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alexa-fika · 20 days

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hi! Do you mind writing something with a 3y/o child reader and the white beard pirates? Like specifically everyone is celebrating something, and then child reader slips and gets hurt and starts sobbing really loud and all the pirates are panicking?

Parties and Falls (Whitebeard pirates x male!reader)

A/N here we go! And along with this being a request I also wanted to dedicate it to @henrioo since I saw you were feeling down because of the lack of male readers out there and I wanted to cheer you up, this is not one of my best works but im hoping I can make more pieces so that you and all the male readers out there can enjoy and feel included!

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which means reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

With a Yonko as a captain and one such as infamous as Whitebeard, one who was able to fight on equal ground with the Pirate King Himself, people usually thought of the Whitebeard pirates as a fearsome foe, and although it was true that you would not want them as foe, behind all that lied a close knitted family who all enyoyed one thing, partirs

With a whole bunch of pirates who could drink whole barrels of alcohol, they are the kind of crew that would throw whole week-long parties with everyone involved, and that was the case right now

Dokucha was not the exception. He always had a grand time when all his brothers were brought together on such a happy occasion

He wiggled his way around his brothers to reach the bar where Ace was currently sitting, struggling slightly to climb the top of the stool.

“Ace-nii, can I drink some of that too?” The boy asked, pointing to one of the pints the flame user was currently downing

“Sorry, lighting bug, you can’t have this.”

He pouts, leaning his head on the counter

“But everyone is having it!”

He chuckles

“Sorry, Dokucha, tell you what, how about you ask Thatch to prepare you something? I'm sure he can whip up something delicious for you.”

The boy lights up at that

“Really?!” He beams, the grin on his face quickly returning

“Yes, really, and make sure to thank him. He should be on the kitchen.”

“Okay!” He exclaimed, excited at the promise of a beverage; however, it was in his excitement that he forgot he was on top of a stool; losing his balance, he fell to the ground, the sound of the chair hitting the wood below being drowned by the cries of the child, the crew quickly sobering up at the sound

The entire crew looked down at the small child who was now crying on the ground; some were already rushing to get to him

Izou was the first to reach the small boy, picking him up and giving him a hug, trying to calm him down

He wraps his hands around his brother, their cries still ringing around the Moby Dick

“H-Hey Dokucha, hey, hey, don’t cry, lighting bug, it’s okay. We’re going to take care of you,” Ace reassures him, gently patting the head of the boy

“It hurts!” He cries

“Where does it hurt?” Ace asks as Marco makes his way over to the two

Thatch follows behind, rushing over

He simply points to his hands, small scratches littering them from their fall to the floor

Marco sighs, igniting his flames and holding Dokucha’s hands, healing all the small scratches. However, this did not lessen the cries of the small boy as tears rolled down his cheeks, hiccups escaping him.

“Buttercup, you’re okay. Look, see, your hands are all better now,” Vista says, joining his brothers in trying to calm down their youngest frowning when he shook his head and dug his head deeper into Izou’s shoulder as he continued crying and screaming

Whitebeard, who so far had been watching the whole ordeal play out, stepped in, gesturing at Izou to hand him over, who obliged

Whitebeard smiled gently at the crying boy in his hand

“There, There was that scary?”

He nods

“Y-yeah, and it hurt.”

“Well, you are alright now; look at you; there isn’t a scratch on you now.”

He cries, looking at his hands, and just as he had told him, there were no marks on his hands

“Breath in and out for me, yes, just like that, see you are okay.”

He sniffles, rubbing his eyes dry

“It was really scary.”

“It was scary, huh?” he says with a soft smile

“You feel better now?”

He nods smiling

“Thank you, PaPaw”

Again it’s not my best works but I really hope you enyoyed and @henrioo I really hope this was able to cheer you up a little, and I will try to write more male!reader from now on!

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@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

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darkdarkstucky · 1 year

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Enchanted, S. Rogers and C. Kent.

SUMMARY: In a world where Omega's were scant and decent alpha's even more so, you think you're one in a million to be in a relationship with Alpha's who not only take care of your every whims and need, but also love and respect you unconditionally. However, your marital bliss of two years is interrupted by the concept of ‘true mates’.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader x Clark kent.

Warnings: Cursing, Angst.

CHAPTER THREE

“Wake up, buttercup!” Natasha cheerily exclaims, clapping her hands together after successfully pulling back the curtains to let the sunshine in your desolate quarters. You groaned sleepily turning your head towards the other direction, until she peeled the covers back from you.

“Uh-uh, we are not letting you sleep in the bed for days on end again.” the red head tuts, pulling your limp arm and ushering you towards a seating position. “Today, we're going out and walking on sunshine vampy.”

“No. Let me wallow in doubt and sadness.” you whine, eyes shut. You were still in dreamland, nestled in the covers with the ac on full blast— and you could literally spend days in the bed it feels like. You were always so sleepy and tired.

Part of you blamed it on over-thinking. Your brain must have been fueling up for all of your racing thoughts. Or it was only during sleep that you weren't thinking anything.

“Can't. The sun is up and the day is to be conquered. Where's your fucking spirit?”

“Oh wait! I remember where i left it, let me check.” you wiggled, making her hold loosen before you dived back into the sheets.

Comfy. So so nice.. you rub your face in Clark's pillow, sighing out in bliss. Just as you were about to doze off again..

“Nat!” you bellow, feeling yourself get lifted off the bed and towards the en suite.

“We're going out and fucking things up dollface! No excuses!”

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“I feel like richard gere and you're my bitch- well, technically not one, but you get my point.” Nat nonchalantly puts down the menu, staring at you from across the table.

There was an astounding array of shopping bags placed neatly along the floor, both of you going haywire on different shops and swiping daddy's plastics, and only when you calmed down did you realize how much clothes you bought.

You'd feel bad, yet both Steve and Clark had gaslighted you early on that it isn't real money princess. So you went on your merry way each time and thought as if you were only playing pretend.

“Why can't i be a bitch?” you mutter, inbetween bites of garlic bread, basically inhaling the small tray of decadent pastry. It was crunchy, and soft on the inside with hints of melted cheese. Ohmy, you wanted to gobble it up.

Nat looked at you as if you were stupid. “Because.. you're rainbows, and butterflies and shiny shimmering glitter.”

You made a face, “You're saying i'm made of nice things? Aww, naty.”

“Yes, and if i put you in my mouth, you'll melt like a cotton candy.” she flippantly voices, which made both of you stare at eachother— silent and intent gazes, before bursting into laughter. Giggling at the unknown double entrede.

“Hello, madamme.” Your head snaps towards a slightly familiar older man decked in a pristine suit, an easy yet flattering grin on his face. “How are you finding your lunch? Has anyone taken your order yet?”

“Oh, hey ben. It's pleasant, as it always is. We've actually just placed our orders,” You smile in response.

“Oh that's great! and you're here with Mrs. Barnes, i see.” He politely nods to the red head. “Will you be joining Mr. Kent at the second floor? He's got an entourage, but i doubt it's concerning business. It appears to be more casual.”

“Is that so? I mean, Clark did say something about a lunch. Who's he with?” Your mouth moves faster than you could think.

In reality, the only thing you've recieved from both of them were casual goodmornings and update as to where they were. Steve was in France, Clark said he was in Russia. Atleast, that was what they told you.

“The usual, madamme. A couple of security details, and a new secretary. She seems to be new, atleast from who Mr. Kent usually keeps in his payroll.” The host narrates, thinking nothing of it. Everyone was already well aware of how much you meant to your husbands— to the point where nobody would bat an eye if they were seen out with another woman. Nobody could possibly believe they would replace you.

And you hated to jump into conclusions, but why would he need to lie?

Your heart wanted to lurch out of your chest. Nat's clearing of her throat made you snap out of your spiral; and you schooled your features back into a cheery expression once again.

“Well, if Mr. Kent wouldn't mind our presence.”

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“.. I was actually a scholar of Kent foundation. Can you believe it? Our fates, so intertwined. It was really as if we were meant to be.” Lois gushes, leaning over in her chair, looking at him as if she were about to jump his bones.

Frankly, it made him quite uncomfortable. Nothing about this - if you could even call it a date, it was more like a formal gathering or a meet of sorts that he was inclined to arrange- felt natural, nor right.

Clark wanted to rely on his base instincts for direction but he couldn't grope for a shred of connection. Not even a silver of fondness, which is strange, considering thag they were supposed to be compatible— the person oppsite of him bore the genetic compatibility, as per several tests.

Though, what she said piqued his interest. “Which part of town would you say?”

“Upper east side,” Lois responds. Clark shifted in his seat, a smile making it's way to his features which held a considerable sway in her judgement. He asks a few more questions in that honeyed voice of his, to which she absently replied at.

“Huh, would you look at that.” He leans back in his seat, gears in his head turning but he maintained an easy smile on his face, mirth dancing in the darkened blue of his eyes.

“How about i permanently move your residence in, say, one of my towers?” Lois' breath hitched at the proposal.

“I-i mean, sure if that's what you want.” she gathered herself for a while, before remembering to act bashful and blinking up at him rapidly, smiling coyly. “I'm yours afterall. Your mate.”

You can hear the jeers and the laughter, staying through the conversation, until you found yourself feeling literal pangs of hurt in your chest. Fuck. What does all of this mean?

“Let me kill this son of a whore,” Nat was about to angrily storm inside, but you managed to stop her, putting an arm out.

“Don't even bother.” you murmur, finding it hard to find your own voice. At that point, you felt almost numb— as if your brain was shutting down from what you've heard, finding it difficult to process at all.

You woke up with the hope of your marriage still intact. Thinking, rather stupidly, that this was just a rather difficult hurdle in your marriage. Thinking that perhaps, this was all just a big misunderstanding like what you were repeatedly assured of.

But this was beyond even your wildest dreams. Nothing made sense. It was as if your world was crashing down on you all at once. True mates? It mocks you repeatedly.

Steve and Clark told you that you were the one. You believed them, because why would they lie to you? They had no reason to!

To get in your pants, silly. The rational, or was it pessimistic part of you said.

You blinked away the tears, turning around, and indulging in the manical urge that clouded all your rationality— run.

So you fled.

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tnt-tourney · 9 months

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welcome one and all to the 2023 t+t tournament!! despite the long wait for the final bracket, the day has finally arrived. due to the size of the text, the list of contestants will be under the cut. due to how many contestants there are, i wont be able to tag everything, but i will tag as much as i can.

now, since it's been a while, a quick rehashing of the relevant rules!

1. be polite to others participating in the vote

2. do not Rig the vote -- propaganda is more than welcome and the askbox is always open for it! i just dont have the energy to deal with botting

3. dont be rude if the contestants youre rooting for are voted out!! sometimes thats just the way things go. theres always next time!

4. have fun !

the polls will start rolling out sometime next week. thank you!!

left:

Hexsquad (The Owl House) VS. Vault Hunters (Borderlands 1+2)

The Bad Kids (D20: Fantasy High) VS. FloweringPassionFruit (Ride the Cyclone)

Barbie + Ken (Barbie) VS. Dwarves (Deep Rock Galactic)

Mabel Pines + Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls) VS. The Fantastic 4 (Marvel)

Klaus Hargreeves + Viktor Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy) VS. Spiderband (Spider-Man: Into/Across the Spiderverse)

Lup + Barry Bluejeans (The Adventure Zone) VS. Cleo de Nile + Deuce Gorgon (Monster High)

Spideypool (Marvel) VS. Gomez Addams + Morticia Addams (The Addams Family)

Team Rocket (Pokémon) VS. Rashmi Jamil + Amelie Macon + Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)

Link + Zelda (The Legend of Zelda) VS. Peter Parker + Harry Osborn (Marvel)

Huey Duck + B.O.Y.D. (Ducktales 2017) VS. Golf Ball + Tennis Ball (Battle for Dream Island)

Lewis + Vivi + Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animate) VS. Horokeu Usui + Pirica Usui (Shaman King)

Paulkins (Hatchetfield) VS. Magnus Chase + Alex Fierro (Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard)

Bill Preston + Ted Logan (Bill and Ted) VS. Leonard Church + Agent Texas (Red vs. Blue)

Ariel + Prince Eric (The Little Mermaid) VS. Polypirates (JRWI: Riptide)

Cody Goodwin + May Goodwin (It Takes Two) VS. Frank-N-Furter + Magenta + Columbia + Riff Raff (The Rocky Horror Show)

SpaceDolls (Ride the Cyclone) VS. Kim Possible + Ron Stoppable (Kim Possible)

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right:

The Guardians of the Galaxy (Marvel) VS. Julian Bashir + Miles O'Brien + Jadzia Dax (Star Trek: Deep Space 9)

The Murder Crew (Clue) VS. The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Vash the Stampede + Nicolas D. Wolfwood + Meryl Stryfe + Milly Thompson (Trigun) VS. Team Chaotix (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Steve + Alex (Minecraft) VS. Gyro Gearloose + Lil Bulb (Ducktales 2017)

Phantom Thieves (Persona 5) VS. Wright Anything Agency + Apollo Justice + Klavier Gavin (Ace Attorney)

Westley + Buttercup (The Princess Bride) VS. Shin + Noi (Dorohedoro)

Kermit + Miss Piggy (The Muppets) VS. The Mechanisms

Jeremy Heere + Michael Mell + Christine Canigula (Be More Chill) VS. The Solve It Squad (The Solve It Squad Returns)

Harleyberts + Crockenglishes (Homestuck) VS. Sonic & co. (Sonic the Hedgehog)

Mulder + Scully (The X-Files) VS. Steph Lauter + Pete Spankoffski (Hatchetfield)

Main Cast (Omori) VS. Ben Tennyson + Gwen Tennyson + Kevin Levin (Ben 10)

Ashe Ubert + Claude Von Riegan + Sylvain Jose Gautier (Fire Emblem: Three Houses) VS. Birdetta + Yoshi (Mario)

Prime Defenders (JRWI: Prime Defenders) VS. Strilondes (Homestuck)

The Mystery Gang (Scooby Doo) VS. Billie Logan + Thea Preston (Bill and Ted)

Splatoon Idols VS. Lexthan (Hatchetfield)

Sex Bob-omb + Ramona Flowers (Scott Pilgrim vs. the World) VS. Jonathan Sims + Martin K. Blackwood (The Magnus Archives)

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cautuscoralcoast · 3 months

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Pluton — 8 You, Me, the Stars, and Pluton

Portgas D. Ace x reader

Synopsis - In which the two of you meet each other again.

Tw. Spoilers for marineford/impel down, major character death, mention of suicide, themes of reincarnation, this is more Ace centered.

It was as if his life flashed before his eyes.

You were gone when he woke up.

The coat you kept folded in your bag was gone.

Ace was alone.

He desperately searched everywhere, trying to find you. Panic and anxiety filled his core as the minutes passed by, and he still couldn't find you.

What if something happened to you? What if you were taken by slave traders? Captured by Marines? Anything could have happened. He shouldn't have slept last night. He should've stayed close by your side, making sure you were safe.

When he searched the port, he saw something in the distance; floating in the water, he caught a glimpse of color, the color same as your coat.

He furrowed his brows as his breath hitched when he saw it. He got his ship and sailed out. His mind went blank as he got closer and closer.

For the first time in years, he wanted to die.

Drifting all alone in the sea was your coat all torn up; and you were nowhere in sight.

It was an agonizing feeling. You were in his grasp, keeping you safe and warm, and then, suddenly, you were gone.

Ace wanted to drown.

He wanted to jump into he water to find you. He wanted to storm Saboady, trying to find the one who did this.

At the same time, he thought, "What if you left to get away from him?"

He held the torn coat to his face as he cried.

Ace wanted to suffocate.

He knew your heart. He may not have known you for long, but he knew your heart well. He knew what made you angry; what made you lift the corner of your lips; what makes you jump in worry; what makes you happy as well as what makes you cry — and he knew you would never leave to hurt him.

He hated that he even thought of it.

When Ace returned back to the archipelago, he felt drained. He held the coat tight, refusing to allow it to slip from his grasp.

He thought back to the day before. "Marines": You mentioned being followed by Marines, and he promised that he wouldn't let them hurt you.

He promised.

And he couldn't fulfill that promise.

He didn't even know if you died at the hands of the marine after you or if you were captured. He didn't even know where he would look at Saboady Archipelago if you were even alive. He just didn't know what to do.

Ace didn't want to lose you, too, but he knew it was already too late.

And he knew it for sure when he aimlessly wandered deep into the untamed parts of the archipelago. There, out of nowhere, were thousands and thousands of buttercups. They shouldn't be able to grow here: Not on bubbles, nor on trees, not hidden away from the sun.

He didn't need to see a corpse. He didn't need to see your head in a crown, nor did he need to see your blood to know.

He just did.

Ace felt a sense of devastation when he walked through the yellow field. He knew the likely reason for your death — marines. He knew you should feel anger towards whoever did this, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. It was far too painful to even hate anything.

Ace wanted to die.

He wanted to die when he realized the pain his fathers existence caused everyone. He wanted to die when the world was against him. He wanted to die when his beloved brother perished in flames. He wanted to die when he put his crew in danger. He wanted to die so many times in his life, and Ace wants to die now as well.

But, he also cried a lot.

He cried when his brothers accepted him. He wanted to cry when Luffy said he wanted him alive. He cried when he accepted Whitebeard as his father. He cried when Tate scolded him harshly for hurting himself. He cried when he saw you do so.

And he also laughed a lot.

He laughed with his brothers doing the most childish things. He laughed when he and Luffy messed with Dadan's hair. He laughed and smiled as he said goodbye as he began his adventure. He laughed with Deuce when they left that island. He laughed when he made the spade pirates official. He laughed when they celebrated when he became one of Whitebeard's sons. He laughed whenever they would have parties. He laughed with his family, with his friends and enemies.

Ace couldn't help but chuckle when you got mad at him for calling Pluton "some ship." He couldn't help but grin whenever he saw you confused at the random nicknames he'd call you. He laughed so hard when he woke up after falling asleep in the middle of a conversation with you. He felt at ease and safe when watching the stars on the deck of the ship. And he felt the happiest when you finally accepted his hugs.

He looked at the torn coat.

"Ace?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you... love someone?"

"Love as in 'will you be mine' or as 'I love you like a brother?' "

"Any type of love."

"Well.... I can for sure say that I love my younger brother, definitely pops, and the rest of the crew, but I can't say I really loved 'loved' anyone."

" 'loved anyone' ? But you said that you love your brother and the others? Didn't you?"

"I love them all that I'll die for them if I have to — but I never met anyone who I can really connect to; like to love so much that can't bear being apart from, ya' know?"

He really couldn't bear being away from you.

Ace never fell in love before. Not in the romantic sense, nor has he ever even considered the prospect of commitment. When he first met you, he never once thought he'd ever end up loving you to the brink of insanity — cause that's how it felt, absolute insanity.

And now that you were gone, it was painful. Just as when he lost Sabo, he doesn't know how he'll live with this pain.

Ace dropped down to his knees and grasped at the buttercups. The sun illuminated through the dense foliage, and the buttercups shined as if stars. He laid down on his back, holding the coat close to his chest. Looking up through the glare of the sun, he saw the clear blue sky.

He closed his eyes.

He just wanted to see Luffy again.

He just wanted to sleep for a very long time.

He didn't want to wake up.

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"Why Buttercup?"

"Cause you're short and cute like one."

"And why Shooting Star?"

"....what do we do half the time?"

"Watch stars?"

"Aren't you smart!"

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He had a dream where the two of you were friends.

When Ace returned back to the Moby Dick it was already night out. Tate was outside smoking when she saw Ace in the distance. Excitedly, she ran to the kitchen to get Thatch; she knew he would be happy to see you both. It's not like anyone else was awake.

"Aye! Thatch! The kids are here!"

"Tate! I'm cook—" he couldn't even finish his sentence as Tate pulled him outside.

As the two watched the ship sail closer and closer, they realized something. Ace was alone. Tate looked around the ship. Trying to find your figure sleeping on the floor of the ship or at the edge, but she didn't see you.

Both she and Thatch looked at each other without muttering a word. When Ace finally reached the ship, Thatch helped him pull the ship up.

"Where's the girl? Did she find her ship—"

"Tate," Thatch firmly placed a hand on her shoulders, "he's not fine."

Tate stopped talking when she saw Ace tearing up.

"Ace? Are you alright?"

She ran up to him just as she saw the coat in his hand. Torn and bloodied, the same coat that belonged to her assistant whom she saw as a younger sibling — it was yours.

"Come here—" Tate pulled Ace into her arms as he cried. "—I got you, I got you."

Thatch walked over and hugged Ace as well. "It'll be just fine — just breathe, alright?"

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"Ace?"

"Just hold my hand and breathe, okay?"

"What is this supposed to do?"

"Just do it!"

"Alright!"

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Ace wanted to die.

That was a fact he knew was true.

He hated himself.

It took him weeks after your death for him to cope with the fact that you were truly gone: That you weren't ever coming back.

He wasn't sure if he could ever handle another heartbreak after Sabo's death, and yet here he is — alive.

Ace was Alive.

Tate made sure to visit him often when not tending to Whitebeard. She would make sure he took care of himself. She often told him stories about you: Stories he never heard about. How you often fought with Mili with how the latter often complimented him in rather "flavorful" words to fluster you — or when Thatch would try to teach you to cook.

"Eye it, he said! Just a handful! I have smaller hands! How was I supposed to know he meant 1 and 1/7 of a cup?! He doesn't even measure things Mrs. Tate!"

The way Tate told him these stories made him briefly forget that you were gone. She spoke in a way as if these things happened yesterday and weeks ago.

It was nice.

"You know Ace, these last four months, whenever anyone would talk about you, she would always have this smile on her face. And the number of times I'd be working late and hear two little voices on deck is just wow!"

"Ace, you make her smile a whole lot."

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"Hey, buttercup?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you enjoy going out with me?"

"If I didn't, I wouldn't have left half of my belongings in your room."

"What about my brothers? They don't bother you too much now, do they?"

"If they bothered me, I wouldn't spend the weekends cleaning the house."

"....fair point."

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It wasn't easy trying to move on.

Ace had spent nearly all his free time with you around or watching you work with Tate. He already adjusted with having you in his life. He woke up with the expectation of seeing you in the mornings. He went out at night with the expectation of watching the stars with you.

The recent nights without you were especially difficult. It's been so long since you two watched the stars and moon illuminate the dark sea. It hurt the most when he would get up and go out to find no one on deck — just him and the stars.

Ace had never thought he would feel this loneliness again.

Before he met Sabo, he was alone. There was no place for him to call home, no one to call family.

For the longest time it was just him, Sabo, and Dadan. Then came Luffy, and it was the four of them: Three brothers and their mother figure.

His beloved brothers loved him despite his heritage, and Dadan cared for him to the best of her ability. They weren't perfect; none of them were. He was too violent, Sabo was outlandish, Luffy was irrational, and Dadan never expected that she would raise kids at all. They were a family of misfits, and that was what made that family perfect.

Ace was sure they would love you; and he was eighty-seven percent sure you wouldn't pass out from just how loud they all were.

And though he feels lonely now, the buttercups he finds every day around the ship and on land growing under the sunlight make things so much more bearable.

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"Ace?"

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we would have been friends if we had met each other just today?"

"Of course we would."

"What makes you say that?"

"I just have a feeling we would be together even if we wouldn't meet for like another hundred years."

"That's awfully romantic coming from you."

"Hey! It was you who was all philosophical all of a sudden!"

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Ace was alive, and he didn't want to die.

Not when Thatch murdered by someone in his own division.

"I don't feel so good about this, something's off."

"I have to go. It's my responsibility to deal with Teach!"

"Ace—"

Not when he promised Tate that he'll be fine.

"Maybe you should listen to Whitebeard. It's not every day he makes an exception for this."

"Tate, I'll be fine."

Not now that he saw his younger brother after years of being separated. Not after meeting his crew and how well they get along.

"Thank you for taking care of my little brother. Hope he wasn't too difficult to deal with."

"Not at all."

Not while the buttercups still bloom in the most barren deserts of Arabasta.

He once promised you that he'd protect you, and he broke it.

And so, under the witness of the desert stars, Ace makes another promise—

"I promise that I'll see you again one day. So please wait for me even if it takes an eternity."

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"Buttercup?"

"Hmm?"

"I love you a whole lot. Like so much I wanna eat you."

"I love you too."

"Yeah, but how much?"

"Well, let's see....I love you so much, i'm willing to do anything to see you smile—In fact, I dare say I'd even sacrifice the world just to make you happy."

"And she says I'm romantical."

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Ace loves his family, and that includes Luffy.

So imagine what he felt when Blackbeard said he would kill his brother?

And who knew he could nullify devil fruits?

Even as he sat chained up on the sixth floor of Impel, he did not regret fighting Blackbeard. It was his own choices that brought him here. He knew the risks that involved going after Teach without any help could cause. He knew he could very well lose his life, just not like this.

The panic and fear he felt when the pirate empress said his brother was at Impel was heavy.

Of course, that idiot brother of his would try this. He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but he couldn't. It was Impel Down that Luffy was entering. He saw the guards, one wrong move Luffy would perish, and Ace couldn't do a single thing if something were to happen.

He wished for more than anything that Luffy's love for him wasn't strong enough that he was willing to die to save him, but he knew that would never come true — not near, not far, not ever.

"Listen up, Luffy! Promise me we'll live a life without regrets!"

He really wished he listened to his own promise. It's as if his life is filled with nothing but regrets

"Let's set out to sea and live life with more freedom than anyone else!"

As he walked up from the underground prison, he couldn't help but breathe in the air from outside. As the guards said, this would probably be the last time he would see the sun.

Restrained by the sea, he was brought to his demise. Watched by an army of marines and seen by thousands of civilians: He was going to due.

Minutes went by, and they all waited for the arrival of the Whitebeard pirates. It was inevitable arrival — everyone knew that Captain Newgate would risk his life if it meant saving one of his sons.

And just as Ace feared, he arrived, and the summit war began.

He watched in horror as he saw his brother arrive. He watched as his father was killed. He saw his his grandfather do nothing but watch his two grandsons being harmed by the organization he believed in.

Ace never brought harm to the regular citizen. He never wished to hurt nor slaughter the people sworn under the world government. He did nothing but be born.

"HIS FATHER GOL D. ROGER!"

Simply being bound by blood made him a sinner.

May he be damned to hell, but he wished for more than anything to not drag those he loved down with him.

But his father still died.

And that admiral tried to murder his brother right in front of his eyes.

He wasn't going to let anyone else die for him again, let alone his brother.

"Thank you for loving me!"

He wonders how his mother felt before she died. Was she happy to know that her son would live to see the sun rise and set?

He would sometimes watch the stars and wonder how you died and why. Was it for the same reason he died for his brother?

No one ever wanted him — the world wanted him dead. There was no place for him in this world. By being born as the son of the pirate king, he was a threat to the world government. A child with no family of flesh or blood to call his own was a threat to the world government?

He wished he had died long ago.

And yet, as he clung to his idiot younger brother, he wanted nothing but to keep on living.

He wanted to see tomorrow.

He wanted to be happy.

He wanted to know your name.

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There was once a ship that desired to see.

There was once a ship that wanted to hear.

There was once a ship that yearned to sing.

There was once a ship that longed to feel.

There was once a warship named Pluton that wished to be human.

Pluton wanted to be happy.

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You sat on the swing as your mother talked to a friend of hers — a blonde lady with a boy by her side.

You sat there idly as you waited for her to finish talking.

"—go introduce yourself."

You were dozing off as the cicadas sung.

You faintly heard footsteps coming towards you and you were startled awake.

"My name's Ace! What's yours?"

"My name?"

"What else?"

"I—I....My name is –—"

You had a dream; a dream in which the two of you were pirates.

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Thank you for reading!

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I Drove All Night // S.H.

Request: hii can i request a steve harrington x reader with prompt entry ” i miss you. i miss you so much it hurts. ” ? thanks! - @kylasgambit

a/n: I loved this request so much that I immediately wrote it out after my last fic. I hope you like this! The reader is in college whereas Steve is in Hawkins at the video store, I thought it fit better with your request - I hope you don't mind.

warnings: reader is in college, Steve is mopey and missing them, lots of fluff, lots of cute feelings and happiness, some blasphemy.

word count: 1.1k

Title: Roy Orbison - I Drove All Night

“What do you mean you aren’t coming home for Thanksgiving?” Steve all but yells down the phone.

“I mean exactly that,” You answer, the connection poor. “I have too much to do. Three essays due all around the same time as well as studying for my exams. I want to do well, Steve. You know how much this means to me.”

“I know,” He breathes, “I was looking forward to seeing you, that’s all.”

“I was too, babe.”

“You’re coming home for Christmas though, right?” Steve asks, completely aware of how needy he sounds.

His mood brightens at the sound of your laughter coming through the phone. “Yes,” You confirm, “I’ll be back home for Christmas.”

A breath of relief rushes through at your words. “Alright,” Steve concedes. “I have to go, I’m closing today. Talk to you tomorrow – I love you.”

“I love you too,” You answer easily before hanging up, leaving Steve to wallow in his disappointment.

The disappointment hangs over him for the majority of his shift. His mind running through the conversation. Steve knew how dedicated you were to your work; wanting to get the best grades possible, and to maintain them.

He understood that. Your dedication to your education was one of the things he loves most about you, but… he missed you.

He really, really missed you.

It had been three months since he had last seen you in person. Three months since he had heard your laugh, seen your smile, felt you pressed against him in the middle of the night.

Dammit, he just missed you.

Steve continues to mope for the rest of his shift. Not even watching Robin flail and do her best to flirt with Vickie, the clarinet player from band, could improve his mood.

“Has he been like this all day?” Dustin asks five minutes after entering the video rental store.

“Pretty much,” Robin confirms, reaching for her drink.

Dustin frowns, knowing full well what Steve could be like when in one of his moods. He sidles up beside Steve, nudging him with his elbow. “What’s up, buttercup?”

Steve sighs. “(Y/N) rang. They aren’t coming home for Thanksgiving.”

“Ah,” Dustin murmurs, reaching up to pat Steve on the shoulder. “I’m sorry, man. I know how much you were looking forward to seeing them.”

Steve shrugs. “It’s fine. It’s whatever.”

Dustin remains silent, letting Steve get a hold of his emotions. Dustin continues to remain silent as Steve bursts, “I just… I miss (Y/N).”

“Then why are you still here?” Dustin asks, confused.

“What?”

“Go to (Y/N). They can’t come to you, so you go to them.”

“I can’t just go, Dustin. I have a job.”

“I’ll cover for you,” Robin interrupts, joining in with the idea and blossoming in the hope of getting rid of mopey Steve. “Go, Steve.”

He doesn’t hesitate. Steve rushes from the store, patting down his pockets for his car keys. He rids himself of his work waistcoat, throwing it in the back of his car before setting off.

Steve makes two stops before hitting the road for the long drive down to your college dorm. The first to his house where he packs a bag in the hopes that you won’t kick him out. The second to a gas station; filling his car, grabbing snacks and some flowers.

The radio is his only company on the long drive south to your college. Steve switches between stations, singing along to whatever he knows. Abba, Elvis Presley and Roy Orbison all the way to heavier songs by Kiss and AC/DC.

As Steve pulls onto your college campus, the clock above his radio tells him it is just after three in the morning. Pulling up outside of your building, Steve idles in the car, briefly second guessing all of his decisions over the course of the night.

Before he can talk himself out of it, Steve exits his car – flowers in one hand as he flattens his hair with the other. Peering up at what he’s certain is your window, Steve isn’t surprised to see a light on. You were known to pull all-nighters to ensure your work was complete and up to your standard.

He’s at your door before he knows it. You’re lucky enough to have the room to yourself after your prospective roommate dropped out before move-in day and the college never assigned you another.

One knock.

Two knocks.

Three.

The shock is plain on your face when you find Steve waiting on the other side of your door with a bunch of wilting flowers. Your heart leaps into your throat at the sight of him; dishevelled, obviously tired, but just as in love with you as you are with him. Before you can utter a word, Steve interrupts.

“I know I should have called but I was dying to get to you.”

“Steve…”

“Let me finish,” He pleads. “I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.” The words are plain but the emotion behind them is staggering. “I know your workload is crazy; essay after essay, exam after exam, but I couldn’t go one more night without you.”

A moment of silence passes before Steve says, “I’ve finished.”

At those words, you pull Steve into a crushing hug. The cellophane wrapping of the flowers is crushed between your bodies, but neither of you could care as Steve’s arm wraps around your waist so tightly you worry for a minute that it could snap right off. Your arms wind around Steve’s neck, pulling you up to his height.

“I am so happy to see you,” You breathe, tears springing to your eyes at the unexpected rush of joy that runs through your veins at the sight of Steve before you.

“You are?”

“I am,” You whisper, inhaling the musky scent of Steve’s cologne and instantly feeling at ease and at home. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“Oh, thank God,” Steve breathes, pressing his face to your hair and breathing in the familiar scent of your shampoo. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me.”

“No!” You cry, “I always want to see you. It broke my heart to tell you I wasn’t coming home for Thanksgiving.”

“It broke mine a little too,” He confesses. “I was moping at work. Dustin told me to get my shit together so here I am.”

You snort at the mention of Dustin. “Here you are,” You murmur, “And what shall we do now that you are here?”

“Two things,” Steve purrs, smiling down at you. “One, I think you should lead me inside your room. And two, I think I should kiss you senseless.”

“I like the sound of those, Harrington. Shall we?”

All feels right with the universe once again as you lead Steve into your room. Steve can finally breathe easy, he’s driven all night and it’s led him to you.

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