One Piece Masterlist #5

Brand New Animal:

Shirou in the first half of BNA: I don’t care if you leave Animacity.

Also Shirou in the second half of BNA: Once you go back will you leave Animacity? 🥺

A caring friendship.

Who would've though Ace was the well balanced brother after all

Another one made for this wonderful fanfic

More 1870s Cowboy!Ghost, I saw someone cosplaying his gunslinger skin and lost my mind just a little

Life is quiet here. The sky is wide and blue, the grass is just on the yellow side of green, and the women are as pretty as they are quick with a gun. Well, just the one. Ghost swings off his horse to lead her the rest of the way to the barn. 

“Hey, pretty boy!” You call from the back door, “Come have a drink when you finish up.” He’s still not used to the way your smile makes his heart jump. The genuine fondness behind it. Pretty boy. He wouldn’t let anyone else get away with calling him that, just you. You get away with a lot of things.

Most recently it’s been this. A spare drink to drown out the still uncaught bounty. Never mind that he’s hardly trying anymore. There’s hardly time for it with all the work you have him doing. Work he hardly minds when it’s you asking for it. He likes the animals, likes the warm soil of the garden, likes looking over his shoulder to see you going about your own work. Shaking out sheets as you take them off the line or twisting ripe squash from the vine, the way you brush your hand up the back of your neck to wipe away the sheen of sweat, you’re gorgeous. Ghost’s never seen anyone like you. 

He takes his time unburdening his horse, putting away tack, checking her stall has food and water. Steeling his nerves. It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore your sweet talk. Eventually he’ll find himself stuck in your honey. Then he can’t say what will happen. Maybe you’ll keep him.

Ghost touches the worn cotton of his mask; thinks of the scars under it, the scars under his skin. Maybe not. 

You’re waiting by the back door when he finally makes his way back to the house. You offer a short glass of clear liquor. “You’ll get him tomorrow,” You tell him. Ghost can’t tell if you’re joking or serious. Your usual good humor makes it hard to gauge. 

He pushes his mask up to his nose and takes the offered glass, clinking it against yours. You both tip your head backs, let the alcohol slide down your throats. Ghost sniffs, clears his throat against the residual burn. He checks his glass to be sure he got it all, and looks up to catch you staring at him.

“I got something on my face?” He jokes, voice flat as he wipes the wet edge of alcohol off his lip with his thumb. 

“No it’s just,” you tilt your head with a smile, “Every time I see you like this I can’t help wanting to kiss you.” Ghost stills, you’re forward but not this forward. “That’s probably silly of me,” your smile falls a little, and he can’t have that. He can’t have you losing hope, losing interest. You’re not supposed to be interested in the first place, but- but he wants you to keep it. Wants you to keep sweet talking him. You can’t give up and let him win. Not when he wants so badly to lose to you.

Ghost grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you to him, leaning down to bring your mouths crashing together. He catches a bit of your smile before you can pucker, a little bit of teeth before he kisses you properly. It's not a perfect first kiss, but it is perfect. You're perfect, so warm and sweet and soft. God you're so soft, how can anyone be this soft? Your lips cushion his and your warmth surrounds him in a way that can't just be physical. You part your lips, draw him in for another kiss and another, a slow slick glide of indulgence. His hand cradles your cheek, and it isn't the last drops of tequila he's savoring when you draw back. Stars, your smile could stop his heart. It nearly does.

Ghost tugs his mask back down over his lips to stop himself from kissing you again. Is he supposed to feel so, so giddy just from kissing someone? He can't push down the smile that bubbles up. Another good reason for the mask. 

"I should-" you take a step back, make a noncommittal gesture with your hands. Ghost nods.

"Right, and I should-" he waves towards the barn, both of you smiling like fools for each other.

"Ok," even your voice is soft, so soft. He should kiss you again, he can still feel your lips against his.

"Supper," Ghost tells you, confirms with you. You nod, grip your skirt with giddy fingers.

"Six o'clock," God he wouldn't miss it for the world.

just reached wano and got blessed with this zoro

this scene.

law the entire time in punk hazard

Falling in Reverse (Dazai Osamu x Reader)

There were many hazards with working for the Armed Detective Agency.

The hours were sometimes unpredictable, the possibility of being kidnapped or attacked by enemy organisations or just people who had a grudge against random members, was always a very real threat.  More than once you’ve been forced into some kind of underground bunker or secret location for a few days for your own safety. Plus, Kunikida's incessant shouting had made you start keeping painkillers stashed in your desk as a failsafe. But the real problem was... "Hello, everyone!" ...was him. Your eyes flicked up as Dazai Osamu came waltzing into the room, brown eyes shining. No doubt he'd just found out a thrilling new method of suicide he wanted to try out, or perhaps he'd found somewhere that sold crab meat on the cheap.

You quickly dropped your gaze as he passed your desk, greeting the others with a carefree smile and a wave you didn't buy for a moment. You continued typing busily, sucking on your bottom lip in thought. And there it was. Try as you might to ignore it, to dedicate your time and energy to your work and think about other, more productive things, the feelings would not - refused - to go away. All you could do was trap them and keep them in a box in the back of your head, tucked away and out of sight. Yet your heart still seemed to speed up whenever Dazai was within ten feet of you, like a dog wagging its tail with its owner nearby. And therein lay the problem - having a crush or whatever you called it on Dazai Osamu was nothing but a fool's errand. Suicidal former Port Mafia members were not good material for a relationship. Even a fling might be asking too much. Not to mention, Dazai was a serial flirt who couldn't stop himself from outrageously hitting on every pretty waitress or barista that he came across, he spent most of his time at work fucking with Kunikida and/or Atsushi, he never paid his damn tab and overall was an unpredictable mess of a person. Was he handsome? Of course - he made other men look shabbier merely by existing in the same room as them. Frighteningly perceptive and intelligent when he stopped acting like a crackhead? Undoubtedly. But it was far better to stay away from someone like him as much as possible. After all, a fire might be beautiful, but in order to survive, you learn to get as far away from them as you can.

Fortunately for you, even though you worked in the same building as him, Dazai rarely noticed you, much less held conversations with you in which you might blurt out anything embarrassing. He may have been an incredibly observant person, but he had his eyes on the important issues like whatever the Port Mafia were getting up to or trying to outmaneuver the Guild or dangerous Russian criminals. The possible infatuation of an insignificant secretary who happened to have a desk not far away from him no doubt barely registered in Dazai's busy mind, and you intended to keep it that way. To help maintain your cover, you made sure to treat Dazai with chilly politeness, as if you found him and his antics to be unprofessional and completely inappropriate. The fact that they were wasn't the point. More than once you’d had to sneak away into the ladies to giggle madly at whatever stunt Dazai had pulled on one of his hapless co-workers, then take the time to compose yourself before stepping back out again.

And you certainly didn't secretly resent him a little - for effortlessly making you fall for him without even trying. And leaving you knowing you were doomed to quietly pine over him and nothing more, because Dazai was a disaster, but he was still undeniably special. Like a human comet, dragging everybody else in his wake. He made you painfully aware of how unexceptional you were. I'm not pining. you corrected yourself, stapling together a stack of documents for Fukuzawa with perhaps a little bit too much force, the clicking sound loud in your ears. It's just a dumbass crush. Everyone fancies Dazai when they meet him for the first time, but they get over it. It's a rite of passage. Anyway, you had something else to distract you. Tonight, you were actually venturing out of your apartment instead of curling up in front of the TV - on a blind date. It hadn't been your idea, a friend told you there was some event going on at Kafka's tonight, a bar downtown you knew fairly well and somebody she thought you’d like would be there, so you thought: Why not?

It's not like you had anything better to do. Anyway, maybe if you met someone new, you'd finally be able to shake off whatever feelings you had and redirect them to someone less...messy. The only problem was, it started right after your shift ended, so you'd have to get changed and do your makeup here at the Agency to save time. "Damn!" The stapler you'd been holding slipped from your grip and you hastened to pick it up off the floor. You'd had a manicure the other day in preparation for tonight and you were still getting used to them. "Are you okay?" Kirako asked you, tilting her head, her expression one of mild concern. "You've seemed a little...high-strung today." “Highly strung,” you corrected absently, retrieving the stapler and straightening up. “And I am not, I’m not a horse. I’m just nervous.” “Huh? Oh yeah! You’re gong on that thing tonight, right?” “Right,” you said, partly wishing she’d shut up – you didn’t want people listening and asking you nosy questions. Unfortunately for you, Kirako was not telepathic and kept happily chattering away. “Have you decided what you’re going to wear? It’s important to make a good impression at these things!” “I’ve got an outfit with me,” you reluctantly admitted, since she’d probably figure it out anyway. “It’s easier than going all the way home to change.” “Ooh, show me!” Kirako said – somehow, she seemed far more excited about this than you were. Probably because she didn’t have to worry about what she’d do if the night turned out to be a complete bust or worse. “Absolutely not.” You replied – far from her enthusiasm being infectious, she was making you uneasy, hyping the night up into something far bigger than you’d intended. Fortunately for you, any further conversation was cut short by the arrival of the boss. As Fukuzawa strode in you both stood up to bow. Personally, you’d never been so pleased to see him. He just gave a regal nod to you both before approaching Kunikida and the others, no doubt about to deliver some new job to them. You let go of a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding – you could go back to being invisible. Invisibility was safe.

Kirako picked up some conversation she’d been having with Naomi about her cat and you made the right noises as she showed you some admittedly adorable pictures on her phone. And yes, you did check a couple of times, surreptitiously peeking from behind your monitor. Dazai didn’t look at you once. ~ “Fuck’s…sake!” You grunted as you battled with the stubborn zipper between your fingertips. You were sure you’d been wrestling with this damn dress forever and you didn’t have time for this – you’d go from ‘fashionably late’ to ‘why bother’ if this kept up- Finally! The zipper, which had been stubbornly refusing to cooperate with you for what had to have been at least ten minutes finally gave in to your relentless pulling and closed, tooth by sullen tooth. You might have asked Kirako or someone to help you, but they’d all left, so you were on your own.

You breathed a sigh of relief – you might have to limit what you ate for fear of the zipper bursting, but this dress had to be tight to stay up, so you had to make sacrifices where necessary. You turned and looked in the full-length mirror affixed to the wall. Wow. You didn’t think of yourself as a vain person, but as you turned around to make sure your outfit was all in place, you had to admit you looked good. Red was a pretty bold colour and the style wasn’t something you wore on a day-to-day basis, but you’re glad you went with it. The light seeping through the bathroom window bounced off the shiny material of the dress and you smiled to yourself as you added a final touch – a slick of lipgloss. You should commit to the idea of stepping outside your comfort zone and wearing an outfit like this seemed a good way to do that.

You pushed open the door and stepped out into the office, which looked weird without anybody in it, awash with a peachy-orange glow from the sunset outside. As you turned to leave, though, you quickly learned that you weren’t as alone as you’d first thought. “Oh,” came a voice. The last one you wanted to hear right now. (Yet the one you heard in your dreams, over and over again like a broken record.) Dazai stood there, staring at you and you’ve never seen that look on his face before. He wasn’t grinning or teasing but nor had he slipped into that chilly, calculating look that was known to a few people throughout the Agency as his “Port Mafia face”. Instead, he was simply looking at you with an unguarded look of surprise, his mouth slightly open like he had been about to speak but forgotten what he was about to say. He snapped out of it a moment later, hastily slapping on one of his signature flirty smirks the way other people would throw on a jacket.

“Well, well.” Dazai said and you hated the vaguely sultry hint to his tone, you hated it because you knew it wasn’t real. “Don’t you look lovely.” You swallowed. Dazai threw compliments at women all the time, but you’re pretty sure he meant it – no doubt he’d never seen you dressed this way before. From someone else’s lips, such a comment might range from sweet to creepy, but when Dazai said it, your bones felt like they were turning to water. “Well,” you echoed him, a beat too late, and despite your confidence a few minutes ago, getting the words out proved difficult, your cadence halting and awkward. “Thank you.” The urge to run away burned in your chest, like you had a cough waiting to come out, but the way he was looking at you…it was hard to pull yourself away. Your heart thudded loudly in your chest, and you had a peculiar urge to reach for him. To do what, you didn’t know. Rest a hand on his chest? Touch his face? Pull him closer? You tucked the hand behind you, in case it got any ideas of its own. “Got a hot date tonight?” Dazai said in a teasing voice, but there was something else in it that gave you pause, like a shard of ice in a refreshing drink. It made you wary, and you were glad of it – it wasn’t a good idea to get too comfortable around him, even under the guise of friendly banter. Obviously he’d reached that assumption from what you’re wearing and the hour it was, since you didn’t usually hang around the office for this long, but you can’t shake the notion that Dazai doesn’t approve of the idea. Too bad for him, you’re not asking permission. “Just a thing with a friend of mine,” you replied, which wasn’t really a lie, just vague enough to skirt the truth and you offered a breezy smile to placate him. “It should be fun. I’d better go, though. I’m already running a bit late.” Hitching your bag a little higher up your shoulder, you dodged around Dazai, who made no effort to stop you and headed out into the city that was preparing for the evening, your heels clicking satisfyingly across the floor. (Another thing you didn’t wear regularly, but hey, why not go all out?)

Dazai, unusually still, watched you go, his hands sliding into the pockets of his trench coat. He spoke thoughtfully into the empty air, dust motes dancing in the shaft of light pouring in through the window. “A friend, huh…” he mused, and his eyes held a look in them, the slight darkening of his gaze as he looked ahead at something only he could see, his sharp mind already racing far ahead to all sorts of potential scenarios to be countered, if necessary. “I have a bad feeling about this.”

My Favorite BNHA Characters

10. Eri

9. Eijiro Kirishima and Fatgum

8. Katsuki Bakugo

7. Inko Midoriya and Rei Todoroki

6.Tomura Shigaraki

5. Overhaul/Kai Chisaki

4. Shota Aizawa

3. Dabi

2.Tamaki Amajiki

1. Shoto Todoroki, Hitoshi Shinso, and Hawks/Keigo Takami 

:p

NOTES: for @xstarkillerx

You can't conceptualize what's wrong, a combination of things weighing you down as you seek out comfort. BRIAN O'CONNER sits at his work-table, sketching concept designs for the tweaks he'd like Tej to make. He's not a very gifted artist, but he's got the general idea down, at least until you pad onto the scene. As quiet as you are, he's learned your tells, glancing at you after he speaks, "What's up, sweetheart?" he asks, a little curl to his lips at the sight of you rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. You don't say anything, coming up to his side to fix your hands on his thigh, hoping to silently grab his attention while you wait for him to notice you. It takes him a second, but he does, gazing at you more deliberately this time. You exchange a look, and he adjusts in his seat to accommodate you while you invite yourself onto his lap.

You nestle in, tucking your head under his chin with a sigh. With an arm, he secures you, drawing you into him to get more comfortable himself, he inclines into you, curling his body around you as if you're his centerpiece. Gently, he bounces you on his leg, eyeing the tip of your nose. "S'the matter, bunny? Don't feel like talking?" You're unresponsive, you don't even look at him, and he strokes your back with his big hand. "I got it. Don't worry, I got it." Sweetly, he rubs his cheek on the top of your head, ending it with an affectionate kiss.