Explain: Why Are Titties So Soft????

prompt 28 (i think??) with atsumu and maybe like a bar to hookup situation?? honestly anything is fine but that’s just the idea i had

300 Follower Event

Miya Atsumu

Prompt 28: “You’re hot, you’re just intolerable”

this fic was part of my 300 follower event. check out the rest of the submissions here.

post-timeskip, obviously.

word count: 2.5k

content warnings: this is a genuine drunk hookup. if that makes you uncomfy please do not read. other than that, car sex. that’s about it.

the number of bar flirting scenes i’ve written goes up every single day and i enjoy each one more than the last.

really though, he is who i wrote this prompt for. thank you so much.

He was looking at you again.

The artificial blond with the dazzling laugh that you couldn’t get out of your head, who had been nursing mixed drink after mixed drink all night, was staring at you with dark eyes even as his friends continued yelling back and forth. He was handsome, you had to admit, but he looked like trouble. The good kind, but trouble nonetheless.

You turned back to the glass in front of you. You honestly didn’t remember what was in it, or how many had come before it. You were just very warm, very giggly, and very happy to be there. You glanced at the corner where another woman was fully mounted on one of the blond’s friends. It brought a goofy smile to your lips, but you shook your head and threw back the rest of your drink. The bartender looked up at you expectantly.

“Can I just have, like --” You gestured in a way that you were sure made no logical sense. “A big water?” He raised his eyebrows.

“You want a water?”

You grinned.

“Yes please.”

“I’ll have what they’re havin’,” a voice said beside you. You turned and had to lurch back because of how close the face was. It was, of course, the blond. His breath smelled like whatever lime flavored concoction he had left at his table and his eyes were a dark brown up close. Shit, he really was good looking.

“Get ready for a big cup of nothing, buddy,” you said. He grinned at the juvenile nickname and leaned his head on his hand.

“Nothin’ is everything in good company.”

“That’s not a real saying.”

“No. No it is not.” He smirked at you as the bartender set two bottled waters on the counter. You thanked him and the blond shot him a smile. You cracked open the water and took a sip, eyes not leaving his.

“So,” he said, plopping down on the barstool next to you. “What’s yer deal? You’ve been checkin’ me out all night.”

“If looking back at the creep staring at me counts as ‘checking him out’ then I guess you’re right.”

“Aw, come on. If I really was a creep ya would’ve told me off hours ago.”

“That’s true. I hadn’t talked to you yet so I didn’t want to make too many assumptions.”

“Yet? So ya were plannin’ on approaching me?”

You rolled your eyes.

“It wasn’t high on my to-do list. With how you were staring I figured I just had to wait.”

“I guess you were right about that.” He smiled and took a long sip of his water. “Tryin’ to sober up with this, then?

“I was, but now that you’re here I think I need another drink.”

“Yeah? Am I that bad of company?”

“I just don’t want to be able to clearly see that ugly mug of yours.” You tried to phrase it like an insult, but your smile didn’t make make it very convincing.

He wasn’t even phased.

“Lying will get ya nowhere.”

“Yeah? Could probably get me home if I made up a good excuse.”

“Don’t need an excuse. I can walk away anytime. Ya want me to leave?”

You held your water to your lips to keep from answering.

“That’s what I thought,” he said. He studied your face for a moment, amusement twinkling in his eyes. “I’ll buy ya a shot if you really want another.”

“You gonna do it with me?”

“F’course. Why else would I be sittin’ here?”

You sighed and swirled to face him.

“What were you thinking?”

“Somethin’ sweet-ish for you."

You shrugged.

“You’re buying.”

He grinned and waved down the bartender. You watched him as he ordered. He was actually remarkably polite and his wide smile seemed to work magic. The bartender who had hardly looked at you for an hour was laughing right with him.

With the blond no longer paying attention to you, you let your eyes scan the rest of his body. Your attention fixed on his legs, where his slacks were remarkably tight around his thighs. You had to wonder if he played a sport of some kind, because you couldn’t bring yourself to stop staring.

A moment later, two short glasses were sitting in front of you and he was ducking his head into your line of vision to get your attention.

“See somethin’ ya like?” he teased. You shoved his face away.

“Don’t start that.”

“Come on, sweetheart, I know ya think I’m hot.”

“You’re hot, you’re just intolerable.”

“Yet you’re still sittin’ here.”

“What can I say? I have bad taste.”

“I can’t say the same.”

“Is that why you’re still sitting here?”

“Only because you haven’t invited me anywhere else.”

“Oh? Think you’re getting lucky?”

“That’s not for me to decide. But for the record, you could tell me to follow you in front of a moving train right now and I’d probably say yes.”

You stared at each other for a little too long. Your brain couldn’t focus on anything but his face. It was pulled into a permanent smile and could see the tip of his tongue resting behind one canine. He probably thought the expression was attractive and, jesus, he was right. He broke your train of thought by lifting his glass in your direction.

“What should we toast to?” he asked.

“I’d say to good company, but it’d hardly be accurate.”

He grinned and clinked your glass.

“To horrible, obnoxious, very handsome company.”

You smiled and raised your own shot.

“I can drink to that.”

He winked and you both threw your heads back. As you set down your glass he winced and he stuck out his tongue.

“I’ve had too much to drink for that to be pleasant,” he choked out.

“Poor baby. Maybe you should head home.”

“If yer invitin’ me over, I might consider it.”

You wanted to glare but a giggle rose from your throat instead.

“You can sure run your mouth,” you said.

“I’ve been told before.”

“You think it’s charming?”

“Do you?”

“Unfortunately.”

He tipped his head into his palm and stared at you. The shot felt like it went right to your head. Somehow he was even more handsome the hazier you felt, but it might have been you were just more willing to admit it. You were about to make the mistake of complimenting him when he tapped his foot against your leg.

“I just realized I don’t know your name.”

“Do you deserve to know?” you teased. He scrunched up his nose and hooked his foot on the bar of your seat.

“Come on, I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Y/n,” you said. He looked tired but grinned anyway.

“Miya Atsumu,” he said. He made a show of gesturing to himself. “You c’n just call me Atsumu, if you want.”

You shrugged.

"Maybe.”

He sighed dramatically and leaned father forward.

“Have I told ya you’re incredibly attractive?” he asked, gaze fixed on your lips.

“Not in those words,” you said.

“Well I’m telling’ ya now.” He poked at your leg. “I like the way yer face looks. I’d like to see it closer, but only if ya wanna see mine too.” His hand squeezed your thigh instead of poking at it and he looked up at you. He was still smiling, but there was a hazy adoration in his dark eyes that you just couldn’t look away from.

Fuck it.

You threw a few bills on the bar and stood.

“You drive here, Miya?”

“Nah. Did you?”

“Yep. Come on.” You began walking toward the door but Atsumu clumsily caught your arm.

“Nuh-uh. No drivin’ right now.”

You turned back around and leaned down to look him in the eye.

“Did I say anything about actually driving?”

You waited one, two, three seconds and his face lit up in understanding. He scrambled out of his chair and grabbed his coat. He didn’t even say goodbye to his friends as he rushed in front of you to hold the door, then eagerly followed you outside.

“I knew ya’d see the light,” he said, lightly bumping against your shoulder.

“You sure? You seemed pretty surprised.”

“I was just lookin’ at ya. A pretty face that close would shock anyone.”

“Sure it would.” You got to your car and after more than one try managed to unlock the door. You switched off the automatic lights and shut the door again.

“Can I call shotgun or does the backseat have the best view?” he said, leaning down to peer through the window.

“I could just send you back inside, you know.”

He hopped in front of you, nearly tipping over in the process, and leaned against the car door.

“But ya won’t.” You glared at him for a moment. He just grinned back.

“Backseat,” you whispered.

He made an excited noise that sounded a lot like a slurred “yay.” He popped open the door and slid inside, leaning too far onto the leather before pushing himself upright again. You climbed in after him and locked the door.

“Alrighty. Where do ya want me?” he asked, making a show of holding his hands up by his head. You laughed despite yourself and threw a leg over his lap.

“Shut the fuck up, Miya.” You grabbed him by the front of the shirt and crashed your lips into his. He smiled into the kiss, one hand rising to cup the side of your face. It was a little sloppy, or a lot sloppy, or maybe you just didn’t care. His tongue was in your mouth and yours was probably in his, but all you could think to do was push him farther into the back of the seat and tighten your legs around him.

His hands fell to your hips, then slipped lower, squeezing lightly and causing you to grind into his lap. He let out a short laugh that you were pretty sure was meant to be a sigh. You chuckled and bit his lower lip, then immediately returned to kissing him. He groaned into your mouth and pulled you closer. You dropped your lips to his jaw. He inhaled sharply and his fingers dug into your skin. You could feel that he was hard, and it was only becoming more apparent the more you kissed down his throat.

“Fuck,” he breathed. You laughed and returned to kissing his lips. You pulled at his belt, fumbling for a moment due to the haziness still sitting in your brain. He reached down to help you, hands only serving to get in the way. He broke the kiss, a small frown on his face.

“Wait. Hold on,” he said. His brows were furrowed in concentration as he carefully undid his pants. “S’that okay?” he asked, looking back up at you. You pressed a quick kiss to his lips.

“I think it’s okay, yeah,” you said, unable to hold back your laughter. He started smiling back, then stopped.

“Yer clothes are still on,” he said matter of factly. You looked down.

“They are.”

He looked back up at your face.

“Can they not be?”

You grinned and leaned out of his lap, undoing your pants and tugging them off. You discarded them on the floor and got back into his lap.

“Is that better?” you asked. He nodded and closed his eyes, waiting for another kiss. You humored him, pressing your lips to his quickly before pulling away. He grinned as you leaned back, opening the center console.

“What’re you doin’?” he asked. You pulled out a condom and he burst out laughing.

“What?” you said, rolling your eyes.

“M’sorry. I don’ know why I’m laughin’.”

“You know your accent gets stronger when you drink?” you asked, amused.

“I don’ have an accent.”

“Sure you don’t, Miya.”

He laughed again and leaned his face against your chest.

“Shhh,” you cooed, lifting his chin up and pressing a kiss to his lips. Both of you were still grinning. His eyes grew wide as you ripped open the wrapper with your teeth. You tugged down his boxers and slid the condom on quickly. He inhaled sharply, staring at your face as you reached between your legs, pulling fabric aside and lining him up with your entrance.

You wrapped a hand tightly around his neck as you sunk down. He sighed loudly into your ear and braced his arms around your waist.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. You smiled and pressed your lips to his. His kiss was messy and desperate and graced with the occasional giggle, but he seemed to forget what was funny whenever you shifted your hips.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Hold on.” You stilled and he grabbed your ass. “Hold on. Let me.” He steadied himself and thrust up into you. You gasped and buried your face into his hair. Groans and pants and curses fell from his lips as he fucked into you as fast as his inebriated brain would let him. Your gasping in his ear only spurred him on.

“Jesus, you feel good. Look at you,” he mumbled. He wasn't looking, but he didn’t seem to care. You laughed against his face, bringing a smile to his lips.

“You’ve got a pretty smile,” you whispered. A noise left his lips that almost sounded like a giggle.

“Keep it up and I’m gonna go home with ya.” He hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of you and you moaned. He laughed. “Doesn’t sound like ya’d be too upset about that.”

“Shut up,” you breathed. He hummed and gripped you tighter.

“No promises.”

He was already noisy, but his voice seemed to get even louder as he got closer. You grabbed his face and kissed him, swallowing his breath as it turned into panting. His hips lost their rhythm and his fingertips dug into you.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His voice was harsh and desperate. He let out one last strained groan against as he held you against him and spilled into the condom. He was completely tense for a moment, then his body melted back into the seat. You let out a breathy laugh and kissed his forehead. Both of your chests heaved and you checked out the window for the first time. They were fogged up, but the only person outside seemed to be an older man, stumbling around and clearly absolutely wasted.

Atsumu leaned close, lips spread in a grin.

“Is it weird to say I think I love you?” he asked. You pushed his face away and laughed.

“You’re drunk, Miya.”

“So’re you! Let’s get married.”

“I’m ordering you a car.”

“Only if you come with me.”

You looked at him carefully. He may as well have had heart eyes. You sighed and pulled out your phone.

“Fine.”

He pressed a kiss to your cheek and hugged you close, laying his face on your chest as you looked for a ride to take you both home.

there is no breakup if I don’t let u leave ;)

Oh wait I just had a thot

Imagine fucking Deku so good that you can see OFA softly lighting up and flickering under his skin

I don’t know why that’s so hot to me but it’s been on my mind fr a while👀

I just think it’s hot that the coochie is so good that the guys loose control of their quirk a bit🤤

and it’s so hot cause you can see how much he’s struggling with not letting OFA or anything else go 🥺 so you be a meanie and clench down on him 🥺 and tug at his curls 🥺 and moan that he’s the best hero ever for stuffing you like this 🥺

Enjoy, Shane fans

Freedom ~ Shanks x F! Reader – Requested.

In universe. Female S/O. No physical descriptions. Everybody is 18+. No spoilers.

TW: Family problems, dead parents. SFW.

Word count: 4.3K

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31458956

Anon requested: OMG I just read your Ace fic and it was so good! Idk if you write for Shanks or not but if you do could you maybe do something similar to the Ace fic but with him? (If you are not busy). Thank you so much, your stuff is great.

A/N: Thank you so much for asking for Shanks. I fall in love with OP men with him, and it’s a character that have always intrigued me. I wanted to give it a twist to the jealousy part, I hope you like it!! I recommend to listen to “Memories” – 1st ending of OP- while reading the end!.

Somewhere on the Grand Line, Post Summit War.

“Are you sure you want to go out today, y/n?”, your mother asks you, worried. A big ship has arrived in town. On the mast a black flag with a skull crossed by two sabers and three scars over the left eye of it, warns the citizens that pirates are here.

In no time, man and woman began to talk and everybody knew that those pirates were no other than the crew of one of the Yonkous, the Red-Haired Pirates with its captain, Akagami no Shanks.

You are not afraid, you’ve never been. Maybe because you always wanted to be a pirate, or maybe because you knew exactly that from the emperors, Shanks was probably the most pacific one.

“It's ok, mum! They are not that bad, don’t worry I’ll be fine”, you say to your mother, trying to calm her, while your heart somehow beats faster. The idea of meeting such powerful people, pirates, something you have always dreamt of becoming but always had to forget because of your family, excites you.

You grab your bike and head to the city center where your grocery store awaits to be open. You know that probably they won’t visit your shop, but deep down you wish so. The day passes and every customer conversation topic is focused on the outsiders, on the pirates. “You should go home, it’s dangerous for you to be alone in here!, What if they come and rob you? or even worse!”.

You are fed up with people thinking that you are a weak damsel, they seem to forget that from a young age you have managed to keep your family going after your mum was left alone with you and your siblings, by your dad who became a pirate years ago.

Little by little the streets around your store become empty, you think it is because it’s late but you gaze at the clock and you have more than two hours left until the closing time. “Could it be…?”. And it is.

Someone opens the big wooden door of the shop with a scrape and the orange sun rays enter blinding you for an instance. There he was, a tall handsome man, red hair flowing to the breeze that sneaks from outside, three scars that garnishes his left eye and a big smile. You are ripped from your boredom, you know exactly who he was, who the people behind them were. You know it, Akagami no Shanks is here, and you simply love it.

Yet your face looks more scared than pleased, so the red hair man says, “Oi! excuse me! I didn’t mean to scare you. You were the only place open; can I ask for some stuff?”. “H- hello… yes, of course. What can I get for you?”, you ask him politely. “Do you perhaps have some alcohol for us?”, he asks laughing. That laugh, it’s just too cute for a pirate… “I’m afraid I only have a few bottles of sake left, but tomorrow I’ll have a new batch. I can offer you what I have right now and if you want more you can come tomorrow”, you say to him, smiling.

“Oi, captain, she is not afraid of us!!” a fat pirate that is eating a big chunk of meat tells the man in front of me. “There is no point in being afraid, Lucky. Go tell Yasopp that we have enough drinks for tonight”, he says looking at him, and when he turns a little bit you notice he is missing an arm. “Oh… so what I’ve read was true, he’s lost an arm…”, you think while putting the bottles over the counter for him to buy.

“Thank you Miss, here is your payment for the bottles. I’m coming back tomorrow for the others”, he says while handing you some berries with his right hand. You thank him, but before he leaves he tells, smiling at you, “What’s your name? You look like you want to be a pirate, you know? Why don’t you come tonight? we are having a banquet with some friends from this island”. Something inside of you screams “DON’T”, but your heart wins the fight and you happily tell him your name and that you will try to make it.

After he leaves, your heart pumps blood into your ears faster, you feel something strange on your stomach and for a moment you imagine how awesome being at a pirate party might be. You can’t ignore either, how handsome you found him. Such a man… with those grey capris, that open white shirt, the black cloak over his shoulders… a true king, a true pirate emperor. Your cheeks turn to fire…

After closing the shop, you ride your bike home, letting the cold breeze of that autumn island refresh your blushed cheeks.

Your mum and siblings breathe a sigh of relief when they see you safe and sound, after some old busybody hags have told her of your encounter with pirates. “Mum, they only bought some alcohol, paid for it and left. Actually he-, I mean all of them. They were more polite than some people of this town”, you say to her rolling your eyes back, and head to your room.

Flopping down to your bed you begin to ponder the possibility of going to the banquet, but the face of your mother shouting at you erases those thoughts, and you simply accept your destiny.

After dinner, you are back in your room. From your window far in the distance you admire the coast and a vast sea ahead, moonshine over the waves and a few stars in the night sky. That’s always been your view, you have to admit you have a privileged bedroom. But something caught your attention. Is that… “is that their ship?”, you think. Over the coast, a large pirate ship, with red details is docked. You try to focus your sight, and realize that next to it, over the beach there is what looks like a bonfire and some people around. “Yeah, that’s the party I’ve been invited to…”, you sigh.

You close your curtains, and just lay on bed. Closing your eyes, trying to sleep… but you can’t. Turning around, to a side, to the other. “You look like you want to be a pirate”, the voice of that red haired pirate replays on your head, on and on, and on…

You don’t really know what it was, but you perceive a different aura around him. Someone told you years ago, that feeling, the auras you see around people is something called “Haki”. This guy was something different… you feel another type of power around him.

“That’s it, I’m going”. You stand up from bed, throw on a white blouse, an orange skirt, and an underbust corset that cinches your waist.

After making sure everyone is already asleep in your house, you open your windows and escape. You run, at first afraid of someone catching you, but then free. Free as the wind that swirls around with your hair. You are being pulled at them, at him…

A few meters from the coast, a big ship exalts in front of your eyes. There is murmur, music, people dancing. You stand right there, trying to see where Shanks is.

“Oi! I thought you wouldn’t come!”, someone grabs your shoulders from behind and offers you a big wooden cup of alcohol. Turning your head to the right side, you see those scars over his eye, and that wavy red hair.

“Come one, let’s party like only pirates know how to!”, he says, laughing. You accept the cup and follow him. You are surprised to see some citizens having fun with them, but then you remember Shanks telling you they have friends in this town, so you know that nobody there will say anything about you being there if you just don’t say anything about them.

Dancing, drinking, eating some delicious brochettes, one of the guys there was grilling, the night passes. You haven’t had that type of fun before, and everything seems perfect.

The sun is already rising over the horizon, some of the pirates have already passed out on the cold sand, but Shanks and you still have energy, so you keep chatting, drinking and laughing together.

But like everything good has to come to an end, you realize it's already morning and in a few hours everyone at home would be up. “Shanks, I must come back home… I have to open the store”, you say to him, a little embarrassed. You know that “working times” isn’t something that pirates do.

“Oh, you are right!, well let me walk you home, then”, he tells you, genuinely willing to… protect you?. “It’s ok.. don’t worry. My home is right there, on the other side of the beach, that one with yellow walls!” you say to him, pointing at your house. Something you’d probably regret later, you have given to a powerful captain of a pirate crew specific instructions for your home, but somehow you trust him.

“I’ll be watching you then, run!” he says, caressing softly your cheek. And for an instance you both stared into your eyes. “See you later”, you whisper, turn around and begin to run home.

Halfway there, you turn back at the coast, convinced he won’t be there anymore, but he is. He waves at you. He is protecting you. You wave back at him and finally arrive at home.

Being as stealthy as you can be, you climb to your room through your window hoping no one sees you, and head to the bathroom once you are safe inside. Your heart beats faster, maybe it is because you’ve been running, or maybe the adrenaline of experiencing something you’ve dreamt off for so long… who knows? maybe it was the feeling that still persists on your skin, where Shanks brushed his hand…-

You have successfully made it into your home, and try to erase the signs of a good party on your face with cold water before breakfast.

“Good morning, mum!”, you say once you enter the kitchen with a remarkably good mood that you are not used to showing. Your brothers notice it, but say nothing. Your mother, ignorant about your little adventure smiles at you, happy that finally her grumpy daughter is smiling. You grab a toast and leave the house as fast as you can.

You fight against your sleepy eyelids trying to close, your body needs some rest so you put all of your body weight over the counter. You still have all day long until you can come back home, but you don’t regret what you did last night. No more than three customers entered the store during the day, and sadly none of them were Shanks. So, you begin to think that he won’t come back. Until, the little chime on the door announces the arrival of a new customer. “You haven’t slept yet, huh?”. The person you’ve been waiting the whole day is finally here, in front of you.

He came back. A sudden shot of adrenaline wakes your body up, and you seem more awake than ever. “I didn’t get any sleep yet, haha… but it’s ok, I’m not complaining. Did you come back for the sake?” you tell him with a smile that makes your tired eyes slant. “Yeah, Ben will help me to carry them to the ship, but I came for you too”, he says, smirking. “You came for me?”, you ask him confused, but deep down happy to hear those words.

“Haha, I’m not kidnapping you or something like that, but would you like to come to our ship tonight? We can have dinner and then I’ll set you free… I mean I’m sure you would like to go to sleep”, says the red-haired pirate, to which you reply without even thinking, “Yeah, of course!”. “Fine, I’m coming for you when you are over with work”, he says and leaves the shop with you standing there, astonished.

“What the hell just happened, Y/n?” you ask yourself, trying to come up with an excuse to tell your mother about spending the night on a pirate ship… it’s not that you are not allowed to have friends, or even go out, you are an adult, but… pirates?... your mother hates them. I mean, your dad left her to become one so…

But, you aren’t willing to let anybody interfere with something you wanted for so long… plus, you somehow can’t resist that emperor charm, so you grab your den den mushi and call your best friend.

“I know that what I am asking you is too much, but please help me!” you beg her. “But, it’s not only because of your mum. They are pirates, I’m worried for you. I don’t mind you telling her you are going to spend the night here, but… what if they do something bad to you?”, she expressed, truly worried. And you know she is right, after all they were… criminals.

You spend the rest of the afternoon debating between risking yourself or plainly escaping before he comes back. But you can’t deny that rationalizing this type of thing wouldn’t take you anywhere, and the voice of your heart just screams “go with him, trust him”.

And so, you do. After calling your mother and lying to her, you can only wait for him to come and take you to their ship.

“Let’s go!” he says snatching your arm, pulling from you. You feel his fingertips over your skin, and the touch of his hand against your flesh sends some kind of electricity to your whole body… what is it?.

“Here we are! my beloved floating nakama, the “Red Force””, he says showing you the big boat you have in front of yourself. “Wow, it’s huge” you say, amazed, failing to try to hide how excited you are for knowing a pirate ship - one of the four emperors’ of the sea ships -.

You have dinner with all the crew, and again, nobody makes you feel in the sightless uncomfortable. And soon everyone starts to leave for their cabins, until Shanks and you are left alone.

“Come with me, I want to show you something”, he says excited, offering his hand to you. You smile, hold his hand and follow him through the ship.

You are finally on the deck, and he asks you if you are afraid of heights. You don’t, so he points to a hand ladder made out of ropes that allows to climb to the ship’s figurehead. “Go ahead, climb, I’m going right behind you”, he says, encouraging you with that smile that you already love.

Once you’ve carefully stood over the red wooden sea monster figurehead, you extend your hand, in order to help him. He accepts it gladly. From there you can admire the sea and the whole island, the wind blows even stronger, the deep blue sky looks like velvet, the moon shines bright and some stars flicker around it. This is the second time in your life that you feel truly free, and you wish this could be never over.

Shanks passes his right arm around your waist, both of you remain still, admiring the night sky and the sound of the waves. Little by little his mouth approaches your neck, he places a soft subtle kiss over your skin, and you close your eyes. Gradually, you turn to him, and slowly but surely, your lips meet. This marked the start of intense months ahead.

Somedays you just let your friend run the shop for you, sometimes you even close earlier. Some gossip about what you’ve been doing hits your mother, but you deny it categorically. Every time you woke up to Shanks, your body felt sore, but satisfied as hell. And somehow, after spending so many days together, you were almost part of the crew.

But not everything lasts forever, and that day, the day that your lie was discovered finally came.

“Y/n, I heard someone tell mum the pirates are at your shop”, your brother says through the den den mushi. Your siblings knew everything, and you all agreed on lying for the sake of the peace of the family. Plus, Shanks had forged an amazing friendship with them whenever they passed time with us on the ship. “Don’t worry, brother. She has heard that before, I don’t think she’s going to come. Thanks for telling me, though. Love you!”.

You are sitting on Shanks lap, behind the counter. Some customers were already used to him being there, and they didn’t fear them anymore, because of how charming and noble he was with the people of the town.

Suddenly, the door of the store opens violently. There is your mother, agitated, followed by some old ladies. “It’s true… you, that pirate…I came here to prove my daughter was a good girl, but I was wrong…”, she shouts at you as you were still a little girl. “Yeah, it is true. I’m happy now, what’s wrong with it? I am a grown-up adult, we haven’t told you because of how you could react, but everybody else knows it”, you scream at her, furious.

“I’m trying to protect you, my dear daughter… his dad, his father was your dad’s captain. He left us, you, your brothers, me. What are you going to do when he decides to set sail, huh?”, she tells you with tears in her eyes.

You haven’t thought about it, plus… his dad? Shank’s dad was your father’s captain?... You hate to admit she is right; they are pirates, the time of leaving will come sooner or later. But it will come…

“Mrs... when I met your daughter I didn’t know who her dad was…”, Shanks tells your mother. “Since when did you know it? where is he?” you ask your redhead lover. “I’m afraid your dad…”, he shakes his head, stopping himself from saying any more words. And you just understand. He hugs you; you nuzzle your head on his chest, letting some tears flow from your eyes. It’s not something you somehow didn’t know, but the confirmation was devastating. Yet the warm hug from him makes everything easier. You feel safe with him, safe and free.

Your mother, who seems to get not even a little emotional, says coldly, “that’s what happens when you become a pirate. I hope you understand that before it’s late. I’m disappointed at you, I thought you were different from your dad…”. Those words hurt, you’ve always wanted to be free, a pirate, sailing through all the seas, why was that so hard to understand for her?.

Shanks grabs you by your face, and looking into your eyes, he says “I’m not leaving you, I swear”. And you believe in those words, but deep inside, you know that soon you’ll see his ship getting away from the coast.

You come back home where your mother no longer speaks to you, she is so upset that she simply ignores you.

Some days pass until Shanks tells you to meet him at a certain bar called “Partys Bar”. “We never went there”, you think a little confused, but you got ready and leave the house.

When you enter all of Shanks crew members seem to be celebrating something, they greet you as you walk through them. You finally spot your lover, a girl with green hair is hugging him tight, he has a bottle on his hand. They are enjoying themselves; he is happier than ever… and you stay right there, still, realizing that your mum was probably always right. That’s why you two never talked about having a relationship… pirates are just not faithful to their lovers.

You let a tear run through your cheek, and start walking back to the exit of that bar. You hear in between you sobbing and the murmur of the party “Y/n, wait! I want you to meet…”, but you just can’t keep on listening.

Suddenly your whole world caves in, and you just run, straight home.

In the kitchen is your mother sitting, having a cup of tea. She looks at you and says, “He hasn’t even left yet and has already broken your heart, huh? See? You have to understand pirates have a girlfriend on every port, he is an emperor of the sea. Why don’t you get it? He is one of the worst criminals in the whole world. Do you really think he would leave everything aside for you? Plus, Mrs. Johnson told me her husband heard that the pirates are parting tomorrow”. You look at her, wishing she could just shut the hell up, or even comforting you, but she has always been like this, so you just go to your room.

No more than twenty minutes later, you heard strong persistent knocks on the door. Your brothers shout at Shanks but he just simply doesn't care. He is now in your room. “Babe, what happened?!!”, he shouts at you. “I don’t want to talk. Don’t call me babe…”, you say choking back tears. “I need to know what happened, tell me. Please”, Shanks insists. “My mum was right after all; you were with that girl… hugged. Plus, she told me you are leaving tomorrow. I knew this day would come, but why do you have to ruin it for me? why couldn't you just wait to leave to be with another girl?”, you say this time with a fire burning on your eyes. He broke your heart, because even knowing he would leave, you have fallen for him.

Shanks approaches you, squats next to your bed and calmly says to you, “I love you; you fool. The girl you saw is like my sister, her name is Makino. I’ve known her since we were babies, she is the daughter of one of your dads crew mates. I wanted her to meet you. We wanted to celebrate something I thought at this point you had clear. I want you to come with me, you are part of our crew already. I want you to be my empress…”.

“S-Shanks…?” you are astonished. “He loves me?, he wants me to join his crew… he wants… me, a pirate?, I - I always wanted to be a pirate”, you think, and when you imagine yourself sailing through the Grand Line, the New World, something ignites your soul. But, despite how much you love him, and how much you want to be free, you are still bounded to your family…

Your brothers start jumping around, “Our sister is going to be an empress of the sea??, I want to come with her!!!”.

“Shanks… I’m sorry I doubted you. I love you too… with you I knew what being free means. But, I can’t go with you, I’m still responsible for my family”, you say to him, once again leaving your dreams aside.

“I won’t force you to come with us, but let me tell you something… You have a strong spirit, just like your dad, I used my haki around you many times because it was amazing how strong you were, you are meant to travel the world. I can’t explain to you right now why, but you are. Plus, your family is going to be financially covered for at least the rest of their lives”, he says to you, brushing your hair softly with his hand. You don’t understand what he is saying, and your face shows a confused expression. So, he continues, “you see, before our dads passed away, your father asked me to make him a big favor… he wanted me to come here, to this island to give all of his treasures to his family… At first I didn’t know you were the one who was supposed to receive them, but then everything made sense. My crew is going to leave all of your dad's treasures here…”. You simply can’t hold your tears back, you watch your mom who was at the door, unable to speak and tell her “You see, mom? Dad has always cared for us. Pirates are not all bad…”.

It’s already morning and most of the citizens of your town are at the coast, helping those pirates with the last preparations before they set sail to a new adventure, the habitants of the island are grateful for how these pirates have helped them, they weren’t violent, they haven’t robbed a single berrie to them.

The sun is shining, not a single cloud in the sky, seagulls dancing in the air, and a warm breeze plays with some red and brown leaves on the floor.

Finally, the Red Force begins to sail, leaving the shore behind. The whole town waves at them, they wish them a safe and awesome new adventure, and hope they someday will come back. Your brothers, even your mother is there, saying goodbye.

The wind hits your cheeks, the sun bathes your skin. Shanks is on your side, and you wave your family and friends goodbye, hoping that the next time you see them, you will be a great pirate.

“I love you”, says Shanks to you, kissing your forehead. “I love you too, captain”, you say back and both prepare to face your future together, you finally breathe freedom… ♥

Pride Month 2021~ Bi Shane Coming Out To Jas (Prompt- Pride)

“Hey, Shane, are you busy next Sunday?” Haley asked, calling him on the phone.

“Uh… not really. I don’t work on weekends, so, no.”

“Cool! Do you want to go to a pride parade with me and Emily?”

“A- a pride parade?” “Yeah! I’m bi, and Emily’s gay, so I was thinking that maybe you’d want to come with us! I mean, I know you’re bi too, so I was just thinking it might be something fun to do together-”

“First of all, I’ve never been to pride before.”

“Not a problem! The town’s parade is pretty small, so it’s a lot less intimidating than the pride in Zuzu.”

“I was going to say- I didn’t even know Pelican Town had a pride parade! I’ve been here my whole life and seen nothing,” Shane noted.

“Well, there haven't been pride parades in the past, but Emily and I are going to start one! Would you like to be the first man participating in the Stardew Valley pride parade?” “Sure, I just… I dunno. Did Lewis okay this?”

“Yeah, he did! If he didn’t, Emily and I would have gone on a purple shorts raid,” she joked.

“You better not have. My aunt loves those purple shorts,” Shane teased back. “But, as long as no one’s going to give us a hard time, I’ll be glad to participate. It just means I’ll have to come out to the whole town. Namely Jas.”

“She’ll understand,” Haley assured. “She’s just an absolute darling of a little girl. Hey, I have an idea- let her paint your nails the bi flag colors and tell her what they mean!”

“That’s a great idea!” Shane told her. “Thanks so much, Haley.”

“No problem. Talk to you later!” “Bye!”

Shane excitedly ran to Jas’s room, feeling weirdly proud of himself for being ready to come out to Jas. He’d always been a little nervous about it, worrying that she wouldn’t understand, but he felt like Haley’s idea was smart.

“Hey, Jas!” Shane knocked on her door. “What’re you doing in there?”

“Just playing with my dolls,” she said, swinging open the door. “Why?” “Well, I was wondering if you wanted to do my nails. I got some pretty neat colors I wanted to try out.”

Jas put her hands on her hips and smirked. “Really? You want your nails to be painted a color other than black?”

“Oh, don’t you sass me!” He tousled her hair. “Yes, I’m positive.”

“Okay! Sit down.” Jas let Shane sit on her floor. “Hold still. What colors do you want to try out? Wait- let me give you an undercoat first.” Shane sat patiently as Jas brushed the clear undercoat on his nails. “So, what colors do you want?” Jas asked again.”

“First, I want you to do my thumbs blue.”

“Okie dokie,” Jas replied, taking out her blue polish and painted Shane’s thumbs. “Now what?”

“Can you do my pinkies and rings pink?”

She obeyed, and Shane finally had her paint his middle and index finger purple.

“Time to dry!” Jas said. “Now we just wait a few hours. Wanna watch me play Legend Of Elaine?”

“First, I want to ask you something,” he asked. “Do you know what these colors mean?” “No,” she admitted. “Why don’t you tell me?” “Well, the blue represents me being attracted to the opposite gender- that’s girls. And the pink-” He took a deep breath, nervous to admit what it meant. “Means that I’m attracted to the same gender- that’s boys. And purple is the overlap between the two. It’s the bisexual flag.”

“Bisexual?” She asked. “Does that mean two? Like a bicycle?”

“Yeah. Only instead of having two wheels, I like both genders.” And all the nonbinary identities in between, he thought to himself, but that was a discussion for another time.

“So you like boys and girls?” Jas questioned. “Yep. And Emily, Haley and I are going to create a parade about this- would… Would you like to come?” And so, Jas and Shane went to that pride parade together. Jas carried around her little ally flag, and Shane wore a bisexual flag as a cape, the tears running down his cheeks. He was so happy. He was so free. He was proud.

Meido Day

What I Think of You Based on The Bachelor You Married:

- this is just for fun! don’t take anything personally :) enjoy! -

Alex: Unashamed to say you have a himbo type. You most likely picked Alex because either A. You think he’s hot or B. You find him kind despite how cocky he was when you first met him. You also probably wish that you could move Rusty to the farm once you marry Alex.

Elliott: You probably write poetry yourself or you read ALL of the time. You probably married him because of his kind nature and how romantic he is. I would assume your love language is words of affirmation. And of course: you LOVE his hair.

Harvey: You most likely relate to his anxiety and his softness. You like guys with dilf energy and glasses. You like that he makes meals for you and constantly cares about your health and well being. You’re also probably into taller men as well, I personally imagine Harvey to be like 6’3” lol.

Sam: Definitely into the whole “golden retriever guy” thing, you like his positive energy and goofy ness. If you draw Sam, I guarantee you try to give him a different hairstyle LOL. You probably have a passion for music and feel comfortable around him.

Sebastian: Mysterious emo boy energy. You probably love either board games/ video games and would rather stay home and enjoy reading a book than going to see a ton of people. You also have an obsession with frogs.

Shane: You relate to Shane either a bit or a lot, no in between. You probably married him because you love seeing someone who was in a dark place finally get better. You also love enemies to lovers stories and have major dilf energy.

One piece headcannon: If Ace ever had a kid he would probably name it Spade