#moots mooting

[fanaticsnail]

Recovery

Masterlist Here

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Synopsis: You are in a recovery cot in a hospital willing to accommodate you, resting as your body heals from your latest battle. Expecting to recover alone, you are pleasantly surprised to find yourself within the company of the person you craved the most

Themes: gn!reader x zoro, gn!reader x sanji, separate drabbles, fluff, domestic fluff, mention of injuries.

Notes: Written for a new friend who’s currently in hospital for several hours who needed something to read. @enterprisearboretum I hope this helps! Speedy recovery!

Tag List: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @gingernut1314 @writingmysanity @cinnbar-bun @vespidphoenix @sexc-snail @feral-artistry @carrotsunshine

Zoro: 

Lying in the recovery bay, you shuffle the thin blankets up your chest to engulf your body with more of its lackluster warmth. No matter how much you cower beneath the blankets, the warmth would simply not rise to where you needed it the most. 

Shaking within the sheets, you remember Chopper suggesting you use your arms to heat your chest as opposed to using your hands to shake warmth into your biceps. Shuddering in each step, your fingertips brush with the bandages as you engulf your upper body in an embrace. 

The door to your bay slides open, revealing the First-Mate of your crew. His body is covered in bandages not so dissimilar than your own. Without making eye contact, he strides over in three long steps and brings himself to your bedside.

“Scooch over,” he utters, placing his three swords against the bedside table, “‘M gettin’ in.” 

“What-?” you begin, eyes widening in shock as he whips the blankets back and gently nudges you over with his large thighs. 

“-You always get cold in recovery,” Zoro spoke over your concern, tugging the thin blanket over your shoulders and his broad chest, “And I always get too hot. Need to feel you close. Cancel each other out, or whatever.” 

Where you expected this burly man to accidentally brush against your wounds, you found careful and slow movements from his fingertips. His hands slowly glide over your waist, his head settling into the single cushion behind you, while tugging gently for you to lie down against the firm mattress. 

“This okay?” he murmured, his eyes still not meeting your own in his own fluster. The heat radiating from his body immediately soothed over your freezing skin, the warmth encumbered you in an embrace of its own. 

You felt your body relax, slowly wincing as you raised your arm to brace against the larger man’s chest. 

“It’s nice,” you utter your confirmation to him, prompting his eyes to flutter open and look down at you, “Thank you, Zoro. You always think of everyone before yourself.”

“Was thinkin’ of myself too,” his smirk rose up to paint his lips with its radiance, “You’re always so bloody cold. 'Gotta cool myself down while I warm you up.”

Laying in each other's arms, you drift into a warm and comfortable slumber: as comfortable as one could be while recovering from hefty injuries. 

Sanji

Glancing out of the window, you propped yourself up onto the single, flat pillow to watch the soothing splash of the oceanic waves. The sea always calmed you in recovery, often finding yourself drawn to the rise of the subtle roar each time the water met with the shore. 

The sliding door opened, revealing the blonde chef of the Straw-Hat crew. In his left hand, a tray with several bowls of food in various shapes and sizes shuffled intentionally upon the silver tray. 

“Hello Sanji,” you smiled at him, wincing beneath the strain of your injuries as you attempted to greet him more appropriately. 

“No, no. Lay back and get comfortable,” he gestured with his right hand for you to recline against the backboard of the recovery cot, “I’ve brought you a couple of things for you to eat. Hope you’re hungry.” 

Smiling up at him, you scuttled back to assume a more comfortable, upright position. As Sanji began assembling the items in front of you, you felt your eyes called once more to the sea. The rise and fall of the waves prompted you to breathe in each time the soft foam brushed along the gold sand, exhaling each time the water tore itself away from the beach. 

“I brought you some seaweed soup cooked in beef bone broth,” he handed you the soft, bento tray, noticing the soup bowl off to the side, “I gave everyone else some spicy kimchi jjigae, but you said you were allergic to peppers from memory. I had to improvise with getting some heat into that dish. Ginger and some green radish should do the trick in making it spicy for you. Get the blood pumping to heal you better.”

Your eyes softened at the blonde chef. He always took such good care of the crew, even when in recovery himself. Upturning your eyebrows at him, you gave his hand a gentle tap as you expressed your gratitude to him.

“Thank you, chef,” you whispered, looking at the assembly. He’d cut several of the vegetables into various shapes: stars, flowers and animals. You cocked your head to the right, noticing a small shell beside the box. 

“What’s this?” you asked him, lifting the small shell up to hold it out in front of you. It was a small spiral, coiling up to a single point. Several specks of green spots littered the base of the shell, the peak in a warm yellow.

“It’s from the beach down there,” he smiled at you, placing down a final bowl of rice in front of you, “The beach calms you, right? Helps you breathe?”

“Oh, Sanji,” you chuckled at him, shaking your head as you smoothed the pad of your thumb over the shell, “You’ve really thought of everything, haven’t you?” 

“What was I meant to do?” he gestured his hands outwards with a small shrug, “Forget all of the knowledge you’ve made me privy to in our time together? Now, eat up. We sail as soon as you’re well enough to travel.” 

He smiled at you, turning away and making his way to the door. Your attention was fully captivated by the spiral shell he’d gifted you from the beach. You slowly inhaled with the ocean, breathing in the many herbal scents from the meal he’d dutifully prepared for you. Softly smiling, you began to make your way through the items, all while holding the small shell and breathing with the ocean.

#one piece #x reader #opla #opla fic #one piece live action #zoro #sanji #roronoa zoro #zoro x reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji #vinsmoke sanji #op drabbles #moots mooting

[viennacherries]

#has anyone done this yet #all my moots booping me i love u btw kiss me on the mouth #april fools #april fool's day #boop #meme #cher chats

[ditzybat]

jason in titans tower staring at bruce: how’d you know i was alive old man?

bruce: robin - tim - is an avid follower of your tumblr blog that has mysteriously updated after years of you being deceased

tim: mhm, at mrsbennetluvr88 started quoting hamlet and titus andronicus after years of radio silence, it was the only rational conclusion

jason: … at least you know your shakespeare…

#tim: i was your moot goffick-bat69! i’m well aware of your dramatic tendencies #jason: and you didn’t find it so weird that you went out and wore your dead online friends mantel? #tim: i was being poetic! something about vengeance and keeping the magic alive ! #batman #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #robin #red robin #red hood #batbros

[hangkennyy]

let your moots tell you which one you are!!!

#random #moots

[boysborntodie]

Starting a chain!! With this quiz and this Picrew.

Tagging: @tuff-ponyboy @veggiesforpresident @sleeplessgreaser @fishfishfishfishfishfishfish1 @literallyhim0 @cadesblade @tigergirlpaya @arieshasbrainrot57 @kitty-beloved and anyone else who wants to do this.

#damn plsss I have so few moots #I hope the musical brings in new fans #I haven’t talked to some of you but you all seem super cool

[her-midas-touch]

Quick ! Think of a word you like ! 

Not necessarily your favorite word, it doesn’t even have to be a word you usually like ! Just a word that right now, at this moment, you look at and think “ooh what about this one”.

It can be a word you find funny, pretty, strange, scary, anything really ! You don’t need to tell me why you choose that word (though I’d love to know if you want to tell me), just give me a word ! 

(It’d be lovely if we made this into a chain but there’s no pressure <3)

uhhhhh sanguine? (literally the only word that popped up into my head rn but it’s prettyyy and sounds like summer to me in some inexplicable way 😌✨)

oh sure! Tagging @daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @re-is-back-in-black @jaaklops @annotated-catastrophe @vintagetee13 @cherryswift13 @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @lost-in-reveriie @moonlightt444 @art-of-fools @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @addsalwayssick @miseryoforpheus @justafanbutcurious + anyone else who’d like to join in :)

(but no pressure ofc <3)

#asks #skye 🪐🌑✨ #lovely moots

[fanaticsnail]

Last One Laughing

Masterlist here

Word count: 970+

Synopsis: The Heart-Pirate crew were bent on getting their Captain to smile, no matter the cost. Swapping jokes after mealtime, you all continued to check over your shoulder to see if you managed to break the upturned curve into Law's face.

Themes: platonic heart pirates x reader, non-romance fic, eating, drinking, gambling, making each other laugh, comfort fic.

Notes: @indydonuts said she was having a bad day. Wrote this in the hopes of bringing her some joy 🖤. I hope you like bad jokes, love!

Tag list: @sordidmusings @since-im-already-here @feral-artistry @writingmysanity @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @mfreedomstuff

“Okay, okay, okay,” Penguin ushered his hands in a swatting motion downwards, his lips curling into a broad smile, “Me next, me next.”

All sat at the dining bench, food trays laying scattered and emptied at the edge of the lengthy metal table, the Heart-Pirates gathered on the pews and sat swapping ridiculous jokes all in the hopes of getting a rise out of their Captain: Trafalgar D Water-Law.

It was no easy feat: gaining one of Law's very rare smiles. The entirety of the crew were dedicated to making the dark-haired man crack a small smirk, but the sought after grin would take more than a simple joke to break it into his lips.

“What did the Fishman say when he swam into a wall?” Penguin’s snicker made it all the more difficult for him to conclude the joke, but he teetered it off by clutching at his collar.

“What?” you asked in return, eyebrow arched and grin beginning to crack over your lips.

“Dam,” he squawked, his outrageous and overemphatic laugh was more contagious than the hilarity his joke managed to produce. Penguin snuck a glance over to his captain, noticing his frown and subtle click of his tongue was all Penguin's joke managed to invoke.

Shachi clapped a hand over Penguin’s shoulder, leaning forward and smiling over at you and Ikkaku across the table.

“What's red and bad for your teeth?” he did his best to stifle his growing smile by sucking in his bottom lip. The room shrugged, Ikkaku’s shoulder bumping your own from your position beside her.

“Candy?” Bepo offered with a single, fuzzy, pointed digit, his voice contemplative and reflective.

“A brick,” Shachi concluded, Penguin’s squawked laughter only growing in volume, much to the delight of your crewmates around you. Shachi snuck a subtle glance to his captain, Law's back now turned to face away as he rose to his feet - returning his tray to the kitchen bench.

“Oof, he's tough to crack today,” Ikkaku whispered through gritted teeth into your shoulder, “You reckon we should up the anti?”

“I don't see why not,” you confessed, lip down turned and eyes wide, “What have you got?” She cleared her throat, prompting the crew to bring her their undivided attention.

“Two guys walk into a bar,” she states in a loud and booming voice, prompting Law to halt in his tracks as his ears pricked up.

Ikkaku smirked, crossing her arms and sucking in her bottom lip, her delivery concluded with, “The third guy ducks.”

Shachi and Penguin roared with their laughter, Bepo offering a polite chuckle as your giggle and shake of your head joined in with their chorus.

“Okay, that was bad,” you reached for her forearm and gave it a gentle squeeze, “But I am so glad you're actually participating this time.”

“Hey, you all involved Berry,” she clapped her hand over your own and braced herself against you, “Like I was gonna turn that offer down.” Law reached an inked finger over the counter, collecting a steel canister of water and returning to his space away from you all.

“What did the janitor say when he jumped out of the closet?” Bepo asked the crew, each member turning over to meet his beady, dark eyes with anticipation. Bepo held his paws beside his face, giving them a gentle shake as his brows upturned.

“Supplies!” he shrieked in glee. Shachi clapped his hand over Penguin's chest as Penguin threw his head back against Shachi’s shoulder: both laughs far more entertaining than the delivery of the Bepo’s joke. You snuck a glance at your captain, his cup raised to his lips and eyes remaining serious and unmoving.

“Fine,” you utter to yourself in a quiet whisper, cracking your neck within your palms and fingertips, “Have it your way.”

“Heart-Pirates,” you shot through the air, your manner scolding and serious, “You all know it is inappropriate to be making ‘dad jokes’ when none of us are actually fathers. We all know better than this.”

“What do you mean?” Bepo’s pale, bear face was knit with concern.

“Yeah, what's the big idea?” Penguin asked, his brows furrowed and defensive, “I thought we were all enjoying the dad humor. Why can't we make 'dad-jokes'?”

You remained serious, glaring at your crewmen as your eyes sparkled with delight and mischief.

“It’s a faux pa.”

The silence was broken by a sound none were anticipating. The hummed chuckle cut through the air like a slash of a blade, prompting all of you to snap your heads over to seek out the source.

Trafalgar D Water-Law and a smile painted on his lips, his eyes closed and his cup clutched firmly within his inked fingers. At that small chuckle, the crew laughed in glee: each of their melodical ulations harmonizing in unison.

“Hah! I got him!” You exclaimed, your joy evident in your eyes as you pointed your index finger at the crew around you, “Pay up, you lot.”

Slaps of Berry were scattered on the table in front of you, your subtle bounce on the balls of your feet and squeak of joy responding only had Law's smile rise further up his face.

You shot your captain a winning smile, offering him half of the Berry you collected from the crew. His palm upturned before him, a shake of his head was the refusal you needed to keep the hoard of wafer papers all to yourself.

“Alright, crew,” you offered to the Heart-Pirates around the table, “Next time we make port, drinks are on me!”

Cheers scattered amongst the crew, new joy found at the promise of fresh ales frothing at the brim. Law's eyes searched his crewmen, halting over each of them individually before his eyes settled on your form.

While his crew always managed to bring him support and had his back no matter what; the memory of his own ‘faux pa’ prompted Law to chuckle.

Donquixote Rosinante, Corazon, would be proud of the crew Law had surrounded himself with: his spectral laugh echoing in his mind as Law's smile only stretched wider.

#one piece #x reader #heart pirates #trafalgar law #op law #shachi #penguin #moots mooting #ikkaku #bepo #heart pirates x reader #platonic fic #law x reader #op law x reader

[mequetrefis]

Happy Halloween! 🧟‍♂️❣️🧛🏻

#zosan #one piece #roronoa zoro #black leg sanji #fanart #my art #kinda gave up halfway into it bc otherwise I wouldn’t finish it today 🥲 #but anyways spooky yaoi #uhh follow me on twt I need one piece moots

[ervotica]

rafe with a pogue!reader that just says the most out of pocket, ridiculous shit all the time. he’s perpetually exasperated. you’re jj in female form— really, rafe doesn’t know how he ended up liking you in the first place.

this is him when he looks at u btw

you’re so unserious it actually pains him. he bends over to pick his vape up off of the sidewalk and you air-hump him from behind, with sound effects and everything; you've never seen him move faster, and you squeal when he takes your face in his hands, his brow set deep on his forehead, lips pursed. it pushes your cap halfway off of your head, mussing your already frazzled hair.

"hey, idiot. look at me," he barks, expression hardening as you giggle. you smirk, tongue in cheek.

"what?"

"what the fuck is wrong with you? like actually. you're so fucking weird," he seethes through gritted teeth, unaware of the group of pogues that watch, barely concealing their laughter; you shrug innocently, putting on your best doe eyes for your grumpy boyfriend.

"what are you talking about? i didn't do anything!"

"oh, you didn't do anything?" he parrots; it's something out of a cartoon, truly– his reddened face, pinched features. if you look closely enough, you're sure you'd see steam curling out of his ears.

"nope." you pop the p and he pushes closer to you, crowding your personal space.

"you're a little fucking freak, you know that? you need psychological help."

"yeah, that's fucking rich," you snort, patting his cheek in condescension. you bite his finger when he reaches for your face again. "quit it!" you garble around the digit.

"i can't." he throws his hands up, exasperated as he strides away. "i can't with you."

you grin, scampering after him as he paces. you're bursting at the seams with childlike amusement, skipping happily until you lace your fingers through rafe's. he grumbles something rather unsavoury but still tucks you beneath his arm, scowling as you needle your way into his side.

"gonna be the death of me, kid."

#rafe imagine #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron thoughts #rafe cameron x fem!reader #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron x female reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe x y/n #rafe x you #rafe x reader #obx x y/n #obx x you #obx x reader #rafe cameron blurb #rafe cameron brainrot #rafe cameron fanfiction #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron fluff #rafe cameron #rafe fic #rafe fanfiction #rafe fluff #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #writer #writers on tumblr #writing #i love my moots #writing for fun

[bugzzzzx]

Ten songs ten mutuals

Sorry for the lateness but ty @liamthemailman for the tag

1. Ice ice baby - vanilla ice

2. My band - D12

3. I love you like an alcoholic - the taxpayers

4. Peace and love on the planet earth -Steven Universe

5. Rainbows and stuff - icp

6. Crazy train - Ozzie osbourne

7. Soap - Melanie Martinez

8. Real messy bitch - ayesha erotica

9. The drug in me is you - falling in reverse

10. Ride - Sir mix a lot

(Sorry I keep tagging y'all sm I only have a few moots to go around :'3 anyway /nf!! Lmk if you don't wanna be tagged

@iolite19 @riinarye @fossilizedpr0tienpowder @genderstealer2000 @axelaxolotl09 @teabagtoes @bluejays-boys @clearmarinaa @ac1d-drinkr @sagethefoxtherian

#tag game #moots #song #musics

[oysterdelite]

Shout out to dom tops who get nervous and flustered normally and then lock in when it comes to sex or a scene. Just like me fr

#sometimes I forget that I’m moots with the coolest people #like that they follow me too #and then I see the mutuals tag show up #and I just go kyaaaaaa wow!!! #t4t nsft #ftm dom #mlm nsft #t4t #ftm nsft #trans nsft #t4t mlm #t4t dom #nsft puppy #like I’m such a little simp for my moots yall are so cool can’t believe I get to see your posts!!!!!