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#i miss bon-chan :(
mugiwara-lucy · 3 months
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Luffy being calm feels so OOC 😂
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bas-writes · 10 months
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happy Pride One Piece community we keep winning with a canon queer MC
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niicevibe · 2 years
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It’s missing Bon-chan hours 😞
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shaylixie · 9 months
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The Great Gatsby
Word Count: 2922
Genre: Fluff
Pairing: Bang Chan x gn!reader
Requested: No.
Summary: Chan throws a party a while after not seeing you.
Warnings / Contains: Alcohol consumption; language; dialogue heavy; lots of characters.
A/N: Omg, where do I start? Hi! I'm back and seemingly writing again, lol. Anyway. This is my first fic for Stray Kids. I wrote it just for fun...I wasn't really sure where I was going with it & I just ended up with this. So. Bon appétit. Not sure if you can tell, but I'm a multistan.🤣 Primarily a Stay. I wanted to write something fun and wholesome and fluffy. This is the start of something wonderful! I'm thinking of making this into a loose sort of series? Hm, we'll see. Let me know if you want a part 2, and I'll think about it! Thank you for reading, and enjoy! 💕 Feedback welcome.🤍
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You knock on the door of Chan's place, loud enough that it's heard over the blaring music. It opens, and you're faced with an excited expression.
"Y/n! You made it!"
"Hey, Sungie!" you greet Jisung, followed by a warm hug. "I had to see my favourite guy."
"Me or Chan?" he asks with smirk.
Sigh. Okay. So here's the thing.
You and Chan have been friends for...well, enough time. But a small part of you wishes you were more. Okay, fine. A big part of you. See, you caught feelings. But this is your friend you're talking about...you can't ruin your friendship after so many years. Even if you did want to risk it everytime you were with him.
You rolled your eyes, anticipating the familiar endless teasing.
Everyone knew, it seemed. But if Chan was part of "everyone", you didn't know. He certainly didn't act like it.
You walked in and began greeting the rest of your friends. The usual ones were there - that is, the members of Stray Kids, along with a few personal mutual friends - and also a handful of people you didn't know. Other idols, including but not limited to those of JYPE, and friends of friends. It wasn't packed to the brim but it wasn't a small gathering either. A decent enough crowd for it to be considered a party, and for the house to be full.
Of course, knowing the Kids for as long as you did, you knew most of the idols here so you weren't as intimidated as you thought you'd be. Sure, you still got starstruck from time to time. But you were familiar with the JYP family; had befriended them even. You suppose that's the perks of being such a close friend of the Kids. So much so that you're playfully referred to as the 9th member...except you can't sing or dance. Or rap. Or do pretty much any of the extraordinary things they do on a daily. But you still somehow platonically seduced all of them. How? You didn't know, but you didn't care either. This was your family.
After hugging all your friends who you could find at arm's length, you started settling down and adjusting to the atmosphere. Minho handed you a cup and just winked when you asked what was in it. Oh, you were in for it tonight!
"Y/n!!"
You whipped your head around at the familiar voice. There was Chan, bounding towards you with his own cup and his loose fitted tank top. He placed the cup down and lifted you up, spinning you around and sloshing half of your own drink onto the floor.
"Oops! I'll clean that up later," he laughed.
"Channie! I've missed you. How have you been?"
"Great! Except I've really missed you too."
"I know, I'm sorry. Studying has been crazy. I'm here now, though! Catch me up, guys," you say turning to the others.
He threw his arm around you as you drained your cup and then flopped onto the couch, with half of the Kids surrounding you - specifically Minho, Han, Felix and Hyunjin - and also Ryujin, Yeji and Chaeryeong.
You all started talking non-stop about anything and everything, laughing at the most stupidest things. You know, standard feature.
"Oh my gosh, Somi!!!" you suddenly burst out excitedly, leaping off the couch.
You half-skipped-half-ran to your best friend as you giggled together and embraced, jumping up and down.
"Didn't you guys hang out last week?" Hyunjin asked with a weird look on his face, hiding his amusement.
"Yeah but this is my best friend in the whole woooorld!" Somi said as she rocked you side to side, still in an embrace.
"Also how would you know, Jinnie? Do you stalk us?" you asked.
"Ooooooh, he probably stalks all of us," Chaeryeong teased.
"Eww," Hyunjin said with his classic disgusted face. "I saw it on your story, Y/n. Yours is the only one I check all the time...since we're best friends and all you know. Or maybe not..." he ends dramatically.
"Oh shit," says Han.
You roll your eyes, laughing at the constant competition between Hyunjin and Somi.
"You're my guy best friend, Jinnie. Somi is my girl. You know this."
"Yeah, I'm her girl," Somi teases, wiggling her eyebrows. She makes playful kissy faces at your cheek and you turn around last minute, making her kiss you on the lips. Everyone bursts out laughing, and somewhere in the room you hear a cat whistle. It makes you and Somi double over laughing, not fazed at all by your friendly flirty dynamic.
Chan stands up again and pulls both you and Somi into a hug.
"I gotta go say hi to a few more people, I'll be right back," he says looking at you.
"Wait!" Felix shouts. He runs to pull you, Chan and Somi into his arms. "Group hug!"
You pull him into your arms at the sight of his happy face and everyone leaps up from their respective places on the floor and the couch until your face is buried in Chan's chest and you can't breathe, let alone lift your head up. All you hear is cheers going up as people start to randomly join, and you giggle wondering how drunk everyone is. When the hug eventually ends, everyone's moods lifted even higher than before, you and Somi part as the rest do the same, all going to mingle.
"So...I saw how he had his arm around you," Somi says, bumping your shoulder.
"Ugh, it doesn't mean anything...but I loved it so much, Som! Like...I just wanna stay like that. I'm lovesick. I need another drink if I'm gonna get through this night."
"Already on it," she laughs, pouring you a drink. "But we gotta take a shot first!"
As she pours the shot, Sana and Dahyun come over with Jackson Wang from China (as you lovingly call him) and more hugs ensue.
"Shots? Count us in!" says Jackson.
You all take a shot together...and then another one. Hey, you may not party much (like, at all), but when you do...you DO.
Next you know, Sana is grabbing your hand and Dahyun is leading you outside onto the makeshift dance floor (the lawn). Everyone is vibing and jumping up and down and busting out their best (and worst) moves all over the yard and you can't help but join in on the fun. You dance (is that what you call it?) with your friends surrounding you, all letting loose and having a fun time, their idol masks surrendered. You can't remember the last time you had this much fun. At some point, Changbin and Chan join in, and Changbin grabs your hand and dips you, making you squeal. You hold him tightly around his neck and drop a hand to his bicep, squeezing there.
"I've been working out!" he shouts over the music with a huge grin. He knows how much you love feeling his muscles up, and he loves how much you do. It's become something of an inside joke between you.
"I can tell! They're even bigger than last time!"
"You're drooling, Y/n!" shouts Chan. "What about me?"
Changbin lifts you up again and you bound up to Chan, squeezing his bicep too. You make a show of thinking hard.
"It needs more work!" you say, stifling a laugh.
Chan pouts, making you fail at holding your laugh back. He laughs too then, grabbing your hand. You relish at the feeling of his hand in yours, and next thing you know, you're running behind Chan, following him inside the house and up the stairs. He stops outside one of the closed bedrooms, the both of you breathing hard.
"I really did miss you," he says softly, but loud enough for you to hear over the music and laughter. He pulls you into a tight hug then, and you blink out of shock.
"Are you drunk?" you giggle.
"A little. But I missed you when I was sober. And I'll miss you when I'm wasted. And hungover too. And then sober again."
You laugh and boop his nose. "I missed you too, Channie." You dip your head to hide your face before saying the next part. "More than you'll ever know..."
"Yeah?" He looks at you like he genuinely wants to know.
"Yeah...yeah, of course."
The two of you are silent for a bit after that, just staring at each other. It's a comfortable silence. The type you always have with him.
He clears his throat. "I, uhm. I...how drunk are you?"
"Surprisingly not drunk at all," you say honestly. "Tipsy...but I'm fine. You?"
"Not drunk enough," he laughs. "I'm still okay."
"Good."
"I'm asking because...well...I wanted to tell you something."
"Good or bad?" you ask nervously.
He laughs just as nervously, rubbing the back of his head. "It depends..."
"Yeah?"
"I uhm..." he trails off, stepping closer to you.
Your heart is beating so far out your chest, you think he can see it.
"I don't know how to say it. But I-...we're friends, right? Good friends?"
You're about to answer when suddenly-
"CHAN HYUNG!"
You're interrupted by Minho's yelling, and you make a mental note to kick him in the shin later. Chan drops his head in exasperation, then laughs.
"Give me a second," he says apologetically.
"YEAH?!" he shouts back, halfway down the stairs.
"WE GOT THE BEER PONG ALL SET UP. YOU COMING?"
"YEAH, I'LL BE DOWN IN A SEC!"
He runs back up to you then, about to say something, but seemingly changing his mind.
"Minho set up the beer pong. It's your favourite game..." he winks at you. "Be on my team?"
You shove down the anxiety of the previous moment and agree, hoping the beer will help. You hate beer, but it is your favourite game after all. Chan takes your hand again, and you go over to the living room where the beer pong is set up.
"So, who are Chan and I winning against?" you ask to the room around you, feeling much more confident because of the alcohol. Oh - confident about talking to an entire room of people - not about winning. You're always confident about that.
Seungmin walks up with Chaeyoung from Twice.
"You sure you can beat us?" he quips.
"Yeah, sorry Y/n, but I'm pretty good at beer pong," Chaeyoung says.
"Oh, don't worry. You haven't met my Y/n here," Chan says.
Your heart skips 3 beats at that - "my Y/n" - and you have to ignore the urge to check your pulse to see if you're dead.
"Let's go, Old Man! Try to keep up," teases Seungmin.
Chan rolls his eyes at the familiar nickname.
The game starts, and everyone who isn't passed out or dancing gathers round. Minnie and Chaeyoung go first, and Chae gets it in first try. The crowd goes wild. You chug down the drink as Chan goes next...and misses. Seungmin laughs and says something about "losing with the old man." It's your turn now, and lo and behold, you get it in.
"Not bad...not bad..." Chae says, and downs the drink.
Seungmin goes next and misses, which causes Chan to start teasing him back. "What's all that about an old man, huh??"
"Girl power! Yes, Queens! Slay!" shouts a drunk Yuna, and everyone laughs.
The game continues with various hits and misses, and the 4 of you progressively get drunker off the beer. Finally, it's down to the last cup on both sides. After what seems like an eternity of back and forth throwing, you land the ball in the cup. Stunned, no one reacts at first. Then the whole room erupts and everyone starts surrounding you and Chan and you think you hear Seungmin scream "FUCK!" but you're not sure because Chan has picked you up and he's spinning you around and shouting "That's my girl!" and everyone is too drunk and excited to question it and the euphoria spreads through the room. Ah, yes, you think. Beer pong is your favourite game.
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Seated around the bonfire, spread out equally on blankets on the floor and chairs, are all of your favourite people. Well, some are missing because they went home and others are passed out in Chan's guest room and on his couches and maybe one or two on the floor. But most of your favourite people surround you right now, and a peaceful atmosphere decends over the night. Softer music is now playing as everyone sings along, swaying and sitting half on top of each other. You walk out of the house filled with people spread around drinking water and eating bread and ice cream, trying to sober up before they go home. Chan is still beside you, and he walks up to the only remaining empty seat, vacated by Jackson whose Uber just arrived. He sits down before realising you have no place to sit, and then stands up just as fast, offering you his seat.
"Just let her sit on your lap," says Somi, drunk and drowsy, half lying on Yeji on the floor.
A chorus of "oooohs" go up, and Chan's ears go red.
"Everyone is sitting on everyone anyway," Jeongin points out.
"I mean, if you're comfortable..." Chan says softly only to you before sitting down and holding your waist lightly.
You drop gently into his lap and he pulls you against him, wrapping his strong arms around you. You hold his arms back, and cuddle into his warmth. It's a warm night with a cool breeze, but you savour his body heat anyways. You shiver, and not from the breeze. You feel him hold you even tighter after that, and you're glad he can't see your blushing face. Hyunjin winks at you, and Felix smiles at you knowingly from between Jinnie's legs. Your blush deepens. You soon get caught up in the conversation, laughing and throwing comments in here and there. The topic changes and you take to just listening. But you're interrupted by a soft voice in your ear.
"I'm really glad you came," Chan says softly.
"I'm glad too. I loved- I mean, it was nice seeing you."
Chan chuckles, not oblivious to your change of words.
"I loved seeing you too."
You dip your head in embarrassment.
"I mean it. It would have sucked if you weren't here," he continues.
"Sucked? Hey, you still would have had a good time with everyone else..." you point out.
"Yeah, yeah you're right. But it wouldn't be the same without you, you know? It wouldn't have been as good. I'm just really glad you came."
"Why wouldn't I?" you ask. "It's your party, after all."
You don't know if it's because you're still both a little drunk or because of the soft, romantic atmosphere or the intimacy of everyone around you, but he admits, "Yeah, that I threw for you."
You scrunch your eyebrows up in confusion. "For me?"
"Yeah. I wanted an excuse for you to come...it ended up becoming bigger than I planned though. Much bigger," he laughs shyly.
You laugh at that then, and then start laughing harder, earning you a few looks. Pleased ones, at that.
"What?" he asks, slightly embarrassed.
"No...nothing. You just...you sound like Gatsby."
He laughs then too, his body shaking against yours.
"Nerd."
"Shut up!" You swat him playfully. "Everyone knows Gatsby." A pause. "I had fun tonight, Channie. A lot of fun."
He grins, his eyes squinting at the action and his cheeks dimpling. "I love it when you call me that."
"Channie..." you tease.
He tickles you then, and you squirm in protest.
Once you quieten down, he asks for the second time that night, "How drunk are you?"
"Uhm, not that drunk. I can Uber back safely."
"Oh," he says. Is that disappointment you hear?
"Why?" you ask.
"Oh uhm, I was just asking. I wanted to know if you'd feel better staying over. You can have my room - I can sleep on the couch. If it's not already taken..." he laughs. "I mean, the guys are staying over. I thought we could nurse our hangovers together, you know? Besides, it's too late for you to go back alone. I don't feel right about it."
You smile, hoping for this outcome.
"I'll stay. But on one condition..."
"Mhm?"
"You have to sleep in your room. I don't feel right kicking you out. Besides, I'm on your lap right now anyway. What difference does sharing a bed make? Lord knows I've fallen asleep on you so many times before..." You giggle together at the various memories.
You can hear the smile in Chan's voice as he says, "Deal."
You snuggle into him further, your head in the crook of his neck and his scent all around you, and you know it's not possible, but he pulls you even closer. He joins in on the singing around the bonfire as the song changes, and you smile at his lovely voice. Looking around you, you can't help but feel your heart swell to three times its size. Here are most of your favourite people, your deepest loved ones, sitting in the same place with smiles on their faces and love all around. You wish you could capture this feeling forever and get drunk on it every night. But you can't, so you settle for relishing in it deeply right now. You're grateful and loved and everything is perfect, and you wouldn't ask for more.
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kidultgyu · 4 months
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exile
vernon x gn reader
part of my seventeen x taylor swift series!
wc: 493
warnings: angst
would recommend listening to exile by taylor swift and bon iver while reading!
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vernon stands in the corner of the room. his beer is room temperature and the music is loud. he sees seungkwan and seokmin by the tv, singing karaoke at the top of their lungs. he sees mingyu and wonwoo in the side room playing beer pong against their girlfriends. he sees seungcheol and jeonghan trying to drag a wasted soonyoung away from the drinks. and he sees you, standing across the room, jun’s arm around your waist, as you laugh at something vernon’s sure isn’t funny at all.
he takes a sip of his beer and grimaces, setting it down on the table closest to him. he looks up and his eyes are drawn to you. before he can realize his mistake, he’s already made eye contact. your eyes look sad, your smile fading as you see the pain in vernon’s face. he looks away quickly, missing the way your face starts to mirror the ache in his heart.
he searches for the nearest exit and finds it at the kitchen side door. stepping out into the crisp autumn air, he takes a shaky breath as he tries not to cry. he’s cried enough already; in his dorm room as chan tried to awkwardly comfort him, in the studio with jihoon as he tried to write their midterm project about anything other than you, in the coffeeshop while he studied with joshua and minghao and he heard someone ordering your favorite drink.
vernon makes his way to the porch swing in front of the house. swinging in silence, he’s too zoned out to hear you open the door and step outside. he stiffens when you sit down next to him, halting the swing. the two of you sit in silence until you break it. “you need to stop.” he shifts uncomfortably in his seat. “stop what?”
“you know what.” he’s silent for another moment before you speak up again. “you can’t keep pretending we have another chance. you’ve had plenty.” he sighs. “they don’t count as chances if you already have one foot out the door.” you sit up straight and turn to face vernon. “maybe because we were over as soon as we started!” you exclaimed, “we were always on thin ice.” 
vernon can feel himself getting frustrated. he hated that you were the only one capable of making him feel this way. “i can’t read your mind. you didn’t give me any warning before you left.” you sigh and rest your back against the swing. “i gave so many signs. you just didn’t see them.”
the two of you sit in silence once more, before you let out a deep breath and stand up. “jun isn’t just a rebound while i wait for you. it’s real. i need you to move on, for both our sakes.” you walk back into the house before vernon can respond, leaving him alone on the porch, wondering how it all went so terribly, terribly, wrong.
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the-fluff-piece · 7 months
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Night shift 🌙
Coffeeshop AU - getting a visit from Detective Smoker
This is day 4 of tropetember
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You're just a student with a job in a diner. You work the night shift because you like the calm of the night hours - and so does Smoker, a weary cop stopping by for a coffee and your company every so often.
Note: Mr 2's alias Bon Kurei was translated to"Bon Curry" in my country, so that's how I'm using it here.
Detective Smoker was a night-owl, and a regular at Bon Curry's diner. He usually stomped in around midnight, sat down at his usual spot and waited for Bon-Chan to bring him the usual - a strong coffee and a slice of the Diner's signature apple pie (contrary to the name, there was no curry on the menu).
His burly stature and grumpy demeanor were intimidating, so most waiters avoided him, except for your boss, whom everyone just called Bon-Chan. He was a lively and excentric person and the only one who was consequently delighted to serve the detective.
So when the door opened, ringing the bell and the big man with the dark coat entered the room, you waited for Bon-Chan to bring him the usual.
Smoker sat down with a groan and enjoyed his cigar. And waited. You continued to clean the counter. That old scary grump was not your responsibility, you told yourself.
Ten minutes passed. Smoker began to drum the table impatiently. Where's Bon-chan?
You looked around, he must be in the kitchen. You went looking - and smelled smoke - and there he was, fanning a burning something on the counter with this apron.
"I have a little bit of a situation here, darling" he said, waving you away.
"Uhm, the detective is here..." You told your boss, hoping he would take the hint.
"So? I'm busy here, you bring him the usual" he desperately continued to fan smoke out of the back window.
"He doesn't bite. He's actually a good guy. Just make a bit of smalltalk, he's a regular. You got this!" He gave you a thumbs up before taking care or the accident again. Bon-Chan was so cheery and positive, you couldn't refuse.
So you dutifully returned to the dining area, loaded a slice of pie and a coffee on a tablet and brought it to the detective's table.
"The usual" you said, a bit shaking, as you set the order down in front of him, already afraid what he might say. He was even more scary up close, but also strangely handsome. From afar, he looked much older - now you realised he must be in his mid thirties.
His angular face could only be described as masculine and stern. A nasty looking scar was above his eye. His nose looked crooked, like it had been broken more than once and never settled right. His stature was undeniably muscular and broad. Overall, not the qualities you liked on customers at all. He looked like the kind to make problems.
"Where's Bon-Chan" it felt more like an order than a question. He looked up at you through the tobacco smoke and you noticed his warm brown eyes, a stark contrast to his white hair and light skin.
"He is occupied, in the kitchen" you swallowed. His eyes may have been like warm chocolate, but you didn't doubt his stare could break any street thug's will.
"Hmph" He grunted as he sipped the hot coffee.
Just make some smalltalk, Bon-Chan's request echoed in your head. He prided himself to run the most welcoming diner in town, with an open ear and a Chat for everyone. You thought about how he often sat with customers, listening to their problems, easing their cares. It was a warmth you wanted to provide, too.
This man looked so weary, you had your work cut out for you. So you took all your courage and stammered out the usual question:
"So, had a long day?" You asked, hoping for the best. This man couldn't be further from your usual crowd.
"Long week." He rubbed the hunched bridge of his nose, looking unnerved.
"Must be tough out there" you said.
"You have no idea, miss" He squinted at you. "Can't you get Bon-Chan?" He asked, twisting his neck to scan the diner.
"He is fighting some burnt pie in the kitchen" you said, unprepared for the deep, guttural laugh that followed.
"Still clumsy I see, he doesn't change" Smoker laughed and his expression relaxed a little.
"Have you known each other for a long time?" You asked, now curious.
"Yes. We met through my work" He seemed engaged now. In a talking mood.
"He doesn't look like much, hell, before I met him I would probably not have taken him serious. But just let it be said that your boss saved my ass. Got a mean kick" He chuckled at your surprised face.
Your boss, that scrawny, skinny man with heavy make up, saving that hunk?
Smoker took a deep draught of his cigar and veiled himself in smoke.
"Now you have to tell me more!" You were intrigued, you didn't know much about Bon-Chan's past and he never told.
"Maybe another time, miss" Smoker raised his brow and leaned back in his chair, stretching.
His chest was so massive, it put quite the strain on the fabric of his shirt. You figured that he already wore the biggest size he could find. The stretched material revealed bulging pecs, the clearly defined muscles moving as he breathed in and out.
"Something wrong, miss?" He asked.
"No, not at all" you were ripped from the hypnotic moment, realising how athletic he was build. Rolled up sleeves revealed strong arms with thick veins stretching over his lower arms and big hands.
He leaned on the table again, robbing you of the sight of his chest - and instead treating you to a warm glance from his chestnut eyes.
"Why don't you tell me your story? You haven't been around long, miss" He dug into his pie and listened to you.
You told him why you came town and how you came to work at the diner, while he ate the slice of pie. He asked clarifying questions from time to time, remembering smallest details you mentioned. His eyes glinted with interest as he came to cunning conclusions about you.
You decided it was your time to ask and get him talking.
He told you how he grew up here, in a very bad part of town, actually not far from your flat. It was cheap living space, but not exactly the place with the best reputation. He seemed a bit concerned for your safety, but held back with overbearing advice.
"I bet you have your hands full, being in the police force around here" you said.
He nodded.
"There's a lot of great people here that deserve a safe town. I'm trying to do my part." He said it with such a finality that you didn't have a doubt about his conviction.
"Are you sure I shouldn't accompany you home?" He seriously looked at you.
"No, I've made it home for the past months, it will be OK." You told him.
He nodded.
"But if you ever feel unsafe, don't hesitate to ask" He said.
"Well, I'm off again" He said as he finished the last of his midnight meal.
"I hope to see you again, soon. Take care out there at night" He said in a warm voice.
As he put on his coat and got ready to leave, his demeanor hardened again, like he had to put on armor against the harsh world outside. He nodded towards the counter and left, vanishing into the foggy night again.
You looked over - Bon-Chan was leaning next to the coffee maker with a broad grin.
"Aw darling, he likes you!" His voice reminded you of your mom's, when she asked about the boys at school.
"I just chatted, like you asked!" You said, trying to play cool.
"He doesn't just like anyone. And he rarely smiles. You're on Smoker-duty from now on." He turned around to avoid further discussion.
When you cleared the table, you found a more than generous tip. Smoker-duty might prove exciting and profitable at the same time.
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Smoker
Over the years, he has become a little rough-edged, he knew that. The streets were tough and he saw a lot of horrible things every day. He couldn't save everyone and he often asked himself if he made any difference at all anymore.
He feared that he was getting like the old guys on the force - hopeless, bitter, disillusioned.
He returned to Bon Curry's diner as often as he did because it was a warm place, and there was always someone to keep him company. It reminded him of the good places of this town.
The waitress he talked to today was a welcome addition. He thought about her as he opened the door to his dark apartment.
He had noticed her before, standing silently behind the counter. He'd always found her to be pretty. And tonight he discovered that she was a good listener and a kind soul as well.
He hoped that she would be safe and would see her again. He looked forward to his next night shift.
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Yes, I put Mr 2 in there because I love the thought of them running a small shop and providing shelter for lost souls. And yes, I would love them to be unexpected friends with smoker.
I like smoker in this setting, maybe there will be more parts.
And yes, he's a big, sexy daddy and y/n is a small, cute student.
Taglist @yeeeeezly @waitingmydemons @stariski @livwritesfics @violetmatcha
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fivedayslater · 10 months
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Part 9: Stabbed
Dinner and a Murder: A Mr. Prince Mystery Masterpost
“...A knife,” Sanji says, gesturing towards the knife wound in his chest, “Judging by the angle, it would have been impossible for the wound to have been self-inflicted. The only explanation is that someone stabbed him.”
Everyone’s gaze shifts to Zoro.
“What?” He growls, his eye darting between all of them as Nami takes a few steps back, “Just because I have a knife doesn’t mean I killed him!”
“I’m not saying you did,” Sanji says as he exhales a stream of smoke, “I’m just saying what happened.”
“But, well,” Usopp pipes in from where he’s cowering behind Law, “You do have a knife…”
“That doesn’t mean I killed him!” He repeats, “There’s plenty of knives around! There’s a bunch in the kitchen, hell we each had one at dinner!” He points an accusing finger at the group, “All of you had access to a knife!”
“Can we see your knife?” Sanji asks, as calmly and cooly as possible. The last thing he wants to do in an already tense situation is start pointing fingers and accusations, “So we can at least rule out the possibility?”
“Fine,” Zoro snaps, flipping back his suit jacket as he reaches for his knife.
Only his knife isn’t there. 
The sheath at his hip is empty, and Zoro looks more surprised than anyone at this turn of events.
He glances back at Sanji, face pale and eye wide, “I didn’t do it.”
“I’m not saying you did,” Sanji rubs his temple, “But with your knife missing, there’s a possibility that whoever did kill Ace used it.”
“So, like,” Nami shifts on her feet, glancing nervously between them, “whoever has Zoro’s knife did it?”
“Or maybe Zoro did do it and ditched his knife,” Usopp says, his grip tight on Law’s shoulders.”
Zoro growls as he glares daggers at him, making Usopp shudder and hide further behind Law.
“Enough!” Sanji snaps, quick to stop this in its tracks, “We’re not going to get anywhere by randomly accusing each other.”
“But someone did it,” Law says, his gaze slowly turning to Sanji, “That’s what you said right? That it was murder?”
Sanji takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with nicotine and exhaling slowly, “That’s what it’s looking like.”
“And we’re the only ones here,” Nami says, covering her mouth with a shaking hand, “So it had to be one of us.”
“No.” Luffy says, his words sure as he lowers his hat, throwing his eyes into shadow, “No, none of you could have killed Ace. I don’t believe it.”
Sanji takes another hit from his cigarette as he mulls it over, then turns back to Bon-Chan, “Is there any way someone could have gotten in during the blackout?”
“No,” they shake their head, eyes watery, “All the doors are locked, and with the weather this bad I can’t imagine anyone else making it all the way up here.”
“Just because you can’t imagine it doesn’t mean it didn’t happen,” Luffy says, tilting his hat back to look fully at them, “The doors were locked, but what about the windows?”
“Yeah, the windows,” Usopp nods as he finally comes out from behind Law, “Maybe someone broke a window and got in! Makes more sense than one of us.”
“We can certainly search the house and see if that’s the case,” Bon-Chan nods to the top of the stairs where the rest of the household staff is waiting.
“If you can, that would be helpful,” Sanji says, then adds, “And if one of you could call the police while you’re at it.”
“The police?” Zoro scoffs as the household staff runs off to do what was asked, “What do we need them for?”
Sanji gestures at the dead body.
“At the very least, to cover our bases,” he explains as Zoro huffs.
“It may take them a while to get here because of the weather,” Bon-Chan says, “But I’ll give them a call.”
With that, they follow the rest of the household staff away from the stairs.
Law watches them go, a deep frown cutting across his face, “What if it was one of the staff?”
“It’s not,” Luffy insists, “Ace and I trust them with our…”
He trails off, his angry gaze shifting to the ground.
“They were all together during the blackout,” Sanji waves the suspicions away as he finishes his cigarette, pocketing the butt, “Bon-Chan was the only one who left, and they were only gone long enough to turn the lights back on and come back.”
“So,” Law raises an eyebrow, “You are saying it was one of us?”
“I don’t know who it was,” Sanji glances back at Ace, and heaves a sigh, “Right now I just know who it wasn’t.”
“Well, it wasn’t us,” Usopp says as he comes to Sanji’s side, “We were together during the whole blackout.”
“Right,” Sanji nods his confirmation, his attention switching to the others, “So, I have to ask, where were you four during the blackout?”
They all glance away, looking anywhere but Sanji.
“I was getting a snack in the kitchen,” Luffy finally admits, his teeth clenched in frustration, “Iva was busy, so I figured no one would stop me.”
“I was trying to find the ballroom,” Zoro scoffs, “Not my fault the rooms in this house all shift around.”
“I was in the hall,” Nami says, her arms crossed in front of her, “I was on the phone with my sister, and that’s the best place to get cell service.”
“I was reading in the study,” Law says, “It’s the quietest spot in the entire house, so I knew I wouldn’t be disturbed there.” His gaze shifts to Nami, “Although I did stop in the hall for a moment to check on the umbrella situation. Just in case one of us had to go outside.”
“So, you and Nami saw each other during the blackout?” Sanji asks to confirm.
“It was after the lights went out,” Law shrugs, “So it was too dark to say for sure whether Nami was there or not.”
Nami’s eyes narrow as she glances at Law, “...Yes, it was too dark to see, but I did hear someone walking through the hall. That was probably Law.”
“Okay, not the best alibi, but it’s something,” he turns back to Zoro and Luffy, “What about you guys? Did you see anyone else? Or more importantly, did anyone see you?”
They remain silent, their gazes glued to the floor.
“So it was one of you guys,” Usopp gasps.
Sanji rubs his temple, “We won’t know for sure until the staff finishes searching the house, but as of right now-”
“Fuck that,” Zoro growls as he storms off.
“Wh-where are you going?” Usopp shouts after him, then turns to Sanji, “He can’t just leave, can he?”
“We should stay together,” Sanji says, but that only makes Zoro snort.
“My friend was murdered,” Zoro glares at him over his shoulder, “I’m not going to sit around being accused of it while the real killer is still out there. I’m gonna find them myself.”
With one last growl, he wanders off towards the billiard room.
“Yeah!” Luffy nods, punching his fist against the palm of his hand, looking more like himself since Ace’s body turned up, “I’ll prove to you I didn’t do it!”
Before anyone can stop him, he takes off towards the kitchen.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Law muses as he turns to go too, “If you don’t believe me, I’ll prove to you I’m innocent.”
With that, he heads for the study.
“Well, I’m staying right here,” Nami moves towards the stairs, but stops when she sees Ace’s body. She crosses her arms and glances back at Sanji, “Well, in the vicinity. I trust you enough to do your job and find the proof of my innocence, Mr. Prince.”
“Sounds good,” Usopp shoots him a thumbs up, “I’ll stay in the vicinity too.”
“We really should stay together,” Sanji sighs, his eyes darting between where the other three ran off to, “Since that’s not an option anymore, we’ll have to split up into pairs.”
“Great,” Usopp winds their arms together, “Since I know you’re not the killer, I’ll go with you.” 
Sanji shakes him off, “We’ll each have to go after one of the other three.”
“But,” Usopp whimpers, “What if one of them is the killer?”
“Well,” he places his hands on Usopp’s shoulders, “If your body does turn up, at least we’ll know who did it.”
Usopp groans, but Nami nods, “Fair enough. Which one do you want?”
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kathitah · 3 days
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Alabasta Arc | Zoro & Robin Hints [Part 1]
With everything that is going on in the story, and after that Post that I made about Wano (Sukiyaki's interactions with Luffy, Zoro and Robin) and the Ancient Weapon location inscribed in Alabasta's Poneglyph pointing to Wano. I felt I had to go back to Alabasta and collect the most I could about hints and major moments. So let's get into it! This was just after Chopper joined the crew, Chapter 155 - So here Nami was asking about Crocodile and he being considered "Alabasta's Hero". Notice that Vivi and Nami were speaking about it, and only Sanji and Luffy were listening.
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Luffy and Sanji are shown to the audience paying close attention to what they are discussing. All while Zoro is sleeping in the middle of the deck 😂
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Then Sanji and Luffy gave their points of view and Vivi continues to talk about the Civil Revolution that should be their main target and then after that chase any BW Agents.
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Notice that Zoro was deep sleep during the whole interaction but only wakes up at the mentioning of "How Baroque Works Organization is set up and what's the deal with Mr. and Miss" mentioned by Ussop (Miss All Sunday/Robin already made her appearance in their ship just after Zoro defeated 100 Bounty Hunters in Whiskey Peak) he didn't interacted and just kept the thought to himself. And while Vivi starts explaining the organization he goes back to sleep immediately and next to Ussop.
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For some reason I find interesting this BW emblem, normally Pirate Flags sported skulls and swords, but this one also has a set of wings. Supposedly is not a pirate but a criminal organization. Swords and Wings it feels like a ZoRobin hint and even the skull how is drawn resembles the one from the SH but without the hat. And to think that he was invited and refused because was not appointed as the boss (and slashed Mr. 7). Could you imagine? Zoro being Robin's Boss 🤭...
So if you notice, Oda likes to play with numbers a lot, to provide hints and other stuff, that is seeing in numbers mentioned within the story or chapters numbers, etc.
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This next panel, happens after Mr. 2 (Bon-Chan) shows up in the Merry and touch everyone faces except Sanji and Vivi's. Vivi is worried because she saw her father's face and the implications that could mean having someone like him act in place of her father as the King. Then immediately after, meaning this was happening at the same time, Crocodile is talking to Robin about the preparations of their operation and mentions "The Operation beings two days from now at 7am" and she confirms that all is set up. -- Another hint there and always with numbers.
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Now, this is from Chapter 168 "The Town of Dreams, Rainbase" (they already met Ace). They are close to Rainbase where Crocodile and Robin are and 1 hour till the Operation Utopia starts (7am). In these series of panels Zoro brings the topic "By the way, does B.W. know we're currently in the country?" Vivi says that it mostly likely they know and after that says, Not only did we run across Mr. 2, but Mr. 3 also somewhere in the country. So I can't imagine B.W. would still be in the dark." (another hint there). Zoro then replies in the last panel, notice he appears alone meaning the attention is solely to him, he says "Right... And let's not forget their specialty is assassination...!" (another hint to Robin, later on she says that to Ussop when he was interrogating her after she secretly went aboard and asked to join the crew).
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On their way to Rainbase, Zoro met Tashigi, and gets annoyed by her simply because she's the copy of his dead childhood friend/rival. And of all the people it had to be her, that marine he met in this situation. She already knows she resembles a friend of his because he said so himself in their second meeting in Loguetown (after he got Yubashiri and Sandai Kitetsu) but she insists he's just being "misogynistic and diminishing towards her because she's a woman" (which is nothing like that). Every interaction he has with her is always like that, because of the way she's always misunderstanding him. He runs away successfully and gets reunited with Nami and Ussop.
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Finally they are all running away from Smoker (Tashigi is not there) and about to enter the Rainbase Casino. Crocodile is already waiting for them and here Miss All Sunday has an amusing face, like you don't know what's coming for you 😂
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When they are on the same wavelength without even knowing 😏
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Then the crew (with the exception of Sanji) along with Smoker fall directly into Crocodile's trap.
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Finally they meet with Crocodile while being behind bars. Robin is not there, she will appear to Vivi first.
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End of Chapter 169 "The Kingdom's Strongest Warrior".
Chapter 170 "It Begins" - I find interesting that is precisely this chapter that we see her actually fight and talk about her DF. And 7 a number that will later be her crew mate number. Another numeric hint.
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Another subtle hint, number 3. Previously she didn't voiced out loud her techniques.
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Here she explains the name of her DF and how it works.
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Always 3 hands (currently displaying 6 hands), flowers and Green clothes. Another hint.
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I miss this badassery. We need more moments like this from her!
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Then Robin "Miss All Sunday" (Even her code name is hint to number 7) arrives with Vivi. Notice that Zoro is asleep, he just woke previously still sleepy asking if it was morning hahah and Nami hit him. Then appears in the next panel awake when Vivi yells and attacks Crocodile.
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Here Vivi proceeds to attack Crocodile, and after that he traps her and threatens her if he should dry her up given his DF powers. Orders her to stay seated and as a confirmation consults with Robin about the time to start the Operation.
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Just in time for the Operation Utopia to start, 7am and the end of Chapter 170. Notice all the hints, Oda is always hinting messages with numbers and other things.
Chapter 172 "Rebellion" From Flashbacks and scenes of the current rebellion the story returns to the the Rainbase Casino. Crocodile is enjoying this and the first one to talk is Zoro.
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Crocodile taunts and mocks her. Notice Robin is just standing there in front of the cage and the first one that appears but just barely visible between the first speech bubbles on the right is Zoro.
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Vivi yells imploring Crocodile to stop this madness while she's thinking about Koza and his family both sides of the same conflict. Crocodile laughs and mocks her, Zoro and Robin are not visible in this panel, but it is Zoro who comments about the lunacy of this man.
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Then notice here, while Crocodile continues to torment Vivi after explaining what he had to do to create this perfect storm, Zoro is the only one visible from this POV and the focus goes to Smoker and lastly to Robin.
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In Chapter 173, The news that this secret room is about to self destruct where told and Crocodile is enjoying this. I like the detail of Robin hiding her face as a way to tell that this is so wrong but she decided to associate with this villain in search for her dream.
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Her face is shown briefly from the side and is hidden again.
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This panel is from the Chapter 174 "Mr. Prince" and the cover is featuring Zoro taking a hot bath with some Monkeys and getting Sake served. What's interesting here is that the Mr. Prince line is said while she's holding the Mini Den Den Mushi. 🤔 - And Robin is amused that someone is going to ruin Croco's plans. (Yes, Sanji is a Germa Prince. It brings to my attention is that is Zoro alone who appears in the cover).🤔🤔🤔
On Chapter 177 Luffy Starts Fighting Crocodile and we get Miss All Sunday's real name revealed "Nico Robin". (Another Numeric Hint).
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She replies to Croco that if in any case, didn't he promised not to call her by that name? He then asks where is she going and she just says that was going to Alubarna (the place where the rest of the Strawhats went with Vivi). And Crocodile says "I'll never understand that woman". She's always hiding her true self, and just operates with the mask she was forced to live with since leaving her hometown.
In Chapter 180 "Alabastan Animal Land" there is a cover with Nami and 3 Tanukis (just like what everyone calls Chopper🤭) trying to find some silver in a river. (It could be another hint to her addition to the crew).
An Even more because in this same chapter is where Robin saves Luffy for the first time, she sprouts some fleur arms and take out Luffy from the Sand and tells Pell to treat his wounds.
To be continue in Part 2. Thank you for reading !
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shirohige-pirates · 7 months
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Birds of a Feather
CisFem Reader x Marco
CW: Violence, blood, language, adult themes and scenes.
Summary: Life has not been kind to you. After a string of bad relationships, you're a little jaded and a little depressed in all honestly. The worst day of your life seems to be the turning point, but the roller coaster ride that follows could either throw you soaring free, or have you caged forever?
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Chapter 3: Coffee
Yawning you take another drink of coffee and stretch. It was just before lunch and you felt relieved to be back at work. You’d caved and let Kid drive you into work, but you’d been adamant about finding your own ride home.
Going over the numbers again was going to require a break first, and you wanted to get out and stretch your legs. It was beautiful outside today, if not a little cold, but it was autumn, and Lvneel was an island that experienced all the seasons. None of them were extreme, however, which made it a nice place to live.
Putting on your coat you walk through the rows of cubicles, stopping briefly by an office. “Bon-chan,” you say, causing the dark-haired man to look up from his work at you. “I’m going to step out for lunch, want me to bring anything back?”
“Non,” he says after a moment’s consideration. “Ivan-sama is bringing me something, but thank you Miss (Y/N) for asking.”
You smile. “Of course, Bon-bon. Is Buggy fed and watered too?”
“I’m not a plant!” Buggy grumbles, his head popping up over the wall of a cubical.
“Some sort of exotic pet then?” You prompt and watch his face go red. “Buggy – do you need me to bring anything back?”
“… A flashy coffee.”
“Coffee is not food.”
“I had a burrito earlier, I don’t need food. I need coffee.” He grumbles disappearing back behind the cube wall.
“Aye, aye.” You answer, with a wave of your hand.
Heading out of the office building you made your way over to the nearby café. It was late enough the lunch rush was over, and early enough that nothing baked that morning was going to be stale. Heading in you grab one of the bento boxes from the stand and walk up to order.
“Black coffee, and the lunch.” You set the box up on the counter as the blonde behind the counter smiles. “How goes, Sanji?”
“Every day is improved when a beauty like you graces my shop, (Y/N)-chan.” He says with that same easy smile. Sanji was happily married, and his flirting was always more like flowery complimenting. You’d met his husband a few times. A very stern man with mossy green hair and resting murder face.
Zoro was a good person though, and they were both adorable toward one another when they didn’t think anyone was paying attention. They were friends with people who were friends with Kid and Killer, so you knew them well enough even if you didn’t hang out much directly anymore.
You smile in return. “I bet. I’ll need a decaf Flashy coffee when I leave, can I just pay for it now?”
“Of course,” he says, punching in the complicated drink Buggy enjoyed. “Decaf today, huh? Did he do something bad?”
You laugh a little. “His head came up over the cubicle when I asked him what he needed. He usually only detaches like that when he’s already stressed.”
“Ah, alright. You’re all set. I’ll get that drink going once you’re done, so don’t feel rushed.”
“Thank you, Sanji.”
You sit down at one of the empty tables and dig into the meal. The best thing about Sanji was his cooking as far as you were concerned. It wasn’t just that his food was delicious, but it was always exactly what you needed. The price was good too, especially for a place located in one of the busier parts of the city.
You nearly choked when you looked up just in time to catch Marco’s gaze as he came into the café. He was in scrubs, his lab coat, and a jacket over that. He gives you a smile as he walks up to the counter.
“Sanji, how are you today?”
“Not bad, doc, how’re the patients?” Sanji asks.
“Better behaved than most of the staff.” Marco jokes. “Ah, it’ll be two black coffees, a macchiato, an iced decaf and a green tea for today, yoi.”
“Sure thing, I’ll get that going for you.” Sanji says, ringing up the order.
“Flying solo today?”
“Robin-chan took care of the lunch rush single-handedly.” Sanji says, beaming. “The moss head will be in later and Duval will be in before the dinner rush starts.”
Marco laughs. “Alright then.”
Sanji gets to work with the drink orders and Marco comes over to your table.
“Spare a few moments to keep an old man company?” He requests, and you put a hand out toward a chair.
“Old man, huh?” You question, giving him a soft smile.
“Ancient.” He says, smiling in return. “You look like you’re doing a lot better today, yoi.”
You nod. “Decidedly. I slept last night and my coffee wasn’t crunchy this morning.” You admit giving him a genuine smile. “Any luck with the Pittie?”
He shakes his head. “She’s not chipped, and so far the only active missing requests are for brunettes and blondes. No one, sadly, is looking for a beautiful blue girl.”
“… Will she be okay if I don’t take her?” You ask, worry on your face. “I know how people can be with that breed.”
Marco’s brows raise a little, and he smiles. “Ah, she’s the darling of the hospital already, yoi. If you don’t take her I’m sure someone on my staff will. If you have time, you should come by tomorrow. There’s a small bit of paperwork to do and I’m sure the patient would love to show her appreciation, yoi.”
You smile. “I had planned to pull a long shift today specifically to leave early tomorrow so I could come by.”
“Good, that’ll leave us plenty of time for dinner afterward.” He says, leaning on his hand and regarding you with an easy smile.
He’s relaxed from his words down to his posture. His eyes are hooded, and his voice is even. There’s no bravado, no bluster, but the confidence is there. The first time he brought up dinner it was a distraction, the second time it was teasing, but this time there’s a seriousness to his offer. A weight that wasn’t there before.
Your eyes go to your drink and you lift it to your lips slowly, unable to meet that gaze as you respond. “Do you really want to take me to dinner?”
“Mm,” he hums affirmatively. “You made quite the impression, yoi.”
You almost choke on your coffee, setting it down as you laugh. “I nearly threw up on you, that is certainly an impression.” You look at him, and the smile on his face causes you to press your lips together and look away. It was easier to be around Kid when he was in one of his moods, than it was to match that smile.
You chew your lip and fidget a little, mulling over the offer, and letting your own smile show through as he sat quietly and left you to your pondering.
“Do I get to ride in that car again?” You question. Your face is turned away a little, but you’re looking him in the eyes.
“That car?” He repeats, his smile widening a little. “I see it made an impression, yoi.”
“It’s a custom silver blue paint job for starters, and even a stock 1972 Mercedes 300 SEL would make an impression. Those fabric seats aren’t stock either, and for an ancient car, it didn’t have a spot of rust, so you’ve either restored it a time or two, or taken flawless care of it.” You rattle off, taking a few more bites of your lunch and when you’re done you look up to see Marco smiling at you in a way that makes your heart skip.
“What?” You barely even really ask the question, caught like a deer in headlights.
“Don’t worry about it,” he answers smoothly, looking away and glancing out to the street. “Since it’s the only car I have,” he continues, looking back at you. “Then can I take that as a yes?”
“No place fancy.” You counter.
“I’ll even wear my scrubs.” He offers.
“I want to look under the hood.”
“I get to pay the entire tab.”
You narrow your eyes a little and then smile. “Alright, fair.”
“Oi, doc, order’s set.” Sanji calls from the counter.
“Excuse me,” Marco says, getting up and going over to the counter. He picks up a 6-part carrier with sugar, creamer and straws in the empty pocket. “Thank you Sanji.”
“Of course.” Sanji replies with a smile.
“It’s been a pleasure, miss (Y/N),” Marco offers, walking by your table before he leaves. “I look forward to tomorrow.”
Your self-assurance abandons you in record time and you look away with a small, muttered, “me too.” As he leaves.
It takes you a few minutes to return to your meal, and you can feel Sanji’s eyes boring a hole into the back of your head. You don’t even spare him a clipped “What?” because you know it’ll prompt him to dive face first into his usual romanticism, and a lot harder than usual.
It was just dinner. Dinner with him in his scrubs. It wasn’t going to be anything. It wasn’t. There was no need for you to sit here and think about how it would be nice for it to be more. No reason to think that being busy at work meant you’d use your time together at home efficiently.
At home?!
You put your face in your hands to try and drive your snowballing thought away. You nearly threw up on him, and here you are picking out curtains and thinking about the quiet moments.
You hadn’t even had any loud moments.
You had been covered in blood and vomit, you hadn’t even touched the man’s hand.
But.
He had seen you at your absolute worst, or close enough to it, and was actively looking to spend more time with you. That was worth a lot. Worth enough that maybe you could shove your recent cynicism aside and at least enjoy yourself.
“(Y/N)?” Sanji questions, hand on your shoulder and you nearly leap out of your skin. “Sorry. I was calling for a couple minutes, I was worried you were having some kind of seizure.”
“Haaa, maybe.” You sigh a little. “Is that Buggy’s disaster decaf?” You prompt, pointing at the drink in his hand.
“Indeed.” He says with a smile. “If it’s going to be a long night I can send the idiot moss head over with a spare coffee for you?”
You snort. “You married the guy, don’t call him that.” You grin, standing up and taking the coffee.
“It is said with love, Miss (Y/N)-chan, I promise.” He assures you, beaming a smile that backs up his words.
“Alright, alright, and yes. That’d be fantastic. He can send a text and I’ll come down to the front doors. If I’m done before nine I’ll shoot you a text.”
“How’re you getting home that late?”
“Bon-bon’s going to be late today too, and I imagine Buggy’s going to stay over just by virtue of being a worrisome little shit.” You explain. “I was planning on ordering a Bubble Ride, but if they’re still around I’ll grab a ride home with one of them.”
“Alright,” Sanji pulls a cigarette from his front pocket and follows you outside. “Be sure to call Jaggy if you need to.” He insists, lighting the cigarette and taking a drag. “Don’t let that pride get in your way.”
You salute and give him a wink. “Aye, aye.”
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tigresslanzhu · 4 months
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ALL HAIL OJIICHAN! The ultimate Disney Princess in a studio not affiliated with Disney… yet. 😑
Hobbes: For the same reason I put Marcy where I did. If he’s got the patience to deal with the new family that Nana adopted, he deserves a high tier.
Miss Crawly: Because we all love Miss Crawly! Ready to scream at you for not getting back to work one second, and the next, ready to offer you a cookie.
Ryan: ILLUMINATION BETTER MAKE RYANNY OFFICIAL IN THE THIRD INSTALLMENT!
Ms. Lane: Suki absolutely knew that Jimmy would hate Buster. Probably want to murder him to solve his problems. Give some props to Ms. Lane!
Linda Le Bon: Is it wrong to ask for a spin off short with her?
Judith From The Bank: This is her full name, don’t argue about it. I used to have a problem with her because I was team Zootopia in this anthro war from 2016 and I figured it was NOT a coincidence that her name was JUDY! These days, of course, I’ve looked past that and am happy that she had the courage to tell Buster to handle his assets properly.
Rose-Chan: Her development in both films. Chef’s kiss! 😘
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wifeofkatakuri · 11 months
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With all these players making their moves in the story right now we’re still missing a couple more. For example Doflamingo’s been suspiciously quiet and if Oda doesn’t bring Bon-Chan back I’ll throw a tantrum, but for right now where is Smoker? We haven’t seen much of him since Dressrosa. We know Tashigi is with Garp and I assume if he were there we’d see him. Maybe he’s refilling his coat of cigarettes. I need to know his opinion on Luffy becoming an emperor.
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junoswrites · 1 year
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Nighthawks
Chapter One
A/N: I took some inspiration from Law and Order type-dramas that I’ve been binging lately so I’m excited to steal some jokes and use it in my fic.
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The Tokyo National Museum’s familiar halls were darkened as the night creeped on. With it being slightly past eight o’clock, you were absolutely positive that all the tourists that streamed through the exhibits were gone. Despite the empty halls brimming with unseen treasures of the art world, your laboratory was a hive of activity.
Conservators were working intently on the cross stitching of a lavish tapestry on loan from the Tokyo Western Art Museum. As the leading Head Curator of the Museum, You were personally staying back to supervise your coworkers. Luckily, you had the ticket to raising any low morale for this assignment. “Everybody,” You called out to the team with a small smile, “I have a surprise.” Haruhi, a woman with blonde and pink highlights in her dark hairlooked up with widened eyes. Her hands trembled from fiddling with a difficult strand of cotton. One look at the mysterious pink bag dangling from your fingers made her squeal and get up.
“Donuts!” Her cry of joy roused the others from their work, drawing a large crowd of exhausted technicians. A moment passed with the snap of latex as gloves were hurriedly removed. You smiled at the growing smiles on their faces, bring influenced by their infectious high spirits. “Bon Appetite, everybody.” You set the box on the nearby table, before you got swept away by the ensuing bloodbath.
The night stretches on and you and the team are working intensely on your work. Calming bossa nova plays in the background as all of you try to tuck in loose threads, replace stained patches and mend torn ends. You quietly lean over to peer at Junko’s careful attempt at tabby reweaving over a spot where a weft in the tapestry was missing. Reaching out to gently take the needle from her, you prepare to teach her how to efficiently darn another spot. “Junko-chan, great work. Do you reme-“
“Bam!”, the glass door to the laboratory slams open with a crash.
Junko’s hand jerks in alarm, drawing blood from her fingers as crimson blooms on her thumb. Yelping in surprise, you glare at the sudden intrusion before your eyes widen in surprise. The head of exhibitions, your superior Yamato Hideki, was striding into the laboratory in a panic. You had never seen him shed his cool demeanour before. The team stares wide eyed as Yamato doubles over in exhaustion, panting loudly.
He calls out to you, “Doctor Fujiwara, there’s something important I need to discuss with you-“ You hold up a hand to stop him, crossing to a nearby first aid kit and grabbing antiseptic with a bandaid. “Nishimura-san, please administer first aid to Ito-san while I confer with Yamato-san. Everybody please continue on the tapestry and leave by nine thirty.” Haruhi speedily tends to Junko’s finger after hearing your instructions and nods to you as you leave with your boss.
The tall man within the office is impatiently crossing his arms in a plush chair. Wearing a high collared black jacket and tactical gloves,
leaning against the chair were two infamous grenade-like gauntlets. Ash blonde hair graced softer features defined by high cheekbones. Too bad they were warped and twisted into the world’s deepest scowl.
Your polite smile felt frozen on your cheeks.
“Pro-Hero Bakugo-san,” You immediately bow, “It’s an honour to meet you.” All Bakugo does is give you a stormy look, “Yeah, whatever. Let’s cut the crap. Why the hell did you take so long to come here?” You winced at his rough language. Viral YouTube or Twitter videos that circulated the net every once in a while did nothing to prepare you for the onslaught of his rage in person.
Glancing at Yamato who now timidly watched from behind his desk, you frowned. Your lips pressed into a thin line in annoyance before answering calmly, “My team member was injured upon Yamato-san’s arrival. I apologise for our perceived lateness but we had to administer first aid to her. I gladly agree that we should dispense with courtesy since you’ve clearly taken the initiative to do so first.”
The previously agitated blonde’s eyes widened a little at your statement, before he seemed to shrink a little as he slightly calmed down. “Oh. Alright.”
You were stunned at his relative compliance, realising that he truly had mellowed out over the years since he had entered Pro Hero Work. The Twitter articles that Haruhi had sent to you fangirling over Bakugo held some grain of truth. She would probably be screaming at you if she knew who you were in a meeting with right now.
Yamato takes the awkward silence that descends as an invitation to jump in. “Doctor Fujiwara as you already know this is Pro-Hero Bakugo Katsuki. Bakugo-san is here on Pro-Hero business to consult you on an Egyptian artifact found on the crime scene.”
He faces Bakugo, gesturing to you with a small grin, “I’ve decided to refer Doctor Fujiwara to you as the lead consultant on this case. She’s the leading expert in her field.”
Bakugo raises his brows, “Seriously?” You couldn’t believe that he was doubting your credentials. You straighten up in your chair, “I have a doctorate in Art History and Egyptology.” “She’s also majorly skilled in the Fine Arts,” Yamato pipes in, as if to buff up your scrawny image in Bakugo’s eyes. You didn’t need him to know that you absolutely sucked in any practical art medium other than watercolour.
He narrows his eyes, before sighing and digging into his briefcase. “Fine, Doctor Fujiwara.” He fishes out a brown file.
“Hurry up and read this, because I’m not going to explain or repeat myself after this.” You gingerly thumbed through the pages of the crimes scene reports, as Bakugo started on a story of how him and his Sidekicks were at a bank vault on a mission.
Your thumb paused flicking the report, gaze hovering over an image of the bank’s private collection of ancient artifacts. You frowned at the caption. “The United Bank’s ancient Egyptian artifacts were under excellent protection. It was all stolen?”, you couldn’t help but muse out loud.
Bakugo scowls before rolling his eyes, rising from his seat and stabbing the next photograph with his finger. “Half stolen. Half. We managed to recover the rest. Ground Zero Agency is definitely more efficient than United Bank’s shitty security detail.”
You raised your brows as he leaned back and crossed his arms in his seat again. Silently, you resumed reading the report. You flicked through the document quickly, stopping to note the bloody crime scene photos. You winced at the bloodied photographs of a captured villain’s wounded chest. “Looks like you hurt them pretty badly. You guys seem to have it in the bag so far. What is my expertise needed for.”
Bakugo shrugs, jabbing a thumb at Yamato. “This is where he tells me you come in. You’re going to help me identify the ring we managed to take from the villain group’s leader.” He tosses a plastic bag to you and you catch it, noting the weight of its contents.
The bag contained a metallic ring, encrusted with rusty brown flakes. Turning it around in your hands, you did a cursory visual examination. “This needs to be tested for its purity, but I think it might be silver. Engravings and stylistic design are simple, typical Ancient Egyptian make.” You cast a look at Yamato and grin.
“Yamato, come over and look at this. I think it’s actually a genuine signet ring!” Yamato perks up, rushing over and peering at the ring in your hand. “Oh my! This is beautiful, Doctor Fujiwara.” He shakes his head in disbelief, before rushing to his computer to search up any matches to the ring in your palm.
Your grin intensifies, as you bring the plastic bag to your eye and stare at the gemwork on the ring. “The blue paint on the outer ring around the owner’s name. I think these are smaller blue lapis lazuli gemstones embedded beside the ring’s hieroglyphs…” You lock eyes with Yamato’s shining ones and burst into excited laughter, throwing your head back a little. “Eighteenth Century! My favourite!”
Then you are acutely aware that there is a very foreign presence in the room. One that probably did not appreciate your reaction to dating the signet ring’s rough time period which it originated from. You glanced at Bakugo, fighting to keep the smile off your face at your discovery. Instead of the furious expression you anticipated, you find his features are more confusing as ever. You’ve never seen this expression on the news or any post online. His eyes are widened, face curiously open with a raw display of emotion.
You hope it’s nothing bad, immediately schooling your features to remain professional. “I’ll need to get this to the lab tomorrow to be certain of my theories,” you conclude your short analysis as you straighten your posture. Yamato nods, gesturing to his computer, “I’ve found no obvious matches to this signet ring online so far. I’ll have to access our museum’s database tomorrow to cross reference with the bank’s inventory.”
You look down and glare at the rusty flecks encrusted on the ring, examining at it through the flimsy plastic bag. The mysterious dirt was staining the ring, particularly on the inner surfaces of the band, “Why is it so dirty. How did you obtain it again?”
Now it was Bakugo’s turn to laugh. His deep voice echoed around the office as you jerked up to see his features softening in derisive mirth. “Hah, you gotta be kidding me Doc. It’s blood.” You stiffen. You had encountered ancient human remains before but fresh dried blood still gave you a slight ick.
“Blood? That’s blood?”, Yamato squeaks. Bakugo’s sarcastic smile deepens as he looks at Yamato’s shock, “Of course you idiot! Thats what happens when someone’s finger is cut off.”
Your eyes widen but before you even respond, there’s a loud crash as Yamato faints.
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moongothic · 2 months
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It's so funny to rewatch pre-timeskip OP now that I have Terminal Crocodile Brainrot, because like. I don't think I ever really realized how the man just HAUNTS the narrative after Alabasta all the way until he's "reunited" with Luffy in Impel Down. How he keeps on being mentioned time and time again, the story never letting us forget about him like so many other villians Luffy had defeated thus far
Aokiji mentioning part of the reason he let Luffy escape with his life was because Luffy had dealt with Crocodile
That revolutionary explaining to Dragon how Luffy had gained a large bounty after causing not just an incident in Enies Lobby but also was the one who took down Crocodile
Blackbeard targetting Luffy and then bringing in Ace because he wanted the vacant Shichibukai seat from Crocodile
Kuma arriving at Thriller Bark to talk to Moria about the incoming war and how the Government was concerned about him fighting Luffy when Luffy had been the one who took down Crocodile
And let's not forget Miss Goldenweek's cover story during the CP9 Saga, letting us know ahead of time where Crocodile was heading
Not to mention the whole build-up to the reunion during Impel Down. Like the way we cut to Ace and Jinbei a few times and get to see Crocodile('s hook, primarily) as a little tease, and then there's also the few times he gets name dropped by other characters, constantly reminding us that He's Here (like Domino, who mentioned Crocodile taking the traditional 200 Celcius Bath at the prison's entrance like all new prisoners do without batting an eye, or Iva-chan who mentions to Bon-chan that their former boss was being held at Level 6 with Ace). But then there's my favorite, more subtle thing, where Impel Down essentially does a Baroque Works Countdown to reuniting with Crocodile. At Level 2 we reunite with Mr 3, Level 3 we reunite with Mr 2, Level 4 we get to see Mr 1. Skip ahead to the final level and there he is, Mr 0 himself. Like that's a fucking countdown, and it's so cute to me lmao
I dunno man, the way Crocodile haunts the narrative pre-timeskip is so cool in hindsight to me, the way Oda never truly let us forget about the man. And it really makes the way he kind of disappears from the narrative after the Summit War until the Final Fucking Saga so interesting. Like yes, we do get Two Whole Glimpses at the man in total during Dressrosa and Whole Cake (and there's minor stuff like in Punk Hazard when Luffy, Smoker and co are captured Luffy compares it to the time they were "held captive in Alabasta"). So he did keep on haunting the narrative. But it got far more quieter, those regular reminders that Crocodile exists are almost gone. And that's facinating, 'cause during pre-timeskip he was in fucking prison. Like he wasn't up to anything, nefarious or otherwise, 'cause he was behind bars, and yet the story would not let us forget about him and his impact on the story. Post-timeskip the guy's a free man, and yet we heard nothing about what the fuck he had been up to UNTIL Cross Guild happened.
I dunno man, it feels like a lot of weight to put on a character if he's not meant to become actually important to the plot
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harudnae · 7 months
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Life update but make it One Piece, because this story's been keeping me afloat for so long :
Fic drafts keep piling up like Nami's maps but likewise too, eventually they'll be done and shared.
I took some Impel Down Level 4 kind of damage (I'd say it was mostly emotional but apparently I have a high resistance to physical pain), and I'm immensely grateful for a Bon-chan or two who gambare'd the fuck out of me.
(More often than not I wish I had Iva's Devil Fruit powers available somehow, but that's another story.)
Currently in a 3D2Y of some kind, though hopefully for a shorter time. I miss my nakama, and I'm sorry for disappearing without a word again.
I might have impostor syndrome but another thing I share with Usopp is resilience.
Like my favorite clown, I'll bullshit my way out of anything because I'll be damned if I don't go to Laugh Tale ✊
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thehandwixard · 5 months
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for the op ask game 5, 10, and 14 👍
5. honestly probably the drum island arc. i really really enjoy the setting and the character beats we get during it, as well as oda looking directly at the audience to say privatized medicine is abhorrent. the themes of outlaws and pirates and what a symbol stands for is so tasty to me like yes.. chopper anarchist doctor moments
10. easy answer bon-chan. i love bon with my life hes everything to me and i wish hed join the crew. however. KOKORO I MISS HERRRRR. I MISS THE SEA TRAIN she was such a cool character with a fun design and chimney was also sooo fucking cute. if i had my way shed get an arc and join the crew and im not even fucking around. theres a lot of characters i love that are kind of sleeper hits. hatchan is also a favorite mostly because i really do love the fishmen and i like when you see characters again after a timeskip and theyre just living their damn. lives
14.oh man tough choice... definitely a zoan type. I have a lot of fondness for the mushi mushi no mi kabutomushi type because being a giant bug person with huge wings would be so awesome. however the non-canon tori tori no mi model yue is so. i do enjoy that
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chaidrivenwhore · 10 months
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unpopular opinion (mayhaps) + thoughts abt impel down off the top of my head (till ep 442)
impel down arc is low-key dragging it out a lot and it's put me to sleep. i don't like that. but i'm still gonna watch it bc i'm physically incapable of skipping a single episode.
bon-chan? smash. he's amazing and wonderful and ek bon-chan toh mai bhi deserve karti hu ✋🏽
ace my baby if anything happens to him i will cry (usual) and the way luffy just wants to rescue him ughhhhh i love them sm
high-key missing the mugiwara crew ngl
robin my babe being in the country where everyone's forced to work is so interesting i wanna know what happens
nami my bbg hopefully she learns more abt climate and geography and becomes more slay i love her sm
sanji my baby boy, i hope you're okay out there
zoro my other baby boy is w the horo horo girly (she's lonely but still) and i REALLY wanna know how they're holding up
chopper (tiny child fr) is getting tossed around in bird kingdom pls someone keep him safe
usopp my guy pls be okay stop hallucinating pls tell me he's okay i will weep
brook you absolute darling kinda wanna know how's the satan worship going lmaoo
GAHHH I MISS THEM
hancock is a sweetheart i want nothing but the best for her (she's low-key a bitch i love her)
i have immense respect for warden magellan tbh, considering he was tryna do his job and he's not shitty like hannyabal
buggy and mister 3: misadventures of a lifetime feat. impel down
the levels are ingeniously designed and i love the potential that it has
okay talk to you after more eps
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