I Just Love To Wake Up With The Feeling That The Day Is Going To Be Bad.
I just love to wake up with the feeling that the day is going to be bad.
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Cook!reader x 141 Masterlist
tags: f!reader, suggestive in some bits, excessive swearing, inaccurate scenarios in regards to base regulations and policies and kitchen policies. this is all fiction (aka I'm making it up as we go)
First Day
Summer Feast
Allowance
Coming Home
Catastrophe
Keegan
What a Rush
Overtime
Paul
Paintball
King
Sugar, yes please! 2 3
Amends (side fics)
Soap
Gaz
Price
Ghost
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Late 2022 and 2023 Master List archive
I'm going to do it month by month, hopefully it won't break at a later date.
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March 2023 (was on hiatus)
April 2023
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November 2023
December 2023
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Kitchen Menace ( Thatch x child!reader x Marco)
Hungry for truth(yandere!Thatch x Reader) Inspired and written by/with @quinloki and 💧 anon
Fists for Family (Rayleigh x child!Reader x Shakky)
Special Treasure (Rayleigh x child!reader x Shakky)
Embracing Feelings and Family (Rayleigh x winged!child!reader)
Tree Escapades (Rayleigh x child!reader x Shakky)
Adventures in the past ( Roger pirates x child!reader)
Midnight Lessons (Mihawk x child!reader)
Picky Eaters, Tricky Givers ( Mihawk x sick!child!reader)
Baby Feathers (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)
Failed Takeoffs (Mihawk x winged!child!reader)
Tough Swordplay (Mihawk x Winged!Child!reader)
Sandy Bonding (Crocodile x Dracule!child!reader)
Circus Escapade (Cross guild x Dracule!child!reader)
Breaking the Cycle (Law x child!reader)
Lost again? ( Heart pirates x child!Dracule!reader)
Thiefs in the making (Chopper x child!reader x Nami ft Sanji)
Unexpected Visit, Unexpected Family (Ace x child!reader x Luffy)
Sleeping Techniques (Shanks x child!reader x Beckman)
His One-Piece (Whitebeard pirates x reader)
Stolen Help ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)
Puppy Love ( Shanks x child!reader x Whitebward pirates)
Enemies Yesterday, Babysitters Today (Whitebeard pirates x Dracule!winged!child!reader)
Lost Birds ( Red Haired Pirates x Dracule!child!reader)
The tale of Cats and Birds ( Zoro x reader)
Secretly Lost ( Zoro x child!reader)
Delivery for One (Crocodile x pigeon!reader) Part two Part three
Rise of the Usurper (Doflamingo x pigeon!reader)
Eyeliner (Eustass kid x sibling!reader)
Killer Timeouts (Eustass Kiddx sibling!reader x Killer)
Chiefs and Brothers (Sabo x Sibling!reader)
Lasting Memories ( Shanks x child!reader)
Pest Problems ( Shanks x Mouse!reader x Benn Beckmann)
Bombs Beware (Ussop x sibling!child!reader)
Cure for Inflictions ( Marco x Reader)
Chilly Prisoner ( Kuzan x hellhound!reader Part 2
Insubordination and Cynophobia (Smoker x Kitsune!Reader)
Lost ways, Found people (Smoker x reader)
Little Stowaway Wanderer (child!Reader x Whitebeard pirates)
Chapter 1
Ace
Unexpected Visit, Unexpected Family (Ace x child!reader x Luffy)
Soaked Set-up (ASL x sister!reader)
Revenge and Teasings (ASLx sister!reader)
Sickly Cuddles ( ASL x sick!sister!reader x Shanks)
Trio Turned Quartet ( ASL x f!child!reader)
Roots (Ace x f!teen!reader)
Izou
Bright Escapes (Whitebeard x gn!reader x Izou)
Marco
Instincts or Recklessness (Marco x reader)
Cure for Inflictions ( Marco x Reader)
Kitchen Menace (Thatch x child!Reader x Marco)
Thatch
Kitchen Menace (Thatch x child!Reader x Marco)
Hungry for truth(yandere!Thatch x Reader) Inspired and written by/with @quinloki and 💧 anon
Whitebeard
Bright Escapes (Whitebeard x gn!child!reader x Izou)
Crew
Menace ahoy (Whitebeard pirates x male!child!reader) (f!version)
Wandering Dragon (Whitebeard pirates x dragon!reader x Revolutionary army) Part 2
His One-Piece (Whitebeard pirates x reader)
Stolen Help ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)
Parties and falls ( Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)
Claws out (Whitebeard pirates x Cat!Reader)
Stuffy Meetings (Whitebeard pirates x child!reader)
Puppy Love ( Shanks x child!reader x Whitebeard pirates)
Enemies Yesterday, Babysitters Today (Whitebeard pirates x Dracule!winged!child!reader)
Apawling attitude (Whitebeard pirates x f!cat!child!reader)
Solace and Comfort (Whitebeard pirates, Mihawk x gn!child!teader)
Demonically adorable (Whitebeard pirates x Nezuko!reader) Part 2
Baby Stowaway (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)
Birds of a bunny (Whitebeard pirates x f!child!bunny!reader)
Reckless charmers (Whitebeard pirates x f!reader)
Naughty Bratty (Whitebeard pirates x gn!child!reader)
Unexpected Reasons ( Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)
Abandoned Treasure ( Whitebeard pirates x f!child!reader)
Little Stowaway Wanderer (Oc!child x whitebeard pirates)
Chapter 1
Little Stowaway Wanderer (child!Reader x Whitebeard pirates)
Chapter 1
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Heart Pirates
Kidd Pirates
Marines
Straw Hat Pirates
Red Haired Pirates
Revolutionary Army
Roger Pirates
Whitebeard Pirates
Crossguild
Others (Perona, Doflamingo)
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Roach x Medic! reader
Medic reader is hopeless about furthering her small relations with Roach, until one un mistakeable opportunity arises to grow closer with the quiet soldier.
Word count: 1200
gn!reader x roach !!
Persistent beeping of machinery in the infirmary encapsulated my ears entirely, as I focused on packing up the last of my medical supplies after a long grueling day on the job.
Being a medic here was never easy work, horrible wounds and people in agony is a sight I had to see and treat on the daily. Sometimes, the turmoil all catches up to me.
On rare quiet moments where I was the one of the only people left in the infirmary, and nothing but the sounds of beeping filled my ears was when reflection of the day made my psyche weak.
As I put away the last tool at my station I found myself unable to get up from my small wheeled chair. My vision zoned out on the doorway and that damned beeping was almost deafening as I recalled all of the horrors I had seen just this day. The gruesome wounds, the cries of pain, the feeling of defeat when you know there is nothing left you can do to save a life, even when saving people is your primary job.
A person entered the doorway, and the figure that was at first unrecognizable in my half unconscious state, became starkly clear as I came to my senses and looked up at the approaching soldier.
Him.
Roach. This alias was the only name I knew him by, but that was enough for me. His awfully quiet demeanor was of stark contrast to the rest of his task force he belonged to, the rest of the force following closely behind him while in conversation.
They always pass through the medical bay on their way back to the barracks at the end of the day, a path in which I welcome with open arms. Even the passing sight of Roach was enough to lift my spirits slightly, though no words are being exchanged between us in this passage, hardly a fleeting moment of eye contact.
My infatuation with him was a slow growing one, with his small silent acts of kindness towards me everytime I served him in my medical bay making my heart grow fond of him. Consistent muted demeanor was not only something I have never seen in the soldiers I treat, but also something that adds a level of mystery to my mystery man.
I glanced up to meet eyes with Soap, who was now in front of the task force members and steadily making his way towards the barracks.
“y/n”
He acknowledged me with a small smile and greeting nod as he passed, a greeting I met with my own affirming nod.
Roach was now the last in the lineup of passers by, I knew that even the short lasting presence of his would make me forget about my current feeling of deprecation towards my job, and boost my emotions.
His eyes, which could barely be seen from behind his goggles, met mine for a second, had a small crinkle to them and a certain gleam that would indicate that he was casting a smile in my direction, a gesture that I could feel make my cheeks heat up.
Such a silly thing for me to feel, I thought to myself as I was once again in the medical bay all alone. Such feelings for a man I rarely see, a man who has not verbally returned the words I exchanged to him, a man whose presence was swallowed in secrecy.
I pondered as I was returning to my own quarters what I could possibly do to increase my interaction levels with Roach. It would be a bit strange for one of the medics to begin trailing a sergeant without any established reason like a lost dog, and no other form of resolve came to mind.
An empty bed was what I crawled into with the prospect of Roach still on my mind. I have always taken full acknowledgement to myself that he most likely barely registers me in his mind, but still; tiny glimmers of hope always serge through me everytime he gives me that familiar gleaming stare.
I thought any attempts I would make towards getting closer to him could be futile.
Last fleeting thought sin my half awake state consistent of incoherent hopes for some sort of opportunity to get closer to this silent masked man,
One can only hope.
。 。 。
Four knocks in rapid succession upon my door was what woke me up the next groggy morning.
Confusion filled my head immediately. People almost never need me or my skill set so desperately they feel they need to come to my quarters, especially so early in the morning. Cracking open the door, the familiar friendly face of Laswell meets me.
“Oh! Morning Laswell,”
I say rubbing my eyes driving away the last feelings of sleep. Her face appears lenient, but with an underlying appearance of some form of worry, something I have never seen in Laswell before.
“Is there something wrong in the medbay?”
I inquired, not knowing what else she could possibly need from me so desperately.
“Y/n, your file states that you have had an extensive history as a sniper, and by the sounds of it you were a damn good one at that.”
My eyes widen in curiosity at such an opening statement. What could have possibly provoked her to dig up my file, let alone read it? It was true my service used to include me being exclusively a recon sniper, but I did not see how such a skill would impact my work as a medic.
I nod my head at her slowly, Not yet knowing her intentions behind this visit had me approaching with severe caution.
“Well, call it late notice but we have a task force going on a mission where the skills of a sniper are needed. I asked around and discovered you used to have quite skill set for the job.”
“What?”
I look at her with unmasked bafflement. Why would I of all people be the first selected for such a high rank sounding mission, as a medic?
“Your extensive skills as a medic also play a contributing role, they could use one out on the field, you know.”
I glanced down at the floor, trying to make sense of the situation. Should I even accept? The proposition sounded too daunting for me, especially considering I have not used a gun let alone picked up one for several months now.
“Why me of all people?”
I decided to ask. Be it blunt or not, the curiosity of these circumstances were eating away at me.
Laswell paused in a moment of thought, before smiling in remembrance.
“One of the members of this force recommended you in particular to be the member joining this mission. Would have never even known you used to be a sniper without them.”
I squint my eyes for her looking for an answer to who could have possibly recommended me into such a specific mission. The more compounding thought that came first was which task force was even being discussed. I tilt my head at her.
‘Which task force?”
“141.”
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This is my first attempt at writing a fanfiction ever! Was not pleased with the lack of Roach love.
Should I continue this??
To future me. Please read it. It's funny and good and funny.
~Darkest fear~
The boys of 141 find out your darkest fear.
Warning: Swearing and mentions of needles.
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How well did you fit in with the boys of 141. Too well. From day one you and Soap instantly connected. Price called you Soap 2.0. Why? Because your sarcasm and wit had you and Soap bantering for hours on end. Everything you two would say would just feed and complement the others. And God help whoever you were making fun of that day. One time Gaz had to endure two hours of back and forth. You had worked with Price before, and you were already close. Gaz you become quick friends with. And Ghost, well although slightly intimidated by the giant you came to respect one another, and the specialist abilities you both held.
After all, you were respectful and kind. You always wore a smile and they would never admit it but to them you were like a little ball of sunshine. Or like a cute little puppy.
One day, about two days before your next mission you walked into base. Into the shared common area. To your surprise you found Gaz, Soap, and Ghost all standing around the far side of the table.
“What's going on?” you asked. Hearing the door shut behind you. You glanced back to see Price locking it and then placing his body in between you and the exit.
“You alright captain?” you asked hesitantly seeing his nervous look.
“Damn cap, you look like you're trying to shit a brick,” Soap commented with a bemused chuckle. He wore a smirk that showed he was far too happy to be there.
“She can't be that bad,” Gaz shrugged, gesturing to you.
“What am I bad at?” You asked with a confused chuckle.
“Alright love. Now I want you to be calm,” Price raised his hands like he was talking to an injured animal. Love, it was a nickname all the british lads used.
“Calm, what you on abou-” Your words trailed off as you spotted the syringe in his hand. It was a shot. A vaccination of some kind. Instantly you scooted away from him moving around the table. Your blood ran cold as adrenaline filled your every being. You were scared of needles. Scared to the point where you would do anything to keep away from them.
“The fuck is that cap?” You asked lowly.
“Wait, you're really scared of needles?” Soap chuckled at your reactions as you hide yourself behind him.
“Love, come on now,” Price was really trying his best.
“Price, I told you. I fucken told you. You drug the fuck out of me and then that's when you give me the fucking shot,” You had a plan, one Price knew about and had done before for quite a few of your shots. You would take a sedative and that's when they would stick you. Was it ethical, no in the slightest. but it was the only way of giving you a shot without anyone getting hurt.
“I know, but this one needs to be taken when you're conscious. Something bout side effects or what not,” he explained calmly.
“I told you how I get cap,” you mumbled, pointing an accusing finger at him as you shifted from side to side.
“I know, that's why I got the lads here,” he said, nodding to them. You looked at the three that surrounded you with betrayal.
“You're in on this?” You asked. “Come on lass, it's just a little needle,” Soap smirked loving the ammo he was receiving to tease you later with. "I thought you Australians were supposed to have nerves of steel?" he joked.
“I don't think you guys understand the severity of this. I turn feral ok. I once almost bit a doctor's finger off, ok,” You admitted honestly.
“Almost?” Ghost asked.
“It doesn't matter. Cap you can't do this alright. Let's just do it tomorrow yeah?” You said as you went to slip out of the little corral they had you in only for Gaz to hold up his hand to stop you.
“Grab her,” Price gave the order.
“Eat a dick Price!” You snapped. Gaz was the first to reach for you. With a cocky and bemused smirk, he went to grab you. A cocky smirk that was slammed against the table. Everyone's eyes went wide at the movement. You had ducked under his hand taking ahold of it and grabbed his neck slamming his face onto the table. It was a reaction; one you had no control over.
“Oh my god, I'm sorry,” You rushed out the words shocked at your own actions. Soap was the next one to reach for you, well more like tackle. You crouched sliding to your left through Ghost's legs.
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A few other soldiers on the base stared in confusion at the barrack building. What sounded like a bar fight was happening inside. The sounds of breaking furniture and shattering plates filled the air.
There was a shocking amount of swearing and a few choice sentences before you slammed through the window. Shattering it upon impact and landing from the three story building in a tuck and roll.
And then you legged it. Like the devil himself was on your heels. There was another commotion before the three men stumbled out of the room, Pierce with a busted nose, Gaz holding his head, Ghost dusting the remnants of a broken glass of his shoulder and Soap still laying on the floor inside curled up in the fetal position. His hands clutching his family jewels.
“How the fucks did she do that?” Price muttered in confusion as they watched your disappearing figure.
The boys in all their wisdom beside to treat giving you the shot like a mission. On the thoroughly planned and scoped out before enacting. Little did they know it would be one of their hardest missions yet. They tried to administer the shot 29 times. Every time they would come up with a different plan. They had tried everything, bribery, outsmarting you, trapping you. None of it worked, you always managed to get away.
“Macgyver!” You bloody froze as you heard your call sign. At that very moment you sat perched up in the very high corner of an aircraft hangar. Had you scaled the walls to get there, yes, was it your greatest idea, no. But you weren't thinking logically. You knew it was stupid how frightened you got but you just weren't able to control it.
“We know you're here,” they called again. You peeked around the large beam spotting only Ghost in the entrance. Instantly you looked for the others. Were they trying to trap you again?
“Come on Sargent,” He was your Lieutenant. You should have listened to him. But you kept your mouth shut happily perched in your little hidey hole.
“It's fine. Just so you know Gaz it hurt. Idiot sprained his ankle running afta ya,” He informed. Instantly you felt guilty, and a little worried for your teammate. You wanted to get down and help, but you also knew the possibility of it being a trap. Ghost waited a few moments before cursing under his breath. He began to search the hanger. Under every trap inside every plane. Around every corner. He looked like he was about to give up. Then out of sheer luck for him, and anything but luck for you he looked up. Instantly the two of you made eye contact. He stared for a moment truly grasping the situation, trying to forget about how exactly you got up there.
“The fuck you doing up there?” his gruff voice asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
“Thought it looked like a comfortable place to sit,” you shrugged nonchalantly. Ghost took in the awkward sit/balanced crouch you had going on.
“Oh yeah, it looks real comfortable,” he said.
“Well I am,” you stated.
“Right, well come on now, fun's over,” he nodded for you to come down.
“Respectfully sir. Suck a dick” Ghost propped an eyebrow at the insult. With your apologetic expression he knew you didn't mean it, but he had to admit. It was refreshing to see someone who was willing to insult him. “Fine, well it's either you get down yourself or I come get you,” he gave you the ultimatum.
“You're right, Let my just give up now and come down. Just like you said,'' You pretended to get ready to descale the walls.
“Thankyou,” Ghost was actually genuinely thankful. He thought by some miracle you were actually going to listen to him.
“Yeah you know just let me,” Quickly snapping back to your original position you flipped him off. He stared for a few bewildered moments.
“That's just childish,” he said.
“You're a child,” you snapped back.
“Right,” Ghost huffed, walking up to the beams. You watched him as he struggled to scale the walls. After all he was a big man, he was carrying a lot of weight. As he finally reached the beam you were on he turned to look at you. Only you weren't there. He frowned looking down to see you sliding down a beam and hitting the ground.
“Fuck,” he quickly did the same. Hearing the thunderous footsteps of Ghost feet would be encouragement enough for anyone to run for their lives. To you it was a reminder that you not only insulted your lieutenant but you flipped him off and called him a child. You had just made it outside of the hanger.
Now you were fast, the fastest on the team when it came to running. You could have outrun him. Only when you stepped out into the open did you feel a sharp pain hit your left ass cheek.
“Fucking Ass!” you came to a small hopping stop as you looked for the culprit. A little red feathered dart had been plugged into the soft tissue of your ass.
“Did you just shoot a dart at my ass!” Your bewildered and angry yell was directed to the general direction of where it had come from. Price sat on the roof of a nearby building, dart gun in hand, Gaz by his side with a pair of binoculars.
“Direct hit,” GAz announced.
“She's pissed,” Soap commented as they watched your little tantrum.
Later that night you stood outside on your little makeshift patio area. You hand rubbing the still stinging spot on your ass with a permanent frown. Hearing the door open you snapped your head around to glare. Ghost silently walked out and stood beside you.
“Using Gaz was a low blow,” you grumbled. Ghost silently looked over you, your cute little frown. It reminded him of a toddler that wasn't allowed to have chocolate.
“Then what do you call kicking Johnny in the balls?” he asked.
“Tactical,” you grumbled. You were surprised to hear the softest huff of a chuckle come from Ghost. It was times like these you wish you could see his expression. But you were sure you saw the side of his mask where the edge of a smile would be, tilt upwards. The idea of Ghost smiling had you chuckling.
“What's so funny?” he asked.
“All this, I'm a medic you think I'd be comfortable with needles,” you chuckled.
“That ain’t funny. Soap getting kicked in the balls. That's funny. Fucker deserved it,” Ghost said. You chuckled again. Ghost glanced over at you, he liked your laugh. It was always a true honest one.
“Well I guess I should apologize about the disrespect I've shown today,” With a deep sigh you stood at attention. “I apologize for the disrespect I showed and not listening to orders,” You said with an embarrassed smile.
“So what will be the punishment, Lieutenant?” You asked. This was the first time you had done anything wrong with the boys. While they seemed ok with it, you were used to the military hierarchy. You had insulted a higher ranking officer once. It didn't go so well. You expected Ghost to be no different.
“Not gonna punish you,” he shrugged. You let out a relieved sigh closing your eyes. “But,” when you opened them again, Ghost was standing directly in front of you. On instinct you stepped back, hitting the pole you had been leaning on. Ghost closed the distance. You swallowed as he stepped close enough for you to feel his body heat, your neck craned back to make eye contact with him.
“Don't ever call me a child again,” he stated his voice dropping into a serious tone. You quickly nodded with an awkward chuckle. It was meant to be intimidating, Ghost had used his size to intimidate before. While you were intimidated there was one thing that kept your attention. You could have sworn you could see a smirk under that mask.
“Um, yeah sure,” You muttered. Leaning down he hovered his head by your ear, his hot breath faint through the mask but you could still feel it. You felt your heart jump. skip a beat and then rattle the back of your throat. Why was he so close?
“I promise you love I'm no kid,” he whispered. You were barely able to frown at his comment when something pricked your thigh.
“The fuck was that?” you asked at the small amount of pain giving Ghost’s chest a soft shove. He stepped back holding his hand up that held an empty syringe.
“You bastard,” you whispered. Now you were sure he was smirking. You could see it in his eyes.
“Price thought it best not to tell you about the second shot,” he shrugged nonchalantly. Wow, so he basically just gave you a mini heart attack just to give you a shot.
“Next time I need to take blood from you I'm gonna miss your veins so many times,” you threatened half heartedly.
“Good thing I'm not scared of needles,” he said, his eyes shining smugly.
“You..” You glared at the tease. He simply turned towards the door.
“Fuckers,” you grumbled as you watched him walk back into the barracks.
She/They English is my second language, I shit you not I just lurk around, happy to talk to people :D
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