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slut4nicholas · 2 months ago

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𝙋𝙀𝙍𝙎𝙊𝙉𝘼𝙇 𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙄𝙉𝙀𝙍 | 𝙉𝙄𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙎 𝘼𝙇𝙀𝙓𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙑𝙀𝙕

a/n: I'm currently awake at 4 am and unable to sleep ive been having some thoughts that I needed to release, and writing this is helping me feel better. this is my first time writing something explicit, so I apologize if it's not the best. please forgive any grammar mistakes. i hope you enjoy reading it. <3

summary: you are searching for a personal trainer and come across an online ad. after calling the trainer, he arranges a session at his home gym. things start to take a spicy turn between the two of you.

warning: smut! 18+ oral (m receiving), spanking, getting manhandled, fingering, pet names like “doll, babygirl” squirting, praising, degrading, rough!!

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when you move to california to pursue your dream of becoming a model or influencer, you leave behind your family, job, and friends. unfortunately, the move also means leaving behind your favorite place: the gym.

many label me a gym rat, but I simply embrace my love for the discipline it brings and the amazing confidence it gives me in everything I wear.

in the evening, while browsing through tiktok , i suddenly felt a wave of boredom. i let out a sigh, turned off my phone, and began searching for an engaging activity. normally, in situations like this, i would change into my favorite workout attire and head to the gym. however, as i am not at home, i need to find a gym or a personal trainer of my own in this new location.

i opened my macbook and started searching for personal trainers in my new area. I came across a profile of a man who seems to have a lot of experience in the gym and is conveniently located nearby. i must admit, he looks delicious. i decided to message him to arrange a meeting and inquire about his session rates. he responded promptly with his pricing and availability, and it turns out he's available tomorrow morning. as we exchanged goodbyes over text, my mind couldn't help but focus on meeting him in person. if I'm already feeling this way based on some online pictures, i can only imagine how I'll feel when we meet face to face.

i wake up suddenly to the sound of my alarm. as i pick up my phone, i see that it's 5:30. the familiar feeling of nervousness churns in my stomach as i realize that I'm in a new city, about to meet someone new. i made sure to wake up extra early just to ensure that i look my best.

after my shower, i breeze through my skincare routine and add a touch of mascara and some lip balm. I'm just heading to the gym, so nothing too over-the-top, i tell myself. i apply a light moisturizing lotion and a spritz of my favorite perfume. i slip into my matching black bra and thong, then into my sleek all-black workout set with cute black leggings and a fitted black tee. i slide on my nike socks and lace up my new balance 574’s. i brush my hair and secure it with a stylish claw clip, still debating whether to leave it down or tie it up. I'll make up my mind in the uber.

i send him a text to inform him that I'm on my way to the location he had sent me. he reads the message but doesn't reply. oh well, I'm on my way already.

as we pull into his driveway, i can't help but notice how stunning his house is. i wonder what he does for work; being in california, he must be wealthy or famous. i tip my uber driver in cash, thanking him for the ride, and he wishes me luck. I'm definitely going to need it.

i grab my phone out but before i can send him a text i hear a whistle which caught my attention i looked up seeing him standing next to his front door i can’t help but check him out and oh my goodness he’s more attractive in person i can just rip his clothes off right here and there but i have to remain calm im not here for that.

he is wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, with a gold chain around his neck. his hair is lightly stuck to his forehead, indicating that he had a workout before I arrived.

“hey there” he smiles and waves signaling me to come in with his hand

i smile back and step into his house him standing behind me the whole time closing the door and walking towards me

"I'm nicholas, I'm your trainer. It's nice to meet you." oh my, his smile. his smile. his smile. I'm going to fold, i know I am, but I have to keep my calm. i don't even know him. i don't know if he's single or even married.

“hi, i’m y/n” i take his hand shaking it lightly

"come on, don't be shy," he takes us to his gym and confidently sits down on a bench, gesturing for me to sit next to him with a wave of his hand.

so demanding already.

“so tell me a little bit about yourself, i know you told me you just moved here but what’s the reason for the move and why are you looking for a trainer?” he asked curiously.

“well, i moved here to cali so it’ll be easier for me to achieve some of my goals, i have some experience in the gym but i really feel like ill learn a lot more with a trainer if that makes any sense” you smile shyly causing nicholas to chuckle a little.

“no need to be shy sweetie im here to help you you already look great im sure you’ll do a great job” i cross my legs just at the sound of his voice saying those loving praises, oh i need him so bad.

he notices but tries not to make it so obvious he grabs his water bottle taking a sip and putting down standing up tapping the side of my thigh gently “come on let’s get started”.

we begin with some easy stretches to warm up before the actual run. i couldn't help but notice that he mostly stood there, watching, instead of actively instructing and guiding me, which did bother me a bit.

“do an extended puppy pose for me” i look up at him and he just winks OH. he knows what he’s doing so i decide to play along as well.

as i get on all fours getting ready to get in the pose arching my back a little i can see nicholas from the side of my eye starting so hard i can’t help but silently giggle to myself.

“am i doing this good enough nicholas?? how’s my arch looking” he chuckles at my words a little.

“oh you’re doing so good y/n, you look amazing but i think you need a little help here” he comes down next to me getting on his knees right behind my ass and pushing my arch down so my stomach is hitting the floor beneath me.

“just like that?” I question.

“just like that, good girl” those words sent shivers down my spine i let out a soft sigh.

“what’s the matter sweetie?” he questioned.

i shake my head not responding to him “can we just do the next exercise?” i get on my knees so i can stand up but he comes in front of me putting one hand on my shoulder keeping me on my knees.

“let’s do some leg spreads i’ll help and guide you”.

i lay on the mat on my back and nicholas gets down on his knees again grabbing one of my legs bending it back a little.

“let’s start of slow sweetie i don’t want to hurt you”.

after doing a couple of reps nicholas stops and can’t help but notice something.

he chuckled “someone’s excited?”.

“what?” i ask not getting exactly what he’s talking about.

he spreads my leg a little further back.

“you’re so wet you’ve leaked through your panties it’s all on those leggings of yours”.

“i-im so sorry i-“ he cut me off.

“don’t worry about it doll, im having way more fun than you could possibly imagine” he bends down to kiss me and i went full in, tongue and everything.

after a few minutes of us making out he rips open my leggings with his bare hands which caused me to throw my head back and lightly groan, his eyes burning into my skull the whole time. never once taking those beautiful brown eyes off of me.

he pulls my panties to the side.

grabbing my mouth harshly “open and spit”.

i did as told, he sticks them in my mouth reaching the back of my throat causing to me gag.

he laughed and smiled “think you take all of my dick in there huh babygirl?”.

he pulled my panties to the side and started playing with me lightly flicking the clit and switching between fingering me and playing with my clit.

the groans escaping his mouth seemed a little animalistic like he hasn’t touched a woman in a very long time he’s eager and i can tell he wants to fuck me into the ground literally.

“mmm you’re so fucking wet, you’ve been excited since you got here hm? or was it those photos i sent you last night that has you like this for me? horny and ready to get fucked by her trainer? it’s only day one babygirl and here you are legs spread open pussy juice dripping all over my fucking fingers, what am i going to do with you”.

i moan loudly his words. his actions. the sounds. everything just feels and sounds so fucking good i didn’t want him to stop.

“oh im gonna come” i felt the urge to release the feeling you get in your stomach when you know your going to cum and go crazy “please dont stop nicholas”.

“such a fucking good girl” he kept pumping his big thick fingers in and out of me which caused me to release all over his gym floor.

“oh shit baby, look at you fuck” he says rubbing my clit on a fast pace, i grabbed his hand trying to get him to stop since it feels way to good to handle.

“please” he grabs my face and kisses me harshly shoving his tongue all down my throat saliva dripping down in between the both of us.

“come on take this off” he removes my shirt and bra taking off what’s rest of the leggings throwing it somewhere in the gym.

he takes his shirt and sweats off leaving him completely exposed no boxers or anything on, he knew what he wanted to do.

“come on baby get on your knees let’s see if you can fit this dick all in that pretty mouth of yours, gagging on two fingers. that’s pathetic sweetheart you got to do better than that”.

i get on my knees and take his member into my hand lightly kissing and licking his desperate throbbing dick leaking pre cum everywhere, i quickly take my tongue and clean up the mess he made.

“now this is a great mouth exercise for you pretty you’ll love it” he laughs and i roll my eyes member still in my mouth looking up at him not breaking eye contact.

“oh come on” he pushes my head down taking his whole dick into my mouth repeatedly touching the back of my throat i tap and grab on his thighs signaling i needed to breath and catch my breath, he threw his head back in pleasure looking back down grabbing my hair and pulling me off of his dick.

“told you you couldn’t take it”

“mmm stop let me do it” i pout he reaches his hand and cups my cheek and caressing my hair rubbing circles on the top of my head.

i grab his dick taking him all in and taking him out grabbing it and lightly jerking him off, as i continue to jerk him off i suck off what’s left that i couldn’t fit in my mouth.

“mm fuck”

“just like that baby”

“such a good fucking girl for me”

i take him in once again feeling him twitch making sure he’s hitting the back of my throat so i can swallow all of his sweet juices.

he grabs my hair making it into a makeshift ponytail fucking my face at the perfect pace for him, he looks so good he can just take control and do what he wants at this point.

i feel him twitch again which means he’s super close this time he didn’t let me go he made sure he stayed in the back of my throat resting his cock in my mouth while he released all inside of my mouth.

“swallow that shit baby be a good fucking girl for me”

oh boy, this is just the first session i wonder what’s going to happen next time.

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#nicholas alexander chavez x reader #nicholas alexander chavez #nicholas chavez #nicholas chavez smut #nicholas chavez x reader

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twipsai · 2 months ago

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ive been wanting to do something like this for a while, so here we go

Silver's straightforward attitude and anxieties: a poorly formatted analysis

Silver's anxiety is something i havent seen talked about a lot, and im really just barely going beneath the surface here -- i hope i did it justice in anyway sfdkSKHJFDSKFH i think about his obvious anxiety disorder a lot

transcript of all the text i added under the cut incase its hard to read for some ppl ^_^

image 1 (source: IDW #8): "isnt really used to banter, got worried he actually offended Sonic"

"he worries a lot about not being useful, because thats pretty much his entire purpose in life. if hes not doing something, he will find something to do (badly) or panic. he gets nervous at the slightest insinuation that he mightve messed up because the last thing he ever wants to do is get in anyones way."

"for how powerful he is and how much shit he talks, Silver doesnt really think very good about himself or his own worth."

image 2 (source: Sonic Universe #82): "its hard to say anything here that i havent already said, its just another example os Silver having issues with his self wroth, and also a lot of his motivation coming from protecting the people he loves (and, more generally, protecting the world), considering a page after this he gets up and completely wrecks the Second Devourer"

image 3 (source: IDW #8): "Silver will take pretty much anything literally. he lacks the social skills to identify when someones being serious bc he grew up completely alone"

image 4 (source: IDW #14): "he cant lie (is both bad at it, and it really just doesnt cross his mind to do so), but he can change the subject"

"he also really doesnt like it when people are worried about him -- almost every time people show concern for him, he tries (and fails) to lie or change the subject"

image 5 (source: IDW #14): "he didnt see anything suspicious about [Starline giving the "vault code"] because he doesnt usually assume people lie directly to him, its just not something that usually crosses his mind"

image 6 (source: IDW #60, TSR interview): "Silver's rudeness, his naivete, misunderstanding of jokes/quips/banter, inability to lie, it all stems from his straightforwardness. its simple, but but oftentimes effective (yes i chose a bad page to showcase when it works, ignore that)"

"Silver doesnt like to beat around the bush or show off too often. go in, defeat the bad guys, get out. it ties in with his anxiety of the future -- time is always of the essence"

"Q: What are some of your favorite items to use during the race?

Silver: [...]but the Jade Wisps' "Ghost" is the only one I like. I can disappear and focus on the race."

"it does make him forget to stratagize and cooperate with his friends sometimes, though, when his first instinct is "hit it until it stops moving""

image 7 (source: Sonic Rivals 2): "im not really going over his bluntness in this, but literally the entirety of Rivals 2 covers that. he doesnt think to hide what hes doing because he knows hes in the right, so he just expects everyone else to know that. he expects people to believe him just because hes telling the truth. he doesnt see why he would have a reason to lie, so he never thinks to justify his actions."

"a lot of this bluntness is also shown in IDW #64 -- Silver cant be stealthy and observe someone from afar to save his life when he knows hes right about them. he really takes no time to explain that Duo is Mimic before Whisper steps in and attacks Mimic, even though if he took the time to talk through what happened, he probably couldve convinced Lanolin of Duo's true nature"

image 8 (source: IDW annual 2022): "Silver has pretty much zero idea how to navigate the world outside of helping other people and saving the world. he is almost constantly in "survival mode" and doesnt know how to handle low-stakes"

"(he sometimes takes casual conversation too seriously because of this)"

"he is constantly worried about the future. to an almost unhealthy degree sometimes, its often all he thinks about. when he knows exactly what to do, he comes off as confident and powerful, but when he doesnt know what to do..."

"...he completely spirals. to him, an uncertain future is worse than a doomed one. not knowing how to fix things is one of the most terrifying thoughts to him."

"if Espio hadn't been here to calm him down, i think its super likely he'd have had an anxiety attack."

image 9 (source: Sonic Generations, IDW #64, Team Sonic Racing, Sonic Universe #79): "like, i truly cannot emphasize enough how he cannot relax. anything can be a threat, and if he doesnt see an immediate one, he will find something that is one. "

"he can rarely calm down, because every second hes in the past is another second he should be saving the future"

"i cant properly showcase it here, but if you run past him in Gens, he'll immediately be on-guard."

"he has to always be looking for the next world-destroying foe, it's pretty much his default setting."

"there are tons more examples of his overt anxiety, but these are some of the more prominant examples."

image 9 (source: Archie Sonic #235): "we even see in the traitor arc in archie how Silver is constantly paranoid. the idea never crosses his mind that there is no traitor, because something is always wrong. hes like a machine built to find a problem with no off switch"

"almost anything can set him off and make him untrusting of anyone, because thats the only way he knows how to live. anything can be a threat in his eyes, and when there is no threat, he will either find one or panic that he cant find one."

"because when you spend your entire life fighting,"

"how else are you supposed to live?"

#sonic analysis #silver the hedgehog #silver the hedgehog analysis

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you-call-it-a-dude · 4 months ago

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Just Can't Hack It Pt.2

Pt.1

Request: so this is part two to a story. The original request was reader dealing with substance use. I had a few folks wanting another part and I was feeling inspired to add a second part so I did!

Pairings: Leighton Murray x female reader

Warnings: TW!!! I would say this one is more triggering than the first. Mentions of opioid use, accidental overdose, use of narcan/naloxone, difficult discussions around the topic of addiction, needles. This is a super heavy story. Read with caution, take a step back if it's not for you. I have many other stories you can check out if you want something more light hearted. Nobody dies, but it's a pretty realistic scenario about addiction/loving someone with addiction. Could be triggering in many ways, so please be aware.

Authors Note: here I go again adding more chapters to stories I've been saying imma leave as one shots lol. This story is super depressing, I'm so sorry. If you're into that tho, welcome lol. I apologize for my lack of posting. Ive had a lot of life changes happen recently and my mental health hasn't been the greatest (maybe writing this depressing ass chapter will help). I do want to clarify, I am not a drug user. Just a social worker that reads, does research lol. Thank you all for your patience, thank you so everyone that's read my other work while waiting for me to post again. I love you all. I love you for reading, for sharing opinions and engaging in discussions with me and I love you for existing. I hope you like this next chapter

**if you have any questions regarding Narcan/Naloxone, fentanyl test strips, or anything like that, feel free to reach out**

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You woke up with a loud gasp, some random girl rubbing circles on your sternum. You rushed to sit forward, accidentally shoving her back.

The air was flowing back into your lungs and you felt like you couldn't get it in there quick enough. Your teeth were chattering and you were in that same fucking basement DJ died in.

You grab her wrist with shaky hands and she talked to you calmly, asking you if you were okay and all you could do was shake your head no. Your chest was heaving and it felt like you were inhaling razor blades or something.

What the fuck?

"Sit up slow." She tells you, helping you sit up and you notice her hands are also shaking. "You should probably go to the emergency room." She tells you and you're confused because you don't know why.

"Did something happen?" You ask, your throat dry. You cough to clear it and when you reach forward to grab a cup of whatever off the table, you see an oddly shaped object discarded on the table. You pick it up, your hands still shaking and you run your thumb over the pink 'Narcan' written on the label "Fuck." You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, did...?" You turn your attention to her and she kind of just shrugs.

"I'm not sure honestly. Maybe? But I didn't think it could hurt. You didn't look great, like at all."

You continue to stare down at the small nasal spray, your hands still shaking like never before. You blinked hard a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything.

"I'm so sorry." You apologized to this stranger for most likely traumatizing the fuck out of her.

"Do you have someone to call? You probably need to go to the emergency room." She ignored your apology and something about that made you feel like shit.

"Emergency room? What? That stuff worked. I'm fine." You say, tossing the bottle back onto the table.

"Yeah, but it wears off in like thirty minutes, more or less." She points out.

"Wears off?!" You ask in shock and she nods at you, looking at you like you were stupid.

"And I'm not using my other one on you so I suggest you go." She said with a slight attitude, no longer giving off that friendly vibe she had before. "And maybe get your own for next time, yeah?"

"Fine, Jesus." You say, no longer feeling as indebted to her the more bitchy she got toward you.

You take a few moments to gather yourself, still feeling not the greatest. The girl next to you that potentially saved your life was now injecting something between her toes and if that wasn't enough motivation to get the fuck up and go, you don't know what is.

You grab your things and thank her again. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't say anything back.

Your legs feel weak and shaky. Getting up the stairs and out of the house took way more effort than it should've. You hated this fucking place and you felt disgusting for even coming back.

Your intention was to take an Uber to the emergency room on campus, but when you checked your bank account you were almost certain a ride request wouldn't even go through.

You physically just felt too weak to stand so you sat on the curb, knowing you were going to have to call Leighton and just fucking hated yourself for it.

You pulled out the pills you had taken from your pocket and investigated them. You got them from Liza instead of your normal dealer. She told you they would be exactly the same pills you were used to buying from Angel, just less expensive. Your lack of funds sold you on them immediately. Except now that you actually took the time to study them, you realize they looked nothing like the other ones.

You had no idea what you took.

What you do know is you took two of them at once. It was less than what you normally would've taken. You can't even remember why you decided to only take two instead of your usual four, but clearly sober you was looking out.

Well...semi-sober you.

You called Leighton and it took three tries for her to answer. She was mad at you again because you bailed on her the other night on dinner plans that you made.

"Hello?" She finally answered. You could hear laughter in the background so you knew she was out with friends or out doing something and it made you feel even worse to ask her for help.

"Hi, Leight." You say softly, pushing your fingertips into your eyes trying to build up the courage to ask her. "Can you help me, please?"

"Help you?" She sounds concerned and you hear a door close behind her, all of the noise fading away. "What's going on?"

"I need-I need, fuck!" You try, the words feeling almost impossible to get out. "I need to go to the emergency room, I think." You finally get out, blinking hard to keep your brain working.

"Emergency room? What's going on? Where are you?"

"Please, Leighton. I'm at the blue house on the edge of campus. You know the one." You rub your palm against your forehead. "Can you please just come get me."

"Yeah. I know the one." Of course she did. Everyone knows the blue fucking house. It's literally nicknamed the druggie house on campus. There's only one reason people went there. Her voice sounded monotone and she was definitely connecting some dots. "I'm coming, I'm not far away." She hangs up on you before you can even tell her goodbye and you just feel her disappointment radiating through the phone.

It was less than ten minutes when you saw a familiar car pull up.

Leighton stepped out of the passenger side and as soon as the door closed, the window was rolling down to reveal Whitney in the drivers seat.

"Are you kidding me, Leighton." You complained as she rushed over to help you.

"Shut up." Whitney said from the driver's side, rolling her eyes at you.

"Fuck you!" You spat at her, letting Leighton help pull you to your feet.

"No, fuck you! What the hell is wrong with you?" You stayed silent because you didn't have an answer to her question. "That's what I fucking thought. Now get in the car."

Leighton sat in the back with you, letting you lay your head on her lap. She hasn't said a single word to you since she picked you up and you don't know if it was the drugs or the anxiety caused by her silence that was making your heart race the way it was.

Your body was sore and your head ached. You turned so you could bury your face in her sweater, inhaling the smell of her. She massaged your scalp, pulling you closer to her body.

Whitney dropped you both off at the front door and said to call her when you needed to be picked up. She sounded a lot nicer now, but she was also talking to Leighton.

You weren't feeling great at all and you definitely had the fear that whatever dosage that girl gave you was wearing off and you were going to die in the waiting room of this fucking hospital.

Leighton helped bring you to the front desk. You declined her offer of a wheelchair because something about that just felt degrading. Having to have her push you because of something you did to yourself?

Falling to the ground and crawling would be less embarrassing.

The woman at the desk greeted you and asked what was going on and you hesitated. Because even though Leighton probably figured shit out by now, you never said it out loud.

Saying it out loud would finally be admitting that you had a problem, which is why you've avoided it for so long.

"I-um-I-" both Leighton and the lady at the desk with the patience of a saint watch you fiddle nervously with the pen attached to a chain. "I am not feeling too great. I was given narcan maybe thirty minutes ago." You were blinking rapidly trying to get through your sentence, the fluorescent lighting and the pounding headache was making your brain short circuit.

The lady at the desk sat up quickly, asking you for your ID and insurance card, asking someone behind her to call for a nurse. You pulled your wallet from your pocket and Leighton had to help you pull the cards out because your hands were shaking and you just couldn't do it.

A male nurse appeared out of nowhere with a rolling blood pressure cuff and asked you to follow him to the triage area.

"What about my stuff?" You ask, letting this man escort you to a little area.

"I've got it, baby." Leighton said calmly, a few steps behind you, shoving your ID back into your wallet that she was still holding.

You sat down in a chair with your feet planted firmly on the floor like instructed and you felt like this firm wooden chair was consuming you.

He slipped the blood pressure cuff on your arm, the stethoscope planted firmly in the center of your arm. His eyes never left you while he asked you some questions.

"Do you know how many doses of the narcan you received?"

"Just one." You say and he nods.

"What did you take?" He asks, making eye contact with you and waiting for your response.

You swallowed and looked up at Leighton, who was waiting at you expectantly to answer.

"I don't know. It wasn't from my usual person. My friend that got it for me said it would be the same and it wasn't. I took less than what I normally would." You admit and it sounds embarrassing to even say something like that. You just hope he doesn't ask you-

"How much do you normally take? How much did you take of these?"

"Um, four to five 10mg Percocet. I only took two of these."

"Okay." He nods and the machine starts to beep. He removes the cuff from your arm and motions to someone behind you. "We are going to take you back now, okay? Your blood pressure is too low." He said while he and Leighton help you stand up and you were mortified to find them leading you to a wheelchair.

"Yeah, okay." You nod and when you sit you look back between Leighton and the nurse with a panicked expression. "Can she come back with me?"

"Of course." He takes hold of the wheelchair and takes you to a double door, pressing the button and leading you and Leighton through a maze of curtained rooms before bringing you to an open bed.

As soon as your butt hit that bed, two nurses were rushing in one was hooking you up to different machines and pulling down your shirt to stick electrodes on your chest to monitor your heart.

Before you could even process anything, your bed was being lowered and you were laying flat on your back and the second nurse was giving you a second dose of narcan up your nostrils while the first nurse finally explained to you and Leighton what the fuck was going on.

She said that narcan is usually done in two or more doses and that it often wears off before the effects of the pills do. That because you only received one dose, you were already showing the signs of the first dose wearing off and going into another potential overdose.

You didn't even have time to panic or freak out. They had the narcan up your nose and had you sitting back up like it never even happened. Leighton nodding with wide eyes from the chair next to you and trying to absorb what the nurse was saying.

You gripped the bridge of your nose and squinted your eyes while the nurse finished speaking, already starting to feel better.

"We are going to keep you here for a couple of hours just for monitoring." She rolls a little tray over to your bed that has a needle, test tubes, and a tourniquet. All the makings for getting your blood drawn. "We are required to do a toxicology screening on you, especially since you do not know what you took." She slips on a new pair of gloves. "These results will not be shared with the university." She reassured when she saw your face drop. "Arm out."

She cleaned your arm with an alcohol pad and tied the elastic tourniquet around your arm, pressing on your veins to find a vein. She inserts the needle in your arm and you watch the multiple vials fill up. She removes the tourniquet, has you hold a cotton ball where the needle went in and slaps a bandaid over it. She cleans up the area and says she'll be back shortly and walks out without saying another word.

Leighton had been silent the entire time. She was holding your things and sitting on the chair next to your bed watching the monitor with all off your vitals. Her eyes looked glassed over and you didn't know what to say or how to even begin to say it.

"Thanks for coming with me." You say pitifully and her eyes dart from the monitor to look over at you.

"I feel so stupid." She says, shaking her head. "Everything is like, making sense now, you know? The missed dates, the weird behavior, the angry outbursts." She nods her head, almost like she was agreeing with her own thoughts.

"I'm so sorry."

"And then you take shit that you don't even know what it is and- and you fucking overdose? What if you fucking died, Y/N?" She sounds so angry, but you can see she's on the verge of tears. You reach for her, touching her arm and she yanks herself away from you. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Then fucking go if you don't want to stay." You say, staring up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

"Stop."

"I should've just let myself die on the curb of that stupid fucking house." You slammed your head against the pillow, the machines beeping like crazy for a brief moment.

"Can you just shut the fuck up with that self deprecating shit?" She spits, crossing her arms and legs.

She's very closed off and distant now. It almost felt like you could feel her distancing herself from you in real time. There's an awkward silence between the two of you and you reach for her.

"Leighton..."

"Mmmh mmmh." She shakes her head no, keeping her attention focused on her phone

"Baby." You try again and when her fingers pause over the phone screen you know you're getting somewhere. "Please, baby."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, giving you her attention.

"What."

"I'm really sorry." You say sincerely, playing with the edge of the flimsy hospital blanket.

"For...?" There was no hint of emotion to her voice. But in scenarios like this, Leighton was always good at shutting down and putting her walls up.

"For how I've been treating you. For a lot of things."

"If that's all you're going to say, that's a really shitty fucking apology."

"No! Of course that's not all. I-fuck. Okay. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts."

"Well, maybe if you weren't high on god knows what you'd be able to give me a less pathetic apology."

Maybe it was your high wearing off, maybe it was just the drugs in general, but man for the briefest moment you wanted to cuss her out.

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose in an attempt to remain calm.

"If you let me fucking finish talking maybe you'll be more than the pathetic apology." You say through gritted teeth and she just raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. "I fucked up, okay? I know that. I didn't mean for it to get this bad." You admit and she tilts her head, her gaze visibly softening.

"What do you mean?" She scoots the hospital chair closer to your bed.

"I got the meds originally when I messed up my knee. It freaked me out about if I would get to play again or not. When I got back into it, it was great, but I fucking sucked and there was this insane amount of pressure to be as good as I was before my injury. There still is that pressure. My knee just felt tight all the time. Like it was about to snap at any moment. I did the physical therapy, the ice baths, I did everything. Well, everything but admit that maybe it's just straight up fucked." You look down and begin to pick at on your fingertips. Leighton reaches forward to stop you and instead you press your thumb against one of her manicured nails, enjoying the feeling of the pinpricking pressure against your fingertip.

"Keep going, baby." She encourages softly and you could feel yourself relax.

"I refilled my final prescription for my meds right before I started playing again. I would ration the bottle and take them after games and stuff. Then I took them during a game and realized I could play pretty damn good and my leg felt fantastic. Well, until afterwards when it felt worse than ever. Turns out if you take meds to prevent pain, it's really difficult to gauge when you're pushing yourself too far. So I would take some meds before the game, during the game, then again after the games..." Leighton opens her mouth to speak, but you continue with your thought. "...And then one or two more before bed."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." She says, sounding both shocked and horrified. "I don't even...how long-how many? I don't know! I'm trying not to ask my question without sounding like a dick." She admits and looks to you for some guidance.

You don't know her exact question, but you can guess where she was going with it.

"It was supposed to be refill that lasted three months and finished it in like a month. Maybe a month in a half if I want to be generous. They were a low-ish doses, so I would take more."

"How many were you supposed to take a day? How many did you take?" She asked her questions in a quick succession.

"I was supposed to take one, max two, a day." She nodded and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I was taking like four to six."

"I-what?! You know what," she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "Let me approach this in a non-judgmental way. I just, I really want to know what happened to escalate the situation and bring us where we are now." She squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"So my prescription runs out and I find a connect when I go to one of the parties at the blue house. I got pills from him for a while, but you would not believe how expensive opioids are." You tried to joke, only when you looked up to see Leighton was not laughing, not even cracking a smile, you quickly cleared your throat and got serious. "After DJ died in the house, I starting using more and it was just getting more expe-"

"Wait what? The guy that overdosed in the house, you were his friend?"

"I, well, yes. But I was also...there. I called the ambulance when I found him." You could feel everything else coming out like word vomit. "I introduced him to Liza, who introduced him to drugs." You clenched your jaw, trying to swallow down the breakdown you've been keeping at bay for over a month now. "I killed him, Leighton. It's my fault he's dead." You look up at her tearfully and when Leighton frowns and calls you 'baby', you fucking lose it.

She stands up and pulls your face from your hands. The machines attached to you are beeping rapidly for who knows what fucking reason and it was pissing you off.

"Get these off of me." You say mid sob, attempting to pull the electrodes of your chest, yanking at the wires and your shirt blindly. "Get these fucking off!"

Leighton was fighting your arms at this point, doing her best to keep your arms still. Your brain could comprehend that you were smacking her unintentionally, hitting her arms, her hands, and her chest. You felt like your body was stuck between fight and flight right now. You felt out of control in every aspect, mentally and physically. You wanted to stop, you wanted to calm down, you just literally could not.

Within seconds two nurses came in and Leighton held your arms until one of the nurses took her place. Her absence felt more upsetting and agitating, so you attempted to reach for her. Your throat felt raw from crying and now you were screaming for Leighton, begging her to help you.

You gripped a nurses arm tightly, your face smushed against her scrubs while you watched Leighton's horrified expression as the two nurses turned you on your side. One of them pulled your pants down on one side and inject a tranquilizer into your ass cheek.

You gasped and squeezed the nurses arm, mortified about what happened and that it happened in front of Leighton. You were also both shocked and impressed at how quickly your heart rate was going down.

You also felt absolutely terrible for the tears and snot you were getting on this poor nurse's scrubs. Going back and forth between pitifully apologizing to her and to Leighton while the meds kicked in.

You could feel your arms getting heavy and the nurses began to lay you on your back again. The one you were gripping for dear life was covering you with a blanket and you can over hear the one that injected your ass trying to talk Leighton through what she just witnessed.

Something about it being normal behavior when coming off a lot of drugs so suddenly. You don't fucking know.

What you do know is Leighton looked pale and traumatized and that it was absolutely your fucking fault.

You reached for her. Desperately trying to tell her that you loved her. That you're in love with her and that you were so fucking sorry.

She looked at you confused, holding your hand and telling you she couldn't understand what you were saying. You could feel yourself getting riled up mentally, but your body felt stuck. Like gum to the bottom of a fucking shoe you were stuck and locked into this bed.

The nurses left and she pulled her chair close to your bed again, her hand never letting go of yours while she did. She sat in front of you, calling you baby, pushing hair from your face, and telling you that it was okay and to just close your eyes for a little bit.

You moaned and whined, tears sliding down your cheeks. They matched the ones streaming down Leighton's and you wanted you kiss them away. Instead she wiped your tears and begged you not to cry, her lips pressed against the side of your head.

You closed your eyes, Leighton's lips against your temple while she whispered calming things in your ear.

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You woke up confused. You had a hospital gown on over your shirt and pants, and you were also pretty sure you were in a different room.

"Water?" You croak, your mouth dryer than nothing you have ever experienced before.

"Here." Came a voice next to you that was most definitely not Leighton.

You turn your head to the side to see Whitney holding a styrofoam cup with a straw and you push yourself to sit up straight, blinking and wiping away the dried up tears and sleep gunk from your eyes.

You hesitate at first, but you take the cup from her. You drink the cool ice water down like your life depended on it.

"Thank you." You tell her when you finished drinking, breathing heavily like a toddler after they downed some juice. You look around the room for any signs of Leighton, finding none. You try not to panic, but the machine measuring your hate rate gives you away.

"She'll be back. I sent her home a bit ago to change into different clothes and get something to eat." Whitney informs you, setting the water on the little table. She stands up and goes to the sink, wetting a small stack of those thin paper towels with warm water and wiping your face and mouth. You could feel your dried spit and snot come off with ease. You closed your eyes while she wiped your face, too tired to feel embarrassed. "Better?" She asks you, patting your face with a dry paper towel when she was done.

You nod your head yes, settling further into the bed.

"How long was I out?" You stare at the analog clock on the wall, but it doesn't help much since you didn't even know the time you came in or were knocked out at.

"Maybe seven hours? It's been a while. They said it could range from like six to twelve hours." You nod, staring at your covered feet. You can feel yourself checking out mentally, but Whitney talking again brings you back to earth. "Leighton filled me in, I hope that's okay."

"Mhmm, yeah." You shrugged and nodded, trying to hide your shame over the fact that another person knows this about you now.

"Why didn't you say anything to anyone?" She was soft with her approach, but there was a thin layer of assertiveness underneath.

"Well, Whitney, the thing about having a drug problem is you don't really fucking realize you have a drug problem until you end up in a hospital and get a needle shoved into your ass cheek. Or, maybe it's when a girl that injects meth between her toes gets pissy for using her Narcan on you. Gee, I just can't decide." You say sarcastically and Whitney's face hardens slightly.

"Okay, I get it." She says defensively, sitting back in the chair to lean away from you. You sigh and attempt to run a hand through your hair, but it's all matted and sweaty.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You say quietly. "I thought I had a handle on it, okay? I didn't think it was a problem." You admit, nodding your head as you thought to yourself. "Clearly." You vaguely gesture to yourself laid up in a hospital bed and Whitney nods.

"Everything is starting to make sense though. Your behaviors, your angry outbursts, the way you treated Leighton."

You wince at that last one. You treated her horribly the last like eight months and you knew that.

It was such a weird feeling. To love someone so deeply and be unable to stop yourself from absolutely wrecking them and treating them like shit.

"Yeah, I've been told already things are adding up. Glad I could provide some clarity." You give her a tight lipped smile and a weak thumbs up.

"You're awake!"

You look up to see Leighton coming into the room, a little visitor badge pinned to her hoodie. You nod, looking up at her with a smile. Your eyes start to water, something about seeing her just hitting you with the overwhelming urge to cry because you were so fucking happy she came back.

You open your arms for her and she sets her purse down to rush to your side and give you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tightly, pressing your lips wherever you could.

A knock at the door caused her to pull away. She took the extra seat on the other side of your bed as the doctor came in and greeted you, washing his hands.

He did an overall exam on you. Checked your mouth, your eyes, listening to your heart and lungs. He pulled his stool up to your bed and rested a folder of paperwork by your feet.

"So, we got your blood results back. It's routine to drug test in these situations. The school will not be informed of the results." He reassured you like the nurse did previously. "Now," he opens the packet of papers to a specific page where numbers are highlighted. "You have a decent amount in your system. I'm sure that's something you're aware of." You nod and he continues. "We do not think you overdosed on the pills themselves. Not to say that means you should go out and keep slamming them back."

The three of you made a face at him, unsure if his comment was meant to lighten the mood or if he was just a dick.

"So what's the problem then?" Whitney speaks up and he clears his throat.

"Well, you have a dangerous amount of fentanyl in your system. Whatever you took was most likely laced. Had you taken the four pills you said you normally took, you would probably be dead. Here are some packets about fentanyl as well as some inpatient and outpatient treatments for opioid addiction, and some information about methadone." He sets about five pamphlets in the open space between your legs and stands up, pushing his chair back in. "The nurse is going to come in with your discharge paperwork. Schedule an appointment with your PCP. Have a good day ladies." He sanitizes his hands and leaves the room, leaving the three of you looking confused and dumbfounded.

"That was it?" Leighton asks after he leaves, clearly frustrated. She reaches forward and grabs the pamphlets off your legs and thumbs through them furiously. "You almost fucking die apparently and that's it? You go the fuck home? What the fuck."

"Leighton, please stop." You say calmly, but she was pacing the room now while she read.

"This methadone seems good. I can call my dad and get you into a good rehab. Inpatient or out." She says while reading through the pamphlets and you start feeling overwhelmed.

Of course you wanted to be better and to stop taking the pills.

But the thought of actually doing it scared the shit out of you.

"Can I please just go home first and figure this out later?" You ask, scratching your eyebrow.

"Yes," Whitney says and looks up and Leighton sternly. "Yes, you can." She says, answering for Leighton.

"I have one request." Leighton says, shoving the pamphlets into her purse before sitting at the edge of your bed. "Please stay with us for a bit. A few days, a week. However long. Just please do it, okay?"

You nodded your head. You knew you scared her, no, fucking traumatized her. She was looking at you right now like she wanted to cry. Like if you told her no she would probably burst into tears.

You couldn't tell her no. You couldn't do this to her again. You definitely couldn't do anything to risk losing her.

"Yes, I'll stay with you. Can I stop at my room at get some clothes?"

"Absolutely. Can I go in with you when you do?"

You hesitated. You thought about the state of your side of the room. You definitely weren't as clean as you used to be. You most definitely had been slacking on doing your laundry and the thought of her going in there and seeing your gross, crusty underwear made you want to flip.

You still agreed though and she kissed your cheek. She went to kiss your lips and you turned your head.

"My mouth feels disgusting. More kissing later?"

"Deal." She nods, sneaking a quick peck onto your lips anyway.

There was a knock on the door and a nurse stepped in holding some paperwork.

"Alrighty, Y/N. Let's get you outta here, hun."

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You rushed into your dorm, quickly picking up dirty clothes from the floor and tossing them in your hamper, picking up trash and shoving it aside.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You apologize profusely for the state of your room.

"No, don't. It's okay." Leighton says, taking in the space.

She hadn't been allowed into your room for a while. Usually when she would come over it would be spotless and smell like air fresher. It was a complete 180 from what she was used to.

You could almost see her absorbing in the gravity of your addiction. As if almost OD'ing on laced pills, blowing off her dates, and having frequent mood swings weren't enough. She was getting a first hand view of how little you had been taking care of yourself because of it.

Something about that felt more shameful than anything. You felt vulnerable and exposed. You had been caught putting on a show and now all the curtains were being pulled back to expose the complex layers of your addiction. Exposing problems that you didn't even realize were becoming problems until someone you love is watching you scramble to clean it up.

"I just need to get some clean clothes." You say, opening your drawers and finding them to be pretty bare. "Fuck." You whisper to yourself.

"Why don't you bring some dirty clothes with you and we can do laundry at my dorm. Okay, baby?"

"Um, y-yeah." You blink hard, slamming your drawer shut. You open another and are thankful to find a handful of clean underwear. You pull them out and shove them into the bag Leighton had set on your bed. "Can you get me some shirts from my closet? I'll gather my dirty clothes."

"Of course." She turns around to look through your closet.

You grabbed a garbage bag and began picking clothes off the floor, plucking clothes from your hamper and other various surfaces around the room, shoving them into the trash bag. When a bunch of change falls out of one of your pockets you sigh, going back into the bag and digging through the pockets of any pants and shorts you shoved in there to make sure those were empty before you continued.

You picked up a pair of sweatpants, digging your hand into the pocket and freezing when you felt something sharp-ish poke your fingertips.

It was almost like you could hear angels singing when you pull the item from your pocket. A small baggie with three little blue pills in it. Three pills that you most definitely recognized and knew they would be safe. You traced your thumb over them, licking your lips.

"Do you want this sweater, babe?" Leighton asks from the closet behind you and you briefly turn around to face her.

"Yes, that's perfect, baby." You tell her. You weren't even looking at the sweater.

You had look at her face. Feeling guilty about everything that went down. Feeling guilty about all the time and energy she was probably going to put in to taking care of you.

You knew the best thing to do right now would be to hand the pills over. It would be the responsible thing.

You wanted to be responsible.

You grip the small baggie in your hand tightly and scratch under your nose with the back of your hand, thinking of the way you were going to hand the baggie over.

You open your palm again to stare at the pills, your hand shaking. You look around the room one more time, turning to smile at Leighton while she had a few shirts and sweaters draped over her arm for you.

You wanted to be responsible, just maybe not today.

You clear your throat, shoving the pills into the deepest corner of your front pocket.

#leighton murray x reader #leighton murray x you #my fic

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choccy-milky · 6 months ago

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OKAY HEAR ME OUT CHOCCY SEB GIVES CLORA A SNAKE RING?!?!

Soooooo rereading the fic and I’m back to chapter 33, and it totally popped into my head that they are IN THE VICTORIAN ERA and do ya know what was super popular after the engagement ring that Queen Victoria was given by Prince Albert? A SNAKE RING

AND IF THAT AINT SEB TREATING CLORA LIKE THE QUEEN SHE IS THEN I DONT KNOW WHAT IS 😭💙💚✨

Thank you for coming to my ted talk 🫣😂

LMFAOO YESS TRUST ME, IVE SEEN THIS AFTER DOING MY OWN RESEARCH ABOUT VICTORIAN RINGS, ITS SO PERFECT!! AND THE FACT THAT ITS GREEN TOO LMAO, prince albert was a possessive slytherin confirmed!!🤪 but yea ill DEFS be incorporating a snake into the final design of cloras ring HAHA. i basically HAVE to...yknow, for period accuracy 🥰

WOO YAY im glad i could inspire you to start writing!!!🙏and i get it, writing fanfic is defs self indulgent and for ourselves first and foremost, but obvs nobody wants to release their work into the void😩 as for how my own fic got popular, one of the main things is defs timing. i published the first chap basically within the first week of the game being out (it came out on the 10th and my chap was on the 18th) so it was there right at the peak/start of the fandom. but i also dont wanna attribute it all to timing BAHHA cuz i think im a pretty good writer and that helps....my fic also didnt get popular right away, but i was consistently posting every single week + eventually started adding art every single week, and was just really dedicated to not only writing but also drawing art for it (which is also obvs another huge factor/probs the biggest factor). ive had so many ppl tell me they started reading my fic bc they saw my art on pinterest or something LOL, and some ppl have even read it fandom-blind bc they were into the seb/clora dynamic??? which is another point actually. i always joke about how i love my cliches and good girl+bad boy dynamics, and that im unashamed about loving them LOL, but also...they're cliches for a reason!!! lots of us eat that shit up!!!😤so i think thats defs another factor, vs if my fic was a bit more niche and avant garde LOL the fandom is also (understandably) a lot slower than it was at the beginning of the year so itll be harder in general, but maybe you could commission art to go with your fanfic? ive seen a lot of other HL fanfic writers do it, and i think it defs helps to draw attention! GOOD LUCK and i hope you keep writing!!!🫡💖💖💖🙌

huh??? go with the tide pods instead, THAT shit looks bussin😩😩

AWW TYY😭😭I LOVE THAT HAHAH AND IM GLAD U THINK SO💖💖 my friend also asked me this question after seeing my recent ask, and i STILL have no idea what i would have named it instead LMAOO, thats how bad i am at naming things. even a year later im like bruh idk!!! clora and sebs bizarre adventures??? i guess id probs make it something light/dark themed in retrospect, or something more specific to the ancient magic, but i still have no idea what LOL

#ok but also just in case it actually needs to be said #DONT CHUG LAUNDRY DETERGENT YALL #ask

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p-taryn-dactyl · 3 months ago

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maybe for way down we go somehow agatha manipulates everyone/the evidence so it looks like she's innocent/falsely accused or reader has to hide her bc she doesn't want aggie to go back to jail idk I'm sorry lol i just love reading your work

way down we go: the aftermath (ii)

a/n: ok confess did you read my mind? but really, i’m so glad you sent this in bc i was wondering if the ideas i had were bad😭 but great minds think alike and so now here’s part 2 hehehe (also thank you anon! i’m so happy you enjoy my work!) edit: dear god i am so embarrassed by what i have written here but also i hope some of y'all like it?? oh god imma go climb in a hole christ maybe i should go back to church idk word count: 1.6k warning(s): first part of this fic is smut, or what i consider smut (ok idk why it's harder for me to write spicy shit on this blog when ive written it so many other times) the rest is back to normal production of murder, crime and debauchery; like a second or two of angst; im making so much of this shit up plz don't come for me

Once she started, it felt like she would never stop.

You didn’t want her to.

Your hands grasped Agatha’s neck and shoulders, trembling as she brought crashing waves of pleasure over you. With eyes screwed shut, your head leaned back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. But your wife wouldn’t allow you to rest. With the hand not pumping into you, she grasped your chin, forcing you to look at her as you pried your eyes open.

“Look at me,” her voice commanded softly as the heel of her hand pressed into your clit, drawing a surprised whimper from your lips as her pace became slow and languid, “I want to see what I do to you, what only I do to you.”

At her words, there was a question radiating in her eyes, along with a sudden hardness that took your remaining breath away. You tightened your grip on your wife, following her instructions and looking deep into her eyes.

“There was no one else, there’s always been no one else. Only you.”

Agatha nodded slightly, increasing her pace once more and looking proud of herself as your face twisted with pleasure.

“Only me.”

Agatha added a finger, continuously brushing your bundle of nerves with the heel of her hand, relishing in your moans and how you wrapped your arms even tighter around her neck, bringing a hand to tangle in her hair and bring her into a crashing kiss. A battle for dominance was quickly lost as her tongue parted your lips, devouring you. You felt your mind grow hazy from pleasure, the hot coil in your abdomen threatening to snap.

The ring of your phone interrupted everything.

You felt it buzz in your backpocket, vibrating against the wall behind you.

Agatha didn’t like your attention being taken away.

She shifted, removing her fingers from you, much to your chagrin. You only had a moment to process before you were moved. In a blur, you now sat in the very chair Agatha once sat, your legs propped over her shoulders, your phone in her hand as she handed it to you. You furrowed your brow in confusion as you watched it ring, Agatha’s eyes never leaving yours.

“Answer it, we can’t have anyone worrying for you.” There was something in Agatha’s tone that you couldn’t decipher but you couldn’t go against what she told you to do. You put your phone to your ear, hitting the answer button. Darcy’s panicked ramblings flooded out, barely giving you time to answer any of her questions.

“Did you see the news? Y/N, this is crazy. Do you think she escaped? Oh god with our luck she was behind it all! Where are you right now? Do you need company? Girl I can be over to your place so fast-”

You were quickly distracted from your best friend as you felt Agatha’s hands tighten on your thighs, pulling your pants and underwear down with her teeth. She only took a second to take in the sight in front of her, your glistening folds, wet from the pleasure she gave you. Then she dove straight in. You could barely contain your surprised squeal, slapping your free hand over your mouth.

She was relentless, fingers parting your folds as her mouth covered your entire core, tongue going straight to your clit. It was like she was doing everything to get you to fall apart before her and you were oh so close.

"...Y/N, are you ok?"

It was like Darcy was speaking to you underwater, your focus purely on how your wife's head moved between your legs. Swallowing back a moan as Agatha's tongue flattened and lapped harshly at your folds, you gave your friend an answer.

"Yeah...I'm, I'm just shaken. Can I call you la-later?"

You could practically feel Darcy's hesitation through the phone but the second she agreed you hit the hang up button. Throwing your phone onto the floor somewhere, your hands tangled in Agatha's hair, encouraging her. You felt her smirking before she removed a hand from your thigh to slip two fingers into you, almost immediately finding that electric spot within you. Paired with her lips and tongue staying firmly suctioned onto your clit, you felt your orgasm crash into you and over you. Your mind and body felt seperated as you caught your breath, Agatha peeling herself away from you, coming up to kiss your forehead. She nuzzled you with her nose for a moment, the soft action sending you into a light sleep.

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The weeks that followed Agatha's return were nothing less than stressful. Constantly looking over your shoulder as you walked into your home, unplugging every and any device that could connect to internet, and ordering food but having them deliver to your neighbor finally made you snap one day at the lab.

You knew how to do it, you knew how to collect evidence, how to manipulate it wasn't exactly hard.

The issue was Darcy.

While she was a great friend, constantly checking in on you, making sure you were okay with your supposed serial killer ex-wife being on the run, she was the greatest obstacle in your goal.

One night, while the two of you had dinner, you mentioned this to Agatha, angry at yourself for being untruthfull to your friend.

"Well, I could always," Agatha made a gesture with her knife jokingly, smirking to herself as she cut into the steak. It was like all the air left the room, the reminder of what your wife was hitting you like a truck. At your silence, Agatha looked up, her eyes widening at your expression. With a shaking hand, you pointed at your wife and shook your head.

"No, no, you don't-" your voice broke as everything swirled around in your mind, "You don't joke about that. Definitely not about Darcy."

Agatha opened her mouth to respond but you found yourself not wanting to hear her voice. Some petty, evil, part of you called from the dark part of your mind to call the police. Turn Agatha in once more and remove the weight from your shoulders.

You ignored that thought, instead pushing your chair away from the table before Agatha could speak and walking to the bedroom, calling over your shoulder.

"I'm going to bed, I need to think."

You got into your pajamas, going through your nightly routine with a lump in your throat, like your flight or fight was being triggered. It took a while for you to notice that Agatha had yet to come to bed, the time well into the night. Making your way into the living room, you took some steadying breaths. While your reaction was valid, maybe you should've stayed to listen to what she had to say. When you crossed the threshold into the living room, you saw that Agatha had gotten some spare blankets out of a closest, making bed on the couch. She too was awake and smiled at you hesitantly when she noticed you standing in the walkway.

"I didn't know if you would appreciate my company tonight." Her voice was soft, almost as if she was trying to be careful. You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow.

"I always appreciate your company, I didn't appreciate the comment you made."

Agatha nodded, slowly getting up from the couch to come stand in front of you, holding her hands up as if she wanted to hold you.

"It's too early for jokes, I understand."

At a peculiarly pointed glare, Agatha quickly added on,

"And Darcy is off limits, of course. I would never, I mean- she's safe, totally safe."

Some part of you wanted to laugh at your flustered serial killer wife but you simply held out a hand, pulling her back to your bedroom, your plan and anxiety of tomorrow swirling in your head.

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You'd never been more grateful for a robbery before. Since you specialized in murder or special victim cases, you were able to stay behind in the lab while Darcy and Jimmy went to case the gas station and talk to the poor teen who was at the register. You reviewed the two key pieces of evidence that were used to hammer the final nail in Agatha's coffin. A strand of hair and the blood profile. Anything else was circumstancial or based on a loose psychological profile.

The hair was easy enough to make doubtful as it wasn't a reliable source by itself. The follicle of the strand wasn't even attatched, meaning the only use this had was to be compared with a strand of Agatha's hair taken during the trial process.

One click and the hair was digitally gone.

The blood, however, was the tricky part. It was a 94% match to your wife, meaning it could either be her or a relative. You felt your stomach drop when you realized this could be the evidence that ruins everythings.

Until you noticed something.

In your report, in the other forensic report, and in the court transcript, it said the other blood profile was heavily mixed into the victims. You did a cross reference between Agatha's supposed blood and the victims, the result showing that one couldn't be distinguished from the other. Agatha's blood was triggered as the closest possible match of the two blood profiles, even though realistically the computer should've said the evidence was inconclusive.

An excuse formed in your head.

You, and your team, were so focused on catching the serial killer that had been terrorizing the town, you had overlooked key inconsistencies, instead focusing on the one true suspect you'd had on the case.

One click. The blood was deemed inconclusive.

One click, the case was reopened.

One click, all evidence of Agatha being guilty was erased.

One click, no one would know it was you who had manipulated the system.

One click.

Agatha was officially innocent.

a/n: was this ok? lie to me and say yes, wait no don't do that I'll get happy then remember you're lying and then ill be sad. on another note, r is officially a criminal whoo. i do have something planned for this series but can y'all tell me if you genuinely like this series? many thanks 🙏

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 4 months ago

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Forgive Me

I’m sorry for the words I left unsaid

For the silence that bloomed in their stead

I am the autumn leaves that promised to stay green

But turned to gold and crimson

And fell quietly to the ground

Forgive me, for I am the sea,

Sometimes gentle, sometimes raging,

My tides pulling you close then casting you away

From me

Again

And again

I am the unfinished letter, the ink smudged by hesitation

The words trembling on the edge of honesty

But never finding their way to my lips

I am the shadow that followed you

Uninvited

Lingering where I should have shone

I'm trapped in the spaces between your steps,

A silent witness to paths never taken

A reminder of moments left unexplored

I am the clock that ticked too slowly,

Then too fast

Robbing us of moments we thought were endless

But were really only whispers

Fading like the memories we chase and forget

I am a broken compass

Promising direction but spinning aimlessly

Lost in its own confusion

Guided by the chaos of its own design

I am the unstruck match

Brimming with unrealised potential

A warmth that never kindled into flame

I am the poet fumbling for the right words,

The artist with colours but no canvas,

The singer with a song caught in their throat

So forgive me for the love I offered in fragments,

For the heart that beat in uneven rhythms,

For the touch that sometimes felt like a caress,

Other times like a ghost passing through

Forgive me for the gaps where your trust should have been,

For the space I filled with absence

For the hesitations that wove distance between us

Forgive me for the moments when I was not enough

For the way I let my uncertainties

Wipe clean the promises written in the sand

Forgive me for all I was and all I could not be

I am trying with every breath

And for that, I hope, you can find it in you to

Forgive me

Just once more

I promise this will be the final time I ask

im gonna be honest with you. i hate it. idk. ive been rewriting this poem for a week now and idk maybe one of the first versions was better but it's lost now. so ive decided to post this so that i wont go crazy editing the shit out of it lol

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moonchildstyles · 1 year ago

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announcement/sneak peek

happy spooky season everyone!!

ive never had the time to do something like this, but ive finally timed it all right and I'll be posting a halloween/spooky centered fic for this season! and, for the first time ever, I'm trying out a mini-series kind of format! if its something ppl like and interact with ill def consider doing this more!

anywayyyyyyyy, starting next friday, the 13th, on patreon I will begin posting my new mini-series called Oleander for early access! two weeks later on friday, the 27th, tumblr will begin the story!

it's a three part mini series with darker themes and ideas than ive ever worked with before! i don't usually spoil too much of the stories but ! this is another vamp h story!! very different from my previous vamp h though!!!

this will be my last big piece of writing for the year before I go on my break, and I'm so excited for you guys to get to read it and get to know this new story!

under the cut, I have a sneak peek attached! I also have a Pinterest board you can look at if you want to get a feel for the story!

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She hadn't misremembered, it appeared. His eyes really were almost black, just barely tinted a forest green—if the forest in question was being spotted in the pitch of night, only a sliver of the moon and stars above allowing any clarification.

Her heart jumped in her throat, running faster than it had any reason to when their eyes met. She forced herself to swallow it down.

"Sorry, sir," she muttered, unable to pull her gaze away from his even if she instinctively wanted to look anywhere else. "Did you find all you were looking for?"

"I did, yes." His voice was a lulling rumble, rounded and heady as if the goal was to lure her nearer. If not for the table separating them, she would have fallen for it.

Offering a quiet smile, she gave him a polite nod.

No other words were exchange, as per usual for his visits. The Count wasn't much for conversation and idle chatter like the rest of the village. Instead, she could feel him watching her as she counted up his herbs and the price of each bundle.

He was buying the same ones he always did: winter savory (he switched to chamomile when out of season), tobacco, and lavender.

The buds together created a confusing scent, adding to the mishmash of what the apothecary already was. She couldn't imagine that he would put these three together in any space of that castle, the mixture too aggressive.

Though she tired her best to concentrate on only the herbs, (Y/N) was too aware of the static of his presence. She wondered what he thought when he came down to the village, what he thought when he interacted with people like her. He was always so stoic. He never gave anything away, though that didn't stop the village gossip from running wild about him.

Swallowing around her dry throat, heartbeat bubbling against her ribs, she matched his gaze. The pricing for his bounty came out on buzzing lips, "Sixteen shillings please, sir."

He didn't bat an eyelash at the price despite it being the biggest single purchase her father's apothecary would see until the next time he ventured down. Instead, he looked at her with his dark eyes and a tic in his jaw. He was unbearably handsome, made of cut edges and smooth planes, but he always looked at her as if he were angry and working to bury it down. She could never figure out why or what exactly made his nostrils flare or his jaw tight when he spoke to her, but she hoped she wasn't the only one he reacted to like this.

His hands moved quickly, pulling out a small pouch of tinkling coins before he plucked out the exact amount for her. For a moment, she could see bank notes tucked inside the pouch as well. While she wasn't surprised that someone like him would have that kind of wealth, she had never seen it before with her own eyes.

Passing off the change to her, his pale fingers grazed her open palm. Goosebumps immediately raised across her skin, his touch feeling as if he had been standing in the dawn's dew for hours, allowing the chill to cling to his skin and leach away all hope for warmth. The graze was quick, barely a heartbeat long, but she swore she could feel the lingering touch for moments after. Maybe he really did have a hard time navigating the village when the fog was this thick, having traveled in winding route and wrong turns for so long he still hadn't been able to heat up even after spending time in the shop.

Flicking her gaze up to his on instinct, she saw he was looking at swatches of skin exposed from her dress, eyeing the goosebumps he had plucked up on accident.

(Y/N) cleared her throat, nothing more than a reminder to herself to keep professional and not to gawk at the man. She placed the change in the small cup underneath the collection counter before reaching for his herbs of choice. A length of twine was used to tie up the bundle, ensuring he didn't lose anything on his way back home.

"Thank you," he muttered once she passed them back, their skin no longer grain this time.

"Have a pleasant journey back home," she chirped, her voice decidedly pleasant against the bubbling she was feeling inside, "Stay warm."

The Count didn't give any kind of reaction to her before he was leaving the shop in a flourish. Taking advantage of the window at her disposal, she watched as he ventured out into the fog. The mist mingled around him, making him appear as if he were a ghost, one with the Earth-bound clouds. She was only vague aware of the way her body heat ticked up some now that he had left.

Though she could hear the sound of footsteps descending the stairs that led up to their home a floor above, (Y/N)'s head was outside the shop and away from her father. She didn't turn even when she could tell he had made it to the landing. He was used to it by now, she knew. Her head was always miles away as far as he was concerned—thinking too big for the village and that was only going to hurt her in the long run.

The air around her shifted, telling her that her father was just behind her, likely watching to see what had caught her attention this time.

"Is that Harry?" he grumbled, spitting out the name while dismissing the faux-title since they were alone.

Her father didn't much like the Count—Harry, as he bitterly spat out. (Y/N) was never sure what had set off her father's distaste for the man, just knowing that he thought him to be something of a boogeyman against the village. He didn't even go to church, her father regularly complained. What kind of man was he if he couldn't even bother to trudge down from his palace to spend some time with God, even if it was in the presence of commoners?

(Y/N) never really minded. Though she'd never tell her father, church was boring. She couldn't blame Harry—the Count, whatever she was supposed to call him—for skipping out. Especially with the peeks a the castle she could garner if she trekked through the woods far enough. She wouldn't want to leave that place for anything.

Nonetheless, (Y/N) answered with a soft, "Yes." Her eyes were still locked on the form of him she could barely make out through the mist.

A grunt of disapproval left her father's lips. She didn't have to look at him to know that he had his arms crossed over his chest. "Are you okay?"

It was when he settled a hand on her shoulder that she snapped out of her staring.

"Yes, I'm well," she answered as placidly as possible when she turned to face him. She didn't want to show just how affected she was by the Count. Her father would do more than just grunt and disapprove if he knew just how drawn to the man as she was.

He peered through the window, his eyes surely finding the one dark figure filtering through the fog. His brows slanted into harsh slashes over his eyes. "I want you to come and find me when he comes in from now on. I don't want him talking with you, anymore."

Her fingertips buzzed at the new instructions, matching the kickstart to her heartbeats. As much as she heard her father's concerns, and had listened in to all the of the stories and webs spun about this man, those did little to deter her interest in Harry or quell the bubbling in her chest every time she saw him step inside the apothecary.

"I can handle him, father," she countered, trying to sound as uninterested as possible while attempting to hold her ground, "We barely talk when he comes in, anyway."

The creases between his brows only deepened when he matched her gaze. "I do not want you becoming one of his victims, (Y/N)."

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crismakesstuff · 10 months ago

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im so excited for invincible s2b now that it has an official release date… and that release date is march 14th

Let me talk about why that has me worried for the future of the show

‼️also no hate to any other shows mentioned‼️

I want to start with these two images :

invincible compared to the boys and now hazbin hotel has BARELY gotten any offical advertising on this level. The boys also got ads in times square for the promotion of s3 and the spin-off gen v im pretty sure but I could be wrong.

Don’t get me wrong I am rly happy to see an animated show get promotion at that level and I think more streaming services should do the same but why is it that invincible, a show on its SECOND SEASON gets nothing? The official invincible accounts have to do most of the heavy lifting themselves with generating hype on their twt,insta and tiktok. People complain that the accounts often make “an announcement for the announcement” but they have too! They literally have no other option! It sucks to see invincible show signs of a show thats clearly being tampered with by executive fuckery that has led so many other animated shows to an early grave.

Also I NEED people to realize that invincible’s release schedule NOT THE FAULT OF THE CREW

I see people regularly being rude and borderline aggressive to crew members online (which ive seen happen in other fandoms too) but the amount of people that were bitching and whining about the hiatus saying things like “this is why we shouldn’t let animators have good working conditions” and people agreeing with those takes were INSANE. The crew have no control over when the show drops or not, that is a decision left up to executives.

Now why could this delay be happening ?

a little bit ago amazon made this announcement to its customers:

this very well lines up with what many people began to speculate online as to why invincible had such a weird release schedule for season 2. They release the first half and get people hooked on the first 4 episodes ending on a massive cliffhanger and then release the second half after ads are introduced in hopes of making more money bc ppl don’t want ads in the middle of their shows.

Even then many people (myself included) think that it would’ve ultimately been better for the sake of the shows own hype to just wait to release them in March back to back all 8 episodes. Because the midseason break just kneecapped the hype the show had built up so hard and now many people are reasonably frustrated.

Because there was no clarity on when the show would be back. Most people assumed it would be a month long break for the holidays which shows have done for a long time. And then fake leaks came out that the show would come back in early January, and then the invincible accounts were virtually silent, and people were saying the break was intentional for fans to (recover) for ep 4. It was all over the place

What should fans do going forward?

Best thing you can do is stream the show legally if you can! TALK about invincible, don’t let the hype die out. Get this shit on trending ! Boost any official posts online showing that there is still a demand for this show! If you can, buy merch! Read the comics legally ! LET AMAZON KNOW WE STILL CARE ABOUT THIS SHOW!

again no hate to the other shows here bc ive watched all of them! I just want invincible to get some of that love too because this show is so amazing and you can tell how much love the crew has put into it <3

#i would honestly be so fucking heartbroken if invincible got canceled because its genuinely one of my favorite pieces of media ever #shoutout to the invincible crew for putting so much love into this show it fr shows #it deserves so much more promotion and attention #invincible #the boys #hazbin hotel #gen v #animation #invincible show #amazon prime #long post

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differentpostrebel · 2 months ago

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 41: The Gathering Storm

A/N: And we are back at it again with another chapter! The bonus chapter will be next! But yall Ive gone ahead writting the whole cake island arc and THE SCENES! THE SMUT! (its also my first time writing smut), AND THE BETRAYAL! Like yall aint ready this whole arc is about to be hella angst with passion with betrayal with just everything. Thank you guys so much for reblogging! Liking, commenting and interacting with my fan fiction! Im way to excited for you guys to read these chapters! But without further a do let the adventure begin.

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Sanji x Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece x reader.

Y/N POV…

Time passed as Nami, Chopper, Brook, and I prepared for our departure. Luffy had gone off with Carrot to check on the others, helping to tend to Zunesha’s injury alongside the gondolas who were busy bandaging the elephant’s massive legs. Soon after, Luffy went to grab Pekoms, and we all headed to meet him where the ship was stationed.

"Oh, Pedro, you're coming along with us as well?" I asked, noticing him standing beside us.

Pedro nodded, stepping forward with his usual quiet resolve. "Yes. This fight involves more than just your crew. I'll help wherever I can."

As we waited for Luffy, Usopp approached with a new upgrade for Nami’s Clima-Tact. He handed it to her with pride, a wide grin on his face. “Check it out, Nami! I added a new feature! This one’s gonna be awesome!”

Nami’s eyes lit up as she tested the new function, summoning small bursts of air and clouds with a flick of her wrist. “Usopp, this is incredible!” she said, beaming.

"Usopp, you really outdid yourself," I added, watching in amusement as Nami toyed with the new features.

Usopp scratched the back of his head, chuckling nervously. “I would’ve worked on yours too, Y/N, but… well, your abilities are kinda... different,” he admitted, his laugh trailing off awkwardly.

I laughed too, waving off his concern. “I like my current features just fine,” I said as I clenched my fists and connected them. A bright glow surrounded me as both electrical currents and flames crackled to life, coursing through my arms, the color now a brilliant white hue.

“Hmmm, looks like they’re white now,” I murmured, gazing at the dazzling energy surrounding me.

Raizo, who had been watching closely, let out a loud exclamation, eyes wide in amazement. "Incredible! This must be an advanced form of ninjutsu!" he cried, clasping his hands together in admiration.

I unclenched my fists, letting the power fizzle out. “It’s not ninjutsu, but close enough,” I said with a wink, earning a nod of approval from Raizo.

Finally, we arrived at the main gate of Zou. The minks and our crew gathered to wish us luck, their faces a mix of hope and determination. It was time to say our goodbyes, but the air was heavy with the knowledge of what awaited us.

As I turned to walk toward the ship, I heard Law’s voice call out to me. “Princess.”

I glanced over my shoulder, meeting his gaze as he approached, his expression somewhat serious yet tinged with hesitation. "Yes, Law?" I asked, feeling the weight of my sword behind me and the hidden blades secured tightly on my thigh halter.

Law hesitated, his cheeks flushing slightly. “I…” He trailed off, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the weight of whatever he was trying to say.

Behind him, Bepo, Penguin, and Shachi began to snicker, clearly amused by Law’s uncharacteristic awkwardness.

Penguin elbowed Shachi with a grin. “He’s really bad at this, huh?”

Shachi laughed under his breath. “Terrible! How’s he supposed to confess anything when he can barely say a word?”

Bepo, trying to maintain a straight face, added, “Captain, if you don’t say it now, you might miss your chance.”

I couldn’t help but smirk at the situation, the teasing from his crew making Law even more flustered. His hand nervously scratched at the back of his neck as he shot a glare toward them, clearly annoyed by their antics.

“Shut up, all of you!” Law snapped, trying to regain some composure. His eyes flicked back to mine, softening as he took a breath. “Look, I just… I wanted to say—be careful out there. The mission ahead, it’s dangerous.”

I smiled at him, feeling a warmth bloom in my chest. "Of course, Law. Besides, I'm carrying you with me." I held out the necklace he had given me, the small charm catching the light. Law’s face flushed deeper as he stared at it, his usual guarded expression softening.

Law was about to respond when Zoro interrupted, stepping between us with a smug look. “Hey, Traffy, quit hogging Y/N. Some of us still want to say goodbye.”

Law glared at Zoro, the rivalry between them sparking up again. “I’m not hogging anyone.”

Zoro raised an eyebrow. “Sure doesn’t seem like it.”

Before they could start bickering again, I intervened, turning to Zoro with a grin. He noticed the black bandana he had given me still tied around my head, this time as a headband. His eyes softened as he stepped closer, placing a gentle hand on my cheek, surprising me with the tenderness of the gesture.

“I can’t believe my partner’s getting all soft on me. Maybe I should stop with those naps we take,” I teased, my tone affectionate yet playful.

I chuckled, nudging him lightly. “ Take care of yourself, team captain.”

Zoro smirked, glancing around at the others. “Yeah, yeah. You just better come back to me”

Before we could continue, Luffy showed up, Pekoms strapped awkwardly to his back. “Alright! Looks like everyone’s here!” Luffy announced, his usual carefree smile in place as he glanced around at us.

“I guess so, Captain,” I replied, shaking my head at the sight of Pekoms, who looked less than thrilled about his current situation.

“Wait, nobody told me he was coming!” Pekoms exclaimed, glaring at Pedro, who stood nearby.

Pedro just shrugged. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Pekoms huffed, clearly irritated as the mink dogs crowded around Brook, nibbling at his bony legs. Chopper, meanwhile, was surrounded by minks and the lady reindeer, all bidding him farewell with tearful smiles.

Zoro, standing beside me again, smirked as he eyed Luffy. “We’re talking about Sanji here. That idiot skirt-chaser might actually want to get married. I mean, maybe he does want this whole thing.”

“No way!” Luffy exclaimed. “Besides, didn’t he say he was already engaged to Y/N?!”

My face immediately flushed, and before I knew it, I’d punched Luffy on the head. “How many times do I have to explain this?! I’m NOT engaged!” I shouted, frustrated.

Luffy rubbed his head, wincing but still grinning. “Ow! Just sayin’ what Sanji wrote!”

Before I could argue further, Law stepped forward again, his eyes locking with mine. “Princess, wait a moment.”

Zoro tensed at the sight of Law approaching, his protective instincts kicking in, but before he could intervene, Law added, “Bepo wanted to give you a goodbye hug.”

I laughed, immediately softening at the mention of the giant bear mink. “Aww, Bepo! Come here!” I said, opening my arms wide.

Bepo, tears already welling up, ran over and enveloped me in a big, warm hug. “Take care of yourself, Y/N! We’ll miss you so much!”

I hugged him back, smiling. “Don’t cry, Bepo. I’ve got this. We’ll save Sanji and deal with the marriage situation, and I’ll be back in no time.”

Bepo sniffled as he put me down, wiping his eyes. Law, smirking at the whole interaction, stepped forward one last time. Without a word, he pulled me into a tight hug, the gesture catching me off guard, but I couldn’t help but laugh as I hugged him back.

“I’ll make some badass weapons so I can whoop Kaido!” Franky boasted, flexing his arms as if the victory was already his.

“And I’ll round up every last samurai the Land of Wano has to offer,” Zoro said with a smirk, determination in his voice.

I laughed, finding their energy contagious. “Good luck, partner!” I teased, blowing Zoro a kiss in mock flirtation. He grinned and reached to catch it, only for Law to swoop in, casually catching it instead.

“What the hell, Traffy?!” Zoro snapped, his eyes narrowing.

Law smirked, flicking the imaginary kiss with his fingers and placing it in his pocket. “Can’t help it if you’re slow.”

“Oh, that’s it—” Zoro began, ready to step up as I rolled my eyes, chuckling at their endless bickering.

Before their argument could escalate, Kanjuro approached, offering assistance for our descent down the massive elephant. “Would you like my help with the descent?”

“Nah, we got it!” Luffy said with his usual carefree grin, already stepping toward me.

“Luffy, wait—” I started, but I didn’t get a chance to finish before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me along with Pedro and the others.

“Luffy, don’t you dare—” I gasped, but it was too late.

“Bye!” Luffy yelled with a wild laugh as he launched himself—and us—off the cliff.

“AHHHHH!!” we all screamed, plummeting through the air.

“We’ll get Sanji and end this marriage for Y/N before you know it!” Luffy shouted triumphantly, even as the wind whipped past us.

“LUFFY!” I yelled, my stomach flipping as the ground below rapidly approached.

“See you guys at Wano!” Luffy called back, his laughter echoing through the air.

“Be careful around Big Mom! There’s a good reason she’s an Emperor!” Usopp’s voice trailed down after us, but it seemed far too late for warnings now.

Luffy laughed, as carefree as ever, while the rest of us clung to him for dear life, the world rushing past us at dizzying speed.

Minutes passed, and we finally made it back to the Thousand Sunny, all of us exhausted from the wild plunge.

“Pull it together, guys!” Luffy said, still full of energy.

“Easy for you to say!” I groaned, catching my breath. “I think I saw my life flash before my eyes.”

“That jump caused my heart to skip a beat… Oh wait, I don’t have a heart! Yohohoho!” Brook laughed.

Suddenly, a voice called out from one of the rooms. “Okay! Just leave it to me!” Carrot shouted.

“Look at her—she’s perfectly fi—" Luffy paused, realization hitting him like a brick. “Wait, Carrot! What are you doing here?!”

I stood up, feeling a bit more steady. “Yeah, what gives, Carrot?” I asked.

“I decided to tag along!” Carrot exclaimed, playfully biting us with her sharp teeth, much to our surprise.

Pedro shook his head, clearly not amused. “We need to go back and drop you off.”

Carrot’s ears drooped, pleading, “No, please! I didn’t mean any harm this time! I even brought supplies!” She proudly pulled out a bundle of carrot juice, fresh carrots, and a shirt.

“Well, you’re on board now,” Luffy said as he casually munched on one of Carrot’s offerings. “Can you fend for yourself?”

“Of course I can!” Carrot puffed out her cheeks and leaped at Luffy, biting him again.

“Pet her head, Luffy!” I called out. He did as I said, and immediately, Carrot relaxed, her eyes half-lidded in contentment.

“She almost took out Luffy!” Chopper cried in shock.

Man, I’m hungry!” Luffy declared, rubbing his stomach. “Somebody go make us some grub!”

Nami and I exchanged glances. “Looks like it’s up to us. Someone check on the water for Nami,” I said, already climbing the steps to the galley.

“It’s 5,000 berries per head… except for Y/N,” Nami announced with a sly grin.

“What?! Why her?” everyone grumbled in unison.

“Fine then, I’ll cook!” Luffy said with confidence.

“What?!” we all gasped, knowing this wouldn’t end well.

“You can leave it to me, I got this,” Luffy said, marching toward the kitchen.

“Oh boy,” I muttered, shaking my head.

Hours passed as I watched the sea from the deck, the ship gently swaying beneath my feet. Brook was showing Carrot around, and Luffy was still in the kitchen attempting to cook. But my mind was elsewhere, drifting back to Sanji’s letter and this whole marriage fiasco.

I sighed, reflecting. “Sure, we ‘partially dated,’ and I gave him that ultimatum... but a part of me kind of hoped Sanji would change. A part of me even still liked him,” I admitted to myself quietly. “But every time I wanted to see that change, he’d revert back to his old ways. Zoro’s words still stick with me—‘You deserve better.’”

A bitter smile tugged at my lips. “I wanna knock his skull in for saying that lie about us being engaged. We never even had that conversation,” I grumbled. The fact that I was being forced into marriage to a Vinsmoke—a family tied to Sanji—just added to the drama.

“I’m not the marrying kind,” I thought, running a hand through my hair. “I knew being a warrior and a pirate meant my life was always on the line. Marriage was never in the cards.”

Pedro’s footsteps broke my reverie as he came down, holding today’s newspaper. He handed it to Luffy, who skimmed the pages.

“Ahh! The Revolutionaries got beaten?” Luffy said, reading aloud.

“Impossible!” I said, my thoughts immediately shifting to Sabo’s safety.

“Here it is,” Pedro added, pointing to a picture of Dragon but Luffy was more concerned about someone else.

“Sabo!” Luffy and I both shouted in unison.

“It’s a picture of my brother!” Luffy beamed, showing me the paper.

“Captain, I gotta say, that picture of him looks good,” I said, examining the image closely.

“That’s Sabo?” Brook asked, clearly surprised. “I don’t know all the details, but he’s the one you ran into back in Dressrosa, right?”

“And Y/N, how do you know him?” Brook added curiously.

I smiled softly. “Remember that story I told you guys? About how I trained on that island with King and the others? Sam, the one who treated my wounds and helped me train—well, turns out Sam was actually Sabo.”

“So Sabo, Luffy’s brother, is the Chief of Staff!” Brook said, clearly impressed.

“Yup,” I replied with pride.

Nami turned to Luffy. “You didn’t mention that! What kind of family are you from?”

Luffy scratched his head, trying to remember. “Wait, so that guy beside him is...?”

“Yes, that’s your father, Luffy. You remember what your grandpa told you two years ago, right?” Nami pressed.

Luffy blinked, recalling the memory. “Huh! That’s my dad? This guy?”

“First time seeing him,” Luffy shrugged, his tone more curious than concerned. “Anyway, I hope Sabo’s okay.”

“The paper says an anonymous tip led the Navy to the Revolutionaries, but Blackbeard’s crew had already made the ruin,” Nami explained.

“Those bastards!” I yelled, fists clenched.

“Blackbeard… that bastard!” Luffy echoed, his tone darkening.

“You think Sabo’s okay? He fought that champion guy, right?” I asked, sharing a worried look with Luffy.

Pedro chimed in, “Fortunately, there’s no mention of casualties. If your brother or father had passed, it would’ve made the headlines.”

“That’s a good point,” Luffy said, his smile returning.

Chopper sniffed the air, and I caught the scent as well. “Hey… is something burning?”

“Oh no!” Luffy cried, realizing he’d left the stove on.

“Why is it on fire?!” Nami shouted, running toward the galley.

“Wait a sec—there’s a storm coming!” Nami added, directing us to throw the sails.

“What about the fire?” I asked, watching the flames rise.

“The rain will put it out,” Nami said, unconcerned.

Luffy burst into laughter as the fire gradually died out, replaced by heavy rain and the ship rocking beneath us. We all clung to the railings, waiting for the storm to pass, as the waves tossed us back and forth.

Third POV… Kaidou…

In a dimly lit room of Onigashima, Kaido sat slumped over a table, heavy with the weight of Sake. The fumes of alcohol clung to him like a fog, blurring the edges of reality. His thoughts flickered between drunken revelry and simmering anger as he stared at the wanted posters laid out in front of him: Monkey D. Luffy in the center, flanked by Trafalgar Law and "Princess" Vinsmoke Y/N.

“Commander Kaido! Commander Kaido!” A subordinate’s frantic voice cut through the haze, but Kaido barely registered it, his hand reaching for another bottle.

“Master Jack failed to rescue Joker. What should we do?!” the subordinate continued, anxiety seeping into his voice.

Kaidou’s grip on the Sake bottle tightened, his eyes glistening with a mix of fury and sorrow. “Then that means we won’t be able to carry anymore gifter,” he muttered, bringing the bottle to his lips once again.

“Joker! Why Joker! How could you let yourself get beat like that?!” he roared, the emotion spilling over in waves. “You promised me we’d make the greatest crew ever! Filled with Devil Fruit powers! And yet… before our dream could come true, you got your ass handed to you by a couple of piss-poor brats!”

His voice cracked as he slammed the bottle down, the sound echoing in the room. “Damn Joker, you dumb bastard! This is because you are a weakling!”

One of the subordinates gingerly picked up Luffy’s and Y/N’s wanted posters, while another held Law’s. “I don’t know, sir, these Strawhats look tough,” one of them said, uncertainty lacing his tone.

Kaidou, fueled by his drunken rage, flipped the posters over to see them again, but his coordination was off, causing him to tumble slightly. In a fit of anger, he punched the subordinate holding the Luffy and Y/N posters, shattering it into pieces.

“Who do you think I am?!” Kaidou bellowed, his voice reverberating in the room.

“Come on, Commander Kaido, there’s no need to lose your cool,” the subordinate pleaded, trying to pacify him.

Kaido leaned forward, eyes blazing. “Strawhat Luffy, Princess Y/N, and Trafalgar Law... let me take a guess. They’re the worst generation trash, thinking they can take down a Warlord. But they messed with my business, and they will pay in blood.”

His laughter rang hollow, a mix of madness and desperation. “Enough of those brats! Wake up, boy!” He pointed an accusatory finger toward a cell, where Eustass Captain Kid lay unconscious, blood dripping from his head. “Listen to me, warn your little playmates! Playing pirate is going to get everyone you love killed.”

With a heavy heart and a bottle of Sake in hand, Kaido sank back into his thoughts, consumed by the bitter taste of defeat and the growing weight of impending retribution.

Y/N POV…

We had barely made it out of the storm, but the bitter cold replaced the chaos. I shivered beneath my winter coat, hearing Brook’s chatter, “It’s quite cold!”

“The roof is fixed!” Luffy and Chopper beamed as they proudly finished repairing the kitchen roof, damaged earlier from the fire.

“All right! The storm’s gone, the ship’s fixed, and I saved the food! Don’t be shy! Dig in!” Luffy proclaimed, a wide grin across his face. We all gathered around to feast on his creation until we realized something wasn’t right. The dish… didn’t look edible.

“It’s my signature curry!” Luffy said, still smiling.

“We can’t eat this…” Brook muttered.

“I went through a lot of trouble to whip this up!” Luffy grabbed a spoonful and took a bite, immediately regretting it. “Yuck! We can’t eat this!”

“Sanji would be mad that you wasted food,” I pointed out, chuckling at the sight of Luffy grimacing.

Suddenly, Nami rushed upstairs to check our supplies, only to discover something horrifying. “What happened to our provisions?!”

“Oh, I used them all!” Luffy grinned as if he’d done us all a favor.

“That was nearly a week’s worth of food!” Nami trembled in shock.

“I thought you guys were hungry,” Luffy said, still smiling.

“Luffy!” I groaned, “Great! What are we supposed to do now?!”

Hours passed, and the pangs of hunger hit us hard. We were all lethargic, our energy drained. Luffy, in his delirium, tried to take a bite out of Chopper, causing Nami to smack him with her Clima-Tact.

“I give up…” Nami sighed as we all lay defeated by hunger.

“Land ahead!” Pedro’s voice suddenly cut through the despair, and Carrot, Chopper, and I burst into tears of joy. “We’ve been saved!”

“God spared us, it’s a reward for my good behavior!” Nami cried, her hands clasped together.

“Food!” Luffy’s eyes lit up as he spotted the island in the distance. “All right, we’re taking the Food Island detour!”

“Yay!” We all cheered, ready to finally fill our empty stomachs.

“Hold up, you can’t go to that island,” Pekoms warned, crossing his arms.

“And why not?” I asked, folding my arms in defiance.

“Pirates aren’t welcome there. That’s Navy territory,” Pekoms explained.

Luffy, Nami, Carrot, Chopper, Brook, and I decided to sneak onto the island, leaving Pekoms and Pedro aboard the ship. Disguised in Marine uniforms, Nami and I wore dresses with Marine coats bearing the word "Justice" on the back along with the signature marine hat, while Carrot and Luffy donned Marine uniforms.

“I hate these clothes,” Luffy muttered, tugging at the uniform collar.

“You want to eat, right? Then suck it up!” Nami snapped, her hands on her hips.

As we entered Marine HQ, we followed the scent of food to where it was being handed out. Luffy, Carrot, and I grabbed plates and sat down to eat. I could feel my body come back to life with every bite. “Mmm, this is good!” I moaned, savoring the flavors.

“I’m going to get a drink,” I whispered to Luffy, who nodded with his mouth full, warning me not to take too long or he’d eat my portion.

I laughed softly and made my way to the bar, asking the Marine behind the counter for a cold drink. As I walked back, I heard two Marines whistle at me.

“Haven’t seen you around these parts, doll,” one of them said. My body tensed as I fought the urge to break cover. Keeping my composure, I gave them a doe-eyed look and smiled sweetly.

“I’m new, actually. Just transferred,” I lied with a soft giggle. The two Marines were immediately smitten, their cheeks reddening.

“Well, I’ll be heading back now. It was nice meeting you!” I said, adding a little sway to my hips as I walked away.

“Phew, that was close,” I muttered as I sat back down with Luffy and Carrot.

Minutes passed, and as I stood up to get another helping of food, I noticed someone staring at us from above. My heart skipped a beat. To play it cool, I flashed him a smile and winked before turning back to see where Nami and Chopper were.

Suddenly, Carrot started yelling for Nami. “Crap, Carrot!” I thought, as Luffy joined in, inviting them to our table. I slapped my forehead in disbelief.

As I made my way toward Nami and Chopper to diffuse the situation, a figure appeared between us. My body tensed, my right hand clenching, ready to strike.

“You must be from the Strawhat Pirates, right? Miss Nami and Princess Y/N,” he whispered.

“Um, sir, you’ve got the wrong girls,” I laughed nervously, trying to cover. “We’ve been mistaken for them plenty of times.”

“You can’t fool me.” He grinned, pulling out our wanted posters. “I’ve lovingly admired both your posters every day and night!” He kissed the posters, causing Nami and me to recoil.

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me…” I whispered.

The man got down on one knee, calling Nami his “Amore” and me his “Goddess.” “Let’s put our pirate-Navy feud behind us and get married, tesoros mio,” he said, grabbing both of our left hands.

“Married?!” Nami and Chopper exclaimed.

“Now you know how I feel, Nami,” I whispered, trying to lighten the situation. He leaned in for another kiss, but an idea sparked.

“Nami, follow my lead,” I mouthed to her.

“Ahh!” I yelled, falling to my knees in an exaggerated display of fear. The Marines nearby took notice.

“Please, I’m just shy. I’ll get scared if you do that,” I whimpered, batting my eyes.

The same two Marines from before rushed over. “Hey man, what gives?!”

“Please, do something… I… I…” I covered my mouth, shooting Nami a wink.

“Don’t worry, doll, we’ll protect you!” they declared, puffing out their chests.

“Thank you so much,” I said sweetly, faking a tear. “Literally took a page from Boa Hancock’s book,” I thought, amused by my own performance.

The cook even came over and fed him a spoonful of food to stop the man from getting closer. “Is he bothering you, hon?” she asked.

“A little, thank you so much.” Nami hugged me, and I whispered in her ear, “Now we can relax a bit.”

“Don’t worry, doll, he won’t bother you anymore,” one Marine said, offering his hand to help me up. I took it, keeping up the act. “Thank you, it’s hard being a woman sometimes,” I sighed dramatically.

“My food…” I added with a sad tone.

“Don’t worry, we’ll get you more!” They ran off to fetch more plates.

As they turned their backs, I smirked at Nami, “That was too easy.” We high-fived silently.

“Now, go. Run, Nami, you too, Chopper. I’ll stick with Luffy and Carrot.”

They nodded and made their escape, while I returned to the table, savoring my meal. “Here you are, doll,” the Marines said, bringing more food.

“Thank you so much!” I beamed, continuing to eat as they walked away.

Luffy laughed between bites. “That was awesome, Y/N.”

Carrot looked at me in awe. “Men are too easy,” I said, smirking as I scooped another spoonful into my mouth.

Suddenly, Luffy brought the whole pot of curry and rice. "Luffy, what are you doing?!" I muttered under my breath as he set the pot on the table and began serving himself a massive portion. Some of the Marines around us started to complain, glaring at him and yelling at us for what he was doing.

Before I could say anything, an alarm sounded. A voice over the loudspeakers announced, "Attention all active duty Marines! There has been an infiltration, and they have been located in the mess hall."

Luffy kept eating, completely unfazed. Carrot and I both stood, with Carrot starting to freak out. Marines surrounded us, some from above with guns cocked and ready, and others on the ground, preparing to fight.

"The trespassers happen to be Straw Hat Luffy and Princess Y/N!" the announcer continued.

"Damn," I muttered. I gave Carrot a reassuring look, signaling her not to worry.

"It's time to go!" Carrot exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency as the guns above us clicked into position, ready to fire.

"Now, is that really necessary?" I said, trying to remain calm.

Luffy finally stood, eyeing the situation casually. We both glanced up and saw the man who had been bothering Nami and me earlier, along with two others. His eyes were heart-shaped as he stared at me, clearly smitten. I rolled my eyes and sighed in annoyance. Luffy, on the other hand, kept eating, still completely unbothered by what was happening around us.

"So, what's the plan?" Carrot asked, her voice filled with anxiety.

"Plan?!" I echoed, laughing a little as I finished my drink. "You wanna know the plan? We have no other choice. We're going to eat!" Luffy declared, leaping over to another pot of curry and wrapping it around his arm.

I clenched my left arm and leaped into the air, landing gracefully next to him. Carrot followed suit, joining us in the mess hall chaos. Luffy and Carrot both started eating straight from the pot, completely ignoring the Marines closing in on us.

"Really, guys?" I said, laughing and shaking my head at their behavior.

"Doll, is this true?" I heard a familiar voice call out. It was the same Marine from earlier, his gun cocked and aimed at me, though his hesitation was clear.

I sighed, growing tired of this nonsense. "First of all..." I said as I removed the cloak and Marine hat, revealing the bandana still secured around my head. Clenching my right hand, I walked over to him calmly, using a surge of energy to shock him before he could react. He stumbled and fell backward, surprised by my sudden attack.

"Don't ever call me 'doll,'" I said coldly before turning on my heel and walking back to join Luffy.

My sword was securely fastened to my back, and my hidden blades were ready at my thigh holster.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?!" shouted another Marine, stepping forward with an incredulous look.

"We’re taking the whole pot," Luffy said, completely nonchalant as he scooped another heap of curry into his mouth.

"Great idea! This should last us a while," Carrot added, her ears twitching with excitement as we prepared to make our move.

"Knock it off, there’ll be nothing left for us!" shouted a man standing on the top step, his frustration evident.

"Sounds more like a you problem than an us problem, don’t you think?" I smirked, folding my arms, clearly enjoying how flustered they were getting.

“A lady who knows what she wants, that drives me absolutely wild,” said the same Marine who had been bothering Nami and me earlier. His eyes were practically glittering as he spoke.

I scrunched my eyebrows together, tilting my head slightly in confusion. "Man, you are weird," I said bluntly, my voice dripping with annoyance.

“How’s this guy worth 500 million, and how is she worth 340 million? Just looks like a couple of chomps to me,” sneered another Marine, this one with a bit of red hair and a scar running down the side of his cheek.

I giggled softly, amused by his arrogance. "My, aren’t you a tough guy," I teased, noticing how he blushed just slightly at my words.

As the red-haired Marine made his way toward us, unsheathing his blades with fierce determination, I instinctively reached for my sword, pressing the red gemstone on the hilt. The moment my hand touched the grip, flames began to ripple across the blade, emboldening it with a vibrant, fiery glow.

With the fiery sword in hand, I leaped into the air, spinning gracefully to meet his attack head-on. The clash of our weapons sent sparks flying, the flames from my sword licking the air with every movement. In one swift motion, I twisted my wrist, and the force of my fiery blade overwhelmed him, sending him flying back across the room.

He crashed into a nearby table, the heat of the flames leaving scorch marks on the ground where he landed, groaning in pain.

I landed softly beside Luffy and Carrot, the flames on my blade slowly fading as I sheathed it back into its halter.

“Captain, you ready?” I asked with a smirk, the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, my hand resting on the now dormant hilt of my sword.

"Don't move," one of the Marines behind us commanded, guns raised and ready. Luffy was already in the middle of a fight with the Marine I had sent flying earlier. I glanced at Carrot, who looked anxious but ready to help.

I calmly grabbed one of my hidden blades with my right hand, and the familiar yellow glow began to radiate from it. I smirked and turned to Carrot. "Stand back," I instructed as I advanced slowly toward the group of Marines surrounding us.

Without hesitation, I clenched my left hand, channeling my energy, and dashed forward, weaving through the Marines and marking each of them with quick, precise strikes. They barely had time to react before I darted back to where Carrot stood.

"Now, Bolt," I whispered, raising my hand in the air. Suddenly, bright streaks of lightning cracked through the air, electrocuting every Marine I had touched. They screamed, convulsing as the electricity coursed through their bodies, before collapsing to the ground in heaps.

"That was amazing!" Carrot squealed, jumping up and down with excitement.

I smiled at her, my eyes still on Luffy as he landed a powerful kick, sending his opponent crashing into the wall. "Pathetic, Grout," said the marine shielding grout, “now its my turn!” He said "So the tough guy has a name, hmm?" I smirked, watching Grout struggle to get back on his feet.

Suddenly, the next Marine started to expand, his body growing unnaturally large. We all stood in awe as he shouted, "Finger pistol!" The attack came fast, forcing all of us to dodge in different directions.

"You're pretty fast!" he taunted as he continued his relentless assault with the finger pistols. Luffy, Carrot, and I ran through the mess hall, dodging the attacks as best as we could.

"Gomu Gomu Jet Pistol!" Luffy yelled, retaliating with his own powerful punch that knocked the Marine out cold.

"Lets go look for more food!" Luffy grinned, ever focused on his stomach. We didn’t waste any time and bolted down the hallways, eager to get away from the chaos.

Suddenly, the Marine who had been bothering Nami and me appeared again, this time holding a small gift. "Huh?" both Luffy and I said in unison, watching as Carrot's eyes lit up in excitement.

"Madame, it's a gift!" the Marine said, presenting Carrot with a bundle of fresh carrots. "It’s nothing for an enchantress like you."

I slapped my forehead in exasperation. "Man, he really is weird," I muttered under my breath.

Carrot didn’t seem to care, grabbing the carrots and happily munching away. "Garchu!" she exclaimed, tackling the Marine in gratitude and sending him flying.

"Come on, Carrot, we have to find Nami and Chopper!" Luffy called out, already taking off down the hall again.

"Bastard took away my girls, now I'll take his head!" the Marine shouted from behind, his anger evident. "Better run because I'm coming! These girls belong to me!"

He appeared in front of us again, attacking Luffy with renewed fury. "This is for Carrot, Nami, and Y/N!" he declared.

"You don't know when to give up, huh?" Luffy said as Carrot darted forward, delivering a shock to the Marine with a quick zap of electricity.

"Nice one, Carrot," I grinned.

Suddenly, Brook appeared as a ghost, floating toward us. "Hey, Luffy!"

"Have you seen Nami and Chopper?" Luffy asked urgently.

"They’re actually in the food storage right this way!" Brook replied, guiding us down another hallway as we continued our frantic search.

We kept running, each of us taking down the Marines in front of us. Luffy knocked out one after another with ease, Carrot followed up with swift, electrifying kicks, and I clenched my right hand, striking the ground. A pulse of energy surged from my fist, causing the floor to crack and collapse beneath the Marines, swallowing them into the ground. With the path clear, we pressed on until we hit an unexpected obstacle—a dead end.

“Crap, a dead end?” I muttered, scanning for any way out.

“Stop right there! Cornered like rats, how pathetic,” Grout sneered as he and another Marine, Bottom, approached us. “It looks like being part of the Worst Generation doesn’t stack up too much, huh?” Bottom added with a smug grin.

“You know, Grout, it reminds me of you,” Bottom teased.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Oh, to add more salt to the wound… not a very good look, tough guy,” I chimed in, enjoying how quickly the comment sent them into a bickering match.

“Are you implying I’m a dumbass?!” Grout snapped, glaring at Bottom.

“I said no such thing!” Bottom retorted, his voice rising.

“Luffy, what do we do now?” Carrot asked urgently as we both realized we had only seconds before they stopped arguing and attacked.

Luffy, ever calm under pressure, turned to Brook’s ghost. “Brook, is the storage behind us?”

“Yes, it’s right behind that wall!” Brook replied.

Without hesitation, Luffy wound back his arm and punched through the wall, creating a gaping hole. He leaped through effortlessly, and I followed, using the momentum of my clenched left hand to propel me into the air and through the hole. Carrot did the same, her agility making the move look easy.

“Wait for me!” Brook’s ghost called after us as we landed on the other side.

“I smell food coming this way!” Luffy exclaimed, his nose twitching as he began to run.

“Good sense of smell!” Carrot said, keeping up with him. I decided to glide alongside them, the rush of air helping me keep pace.

“Good job! Now run along, you guys okay from here?” Brook’s ghost called out as we sped ahead.

“Yeah, thanks!” Luffy shouted back.

We finally reached the food storage, bursting through the doors. Luffy and Carrot immediately dove into the nearest pile of food, their hunger taking over. Meanwhile, I took a moment to gather some essentials—water, supplies, and anything we might need for the journey ahead.

“You finally made it! What a relief,” Nami said as she and Chopper appeared from the shadows. But her relief quickly turned to frustration as she noticed Luffy stuffing his face with meat. “Luffy! Seriously?!”

How are you two so relaxed? We gotta run!" she scolded, gesturing at both Luffy and Carrot, who were happily eating.

“She’s right, guys. Just stock up and let’s go,” I said, grabbing my own bag filled with food.

Chopper, however, was snacking too. “You’re right, there’s no time... but we can snack on the ship,” he said between bites.

“Not you too, Chopper!” I sighed, shaking my head.

“Hurry it up, grab what you can, and let’s get out of here!” Nami urged, her voice laced with urgency.

“Hurry? But I’m still hungry,” Luffy muttered in a sad tone, his eyes lingering longingly on the food.

“You can eat more when we get to the ship, Captain,” I said, trying to convince him that we had little time to enjoy food right now.

Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed through the room. "Straw Hat Luffy."

We all turned, and there they were—Grout, Bottom, and the guy from earlier. They stood blocking our exit, looking smug and confident.

"I never expected you to be a coward and a glutton, Straw Hat," Grout sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. Nami and I both tensed, instinctively preparing ourselves for a fight. Grout’s hand moved to his blades as he started to advance toward Luffy.

Carrot dropped her food, her ears twitching as she prepared to pounce. Nami took a step back, still clutching her bag of food tightly.

“We don’t feed pirates around here, so drop all that food!” Grout commanded, his blades now directed straight at me. He lunged, his intent clear.

“Y/N, watch out!” Nami cried as the blades came closer.

In a flash, I clenched my left hand and dashed toward the attack, grabbing both blades by their hilts mid-strike. Sparks of electricity surged through my hands, the charge transferring from my grip into the metal of his swords.

"You should really work on your aim," I smirked, still gripping Grout’s blades, electricity sparking in my hands. "Because you never know what might happen." With a quick flick of my wrists, I launched his blades back toward him. The electrified swords hummed through the air, and Grout barely dodged, stumbling slightly.

I eyed him with amusement. "Careful, tough guy," I teased. "You might get shocked if you keep coming at me like that."

Grout’s face flushed a little, barely noticeable, but I caught it. His tough exterior faltered for a moment as his eyes flickered with something else—annoyance, maybe even embarrassment. He clenched his fists, trying to regain composure, but the slight blush told me all I needed to know.

Bottom began to charge at Luffy, but Luffy intercepted him with a powerful punch, sending him crashing to the ground. Chopper, now in Kung Fu Point, took advantage of the opening and launched himself at Bottom, dodging each of his attacks with agility. With a solid punch, Chopper sent Bottom flying toward the crates.

"Nice one, Chopper! Now let’s move!" I called out, as Luffy grabbed two bags while Nami, Carrot, Chopper, and I carried one each.

Suddenly, the man with the heart eyes yelled, "Love flashing!" His blades glinted dangerously, forcing us to dodge out of the way. "Strawhat, I can’t let you walk out of here that easily—especially not with the ladies!" he added, his eyes still filled with an infatuation that was more annoying than threatening.

"He is just... ugh," I muttered, exchanging an exasperated glance with Nami.

Before we could react, Carrot unleashed another shock at him. "Good going!" Nami cheered. But to our shock, he stood up, blushing slightly. "I find myself quite enamored with the lovely Nami, vivacious Carrot, and fiery Princess Y/N," he proclaimed, sending an uncomfortable shiver down our spines.

I clenched my right hand, feeling the electric charge building up once more. "Miss Nami, Miss Carrot, Miss Y/N, please join me in holy matrimony!" he declared, dropping to one knee dramatically.

"That’s it!" I shouted, rushing over and grabbing him by his Marine coat. "I've just about had enough of you!" I channeled my energy, shouting, "Now, Bolt!" The electrical current surged through him, shocking him harder this time. His eyes widened as the electricity coursed through him, and I stepped back, ready to move.

"Nice job, Y/N!" Nami called out, giving me a thumbs up as I turned back to join the group.

"That should be more than enough," I said, walking over, feeling relieved. But before I could relax, that same annoying voice echoed from behind.

"Even if you decline, I know you love me!" the man exclaimed, somehow still conscious.

"What the—how?!" I shouted as he attempted to lean in for a kiss.

"You're a mess," Nami interrupted, stepping forward with her Clima-Tact in hand.

"Huh?" he blinked, now distracted by Nami.

"It's sad you're so clueless about what girls really want," Nami said, her tone sharp. "You should back off and reflect for a while." With that, she launched a Weather Egg, followed by Thunderbird Tempo, zapping him with a powerful shock and finally sending him to the ground.

"That should be enough now," I agreed, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Now let's go!" Nami urged as we started to make our way out of the food storage.

"Not so fast!" the voice called again.

"How is he still up?!" I yelled in disbelief, as he staggered to his feet.

"It is my fevered wish to go on adventures with lovely ladies by my side!" he shouted passionately.

"That's a lame dream," Nami deadpanned.

"If I can finish off Strawhat, I can replace him as captain to my betrothed!" he roared, flames suddenly erupting from his swords as he advanced toward us.

We all stepped back, bracing ourselves. Luffy, quick to act, coated his arm in Armament Haki and redirected the flaming attack toward a large water container overhead. The container burst, sending a massive wave of water crashing down, sweeping us along with it.

We landed on the grass outside, gasping for air as we tumbled across the field. "Is... everyone okay?" I panted, still catching my breath. The food, thankfully, remained intact next to us.

"That made me hungry," Luffy said, completely unfazed, holding a piece of meat.

"Strawhat!" a familiar voice growled, and we all looked up.

"Not this guy again..." Luffy groaned as he stood up.

"I have a name, and it's All-Hunt Grout!" he snarled.

"Nah, tough guy sounds better," I quipped with a grin.

Luffy burst out laughing at the nickname, clearly enjoying it. Grout looked at me, clearly frustrated, but despite his irritation, a faint blush crept across his face, betraying his tough-guy facade.

"Well, it doesn’t matter since your journey ends here!" Grout declared, charging at Luffy with fierce determination. "I’ll never lose to anybody! Never will!" His fists flew toward Luffy, but each punch was swiftly blocked.

Luffy grinned, easily deflecting Grout’s attacks before landing a solid punch right in Grout's abdomen, sending him flying backward.

"How... his punches... they’ve got more weight," Grout muttered, clutching his side in shock.

"Of course, I hit harder once I’ve eaten!" Luffy boasted, landing another blow, this time even stronger.

Grout, now enraged, got back to his feet. "I’m coming for you! Every single pirate and all four emperors!" he roared, lunging at Luffy again.

"Yeah, sorry, but that’s my job!" Luffy quipped, hitting Grout in the abdomen once more, finishing him off.

"Done, let’s go!" Luffy said as we all dashed off, carrying the bags of food.

"Where’s the Shark Submerge?" Luffy asked while running, holding two bags of food in each hand.

"Up ahead!" Nami shouted, and as we reached the cliff, we were suddenly blinded by bright lights.

"Hold it! You brats aren’t getting away!" shouted a voice from below. The Vice Admiral stood with his weapon drawn, eyes locked on us.

"I’ll be taking your head now!" he barked. "Do you know what’s going to happen if I get reassigned?! That could affect my pension! I want to be pampered in my old age! I’ve earned it!"

"Whose fault is that?!" I yelled back. "Should’ve retired earlier!" My retort made Luffy laugh.

"The Submerge is right down there," Nami said, pointing to where the Shark Submerge was waiting.

"So close yet so far," I muttered as we saw Brook waving at us from the distance.

"We’ll be on track soon enough," Nami added with a hopeful smile.

Suddenly, the Vice Admiral fired at the Submerge. "Brook!" I screamed as I saw the shot.

"The ammo’s infused with Haki! If it was enough for Garp, it’s enough for you!" the Vice Admiral shouted, preparing to fire again, this time at us.

Without hesitation, Luffy grabbed all of us and leapt out of the way just as the Vice Admiral fired. We landed in front of him and the surrounding Marines.

"Thanks for the warning, old man!" Nami shouted, preparing her Clima-Tact. I reached for the hilt of my sword, ready to press the gemstone embedded in it.

Nami went first, releasing a Thunderbolt Tempo, but the Marines weren’t affected.

"Huh?!" Nami exclaimed, shocked.

Carrot was next, attempting an attack, but she faced the same dilemma.

"Hahaha! We knew you invaded the base hours ago!" the Vice Admiral laughed. "That was more than enough time to come up with a countermeasure. We lined our shields with rubber, and they work like a charm!"

I let out a low chuckle, amused by his confidence. "Is that so?" I asked, pressing the blue gemstone on my sword. Ice began to envelop the blade, creeping up my arm. "What about this?!"

With my left arm clenched and my sword raised high, I leaped into the air. Slashing downward, I sent a freezing gust toward the Marines, causing their shields to freeze solid and shatter into pieces.

The Marines stared in disbelief as their defenses crumbled. “Studied all our tricks, yet still couldn’t get any better. Shame,” I said, gracefully landing back on the ground.

Chopper, now in Kung Fu Point, charged ahead to fight more Marines alongside Nami and Carrot. "Gomu Gomu no Hawk Whip!" Luffy shouted, his arm stretching as he took down several opponents with one powerful strike. The battlefield was chaotic, but slowly, one by one, each Marine fell.

Just as we thought it was over, Bottom and Zappa made their appearance, their weapons gleaming under the sunlight. "Now they’re here," Nami muttered, gripping her Clima-Tact tighter.

"Ready, Strawhat!" Bottom sneered, his blades drawn as he faced Luffy. But within moments, they too were overwhelmed and knocked down, no match for Luffy’s relentless attacks.

"Well, that settles it," I said, brushing some dust off as I walked over to Luffy. "Luffy, you okay?" Nami asked.

"Yeah, but what about the food?" Luffy replied, his priorities always in order.

"Food’s fine too!" I laughed. "Poor Brook, though," Carrot added, concerned about our skeleton friend.

“Hello, friends!” Brook called out, seemingly unharmed as he made his way toward us.

“Brook!” I yelled, relieved to see him okay.

But before we could celebrate, a voice shouted from above. “Stop, Strawhat!”

“What now?!” I groaned, glancing up to see Grout standing on a ledge, glaring down at us.

“Bottom, Zappa, why don’t you leave the rest to me,” he said, dismissing the two Marines near Luffy. His eyes narrowed as he stared at Luffy with determination. “You’re not getting away without a fight.”

Suddenly, Grout’s arm began to crack and shift, revealing a large, menacing gorilla arm underneath his armor. “What is that?” I muttered, eyeing his transformed limb in shock.

“Hey, guys, you go on ahead,” Luffy said, his voice calm and commanding.

I hesitated, unsure if I should leave him alone. “You sure, Captain?” I asked, concerned.

Luffy nodded. “Yeah, make sure the rest are okay,” he reassured me.

I glanced back at him one last time, my heart heavy with worry, but I trusted Luffy’s judgment. As we started making our way to the submersible, I noticed Grout’s eyes shift from Luffy to me, his gaze intense. Sensing an opportunity, I smirked and decided to have a little fun. “I’ll see you around, tough guy,” I teased, sending him a playful wink before running off with the rest of the crew.

“You really shouldn’t play with the enemy like that, Y/N!” Nami scolded.

“Yeah, but where’s the fun in that?” I laughed.

We reached the submersible and watched from a distance as Luffy’s battle with Grout unfolded. Despite Grout’s strength and determination, Luffy managed to defeat him with a powerful strike, sending him crashing to the ground. We didn’t waste any more time and made our escape, heading back to the ship.

As we sailed away, Nami suddenly noticed something that made her fume with anger. The bags that were once filled with food were now completely empty. “What are you idiots doing?!” she yelled, shaking the empty bags at Luffy and Chopper. “You already ate back at the base, you pigs!”

Carrot and Chopper looked away sheepishly, while Luffy grinned, patting his full belly. I stood next to Brook, shaking my head. “Our rations didn’t even last ten minutes... Must be a new record,” I said, half-amused.

Nami, fuming, turned her wrath toward Luffy, who was sitting contently after his feast. “So, what are we supposed to do now?” she demanded.

“Ehh, it’ll all work out somehow,” Luffy replied, carefree as ever.“Oh, really?!” Nami’s voice dripped with sarcasm, though even she couldn’t help but let out a small laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

#one piece #onepiece x reader #vinsmoke sanji #monkey d luffy #roronoa zoro #one piece sanji #black leg sanji #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #sanji #zou arc #whole cake island #strawhat pirates #straw hat pirates #straw hat crew #brook op #tony tony chopper #one piece nami

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All Roads Lead to Love? - Chapter IV

cw: alcohol mention. melodramatic. Please see masterlist warnings. Masterlist

The highlight of your week is the fact that you get a single lead on your plan to manage little mister Minamoto based on a meta-analysis of management of children with time-bending quirks, and while it’s not exactly the same, it’s enough to give you hope that you won’t have to quell his uniqueness while keeping him safe.

Pleased with yourself, you practically prance out of the door of your apartment, excited to meet your friends for Sunday brunch. You’ve agreed that this would be a boyfriend-free zone, which has relieved you of the concern of Camilla and Akira having to lock eyes again any longer than necessary, although perhaps it’s safer keeping you away from Katsuki than anything. There were a few things you weren’t particularly excited to forgive him for, particularly when it comes to how comfortable he was bullying Izuku in high school and being generally rude, but Runa swears he isn’t all that bad, and you reluctantly believe her. Watching him behave on television also supports the idea of maturity settling in and he was polite at your last reunion so you’re not unwilling to bury the hatchet after all.

Your friends are chatting away, coffee and mimosas set at the table by the time you arrive.

“Hey!” Runa beams as you slip into the seat just beside her. Camilla blows you a kiss, and you recognize a floral blouse from your last excursion already on her, as well as the earrings that look suspiciously like the ones promoted heavily by a jewelry shop Mirio did an ad for recently.

“You started drinks without me,” you pout, but move on quickly, reaching for the menu before you. It’s an upscale place and quieter than you’re used to but are thankful for.

“If you show up on time, there’ll be nothing to complain about!” Runa teases. You give her a sharp look, but she’s too busy deciding on something childish you’ll make fun of her for ordering. Camilla’s first question is how your dates went, and you grimace.

“Great,” you answer.

“Just great?” she repeats. You give her another look - you’re giving a lot of looks right now - and she raises her hands in defeat, then glances at Runa. Runa’s complexion is already deepening in color as she melts and you sigh.

“Just say what you need to say,” you encourage her, and her eyes are practically watery.

“You mean it?” she asks.

“It’s not like if I say ‘don’t gush about Bakugou’ that’s gonna stop you in the next ten minutes so go ahead.” You say defeated.

Camilla and Runa both laugh, and Runa tells you all about her date last night. You think again to the picture she sent and the bleached blonde haired girl with Izuku.

As if she can read your mind, Runa slips in that Izuku’s date and him didn’t hit it off at all, despite you not asking in the slightest.

“I mean not everyone has to fall in love with him,” you reply flippantly, and Camilla raises an eyebrow.

“That’s funny coming from Miss In-Every-Lifetime-But-This-One.”

Your eyes widen and you look to Runa who giggles.

“You told her.” Your voice is venomous, right hand tight around a butter knife.

“You were going to tell her anyway, let’s be real.” Camilla replies. One part of you, deeply embarrassed and hot all over, wants to put her French toast up her nostril, the other, more sane part of you, realizes she’s right. Runa pats your shoulder.

“I mean I understand. It’d be nice to see what that kid sees in other universes for me,” she jokes.

“I hope your destiny is Mineta,” you hiss. She looks shocked and you feel righteously satisfied. Popping a powdered pancake bite in your mouth, you ask, “how is he anyway?”

…

Brunch is shorter than usual, roughly about an hour of chatter about work, other friends, and love lives, but Camilla checks her clock and says she has to leave abruptly once the clock strikes 1 pm. Runa glances at her, and her excuse is made up just as fast.

“I forgot to feed my cat.”

You tilt your head at the both of them, but they’re hurrying up, and you’re kind enough to offer to foot the bill and get your money back from them later eventually. Camilla takes Runa’s hand quickly and ushers her out, and you give both of them a dumbfounded look but you receive a text message that distracts you while you wave them off, waiting for the waiter.

Movie tonight?

Akira follows it up with a kissing dog emoji, and you snort through your nose. He hadn’t really apologized after your mini spat, and hadn’t replied to your good night text. This is presented as a peace offering, which makes you sigh. There’s no real reason to be mad at him however, so you choose to let it go, but you’re not ready to answer his text yet.

The waitress returns with another steaming cup of coffee instead of the check, which surprises you.

“Oh, I actually didn’t order this drink-” you start but she looks confused, and you decide to laugh it off instead, nervous. You figure Camilla probably ordered something and accidentally forgot about it. Now forced to drink it as the waitress clears your other dishes, your mind drifts to your tenuous relationship and then, again your clones.

Don’t let us convince you how to feel.

Don’t let momentum steer you in the wrong direction.

You let out a sigh.

When you look up, just like at the grocery store, just like at the open mic night, just like in your dreams a couple of nights ago, when the person chopping vegetables on your kitchen counter was not Akira, or another old fling, or even some random passerby in the street but Izuku, he is looking right at you again, surprised to meet eyes once again.

—

Your reaction is immediate and exaggerated.

The chair practically knocks over as you rise to your feet far too quickly, and Izuku is by your side too fast, unnaturally so, but you haven’t tipped over, and your coffee cup has rattled but hasn’t spilled.

“Hey, ___, are you okay-”

Your face turns to him and instead of shock, it’s anger. Your lower lip pulled between your teeth, eyebrows furrowed, annoyed, combative.

Izuku blinks. He didn't expect to see you here. All he had been told is that Runa wanted to meet him in person, for something, she didn’t specify what, but Katsuki had thought it wasn’t strange, and he was hoping just maybe that it was to help him out with you, and here you are, but here you’re clearly upset he’s around and…

“Why are you here?” you ask, the edge to your voice sharp as a knife. Your voice hasn’t raised, but it’s harsh; it’s not the you that politely avoids him, or nods disaffectedly to get him to stop talking to you. It’s direct, it’s mean.

He deflates.

“I… I was asked to come meet Runa here.”

You snort.

“Why won’t they fucking-”

You bite your lip again, and your nostrils flare, as you let your clenched fist drop by your side. Izuku doesn’t understand. What is it about him that you dislike so much that this scenario, him meeting you in a coffee shop after years of not speaking more than a few words, is simply unbearable to you?

“I, um… is she here?” Izuku asks. He’s taken a step back, and he’s looking around for his friend’s girlfriend and when you scoff, he turns back to look at you.

“Of course she isn’t here, did you really think-” you scoff again and cross your arms over your chest. Izuku’s eyes scan your closed posture, the fact that you’ve stopped looking at him, now looking away, barely noticing the glares and curious glances that you’re getting from other patrons now. You’re standing bone straight, planted and haven’t moved. He wants to ask you to sit, but it seems like that will only agitate you. You’re thinking about something, something distressing, he can tell, but he doesn’t know what.

“I-I’ll call her,” Izuku proposes. He pulls out his phone, but you’ve already grabbed your bag and are attempting to walk out the door. The waitress runs after you, yelling a “Miss, Miss, you forgot to pay,” which stops you in your tracks. He can see that you’re embarrassed now as you rummage through your purse, and Runa’s not picking up. He walks over, and offers.

“Hey, whatever the tab is, I can take care-”

“No.”

Your voice is forceful and he naturally recoils. Again, that natural aversion to him that comes on so suddenly so naturally. He can’t remember the last time someone disliked him so much, not since he was in middle school and Katsuki wouldn’t let him breathe. He can feel his ears warm and his heart race as you pass a credit card to the waitress, who immediately leaves the scene sensing the tension.

Izuku tries again.

“Hey, I wasn’t trying to undermine you or anything but-”

Your eyes move to him again, and for the first time, you speak truthfully, the vitriol you’ve been holding in, festering for how many years, you can barely count, pouring out all at once.

“You need to get used to people not liking you.”

Izuku looks like he’s been hit, but the dam has broken, and you can’t hold it in anymore.

“I’ve been perfectly polite and cordial to you. I don’t know why you keep showing up. Stop being nice to me and leave me alone. I have a boyfriend and I’m not interested in making new friends. Please leave me be, no matter what my friends think.” Your words are whispered in semi-hushed tones and harsh, and the message harsher.

Izuku swallows hard, made pale, his heart pounding in his chest. Rejection hurts, but something about this feels different, as though he has been told no before knowing how to form the question correctly. He hasn’t asked you for anything all these years, not much more than acknowledgement, and it’s true - you have given him that, you’ve been nothing but kind and cordial, just disinterested. The measure of a man is his ability to accept a no graciously. Izuku can do that. He can accept this shouted plea to disappear from your sight even if he doesn’t truly understand it.

He has never understood you. He’s always wanted to, but perhaps the truth is that he can’t.

Izuku pulls at the collar of his shirt. He’s looking around, and you’ve had the kindness to not yell but eyes are on him again.

Izuku Midoriya, number one Pro Hero and Japan’s symbol of hope, being told to fuck off forever. He takes in a deep breath, fighting the urge to cry, unsure of why he’s so emotional these days, and why when he looks at your eyes specifically, he feels as though he’s being appraised for everything he’s worth.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

This breaks your heart. As Izuku turns to leave, you are already regretting your outburst, a lump now in your throat. You can remember every one of your love stories, seeing it written in the fabric hanging off his back for a moment and your head begins to spin.

You’re not following the script. There is no script. You have a boyfriend. You are happy. You don’t need him. You don’t even want him.

Your clones are happy, but you are happy. The waitress returns and asks you to sign the check. Izuku sits at your table, and calls Runa again, and you depart.

—

Runa still doesn’t pick up.

Izuku’s so wired he’s practically sweating, and he can’t remember the last time he’s been set ablaze with embarrassment and even his last battle didn’t have his heart racing like this.

She said no. She doesn’t want anything to do with you. People are allowed to dislike you, he repeats to himself over and over again, but it’s one thing to receive hate from anonymous commenters on online forums, or have an angry citizen spit in your face - it’s another entirely to have your longstanding high school crush reduce you to nothing in a room full of people.

People are staring at him, and it’s not unusual, but he has to leave. If someone were to ask him for an autograph right now, he just might implode into himself.

Taking a deep breath in, he licks his wounds figuratively as he’s well-practiced over years. There will be other women, even if it won’t be you. After all, perhaps this is a rebound and splitting with Ochaco hurts him more than he thinks he does. How unfair of him to redirect unresolved feelings onto you, who are no longer much more than a stranger to him?

Izuku leaves the restaurant and can still see you, arms crossed as you wait for something, a taxi perhaps, and watches you for a moment. Your hands rub the side of your arms for comfort and while again, you’re mostly perfectly still, he can practically sense the unease wafting from your body.

He’s the pushiest person he knows, but he knows better than to scare you. He should leave, and yet he remains transfixed in place, his heart pounding as he decides how to salvage the situation.

It cannot be as simple as you having hated him all these years. He must have done something. He remembers a cheerful you, eager to hear whatever he had to say, excited to study his Quirk, playfully messing up his unruly hair, until suddenly you weren’t. After the meta war, you’d squeezed his hand and whispered a word of thanks when his body still hurt so much, days into recovery at the hospital, that he could barely feel or hear you, and then something changed.

You sigh and murmur something under your breath, and he tunes in, concentrating all his might to hear even the faintest of clues in your voice.

“I’m going crazy. He didn’t deserve that.”

He didn’t deserve it, but Izuku is willing to bear it. For you.

—

“___.”

Your heart skips a beat and half as you jump, then turn towards him. Stomach sinking deep, you remind yourself that you should have gotten further away, rather than hover right outside of the place you behaved poorly, but your mind was too full of thoughts that once the fresh air hit your face, you’d slowed down and let yourself recover.

“I’m sorry,” is the first thing that comes out of your mouth before he can say anything else, and then you look away, embarrassment overtaking your ability to look him in the eye.

Izuku has his hands raised in peace as he approaches, and it’s practically ridiculous. There’s nothing you can do to hurt him, not in a million years, and you want to ask him to put his hands down, yet he has the right to protect himself the way he sees fit, you’ve only been hostile to him so far after all.

“I feel like I’m overstepping here,” he starts, and you slowly shake your head, biting your lip, “but whatever… this is, it feels like more than indifference.”

Your eyes shift back to him, and he’s looking straight at you, and you finally register what he looks like in his entirety today. He’s dressed nicely but casually in a striped button-down and corduroy pants, as though he were joining you on brunch too, a welcome change from seeing him in his Hero suit or in a business suit for interviews. You can see a tiny bit of hair wax poorly distributed in a front lock you want so badly to fix and the deep concern for you drawn on his handsome features.

One of your greatest vices and virtues in life is your attention to detail.

You want to lie and say it’s nothing more than just a bad day, but your throat is suddenly dry. The sound of the cars passing and people bustling through the street going on with their lives continues to fill your ears, but seems to slow as you think.

There are five worlds where you’re far from indifferent to him. Where he is your everything.

“How did I wrong you? I’ll apologize and make it right.”

And what would that lead to? You think of the ring on Red’s finger, the poorly-hidden baby bump Salty sported. You think of the affection with which your clones spoke of him, and then you think of Akira.

You promised Akira he had nothing to worry about.

“You’ve done nothing, I just… My boyfriend gets uncomfortable when I talk to… Heroes.”

Izuku blinks for a moment, and you can see him exhale with his whole body, keeping his emotions in check.

“... okay.”

He won’t argue with you about it, no matter how much it aggravates him.

The lame excuse has an awful aftertaste, bitter on your tongue. The very implication that you’d stop talking to him because of a man is embarrassing enough, the fact that he won’t even bother arguing about it is somehow worse.

There is another pause where the two of you stand, and you make a terrible decision.

“There’s a good reason,” you add, finally. Izuku gives you a look and again your cheeks warm but you decide to push through. In a world of Quirks that literally bend the laws of physics, it’s not unreasonable for you to explain a disaster like this in the most clinical way possible.

“You have to keep an open mind.”

Izuku nods and for a moment, his soft demeanor disarms you. Your heart has stopped racing, and you look for the nearest coffee shop.

“Let’s sit down somewhere and I’ll explain. I have a lot to tell you.”

#izuku x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #daydreams: bnha #mimi writes: arltl #mimi's notes

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zinphandel · 18 days ago

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In colour- Jamie xx

Hello loves! welcome to another day of rating and reviewing dan howells favourite albums of the year. today we are listening to In colour by Jamie xx

Initial thoughts?

lol guys i’m not gonna lie my expectations are a bit lukewarm going into this. I know jamie xx from his time in the xx, a band i used enjoy in the tumblr era circa 2014 ish. however, jamie xx TO ME feels like very basic entry-level over-commercialised electronic music and NOT TO BE A MUSIC SNOB but i love my electronic music and jamie xx would never be my first pick dj, he feels TOO overdone in the way fred again is at the moment. anyway. hoping to be pleasantly surprised with this listen through!

Is this a first time listen through?

Yeah, first time listening to through of the full album but I am familiar with some songs on the album and jamie xx’s work. Let’s get into this listen through!!! (fingers crossed i enjoy!!!)

Listen through:

• okay track 1 is sounding promising! nice and bassy!

• just discovered it was produced by four tet sooooo my expectations have risen significantly!

• some of these beats are tickling my brain in a gorgeous way

• ‘Seesaw’ features romy from the xx which i’m enjoying, this feels like a the xx song, but the added synths and breakbeats really elevate it beyond that!

• this album feels like being a house party but being totally alone, from the outside looking in. it feels lonely and isolating whilst being in the middle of the action. it’s a great perspective

• I think i’ve been looking at this album from the wrong perspective. i’ve approached it as a pure electronic club album when it’s really not that. I think the more downbeat lofi elements work within really well when I manage my expectations of what the album actually is. Ive been viewing this as a clubbing album when it’s actually an afters album!!!!

• i feel like this album needs to be listened to whilst i am high in a bubble bath with the lights turned low

•we’ve reached ‘stranger in the room’ which features ANOTHER the xx member. This album does feel like it’s elevated the best moments of a the xx album and feels like a fantastic progression. it fuses indie pop and electronic music in an addictive way

• as the electronic elements ramp up im enjoying it more and more

• we are on ‘loud places’, probably the song i am the most familiar with on the album, i hear this tune ALL the time (i feel like it’s ALWAYS used as a set closer for mediocre techno sets) (i mean that in the most positive way possible. it’s a great set closer)

• it’s definitely veering on the wrong side of too poppy for my tastes with the young thug and popcaan feature on ‘I know there gonna be (good times). this feels like such a left swerve departure from the rest of the album?

• as soon as start to dislike a portion of the album jamie xx pulls me STRAIGHT back in with a glorious bassy soundscape which i love

Favourite song(s)?

Gosh, sleep sound, seesaw (also even though it’s not technically on the album the four yet club remix of seesaw is banging)

Least favourite song?

I know there’s gonna be (good times)

Would i listen again?

After my second listen through of the album, I would listen to a few songs again, but probably not the whole album all the way through. I definitely enjoyed it more than I thought I would, however i still think it’s kinda base level introductory electronic music which is not a bad thing!!! we need records like this that sit on the cusp between genres to get more people to listen!

Do i recommend?

I totally recommend, especially if you are searching for a fun accessible dance record. There are some bangers on this tracklist and some really high highs, also (obviously) recommend to anyone who enjoyed the xx!!

What would I rank it out of 10?

7/10

pleasantly surprised by todays pick! see u tomorrow for the next album :)

read my other reviews from 2015

#dan and phil #dnp #dan howell #phil lester #phan #amazing phil #dip and pip #dan album review: 2015 #dan album review #kate zinphandels dan howell album of the year review and rating #in colour #jamie xx

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astupidgaydog · 6 months ago

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Intro Post (NEW)

I. About me;

Hello !! I’m so glad to be back on Tumblr once again !! Since you probably don’t remember my account I’ll give a short refresher. I used to have the user name “@//Thesilliestperson” and ran a pro-ship safe mood / stimboard account.

I was under a lot of stress at the time and had quite a lot on my mind. I kind of just deleted my account out of no where because I felt like I couldn’t balance doing requests while also doing a bunch of school work. I don’t know why my first thought was to delete it but, hey, that was quite a while ago.

I’m going to try to build my account from the ground up, so be prepared for me to be on here pretty much 24/7 !! ( I still have to go to work so not 24/7 but you get what I mean. ) Thank you all for being so patient even when I deleted my old account out of no where, lots of hugs and kisses !!

For those who don’t know me; I’m Silly / Silliest !! I go by all pronouns except for She / her and I hope you can respect that. I am 17 and strictly anti-harassment in all shapes and forms as I know how it feels to be bullied to your lowest point over stupid things. Even though this is a pro-ship stim / moodboard account, I am currently iffy about dark-ships, I will most likely be posting them in the near future because of other people’s requests though so don’t let that discourage you from sending dark-ship requests !! ( I also ship some myself, it just feels kind of iffy to me. )

II. Stim / Moodboards;

I allow pretty much anything. You name it, I’ll make it into a stim / moodboard for you. As you can see, I don’t really have many boundaries when it comes to requests. ( The only requests I do not allow are NSFW requests since I am still a minor and am extremely uncomfortable with making those things )

If you want to request something from me please do the following; Add the media source, character(s) you want featured in the board, and if you want to be @‘ed or not in the post. You can optionally add what color palettes you want the board to follow and what ever extra things your heart desires.

I try to be very fast when posting stim / moodboards but please be patient if I don’t do your request(s) immediately, I might have a long list of other requests in front of yours. If after a month or two yours hasn’t been done it either got buried under requests or didn’t go through. If that happened, please re-send the request with a short message that should look something like this; “Hey, I didn’t receive my board yet! It included; ( Insert request. )” I will try my best to do yours as soon as possible when I see that message.

If something’s wrong with your stim / moodboard don’t be afraid to tell me !! You can privately DM me the issue or just talk about it through the request box. I will almost immediately try my best to fix the issue I made with your board before doing any of the other requests. ( I will keep the original board up unless you request me to take it down before posting the fixed version. )

III. My F/O’s;

This is a list of my F/O’s ( Also known as ‘Fictional Others’ ) that I adore with all my heart. You may request stim / moodboards that include my F/O’s, I don’t mind sharing them with other people / characters at all !!

💚 = Romantic , ❤️ = Platonic , 💛 = Familial

☆ Cracklin (ION) 💚

★ Gelatin (BFB) 💚

☆ Aventurine (HSR) ❤️

★ Leafy (BFB) 💛

☆ Kankri (HS) 💚

★ Mituna (HS) ❤️

☆ Sylveon (PK) 💛

★ Vaporeon (PK) 💚

☆ Moon (FNAF) 💚

★ Sun (FNAF) 💚

☆ Master Frown (Unikitty) ❤️

I love my guys / gals so much !! more may be added in the future, I’ll see what I do.

IV. The End;

Thank you for reading my long ass intro, I just wanted to redo the one on my old account in the best way possible. I hope this was good enough way to feature everything I do !!

Anyways, I hope to do lots of boards for many different people in the future !! I’ll try my best to make good ( or decent at least) boards. I haven’t made one in a while so this will be the best start to remembering how to make them again !!

Again, thank you for being so patient with me, even through tough times, I greatly appreciate it you have no idea.

Lots of love,

Silly 🎉

#proship #proshippers please interact #proshipper safe #proship positivity #proshippers are valid #proshippers are welcome #op is a proshipper #comship #comshippers please interact #comshipper safe #comshippers are valid

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tacharie · 2 months ago

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VERY LATE REVIEW ON EPISODE 8 WOW.

HEY GUYS SO SO SORRY IVE BEEN LATE BUT IM HERE… ROGHT BEFORE EPISODE 9 😭😭😭. guys but for realsies I don’t really have much to say for episode 8 cause I mostly forgot what happened. TIME TO BRING OUT THE SCREENSHOTS. As always, spoilers ahead of you have not already read Tokyo Debunker Episode 8, and these were written in the order of my reactions, so you will be seeing how my reactions progress. There will be no more spoiler warning ahead of this soooo pls don’t blame me DANKE :3

ohhhhhh ok ok I see this and I’m kinda not liking it!! They’re pretty and all but like… I hate auctions cause it’s like geez louise. I’ve read so many zombie manwhas where they start selling people at auctions and it makes me so uncomfortable now that I see auctions.

ANYWAYS staring off strong with my boy RITSU!! I haven’t seen you in forever my lizard looking friend what’s happening !!!

this bitch is no longer my friend. WHAT ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN FOR DO YOU NOT REMEMBER THE ANNOUNCEMENT OF US TURNING INTO AN ANOMALY LIKE DANG. Like Ik you’re all head first into work or whatever but geez Louise, part of being a lawyer is being empathetic to understand how to get evidence from witnesses dumb dumb.

why is this LOSER. Not listening to my glorious queen. Just because it don’t follow the charts does NOT mean that it isn’t plausible like cmon think logical here. Also, when he’s like getting mad at Taiga without actually talking to him, I can just see him shaking his fist in the air lmao. Moving on from him… ROMEO CALLED US :3!!

HAIIII ROMEO MY NEW FAVORITE OF SINOSTRA WHATS POPPING!!! Also, NEW FACE!! NEW FACE FROM ROMEO I THINK. He has an angry one all the time last time, but now this one is more like… concerned?? Idk MOVING ON!! Also, I’m starting to like Romeo and I really want to know his lore for now. Cause look at this:

Like who is doing this to you BBG!!! I kinda feel bad for him he’s js a lil guy sometimes :(

(NOT IN LIKE THE FANON MIDORIYA WAY BUT IN LIKE A he’s very pitiful sometimes)

Also dang what is with this tension between Taiga and Romeo bruh. Like they’re legit acting like exes. I DONT SHIP THEM DONT GET ME WRONG. But like… there was DEFINITELY SOMETHING. Especially since Taiga remembers his name/nickname.

Yuri and Jiro :(!!! I MISSED YOU TWOO HAIIIII!!! Guys they’re so cute lmao Yuri getting worried like a friend awwwwww… though I’m pretty sure it’s because Jiro is still his subject. ARGHH OMG 😭💕 “I was only there cause I was looking for you” AWWWWWWW THATS SO SWEET!! The whole vomiting scene was so funny and silly and cute of them I hope we see them more!!

WOAHHHHHHHHHH!!! AWOOGA HELLO 😍😍😍!!! GUYS THEY LOOK SO PRETTAYYYYY!! Dang Romeo hand selected them, no surprise there. They’re sooooo cute AND THE MC AHHHHHH SHES SO SILLY 😭😭💕💕💕!!!

“try not to be discreet” immediately grabs Taiga’s ear. Oh wow. Also Imma need Taiga to STOP WOTH THE KITTEN TALK. IVE HAD IT 😡😡. ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE!

WHAT. NO. NONONONONONONONONO PLEASEEEEEEE SPARE ME WHY ME 😭😭😭. WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO SHARE A ROOM WITH THESE THREE LUNATICS. BRUH TAIGA’S PROBABLY LIKE A SLEEP BITER. UH UH I REFUSE 😡. You guys are rich aren’t you?? Can’t we have separate rooms pretty please. Also besides from sharing, I don’t like the idea of staying overnight. Cause they told us nothing!! We ain’t got toothbrush, deodorant, NADA. It’s gotta REEK in there.

Ok so… Romeo knowing the password is not rubbing me the right way. I hate it actually. Romeo please don’t be TOO sketch!!! Please please please I BEGGGG!! Also woah… I don’t like how it looks!! Like the AI is so obvious with this one PLEASEEE INVEST IN A BACKGROUND ARTIST. It’s not that difficult I promise you. The music is hella nice tho MEAH MWAH LOVELYYYY!! Also if you screen record a video with the background, you can see they added a shaky effect which was cool!!

alright Romeo. How’s you come up with the name. Guys he might actually be in some dark shit uh oh. Chat I think my fav sinostra character is cooked. Taiga pointing that out makes js confirms my suspicions. Like guys. Sighs. Also, I highly doubt Gojo teacher is gonna bail us out of this one taiga 🙁… he’s … NOT THAT GREAT!!

Ok so we split up anddddd… Taiga went to a bar. Naturally. RITSU, WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM. Like, I know he’s not personally insulting anyone, but like getting compared to Romeo is bad?? I mean, I guess they’re kinda opposites so IG!! Gulping down Taiga’s drink is WILD LMAOOO 😭😭.

ok moving onto their little exploration, Taiga, leaves his three blind mice looking glasses alone. It’s actually kinda cute that Ritsu is so sweet for his mom. ALSO HOURS??? FOR GLASSES?? I thought I was indecisive geez man. And oh!! They found the mask right? NOT TAIGA SUGGESTING THEY GANK THEM WHAT 😭 WHY IS HE SHOOTONG THE PLACE UP HELLO?? WHY DID HE SHOW RITSU TO WHACK THINGS WITH HIS BOOK OMG 😭.. IM DEADDDD.

alrighty now our side. Romeo and queeny let’s gooo!!! Romeo scamming some guy is actually crazy lmao. But like, he knew this guy?? Then why is this guy acting like he doesn’t know Romeo? That’s … STRANGE!! Anyways, AHHHH THAT ONE ART OF HIM HOLDING THE PAINTING WAS EVERYTHING :(!! So sweet so cute!! Other than the fact he scammed someone but I digress!!!

“There’s only a handful of people in this world that know the true vale of things.” Such an odd sentence to add, that’s more of an inner dialogue thing but he said it aloud. Maybe he meant smth else by it but like IM NOT THAT DETECTIVY GUYS!!

Romeo please leave my Boy Yuri alone 😭😭. They got that little man stressing fr. But I wanted to point out a few things from their conversation:

-“ Someone’s gotten cocky” (Romeo to Yuri) The word gotten changed the entire meaning of THSI sentence. They knew each other before… from Frostheim maybe?? Cause we know both of them have personal beef from frost heim, maybe they both transferred but were once close back then. Sounds kinda cliche but. Further evidence: “I remember when you ran off crying to the grubby old lab, now you’re playing king of the castle?” So maybe not together, but just what kind of connection did they have? Maybe Romeo was a bully :(

BUT WAIT !! THERES MORE!!! “ha ha. Fine words coming from a has-been like you. Why, I hardly hear anyone speak of you these days. I suppose your accomplishments were only possible before you relinquished your brand name. Oh, I suppose it’s more accurate ‘before it was stolen from you?’ “. … WOW!! Ok!!! So yeah Romeo was popular, he was .. maybe forced out of Frostheim because of his family situation… or maybe bullied out of it. With Romeo, a lot of times someone mentions something being stolen from him, which is probably why he’s so obsessed with wealth. Their relationship is so strange, I need to raise their affinities to see more lore.

Aw yeah, my queen got the lobster and pasta she deserved for her dinner!! I’m so glad that we don’t have to sleep with each other bro like legit JUMPING FOR JOY 😆😆😆!!!

Aw shucks Romeo is being shady once more ; “ Just relax by your little fireplace and I’ll bring you a nice souvenir. I’ll bring you back that mask so don’t forget our deal.” PROFESSOR HYDE. IK ITS YOU. WTF ARE YOU UP TO. Why does he want that mask, why does he need a mask, is he doing this against Darkwick or for them? Guys I need answers like urgently.

Oh no. It’s Taiga. Everyone smile and wave. Bruh why is he talking to us like he don’t know us m. It’s us, your kitty patootie. YEAHHHH HE RECOGNIZED US!! PROGRESS GUYS!! Omg wait he might actually remember the train… HE DID !! HE DID YES 😭😭!! TAIGA YOU ARE THE GOAT MY GLORIOUS KING TAIGA. Wait but he forgot where the monster went. Man… can’t do nothing fr 🙁. Uh oh :3 Romeo caught us!! DAMN TAIGA BEING SO MEAN FOR WHAT. “We were just talking about how gross you sound buttering someone up” like dang. We think that, not say that. What power does Gojo teacher hold to control Romeo so easily… I don’t get it :(.

phew day 2, auction day!! Taiga sleeping in the ceremony is so real. WHY IS HE SO READY TO SHOOT EVERYBODY GEEZ. Oh!! Romeo comes busting in… AHHHHHH MY GLORIOUS QUEEN MC IN THE BACKGROUND SUCH A CUTIE. Oh he actually started shooting ok!!! Awesome!!! OH WHAT THE… THEYRE ALL GLITCHING. RUN MC TUN. DONT LET THE OTHERS SLACK YOU!!

Ok so they got to the exit, and they won’t let us out… AWESOME. JUST AWESOME. Bruh Taiga is going on some riddle shit JS TELL US PLEASEEEEE. Bruh. Romeo. My guy. My pall. WHY TF DID YOU HAVE SO MUCH TREASURE 😭😭😭. WHY WOULD YOU THROW IT RIGHT AT RITSU. RITSUUUUU GET YO ASS HOME!! Oh wait his stigma nvm. He’s chilling. That panel of Ritsu saying his stigma goes hard though.

AWWWWW THEIR DIRT COVERED FACES ARE SO CUTE!!! AHHH I LOVE IT!! Too bad about the mask and Romeo’s treasure but we chilling. OH WAIT NVM TAIGA GOT THE MASK!! YAYAYYAYAY!! Romeo looks so happy aw 😭. Oh.. OH!!! ARE THEY ABOUT TO KISS?? WHAT HAOPENED IT ZOOMED IN ONTO ROMEO’S LIPS WHAT HAPPENDD.

Oh we’re back at the Diner with Ritsu. WAIT CAN WE SEE OUR BOY REN :3??? BRUH WHAT. TAIGA ATE THE FUCKING MASK??? HUH??? Another probation is actually crazy dang…

Oh shit Taiga and Hyde. “Lay off Lulu” AWWWWWW HE CARES ABOUT HIS FRIEND. AWWWWW!!! Bruh Hyde is actually pissing me off bro tf you mean “The stage is nearly set” FOR WHAT??? FOR WHAT PURPOSE??? Guys 😭

ok so that’s that. Uhhhhh I might have skipped a few parts but this is merely going off on the deleted screenshots I took the time I read it. The only thing I do remember is what I was thinking on each scene. Honestly, not much was given in this one for like DARKWICK lore, except for the fact they work with underground connections as well as governmental. That’s actually so wild how powerful they are. I’m actually so excited to see more of Ritsu’s emotional side, and Romeo/ Taiga’s backstory, not just tightened but their personal ones too. Still don’t have Taiga’s unique magic womp womp :(. Hyde… is freaking me out a bit too. And nothing has been explained about why Hyde called Sho for a “special mission”. It doesn’t look like he’s gonna be a part of the next chapter too, so it’s making sho SUPPERRRR SUS rn. But anyways I hoped you enjoyed and I will make another one of these VERY soon for Episode 9 :3!! Ciao , until next chapter!!

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