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lostandfoundbook · 6 months ago

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Chapter 9

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Alex had a few weeks to make her choice. She decided she couldn't stay with Everette, and she couldn't go down the path of pain and suffering again. She had done it many times in the past. She journaled a lot and was able to decompress her feelings in this manner. She'd re-read through her journal and reminisce on the memories she latched onto.

Having amnesia was extremely weird. Sometimes when people asked her things, it was like she just knew she knew it, but she couldn't place her finger on it. Like somebody who needed glasses, taking them off, and asking them to read a book. All the lines between her life were blurred together, one gap in-between.

Currently, Alex and the other cast members were sitting in the back of the stage, all dawned up in their leotards and costumes. Some people were dressed in 19th century clothing despite the time frame Spring Awakening took place in. It matched the ballet, however, and Alex liked it.

She turned to face Brandon. "Do you think we could take a picture?"

The entire group clamored in whispers and giggles, excited to be apart of the process. Alex whipped out her phone and handed it to Brandon. "You have the longest arms." She shrugged.

"Okay, everyone say 'Sneeze'!"

"Sneeze!" the whole group yells out, a few of them continuing to giggle. "Here you go"

"You alright with me posting this?" Alex asked, looking towards the other cast mates. Nobody said no, so she continued on her way. She stepped away from the crowd of people and posted it on instagram with the caption "happy to be back in theatre" all lowercase. She posted it and then headed over to Twitter, where she noticed she was trending. She scrunched up her nose and clicked open the hashtag.

"Andie Gray pictured with boyfriend Everette Hart!" There was much disgust in the comments below, but also, a lot of people rooting for Alex. She sighed out, and shook her head. Of course Everette would pick today of all days to try to launch their relationship. By this point, she had already had multiple phone calls with him discussing how they absolutely, would not work out, under any circumstances.

He said he didn't want to hear it until she said it to his face. She refused to see him again, and so instead they sat in Schrodinger's dating sphere. She scrolled back down to her original timeline and retweeted a few posts before copy pasting her Instagram post onto Twitter. That ought to add fire to the flames. People will be so jealous they didn't get tickets, they'll completely forget about Everette.

She was basically hard-launching her platonic relationship with Oliver to the public, as well. By this point, it would be pretty obvious that if she was apart of one of his productions, that she'd somehow made up with him. She herself didn't know how it happened, so she didn't get into it, But now EVERYBODY would be asking her about it. In the mean time, she tried to ignore it.

Instead she focused on the fact that she only had thirty minutes until she was set to go on stage. Thirty long minutes that felt like torture. She just wanted everything to be done and over with, and passing the time felt impossible when you were supposed to stay backstage.

"Does anyone have anything to do?" Alex asked out as she walked back towards the crowd. "We could text people. Drink some tea. Rehearse one last time before we go."

Alex eyed up Brandon before making a judgement in her head. "Lets go through the lift one last time. And then we should run Mama Who Bore Me Reprise in the studio room just in case. And maybe we could text a few people."

Brandon's eyes lit up in fear "You want to do the lift?!"

"Yay! Let's call people!" Julia added in.

"You can do it!" Scott clapped his hand onto Brandon's shoulder and the two met eye to eye for a moment, before Brandon looks away, blushing. Those two are totally going to get together at one point, Alex thought to herself. "Okay. Yes. I want to do the lift. We can do it! And I do need to call my PR people and check in..."

"Okay! Then get ready, Alex, because I'm about to catch you!"

"You better!" She jokes, giving him a stern look playfully. "Ready?" she gave him a single nod.

"Ready."

She began sprinting towards him and jumped into the air a bit too early, crashing into Brandon. "Ouch!"

"That wasn't supposed to happen. That was my fault."

Brandon rubbed his head. "Is that what it feels like every time I drop you?" Alex let out a little giggle. "I wouldn't know, I can't feel what you're feeling. But... probably. Get up and let's do it again"

"Are you sure? I'm pretty confident I can do it..."

Alex held her hand out and put the other on her hip. "I'm not THAT bad." She raised her eyebrow and kicked her leg out to the side. She was wearing pointe shoes that she'd have to change out of after the first scene which accentuated her movements. Brandon grabbed her hand and hoisted himself up.

"Alright. Give me distance."

Alex did a mini-sprint backwards before stretching out her arms. "Ready?"

He nodded towards her this time, and she started sprinting again. She used her arms to give her momentum she didn't have previously, and she catapulted herself into his arms. Once again, his knees were weak and shake-y underneath him. It would've need nice if he'd been able to stabilize it at this point to minimize the risk of dropping her.

He lifted her up into the air when he slowly lifted her down in front of him with one arm, her arm sitting straight out mirroring his to steady her own balance. She reached the floor En Pointe and turned to look at him. "We did it!"

"Yes, we did!"

Alex looked towards the crowd, who were all doing their own form of rehearsing. "Hey, can we get the ensemble for the Reprise? Call if you need us. You have my number"

A few people out of the crowd came tagging along as Alex led them all towards the sound-proof studio room just next door.

When they finished rehearsing the Reprise, Alex was feeling like she needed SOMETHING to do before she went insane. She scrolled through her contacts on her phone and selected Greg's name. It rang once. Twice. Three times. "Hello?"

She beamed at the other end of the line. "Hi Greg, It's Alex. I'm looking for PR help. You're who I call, right?"

There was a sigh on the other end of the line. "This is about Everette? We can't do anything about it--"

"No. I was thinking, I go heavy handed and promote the theatre show I'll be doing."

The line was silent for a few minutes. Alex made her way back towards the backstage area and noticed how worn down the buildings back on this side of the hotel looked. Very dilapidated and elegant at the same time. You could tell it was built a long time ago.

"Alright, listen. We can give you all the promo in the world you need, but right now, we need music."

Alex nearly stopped in place as she heard the words ringing in her ears. She wasn't ready to return to music yet. It was too raw of a process for her. It was barring her entire soul into one piece over and over and over again until it's pure perfection. It's sending your emotions out into the world as a gift, with the recipient being able to deny it at any given moment, leading to heartbreak.

Alex wasn't ready for heartbreak, yet. That's why she kept avoiding Everette. She knew that those paths in her life lead to nothing but sorrow and anguish. They tug on the blurriest memories of hers, telling her that she's missing SOMETHING important. It nags at her soul, and it kept repeating itself. "find it. find me."

Maybe music was the way to find it? "Listen... I'll consider writing a single... maybe. I'm going through a break up right now and I--"

"Perfect! Use that material for a new song."

Alex frowned. "You know, these are the kinds of conversations I have with my producer and management, not my PR team."

"In terms of PR, we are drowning. You've mysteriously fallen ill which has left us with the aftermath of whatever has happened. The people asking for comments, the people looking for interviews, all of the people who are asking where you've been-- it's starting to become our problem. You need something that will shocked these people enough to leave an impression and tell them all you're safe."

"Tell them I'm safe?" she questioned, as if she hadn't questioned it before. Was she safe at the hotel? Instantly, yes. 100% yes, the hotel is safe.

"I am safe."

There was a hardy sigh on the other line of the phone. "I know that. You know that. Do THEY know that? Or have you been too vague."

Alex had fully made her way backstage and was surrounded by her other castmates as she next spoke out the words "Okay. I'll release another song."

For a minute, she didn't even think about it. It wasn't until she looked up from her phone call and saw everyone with saucers for eyes. "What?"

"You're making more music? You've been on hiatus forever! Like, before coming here forever." Brandon spoke out, seeming the most excited. "Everyone is going to lose their minds when they hear it."

Alex playfully pushed him away from her before she chewed on the inside of her lip. Were people really excited to hear her music? "Would you still like my music if I changed styles..." Alex hung up the call without listening to what Greg was saying.

"Or producers" Julia added on. "What? No! I like Benji's producing" Scott added on. It all felt very surreal to her. Like she had been given tickets to her own fan club meeting. And in a way, she had. These people were her friends, yes, but they also cared about and supported her career.

It was a little glimpse into the minds of the people who loved her.

"I might have to change producers. Maybe. It'd be easier to record here, I think. But I don't even know what I'm really allowed to do. I'm just staying here, not living here, so I don't know what amenities I'm allowed to use."

"It's so cool, though!" Scott began "You get to try out all these cool things. I just work here, you know. I constantly wonder what it would be like living here full time. The pool, the mini plaza they tried to recreate. It all seem so.. lavish."

Alex didn't have to stop to consider it. She already knew it was an extravagant place to live. She barely touches the surface of it, but she understood deeply. "Yeah, it really is."

Out of the corner of her eye, Alex could see the director staring her down. "Give me a second, yeah?"

She walked over to where he walk standing. She was instantly hit by his aroma, some kind of perfume that smelt expensive. And nice. "You're all ready? All prepared?" He asked out as she met his eyes. "Yes, we've even got all the music down proper. We're ready for this."

His eyes narrowed "I've never had so many people show up to one of my shows"

"Really?"

He nodded in affirmation. She stepped around him to peek outside the curtain, and could see the seats jam packed. Some people were on their phones, while others talked to the people around them. The light were all low except for the multiple spotlights angled at the stage, lighting it up. There had to be at least three thousand people inside of here.

"What's the capacity?"

"Three thousand five hundred. We had to stop accepting people at the front door. We told them there were no tickets. We can't afford to mess anything up tonight." He gave her a glare, as if she were the commanding force here. Any sense of authority that he once had seemed to have left his body. Her voice was steady as she spoke "We won't. We've been practicing for weeks."

A moment of silence between the two before Dr. Mike the director regained his composure and walked away. Alex has a charm to her that made people drop their guard whenever she was around. It was her special gift to the world.

She turned back toward her cast mates and took a deep breath of recognition. "Are you guys ready? We go on in two minutes and we have a full house."

Julia smiled deeply. "Oh, yes. We've got this. I've been waiting for this my whole life." Alex gave a half smile as she turned towards the rest. "And you guys?"

"We're ready, Alex."

She sighed. "Good, because I just told the director we're ready. Now is go time. Everyone get your last sip of tea and make sure your props are all in place. Where is the stage manager, by the way?"

"Karen's over there." Scott pointed towards the other side of the stage, where the director and the stage manager stood together, talking. "Alright. Everything's in order then." She brushed off the wrinkles in her clothes and stepped towards the curtains.

The crowd was bustling with life and threatened to intrude on her thoughts of composure. There really were so many people. Benji never used to pull crowds like this, and neither did Alex. She didn't know what type of shows she did before her accident (namely because she couldn't remember, but also because of the drugs she'd done at the time), but she knew this had to have been her biggest show yet.

"What are you thinking about right now, Andie?" Julia asked out, placing a hand on her shoulder. She nearly jumped from the skin-to-skin contact but managed to compose herself. "I'm thinking that this is a shit ton of people..." She finally replied.

"Yeah.. It's your biggest show, yet. But it's ALL of our biggest shows ever, and for some of us, it's our first time on the big stage. We're all a big ball of nerves. Try to use that for the performance, yeah?"

Alex nodded. She walked over towards her binder and phone laying on a table in the back and picked up her phone. She scrolled over to twitter and looked through the notifications. A lot of the people showing up were her fans, and they managed to get last minute tickets within the 25 minutes of her posting. This was the reason it was so full. It was because of her.

She was nervous. She didn't get nervous often. It was an emotion she tucked away into the corners of her mind and suppressed them as hard as she could. There was no time to be nervous when you had to focus on the roar of the crowd in front of you, cheering your name.

It was time to get into their places, and everyone in the cast quickly ran to the strike marks that had been placed on the ground and waited for their cues. They we're all mic-ed up, and full of glee and nerves. As the call for curtains to rise came, all Alex knew was that she came face to face with Oliver sitting in the crowd.

She could feel the butterflies in her stomach as she remembered what Avery had told her. This could be a good thing, but right now she couldn't focus on anything but him as she tried to avoid making eye contact with the crowd. It became nerve wracking. She channeled her energy into her character as she took a breath and she began to sing

'Mama who bore me, Mama who gave me, No way to handle things, Who made me so sad'

She was mock-standing in front of a mirror in a short white tutu, and she drew her leg out to her side as she sang. She begun to dance in a way that portrayed her emotions, expressive, youthful, and free. It was a very contemporary piece, and she found herself wondering if Oliver understood that.

She began running through the routine she'd been learning weeks previous. Her developpe was high pointed in the air with one arms mirroring her leg, and the other straight out by her side. Her soul lead her into her next position, a simple attitude croise devant. It was meant to represent your inner child, and was mirrored after children ballet.

Alex was perfect with this. These were the years she was allowed to perfect and grow, the same way she continued to grow on the stage as the song furthered.

'Some pray that one day, Christ will come a'-callin, They light a candle, And hope that it glows'

From here she felt her worries of Oliver sitting there begin to fade away as she began to get lost in the character. The feeling of being unknowing, uncaring, and fearless. Truly innocent and youthful. So full of joy. That was who the character Wendla truly was to her.

Her simple dancing turned into something more advanced as she continued on with a fouette. She passed her working leg in front of her body whilst spinning, and twisted her arms by her side as she did so, giving her momentum. She bended her knees to steady out the movement, and continued singing as she did so.

'And some just lie there crying, For Him to come and find them, But when He comes they don't know how to go'

From there her dancing stopped, and the ensemble members began to walk into main stage. Three girls on each side of Alex, each holding a candle with a flame on the end of it. It shocked her weeks ago when she learned they were allowed to use open flames in Oliver's theatre. She guessed the rules must be different when you aren't working with a dilapidated building that was falling apart around you.

She ended the beginning song of the musical with interpretive dance, pulling her hands up to her face and letting the back up dancers drown her out.

Performing the musical had actually been really easy. Of course, there were hard moments. Like the grave scene. Alex had to work hard to not keep crying throughout the rest of the ending scenes. Once she locked onto a character, it was really hard for her to get out of that mindset. Once she's crying, she's crying. All the nerves that she might have been suppressing came barreling out.

The ending scene got her heavily worked up, too. She was sat backstage crying while other people were busy massaging their ever-swollen feet. Ballet-feet were never pretty, but it could wait ten more minutes for Alex to deal with her emotions.

And lastly, Alex almost couldn't handle the pressure of knowing Oliver's eyes were on her. Watching her. Judging her. She hadn't had the time to remember the Survive event, but she knew this is why she felt such pressure for it to really be... perfect. Everything had to be perfect.

By the time that everyone was doing their bows, Alex saw Oliver stand up to clap with the rest of the people. He must have really liked it. She didn't know when she started caring about his opinion, but right now she really did. She saw him eyeing her up as she walked off the stage, going to greet a couple of her fans.

"Oh my god, hi!" one of them chirped. "I can't believe you're really here!" Another squawked.

"I know!" a third added on. "It's like a dream come true! You're doing professional theatre!"

Alex barely got a word in edge wise. She was just excited to see them here for her, supporting her, excited in their own little worlds. She took photos for them and signed their playbill proudly. They gawked and prodded about her life, which she left vague answers to. "Hey, do you mind? I think I've got another visitor" Alex eventually said, pointed towards Oliver's direction. He was pretending to not watch them by looking through the adverts attached to his own playbill.

"Of course! We're all so glad you patched things up. Well. Most of us. I'm glad!" The first girl said before getting dragged away by the other two. They giggled and talked as they walked away.

"Hey" Alex said, meeting eye to eye with Oliver for just a moment before looking away again. "Full crowd tonight"

"Yeah, you guys did great." Oliver finally said, putting the playbill in his suit jacket pocket. "You really think so?"

"Yeah. You want to go for a walk?" Oliver's eyes looked relaxed and comforting, as if they were inviting Alex to take a swim in them. They were inviting to look at, and she didn't feel any pressure to look away when she looked at him.

She felt that way with people, sometimes. Like their eye contact was so potent she might just combust into flame right then and there. But Oliver's eyes weren't like that. They soothed her unkempt soul like they were dousing her internal flame with a bucket of water.

"Obviously. Let me change real quick, though, it'll take me five minutes max."

Oliver raised a questioning eyebrow at her as she darted off up the stairs of the stage and into the backstage area. Alex quickly shed herself of her tutu and hair bun as she made her way into the dressing room, scavenging around for her book bag. She shed the rest of her costume and tossed it to the side.

She put on a black pair of sweatpants and a white tank top. She undid her point shoes and threw them across the room, cursing them out in her head as she did so. She eye'd up her blisters before eventually deciding to just go barefoot. Her messy blonde curly hair sat poofily against her shoulders as she fought to zip her bag clothes, launching it around her shoulder.

She darted back out of the backstage area. It looked so hollow and empty. It was a stark comparison to an hour and a half ago when it was bursting at the seams with life. She continued to make her way out of the door, shutting it behind her.

"Where are we gonna go?" she asked as she pitter-pattered her way up to him. "No shoes?" he asked. She just shook her head. "They hurt."

He shrugged with his facial expression and the two continued on their way. Oliver had his hands in his pockets as they made their way out of the theatre, walking down the hallways of the hotel. Oliver eventually broke the silence however, speaking as they walked. "You did good"

"It felt good. I've missed being apart of theatre."

"Why'd you stop?"

Alex looked out over the banister of the walkway. She could see she was on the ground floor and there was a center plaza in the middle full of seating and plants. A single front desk area sat unattended. "I don't know. I never got that far in the story."

Oliver understood what she meant. "Well, you're doing well in writing a new chapter."

"Minus a few bumps and bruises along the way"

Oliver took his hands out of his pockets and rubbed them together. "Every good character has flaws. Like Wendla."

"Right. Or like Ilse." She corrected. "I relate to her story more, despite playing Wendla. I mean, running away with an artist colony to do drugs?"

Oliver shook his head. "I never interpreted it at her doing drugs."

Alex laughed. "Ether? What else is that supposed to be?"

He smiled a look of contemned with the situation, as if he had been wrong and was okay with it. "Right. And you relate to that more? Running away to do drugs?"

It was another emotional bid of honestly from Alex. "Yeah. I mean, that's basically what I'm doing now, isn't it? It's what I've done in the past. Lots of running. Lots of drugs." The air was thick between the two, as if they were the only people in the world as they spoke.

"But what were you running from?" he asked, turning to look at her as she did. She looked down towards her feet. She noticed how red and swollen they'd become after she removed her shoes. She'd have to patch them up and bandage them when she got back to the room.

"Myself. My parents. My life. I think that's what my career started out as, really. Escapism. A form of entertainment to guide myself through school, at first. Then through college, before I dropped out. I couldn't afford it anymore. Then I ran from that, too."

"You do a lot of running, don't you?"

It was true. Parkour, dance, working out, actual running, it had always been her thing. Literally and metaphorically. She ran a lot. She confirmed his statement with a nod. She didn't seem to do a lot of talking, while saying everything at the same time.

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

She stopped to think for a minute. She was STARVING, but if she stopped moving, she might not start again. Her stomach growled as she was actively thinking about it. "I heard that. We should."

"It wasn't that loud!" Alex retorted, raising a hand to her stomach as she did. "It was. I literally heard it. We're getting food. It's this way."

Alex could see people out of the corner of her eye, but she ignored them and let herself fall into the world in front of her. Truly living in the moment as she tried to let the rest of the world fade away. She was tired, and a bit disoriented at this point. Fully exhausted from head to toe.

"I know where the food center is. I go there often."

"Well then. You don't need me."

The thought tugged on Alex's heart strings. "Noooo stop. You're just being evil, now." That earned her a giggle out of Oliver's mouth. A small one. The kind that you only let out with close friends. Subtle and gruff.

"So you need me?" He added on playfully, clearly teasing.

"Well, obviously I need you. I would be out of a house without you. I think I lived with Everette."

Oliver raised an eyebrow at her. "I'd need a drink at the end of the day, too, If I had to deal with him all day." Having conversations with him was easy. It was truthful. He always said what he meant, and meant what he said. There were no hidden agenda's behind his words. Just the brutal honestly of hating Everette.

"Yeah. I think I'm glad I don't remember that."

The two turned the corner to the food center, where all the lights were out except for a few building. "Oh."

"Yeah, I guess it is getting pretty late" Oliver finally said, crossing his arm to look at his watch. "It's 10 o'clock."

Alex pursed her lips. "I'm hungry!"

Oliver looked her in the eyes for a moment before nodding. "I know where we can get free food."

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everwitch-magiks · 3 years ago

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RWRB Fics Roundup

Hey y’all! Once upon a time I had the ambition to post links on here to all the fics and new chapters that I publish on AO3, and I think it’s safe to say that I’ve been an absolute disaster at that over the summer. In my defense I’ve just had so much to write, but that’s not much of a defense seeing as it doesn’t take ages to chuck a link on here. Anyhow. Bottom line is, I’ve severely neglected it, and it’s gotten to a point where I’m just gonna make a post with links to everything I’ve written since June (ish) for you to peruse, so you can see if there’s one that you didn’t catch wind of that catches your eye now. Neat, huh?

So, without further ado, the links! The fics! Let’s go.

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Love At First Bark General Audiences, AU, tooth-rotting fluff. 3K. ��I still don’t know your name, do I?” Henry watches Alex where he’s crouched down in front of David and gently scratching David below his chin. David absolutely loves Alex. Henry can relate. “It’s David,” Henry supplies. “Cool,” Alex says. “And what’s the dog’s name?” Henry blinks at him. “... David?” “What?” Alex exclaims. He looks from David to Henry and then back at David again. “Wow, okay, that is a choice.” Henry wants to sink through the earth and never come back up again.

Shameless Explicit, AU, Henry has a reputation. 14K. Henry has a lot of sex. A lot. He's young and in college and there is no shortage of men to fall in bed with. What better time to explore what he likes and what he fucking loves, as well as to catalogue how to make his many, many partners feel as good as possible? It’s all part of the learning experience. And Henry is a very dedicated student.

Alex has been inescapably aware of Henry ever since that one time they kissed. You don’t just stop being aware of the guy who basically caused your sexuality. So when Henry propositions Alex at a lame frat party, Alex accepts eagerly. Maybe this is exactly what he needs. Maybe, if he can just have Henry once, he’ll have a better chance of finally getting over his embarrassing fixation with Henry. It's worth a try.

When The Time Is Right Part four of my sex club series. Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 16K. “Maybe I could challenge you more,” Henry suggests, his eyes carefully trained on Alex. “And hold you accountable for longer. How does that sound?” “That sounds fucking amazing,” Alex tells him, the words coming out in a rush. “Yes. That. Please.” “Alright, then.” Henry offers him a sly grin. “Alex, love. You just gave me a wonderful idea.” It’s really something, how quickly Alex’s heartbeat picks up. “Oh? Do tell.” Henry’s grin widens. He looks alarmingly pleased with himself. “How would you feel about a staycation?”

When Alex asks Henry for something a little more intense in the bedroom, they end up taking more than just their sex life to the next level.

Out For A Bite Explicit, AU, suspense and supernatural elements. 3K. Henry's eyes fly up, zeroing in on the reflection in the mirror. There, behind him. The man from the bar. He looks different in the fluorescent bathroom lights. Sharper. There’s a look in his eyes that has Henry shivering all over again. It's greedy. Hungry.

He’s staring right at Henry.

Henry's throat feels dry. His heart beats madly. He's heard whispers of this place, and more importantly of its patrons. He thinks he knows what this man is.

ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with) Explicit, AU, Alex and Henry in DIY Punk & mainstream pop punk, respectively. 34K. Teenage music sensation Kensington have taken the world by storm. With their cool leather jackets and wickedly distorted guitars, they're a pop duo that packs a punch. Or at least they sound like one—their lyrics unfortunately lack any semblance of depth. Alex can't fucking stand Kensington. But thankfully, he doesn’t have to. He’s not likely to cross paths with those British pop losers during his final semester of high school in Texas. And even if he did, he'd never let some stupidly attractive blonde take his focus away from the goal that Alex has worked towards for years: winning the Austin Band Slam with his latino punk trio.

But when Henry comes crashing into Alex's life, with his intriguing piano pieces and piercing blue eyes and slow, purposeful kisses that make Alex burn with want, Alex finds that he might need to reevaluate his stance on both pop losers and distractions. Or maybe not. Maybe he’s better off keeping Henry at arm's length, since it's so painfully evident that Henry will never love him back.

Never Tell Me The Odds Teen and Up Audiences, canon verse, an outside perspective on First Prince as well as a story about a certain Star Wars mural. 2K. "Wait!" Alex yells up to the driver. "Stop! Stop the car!" Up close, it's beautiful. Two stories tall. He can’t imagine how somebody was able to put together something like this so fast.

Ash had never imagined that they'd get the chance to actually meet Alex Claremont-Diaz, and much less get the chance to tell Alex about how that very special Star Wars mural came to be. Although of course, Ash never would have met Alex if it hadn’t been for Farida. Farida and her bold courage, and her warm compassion, and her sometimes infuriating (but always endearing) stubbornness.

yrs. faithfully (with nowhere to go) Explicit, canon verse, a lazy morning in bed leads to something more. 3K. When Alex and Henry wake up together the day before their anniversary, they're genuinely planning on getting out of bed and spending the day as productive members or society. Truly, their intentions are honorable. But a trip down memory lane gets them reminiscing about that night exactly one year ago, when Alex had come running through the rain to deliver some choice words about obtuse fucking assholes.

As Alex and Henry start to relive the memory, they quickly realize that they both remember it intimately. So intimately that they might be able to pull off something of a do-over.

Gadgets and Gizmos A-Plenty A companion piece to dearest Hattie’s soulmate fic. Mature, AU, a look into Henry buying sex toys. Yes. That’s the fic. 2K. There’s a bunch of regulars that Amir knows by name (and, unavoidably, by kinks), but most often Playtime gets one-time visitors. Which makes sense, really. A lot of people don’t seem to want to step into the same adult toy shop twice. So Amir is always a little extra curious when there’s a repeat customer, especially one who is this attractive. And, interestingly, one who’s come back so soon.

The tall, classically handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes left Playtime no less than five hours ago after having purchased a medium-sized, fairly standard vibrator well suited for anal play. And now he’s back. Because apparently, he’s found he needed another vibrator.

If Sex Was A Sport We’d Be Winning Mature, AU, a classic Olympics hookup. 3K. It's remarkable, truly, that Alex didn't even want to be here. He only came all the way to Ariake because June was determined to watch a bunch of prissy ponies strut around to music. Still, perhaps the true Olympic experience lies in the wide variety of disciplines. Or, perhaps, it has something to do with chatting up a pretty blond behind the stables and getting him to show you the inside of an Olympic tack room. As Alex quickly takes to Henry’s sweet smiles and easy confidence, he realizes that just a few stolen moments with this man might turn into his most cherished memory from the Tokyo Olympics.

Alex knows better than to get attached, though. He and Henry live an ocean apart. There’s no way this quick fumble in the stable equivalent of a supply closet could ever lead to anything more. Right?

Talk Dirty To Me Explicit, AU, dom Henry and sub Alex. 9K. Henry studies Nora’s expression for a moment. There’s something about her favourable account of this guy she claims not to want to sleep with again that doesn’t add up. "But you're still not interested in taking him on?"

"He wants more than I'm willing to offer," Nora says frankly. Henry’s always liked this about her—how she doesn’t skirt around the hard facts. It's a part of what makes her so good at dominating. "But you know what? For you, he'd be kind of perfect."

Henry has been active in the local BDSM scene for years and there’s no shortage of men who’d love nothing more than to find themselves at his mercy. But Henry is on a break. He’s not looking for a new partner, but he’s also not expecting to become so intrigued by the man that Nora insists he should meet. Alex is a newcomer on the scene who doesn’t yet know exactly what he wants, much less with who. There’s no way that he could turn out to be exactly who Henry needs. Right?

Date night (please toy with me) Explicit, canon verse, a night out leads to some fun with a toy. 4K. This… this is new. They’ve talked about trying this, about what it’d be like to conceal some of their intimacy in plain sight, about what it would feel like to try and reclaim what is most private to them by flaunting it without anyone even knowing, by daring to take risks again. They’ve agreed that they’d still need to be careful, but they’ve also agreed that it would be interesting. That it would be fun.

And apparently, Henry thinks tonight is the night for it. “Do you trust me, love?”

“Yeah.” Alex swallows. He picks up the box, studying it for a moment. “Do you want… what do you want me to do?”

“I want you to go to the bathroom,” Henry says evenly, “You’ll find everything you need in the box. Then I want you to come back and sit down. Can you do that for me?”

“Yeah. Of course.” Alex taps the box, grinning in Henry’s direction. “I expect we’ll be leaving soon?”

Henry smiles slyly. “If you’re good, yes.”

Ongoing works

Hashtag Soulmates Mature, AU, Henry writes fanfiction. 23K and 7 chapters so far. Alex is perfect and handsome, the golden boy, everybody’s secret crush. So there is absolutely no way that he is the reader who screeches in caps lock every time that Henry posts as much as a drabble. There’s no way. Except Alex just closed his browser fast as fucking lightning, but not before Henry had gotten a good glimpse of the page Alex had open: AO3. ‘Don't Stop Me Now’, Henry’s current wip. The one that Henry literally just updated.

Sweet Jesus. Could it really be?

That... is all! It’s been a productive summer. I’m very excited to continue writing Hashtag Soulmates, and also to start working on a few upcoming First Prince fics that I’m planning on writing. Stay tuned for fics! ♡

#First prince #FirstPrince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #alex claremont-diaz #Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor #evie writes #fanfiction

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no content november

some of you might have seen some stuff going around about this but if not, here’s a v helpful & informative post about it

i did put a lot of thought into this & i have decided to take part. there are so, so many amazing people on this site who regularly reblog and comment on my work and my appreciation for them is boundless. with that said, i have also had an increase in people demanding writing from me (not people asking for updates, but people actually going as far as being rude and sending hate in my inbox). because of that, i think this movement is quite important bc i know i’m not the only one who has been on the receiving end of twattery like that.

but i will be doing other stuff!! i worked quite hard to grow my platform on here and i want to use the engagement i would have got on my content to try and find some appreciation for other writers.

1 ) i’m gonna reblog multiple imagines a day that i have previously loved/enjoyed, add a spam of comments and some cool reaction memes. also hashtags. that’s the kinda cute shit that makes me smile on my work and i hope it does for others too. if you have any fic recs, either of your own or somebody else’s, please drop me a message!!

2) i’m gonna be posting content on ao3. i’m still a little iffy with how it works but this is my chance to learn lmao & i’m working on a star wars oc story and a marvel oc story.

3) i’m gonna work on some content for december!! i have a lot of imagine ideas and this will give me the chance to flesh them out.

there’s no pressure to take part in this; i understand some people might not want to and i completely support my fellow writers whatever their choice is. i love u all so much and i hope u understand the purpose behind the movement!! i’ll still be online to reply to messages, inboxes & do ask games etc

- jazz xx

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kenbunshokus · 6 years ago

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#ZOSAN

zoro/sanji, nami/vivi | 3.5k words | 1 of 7 chapters

“Who are they even… 'shipping' me with? They know Usopp is with Kaya, and didn’t you just make your whole thing with Vivi public a few weeks ago—“ Zoro trails off as realization hits him, all at once, and he feels his stomach drop in the same way it would whenever he faces a particularly strong opponent in a kendo match.

“No,” he breathes.

“Obviously,” Nami says, shoves her phone into his face and points at a comment that says, OMG PLZ blonde and green are sitting side by side again. OTP! as Zoro sees his life flash before his eyes. “They’re shipping you with Sanji.”

(Or, the one where the Strawhats are Youtube personalities and people, naturally, start shipping Zoro and Sanji.)

(ao3)

catburglar 572 posts | 2.1M followers | 47 following Nami Bellemere stealing your hearts, one picture at a time http://youtube.com/user/thestrawhatshub

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ivolatan OMG THOSE TWO GUYS ARE IN THE PICTURE AGAIN

bananapigeon ok seriously, who are those two untagged guys in these pics. esp the blond one with the eyebrow. i keep seeing them in the vlogs too.

mikphail @catburglar Can you tell us the name of the green-haired guy sitting on the right? Beside the blonde? Asking for a friend.

“People are asking for you,” is the first thing Nami says as Zoro walks into the apartment she shares with Usopp and heads straight towards the fridge.

“Which people?” Zoro asks, suspicious. The comment seems innocent out of context, but Zoro narrows his eyes at her anyways because it’s Nami. “Actual people? Or,” he pauses, sifting through his mental vocabulary before giving up and settling with, “your people.”

He can hear her laugh from the living room. “Zoro, people from the internet are still real people.”

“They aren’t just people,” Usopp pokes his head out of his room to join in the conversation, “they are the subscribers, nay, followers— nay — fans of the Great Usopp—“

“They’re strangers,” Zoro points out, matter-of-factly. He doesn’t really get this whole…internet thing Usopp and Nami seem to have made a decent amount of money from no matter how many Technology 101 Lectures from Franky he’s sat through. They work for Luffy’s YouTube Channel—the Strawhats Hub—and post a bunch of videos online about how they have burger for lunch or some other mundane shit, and somehow people pay for that. Well, the sponsors pay for that, technically, but they get money all the same. Zoro doesn’t really get it.

He does understand one thing for sure, though. “I don’t give out my details to strangers.”

“Zoro, you’re like, a decade too old for Stranger Danger,” Nami says, disapproving, “and you know you can’t avoid being famous if you want to be the strongest swordsman in the world.”

Zoro sighs at the familiar argument between them, and makes sure he groans loud enough for her to hear. He’s usually up for any kind of sparring, verbal or otherwise, but not today—not after four back-to-back, two-hour lectures at the university and kendo club training afterwards with no breaks in between. He snatches the nearest canned beer with a little too much force, and it hits the fridge door with a loud bang.

Nami seems to catch on the sour mood and switches the subject. “You know, I think they’re shipping you.”

Zoro blinks. He waits for a second, two, three...yeah, the words still don't make sense. He gives her a confused stare. “What does that even mean?”

“it means they want you to be together with someone,” Usopp, their designated Technology-to-Zoro translator, explains. “Like, together together.”

Zoro scoffs. “What is this, high school?” He waves a dismissive hand at Nami, deciding to focus more on the free beer in his hand instead, eyeing it appreciatively. Nami’s an unpredictable storm with a flexible moral compass reminiscent of a witch, but she provides an endless supply of booze and is the only person who can hold her own against him, so Zoro figures it all balances out in the end.

The cold liquid hits the back of his throat with a familiar biting sensation, and it calms him down enough to finally process Usopp’s words. “Who are they even… shipping me with?” The foreign word stumbles clumsily out of his mouth, and he pauses, trying to wrap his mind around the concept. “They know Usopp is with Kaya, and didn’t you just make your whole thing with Vivi public a few weeks ago—“

Zoro trails off as realization hits him, all at once, and he feels his stomach drop in the same way it would whenever he faces a particularly strong opponent in a kendo match.

“No,” he breathes.

“Obviously,” Nami says, shoves her phone into his face and points at a YouTube comment that says, OMG PLZ blonde and green are sitting side by side again. OTP! as Zoro sees his life flash before his eyes. “They’re shipping you with Sanji.”

nami @catburglar

We’re kind of bored, so @sogeking and I are answering everyone’s questions in the next hour! Don’t forget to use the hashtag #AskUsoNa <3

nami @catburglar

so a million dollar AND a free trip around the world? I’d take it!

\m/ @queenmelissa

Would you get a million dollar but every time you sneeze you’re being teleported to a random place in the world #Askusona

nami @catburglar

I’ve known Usopp since high school. I’ve known Luffy the longest, though. We’ve been friends since we were cute little ten-year-olds.

Jenna Rowen @jrowen

#AskUsoNa How did you get to know each other? Love your vids!

nami @catburglar

Zoro and Sanji are roommates, not dating. Or are they? ;)

bad luck kate @gingerchic

are the two guys in some of your vids dating (U KNOW WHICH TWO) #askusona @sogeking @catburglar

bad luck kate @gingerchic replying to @catburglar

HOLY SHIT DID U JUST

bad luck kate @gingerchic replying to @gingerchic @catburglar

WE JUST GOT A FUCKING NAMES REVEAL. @ STRAWHAT RPF FANDOM THIS IS NOT A DRILL

The smell of well-cooked seafood, mixed with a tinge of booze, touches every nook and cranny of his apartment as people eat, drink, or laugh with each other (or, in Luffy’s case, all three of them at once). Zoro sprawls comfortably across his favorite sofa in the middle of the cacophony, and he closes his eyes, soaking in the familiar atmosphere, a half-empty can of beer dangling by his right hand.

Today isn’t their usual weekly Friday Night Hang Out; today, Ace is on leave from the military for the first time in ages. Luffy promised his big brother a huge, awesome feast, and their ragtag group of broke college students deliver the way they know how—His and Sanji’s apartment, Brook’s music, Sanji’s food.

Zoro doesn’t care much about parties, but he does like Ace and his stories about Whitebeard's platoon. Free booze is also a plus.

“Tired already?” A voice asks over his head, and Zoro has spent enough time with Luffy’s family ever since he was ten to know it’s Ace without having to look up.

“As if,” he says, skipping the greeting. “Just making sure I don’t appear in Usopp’s videos.” He thinks of the photo Nami showed him a few days ago, the one on the… instant… gram… thing… and adds, “or photos.”

“Oh, I’ve heard about that!” Ace plops onto the other sofa across the table, entering Zoro’s field of vision. “I heard somebody’s famous now.”

“Tch,” Zoro grunts, but refuses to elaborate. He doesn’t like where the conversation is going.

“And I heard,” Ace continues anyways, his grin all-too-innocent and therefore completely terrifying, “someone’s famous with someone else.”

Zoro jolts upright from his position, for once ignoring the beer he spilled on the carpet—Sanji will kill him for that later, but whatever—and turns to search for Usopp among the crowd. He glares at Usopp in a way that says, I’m going to deliver you a drawn-out, painful death, and Usopp pointedly looks anywhere but back at him.

Ace chuckles, impervious to Zoro’s death glares. “Actually, Luffy was the one who told me.”

“The shipping thing sounds so cool,” Luffy, that traitor, chimes in around a mouthful of meatballs. “I wonder who they’d ship me with.”

“Meat, probably,” Sanji says before Zoro could, and bodily pushes Luffy aside with his leg to place a plateful of fried prawns on the table. Both brothers’ eyes widen comically at the sight and the two of them dive into the plate as Sanji narrows his eyes at Zoro, “that is, if people can even be trusted these days. I still can’t believe they, what’s the word— ship me with marimo head over here when Nami is also in the picture.”

That—well.

Stings a little.

Zoro mentally maneuvers around the flare of jealousy and opts for anger, because it’s easier. Familiar. “Not like I’m enjoying the idea of being a boyfriend of someone with those eyebrows,” he fires back.

Sanji’s left eye twitches at that. “Didn’t know you have enough intelligence to even form an idea, seaweed brain.”

“Pervert cook.”

“Brainless moss.”

“Please keep the lover’s spat within the privacy of your bedroom,” Nami teases as she somehow manages to gracefully pluck a prawn out of the mess Ace and Luffy are making on the table.

“Right, Mellorine!” Sanji sing-songs in record speed.

Zoro sighs and puts his face in his hand. “Do you even listen to yourself, idiot,” he says, and narrowly dodges a kick to the head.

“Says the person who got lost so often the train station officers from the neighboring city start recognizing him!” Sanji yells back, and avoids the pillow thrown at him with practiced ease clearly born through repeated fights.

“How are you two even friends,” Ace observes in between chews, amused.

Zoro and Sanji instantly whip their heads towards Ace in unison, and say, in eerie synchronicity, “we’re not friends.”

Nami shakes her head, but it’s fond. “That’s how.”

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martiknee I assume Sanji is a chef, then?

thefantasyren I still can’t believe we’ve been blessed with their names. Strawhat Fandom, rejoice!

ostenmah @martiknee ur an idiot, he could just be someone whos really good at cooking

martiknee Wow, thanks for the unprompted hostility, I was just asking. Either way, do you fucking have eyes, look at those prawns. Look me in the eyes and tell me he cooks THOSE and doesn’t cook for a living. @ostenmah

brie @strawhatnami

so I heard Zoro is in his college’s kendo club

a gay @bisexualusopp replying to @strahwatnami

he’s the CAPTAIN

brie @strawhatnami replying to @bisexualusopp

source pls?

Kal @THEKALZONE replying to @strawhatnami @bisexualusopp

can confirm, my brother goes to the same college as him, wasn’t exactly difficult to find a dude w green hair named zoro

a gay @bisexualusopp replying to @THEKALZONE @strawhatnami

apparently he used to appear on a bunch of tv shows about modern swordsmen or sth with his sister back then?

brie @strawhatnami replying to @bisexualusopp @THEKALZONE

HOLY SHIT I REMEMBER WATCHING IT WHEN I WAS LIKE. FIVE. kuina was my fave. I wonder if she goes to the same college too?

The thing is—the crux of the problem of this whole mess of a situation is that—Zoro has code. Some sort of personal, unsaid rules he has dedicated his life to following. And now this whole fiasco is slowly breaking these codes—two, particularly:

Zoro, as a general rule, dislikes attention. He used to be some sort of a child star way back when, before Usopp and Nami and even Luffy, before—the thing with Kuina. It was hardly bearable when Kuina was with him, holding his hand whenever it started to tremble during tapings, and now with her gone he’s not touching that industry with a ten-feet pole. That means no stupid interviews with awkward pauses and one-word answers, no troublesome photo shoots that leave him with cramps at places he didn’t know could get cramps, and most importantly, no getting recognized on the street by random strangers. He looks like shit on photos. He doesn’t even have an autograph.

Zoro has the largest, most pathetic crush on Sanji, and nobody can find out.

The second rule is more important than the first, of course. So far the breaking of the first code only results in minor inconveniences, but the fact that there’s a whole group of people dedicated to telling the world that Zoro wants to get into Sanji’s pants is not something he can live with. Not something Sanji can live with, that’s for sure. Sanji has been brushing them off as a joke, thankfully, but Zoro figures there’s only so much the Straightest Man on Earth could take before he would start avoiding Zoro in disgust and pretty much stomping on Zoro’s heart in the process.

Which is why, as soon as he spots Usopp coming out of the college’s workshop, Zoro stops him in his track and growls, “this is all your fault.”

Usopp covers his head out of instinct and stammers, “whatever it is, I didn’t do it and I’m sorry.”

Zoro crosses his arms in front of his chest and huffs. “Stop it—I’d never hit you just because I feel like it.”

“This bump on the right side of my head disagrees,” Usopp says as he peeks through his fingers, “I think it’s developing into a tumor .”

“You can’t get a tumor from getting knocked in the head,” Zoro says.

“I don’t think you’re qualified to make that judgment,” Usopp insists, but visibly relaxes anyways when he doesn’t see Zoro’s hands anywhere near his head. “What is it?”

“It’s just,” Zoro says, almost ominously. “People.”

“You’re not a fan of them. Yeah, I got that, like, five years ago when I first met you.”

“Shut up, I’m not done. People, they—“ Zoro drops his voice as low as possible to adequately convey the severity of his predicament, “—they started recognizing me. From your pictures.”

Usopp visibly perks up at that. “I know , right? People say, Usopp, being famous on the internet is nothing, no one’s going to know who you are in real life, but hater’s gonna hate, you know? One time a princess from a European country asked for my autograph—“

“It’s not a good thing,” Zoro cuts in, ignoring Usopp’s make-believe story. “Three different people asked for my photograph on the way here. A girl tried taking a picture while I was eating and I accidentally spat in her face.”

Usopp at least has the audacity to grimace at that. “I guess—I guess I can see where you’re coming from, but come on, Zoro, live a little!” He emphasizes with a friendly pat on Zoro’s shoulder. “There are, literally, thousands of people lining up to be in your shoes.”

Zoro can’t help bristling at the touch. “I didn’t sign up for this. Not like you and Nami did, with Luffy and the whole YouTube thing,” he says and adds, more urgently, “especially not for the whole thing with the Cook.”

Usopp should know. Usopp does know, because Zoro told him once under the influence of one too many drinks. They never really talked about it afterwards because Zoro has the emotional constipation of a sixteen-year-old emo teen who still listens to My Chemical Romance, and Usopp has enough self-preservation instinct not to bring it up, but there’s always this silent agreement that Usopp knows.

Usopp raises his hands in the universal sign of defeat. “Look, I admit things did go out of hands a little bit, but it’s nothing big. It’s the internet. People will ship any two people who so much breathe the same air.”

Zoro narrows his eyes critically at Usopp, and while Usopp gulps under the scrutiny, he also looks—honest. Trustworthy. Damn it, Zoro does have a soft spot for his tattletale of a friend, and one day it’s going to be his downfall.

“All right, fine, I’ll take your word for it,” he says, and Usopp releases a relieved sigh, which immediately gets sucked back in as soon as Zoro growls, “but if Nami even says something remotely different—“

“If I say something what?”

Zoro is a skillful and trained martial art practitioner. Rumor has it that he has no openings; opponents who go into a fight expecting one would get a reality check in the form of a kendo sword to the head. He’s like a wild predator, they all say, and you are his natural prey.

They are all wrong. Sitting comfortably on the apex of the food pyramid is Nami, and she knows all of Zoro’s weaknesses like the back of her hand.

Zoro jumps and thinks his heart stops for a moment as Nami appears out of nowhere and joins in the conversation, and she laughs when she notices his surprise.

“Shut up,” he growls, and she just grins even wider.

“I was just telling him about the shippers,” Usopp fills her in, oblivious to Zoro’s mini-heart attack, “that they’re. You know. Harmless?”

Zoro doesn’t like the unspoken question mark tacked at the end of Usopp’s sentence, and he likes it even less when Nami says, “well, I wouldn’t exactly call them harmless.”

Zoro glowers at that. “Explain.”

“I mean, you’ve been way too closed up about yourself, you’re practically an urban legend,” Nami says, “and people love knowing things, Zoro. It makes them feel like they’re part of something special. When the internet wants something, there’s no stopping the internet.”

“Like legalizing weed,” Usopp adds, “give them information and you can control what’s coming out. Give them nothing and you’re unleashing a hungry beast.”

“I’m not going to start using The Instant Gram for them,” Zoro says, frustrated, and bits his lips in a way that almost resembles a pout. Not that he pouts, of course.

“I told you it’s not called the Instant—you know what, I tried,” Usopp says under his breath, and Zoro ignores him.

“We’ve been at this before, you know,” Nami continues, shaking her head, “they want to know things about you, and they’re going to find out. Age. Height. Blood type. The brand of shampoo you use. Which side of the bed you’re sleeping in. The fact that you have a crush on Sanji—“

Zoro stops in his track. He blinks. “No one—no one knows that,” he says, and curses himself for stuttering. He catches Usopp’s eyes, and reluctantly adds, “unless I told them.”

“You never told me,” Nami points out.

“You don’t count,” Zoro insists, “you can read me like a book.”

“I want to be flattered,” Nami pats him on the head, like humoring a small child, “but it frankly doesn’t feel like much of an accomplishment when your book only says I HAVE A CRUSH ON SANJI in eighty point bold font.”

He definitely doesn’t blush at that. Desperate, he turns to Usopp. “This isn’t what you told me.”

Nami looks at him, and is that—damn it. Is that pity in her eyes? “Zoro, I don’t know what lies Usopp has been telling you this time, but everyone knows you have a Big Gay Crush on Sanji.”

“One, it’s not a—a Big Gay Crush,” he sputters, “and two, both of you hardly counts as ‘everyone.’”

“No, really,” Nami says as she pulls up safari on her iPhone to open the fuckyeahzosan tumblr page, “I mean everyone.”

FuckYeahZosan

The very first Zosan Blog. Zoro and Sanji flirt with each other and ignore everyone else in group pictures because they’re assholes in love.

mods: zorosanjis and queerbellemere

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fanart | fanfics | fanmixes

fuckyeahzosan

Nami just posted a new picture and it’s everything we’ve ever hoped for.

#sanji is cooking for zoro #what is air #zosan #official

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fuckyeahzosan reblogged zoro-sanji-for-the-win

I can’t believe we only got their names a month ago and today we’ve got two dozens new pictures where they surreptitiously look into each other’s eyes, found out they’ve been roommates for years, gone on yearly road trips with just the two of them, and are practically canon.

I feel like this has all been a collective fever dream we just haven’t woken up from.

It’s all real and you better believe it.

#reblogged #text

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anonymous asked

Ugh, people like you are the reason why I hate the Strawhat Fandom so much. Zoro and Sanji aren’t even SIGNED to the Strawhats Agency. They’re just FRIENDS of Nami and Usopp. And now they’re the most popular pairing in this fandom? Bullshit.

Sorry, we can’t hear you over how often Zoro and Sanji appear in the Strawhats' videos they may as well be Strawhats, and how even Shanks treat them like they’re part of the fandom.

#asks and answers #mod a

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zoro + looking at sanji with a love-struck look on his face when he thinks no one’s looking

#THE THING THAT REALLY GOT ME ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP #or friendship or whatever #is that it’s so loud and flashy you can’t help but notice #but with glimpses of quiet moments like this #like you KNOW they have the typical alpha male friendship #roughhousing and name calling; the whole package #from the way nami and usopp talk about them in interviews and stuff #and how they glare at each other in pictures with insults teetering on the tips of their tongues #but sometimes we get glimpses of this when they think no one’s looking #zoro staring at sanji – startsruck – like there are constellations clinging on sanji’s back #and there’s always that small smile zoro probably reserves just for sanji #and I Die #stab me in the chest and it would’ve hurt less #zoro #sanji #zosan #strawhatedit #rpf for ts (via queennami)

#reblogged #photoset #tags #lord have mercy on me

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Usopp is so going home with a new bump on his head.

#zosan #namivivi #roronoa zoro #sanji #one piece #my writing //#zoro #op

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