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SWEET LIKE CANDY. nagi seishiro x f!reader, 0.5k

the first time reo met you, he was sure nagi was fucking with him. there was simply no way you were dating nagi seishiro. you were far out of his league, miles beyond.

you reminded reo of a pretty flower; one of those his parents had on display. your uniform was clean and worn properly, your hair was flawless, your makeup was nice and subtle, and reo’s pretty sure he’d seen you on posters for the upcoming class president election. purple eyes drifted from you to nagi’s slouching form. 

he paused. he could see how nagi fell for you, but how did you fall for nagi? granted, reo had only known him for a few weeks; maybe nagi was actually a really romantic guy who goes above and beyond for the person he loves. reo paused — fat chance. nagi seishiro thought eating was too much work. 

“it’s nice to meet you. mikage reo, right?” 

reo nodded and you smiled and continued the conversation while your overgrown boyfriend rested most of his weight on you — you didn’t seem to mind, running your fingertips over his arm. reo couldn’t help but think you looked good together.

“are you really dating nagi?” he couldn’t stop himself.

“what’s that supposed t’ mean?” nagi’s eyebrows furrowed and he pouted. reo thought he looked like a baby, but you pinched his cheek with a giggle.

reo raised an eyebrow, “i mean, she’s far out of your league, nagi. she could do better,” he was teasing and made eye contact with you. you smiled briefly, sending him a wink. 

“no, she couldn’t,” the white haired boy sat up completely, reminding reo how tall he actually was, “i’m the best,” he murmured, pulling you close to him.

“no, no, no, she could definitely do better,”

nagi’s back straightened and he loomed over the table, “no, she couldn’t.” his voice was firm like reo had never heard before. you giggled and pulled him down. nagi followed your movement automatically, letting you guide him. he laid his head on your lap, humming in satisfaction when you began running your fingers through his hair. reo thought nagi resembled a cat. a flower and a cat; he laughed internally.  

the loud talking from students around the cafeteria drifted into background noise and reo watched you and nagi have a quiet conversation. he couldn’t hear more than a few words shared between you, but the softness in both your eyes told him enough. nagi’s eyes had a shine they usually didn’t when he looked at you and his words were just a tad more enthusiastic. despite wanting to, reo didn’t comment on it, letting you soak in each other in peace.

you gently pushed him off your lap after a few more minutes, “sei, i have a committee meeting,”

sei… reo smiled subtly. he paused, “a committee meeting?” 

you nodded, “hm! it’s for an upcoming event, but it’s still a secret, so i can’t tell you more,”

the purple haired boy blinked, before his eyes once again go from you to your half asleep boyfriend, “a-ha,”

NEW WORLD WEIRDOS. whitebeard pirates x f!reader, 0.7k

izou’s eyebrows furrowed as he saw a lone girl sitting on a piece of wood. he leaned forward over the railing trying to get a better view, catching marco’s attention.

“what is it?” marco asked, looking in the same direction as his fellow commander, “a girl?”

thatch walked over to the two, ready to ask them if they wanted to eat something. he halted when he saw the two men leaning over the railing, looking focused and confused.

“have you two finally lost it?” he joked, hitting them both on their backs.

“there’s a girl,” marco explained, pointing thatch in the direction, “on that piece of wood right there,”

the cooks eyebrows raised, he took a deep breath and shouted, “hey, girl!! are you alright?!”

you turned your head, looking back at the big ship and the few men standing looking down at you. you gave them a thumbs up and a smile, “i’m fine! thank you for asking!”

despite your reassurance, the men remained worried.

“leave her be,” whitebeard commanded from his chair in the middle of the deck.

“but, pops, she could be in danger. isn’t it around here there is a sea king nest?”

“juzo,” whitebeard addressed the man who spoke, “she’s sitting on a piece of wood in the middle of the ocean - in new world, no less. only someone with great power would even think to do that,” only someone stupid would do that.

a shout came from the crows nest, “sea king!!”

“there you are,” you grinned, standing up with your wooden staff in hand.

“oi! get away from there!”

“no! i’m waiting!” you yelled back, eyeing the familiar sea king, “give him back!!”

bending your knees with a smug look on your face, you jumped from the raft and into the air. the men on the ship gaped at the sight. sounds of surprise and shock came when you swung the staff right into the sea king’s neck, knocking it backwards and you went back down. you barely made contact with the raft again before you jumped up, swinging and hitting the sea king on the head. the creature spat out something green before fainting back down into the water.

after catching your beloved green sidekick, you gracefully landed on the raft, you grinned, moving your goggles so they sat comfortably on your head again. the bird was covered in sea king saliva but you didn’t mind and did your best to clean him with a random piece of cloth you kept in your pocket. the green bird was squeaking in uncomfort, pecking your fingers a few times, clearly angry you had let him be eaten by a sea king. you apologized with a grin.

your attention drifted to the huge ship behind you. the same men that had called for you earlier were still watching, along with a couple new faces. moving your hand up to the top of your head, you let your sidekick make himself comfortable on top of your head. with two simple motions you landed on the deck of the ship.

“hello! i’m (name)!” you grinned, “nice to meet you!”you pointed to the big man sitting in the middle of the deck, “you’re whitebeard!”

though he was cautious of you, he couldn’t help but laugh in amusement, “that i am, child,”

you grinned. he was so much bigger than you thought he would be and he wasn’t even the biggest person there.

marco looked at you in worry, “you could’ve died,”

“nah,” you smiled big, “i don’t think i can die, honestly,”

“what do you mean?”

you looked over at the feminine man, and began telling a story animatedly, “once, right, i was trapped in a burning house and i passed out, and when i woke up i was outside and completely fine,”

izou, along with everybody else on the whitebeard ship, looked at you with concern and worry, “i’m sure someone got you out of there… or maybe it was a dream,”

you shook your head with wide eyes, “i was the only one on the island. and it wasn’t a dream! this scar, right?” you pointed to the big scar on the bottom right side of your face, “i got this because of the fire!”

“ah ha.”

new world truly was strange.

cafe q. han jisung

note: hi remaking masterlist in this blog

warnings can be found in each chapter :)

chapter one.

chapter two.

chapter three.

chapter four.

chapter five.

chapter six.

cafe q, chapter seven. han jisung

note: hi last chapter was posted in april sdfhjd send feedback juseyo

wc: 1k

jisung stared at his ringing phone. it was you.

you had told him you would call him after your date with felix to tell him how it went, and judging by the string of texts you had sent him about how cute felix was when he went to the restroom, it went well.

jisung tugged his hair harshly, still staring at your picture on his phone. it was a picture he had taken on his birthday. he took it when you went to the arcade together and had tired on dumb hats. he had laughed and said you looked stupid with the squid hat on, but he thought you looked absolutely adorable. he had been quick to fish out his phone from his pocket and take a picture of you. you had smiled brightly and presented the hat proudly. jisung adored the picture, you looked so happy and carefree, it made his heart pound.

“aren’t you pick up?” changbin appeared from his room, startling jisung. changbin took a glimpse at the youngers phone, “it’s (name),”

“i know,” jisung said curtly, falling back onto the couch, a hand on his stomach.

“so shouldn’t you pick up?”

jisung groaned, moving his hands up so they were covering his face, “they just wanna talk about date out felix,”

changbin was still confused, “so shouldn’t you pick up?”

jisung looked at changbin like he had just said the dumbest thing imaginable, “you think i wanna hear the person i’m in love with talk about someone else,”

“no, but i think you should hear your friend talk about someone else,” changbin rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest, “just because you’re in love with (name) doesn’t mean you can stop being their friend,”

“you’re telling me if, that if someone you were in love with was talking about someone else you would listen?” jisung sat back up, shoulder slagged.

“yes! because we would be friends,” the older explained slowly, like he was talking to a child, “stop being childish, (name) is your friend,”

jisung let his head fall down, so he was looking at the dirty floor. feeling slightly ashamed, he let out a deep breath, glancing at his phone — it had stopped ringing ages ago. he heard changbin sigh, before he sat down next to jisung on the old couch.

placing a hand on jisung’s shoulder, changbin looked at his friend, “i get it’s difficult, sung, but you’re friends, and friends listen to each other talk about the people they like,” he spoke carefully. it made his heart hurt to see jisung so crestfallen.

“i know,” jisung let his head fall again, swallowing hard, “it’s just… i want (name) to be happy, you know. but it’s hard,”

changbin leaned forwards and took the youngers phone, “i know, sung. but right now they wanna talk to you,” he handed the phone to its owner, watching as jisung took it and opened it. changbin stood up, “i’ll be in my room,”

jisung nodded without looking. he found your contact and called you. putting the phone up to his ear, he weakly hit himself on the cheek and cleared his throat. when you picked up he closed his eyes and fell down on the couch again, “hi, (name),” he spoke chippily, hoping he sounded the same as usual.

“jisung!”

god, you sounded so happy, and it made his heart squeeze. he dreaded the words he was about to say, “how’d the date go?”

“it went so well. he’s so sweet, and kind, and funny, and pretty, and,” you let out a dreamy sigh, “he’s so perfect, sung,”

“he is,” jisung agreed, even though he felt like crying his eyes out, “tell me more. what did you do?” honestly, jisung was barely listening to what you were saying. he knew it went well, but that didn’t make it easier to listen to you go on and how perfect felix was. he moved a hand up to his face, and rested his arm over his eyes.

“-and then he kissed me,” you muttered, like you were in a daze.

jisung physically felt his heart break, “really? how was it?” it hurt him to ask.

“oh, it was perfect,” you let out a sigh, and jisung could almost picture the lovestruck expression on your face.

you gasped, “you wanna know the best part, sung?”

no. “yeah,”

“he asked if he could be my boyfriend. we’re dating,”

the tears jisung had been trying to stop, finally fell. you sounded so excited and happy, “really? that’s great!” his voice broke.

“sung, are you okay? you sound like you’re crying,”

“yeah, yeah, i’m fine. i just have a small cold, it’s nothing, don’t worry,”

“oh, okay. do you want me to come over with something?” you asked sincerely.

“no, no, it’s fine. changbin is taking care of me,” he reassured hurriedly. he didn’t want to see you at the moment, “hey, uh, i have to go now,”

“okay, feel better,”

“yeah, see you tomorrow,” jisung hung up before you could respond. letting go of his phone, it fell onto the couch, as he began crying softly. after lying on the couch for another 10 minutes, he stood up and guided himself to changbin’s room. he knocked softly and walked in when he heard a “come in”.

“oh, sung,” changbin stood up from his chair and walked over to his friend. he pulled him in for a hug, rubbing jisung’s back as he cried into his shoulder.

“they’re dating,” jisung mumbled, tears running down his face, “i missed my chance,”

changbin close his eyes at the words. he let out a deep sigh, holding the heartbroken boy tighter. while still hugging the younger, changbin lead them to his bed, sitting down. jisung sat beside him and curled up into his side. the two hugged for a long time; changbin running his hand up and down jisung’s back in a comforting way, until jisung got done crying and eventually fell asleep in changbin’s embrace.

“it’s gonna be fine, sung,” changbin whispered when he noticed the younger had fallen asleep, “you’re gonna be fine,”

for you. yang jeongin

note: @jisusgf this ones for u babe also the result of my totally innocent questions that has nothing to do with anything n thanks to miss bea for beating this

sypnosis: 3 things jeongin does to show his love for you

wc: 1.8k

“i’m so tired,” you mumbled, walking after jeongin through the bus, holding his hand in yours.

“i told you you shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” your boyfriend snickered, glancing back at you just as you yawned. his heart was slowly melting at how cute you looked.

“yeah, yeah, stop being mean,”

jeongin stopped right by two empty seats, and let you have the window seat, “how am i mean?”

you didn’t respond, only pouted as he sat down next to you, intertwining your fingers once again. your heart fluttered at the feeling and sight of his hand in yours; though it had been ten months since you started dating, it still did wonders to your heart.

jeongin smiled when you yawned again, his face erupting into a blush when you laid your head on his shoulder and let out a sigh of content. jeongin smiled and leaned down to place a delicate kiss on the crown of your head. he watched as a soft smile broke out on your face, feeling his heart beat faster — you really were too cute for him to handle.

you sat like that for a while, until the bus drove past a music store and jeongin remembered the gift he had made you. he let out a quiet gasp and moved down to get his backpack, making you raise your head in the process.

“what are you doing?” you asked, watching him fumble through his bag looking for something. you raised an eyebrow when he fished out a pair of ancient looking apple earpods.

“hold these,” he handed them to you — read, threw them over his shoulder and they just so happened to land on your lap — before diving back in.

“what are you looking for?”

“my phone,” he grunted as his hand got caught in between two thick books.

“didn’t you put it in the tiny room,”

“did i?” jeongin opened the first and tiny room on his bag and saw his phone. he took it out of the bag and leaned back in the seat, “you’re a lifesaver,” plugging the earphones into the phone, he handed you one of them, “take it,” he said, when you stared at it.

“jeongin, i love you, but if i put this in my ear i’ll get an infection,”

“(name),” he whined, “i did clean them yesterday, thank you very much,”

“but did you though?” you teased, taking one of the earbud from him and putting it in your ear, “if i get an ear infection it’s on you,”

jeongin rolled his eyes, not fighting back the pout that landed on his lips, “stop being mean to me,”

“how am i mean?” you grinned while quoting him, earning a weak punch on your bicep.

“just listen,” jeongin opened up spotify and clicked on his newest playlist — “for you” it was called, and as far as you could tell, all the songs were love songs.

you gulped, “jeongin-”

your boyfriend cut you off, “please just listen,” he pressed the first song and shut his phone, letting you listen in peace. falling by harry styles was the first song played, the melody filling your ears. you closed your eyes and placed your head on jeongin’s shoulder again, listening to the lyrics and nothing else. you were torn between feeling calmer than ever and feeling like you might explode. jeongin making you a playlist was too much for you to handle. by the end of the third song you still hadn’t moved, and jeongin was getting more and more nervous by the minute. did you hate it? no, if you hated it you wouldn’t look so content right now.

you were close to being asleep when jeongin shook you gently, “angel, our stop is next,” he kissed your forehead just before you lifted your head, the music still playing to the both of you. jeongin’s heart was beating wildly in his chest even as he took your hand and guided you out of the bus.

jeongin let go of your hand at some point on your walk to your place, but he still made sure to walk close enough to you so you could share earbuds. you still hadn’t said anything about the playlist, choosing to listen and walk in silence, and jeongin was close to losing his shit.

when you stood in front of the building you called home, you took a step from jeongin’s side to his front, now facing for the first time since you got on the bus. you removed the earbud and put it in his hand with butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

jeongin chuckled nervously, “what did you think?” his eyes scanned your face, taking note of the soft curl on your lips and joyful glint in your eyes. you looked beautiful, and jeongin felt shy just looking at you.

“i-“ you breathed out softly, looking him in the eyes, “i really like it, it’s-“ you were close to tears, if honestly, this was quite overwhelming, “thank you, jeongin, i really appreciate it,”

quick to see your eyes get glossy, jeongin stuffed the earbuds messily into his pocket before cupping your cheeks, gently wiping away a stray tear. he could see how much the playlist meant to you despite how little you said; he smiled softly and gave you a quick kiss on the lips, “anytime, my angel,”

“jeongin, baby?” you knocked on the door as you opened it, keeping your voice at a minimal level so you wouldn’t give him a shock. seeing him lay on his bed all tired and down, “oh, baby,” you gently let your bag fall onto the floor and walked over to him, kneeling down beside his bed. your hand brushed a few hairs out of his face, giving him a weak smile when he looked at you, “hi,” you whispered, “how are you feeling?”

you knew he had had a rough week, but had planned to leave him alone until hyunjin had contacted you, asking you to come over; you were hesitant but did as he requested after he gave you more details about jeongin’s horrible week, and before you knew it, you were kneeling beside his exhausted form.

not feeling like speaking, jeongin let out a groan you easily translated to despair.

you breathed out a chuckle, running your fingers up and down his cheek gently. you didn’t notice the first tear that slid slowly down your boyfriend’s face, nor did you notice the second — you did, however, notice the third. it landed on your hand that was lying next to his face, catching your attention and making you look at the males face.

“are you crying?”

“no,”

“baby,, i can feel your tears on my hand,” you called him out, in the gentlest manner.

“so what if i am?” he sniffled, moving to cover his face with his hands.

he didn’t resist as your hands removed his from his face, “nothing,” you ran your fingers through his messy locks, knowing how much he loved when you — or anyone, really — did so, it always filled him with a sense of calm.

“it’s okay to cry, don’t hold it in,”

your gentle words and touch made him crumble. he stopped holding back his tears and simply let them roll down his warm cheeks.

“oh, angel,” you moved up and over him, laying behind him, draping your arm over his waist, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

even though he had yet to stop crying, the tension in jeongin’s shoulders disappeared little by little as you kept him in your arms, playing with his hair in a tender manner. jeongin took the hand draped over his waist and hugged it into his chest.

“thank you,” he whispered, after he stopped crying and his breathing returned to normal, “thank you,” his body moved on its own, turning to you, sinking his face into your chest without much thought. he let out a sigh of content when your nails made contact with his scalp; it felt nice, so so nice. you felt nice.

“you have nothing to apologize for, my lily,”

jeongin’s face flushed red at the nickname, and he pulled himself closer into you, a soft smile on his lips, “stop it,”

placing a kiss on top of his head, your lips curled into a smile mirroring his, “never,”

the only light lighting up the dark of your room, was the moon shining through the window and the muted light of your nightlight. jeongin was lying beside you, resting his head on the pillow you had just for him, his face towards the ceiling, you the same.

thoughts were whirling around in jeongin’s head, most of them — all of them — related to you in one way or another. he felt so utterly calm in the moment, laying with you on your bed wide awake when you should be sleeping; it filled him with a unfamiliar sense of comfort he only felt when he was with you.

your eyes were focused on the glow-in-the-dark-stars the two of you had spent an afternoon putting up on your ceiling (jeongin had been close to losing an eye multiple times that day). you were oh so pretty, with your lovely eyes and charming smile, that jeongin had come to love more than anything. his emotions began overwhelming him — he loved you more than he had loved anything else before, and it was scaring him.

“you mean the world to me,” the words were spoken before jeongin had a chance to comprehend it, let alone stop them from leaving his mouth. his face flushed immediately after and he buried his face into your pillow, missing the soft smile that grew on your face.

you turned on your side so you would be facing him, if his face wasn’t buried in the pillow, “innie?” your voice was a whisper as to not break the calm atmosphere, moving a hand up to lay on his shoulder, “you mean the world to me as well,”

jeongin’s heart rate picked up. he raised the side of his head that faced you, “really,” his voice came out small.

brushing his hair out of his face, you hummed in confirmation, eyes slowly running over his face. your eyes ended up looking into his — you grew shy when he kept staring at you, his eyes wandering around your face like yours did his.

jeongin felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest when you pulled his closer to you, so his head was resting over your chest. he loved being close to you, especially when it was like this; late night, the only light coming from the shining moon and the muted nightlight.

“i love you, my lily,” you muttered into his hair, kissing the spot.

jeongin let out a deep sigh, happy and content, as he tightened his grip around you, “i love you, too, angel,”

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bang chan !!

“(name), it’s your turn,”

chan’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. you nodded wordlessly and stood up, walking into the recording booth, changbin closing it behind you. you took the headphones and put them on while humming the part you were about to sing.

“okay, (name), you ready?“ chan asked into the microphone with a smile, starting the music when you nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

you were a good singer. your voice was one of the main reasons chan asked you to be in the group, but he always forgot how good of a singer you really were. your voice was one of chans favorites. it could be quite deep from time to time, but you could also hit good high notes.

chan zoned out listening to you sing. he couldn’t tear his eyes away from you. you looked so pretty when you sang. your eyes were closed, concentrating on the song - chan found it adorable. 

you finished singing the part, but chan was still in a daze, eyes planted on you. he didn’t even notice you had stopped singing.

“chan,” jisung shook his leader, trying to get his attention “chan!” 

“what?” chan finally tore his eyes from you, who was looking at him with confusion, like the rest of the boys. chan flushed red when he realized the others had noticed him staring at you, “s-sorry. that was great, (name),” he gave you a thumbs up. 

you nodded, took the headphones off and walked out of the booth. “you okay?”

chan cleared his throat. “yeah, yeah, i’m fine,” he avoided eye contact and couldn’t bring himself to look at you for the rest of the day.

lee minho !!

you and minho were lying on the floor, both of you out of breath, due to dancing for the last 5 hours, with only a few breaks. originally you had been practicing for the comeback, but after the others left it had turned in to just messing around. 

minho was on his phone shuffling through some music, while you were trying to regain your breath. minho ended up choosing a girl group playlist and connected it to the sound system, before getting up from the floor.

“c’mon, (name). let’s dance!”

“i can’t, i’m dead,” you groaned and turned over so you were laid on your stomach. 

minho laughed, and pulled you back onto your back and helped you up, ignoring your protest, “(name), dance with me.” he demanded, just as fancy began to sound through the speakers. he cheered and began to dance crazily, making you laugh tiredly, “you’re gonna let me dance alone?” he pouted, earning a giggle from you, before you joined him.

he cheered again and took your hands and twirled your around, making you laugh. as you laughed, minho slowed down a bit (not enough for you to notice), and looked at you - you looked so happy and carefree, his favorite look on you. if there was one thing minho loved, it was making you smile and laugh; doing so never failed to make him feel warm inside.

letting go of one of your hands, he spun you out and in, rolling you into his arms, your laugh echoed throughout the room. ignoring the way his heart was pounding in his chest, minho brought up a to pinch your cheek, “ahh! so cute,” laughing when you pouted.

seo changbin !!

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BACKGROUND CHARACTER. nara shikamaru x gn!reader, 0.7k

“what did he do now?” shikamaru muttered to himself, as two nameless chunin’s ran after naruto.

shikamaru stopped abruptly, whipping his head around. he took a deep breath, feeling the cold air in his lungs. mentally, he went over every single part of his body; everything felt fine, normal. so why was he feeling so weird? was he dreaming? he looked down at his hand, “in your dreams you never have five fingers” didn’t you say that once? he thinks you did. 

one, two, three, four, five. shit. it wasn’t a dream. then what was it? he felt like he was being watched, kinda. it was a strange feeling, one that was building up from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. feeling very out of place, he sighed, “what a pain,”

then he saw you. you were sitting on the roof of a random building, a lollipop hanging halfway out your mouth. maybe you knew what was happening to him.

you were odd, described as weird by most people, and shiakmaru always thought you looked like you knew something no one else did. he found you rather exhausting if he was honest and the way you spoke in riddles was a pain. with a single jump, he stood beside you on the roof.

“shikamaru. what a surprise,” 

he kissed his teeth, “what’s going on?”

“what do you mean?”

shikamaru kicked a small stone from the roof and sat down beside you. he mentally debated telling you how he was feeling, sighing in exhaustion, “i’m feeling weird,” he simply stated, hoping you would take it from there.

“what kind of weird?”

he sighed again, “like i suddenly gained consciousness,”

you peaked up, “oh?” did he wake up? did he realize that none of this was real? if you did expect anyone to figure it out, it would be shikamaru; the boy who was a lot smarter than he led on. 

“i don’t know how else to describe it.” he laid down, resting his head on his hands, “what a pain,”

“shikamaru, do you feel real?”

he cringed. this wasn’t the first time you had said that, not even the first time you had said it to him. last time you asked, he had clicked his tongue and ignored you, walking away with his hands behind his head. but this time he thought about it. no, he didn’t feel real. 

“none of this is real,” you stated, turning your entire body to his.

“is that so,”

“shikamaru,” your tone was serious, “we live in a fictional world. someone wrote us,”

his heart paused. swinging himself upright with ease, “who’s the main character?” he asked, half serious. talking to you was a mistake. you were just a weirdo with a big imagination… maybe.

“naruto of course,” you nodded to yourself, arms crossing over your chest when shikamaru looked at you like you had an extra head, “c’mon… he has a monster inside him, no parents, hated by everyone-

“okay, i get it,” he cut you off. naruto was the main character. he could feel a headache forming, “what about us then? what roles do we have?” 

you tilted your head, “well, you’re a side character, but still a part of the main cast,”

“and you?”

“i’m a background character!” you smiled big, as if you were proud of being a nobody in the grand scheme of things. 

shikamaru raised an eyebrow, “you’re a background character?” 

“yup!” 

“and you’re happy about that?”

your grin widened, “yeah! that means i won’t be included in whatever you important characters have going on,” 

shikamaru grimaced. while everything was sinking in, he fell down onto his back, eyes on the sky, “i wanna be a background character,” he complained, closing his eyes, enjoying the breeze on his face, “this is a pain,” 

you hummed, mirroring his action of lying down, “knowing the truth usually is,”

he didn’t answer. a part of him was convinced you were spewing bullshit, like often. but the other part believed what you were saying. the more he thought about it the more sense it made. naruto was somewhat of a walking cliché, sasuke’s monologues of revenge, sakura and ino’s annoying rivalry. am i a cliché? a horrified look came up on his face. was he? he hoped not, that would be embarrassing.

 “now what?” he said, eyes on a passing cloud.

you hummed in thought, “nothing,”

shikamaru raised an eyebrow, glancing at you. your eyes met his for a moment and you continued, “well, we can’t do anything about it, and we don’t exactly have free will. so… nothing,”

a moment of silence, then he sighed, “what a pain,”

CHASING THE MOONRISE. one piece x f!reader, 3.3.k

this issss…… i don't know. i did the timeline from memory so it might be wrong lmao i hope (PRAY!!!!) it’s readable *smiley face*

MARINEFORD SPOILERS BUT DIFFERENT

you didn’t know a life outside of mt. colubo and the mountain bandits. your first memory was throwing rice at dogra – you faintly remembered dadan shouting afterwards, something about having to clean up again. 

you didn’t remember meeting ace either, he had also been there practically since birth. garp had told you about the first time you and ace met though, about how ace had thrown dirt in your face and you had hit him and started crying, not stopping until all the dirt had been washed off you. that story always made garp laugh until he cried – apparently children fighting and crying was hilarious to him. 

garp had also been a constant in your life. you never questioned where he came from or how he knew you. he told you to call him grandpa and you did. 

you liked your life. it was relatively peaceful, apart from when ace dragged you with him to gray terminal, and big events were rare. ace had introduced you to sabo one day. sabo had asked if you were related, both you and ace shrugged. neither of you had asked and you doubted dadan knew. when you asked garp the next time you saw him, he said no, but that your fathers knew each other well. that made ace scowl.

at some point while growing up, ace had gotten to know who his father was. at first he didn’t think anything of it, but after asking different random people how they would feel if the pirate king had a child and only getting negative responses, resentment began building up inside him. you hadn’t known what to say to him – you didn’t hate your father, you couldn't relate to what he was going through. it was strange. that was the first time ace had experienced something you hadn’t. you wrapped your arms around him one night when you heard quiet, muffled sniffles, spooning him. neither of you said anything, but after a while the sniffling stopped. that night wasn’t spoken off again, but once in a while ace would move closer to you at night.

luffy… he was a handful to say the least. if he wasn’t running after ace, he was trailing you like a duckling. he was cute, you would give him that, with his big smiles and hat that was too big for his head. when you asked about the hat he went on a whole tangent about a pirate named shanks. he had spoken so fast you had a hard time understanding what he was saying, but you got the gist of it. 

when he was finished talking about shanks, he had proudly proclaimed he was going to be king of the pirates. in the corner of your eye you noticed ace tense up. you smiled to luffy, ruffling his hair

“good luck then, future pirate king,”

luffy beamed, mimicking the sun and the light it casted everyday. 

FOR YOU. portgas d. ace x gn!reader, 1.5k, modern au.

“i’m so tired,” you muttered, trailing behind ace through the bus, holding your hand in his.

“i told you you shouldn’t have stayed up so late,” your boyfriend snickered, glancing back at you just as you yawned. he cooed internally – you were so cute.

“yeah, yeah, stop being mean,”

ace stopped by two empty seats and waited for you to sit on the window seat, “how am i mean?”

you didn’t respond, only pouted as he sat down next to you and intertwined your fingers once again. even though you had been dating for almost a year, your heart fluttered at the feeling of his hands in yours. 

ace smiled when you yawned again. a blush erupted on his face when you rested your head on his shoulder and sighed in content. ace smiled and placed a soft kiss on the top of your head. a smile broke out on your face and you turned to hide your face from him. his heart beat went faster. you really were too cute. he rested his head on top of yours, allowing himself to relax into the seat. 

you rested like that for a while, until the bus drove past a music store and ace remembered the gift he had prepared for you. he let out a small gasp and raised his head from yours to search through his bag. 

“what’re you doing?” you asked, moving your head from his shoulder. watching as he fumbled through the bag, only to fish out his ancient looking earpods. 

“hold these, please,” he handed them to you – or rather, threw them in your direction and they landed on your lap. he went back into the bag.

“what’re you looking for?” 

“my phone,” ace grunted, as his hand got stuck between two thick books. 

“didn’t you put it in the tiny room,”

“did it?” he opened the tiny room and saw his phone. taking it out of the room, he leaned back into the seat, “you’re a lifesaver,” plugging the earpods into his phone, handing you one of them, “take it,”

you stared at it, “ace, i love you, but if i put that in my ear i’ll get an infection,”

“you will not,” he whined, “i cleaned it yesterday,”

“did you though…?” you teased, taking the one earpod from him when he started pouting, “if i get an ear infection it’s on you,”

“stop being mean to me,” he whined.

“how am i being mean?” you quoted, earning a weak punch on the thigh.

scrapping the conversation, ace focused on his phone, opening the music app. you watched as he went directly to his newest playlist. “for my love” it was called, and from what you saw it was three hours of love songs. 

“ace-”

your boyfriend cut you off, “please just listen,” his voice was shaky. the first song began and you closed your eyes, resting your head on his shoulder again. focusing on nothing other that the lyrics. 

you were torn between feeling like you were going to explode and being the most peaceful you’ve ever been. your beloved ace making a playlist for you was too much for you to handle. your fingers found him, intertwining them once again. relishing in him. he was so lovely. so utterly lovely to you.

“angel,” ace gently called out, “our stop is next,” he kissed your head and watched as your eyes fluttered open. his heart was beating loudly in his chest even as he guided you through the bus and onto the street, the music still playing. 

the walk was silent as well but ace wished you would say something. he had been nervous since he made the playlist – worried you would hate it. he kept his hand in yours, walking close to you. 

when you stood in front of the building you called your home, you walked from ace’s side to stand in front of him. you pulled the earpod out of your ear and gave it to him, butterflies flying around in your stomach.

ace chuckled nervously, shifting his weight from foot to foot, “what did you think?” his eyes went over face, taking in the soft curl of your lips and joyful glint in your eyes. he felt shy just looking at you. 

“i-” you breathed out softly, looking into his eyes, “i really like it, it’s-” you were close to tears, feeling overwhelmed, “that you, ace, i really appreciate it,”

seeing your eyes get watery, ace was quick to messily stuff the earpods into his pocket and cut your cheeks. he wiped away the few tears that left your eyes. his thumbs softly going over your cheeks, caressing them. he could see how much it meant to you, despite how little you said, “anytime, my love,”

the urge to delete this blog….

i probably won’t but still the urge

CHASING THE MOONRISE. one piece x f!reader, 3.3.k

this issss…… i don't know. i did the timeline from memory so it might be wrong lmao i hope (PRAY!!!!) it’s readable *smiley face*

MARINEFORD SPOILERS BUT DIFFERENT

you didn’t know a life outside of mt. colubo and the mountain bandits. your first memory was throwing rice at dogra – you faintly remembered dadan shouting afterwards, something about having to clean up again. 

you didn’t remember meeting ace either, he had also been there practically since birth. garp had told you about the first time you and ace met though, about how ace had thrown dirt in your face and you had hit him and started crying, not stopping until all the dirt had been washed off you. that story always made garp laugh until he cried – apparently children fighting and crying was hilarious to him. 

garp had also been a constant in your life. you never questioned where he came from or how he knew you. he told you to call him grandpa and you did. 

you liked your life. it was relatively peaceful, apart from when ace dragged you with him to gray terminal, and big events were rare. ace had introduced you to sabo one day. sabo had asked if you were related, both you and ace shrugged. neither of you had asked and you doubted dadan knew. when you asked garp the next time you saw him, he said no, but that your fathers knew each other well. that made ace scowl.

at some point while growing up, ace had gotten to know who his father was. at first he didn’t think anything of it, but after asking different random people how they would feel if the pirate king had a child and only getting negative responses, resentment began building up inside him. you hadn’t known what to say to him – you didn’t hate your father, you couldn't relate to what he was going through. it was strange. that was the first time ace had experienced something you hadn’t. you wrapped your arms around him one night when you heard quiet, muffled sniffles, spooning him. neither of you said anything, but after a while the sniffling stopped. that night wasn’t spoken off again, but once in a while ace would move closer to you at night.

luffy… he was a handful to say the least. if he wasn’t running after ace, he was trailing you like a duckling. he was cute, you would give him that, with his big smiles and hat that was too big for his head. when you asked about the hat he went on a whole tangent about a pirate named shanks. he had spoken so fast you had a hard time understanding what he was saying, but you got the gist of it. 

when he was finished talking about shanks, he had proudly proclaimed he was going to be king of the pirates. in the corner of your eye you noticed ace tense up. you smiled to luffy, ruffling his hair

“good luck then, future pirate king,”

luffy beamed, mimicking the sun and the light it casted everyday. 

CHASING THE MOONRISE. one piece x f!reader, 3.3.k

this issss…… i don't know. i did the timeline from memory so it might be wrong lmao i hope (PRAY!!!!) it’s readable *smiley face*

MARINEFORD SPOILERS BUT DIFFERENT

you didn’t know a life outside of mt. colubo and the mountain bandits. your first memory was throwing rice at dogra – you faintly remembered dadan shouting afterwards, something about having to clean up again. 

you didn’t remember meeting ace either, he had also been there practically since birth. garp had told you about the first time you and ace met though, about how ace had thrown dirt in your face and you had hit him and started crying, not stopping until all the dirt had been washed off you. that story always made garp laugh until he cried – apparently children fighting and crying was hilarious to him. 

garp had also been a constant in your life. you never questioned where he came from or how he knew you. he told you to call him grandpa and you did. 

you liked your life. it was relatively peaceful, apart from when ace dragged you with him to gray terminal, and big events were rare. ace had introduced you to sabo one day. sabo had asked if you were related, both you and ace shrugged. neither of you had asked and you doubted dadan knew. when you asked garp the next time you saw him, he said no, but that your fathers knew each other well. that made ace scowl.

at some point while growing up, ace had gotten to know who his father was. at first he didn’t think anything of it, but after asking different random people how they would feel if the pirate king had a child and only getting negative responses, resentment began building up inside him. you hadn’t known what to say to him – you didn’t hate your father, you couldn't relate to what he was going through. it was strange. that was the first time ace had experienced something you hadn’t. you wrapped your arms around him one night when you heard quiet, muffled sniffles, spooning him. neither of you said anything, but after a while the sniffling stopped. that night wasn’t spoken off again, but once in a while ace would move closer to you at night.

luffy… he was a handful to say the least. if he wasn’t running after ace, he was trailing you like a duckling. he was cute, you would give him that, with his big smiles and hat that was too big for his head. when you asked about the hat he went on a whole tangent about a pirate named shanks. he had spoken so fast you had a hard time understanding what he was saying, but you got the gist of it. 

when he was finished talking about shanks, he had proudly proclaimed he was going to be king of the pirates. in the corner of your eye you noticed ace tense up. you smiled to luffy, ruffling his hair

“good luck then, future pirate king,”

luffy beamed, mimicking the sun and the light it casted everyday. 

FIGUREHEAD WOMAN. whitebeard pirates x f!reader, 0.5k

“are there any women aboard?” ace asked, pushing the vegetables off his plate and onto izos.

“stop that,” izo scolded, pushing them back to ace, “you need some vegetable in you,”

marco hummed, “not other than the nurses, no. why do you ask?”

“i just saw somebody last night — on the figure head, i think it was a woman,” ace stuffed his mouth with meat, “she was pretty,” his words were muffled. preoccupied with food, ace didn’t notice the way those around him looked at him with pure amusement.

“is that so?” thatch sat down beside marco with a plate of his own.

ace nodded, “real pretty actually. she had this white jacket thingy on,” 

the men at the table froze at those words. izo cleared his throat when nobody else spoke, ”… a haori?” 

ace nodded, “yeah one of those! and it had these pretty black details on,” he shoved a fruit into his mouth, “she gave me a big smile! and then she disappeared,” he paused, “A GHOST!? DID I SEE A GHOST?!” 

had the others not been as dumbfounded as they were, they would’ve all laughed at ace’s outburst and fearful face. 

“(name)...” thatch whispered, disbelief all over his face. there was no way. marco, izo, and thatch made eye contact, all of them in shock. there was no way ace knew who you were. you died long before he even set off to sea, there was only one picture of you on the ship and it was in a corner of whitebeard’s room, and because there were a lot of painful memories tied to you, no one really talked about you anymore.

there was simply no way ace knew about you and least of all your favorite piece of clothing. the white haori had been your trademark for the marines and other pirates. “it was a gift,” you had smiled, holding the fabric close to your chest, “i promised to keep it safe,”

ace swallowed the food in his mouth, “why’re you guys so quiet?”

marco blinked a few tears away.

“was it actually a ghost?”

“it was (name),” izo said. if ace was going to be a member of the whitebeard pirates he should know about you, “she was the second division commander,”

“where is she now? you said there weren’t any women aboard,” 

“she’s dead.” 

ace’s mouth fell open. despite his curiosity, he decided not to keep asking, the quiver in izo’s voice told him it was a sensitive subject. silence filled the air, the three veteran pirates taking deep breaths to calm themselves.

thatch stood up, “she died a long time ago, ace, don’t worry about it,” he left quickly, izo following shortly after without saying anything. ace looked at marco.

marco sighed, “don’t mind them. (name)’s somewhat of a sensitive subject,”

“why?”

“... you said you saw her on the figurehead,” 

ace nodded.

huffing out a smile, marco’s eyes went to a dent in the table, “the figurehead was her favorite spot on the ship. she was there a few hours everyday, usually during sunrise and early morning,”

“why do you think i saw her?” the freckled asked after a while.

marco shrugged, smiling softly, “maybe she wanted to see the new second division commander,” he stood up, tapping the table twice, “remember to put your plate in the kitchen,”

GHOSTLY LOVE. bang chan x f!ghost!reader, 0.7k

chan pushed the door to the astronomy tower open and shut it behind him. inhaling and exhaling deeply. he was tired both mentally and physically and was in need of a breather., and the astronomy tower seemed like the perfect place to do so.

he paused on the spot when the sound of footsteps gliding across the stone floor, “shit,” he whispered under his breath, moving quickly to press himself against the wall. his eyes shut for a moment, praying it wasn’t a professor or the janitor; he would be in serious trouble if it was, being out of bed after curfew was severely punishable. peeking around the corner, he saw a blue-ish colored figure moving - dancing - around calmly. a ghost. he sighed in relief.

seeing ghosts around the school was nothing unusual. they could be seen anywhere, sometimes even in the bathrooms and the sleeping quarters. it was just something you got used to - seeing ghosts. thinking about it, chan had never seen or even heard about a ghost in the astronomy tower. his eyebrows furrowed together and he sent a silent prayer that you wouldn’t rat him out about being out of bed after curfew, before stepping out from behind the wall.

for a moment he remained silent, simply watching you twirl around while humming a song chan knew he had heard before. you were a beautiful sight, uniform skirt swirling around you almost hypnotizing him. he didn’t even notice you stopped twirling and looked right at him.

“hello,”

chan sputered, heat rising to his cheeks, “hi,” he settled on, taking another step away from the wall and closer to you.

you smiled to him, “are you a student here?”

“yeah, yeah. are you?” his breath hitched, “i mean- were you? sorry,”

luckily for chan, you found humor in his mistake and flustered state. you giggled, “i was, yes,”

“cool,”

‘cool’... could he sound more stupid? chan felt like slamming his head into the wall. he groaned, “that’s not- i didn’t mean it like…” he sighed.

this time you laughed, “it’s fine, i promise,”

after a moment of silence, chan found the courage to speak again, “are you here often? i’ve never heard about a ghost up here,”

you hummed, rising from the ground, “i’m mostly here during the night or when there are no classes. i’ve never been big on people,”

“yeah, same,” what a lie; he was friends with nearly everyone in the school and was the very definition of extroverted.

you laughed again, “i don’t show myself often but that doesn't mean i’m not here. i know who you are, bang chan,”

chan coughed awkwardly, wanting to change the subject badly, “what’s with the flower crown?” he vaguely pointed to the top of your head where a pretty flower crown was placed. you raised a hand to touch it, subconsciously smiling, “i’m not sure, i don’t remember,”

chan took note of how your voice softened.

“i think someone i loved gave it to me,” your eyes returned to the male in front of you, going over his face. you tilted your head, “you know, you kinda look like him,”

“i-i do?”

“yeah,” your eyes softened, taking the flower crown from your head and holding it between your fingers. you barely remembered getting it, only faint flash memories of a boy your age putting it on your head with a loving smile, “but i barely remember,”

chan couldn't help the pounding of his heart. you sounded so lovely, lovely and lonely. there was a longing in your voice, the same type of longing you could find in all ghosts voices.

“you said you got it from someone who loved you,”

you looked away from the flower crown and to him. the memory of the boy smiling at you coming back. you nodded.

“did you love him, too?”

placing it on your head again, another memory - a new memory - came to you. one of you smiling at the boy and kissing his cheek after pulling him into a hug. a warm feeling spread in your chest. looking into chan’s eyes, you nodded, “yeah,, i think i did,”