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vonyo · 6 days

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Do the main 6 bite to show their affection?

In one sentence or less!

Ashlyn

Absolutely not.

Aiden

Absolutely.

Ben

He doesn't do it.

Taylor

Only on weekends.

Tyler

Only ever does it for shock value.

Logan

Would.

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bittersweetstargazer · 6 months

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okay yeah so I made this off of that one post by @frownyalfred about Clark not understanding that human can sense like danger bc he obviously. isn't. so anyways. there's two of them and they're both short– the 1st one is 600 words and the 2nd one is 400 words because I have other things to do with my life currently and I would probably add more to them and maybe I will in the future but this is the best it's gonna get for now (unbetaed as usual)

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1.

Clark stood next to Bruce as Jon and Damian scurried over to the next house in the neighborhood. He chuckled as Jon tripped and almost fell, catching himself only by using his powers of flight. Damian had grabbed him by the back of his costume like scuffing a cat.

"They look so . . . happy." Clark commented, bumping his, shoulder against Bruce's. Bruce snorted, pointing at his own son.

"Damian looks like he's about to stab Jon. I'd hardly describe that as happy."

"Fortunately, he doesn't have his kryptonite sword."

"Oh, I wouldn't trust that. It looks like his sword is covered in lead. To cover what? The world can only dream."

Clark tensed, trying to look through the (supposedly fake) sword Damian brought as part of his costume, jaw dropping when he couldn't.

"You mean he—!"

"No." Bruce snorted. "He made it out of plastic but covered it in a thin layer of lead to mess with Jon."

"Why is your son making empty threats to mine?"

"Did you really expect anything else from him?"

"Like father, like son, I suppose." They both turned to each other and glared.

"Anyway," Clark huffed, "I think it would be nice if we could just have a nice, calm night of no crime-fighting together, right?"

"And with our children."

"Together. And our children, yes."

Bruce shrugged. "Sure."

Clark's left eye twitched. "Right."

They walked off to go join their children just as Damian started scolding at Jon for messing up their innocent act.

"Imbecile!" Damian hissed. "You said the wrong thing! Did you see how many pieces of candy we got? Five! Do you remember how many we got last year? Seven!"

"I'm sorry! My suit was pinching me and I couldn't focus!"

"It doesn't matter about how uncomfortable you are, you must stick to the script!"

"But I—!"

"Boys." Clark cut in. "You already have plenty of candy. And Damian, you're rich. You can buy more candy anytime."

"It's not about the stupid candy!" Damian scoffs. "Half of these aren't vegan-friendly anyways. It's about how much candy we can exploit from these suckers."

"Damian." Bruce raised an eyebrow and his son fell silent. "Although, I must say, your current strategy is quite succe—"

Bruce tensed, falling silent. It didn't escape Clark's notice when Damian also tensed as well. Hm. His earlier statement didn't seem to extend to just murderous tendencies.

"Bruce?"

Bruce shushed him. "Something's not right."

"Not right?" Clark and Jon shared a look. "Everything seems fine. How do you know? Get a report from O in your earpiece?"

Bruce shook his head, eyes looking around sharply. "Someone's watching us."

Before Clark could even begin to think of a response to that, Bruce jumped forward right as a gunshot rang out, covering Damian.

Jon screamed as Bruce grunted, a blossom of red blooming from his right bicep. Damian scowled, pulling out a sword from a hidden sheath on his body. Jon went white.

"You had that on you the entire time??" He whimpered, backing towards Clark. "Relax, dimwit. It's not made of Kryptonite."

Bruce pulled off his shirt, craning his head to inspect his wound. He hissed as the fabric brushed against the broken skin, spreading the blood further across his arm.

"We should get out of here before our mystery sniper takes another shot. We're easy pickings out here in the open."

He pressed his shirt against his arm, attempting to stifle the blood flow. Clark picked him up and tried not to brush against his gunshot wound as Bruce struggled to get back down.

"My arm is injured, not my legs."

"I still don't want to risk any side effects you might get from blood loss. I know you have a high pain tolerance but transportation would be much easier this way. Also, the faster we can get you to Alfred, the better."

Bruce sighed as he settled back into Clark's arms, lip curling as he was lifted into the air. He heard Damian start to curse in another language as Jon attempted to lift him as well.

"Language." Bruce muttered, head sliding down to meet Clark's chest. Clark simply chuckled and flew down the familiar path to Wayne Manor.

2.

Bruce grit his teeth as Clark landed on his balcony, the familiar feeling of his neck hairs rising washing over him once more. He tried to focus back on his book, but he found it difficult with his body desperately trying to warn him about a nearby threat, which happened to not be a threat at all.

"Hey B!" Clark greeted, his smile unnaturally bright, like the sun on the earth, like warmth on a cold day. It made him shiver.

"Hello, Clark." Bruce replied simply. It was always hard to grit out more than a few words in his presence, as he constantly felt like he should turn tail and run. It was one of the reasons why he chooses to communicate with grunts rather than speaking.

Clark walked inside, plopping himself on Bruce's bed. "Busy today? There's a game tonight and Gotham is playing against Metropolis. I got some tickets, if you'd like to come? I've already asked Lois, but she's too busy following her newest Lex scoop."

"Which is?"

"She's convinced that Luthor's been ordering sex toys filled with Kryptonite as a way to avoid detection. After he was caught last press conference, he tried to play it off as a new product they were planning on branching out to, but everyone knows that—"

"That Luthor's bald head is probably the last thing you'd want to get off to? Yeah, I figured."

"Yeah. Anyways, I'm pretty sure that one she finds what she's looking for she's gonna get one for me as a 'souvenir'. God, I hope she doesn't. That would be awkward to explain."

"Mhm." Bruce hummed, placing his book face-down on the table, unable to even continue the farce of reading it.

"So, about that game? I'll pay for everything if I have to." Clark waved the tickets in front of him, trying to tempt Bruce into accepting.

"Clark, you are aware that I'm a billionaire."

"Yeah, I know." Clark huffed. "Can't I just do something nice for my friend every once in a while?"

Bruce shook his head fondly, reaching over to grab his ticket from Clark's hand, trying to ignore the spike of fear he felt while getting closer.

"B, you good?" Clark frowned at him. "I heard your heart skip a beat or two."

"Fine." Bruce waved him off. "Let's talk about the game. I can't let you sit there thinking your team is going to win while I know very well the Knights are."

"Hey!"

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izzywantscheesecake · 5 months

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sick day-hobie brown

Today was a bad day.

You thought you had gotten rid of your sickness for good yesterday, but that was just the appetizer in the huge buffet of nausea your body was preparing especially for you.

You had begged your parents a second time to let you stay home from school, and they let you, albeit slightly skeptical about how sick you claimed to be. You hoped whatever was in you would disappear by the next day, because they told you after today they wouldn’t let you commit truancy any longer.

Nobody was in the house with you, everyone you lived with had work and their own personal things to deal with, so you had to treat yourself.

You stayed in bed all morning, not getting anything done and occasionally using your energy to get up and use the bathroom or go to the kitchen.

It hadn’t even hit you how much time had passed before it was around 3, the usual time your school ended. You wiped a bead of sweat off your forehead, annoyed about how lazy you’ve been all day even though it really wasn’t your fault.

Succumbing to your low energy, you began to feel your eyelids droop and your body relax. Just before everything went black, a sudden banging at your window caused you to jolt awake.

You shifted up in your bed, thinking the source of the noise might’ve been a squirrel or a pigeon, but a tall silhouette standing by your balcony told you otherwise.

Slowly pulling yourself out of the sheets, you walked towards your window, eyes beginning to sparkle once you recognized what was standing there.

It was your friend, Hobie Brown, from 6th form. He still had his uniform on, indicating he came to your house immediately after school ended, and he was holding about three bags, evenly spread out on each arm.

You unlocked your window, giving him access to your room, and he stepped in, his boots gruffly making contact with your wood tiled floor.

“Hey, Y/N. A little birdie told me you were feeling a bit iffy this week.”

“A bit? I’ve been bedridden all day. I only just got up to let you in,” You replied, swiftly pulling yourself under the warm sheets of your bed again.

Hobie examined you for a few seconds, before letting out a snort.

“Man, you look terrible. But not to fear, Hobie is here. And he’s brought you a whole lot of sacred scroll texts from the lost city of Atlantis.”

Hobie placed the first bag down, and took out a purple folder, which he then handed to you in a mock regal manner.

You opened the folder, and saw exactly what you expected to see in there. Three worksheets of linear algebra, and a packet containing some Shakespeare text with short response questions.

“Wow, thanks. My maths and literature homework.”

“I know, I’m amazing, right? Tell me why when I went to collect your work from maths, the teacher said she didn’t even think I attended school anymore.”

“Well, that lady’s always been quite senile. But then again, you’re constantly skiving so I also can’t blame her for thinking that. What’s in the other bags?”

“Some gifts.”

He opened the second bag, and you were delighted to see a pack of Cadbury chocolate bars, accompanied with a teddy bear and other various confectionaries.

Just as you were about to go all in, he stopped you.

“Wait. Have you eaten any real food all day?”

“No.. I’ve just been laying here.”

“I thought so.”

He opened the third and final bag, which was chicken broth, some spices, and a pack of noodles.

“Why did you..”

“I’m going to make you soup, silly. Consider me your private nurse.”

“You have too much free time. I’ll be fine, just go home.”

“Mmm, no. Any road, direct me to your kitchen. I’ve only ever seen your room.”

“It’s down the hall to the left. But I can show you, just follow m-”

You made a few attempts to stand up, and every time you did, Hobie would just gently shove you back onto the bed.

“Nuh uh. You stay here, let me take care of you.”

Eventually, you realized it was no use trying to fight him and you felt yourself sinking deeper down into the bed as you listened to him cook in the kitchen, humming some tune you’ve never heard of.

After maybe 30 minutes, Hobie re-entered your room with a tray of soup accompanied by tea. Also on the tray was a thermometer you assumed he must’ve stolen from your bathroom.

He gently placed the tray of food down, grabbing the thermometer and setting it closer to your lips.

“Okay, now open your mouth.”

“You’re serious about this nurse thing, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Now say, aaah,” He replied.

You opened your mouth and closed it once the thermometer was in. The both of you waited about a minute, before Hobie pulled it out of your mouth and examined the temperature.

“Holy shit, 38 degrees celsius. You’re burning up, Y/N.”

You shrugged as he put the thermometer down on your bedside table and picked up the tray of food, placing it gently in front of you.

“Start eating this while I get you a warm towel.”

The broth of the soup was better than expected, probably because Hobie also added additional seasoning. The tea was also good, you could taste a hint of honey which was helpful for your sore throat.

Hobie came back with the warm towel and placed it on your forehead to relieve congestion.

For the next hour, the two of you sat together, laughing and joking. Hobie told you about the latest drama at school that you’ve missed, and also talked about things he did over the weekend.

It was a very simple conversation, but you enjoyed it a lot, Hobie really had a way of making uninteresting things interesting.

Suddenly, you heard the sound of a car pulling up to your driveway, and immediately snapped your head up to check the time on the clock.

It read, “16:46.”

“Hobie, you gotta get out of here. My parents didn’t want anyone to show up to the house today.”

He quickly nodded, cleaning up as much as he could before unlocking the window. Before he jumped out, he gave you a glance.

“And don’t forget, that’ll be £150.”

You scoffed jokingly. “I said, get out of here.”

He smirked, before jumping out the window and taking off down the street.

As soon as Hobie was out of the picture, you heard your room door open, and your parents walked in.

They questioned the soup and tea on the counter in the kitchen, and you told them you had started to feel better, and made it for yourself.

Today might’ve actually been a good day.

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strayheartless · 4 months

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I headcanon that Riku smokes. Not because he thinks it’s cool or whatever but because it started out as a way to compensate for the pressure darkness was putting on his nervous system.

It starts when he’s placed with Captain Hook. Ends up taking a couple of puffs off of smee’s pipe when the pirate sees that Riku is shaking after summoning a bunch of heartless for practice. He’s not exactly caring for Riku, but he does pity him a bit.

Riku hopes that he’s kicked the habit while in the realm of darkness. Mostly because of the weird nicotine withdrawal dreams he keeps having. But when he gets back, and after he devotes himself to watching over Sora, one of the first things he does is go out and buy a pack of cigarettes.

He ends up becoming a chronic chain smoker for a while. Easily burning through 4 - 5 cigarettes in one go. He usually he’s either up on the roof of the mansion with Axel or he’s taking a few quick drags before he does something he really doesn’t want to do. If anyone (*cough* Sora) had been paying attention they could have tracked Riku through the amount of Cigarette buts he left like bread crumbs.

After the events of KH2 Sora catches Riku up on the tree house one night taking a drag. He’s been having nightmares since the realm of darkness and smoking after the stress feels like the only solution. Sora doesn’t get upset or judge Riku. Doesn’t even make him promise to quit, he just sits with him and lets Riku finish the Cigarette.

They keep it up for a while. Riku smoking through a pack while he shakes through the memories of everything he’d had to do, and all the things he is more than ashamed of doing. Until they get called to YenSids tower.

Before the Exam Riku steps out for a smoke. Mickey (though disapproving of the habit.) already knows he smokes, and lets him leave the pre exam meeting with little fuss. Sora comes out after a while and takes the cigarette out of Riku’s mouth and says:

“Promise me this is the last one? If we pass this exam, promise me you’ll quit?” And all riku can do is nod, and stub out the cigarette.

He does really well. After the mark of mastery and everything that goes down in KH3 he doesn’t touch a single one. Goes completely cold, and while it’s tough he distracts himself with training and missions.

… and then Sora disappears and Riku works really hard not to fall back on old habits, but he walks out of Merlin’s one night to find Cid, Lea and Isa smoking on the steps to the Bailey. Without speaking, he takes the packet out of Lea’s top pocket and lights one up with a small fire spell.

All he says is “I’ll buy you another pack,” and Lea can only shrug with a sad look in his eyes.

“Don’t worry about it kid,” he murmurs. “You know your braking your promise though, right?”

“He broke his first,” Riku rolls his eyes back and blows out a lung full of smoke. “I can stop again when I find him, but right now my usual crutch disappeared into the sunset so I’m using this.”

“Okay bud, okay,” Lea soothes.

And then when Riku finally finds Sora, and they hug for the first time, Sora mumbles “you smell like smoke,” into his jacket.

Riku gives a hysterical laugh and says “I’ll quit again I promise,”

#kingdom hearts #kh1 #kh2 #kh3 #kh riku #kh sora #riku headcanon #sad riku hours #kinda #kh headcanons #soriku coded #implied soriku #soriku #could be read as platonic #but it’s not #smoking #riku smokes

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icarusalatus · 1 year

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alhaitham and kaveh + hair

sorry to be like this but you know how there is so much art of particular short haired genshin characters with longer hair when they were younger? i see this a lot with xiao tighnari wanderer etc . but you know what would be so heartbreaking? alhaitham.

Alhaitham having longer hair in his younger years because he likes it, likes how it feels and how it looks, likes not having to bother with keeping it trimmed short, likes that it draws enough attention that people are less likely to focus solely on eye contact with him. the only drawback being that it gets in his face when he's studying, reading, working, etc.

but at this age, he has a friend who delights in brushing and clipping/styling his hair back for him. Kaveh loves Alhaithams hair, and being allowed to touch it, brush it with a comb or even his fingers, try out styles on it, play with it whenever Alhaitham's around.... it's beyond an honor. and despite being averse to most touches, Alhaitham seems more than fine with letting Kaveh do whatever he wants with his hair. of course, most of it is probably relief of not having to work to maintain something that he likes that would otherwise be impractical, plus not knowing what or how much styling is appropriate for certain social situations, thus letting Kaveh have his eager way is just the path of least effort– but still, Kaveh knows and appreciates that Alhaitham wouldnt let a stranger do this for him. It's special, and undeniably intimate. and Kaveh warms thinking about how Alhaitham trusts him enough to let him close, to change his appearance, and how no one else gets that honor.

but that's just the thing.

after their fight—when they stop talking, stop working together, never see each other, when that bond is broken—no one is there to pin Alhaitham's hair back from his face. no one is there to brush it, to style it, to love it enough to maintain it. certainly no one that Alhaitham trusts enough to allow close like he allowed Kaveh. and without Kaveh, even if Alhaitham loved his long hair, it was just too impractical to keep. so off it went.

#if not whump why tragic #sorry #but imagine how kaveh feels the first time he sees alhaitham with short hair #or hears that he cut it #heartbreaking #how do i even tag this #kavetham #haikaveh #haikavetham #headcanon #could be read as platonic

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naminethewriter · 1 year

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I Get to Whine, I'm in Pain!

It's 1am, but technically I'm caught up! Here is Day 4 of @roceit2023, it's really short, I hope you enjoy 💛💖

Here on Ao3

Masterpost | Roceit Week 2023 Masterpost

Summary: Roman is sick of soup. Too bad that's all he can eat for now.

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“This sucks!” Roman whined, carelessly letting his spoon clank against the bowl. “I wanna eat something else!”

“Too bad, this is what you’ll need to stick with for now. Chewing will still hurt.”

“I don’t care, I’m sick of chicken noodle soup.”

“I know, darling.”

“I want garlic bread.”

“I know.”

“Then make me some!”

“You can’t eat it, Roman.”

“I can if you puree it.”

“I won’t do that to the poor garlic bread. And I don’t think it’ll taste the same.”

“Urgh!” Roman groaned and dramatically threw himself back in his chair. “You’re supposed to care for me in my time of need!”

“And I am, Roman. But you just had your wisdom teeth removed and until you’ve healed properly, there is nothing I can do. Soup is all I can offer you.”

With a sigh, Roman picked up his spoon again.

“Fine. But I want a massage later.”

“Sure thing, darling. Whatever gives you comfort in your trying times.”

“Thank you.” He paused. “And I’m sorry I’m so whiny. I just hate this.”

Janus, who had finished his own portion of soup, rounded the table, and hugged Roman from behind, carefully avoiding his swollen cheeks.

“It’s alright, my prince. I remember how it was when I got mine removed. A little whining I can deal with, but if you really test my patience, I will tell you to stop.”

“I know. I count on it.”

“Good. Now finish your soup.”

Roman groaned theatrically and they both smiled.

#namiswriting #roceitweek2023 #day 4: comfort #fluff #roman sanders #ts roman #janus sanders #ts janus #roman had his wisdom teeth removed #janus takes care of him #could be read as platonic #sanders sides #fanfiction #reblogs are appreciated

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incorrectjane-andthedragon · 2 years

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Gunther: wait you like me?? For my personality??

Jane: I know I was surprised too

#could be read as platonic #or romantic #either one is fine #personally I see it as platonic #but that's just me #gunther breech #jane turnkey #jatd jane #jatd gunther

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blorbosinmyheadcentral · 6 months

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Supervised Machine Learning

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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 3 months

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Laios's three Boy Best Friends. And yes, they hate him.

#dungeon meshi #laios touden #toshiro nakamoto #chilchuck tims #kabru #BF in this context could be boyfriend or best friend. The line is so blurry.#Chilchuck less so but whatever is going on between Shuro and Laios & Kabru and Laios is giving strong:#“dude if you were a girl I'd date the hell out of you”. And from the genderswap extra's that sentiment is canon for BOTH.#This was made prior to the translation of the Laios & Kabru & Shuro restaurant date comic and honestly I am just feeling vindicated.#I don't even know what to call this dynamic other than a situationship. There is so much going on between all of them.#Even on a purely platonic reading - the miscommunication and male yearning for friendship hurt so bad.#When we got the Big Hug scene in the epilogue arc I was whooping and hollering! Pure catharsis moment!#I also don't like hugs very much so I really felt it went Shuro ('hates being touched') went in for the bear hug.#Do not get me started on the agony of 'always lying' Kabru telling the truth (I just wanted to be friends)#and 'always believes' Laios thinking it's another lie and brushing him off.#I am once again supporting dungeon meshi day by posting art. Please watch dungeon meshi.#obligatory edit because I’m tired: YES. Chilchuck cares for Laios and him admitting it was a huge part of his arc #YES he is more just fed up with him that actually hating him.#I needed a third guy to be canonically done with his ass for the THREE WEED SMOKING GIRLFRIENDS reference

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improper-use-of-germx · 5 months

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Imagine an alien that doesn't speak. Members of their species live largely solitary lives and never evolved the need to communicate past basic physical articulation, and in space they mostly just exist as individual workers that work alongside others, but never with.

So when a human comes aboard they don't really think about it too much. You try to talk with them, they stare at you blankly, then someone from a more social species explains the situation to you. If that's where it ended they wouldn't have given you any more thought, but then you start doing things for them.

It doesn't have to be big, either. Maybe wiping down their work area or bringing an extra snack from the kitchen doesn't seem like a lot to you, but they always notice. You work comfortably in silence with them, never trying to make one-sided conversation like others have. It's...nice. They're not quite sure what to make of it.

Eventually, they start returning the favor. Little treats appear on your desk, things you leave messy will suddenly be tidied up when you return. They like when you notice. Sometimes you smile, sometimes you glance up at them and they act like they weren't just watching you from across the room. Sometimes you mumble a quiet "Thank you." out of habit, and for once they wish they had something to say back.

It's more effort than anyone else has ever made with them. Even if it's just a work relationship for you, they appreciate it, and they want you to be happy when they watch you clock out.

#this could be read as romantic or platonic #my autistic ass just wants connection without having to talk to people. is that so much to ask?#alien x human #imagines #monster x reader #humans and aliens #humans are weird #alien x reader #monster x human #alien imagines #monster boyfriend

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bloodydeanwinchester · 10 months

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i still cannot believe that they wrote castiel thinking the line “still beautiful, still dean winchester” while he was confessing to Dean that he was in love with him. like that was kind of insane of them wasn’t it?????

#one of the best/most fucked up things they ever did.#but also how could ANYONE ever read that and still try to say it was a platonic ily?????#destiel #spn #jenna.post

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gremnda · 2 months

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Could you draw Etho and Bdubs or Scar and Bdubs?? :oo

Please don't separate

i really wanted to draw Etho and Bdubs hugging but i decided to go the angst route- don't worry they're okay (mostly)

#gremnda art #ethubs #trafficshipping #?#could be read as /platonic too but if im honest i made it with /romantic in mind #ethoslab #bdoubleo100

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paperultra · 6 months

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eye to eye.

Pairing: OPLA!Monkey D. Luffy x Reader Word Count: 781 words Warnings: None

He’s been staring for five minutes now.

Five minutes and thirty-three seconds, to be exact. Twenty-seven more seconds and it’ll be six minutes, and you don’t know if you can handle six minutes of him looking at you; everyone on this ship has fallen prey to those big brown eyes, and you are certainly no exception – how many times have you scraped off the last portion of your meal onto his plate, or let him trail after you and chatter away while you did inventory, or sat on the figurehead with him despite your fear of heights because of those eyes? The answer is more than once, and you know you’d do it again in a heartbeat as you finally look up from your newspaper.

“You need anything, Luffy?”

“Nope,” he says.

He continues to stare at you, that achingly wide, sunny grin on his face. You blink. He does too.

“Are you sure?”

“Yep.”

“... Well,” you say slowly, more befuddled as the seconds tick by – surely, it’s now been over six minutes – “do you want something?”

(There is always a ninety-two percent chance that Luffy wants something, concrete or not. Seventy percent of the time it is concrete, and the thing he wants is food.)

Luffy shakes his head. He props his elbows onto his knees and rests his chin in his hands, and you swear you see his eyes sparkle underneath the tattered brim of his straw hat.

“I just like looking at your face,” he chirps.

The force of those few words is enough to stop your heart in your chest. It stutters in place, then starts again, jumping with glee.

“H-Huh?”

“I like looking at your face,” he repeats as if you didn’t hear it the first time.

You lick your lips, grappling for something to say in response to such a strange answer. “It’s … it’s not much to look at,” you finally say, curling up out of habit. “There’re better faces out there.”

“But I want to look at yours.” Luffy jabs a finger towards you. You shrink back a bit, cheeks beginning to warm. “And there’s lots to look at, like your nose and eyes and stuff.”

You wonder if you should take that as a compliment. But Luffy doesn't do compliments; he only does the truth, and maybe that makes what he’s said infinitely more valuable.

"Thanks for noticing," you reply, awkward but fond. He nods happily, and you find yourself adding, "I like looking at your face too."

It's not a lie, nor an attempt to return the favor. You do like looking at Luffy's face. You like the wild, coal-black curls framing it, the perpetually goofy smile, the scar, the eyes that turn into dark honey in the sunlight. The eyes that look back at you and promise freedom and joy and everything good the world has to offer.

"You do?" He sounds very pleased and scoots closer. "That's great! We can look at each other."

"Won't that get boring after a while?"

"If it does, we can go and eat something."

You snort, face now very hot as you move to sit cross-legged. "You're funny, Luffy."

And so you look at Luffy, and Luffy looks at you, knees touching and the room still with a few rare seconds of contemplative silence. A few seconds, because that is all you can take before you dissolve into giggles, half flustered and half entertained. (This is how you often are around him nowadays.)

It isn't long before Luffy joins you, and the two of you end up lying on the floor, cackling until you're out of breath.

"Ahhh! That was fun," Luffy gasps once he can speak coherently again. "Now let's get something to eat!"

"You're bored already?" you ask in between gulps of air.

"No, but I'm hungry." With a grunt, he rolls back and catapults himself onto his feet, then picks you up and sets you down to stand before tugging on your arm. "Let's ask Sanji to make us a snack."

You nod, and soon enough, the floor of the Going Merry thrums with the sound of two scruffy pairs of shoes running over it, laughter bouncing off the walls as Luffy's hand grips yours. It's the same way he holds your heart, tightly but kindly. You squeeze back.

Three words balance on the tip of your tongue. You swallow them.

One day, you think. One day, he will look at you like he did today, and you will tell him how much a person like him means to a person like you.

But right now, you're going to ask Sanji to make you and Luffy something to eat.

#opla #one piece #luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy x reader #monkey d. luffy #luffy #opla luffy #one piece live action #opla fanfiction #one piece fanfiction #reader insert #this could also be read as platonic tbh #i think all of luffy's friends are platonically in love w him a lil bit :))#finally wrote a fic for our favorite captain of the straw hats !!! he's such a silly guy lol i love him

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