#being able to share this experience and journey with them?

[thefrogman]

Been following for... well like over a decade. Love your wit and your masterly skills with photgraphy and how you explain it in ways we can understand.

But I wanted you to know that you being so open about your life with ME/CFS meant that when I got sick, I was able to recognize what was happening to me. Your blogging saved me from what could have been years and years of doctors and more testing with no answers. I was able to know what to talk with doctors about, some of what to expect, and that I wasn't alone. And I've never said thank you for that, so I wanted you to know- Thank you.

I remember you consistently being a long time supportive follower. Your name always sticks out when you like or reply or reblog. Like waving at an old friend you notice on the other side of the supermarket.

I've always tried to find the balance of openly talking about my chronic fatigue without making it my entire deal. I think that is a big mistake a lot of chronic illness sufferers can fall into. I had to figure out how to live a life despite my condition. And I hope if my story communicated anything to fellow spoonies, it was to do everything possible to find some quality of life. It may not meet your ambitions or what you imagined for yourself, but it's an important part of living with a chronic condition.

It is very fulfilling to hear that my story helped you. That was always my goal. When I started this health journey, there was so little information. They thought I had depression for years and even electroshocked my brain. I hoped I could spare others from a similar experience. And while I'm saddened so many others now have post viral fatigue, it does seem this influx of people has put a new spotlight on these conditions. Perhaps this will lead to new treatments.

I always live my life with the assumption I will not get better. Waiting for the next miracle cure got old very quick. My current strategy is to isolate aspects of my health that I can do something about. I'm going to fix my testosterone. I'm going to fix my diabetes. And I'm going to lose weight so it takes less energy to move around.

I had to make some huge health sacrifices to help my parents in their final years. I feel like I owe it to them to undo that damage and get back to living a life. I hope to also share that journey as I go.

It makes me sad to hear you have struggled with similar things. But stories like yours feel very validating. It can be hard opening up about these things publicly. Especially when faced with nonbelievers who think I want to lie around and watch movies all day. That idea sounds nice until it is your only choice and you cannot make another without terrible consequences.

I'm sorry it took so long to respond, but I appreciate you. I appreciate your long-time loyalty as a follower. And I appreciate all of the support and kindness you've shown me over the years.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

I love Taash's outlandish ideas about the Crows. Each question they ask Lucanis about them is more ridiculous than the last. And when they ask him whether there are any non-binary Crows... I thought, that's it. I'm going to make a non-binary Crow Rook to romance them.

[ilovecatfr]

Learning how to be more familiar with shifting

and how and why do people constantly shift on accident while people who go up and beyond are usually not as successful?

I seen posts from people frustrated or even ready to give up on shifting. They’ve tried every method, affirmation, or technique, yet nothing seems to work. At the same time, they see others sharing stories about shifting on accident, and it makes them wonder “What’s wrong with me? Why can’t I shift when I’m putting in so much effort?”

First of all, there’s nothing wrong with you. Shifting is a deeply personal experience, and everyone’s journey is different.

SO WHY DO PEOPLE SHIFT ON ACCIDENT?

(my opinion)

Most people who shift accidentally are able to let go naturally, without even realizing it. Letting go, in simple terms, means completely forgetting about the act of shifting itself.

Think about it this way: when you’re doing a method or affirming, you’re reminding yourself that you’re still in your CR. Even if you’re saying, “I’m shifting,” you’re acknowledging that there’s a process happening and that you’re waiting for the shift to occur. This creates a sense of separation between you and your DR. It’s like saying, “I’m almost there,” rather than, “I’m already there.”

What often happens with people who shift on accident, they immerse themselves in their DR, they stop perceiving a “process” of shifting—they just exist in that reality.

HOW TO BECOME MORE NATURAL WITH LETTING SHIFTING GO?

First thing we need to learn even tho this is really common evidence:

Methods are tools, not rules.

Trust Yourself: The more you believe you can shift, the less you’ll feel the need to control every part of the process.

What immersing yourself in your DR is?

Anything you want, no limits. Scenarios, going through a day in your DR, thinking about your s/o, thinking about your studies, your job, making outfits, thinking about dates with your s/o, hang outs with your friend group, texting, praising people in your DR, doing your make up in your DR.

Of course you can just think about your DR if you are not good with imagination.

The biggest takeaway here is that shifting isn’t about trying—it’s about being. When you let go of the idea of shifting as something you have to “achieve” and simply allow yourself to exist in your DR.

So don’t be discouraged if you’re struggling. Take a step back, relax, and allow yourself to enjoy the journey without putting so much pressure on yourself. You’re closer than you think.

[lakeofsilverpike]

3x06 crystalized something essential about what Moiraine is able to offer Rand in this moment of his journey. Presence in the darkness. A person who sees all of him and accepts him. Rand asks if Moiraine saw him kill her in the rings, and she smiles fondly at him and says yes. And he smiles back, because he knows that this doesn't frighten her away. Most people would run. Most would find the prospect of him going mad, no less him hurting them, too much to stay. But Moiraine won't leave. And where before that annoyed Rand to no end, now it has become a comfort. He is beginning to realize what he must do, what he must experience and how that will change him, to fulfill his destiny. And now the idea that there is a person who also fully knows that and accepts it and will remain by his side is a comfort.

Rand is reckoning with both the madness that he fears channeling will bring and also what he perceives as a darkness inside himself. Egwene tells him that loving Lanfear means he's given into the madness. But Rand knows the truth, that his love for Lanfear isn't about the madness from channeling. It's about there being one person he knows will see him at his darkest and still love him. Up until this episode she really is the only person who he knows can see that darkness and accept it.

I think that shifts at the end of the episode for Rand. When Rand channels to try to bring Alsera back from the dead it is a moment that feels for him like his evilness as a man and his madness from channeling come together. They're both him. It's hard to know where one ends and the other begins. Because he channels recklessly, but then that channeling brings the taint, and it changes his perception. And that feeling that he can do anything, that he is a god, is that him or the madness? Or does it speak to both the darkness within him and also the madness from channeling?

Egwene, Aviendha, and Lan have expressions on their faces as they watch Rand that speak to varying degrees of fear, disgust, and pity. But Moiraine looks at him only with understanding. Where the others recoil from the darkness, from the intensity of the pain of that moment, Moiraine goes to Rand in that pain.

There are a few aspects to what she can offers him. First, I imagine, a shared experience as a channeler learning the limits of channeling. Surely most Aes Sedai have raged against the idea that with all their power they cannot heal death. The have felt angry and helpless and despairing that despite their power, death exists, that they cannot change that.

Second, she grounds him. She understands the pull of the One Power, and she knows how to bring Rand back. Not with words or reasoning, but with touch, with human connection, with a hand on his shoulder, then quietly crouching beside him and encouraging him to look at her and come back from the seductive place the One Power takes him.

And third, and I think most importantly, she sits with him in the darkness. In his darkness. Not just the madness of channeling. But the moments after. When Lan looks at him with pity, Avienda with disgust, and Egwene with fear. Not because he channeled, but about the horrific human experience he just had, the messy, raw human experience of grief. Where he was out of control, overwhelmed by despair and rage, where he is lashing out, where his feelings are big and dangerous.

Moiraine touches Rand in that moment when he is loathing himself. She crouches down and looks him in the eye unflinchingly, sees him and offers herself. Her face holds understanding, but also an openness for him to give himself to her, to let her hold his feelings, to be the person who sees what he is feeling and holds it with him. And when he looks at her you see his face shift from this blank mask to all the complicated difficult emotions he has in that moment - the self-loathing, despair, rage. Moiraine is the person willing to wade into that with him, to see him when he feels his worst and be with him in that pain. She probably has always been that, but Rand finally sees it and accepts it, and that feels like a massive shift in this tiny moment of eye contact.

[animeyanderelover]

Anon: Yandere Hc’s for the Strawhat Pirates (Luffy, Zoro, Nami, Usopp, Sanji, Chopper, Robin, Franky, Brook)?

Little information that Chopper and Brook are to be read as only platonic as I will not write anything romantic for them. Chopper for hopefully OBVIOUS reasons and Brook because… well, personally I do not see myself attracted to a skeleton.

Tw: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, clinginess, manipulation, guilt-tripping, paranoia, overprotective behavior, stalking, threats, violence, abduction

Tags: @ladydoe8

Yandere Hc’s

Monkey D. Luffy

🍖If there is one thing that Luffy has proven to be, it is that he is arguably one of the most stubborn people to exist out there. If he wants someone to join his crew, he isn’t just going to take a simple “no” as a sufficient answer and he will be persistent until either his crewmates have stopped him from recruiting every moving being on earth or until he has convinced the person he has wanted to join. That which I just described is the textbook experience that you have with Luffy. His fascination manifests before his obsession does but even then he is already someone you are unable to shake off and even asking some of his friends, people like Zoro and Usopp for example, will just shrug you off and tell you that it is at this rate easier to join the crew than to demotivate Luffy from trying to recruit you. One of two scenarios can now happen. Luffy wins you over with that adventurous and hopeful charisma that he carries around without being even fully aware of it or you continue denying him, meaning that his obsession develops despite you not being part of the Straw Hats at that point and which I will elaborate further on in the abduction part. A little headstart though, Luffy is delusional.

🍖Luffy is very inclined towards physical affection, it just comes naturally to him. That is one thing that immediately gives his feelings away even before he realises them himself. There’s a lot of excessive touching. A breathtaking hug every morning when he sees you, your presence brightening his day up more than the rays of sunshine. The way he clasps your hand in his whenever there is something that he is just itching to show you. And then there are those curious touches, much more tender in comparison to the normal eagerness always displayed such as when his fingers brush over your lips, his eyes much more dazed as he stares at them before he snaps out of whatever just possessed him. Him being delusional is actually interesting as Luffy is emotionally not really dumb. In fact he is actually able to sense most of your emotions at one point but it doesn’t always occur to him that he might be the cause of negative emotions to you. After all Straw Hats are on this journey to fulfill their own dreams as well as supporting each other’s dreams. Finding out that you don’t wish to be part of that dream anymore would hopelessly break his heart.

🍖Jealousy entails a certain amount of insecurity which isn’t often something that Luffy experiences. Perhaps his delusional and carefree attitude enables him to keep that smile even if you are surrounded by other people as he is feeling very secure in a relationship. Far common is that he is a victim of his attention-seeking clinginess. For Luffy it is natural to share every experience with you as this is part of the joy that he is feeling. For you that may not be the case though as you might prefer to have some moments for yourself or to simply talk to others without thinking too much of him. None of that is necessarily bad… for like five minutes. There is a countdown that really starts ticking the moment Luffy notices that you are doing something without him and sometimes the crew places bets on how many minutes he can hold out on before he inevitably walks over. Actual jealousy usually happens once Luffy actually senses intentions from the other part in which case he is very swift to join the interaction and declare very openly that he is already your boyfriend. None of his behavior could be labeled as anything intense or threatening though.

🍖If there is one big difference between Pre-Timeskip Luffy and Post-Timeskip Luffy then it is the way that he deals with threats. In itself the captain lets you fight your own battles as a victory of yours is a joy he will experience for you and celebrate with you. However, Luffy has also experienced the trauma of losing Ace, who uttered during his last moments that he regrets not seeing Luffy achieve his dream. That is a scar Luffy will never truly recover from and he is prone to almost PTSD-like symptoms when the triggers happen. If he senses that you’re struggling he would already be fast to try to rush to you but it is when he witnesses you heavily wounded on the ground that he suddenly finds himself transported back to Marineford with all the shouts and the sound of cannons going off, the heavy feeling of Ace’s dead body in his arms. His Conqueror Haki just bursts out of him as he shouts your name to the point where he even knocks out some of his own crew members who can’t stay conscious before he launches himself over to you, a tunnel vision taking over that can only concentrate on you and whoever your opponent is if they’re still standing.

🍖Now, freedom is an integral part of Luffy’s very being. He doesn’t see the need to restrict you even though that partial naïveté fueled by his delusions can bite him back if you truly are unhappy with him. Once you have joined the crew of your own free will though, you aren’t going to be able to leave anymore. Especially once Luffy’s obsession kicks in and he becomes aware of his feelings for you. Instead he would rather chalk up any other excuses instead of facing reality that you do not wish to be part of this journey and his dreams anymore. If you never planned on joining to begin with, things might be a bit more difficult to justify but Luffy can do it nevertheless. After all you have been copped up on an island your entire life so you cannot know the joy and the world filled with wonders out there until you try. If you should have ever mentioned to him about your curiosity of the world out there or about a secret wish to sail out there and explore the world, your words are going to come back for you terribly as Luffy will interpret them as your real wishes that you just have to hide due to the stigmatization against pirates or because you think yourself as bound to your island.

🍖Sharing is caring, a philosophy that Luffy properly embraces with you around. Some of the Strawhats are actually surprised just how much he shares with you as there are things that Luffy usually doesn’t offer to others, even his own crew. Food is obviously part of it as he frequently offers you bites of his portions though he also graciously indulges in your own plates. His treasured Strawhat is another part that he often shares with you, specifically when you’re angry with him, when you’re stuck in your own sadness or when you’re recovering from an injury due to a fight. Smiling is a sign for him that you are feeling happy so he is acting silly the moment he realises that he hasn’t seen you smile quite in a while. Alternatively he just pinches your cheeks in order to have you smile. The moment the Thousand Sunny docks at a new island, Luffy is with both of his feet already on the ground ready to explore whilst his arms stretch out to reach you and drag you with him. His Devil Fruit, even before the truth appears of what it really is and the powers that it holds, already means that whatever distance you may try to create, Luffy is able to close quickly.

Roronoa Zoro

🟢This green-haired swordsman is not only terrible when it comes to directions, he just also happens to be incredibly dense in regards to figuring out his own feelings. Zoro’s focus so far in his life has always been found elsewhere. The first buds of his obsession emerge slow and steadily which is perhaps why it is so difficult even for many other of his crew to realise that Zoro has fallen in love with you. Whether it is how he unconsciously finds himself laying down on deck where you currently are, somehow feeling more at ease when he hears your voice which even helps him dozing off quicker only to wake up eventually when you move elsewhere, the silence alarming him of your absence without him even being aware of it. Then there is this subtle need to show of in front of you despite the fact that so far Zoro has often trained all by himself as he suddenly moves parts of his daily training up on deck where you can see him, his eyes every once in a while drifting over to you to find out if you’re watching him or not. He will never get over the fact that Sanji of all people helped him realising his love for you, the cook unable to deal with Zoro’s obliviousness anymore.

🟢In his own ways Zoro also happens to be somewhat clingy, though that term means something very differently if compared to people like Luffy or Sanji. It is more silent hovering than it is glueing himself actively to your side, the clinginess that entails that he is always a few steps away from you or at the very minimum prefers to have you within his vision. In general Zoro is the silent but intense presence, someone who doesn’t speak up unless he really has to. With his love comes a dedication, you found even call it a duty, that Zoro immediately vows to uphold and that is to protect you. With that view that Zoro upholds, a conflict can arise though simply because during dangerous situations or fights he tends to take the front seat and doesn’t allow you to hold your own during battles. Worst of all is that his bluntness leads him to openly admit that he doesn’t want you to fight on your own whenever you confront him about his behavior. A part of him thinks that you don’t have to risk your life when he can join in and protect you but his choice of words can hurt your feelings. That harsh bluntness of his tends to hurt your feelings a lot if he isn’t careful.

🟢Similar to Luffy, Zoro isn’t really breathing jealousy with every inhale that he takes. He is secure as he values loyalty and expects you to uphold those values too. There is a subtle possessive hint though, obvious in the subtle glares that he throws at your direction whenever there are other people surrounding you. If you are his that means that others have to keep their hands off. It is a simple principle in his mind which is why he is all the more pissed at every idiot that doesn’t follow such an easy concept. Zoro is nothing but harsh and scary as soon as another person thinks that they can get away with flirting even if it has been clarified to them before that you already have a boyfriend. A hand is resting threateningly on one handle of his sword, his eyes sizing up the poor idiot who at that point might already be trembling in their boots. On the other hand he gets competitive whenever you express amazement and admiration for someone else, especially when it comes to their strengths or when the person you are admiring is named Sanji. In that case he gets somewhat childish and in some cases he outright asks for a fight to prove that he’s stronger.

🟢Typical for someone who is on the more protective side most of the time, Zoro is already more alert with the people you surround yourself with. That doesn’t mean that he can’t have fun and indulge in some good booze, just that it isn’t easy to push him into a state where he actually drops his guard fully when he is with you unless both of you are on the Thousand Sunny. Generally speaking though, Zoro never takes things lightly when it comes to your safety. The mere utter of a threat with no actions yet involved can quickly lead to a situation where he has already shed two of his swords. God forbid if someone actually attempts to hurt you or even succeeds to injure you as such a thing will not be spared. No, in fact it ends with blood splattered all across the floor. The one thing that can be given to Zoro is that he is incredibly hard but ultimately always fair. He only takes lives that he deems as irredeemable as he has had his fair encounters with evil and malicious presences throughout his journey so he is actually able to tell desperation and blind anger apart from pure killing intent. Still, a punishment must still be served as a warning to never even attempt to harm you.

🟢An abduction is not something that Zoro could afford. How would he even do that if he is constantly on a ship with an entire crew? Even he isn’t dumb enough to believe that this would work despite what the stupid curled eyebrow may think of him. If you are a member of the Straw Hat Pirates then there is really no need to think too much either as you are going nowhere. Most conflicts on the ship usually involve the Love Cook and if things simple start to seriously get on Zoro’s nerves then there is the easy yet effective method to swing you over his shoulder and simply carry you to the training room where he will simply lock himself in with you and you won’t get out until he lets you. You have to be someone he has known for a long time so that pretty much means that you either have to be part of the Strawhats or that you happen to tag along for a longer part of their journey as I don’t see Zoro developing an obsession otherwise. If you don’t belong to another crew and go through thick and thin with the Strawhats it is likely that Luffy extends an invitation for you to join his crew which brings with it that stubborn behavior and inability to accept your rejection so easily.

🟢Bad news is that he often drags you along with him when the crew docks on to a new island and is off to explore it which means that both of you end up lost together. The good news is that at the very least Zoro somehow always manages to never lose you and even if the both of you do get separated, ironically he still finds his way back to you to then have the audacity to act like you are the one who got lost from him. Normally Zoro really prides himself for being quiet and level-headed but all of that is thrown out of the window the moment Sanji is in the picture who is notorious for flirting with women left and right. Because you are off limits for the cook as you are already taken so whenever you are called an affectionate nickname by the cook all members of the crew already know that a new brawl is incoming. Zoro never really gives his feelings much thoughts after the initial realisation that he wants you either. For him all that he is experiencing and feeling is the way it is supposed to be. After all you are the first person that he has ever loved that way so he has no way of comparing nor noticing that some of his feelings go too far.

Nami

🍊A burglar by nature and one in name on her bounty poster just as much, there is going to be a certain mindset that Nami brings with her. She is a lady who is used to stealing what she wants, to treasure all gold and berries. This is a thought process that transcends the previously simple boundaries of all that glitters and glows and milds itself to fit the obsession she has for you. There is a very good pinch of possessive attributes that Nami brings with her, one that now includes you as you are counted as one of her priced possessions. She very much is a no-nonsense person and she makes that abundantly clear to even her own crewmates that you are her lover. She stakes claim as she is the one who is in love with you, is the one who made the first move on you and is also the one who has pretty much bargained you into a relationship with her. When it comes to such matters, Nami is nothing short of persistent and it is not uncommon for her to often bargain with you when there are things the both of you don't agree on. It's not all fun and laughter though as Nami has preferences for things to go her way, perhaps because she is surrounded by so many idiots all the time.

🍊​Precisely because she is surrounded by many crewmates who are often more muscles than brain that she is on a daily basis forced into being one of the few responsible ones who actually think situations through. That is why she is on an aware spectrum in regards to her own obsession. She doesn't show it when she is around others or even when she is with you but it does take up a lot of space in her mind the moment she is alone. Part of her is disturbed of the way that she feels and thinks of you, marked by her own past and the many things that she has witnessed on her journey. She herself used to be caged, trapped in the greed of a cruel man and it is something she has learnt to not be an experience solely she has made. There are lots of cruel and terrible people and creatures out there who cause suffering to satisfy her own greed and even if she can be very blunt and tough, she is not like those people. A balance is important for her as her love for you is at the end of the day genuine. Whilst she is normally used to be on the receiving end of someone's affection, her attempts to show to you that you still mean the world to her are sincere. You are worth more than her treasured berries.

🍊​In a relationship with Nami it is actually very likely that you are far more on the receiving end of jealousy than she herself is. Who wouldn't swoon over a woman as beautiful as her after all? Even if this wouldn't be a factor Nami would still be not prone to jealousy. She knows that she's attractive after all, her confidence has grown since she has joined the Strawhats. If she is one thing then it would be possessive yet that is different than being jealous. Something that belongs to her should be a sign of others straying away, that is the way that she likes to see it. A little bit hypocritical for she is a thief and doesn't respect such boundaries but you are a person and not an object to be stolen away after all. If there is going to be anyone who hits on you then Nami is very quick to put her foot down and that with a force that even terrifies her own crew. The orange-haired girl is infamously feared even amongst the toughest people on her crew and that for reasons. That wrath is something she doesn't spare anyone from, especially those who dare to flirt with you. Usually she is still simmering with anger even after she successfully scares someone off, leading to subtly possessive touches.

🍊​There are more than enough people already who blindly storm into fights, even enjoy them. Something that Nami still doesn't understand fully to this day but she has always participated in major battles as she too is part of the Stra Hat Pirates. She relies on her brains more than she does on her muscles and she isn't quite as reckless as someone like Luffy though. In a situation of such fights though with another crew she prioritises safety and survival over a complete victory and if both of you are on a similar scale of strength than she usually insists for the both of you to stick together. Nami has been fighting alongside the crew many times and she knows that others would only be slowed down if the two of you would interfere too much in their battles, especially those who prefer handling battles alone. Her willingness to defend you against injustice and mindless cruelty burns brightly though and every careless comment normally ends in a swift hit and an apology from the individual who is already sporting a bump. One thing you have to give her and that is her unwillingness to let someone degrade you or talk you down, all the more if you aren't the type to stand up for yourself.

🍊​Assuming that you are part of the crew and that willingly then there are very little worries she would have. Her obsession is one that takes time after all as love like this demands the ability to be vulnerable which isn't always easy for her. Sure, she has been learning to be more openly when it comes to the matters of her heart but she has spend half of her childhood trying to carry the weight of her entire village all alone on her shoulders. It is this weight of being all alone and carrying so much responsibility that she still occasionally expresses, especially once her feelings start acting up. If you wouldn't be an official part of the Straw Hats and her obsession would hit her, she finds herself in a much bigger conflict. Her possessive attributes wouldn't let her rest in peace ever and she would probably try to manipulate you into considering joining her crew, even trying to force people with little manners to behave a tad bit better as she doesn't want you to be weirded out. Ultimately I don't see her abducting you though even if it would greatly break her heart and end in her being permanently bitter to hide her pain. It is terrible after all, the pain of being trapped and she knows that.

🍊​Are you the type who keeps count of the money you spend or the gifts you receive or gift to others? Because Nami most certainly keeps track of such things and this often comes back to bite you majorly when there is something both of you don't agree on. It is then that she always brings up those topics and it is an active attempt to persuade you into agreeing with her to stop any further arguments. Always remember that Nami is not the type who gives without expecting anything in return. No, it is very much a mindset that one hand washes to other with her and she often even calculates such things so that she always has an upper hand against you for such situations. It is one major thing where her controlling behavior shines through as she always wants to have the last word. Another thing to keep in mind is that Nami is blunt and doesn't sugarcoat anything so if she criticizes something about you then she means it, even if she realises after that she probably could have said it a tad bit nicer. Your entire wardrobe goes through a major rebirth under her as Nami redesigns it after her own sense of fashion and she makes it so that every outfit of yours from that day on matches her own.

Usopp

🌱​Usopp is a nervous mess when he is around you and no matter how much he tries to play it off, everyone knows. He can talk of great tales of his heroic acts as much as he wants, it doesn't change the fact that around you his insecurities hit him full force. It borders on pathetic and pitiful as he probably practices in front of the mirror what he wants to say the next time you are around only to fumble completely when that moment happens. In his own nervous state it probably happens more than once that he blurts something out that has you tilt your head questionably, especially since it almost always involves something about you and that has you wondering how he knows that. Truth is that Usopp observes you a lot and takes note of small habits you subconsciously do and other quirks that you express without being fully aware of it most of the time. God, he knows that it sounds creepy but he can't do anything that he has a habit of peeping and his excellent eyesight really only enables him more. He refuses any claims that he is obsessive though even if it is the truth. He just doesn't want you to think of him as weird or creepy as that would be a personal nightmare.

🌱​As fond as you are of Usopp even despite his somewhat uncanny ability to note and remember pretty much everything you said or did once he starts observing you, there are some glaring flaws. His habit to lie is somewhat infamous and though most of the times it is overall harmless, you have noticed that he starts lying the moment you confront him about pretty much anything. There are few things Usopp hates more than potentially disappointing you and in any attempt to dodge that, he starts lying his way out of it. It happens when he loses something that you entrusted him with or when he failed to do a task that you asked of him. Everything would just be solved if he would simply admit to it as you wouldn't treat it as a big deal yet he always gets so defensive for some reason and you don't even know why. The trickiest part is that he does it even if he doesn't want to do so and it is the fact that he does it so naturally that often disappoints you more than anything. It often leads you to ignore him for a couple of days, essentially threatening him with a heart attack until he comes almost crawling back and apologises, finally admitting his wrongdoings.

🌱​Jealousy is going to be a problem that Usopp finds himself confronted with far more often than he would ever be comfortable to admit. Yes, he may have come far from where he started over two years ago in his small village. Yet it changes little in the overall scheme of things. There are so many pirates out there who excel in abilities he could only hope to achieve, there are such people even in his own crew. Really, it shouldn’t affect him as much as it does as many of those abilities simply come from Devil Fruits or from a body that is not human. Still, whenever you express such astonishment for Luffy’s abilities or for Jinbe’s skills as a Fishman, it is hard to ignore that churning hole within his body. Most troubling is that Usopp never wants to admit his feelings to you so he pretty much just waits there, feeling increasingly more uneasy the longer such interactions last. If his fidgety behavior is anything to go by, it is more difficult not to notice. If someone points it out to him though? He just laughs it off. Laughing it off only to later on talk in self-deprecating ways about himself when the both of you are alone. It really isn’t a good way to deal with it but he does it nevertheless.

🌱​A great warrior of the sea. That’s his wish. A wish that he has made what feels like an eternity ago. No one could deny that he hasn’t grown since his adventure has started but simultaneously no one can also say that he hasn’t grown since grown completely fearless. He’d like to label it as him just being more sensible though, especially in comparison to monsters like Luffy or Zoro. If you get stuck with Usopp during a battle you better have a good amount of stamina as the both of you are going to run a lot. Cut him some slack as Usopp is a sniper and not someone made for brawling so if he is pushed into a situation where the fight turns into hand-to-hand skills he has to gain some distance to shoot. It’s a far too common experience to feel his sweaty hand grabbing yours as he starts dashing away with you in tow. Such memories never remain as fond in his mind. Actually he feels a great deal of shame for them later on even if things still turned out right in the end. Still, he cannot change that he is not anything like Jinbe, Zoro or Sanji. He is not build like them so he has to fight and survive in his own ways. You… You understand that though, don’t you?

🌱​Usopp tends to be desperate and desperation can take very different forms. As a member of the pirate crew there would be little thoughts he would have to make in regard to an abduction. Still, even if both of you were to sit right next to each other that is no guarantee for Usopp to feel reassured. Insecurities can plague him after all even if the both of you were to be as physically close as possible. Especially if you have expressed disappointment in him or he at the very least believes that you think that way. That often leads to him spiraling down a dangerous rabbit hole that he struggles to climb out of. What he needs is reassurance but instead of asking he chooses a coward’s way at times. One strength of his are his many gadgets and in any way to soothe his nerves it happens that he invents something that forces the two of you to stick together. You’ll never forget how one time both of you had to spend nearly an entire day handcuffed together because he acted like he lost the keys. Ultimately Zoro had to slice the handcuffs apart, that is after Usopp nearly fainted when the samurai gave the both of you a terrifying grin in an attempt to assure both of you it would be fine.

🌱​Let’s talk about his gadgets once more because even though Usopp sometimes uses them for bullshit reasons, he has gifted you just as many useful things. Especially if both of you have no outstanding skills in comparison to other members will he craft a lot of things for you to survive on a battle field. Absolutely terrified when you are actually mad at him as he’s initially too terrified to approach you. Instead Usopp has found another way to attempt his first apologies. He just uses his slingshot to fire little gifts and letters your way, making sure to not accidentally hit you unless he wishes to madden you even more. The little trinkets that he fires at you are pretty cute but you learn quickly that he needs to learn to face his fears. That usually means that you let him dangle until he approaches you in tears. The beginning of the relationship is one awkward mess as Usopp cannot get his nerves to calm down. His movements are awkward, his palms usually sweaty when he touches you and the first kiss is one huge mess that he doesn’t want to be reminded of. It gets better over time as he gets more comfortable but one fall back into his insecurities brings him right back to the start.

Vinsmoke Sanji

🍝​As shallow as it may sound, gaining Sanji's affection often requires only one thing which is to be of the opposite gender. Without knowing his tragic past this sounds quite horrible but from first observation this seems to be the case. You are treated with the same fondness that Sanji treats Robin and Nami at the beginning when you join the crew, the same blatant favouritism and the same affectionate nicknames. However, you connect on a deeper level with Sanji than anyone expected and there is a slow shift that Sanji himself doesn't seem to be aware of initially, his behavior around you suddenly different than what other women usually receive from him. It all comes crashing down during one moment where the both of you are alone. It could be that you catch him in a vulnerable moment, it could be the situation but with reversed positions or it could even be a simple smile you give him that suddenly leads him to his epiphany. That is when everything falls into place and his obsession fully manifests in that second, his heart bursting with a love that he has never felt before and one he can't help but wonder he even deserves for a split second.

🍝​The very next day he seems to be a different man for you and everybody notices this. Sanji has a high standard when it comes to how he wants to treat you and that already borders on unhealthy at times as he can really push himself if he doesn't fulfill his own expectations he has set for himself. Two things that instantly stand out are his obsessive behavior and his clinginess. Everything about you is committed to mind and when I say everything I mean everything. It is a thin line between being flattering and disturbing, especially when you figure out that Sanji somehow has accurately figured out your three sizes despite you having never told him this. His clinginess is equally overwhelming at times. For Sanji such closeness is a must as he is in a constant state of euphoria when you are around. It is utterly addictive to the point where he actually experiences something akin to withdrawal symptoms when he goes for a few hours without having seen or held you once. His focus slips through his fingers more often as his mind can only think about you and his mood gets quickly more trigger-happy until he quite literally feels sick with unease and longing.

🍝​Jealousy comes as natural as breathing to Sanji and that is by no means any exaggeration. He is hyperaware when you are around and he is just as hyperaware of your surroundings as danger could come for you at every moment. One glance that lasted longer than two seconds can already be a justification enough for Sanji's jealousy to flare up. If beyond simple glances nothing else happens you are able to pull him back and redirect his focus back to you. Once someone does approach and starts a discussion you can only mentally pray as that is the point of no return. That is the moment where Sanji is quite literally fire and flame as he is prepared to kick every man's ass if they dare to flirt with you. It isn't even funny when he gets like this. No, the unfamiliar intensity that you witness in such moments is unlike anything that you have seen before as this is different than the jealousy that he used to express back in the days over Nami and Robin. One time you ask him why he acts that way. Initially he's silent as he takes a whiff of his cigarette before before he finally answers you, telling you that he doesn't trust men. When you ask him if he doesn't trust himself by that definition, he stays quiet.

🍝​Men cannot be trusted. That does include him as well. Sanji doesn't trust himself with you. He feels like he is going to fail you one way or another. Has this not been what he has always been? A failure? The words of a father can ring loudly even years later and that is what haunts Sanji at night. He is not as simple as some way think he is when they initially look at him. There is lots of trauma and issues that have yet to be solved but he has made it his goal to never let you know that. That is a burden he doesn't wish to bother you with but such unresolved trauma and the insecurities that come along with it resurface full force in situations of great desperation. Sanji is fully prepared to throw his own safety away when it is your life that is endangered and during battles that overprotective paranoia fully shows itself. He tanks all the blows meant for you, he fights your enemies and all of that so recklessly that you are torn apart between ferocious rage and suffocating guilt. There are few things more jarring than seeing Sanji so heavily wounded whilst you have little to no scratches yet somehow he still has the audacity to fuss over your small cuts whilst he is about to bleed out.

🍝​Once a member is always a member. That is one realisation that even Sanji has made after Wole Cake Island and he is eternally grateful for that. Obviously that spells in big bold letters that you won't be able to just be able to go your separate way either which is another very relieving realisation of it all. Yet despite both of you being on the same ship all the time, Sanji still follows you around all of the time. The constant doting behavior can get suffocating at times as even the slightest complaint of yours is immediately something Sanji feels the need to fix. In any attempt to get some privacy at times you sometimes just lock yourself away in your own room only to quickly realise just how seriously affected Sanji gets as a result. He won't outright barge into your room but his unease gets the best of him within the next hour where he is knocking on your door and asks if there is anything he can do for you. Sanji is already at a point where he is fully enveloped by the relationship so any minuscle hint that you may think of breaking it off will immediately have him on his knees in front of you in raw panic and fear. He'll do better! He swears it on his life!

🍝​Everything about you is prioritised and Sanji all too willingly pushes his own physical and mental health behind. The constant fear to fail you and to not be enough is a looming threat that follows him around constantly. Every small mistake he may make is often enough to have him question his own self-worth. You underestimate just how extreme this is until you witness it yourself as even the simple sentence of yours that you would prefer your juice with more fruits can lead to such a self-destructive thought process. Nothing can destroy someone more than their hardcore perfectionistic expectations they have for themselves and Sanji is this kind of person. His own infatuation blinds him, makes him discard his own wellbeing as long as he can assure that you are safe and happy and it shows over time. The amount of money he spends for you and the constant effort and time that he puts in for you affect you too as you feel a deep guilt for not being able to do the same for him. What you don't seem to understand is that one simple kiss would be more than enough for Sanji as he holds your love in the highest regard. One he has to prove himself to be worthy of every day.

Tony Tony Chopper

🩺​Chopper is essentially still a child if we're looking at it and that definitely shows from the way his obsession takes hold. Depending on your age he is either going to see you as a sibling or, if you're about Robin's age or even older, as a mother figure. Shunned by his own kind long before he even devoured his Devil Fruit and essentially only saved by the kindness of Hiriluk and Kureha on Drum Island before he was taken in by the crew. The Straw Hat Pirates are his new family but with you Chopper seems to develop a special bond. As he is the closest to you that implies that he is often following you around, very much like a child does with their older sibling or their parent. Whenever he is scared, upset or angry then you are the person that he always comes running to with teary eyes and wobbly lips as he tries to supress the urge to cry. Sometimes he clings to your legs and doesn't let go which ends with you walking around with him clinging to you. Whenever there is a reason to celebrate then he also comes running to you with stars in his eyes, almost vibrating with joy and excitement that everyone managed to survive and that the crew has managed to successfully defeat another foe.

🩺​He is of a pure heart and his feelings follow that example which leads me to believe that he probably doesn't recognise that he is somewhat unhealthily attached to you. After all for him you are his comfort person and the person that he can always run to when there is anything that bothers him. It's that attachment that leads to some separation anxiety, especially when the both of you get separated on an island and he doesn't know where you are and how you are. If it ever happens that you suggest for both of you to be on separate teams it is not uncommon for Chopper to actually start crying. Not even out of manipulate purposes but simply because he doesn't want you two to be in different groups and for that away from each other. It's a heartbreaking sight so you always cave in and take him with you. Often you have to carry him though as he is still somewhat upset afterwards, essentially starts sulking a tiny bit. As the doctor of the crew there are some overprotective tendencies which lead to him putting band-aids on you the moment you lightly scrape your skin. After battles that means that you walk around covered in colourful band-aids.

🩺​Whilst Chopper is neither very intense nor acting like a bratty child, he is a little attention-seeker at times. It's not in his nature to be jealous as he is a doctor and possesses a lot of compassion within his heart. There is no cure for jealousy though, especially if you treat someone the same way you treat him. Credits to him though, despite being delusional he knows when he should stay quiet. I imagine that during the Punk Hazard Arc with all the children he might have gotten somewhat jealous during the calm moments where you doted on the kids and played with them yet he never got mad at you nor them. It's usually after everything is over and safe that he starts expressing his jealousy. It's quite silly though because he is just too adorable even when he tries to look mad. Normally he just turns his back on you, sits down and crosses his arms over his chest. All of it within your vision though so that you clearly see him and then hopefully approach him. Chopper is quick to forgive though, especially when you bring him cotton candy or compliment him which then leads him to do his silly dance as he bashfully denies your kind words.

🩺​If you want to talk about a doctor who is fully prepared to take lives then Chopper is not the person you are looking for in One Piece. He upholds the oath of saving lives and not taking them and his role within the crew is to support as good as he can as there are others who take the frontlines and fight. That doesn't apply that he sits back and does nothing if someone is threatened or attacked whilst he is watching but it means that he never goes for the death blow. If both of you get in danger and you happen to be someone who relies more on offense then Chopper is always prepared to take care of your injuries when the fight is over. It's not necessarily a good idea to have Chopper around you if you are a strong fighter as he despises to see you get hurt so if you fight a difficult battle and get injured a lot then Chopper starts bawling his eyes out, absolutely terrified for your life. The poor pal even falls asleep on your stomach when the fights are over and you are left to be treated by him, afraid that something might happen to you otherwise if he would leave you alone in your room. Occasionally he overdoes his treatment though which ends in you looking like a mummy.

🩺​I'm starting to sound very repetitive but assuming that you are already a part of the Straw Hat Pirates then it is very unlikely that you're going to leave the crew anytime soon. The closest we could come to an abduction, and I'm using that term with Chopper very lightly, is when you are still recovering from a major battle and Chopper insists for you to stay in bed and to not move too much. The moment he sees you walking around, covered in bandages, he starts shouting in horror and rushes over to you, hopping up to grab your hand and drag you back into bed. It is possible though for Chopper to form a strong attachment to you even if you aren't part of the crew but are someone the Straw Hats spend a lot of time with on an island. That is when the situation would get a bit complicated though because then he wouldn't want to leave the island without you. That's when he starts being almost a little Luffy as he follows behind you and tries to convince you to join them, telling you about all the adventures they have had and people they have met. Oh, he's going to be on the floor in tears if you refuse and I have a feeling that his crew may get slightly protective of him and step in for him.

🩺​Fun fact, the reason why Chopper starts collecting cute band-aids and coloured bandages is because the sight of you after a huge battle covered in nothing but white is far too jarring for him. So in any silly attempts to make everything appear a little less serious he starts using brighter colours to hopefully cheer you up a bit. Not everyone on the Straw Hat crew is too thrilled with those changes though, especially Zoro. The swordsman straight-up refuses to be treated only to be threatened by Robin, Nami and you to get over his ego and let himself be treated by Chopper. When Chopper is in his little form he often wants to be lifted up and he likes it especially when you put him on your shoulders and walk around with him like this. Considering that he has a major sweet tooth, you are forced to let Sanji cook some vegetables for him at times. God, the look of betrayal on his face never stops being amusing as you sit down with him and force him to eat his vegetables. There are traditions that develop over time and that Chopper highly values such as always getting a goodnight kiss on the head from you when everyone goes to sleep.

Nico Robin

🌸​She is the most mature person within the entire crew and that definitely is reflected within her obsession. Very differently from how most other Straw Hats would approach their obsession, Robin actually sits back and observes. That’s it and that’s all she does for a very long time. Her blue eyes follow you around when you are on deck and even when the both of you converse you can never quite shake off the feeling that she is looking at you very much like she would look at the ancient writings left behind on faraway islands. But that is indeed what she is doing and not just a mere fragment of your imagination. Robin is actively trying to decipher you and she manages to do so quite efficiently. Mature she is indeed but she is still somewhat creepy with her dark humor and somewhat morbid imagination at times and that is something that people tend to forget about her. She is an archaeologist and she studies you very intently. Her Devil Fruit is a cheat code in all of this as she can essentially watch you and listen to you all of the time. Robin would lie if she were to ever claim that she in fact hasn’t sprouted some ears or an eye within your room a few times.

🌸​Subtle manipulation is a way to go for her and quite honestly, it probably works. After all she has gone through a lot and is one of the most knowledgeable people within the entire crew so you wouldn’t be wrong in trusting her advices and words. There is never any harm intended in her words but if you belong to the reckless type of people on the crew she would be more inclined to figuratively try to slow you down a tad bit more and have you actually think before you act. A little bit of doubt is never wrong after all. Her arguably strongest trait is her being overprotective and one look into her part reveals very clearly why she feels that way. Robin has lost her entire island and has spent 20 years of her life running and hiding before she joined the Straw Hat Pirates. Every new island brings with it new dangers and she becomes increasingly aware of that and ever so subtly that ends in her tightening her hold around you. She can’t afford to lose more people than she has already lost and that is why she increases her manipulation in the first place, every word chosen carefully and spoken casually so you don’t suspect anything. There is no shame after all in participating at the sidelines at times.

🌸​Her serenity is far more horrifying than one could imagine. Once again I want to remind you though that this woman casually jokes about gruesome deaths so there’s that. Now, in itself Robin regulates her feelings far more effectively than many of the other Straw Hats. She hasn’t gone through all the hardships in her life only to be emotionally unstable as that was something she couldn’t afford. She always had to remain tactical. Yet something that she was also taught during that grim period of her life was that she couldn’t trust anybody and always had to look over her shoulder. Sometimes that distrust shows itself when the both of you are around other people. She is polite but that shouldn’t be mistaken with niceness. This is a common error that people make though which leads to an unpleasant turn of events when they assume that they can flirt with you without any worries. Similar to Nami Robin doesn’t accept it when people ignore that both of you are in a relationship as she is swift to correct such disrespect without raising her voice or losing her smile even when she makes some disturbing jokes or pins someone down using her Devil Fruit.

🌸​Honestly, I am convinced that she has had a kill count before meeting the Straw Hats. Forced up to grow in a ruthless environment forces one often to be ruthless in return. She hasn’t gone through met good people now but in her past she has met just as many horrible people and not everyone deserves forgiveness. She is fair but she also knows when to be hard so she is probably on a more willing side to murder people when it comes to you. And once again her Devil Fruit makes her an absolutely terrifying opponent because she can do some proper body horror with her abilities. There’s always that air of efficiency and calmness around her though even as she snaps someone’s neck. Throughout her life she has witnessed enough needless slaughter and cruelty and she does not indulge in such barbaric behavior. No, she finishes a job quick but thorough and that counts for the act of murder just as it does with the tasks that she does in her daily life. Most terrifying of it all is that she always acts so nonchalantly about it afterwards which is always a grim reminder for you that she has been desensitised to such acts as a result of the life that she has led before joining Luffy.

🌸​The point of no return in case you are also part of the Straw Hats is when you receive your first bounty poster. That is going to be the point where you are somewhat stuck as your face is known to the public by that point and your bounty would definitely draw bounty hunters to go for you if you were to ever leave the crew. Still, if Robin catches you sometimes falling into doubts she is usually swift to remind you that you wouldn’t be able to live a proper normal life anymore, even sharing bits of her own past to remind you that you wouldn’t be able to trust anyone fully. Her falling for someone who isn’t a member of the Straw Hat Pirates is something that I personally see as somewhat more tricky as Robin is the type of person who requires a lot of personal bonding with someone for her to start feeling something more for them. 20 years of being betrayed and hunted down still have left their traces after all she whilst she has learnt to rely on others by now, falling in love demands a special kind of trust that she hasn’t given to anyone before. In fact this is an unfamiliar territory for her. Why do you think she always tries to analyse you all the time? Because she needs to understand.

🌸​Once you are in her heart though, Robin won’t let go of you. I guess in that regard she is kind of possessive though age usually hides it well behind her composed expression and calm voice. She makes you feel stupid at times with all of the things that she knows, especially when you say something wrong and she immediately corrects you about it. If the both of you are teamed up on an island and explore together you are often treated like a child that is about to get lost if not for her. She constantly uses her Devil Fruit powers to guide you back before you get lost or even traps you if you’re about to be reckless and so your own thing, reminding you that you are supposed to stay with her and the rest of the group. There’s something quite obsessive about her fascination with every little quirk that you do. In fact she actually starts a small diary where she writes down everyday some interesting facts or things that she noticed whilst observing you. Her gaze is generally something that you often find on yourself when you turn around. As graceful as she is, she has a creepy side to her and you can’t help but think that some of the comments that she says to you are there to let you know that.

Franky

🔨​There’s nothing quite as super as you in Franky’s eyes. Love blinds after all and nothing shines as bright as you do in his eyes. Romance aside, you cannot count on Franky being all too aware of his own obsession with you. No, it’s all glory and glamour in his eyes as he fails to ever realise the extent of his unhealthy feelings for you. Anyone within a radius of five miles will probably be able to hear him clamoring his confessions of love as Franky goes about courting you like he goes about most things in his life. Over the top and extra. The whole world should know about his super hot babe and you can bet that gorgeous ass of yours that he will let them all know. Doesn’t sound too harmless initially until you slowly notice that Franky just doesn’t know when to quit or how to stop. Blame that delusional brain of his for that as any rejection you give him goes into one ear and flies right out of the other. Such is the bliss of a man too blind to see the otherwise uncool truth that would only break his heart and dream. And so he continues with it all, fueled by the belief that one day you will understand. Quitting is only for losers after all.

🔨​There’s a good slice of a more obsessive side behind all that shiny metal and quirky inventions that he has added to his own body during the two years worth of training. It’s his skills of building and creating such amazing inventions that do give him an advantage as he can come up with all sorts of machines and devices that can be of great assistance for his pursuit. One of the earliest things that you receive is a tracker which Franky presents as a gift for you. Whilst he doesn’t use it too often it does ease his mind to know that he can always know of your location if an emergency should happen. Similar to Usopp, Franky often finds himself building you stuff when he hears that there is a problem that you have and that he can solve. Instead of inventing something small and practical in typical Franky style he ends up overdoing it and builds so many extra stuff and functions in that it becomes something else entirely then what your initial issue was. You greatly scratch at his pride though when you tell him that you don’t need all the other functions which often ends in quite a bit of a discussion where you eventually have to give in as Franky beats you on the stubborn level.

🔨​He’s pretty cool with a lot of people as Franky has little to no shame nor shyness. Walking around all of your life in nothing but underwear will do that to you I assume. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing though, it has given Franky the ability to be very open and honest when he is feeling jealous. To a certain degree he doesn’t mind when others flirt with you. After all you are one smoking hot woman so obviously everyone would want a piece of you and it makes him proud to know that he’s your boyfriend whenever he hears the compliments. The moment someone gets too close though or starts suggesting stuff is the moment Franky steps in. All loud and super as always as he wraps one huge arm over your chest and pulls you closer to his side and declares proudly that he’s glad to hear that people agree with him that you, his girlfriend, are hotter than a desert. It’s the full package then as he calls you by all the nicknames, starts complementing you himself and starts smooching you all across the face. All that whilst continuing to be so energetic yet still confrontational until the person is visibly uncomfortable and doesn’t know how to act.

🔨​Even if you have a Devil Fruit or use a special weapon or Haki, Franky still conjures up another device that you can use in a fight. Considering his style I’d like to imagine that he gives you something like miniature missiles which you can fire at opponents when things get tricky. Still, Franky lets you handle yourself outside and during any major conflicts and fights that the Straw Hat Pirates go through as he has trust in you. As long as you carry the object with the hidden tracker he also always can find out where you currently are if things start taking a turn for the worse. In case that the situation should get dangerous he might just come over and pick you up with his robot, offering as much protection as he possibly can. As enemies get progressively stronger I can imagine him building stronger devices to defend himself and to protect you which might lead to him blowing someone up as a result of overusing the new invention. Otherwise I don’t see Franky really being overly violent and bloody. Technically others would be scared of him as he is a huge cyborg so an average human should by all accounts be intimidated by him even if he isn’t even trying to be scary.

🔨​Probably more likely to fall in love with you even if you aren’t a permanent part of the crew when he initially gets to know you. Franky wears his heart much more openly on his sleeves in comparison to some of the other Straw Hats and that enables him to form an obsession with someone who the crew might not have known for too long. Prepare yourself for his loud voice following you around from that day on all to talk you into joining the Straw Hats when the time gets closer for them to part for the next leg of their journey. Do not even expect him to ever stop being persistent as he is pushed by his delusional tendencies once more that if he just pushes through and stays determined, he will eventually reach his goal. Even then he would somehow end up using a tracker to always know if your current whereabouts, especially if you stay on the island he first met you at. Obviously being already part of the Straw Hats makes things a heck lot easier as then he always has you within arms reach and can simply find you when he wants to see you. With all of his different inventions that he builds specifically for you he also always has in mind to keep you happy on the Thousand Sunny.

🔨​It’s obvious that you are favored amongst the crew with all the things that Franky keeps on adding to your private room whenever you complain about something. He sees it as a little challenge of some sort, to see how efficiently and how fast he can build something to solve the issue that you currently have. On paper Franky is not even that intense nor restricting as some others but I feel like it is very easy for you to get overwhelmed by him, especially if you’re on the loud and introverted side. Franky is the complete opposite after all, exuberant and all in your face. It’s possible that you find yourself often giving in to his requests and wishes simple because you don’t have the energy to argue back at him. Franky is partially at fault too for not considering that this might be a possibility as that is a problem most delusional Yandere have. It probably needs someone like Robin or Sanji to make the suggestion to him for him to actually take a reflecting step back and ask you. Whenever there is a special event, be that your birthday or your anniversary, Franky goes all out. Fireworks, cannons firing confetti and so much other stuff-one big spectacle essentially.

Brook

🎻​Brook is a strange man. He is not that far away from pushing a 100 years yet he is very much in tune with the chaotic and ridiculous antics that the Straw Hats have going on. Having spent decades all alone though, Brook is quite determined to bring you as much joy and laughter as possible. In that aspect he is quite overprotective for as soon as he spots with his eyes that you are sad, he is already there with his music instrument to cheer you up…. Although he has no eyeballs. Those antics tend to be somewhat annoying at times, especially when you actually need time to digest work your feelings out instead of brushing them off in favor of entertainment. Initially you expect Brook to not understand your needs yet surprisingly he apologises and excuses himself. He gives you space yet he still looks after you from a distance. Such small moments help you to remember that he is in fact the oldest person on this crew even though he is not always acting like this. Well, perhaps he just doesn’t want to behave like an old man now that he can afford to be silly again. He has spent about 50 years being closer to being dead than alive after all… Technically he is.

🎻​You are going to be younger than him as long as you are a human and the younger you are, the more protective he is going to be. Brook never really had any children or grandchildren but he wonders if this is what it would feel like if he would have had any. Yes, he is aware that he can come across as very unserious at times but there are still little bits of wisdom that he can give you, experiences from his own life that he tells you so that you may know better. Such fleeting moments where he dwells in memories are important if you can learn something out of it but he never gets stuck in the past for too long for he wants to live his new life to its fullest and doesn’t want you to feel the pain of old scars that are still in his heart… Although he doesn’t have a heart. Brook is usually not to restricting as the philosophy of living one’s life to its fullest includes your own. There are his moments though, especially when there is something that has spooked him or if it’s obvious that the current situation the crew is in starts to get risky. In such moments he usually makes sure that you stay within his vision, the unease in the air even if he tries to ease the tension with some bone jokes.

🎻​As he takes on the role of a father/grandfather figure, he would most likely feel left out when he realises just how old he is and how much he has missed during his 50 years drifting aimlessly through the inescapable fog. New inventions that did not exist during his times, stars that rose to fame and criminals and pirates that have become greatly feared all whilst he searched for his deceased body. Brook hates feeling left out like this as he understands yet simultaneously doesn’t understand the words that you are saying. So in order to understand so that he may laugh with you and react with you, he is quick to step in as he tilts his body in an unnatural way and cuts into the conversation you’re currently having. May you let him in on what you’re currently telling? There’s always going to be at least one person screaming in horror when they see a walking and talking skeleton, often ending with Brook screaming back in horror as he nearly has a heart attack… Well, actually that isn’t possible since he doesn’t have one. Still, he gets scared too and later on he feels sad that people get so frightened when seeing him which leads to you having to cheer him up.

🎻​He would probably be a bit of a helicopter parent if you would ever start developing a romantic interest in someone or vice versa. It is silly considering that you may already be an adult during the journey yet he can’t help it. He’s not outright hostile but he asks a lot of questions, especially if the person in question is around and with every one he leans a bit closer in an unnatural angle. Someone of the crew is going to be a victim of a dramatic speech during such hard times for him as he muses where the good times have gone of you being so small and innocent. He usually avoids people who bluntly tell him that it hasn’t even been that long since he met you. Precious memories were made, okay?! On a battlefield Brook keeps an eye out for you but he isn’t outright interfering with your fights. Everyone has been training for 2 years and got stronger, you included. That deserves respect. Respect that Brook intends to give you yet he is always ready to jump in if things get too difficult for you. It’s likely that if your life is in serious danger that the old man gets serious. He has been given a second chance and this time he is going to defend his family.

🎻​Brook is quick to bond with people, his non-existent heart bigger than even those of the living. Forming a bond with him isn’t difficult but for him to form a father/grandfather-daughter/granddaughter relationship with him requires either more time or shared experiences of fighting a difficult battle together. He’d be quick to suggest to Luffy that you would make a good addition to the crew and would be even quicker to ask you if you would be interested in joining. You cannot expect him to let you go after you decline his offer. In fact Brook is actually going to be a stalker for a little while, following you around and trying to change your mind. He nearly caused your heart to stop when you walked home late at night one time only to turn around when you felt a bony hand on your shoulder to stare into the holes where his eyeballs used to be. He has learnt his lesson after that accident and always announces his presence from that day on when he approaches you behind at night. If you have been part of the crew before he even joined then such efforts and worries would obviously not be made unless he would have the sneaking suspicion that you want to leave.

🎻​His age sometimes catches up to him whenever you excitedly tell him about something that was invented after his time and all he can do is nod as he lacks any content. In such moments he really feels it in his bones that a lot of time has passed indeed. Ha, you get it? In his bones? Moving on though, he would probably learn your favorite songs and play them on his violin or guitar for you. Whatever music genre you really prefer as he is a confirmed rockstar and for that knows how to play and sing. That’s probably one of his proudest achievements that he often likes to talk to you about after everyone reunites. If you confess to him that you didn’t witness any of it as you were busy training he would be quite literally on his knees for a few moments due to the shock and disappointment. Brook doesn’t demand for you to spend all your time with him but if he wants to spend time with you then he plans to go through with that, especially after big events like Whole Cake Island or Wano. If you have something else to do that isn’t of urgent business though, Brook isn’t above using the pity card on you to make you feel guilty and cause you to ultimately agree to go with him.

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୨୧ ˗ˏˋ OTAKU HOT GIRL ! | suguru & satoru x yn “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass.” ꒰ 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑠 ! ꒱ this is me being delusional srry, but thinkin ab gojo & geto fucking tall, curvy! reader after she begs them to watch her favorite anime with her . . like ugh rn. also forgive me if this is pure degeneracy. i was bein a horn dog n’ there’s no plot rlly :/ inspired by the one n only stallion ofc, we luv u mama

꒰ 𝑛𝑠𝑓𝑤 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ꒱ : blk fem reader, uses she/her pronouns, usage of pet names like cocksleeve, love, baby, babe, sweetheart, etc. positions included such as doggystyle, double pen, themes such as choking, bratty reader, dom! satoru & suguru, rough sex ??, oral fem recieve, oral male receive, dirty talk, mentions of a size kink, lots n lots of cum, mmm yum so gross — 5.3𝑲 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

“hurry up, boys! m’ gonna’ be mad if you miss the intro. it ruins the whole experience of watching for the first time!”

“we’re comin’, woman. calm down.”

both satoru and suguru scurry around in your shared kitchen, gathering the rest of whatever horrid snack combinations they could find before jogging lightly to make their way over to you on the couch. with your feet positioned criss-crossed n’ a warm bowl of popcorn sizzling down in your lap, the only thing really missing were the two imbeciles of men you mistakenly decided to roommate with around a year or two ago.

you roll your eyes fondly as satoru and suguru finally plop down on either side of you, their arms laden with an assortment of junk food. satoru’s got a family-sized bag of cool ranch doritos tucked under one arm and a jar of peanut butter in the other hand, while suguru’s juggling a pack of oreos, a can of whipped cream, and what looks suspiciously like . . ew, a jar of pickles. what?

“are y’all for real right now?” you laugh, eyeing their haul with a mix of amusement and disgust. “ we’re about to watch anime, not enter a county fair eating contest.”

“hey, don't knock it til’ you’ve tried it,” satoru grins, ripping open the doritos and the peanut butter simultaneously. his gaze dips briefly to your chest, taking in the way your soft pink lace cami clings to your curves. “besides, we’ve gotta’ fuel up. you said this show is, and i quote, ‘a cultural reset that will redefine our understanding of feminism and body positivity in media.’ i don’t know man, that sounds intense.”

suguru snorts, unscrewing the oreo package. his eyes briefly lingering on the bare expanse of your thighs, the flimsy matching shorts riding high as you curl your legs underneath you. “pretty sure she just meant it’s got a lot of ass shakin’ and women empowerment. still, sounds pretty lovely.”

you chuck a kernel of popcorn at his head, giggling when it bounces off his nose. “excuse you, that’s a very tiny observation of ‘megan - sama : twerk hero for a new generation.’ s’ a journey of a woman’s adventure to self-love and confidence in a world that constantly tries to tear her down. she uses her sexuality as a form of power. she like, challenges the male gaze and double standards with, well . . every clap of her ass.”

satoru blinks at you, a glob of peanut butter sliding off the dorito he’s holding halfway to his mouth. “that . . was surprisingly deep, yn.”

“mmm, that's our girl,” suguru says proudly, throwing an arm around your shoulders. his fingers skimming over your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. “beautiful, brilliant, and able to find meaning in the most unlikely places. like a twerking anime.”

you elbow him playfully in the ribs, warmth blooming in your chest at the casual praise even as heat prickles across your skin at the contact. “you’re jokin’ but m’ serious,” you whine, “it celebrates a body type that’s so often shamed and or fetishized, like i dunno’ . . she faces some of the worst - but she never gives up, and that self-love is what ultimately gives her the strength to change the world around her in the end . .” you keep gushing, waxing poetic about megan’s badassery and the show’s powerful message. the boys listen attentively, nodding along, but you don't miss the way their gazes keep drifting south, tracing your figure with barely-concealed appreciation.

you hated to go on your fourth tangent of the week right now, but god, representation really did matter. it was practically rare to see your body type in entertainment — let alone that exact body type standing at a whopping 5’10. this was . . like you said, a real cultural reset.

a comfortable silence then settles as they finish taking it in, the low murmur of the anime’s opening theme — otaku hot girl, now filling the room. you sneak a glance at satoru out of the corner of your eye, surprised to find him looking thoughtful rather than skeptical like any other guy your age would.

“i can dig it,” satoru says slowly, popping a peanut butter dorito into his mouth. “more representation of different body types in media, s’ important. and i mean, objectively speaking . . .” he rakes his eyes over your form, lingering on the swell of your hips and ass. “i like a tall woman with a nice, big ass. ain't nothin’ wrong with a little extra somethin' to hold onto, y’know?”

you raise a brow, something playfully bold and a little reckless brewing in your chest. “is that so? didn’t know y’liked your girls thick, gojo.”

satoru swallows, adam's apple bobbing as his gaze snaps to yours. “no, yn. i love, my girls thick,” he says, voice pitched low. “well that and, exploring your sexuality n’ confidence in general is jus’ sexy . . as hell.”

“hmmm, i see. getou?” you turn to suguru, head cocked. “any thoughts?”

suguru’s smile is slow and devastating, dark promise in his eyes. “he’s not wrong. m’ sure you know that though. body like . . yours, s’the kinda canvas i could spend hours worshipping. takes an incel to not appreciate it, honestly.”

“oh please. all that bravado, but i can’t you couldn’t handle me even if you tried.” you shimmy your shoulders, drawing attention to the truly tremendous amount of cleavage your cami isn't concealing. “you'd probably bust in your boxers if you so much as touched this ass. thank youuu.”

but even as you say that with all the confidence in the world, you can’t help but to think . . ‘what if?’ what if they could? what if you were talkin’ straight out of your ass right now just to have it be thrown in your face later on? — no, never, couldn’t be.

and later on, as the end credits of the final episode roll, you stretch languidly, you’d forgotten about the thought, feeling pleasantly buzzed from two pretty drinks the three of you had earlier and the easy camaraderie of the night. satoru and suguru have been the perfect viewing companions, cracking jokes and providing commentary that had you in stitches more often than not.

but all in all, underneath the lighthearted banter, you can feel something else tiptoeing - a tension, an electricity that’s been building all night. it’s in the way satoru’s gaze lingers on the curve of your throat as you tip your head back to laugh. it’s in the heat of suguru’s palm on your knee, his thumb rubbing absent circles that inch higher and higher with each passing minute.

“so . .” satoru drawls as the autoplay timer counts down to the next season. “that was . . actually enlightening annnd i just followed megan on instagram. so, when will she be mine?”

“mhmm, told you,” you laugh, feeling loose and languid from the warmth of the alcohol in your veins and the solid press of their bodies on either side of you. “and i dunno, join the club. she’s a fuckin’ queen. knows what she wants and goes for it, she’s inspirational, and an overall bad bitch, duh — i want her too.”

“kinda like someone else we know,” suguru muses, a sly curl to his lips as he turns to face you. his eyes are dark, heated in a way that makes your breath catch. “ain’t that right, yn?”

you swallow, pulse picking up speed as you meet his loaded gaze. “oh? and who might that be?”

“you,” satoru says bluntly, shifting to angle his body towards you as well. the movement brings him close enough that you can feel the heat radiating off of him, the firm press of his muscular thigh against yours. “talkin’ all that shit earlier, bout’ how we couldn’t handle you. you think that, babe?”

oh . . so maybe you were wrong.

and they had planned on it proving that to you.

there’s a challenge in his tone, a dare that sends a frisson of anticipation skittering down your spine. you lick your lips, noting with a thrill how both their gazes zero in on the movement, “maybe i did,” you say, pitching your voice low and breathy. “what’re you gonna’ do about it?”

suguru makes a rough sound in the back of his throat, fingers flexing on your knee. “oh, well since you asked . . we can give a little demo - show you exactly what we’re gonna’ do about it. ain’t that right, satoru?”

“damn straight,” satoru growls, a wicked gleam in his eye. “whaddaya’ say, sweet thing? why don’t you go ahead n’ show us what makes you a hot girl, yn?” he finishes.

heart pounding, skin prickling with goosebumps, you lift your chin in clear provocation. “tch, whatever. bring it on then, bitches. show me what you’ve got.”

of course you’d challenge them. why wouldn’t you? you quite literally had the power of god and megan on your side.

twin groans meet your bold words, suguru’s hand tightening convulsively on your leg as satoru’s eyes blaze with intent. “don’t mind if we do,” satoru rasps, voice gone low and gravelly with want. “been fuckin’ gagging for it all night, watchin’ you all curled up and cozy in this tiny ass pajama set, lookin’ good enough to eat . .”

“gonna’ fuckin’ devour you,” suguru vows, already shifting to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along the column of your throat. “gonna’ put this bratty little mouth to good use, fuck, been dyin’ to feel these pretty lips wrapped around my dick.”

you moan, head tipping back to grant him better access even as your hands come up to fist in satoru’s hair, dragging him down for a filthy, biting kiss. he groans into your mouth, licking past the seam of your lips to tangle his tongue with yours, one large hand palming roughly at your breast through the flimsy lace of your cami.

“fuckin’ tease,” he pants when you break apart for air, fingers already working at the tiny buttons holding the top closed. “prancin’ around in this scrap of nothin’ all night, like a slut. y’knew we wouldn’t be able to stop thinkin’ about you, baby.”

“why don’t you tell me?” you breathe, emboldened by the blatant need in their faces, the desperate flex of their hands on your body. “c’mon, boys, use your words. what’ve you been thinkin’ about doin’ to me all night, huh? how’re you gonna’ shut me up, put me in my place?”

“jesus fuckin’ christ,” suguru swears feelingly, wrenching himself away from your neck to stare at you with wild, hungry eyes. “keep talkin’ like that and i’m gonna lose it, i swear.”

“then lose it,” you purr, hooking a leg over his hip and using the leverage to grind yourself against his straining erection. he hisses, hips rocking forward to press the thick line of his cock harder against your aching center. “c’mon, sugu baby, show me how bad you want it. show me exactly what this bratty little tease does to you.”

“fuck, you fuckin’ - get her naked,” suguru snarls to satoru, already fumbling with the tie of your shorts. “fuckin’ get her naked right goddamn now, i can’t - i gotta’ taste her, gotta’ get my mouth on this sweet cunt before i fucking explode . .”

satoru doesn't waste any time, practically ripping your cami open in his haste to get at your bared tits. you cry out sharply as he latches onto one straining nipple, suckling hard and grazing the sensitized bud with his teeth. “oh fuck, oh god, yes!”

your shorts and panties are yanked down your legs, the sudden rush of cool air on your heated flesh making you gasp. and then suguru is shouldering past satoru to find his way between your thighs, pushing them open wide and burying his face in your dripping cunt with a guttural moan of satisfaction, “i call first,” he mumbles into your pussy.

satoru scoffs an agitated, “not fair, but whatever,” and you can’t help but to giggle at the sheer fact that they were quite literally bickering over who was gonna’ eat your pussy first.

“shut the fuck up — ”

“aht, aht! hey, all my munches get along so . . y’all about to argue all day or what?” you mutter, and as if they were being scolded back in their early sourcerer days - they hush, and then, “holy shit!” you whimper, back arching clear off the couch as suguru goes to town, licking and suckling at your clit like a man starved. “o-oh my god, sugu, you’re s’good . .”

“mm, y’like that, sweetheart?” satoru husks, sucking and then pulling off your nipple with a lewd pop. his hand palms roughly at your other breast, plucking at the stiff peak, drawing high, breathy cries from your throat. “like the way he eats this pretty pussy, fucks you with his tongue? gonna’ make you cum so hard you scream, baby, gonna’ make you fucking flood his mouth.”

“y-yes,” you gasp, fisting your hands in both their hair as suguru goes even harder, slipping two fingers into your clenching hole and pumping them in time with the relentless suction of his lips around your throbbing clit. “yes, fuck, m’gonna cum already, gonna’ come on your face sugu, please, fuck, m’ so close . .”

“that's it,” satoru coaxes, pinching your nipple viciously, making you yelp. “give it up, yn, fucking come for us like a good girl, wanna hear you scream . .”

suguru crooks his fingers just right, rubbing mercilessly against the spot that makes stars explode behind your eyelids, and you shatter with a raw sob of their names. your cunt clamps down vise-tight on his thrusting digits as you gush around them, release flooding his chin and dripping down his wrist.

he works you through the aftershocks with hitching praises and soft kitten licks, only pulling away when you start twitching from oversensitivity. he rocks back onto his heels, wiping and licking around his mouth with the back of his hand and tongue, eyes hazy and satisfied as he takes in your wrecked, limp form. “fuckin’ gorgeous,” he slurs, words edged with wonder. “shit - look at you, jesus, all fucked out and dripping just from my mouth. i told you i could spend hours between these thighs, baby, i wasnt lyin’.”

“h-hours, huh?” you manage, breath still coming in shuddery gasps. “that mean you’re done with me already, sugu?”

his eyes sharpen, a predatory curl to his lips that sends a bolt of heat straight to your core. “not even close, pretty girl. m’ jus’ gettin’ warmed up.”

“why don’t you let her catch her breath,” satoru suggests, something dark and intent in his gaze as his eyes rove over your naked, trembling body. he palms his cock through his sweats, hissing at the contact. “still gotta put that mouth to work, remember?”

your cunt clenches weakly at the implication, arousal already starting to rekindle in your veins. “gimmie’ a minute to recover and i’ll put it to work all night long,” you promise, licking your lips. “wanna’ choke on it, toru. want you to fuck my throat . . please.”

“jesus, fuck, you’re so nasty,” satoru groans, fisting a hand in your hair and dragging you up for a brief, brutal kiss. “gonna’ wreck you, baby. gonna’ fuckin’ ruin you for anyone else, mark you up inside n’ out until all you can think about is us, all you can feel is us stretching that hungry little pussy wide . .”

“oh please,” you whimper, already halfway there just from their words, their roving hands, the hot press of their bodies caging you in on either side. “god, please, i want it — fuck me stupid, i don’t care.”

“and we will,” suguru vows, fingers dipping back between your legs to circle your slick, twitching entrance. “gonna’ pump you so full of cum, baby, shit, gonna fuckin’ breed this cunt.” you keen high in your throat, the images they’re painting sending heat licking through your veins like wildfire. you want it, want them, with an intensity that’s scarce.

“so what’re you waiting for?” you rasp, disentangling yourself from their groping hands to shimmy off the couch and drop to your knees between their splayed thighs. you rest your palms high on their legs, thumbs teasing at the straining bulges tenting their sweats. “i believe i was promised a face fucking . . and y’know i hate broken promises. don’t make me beg.”

“brat,” satoru husks, eyes practically black with lust as he lifts his hips so you can tug his pants down his thighs. his cock springs free, thick and ruddy and leaking at the tip, and your mouth waters at the sight. “let’s see how cocky you are with your mouth full. won’t be able to sass when you’re chokin’ on dick.”

“choking? you promise, daddy?” you purr, shuffling closer on your knees, hands running teasingly up and down their thighs. suguru makes a strangled noise, hands clenching into fists at his sides like it’s taking everything in him not to grab you.

“open,” satoru demands hoarsely. “open that smart fucking mouth. lemme’ feed you.” you part your lips obediently, tongue darting out to swipe at the swollen head of his dick. he jerks like he’s been electrocuted, a guttural moan punching out of his chest as you proceed to lave at his cock like an ice cream cone, all kittenish licks and teasing flicks that have him cursing up a storm above you.

“gonna’ kill me,” he grits out, hips flexing like it's taking everything he has to keep from fucking up into your mouth. “yn, jesus, quit teasing and suck it, shit — suck it baby, please . .” deciding to put him out of his misery, you open wide and sink down, relaxing your throat to take him as deep as you can. he shouts, hands flying to your hair as you set up a steady rhythm, bobbing and sucking and swirling your tongue until he’s leaking a steady stream of precum down your throat.

suguru is panting harshly on your other side, fisting his own cock with short, rough strokes as he watches you work over satoru. “look so fuckin’ pretty with a dick in your mouth,” he praises raspily, thumb collecting the bead of moisture at his tip and reaching down to smear it across your lips where they're stretched wide around satoru. “made to be a fuckin’ eater, weren’t you sweetheart? made for us, made to take what you’re given, aren’t you?”

you whimper around your mouthful, the degradation making your cunt clench up hard. you redouble your efforts, relaxing your throat and sinking down until satoru’s cock is nudging the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his pelvis.

“holy fucking shit,” he wheezes, fingers tightening in your hair to hold you there. “oh my god, oh fuck, your fucking throat, m'gonna come, gonna come right down your slutty little neck . .”

“do it,” suguru growls, hand still fisting his own cock, the wet slap of skin on skin obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room. “feed her that load, man, fucking paint her throat, make her gag.”

satoru cums with a hoarse shout, cock pulsing on your tongue as he empties himself down your throat. you swallow it all, working your tongue along the throbbing underside to draw out every last drop until he's shaking and pushing you off with an overwhelmed grunt. and you pull off with a gasp, lips swollen and spit-slick, chin wet with drool and the remnants of his release. before you can even catch your breath, suguru is grabbing you by the hair and dragging you over to his waiting cock, the head an angry purple and weeping steadily.

“looks like s’ my turn now, hm?” he grits out, tracing the seam of your lips with his cock, smearing the slickness around like obscene lipgloss. “back open, c’mon.”

you let your jaw drop wide once again, and then he’s pushing in, stretching your lips wide around his girth as he feeds you every thick, throbbing inch. he sets a punishing pace from the start, one hand cupped under your chin to feel his cock moving in your throat as the other winds tight in your hair, holding you still for his thrusts.

“oh fuck yeah,” he rasps, eyes fever-bright as he stares down at you, taking in your glazed eyes and drool-slick chin, the vulgar bulge of your throat. “takin’ it like a champ aren’t ya’? so pretty like this, baby. y’like it, like daddy’s cock buried in your throat like this?” you moan around him, looking up at him through your lashes as you hollow your cheeks and suck viciously — vacuum technique doing absolute wonders by the looks of it. he curses, rhythm faltering as his cock throbs warningly against your tongue.

satoru is suddenly there, pressing up against your back, arms banding around your waist as clever fingers find your aching nipples and pluck at them roughly. “your face is so pretty,” he husks in your ear, stubble rasping against your neck as he mouths at your throat. “it’ll look even prettier painted . . c’mon make him cum, you’ve earned it.”

the filthy words combined with the sharp mix of pleasure pain of his fingers on your nipples has you shuddering, cunt clenching down on nothing as a bolt of heat sizzles up your spine. suguru’s is close, you can tell by the way his thrusts are going erratic, his cock pulsing faster against your tongue.

“f-fuck, oh fuck, m’gonna cum,” he warns, high and tight, hips snapping forward once, twice more before he's pulling out abruptly, fisting his cock with desperate strokes. “open your mouth, fuck, stick out your tongue baby, wanna’ see it, fuckin’ shit!”

you obey mindlessly, tipping your face up and extending your tongue, a lewd, pornographic presentation. suguru loses it at the sight, shouting brokenly as his orgasm crashes over him, cock jerking in his grip as he paints your face with ropey streams of pearlescent white.

you moan shakily, back arching as some of his release hits your waiting tongue, the salty-musk taste of him flooding your senses. you feel debauched, utterly wrecked and still desperately turned on, your cunt a throbbing mess of need between your legs.

“holy shit!” suguru pants, slumping back against the couch, chest heaving. he takes in your cum - streaked face, the way you’re panting and squirming, still perched on your knees between them. “you’re a fuckin' vision, you know that? prettiest thing i’ve ever seen, all messy and marked up, fuck.”

“mmm, but she’s not finished though, are you baby?” satoru purrs, fingers drifting down to tease through your soaked folds, making you gasp and buck your hips. “look, she’s still hungry for it, so ready for more like the insatiable little slut you are. tell us what you need, sweetheart. tell us how you want us to wreck this pussy.”

“both of you,” you manage, voice a needy rasp. you reach down to circle your swollen clit, putting on a show for them. “want both you in me, filling me up t-til’ i can’t fuckin’ take it.”

“fuck,” satoru swears emphatically, cock already twitching with renewed interest. “yeah baby, we can do that, no problem. so sorry if we make you cry.”

“we gotta’ get her on the bed,” susguru demands, pulling you up and herding you towards satoru’s room. “need you spread out for us, wanna’ wreck you properly.”

you go willingly, eagerly, practically trembling with anticipation as they usher you into the bedroom, tearing their clothes off as they go. they descend upon you like men starved as soon as your back hits the mattress, hands and mouths roving over every inch of bared skin until you're writhing and keening beneath their attentions.

suguru pushes your thighs open and buries his face between them, groaning at the taste of your arousal. he licks into you like a man dying of thirst, tongue delving deep and curling just right to make you see stars. “fuckin’ drenched,” he mutters, pulling back just enough to circle your entrance with one long finger, gathering the slickness. “absolutely soaked for it, aren't you baby? dripping for our cocks, greedy little pussy desperate to be stuffed full.”

“please,” you whimper, back arching as he pushes two fingers knuckle-deep, pumping them lazily. “oh fuck, g-getou, more, need more!”

“ive got you,” satoru rasps, rolling on a condom and slicking himself up with lube. he shifts up the bed until he’s bracketing your head with his knees, the thick jut of his cock bobbing mere inches from your face. “gonna’ give this filthy mouth something to do while sugu opens up your hungry cunt, yeah? gonna’ fuck your throat while he fingers you sloppy, get you nice and ready for us both.”

you open eagerly for him, relaxing your jaw as he feeds his cock past your lips. he groans at the wet heat of your mouth, at the way you hollow your cheeks and suck, working your tongue along the throbbing underside.

“there you go,” he praises roughly, grabbing a handful of your hair and giving a shallow thrust. “just like that baby, fuck, feel like heaven around my dick . .”

you moan around him as suguru works a third finger into your dripping cunt, scissoring and curling them just right to graze that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. the dual stimulation has you shaking, the obscene sounds of satoru’s cock gliding through the slick clutch of your throat and suguru’s fingers pumping wetly into your pussy filling the room.

“she’s good to go,” suguru declares after a few endless minutes, pulling his fingers free and wiping them clean on the sheets. he slicks himself up, shifting into position between your spread thighs. “gonna’ wreck this pussy, baby, you have no idea how bad i’ve wanted this, wanted you. i think about you while i dream . .”

how could something said be so blended with both degeneracy and sweetness.

he pushes in on one smooth glide, the breath punching from his lungs in a guttural moan as your walls clench down greedily around him. “mm, what a tight fit. shit. gripping me, yn, goddamn.”

you sob brokenly around satoru’s cock as suguru bottoms out, hips flush against yours. he gives you a moment to adjust before he starts moving, rolling his hips in deep, devastating grinds that have you seeing stars.

satoru keeps rocking into your mouth, hands fisted in your hair to hold you in place for his thrusts. you take it eagerly, gagging a little when he hits the back of your throat but relaxing to let him push deeper, until your nose is pressed against his pelvis with every pump of his hips.

“m’ gonna’ cum down your throat again,” satoru grits out after a few minutes of spit-roasting you between them. “gonna’ get you all warmed up, honey.”

you moan helplessly, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you struggle to breathe around his considerable girth. just as spots start to dance in your vision, satoru stiffens and curses, hips jerking erratically as he spills into your mouth with a hoarse shout. “there you go baby, breathe for me — agh fuck yes. choke on daddy’s dick, thas’ good girl.” he then pulls out carefully, cradling your jaw as you cough and gasp, chest heaving.

suguru is still working into you from below, the drag of his cock against your fluttering walls almost unbearably good. you’re so fucking full of him, stretched around his thickness, but you still feel so empty, aching for more.

“please,” you rasp, looking up at satoru with wet, pleading eyes. “need your cock inside me too, need both of you fucking me, filling me, please.”

“such a needy little thing,” satoru marvels, eyes dark and hungry on your face. “gonna’ give it to you, baby, don’t worry. want me to stuff that pussy, hm? confuse you on whose is whose,” he laughs.

he slides down your body, shifting to kneel behind suguru between your lewdly spread legs. slicking up his fingers with more lube, he circles your stretched rim where suguru is steadily pumping into you, dipping just the tip of one finger in alongside his thrusting cock.

you keen high in your throat at the added stretch, the slight burn as he works you open further. suguru groans at the increased tightness, at the filthy drag of satoru’s fingers around his pistoning cock as he meticulously stretches you out. “god, look at you,” suguru pants, sounding absolutely wrecked as he stares down at where you're taking them both, hole straining wide and shiny-slick with lube and your own arousal. “pretty, little cunt all desperate for it, practically begging to be stuffed full. you want that, baby? want both of us crammed up in that pussy, wanna’ be our fuckin’ cocksleeve?”

“yes,” you sob, past the point of shame or restraint. “please, fuck, want it, want you both so deep in me, wan’ it to almost hurt . .”

“holy shit,” satoru swears feelingly, pulling his fingers free and lining his cock up alongside suguru’s. the blunt pressure against your already stuffed hole has you nearly hyperventilating, squirming down onto them eagerly. “okay, baby, deep breaths. gonna’ put both of us in, yeah?” you nod, and he pushes in hard, forcing his cockhead in alongside suguru’s with a devastating stretch. you wail brokenly, back bowing as you’re split open on their straining cocks, the burn of it so intense it borders on both pleasure and pain. but then suguru is rolling his hips and satoru is grinding into you and oh, oh it’s fucking perfect, the drag of them against your walls, the way they throb and pulse in tandem inside you.

“fuck,” suguru wheezes, sweat rolling down his temples. “o-oh fuck, fuck, fuck!.”

“m’ not gonna last,” satoru warns, voice absolutely shattered as he starts to move, drawing out only to slam back in, forcibly creating space for himself in your overstuffed channel. “yn, o-ooh, pussy’s stranglin’ me, baby — m’gonna cum.”

“do it,” you demand breathlessly, rolling your hips up to meet their thrusts, taking them impossibly deeper. “cum in me . . claim m-me.” with twin shouts they comply, snapping their hips forward one, two, three more times before they’re cumming hard, cocks pulsing in tandem as they empty themselves into you. you moan brokenly at the feel of it, of their release flooding your cunt, marking you up from the inside out.

they collapse against you as they come down, chests heaving and skin slick with sweat. you whimper as their softening cocks slip free of your abused hole, a river of come slipping out after them to soak the sheets.

“holy f-fuck,” satoru rasps after a long moment, pressing a reverent kiss to your shoulder. “that was fucking crazy . .”

“and incredible,” suguru adds, sounding just as dazed. “yn, baby, fuck. we wrecked you, jesus.”

“mmm, you did,” you agree, feeling utterly boneless and fucked-out in the best way. “absolutely ruined me for anyone else, jus’ like you promised.”

“good,” satoru growls, something fiercely possessive in his gaze as it rakes over your limp, satisfied form. “because this pussy? this filthy, perfect pussy? it belongs to us now. you belong to us now . . .”

you glance briefly at the tv, dick drunk and pleasure high. part of you thinks you should probably pay your respects to the anime that facilitated this unexpected but very welcome turn of events, but the rest of you is preoccupied with trying not to black out as satoru and suguru keep their attention on you.

megan-sama, you think muzzily, just before suguru starts to nip at your shoulder again, bless your ratchet heart. you the real mvp.

and then coherency flees completely as your boys descend on you once more, cutting off anything resembling higher thought.

the last fleeting thing you remember is a deep, unshakable gratitude for your beautifully crafted body and the incredible dudes about to spend the foreseeable future worshipping it.

thick thighs save lives, indeed.

there’s only one you.

we love you meg.

[gunnerfc]

My Turn | Alexia Putellas x Reader (18+)

Summary: Alexia overhears your latest hookup recounting your night together while out with the team, and the things she hears refuse to leave her mind until she experiences them for herself 

Warnings: smut, minors DNI!, bottom alexia, top reader, strap use (alexia receiving), LIGHT CHOKING!!, small age gap (R is mid 20’s), mentions of masturbation

WC: 2.1K

The music inside the Barcelona nightclub echoed off the walls, drowning out the thoughts in Alexia’s head. The team was fresh off another win over Real Madrid and opted to spend the evening celebrating with drinks and dancing. 

Alexia was engaged in conversation with Marta and Irene until the laughs from the booth behind them caught her attention. She recognized one of the women laughing, having seen you leave with her after a night out a couple of weeks ago. The blonde tried to force her attention back to the conversation with her teammates, but hearing your name leave the woman’s lips held her attention. 

She listened to the woman retelling the night you spent with her, her friends giggling over the details being shared. Alexia felt her cheeks heat up with each new thing she was able to make out, but when the woman said something about choking, Alexia’s breath got caught in her throat. 

Hearing one of the things she wished to explore in the bedroom had her mind reeling, especially at the thought of you being the one with your hand wrapped around her neck. 

“Ale,” Irene’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, causing Alexia to blink a few times before turning her gaze to the defender. “Are you okay,” her teammates asked with a slight raise of her brow.

Alexia nodded with a small smile before excusing herself to the bathroom. The midfielder let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding once she was alone. The blonde stood with her hands resting on the sink as she controlled her breathing, flashes of you in her mind making it harder to breathe.

The two of you have had a sort of push-and-pull relationship since you joined the team. You made your interest in the captain very known, even going as far as asking her out. But Alexia had refused, having just gotten out of a relationship and not wanting to date a teammate again. 

But now, she was regretting that decision after hearing how some of her fantasies could have been brought to life. The door to the bathroom opening caught her off guard, and her eyes widened slightly when you entered the bathroom. 

“Hi, Capi,” you laughed as you winked at her before joining her at the sink to wash your hands. “Enjoying yourself,” you hummed and smiled at her through the mirrors. 

“Y-yes,” the blonde managed to get out, blinking a few times to steady herself. Her eyes locked on your hands under the running water, her mind still locked on the idea of them around her neck. 

If you noticed the stutter in her voice, you didn’t comment on it. Rather, you sent her a grin before drying your hands and leaving her alone in the bathroom. Alexia needed to get home quickly; she didn’t think she could handle seeing you anymore tonight. 

She quickly made her way back to where most of the team had been seated, though most of them, you included, were spread between the dance floor and the bar. “I’m going to head home, goodnight,” the blonde rushed out, not giving Irene or Marta a chance to respond. 

The journey home was quiet; the images in her head had gotten more erotic, and she could feel how they were affecting her. She mentally cheered when she arrived back at her apartment, throwing the door open and making her way to her bedroom. 

Alexia spent the rest of the night letting her imagination run wild, letting the images grow more and more as her hands worked over her body. When she came that night, your name left her lips in a hoarse whine. She was thankful for the day off, not knowing how she would be able to hold a conversation with you after tonight. 

By the time the next training rolled around, Alexia was ready to take back her initial refusal to go out with you. She just wasn’t sure if you were still willing to be with her. Alexia spent the entire training session watching you, more specifically, watching your hands. Everything you did with them, the blonde’s eyes were zeroed in on them.

After training had ended and the team had retired to the locker room, Alexia took her time, knowing you were always one of the last to leave. When the locker room was bare, minus the two of you, Alexia took the chance to finally speak to you. 

“Y/n,” her voice was quiet, but simply saying your name reminded her of how it left her lips after her orgasm. 

You lifted your head from tying your shoes, a small smile on your face as you met her eyes, “Yeah?” 

Alexia cleared her throat, trying to find the words to say, but they were escaping her. Your brows furrowed as you watched Alexia open her mouth to speak before quickly closing it again. You stood from your seat and made your way across the room to take a seat next to her. “Everything okay, Ale? You can talk to me about anything, y’know,” you smiled as you grabbed her hands that were resting in her lap.

“Can you choke me,” Alexia rushed out before she could even realize what she had said. Both of your eyes widened at her words. 

“W-what,” you gasped softly, blinking rapidly. The silence stayed before Alexia cleared her throat once more.

“I... I overheard that girl you left with a couple of weeks ago telling her friends about the things you two did,” the blonde started, her cheeks heating up as she explained herself. “She said something about you… choking her, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it,” her eyes never met yours as she finished speaking. 

Your shock turned into interest as a smirk took its place on your lips. You let go of her hands to bring one hand to her chin, turning her head to face you. “Are you into that, Alexia,” the blonde’s breathing picked up, hearing the way your tone dropped as you said her name. 

Alexia bit her lip softly and nodded, her eyes dropping to your lips. “Please,” she whispered, her chest heaving. 

“Not here, it won’t be as fun here,” your smirk morphed into a sly grin as you stood up and moved to pick up your training bag before making your way back to her. You offered her your hand, pulling her up from her seat. “My place,” you offered, and when she quickly nodded, you were off to your car. 

The car ride to your apartment was quiet but full of tension. Your hand stayed on her thigh the entire time, and Alexia could barely focus on anything else. The midfielder let you guide her to your apartment, letting you pull her wherever you wanted. 

You threw both of your bags to the floor once you had the front door opened and pulled her inside. Alexia gasped slightly when her back met the door, her hands grasping your shoulders as your hands gripped her hips. 

Your lips met hers in a heated kiss, earning a small moan from Alexia. You gripped her hips tightly as your lips fought each other, you easily winning as you slipped your tongue into her mouth. 

You pulled away from her lips, moving to trail kisses along her jaw and down her neck. You sucked harshly, leaving dark hickies in your wake as you litter each inch of her neck with them. Alexia tilted her head back against the door to give you more room as one of her hands moved to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer to her. 

After a few moments of kissing her neck, you pulled away, panting with a smirk on your lips. “C’mon, Ale,” you hummed as you pulled her towards your bedroom. Alexia had been in your apartment a handful of times for team bonding, but she’d never stepped foot into your bedroom until now. 

You closed the door behind you and let go of her hand once she was standing at the end of the bed. Your hands trailed over her body, her training kit in the way of you touching her fully. You moved your hands to the hem of her shirt before pausing, meeting her eyes to ask if it was okay. 

Alexia quickly nodded and let you pull her shirt from her body. You made quick work of the sports bra she was wearing before your hands dropped to the waistband of her shorts. You took your time pushing the piece of fabric down her legs as a form of teasing. 

Alexia was left standing in just her panties, which were now extremely soaked. You ran a finger along the elastic, letting your finger dip just past the edge every so slightly. “Y/n,” Alexia panted, her desire growing by the second. 

You chuckled softly at her pleas before giving in and pulling her underwear down her legs, letting her kick them to the floor once they were by her ankles. “Lay down,” you said as you pushed her lightly to the bed. 

Alexia was quick to scoot up the mattress until her head hit the pillows at the top. Her eyes watched you move around your room, your clothes hitting the floor as you pulled a strap-on from the drawer on the nightstand. The blonde’s thighs closed as she watched you harness the toy around your body, her wetness coating her skin. 

You took your time climbing up the bed to hover over her body. You smirked down at her before one of your hands pulled her legs apart, pulling one of her legs to prop up on the mattress. “You’ve thought about this, haven't you, capi,” the captain's nickname left her winded as your gaze drifted to her soaked cunt. 

“P-please,” she managed to whine, her hands moving to your hips, trying to pull you closer. You chuckled at her desperation before sliding your hand down her thigh, rubbing your thumb over her sensitive clit. 

“Fuck,” Alexia whimpered as you pushed against her clit before pulling your hand away. You moved your hand to the base of the strap-on, lifting it to rub the tip through her wet folds. You eased the toy inside her until you bottomed out. 

Alexia’s eyes closed as her hands gripped your hips tighter. Her back arched off the bed slightly as she pushed her hips up to meet yours. You pulled the toy slightly out of her before thrusting it inside her. 

You set a steady pace as you fucked her, one of your hands resting next to her head as the other kneaded her breast. Alexia’s hands dropped to the cover beneath her, her grip tight as she bucked her hips in time with your movements. “F-faster,” she managed to moan as her back arched even more. 

You gave in, snapping your hips faster as you drilled into her. As you sped up, Alexia moved a hand to hold the wrist of the hand on her breast, pulling it up to the base of her neck. Your eyes met hers for a quick ‘okay’ before wrapping your hand around her throat. 

The combination of your hips drilling into her and your hand lightly squeezing her neck drove Alexia wild. Broken moans of your name and various swears left her lips as she begged you to let her cum. 

You panted above her as you looked down at her, the sight of your hand around her neck was affecting you more than you thought it would. “Cum for me, Ale,” you grunted, your hips faltering slightly as you felt your orgasm approaching. 

With a loud moan of your name, Alexia’s body jerked as she came. You continued to thrust into her, chasing an orgasm of your own before your body stilled when it hit. You let go of her neck, earning a few gasps from the blonde beneath you. 

You pulled the toy out of her before taking it off and tossing it to the floor. You panted as you rolled off of her to rest on your side next to her. Alexia lay with her eyes closed and her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. 

“Did that live up to your expectations,” you grinned, moving to push away some of her hair that was stuck to her face. 

Alexia managed to laugh softly at your words before turning her head to face yours, her eyes hazy as they met yours. “Yes,” her voice was hoarse as she responded. 

“Good,” you grinned as you cupped her face to pull her into a softer kiss. Your lips moved against hers softly before pulling away. “Get some rest, maybe we’ll go again, and I’ll do it better,” you teased. 

Alexia laughed as she curled into your body, exhaustion hitting her quickly. The midfielder fell asleep as soon as her eyes closed. You held her close to your body as sleep took over. You weren't sure what this meant for the two of you, but you were excited to find out. 

[tinseltrinkets]

I think part of what makes Jinx such a special character is how her story is shown as a hero’s story.

Her actions aren’t heroic, but they’re shown as part of her journey and not defining features. She isn’t a force to be taken down or conquered.

While many villains can be admired, it’s usually through the lens of fear of a depersonalized idea where they’re just viewed as an embodiment of vengeance and chaos. They’re viewed as something to be gawked at, regardless of if they’re likable.

Whether it’s a “you, a normal person, will never be a monster like them” or “you, a normal person, will never be the larger than life phenomena they are,” it’s putting them in the “other” category.

Jinx isn’t a symbol, although many may see her in that way (as we can expect through the trailer, the people of Zaun will distort her image in that way).

When people relate to her, it (usually) isn’t to be edgy or impressive, it’s vulnerable.

The joy she experiences doesn’t just have to be this liberating revenge. It can be serene.

What I mean is you don’t see villains smile like this. And you don’t see them looking tranquil in this way. When they’re happy, it’s used as a juxtaposition, something to be either horrified with (“how can they be happy in these horrible circumstances/with the destruction they’ve caused”) or impressed with (“wow they’re able to be so calm and collected in the chaos”).

We get to see her capable of being serene, and providing serenity. Her joy doesn’t have to be sardonic satisfaction at other’s expense, it can be liberating and peaceful and shared with her loved ones. Something she is probably only finding in herself in the next season and likely through her relationship with this new character Isha.

When people say that Jinx feels more human, it’s not just that we see the traumatic experiences that led to her becoming the way she was, because many villains have that. It’s that it’s not shallow. She’s not larger than life, she wasn’t stripped of her humanity to become an agent of chaos (as much as Silco and herself have tried). She’s not a spirit that inhabits Powder, she is Powder, just with a new experience and path. Powder and Jinx aren’t contracting identities, they’re just as real within her and she doesn’t have to abandon one to be self-realized in the other. She’s not above or below being a human.

[formulamar]

she’s a ferrari - part 4

charles leclerc x yn!ferrari reader

fc: Addison Rae

summary: as a child, the great-grand daughter of Enzo Ferrari used to spend her weekends hanging around the paddock. but once she went off to university her appearances became rare. what happens when she starts working for Ferrari? and... one of the drivers steals her heart.

READ PART THREE HERE

DECEMBER 2023

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charlesleclerc16updates: CHARLES AND YN RECENTLY!

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f1fan0: i’m so glad they’re not letting that silly article come between them 🫶

-> scunteriafer: exactly!!!! that article is ridiculous charles would never do something like that

cl16fan: favs 🥹💞

lechairs: was the second pic taken in monaco??

-> charlesleclerc16fan: italy

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ynferrari: galaaaaaa ❤️‍🔥 big thank you to everyone who helped me organize this big event! it was my honor to plan it! had so much fun, see you next year!

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ynscousin: forza familia ❤️

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carlossainz55: Gracias for a great party, Yn!

-> ynferrari: thank you for your energy!!! love you carlitos!!!

tifosi1722: UR SO BEAUTIFUL YN

ynferrarifan08: most gorgeous hostesses ever

user: ruining our sport and our team

iamrebeccad: had so much fun 💞

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user: so now she’s just getting involved with everything huh...

ynbff: we love planner yn

charles_leclerc: Until next time❤️

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-> tifosi1722: SO CONTRACT RESIGNED OR WHAT????

-> charlnor: so there WILL be a next time then???

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JANUARY 2023

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rumorhasitf1: 🚨 RUMOR CONFIRMED 🚨

The dream continues for Charles Leclerc in RED.

Leclerc and Ferrari have extended their contract.

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charlnor: living out his childhood dream 🥹

tifosi028: i’m so happy!!!! the team loves him

princecharles16: further proof he is il pridestinato ❤️❤️❤️❤️

f1fan5: LEGENDARY

charlesfan83: he's staying home :)

ferrarienthusiast38: GRANDEEEEEEE

f1fan33: i seriously can't imagine him anywhere else. life is good.

scuderiaferrari and ynferrari

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ynferrari: I've had the rare privilege of witnessing the beautiful madness of motorsport right in front of my eyes. I grew up running around on track, moving car sketches from the dinner table, holding the car parts by my fingerprints. A plethora of memories that, sure I adored, but for the longest time was unable to acknowledge the significance of.

It may sound silly but it wasn't until I was a teenager that I began to realize not everyone got to be so close to their favorite sport. When I turned fifteen I got into the habit of walking around the grandstands before the race started and talking with other girls my age. These conversations taught me a lot. At nearly every race, I would hear a variation of "It's my dream to drive an F1 car." After a chorus of "Mine too!" there would be an awkward realization that dream was nearly impossible to accomplish. Women, weren't widely accepted in motorsport. Being a female fan was difficult enough already. Imagine trying to be a driver?

Then, I did start to imagine. Young girls from all around the world dying to experience the adrenaline. Just once. To feel the champagne coat them. Just once. Or even to be able to sit in an F1 car. Just once. A small moment that could change their lives forever.

When Susie reached out to me and shared her aspirations for creating an all-female racing series, I knew it would restore hope in the dreams of young girls all over the world. When she offered me an opportunity to help make this a reality I never considered saying anything but yes. I'm overjoyed to join Prema Racing, F1 Academy and Susie on this journey. I only dream of witnessing other women experience what I have so many times, running on track, peeking at the sketches and touching the car so gently because you're afraid of breaking it. And even more, I hope they cross the finish line with an indescribable feeling pulsing through their bodies. I hope they all hear their anthem on the top step. We can make this happen. Thank you to everyone on this project, thank you Susie, thank you @/f1 and THANK YOU FAMIGLIA FERRARI! (Ferrari family)

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susie_wolff: What a beautiful post, YN. Thank you for believing in the vision.

-> ynferrari: ❤

cl16fan: i'm actually sobbing. i love you so much. thank you for doing this.

-> ynferrari: thank you for supporting it :)

lec4: this is amazing, you're amazing!!!!

lando_norris: ❤

-> lando_norris: btw I'm glad you get to put that degree to use. It looked difficult.

-> ynferrari: oh if you only knew...

ferrarifan62: you described it perfectly.

charlnor: ok did not expect to ball my eyes out first thing in the morning but god this is beautiful.

charles_leclerc: Can't wait to see everything you accomplish ❤️

-> ynferrari: ti amo ❤️

-> lechairs: so after seeing this interaction I started crying again

-> cl16fan: literally me too

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[justauthoring]

This is the Beginning [2/?]

Summary: You never thought you'd be able to escape Buggy, and yet, a boy with a straw hat, a man with three swords and a girl with orange hair somehow manage to free you. The journey that follows afterwards is your chance at freedom and maybe something more.

A One Piece Live Action Rewrite

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four

Pairing: Live Action!Zoro Roronoa x F!Reader

TW for this chapter: kuro, canon typical violence, kuro makes a comment about your eye, that's about it

Word Count: 11,044

A/N: This chapter was so fun to write and I'm even more excited for the next because... SANJIIIII!! Which of course means we get to see some jealous Zoroooooo

I hope to have chapter three out soon, but school is crazy as usual so be patient with me <3

Tag List: @emmaiscool22

Chapter Two - Acceptance

“Are you sure you don’t mind me borrowing some of your clothes, Nami?”

Glancing up from the Grand Line map she’d been studying, Nami just raises a brow down at you. “I’d rather you borrow my clothes then wear those atrocious clothes that clown had you in,” she shakes her head, almost shuddering at the memory. The sight pulls a small smile to your lips. “Seriously, he had no fashion sense.”

You let out a small laugh. “They were pretty ugly, weren’t they?” You grin up at her, and she pauses, as if shocked you were smiling so openly. You don’t mind. You realize you did look pretty miserable that time they’d set you free, extremely self-pitying too. You still had your self-doubts, of course, but Luffy’s excitement at you joining them was pretty reassuring and it was hard not to appreciate how freeing the whole experience had been.

There was still the whole issue that Luffy seemed to be the only one convinced that you were in fact a pirate crew. Nami and Zoro seemed insistent on denying that, repeatedly telling him they were not a crew when he’d tried explaining it to you. Nami said she was only with the two because she had a shared interest in the Grand Line map. When you asked Zoro, he’d just shrugged, saying he was seeing where it took him. You’d snickered silently to yourself at that, thinking to yourself that the both of them just weren’t ready to admit that they were in fact a part of Luffy’s crew and probably liked that fact.

But you’d let them lie about it for now.

As for you, you nodded at Luffy when he explained how the goal was to find the One Piece and for him to become the Pirate King. In response, you’d shrugged and said; “Sure, Captain. Sounds like a plan.”

His eyes had practically sparkled at that while Zoro and Nami instantly groaned in response, berating you for enticing Luffy. You’d only laughed, saying you didn’t mind calling him Captain and being in his crew because there was nowhere else for you to go.

You’d been a captive of Buggy’s for years. Forced to be a part of his crew and do his bidding day in and day out. There really was nowhere else for you to go or call home. You’d suffered scars and injuries that would never leave, both mentally and physically. But Luffy, Zoro and Nami seemed to think nothing of your doubts, especially your eye. Despite his initial assurance, you felt extra assured by the fact that you had your eyepatch back and no one was going to be forcing you to take it off to make a mockery of you again.

Those days were gone.

With a wistful sigh, you turn, moving to the edge of the boat and breathing in the air. You never enjoyed being on Buggy’s boat but that hadn’t been because you didn’t enjoy being out on sea, but rather because it had been Buggy’s boat in the first place.

You are unaware of Nami’s eyes following you until she lets out a rather undignified snort.

“More than ugly,” she rolls her eyes as you turn back to glance at her. “More like atrocious. We should burn them when we get the chance.”

You let out a chuckle. “You think? I’d sure like to get rid of the memory of them.”

Nami’s lips part to respond, but before she can, she’s cut off by Luffy; 

“Nami! Y/N!”

Rolling her eyes, Nami shifts her attention in front of you as you spin around to face Luffy. “What?”

Grabbing the large sheet of fabric he’d been fiddling with for the past hour or so, he stretches it wide in front of him, blocking what you’re sure is a beaming smile, and calls out; “it’s ready!”

Lips parting, you tilt your head, trying to get a good look at the lopsided skull.

“And what is it?”

Lowering the fabric so his face pokes up over it, Luffy grins; “our Jolly Roger. Every pirate crew has to have one. And now we do!”

“We’re not a crew,” Nami huffs, “and you are not hanging that on my boat.” With that, she turns back to the map.

Luffy blinks at her.

Stepping forward, you smile gently at Luffy; “it’s a little lopsided too, no?”

Peeking over the top, Luffy raises a brow. “I think it’s perfect.”

You bite your lip, holding back your laugh just as the door squeaks open behind him. Glancing over Luffy’s shoulder, you meet Zoro’s gaze.

“Zoro!” Luffy wastes no time spinning to face his friend, “Zoro, check it out.”

Pausing in the door, Zoro lets his eyes drag across it for a moment before meeting Luffy’s gaze, expression never changing.

“That’s unique.”

“It’s kind of cute in a way.” You offer, feeling a bit bad for Luffy who clearly had worked hard on it. “It has its own charm.”

Zoro just rolls his eyes at you. “It’s definitely not going to scare any other pirates.”

Turning back to Luffy’s jolly roger, he turns to you expectantly. As you let your eyes drift across it again, you have to admit, it’s more adorable than frightening. With a grimace, you offer him a pitying smile.

“Nami,” Zoro calls, leaning against the edge of the boat. “I think the toilet’s busted.”

Peering at him behind her glasses, Nami blinks, “we don’t have a toilet.”

There’s a pause, before Zoro offers a short; “oh.” Turning back towards the door, he shrugs. “Well, then something back there’s leaking.”  

“What?”

Not hesitating a second more, she hops off the boxes she’d been sitting on, storming past the three of you and slamming the door shut behind her.

Luffy waits one second before he says; “where should I hang it?”

“Uh, Luffy,” you call, “I don’t think Nami will…”

He ignores you, eyes snapping round to find the best place.

“It’s best to let him do what he wants,” Zoro calls from behind you, your head turning round to glance at him. He’s crossed his arms over his chest again, leaning nonchalantly back. “And not get involved.”

“Is that what you do?” You ask, raising a brow. “Choose not to get involved?”

Zoro just stares at you. “Not if I don’t have to,” he answers, as if that’s the obvious answer.

Something told you that wasn’t the whole truth.

Before you can respond, however, Nami comes back out.

“We’re taking in water. What did you do?” She accuses Zoro.

Zoro leans towards her; “I didn’t do anything.”

Eyes flickering between the both of them, feeling the tension rising, your stomach twists uncomfortably.

“Guys, maybe we should—”

“The way you’re clanging those swords around, you must’ve broken something,” she scoffs.

Zoro snorts. “If you’re such a good thief, maybe you should’ve stolen a better boat.”

“Guys, guys, guys,” Luffy calls, successfully cutting their argument off. You let out a breath of relief at that, grateful they at least chose to listen to Luffy. “Okay, crew meeting.”

On cue, both of them huff; “not a crew!”

You offer a nervous smile.

Unphased as usual, Luffy turns to the three of you. “We're gonna need a better ship to make it to the Grand Line. A real pirate ship.” Then, pausing for dramatic effect, he smirks; “worthy of the Straw Hat crew.”

“Wait,” Nami calls, “Straw Hat crew? Really?”

“Yeah,” Luffy nods, “I thought it had a nice ring to it.”

“‘Demon’ has a nice ring to it,” Zoro scoffs. “Headgear? Not scary.”

“Well,” you speak up, meeting Zoro’s eyes before turning to Luffy. “I like it. It’s unique.”

Nami rolls her eyes, “do you have to keep encouraging him?” She asks you.

You shrug, smiling. 

Luffy beams at you. “Thank you, Y/N.” He turns to Zoro, “and who says pirates have to be scary?”

At that, both of them give pause.

“I definitely don’t want to be scary,” you mumble, more to yourself than anyone.

“The point is we need a new ship.” Luffy backtracks, “so where do we get one?”

Grabbing her maps, Nami sighs. “Our closest bet is the Gecko Islands. We can probably make it there before our ship sinks. Ditch this one and get a better one.”

“Good,” Zoro drawls, “with a working toilet.”

Nami glares at him but Luffy just grins; “great job, navigator.” He turns back to grab his jolly roger.

“You’re still not hanging that on my ship,” Nami reminds.

-

After Luffy and Nami’s disagreement of stealing a ship and the former running off to somehow convince a salesman to just give him a ship, you’re left wandering around with Nami and Zoro.

You weren’t a big fan of stealing a ship either, but you knew realistically that Nami was right. None of you had enough to berry to be able to buy a ship legally and Nami’s old ship was no longer an option. 

Trailing behind Nami and next to Zoro, you let your eyes drag across the hustle and bustle of the shipyard, unable to fight the smile that curls on your lips as you watch people flutter around, completely in their own worlds. It’s such a simple thing and yet, you can seem to pull your eyes off of the bustling crowds completely engrossed in their worlds.

“Never been to a shipyard before?”

It takes you a second to realize Zoro is talking to you. With a blink and parted lips, you turn to him, meeting his eyes. It’s clear he’d been watching you, dark and intense eyes already on you and the realization pulls a light flush to your cheeks.

“I’ve been,” you answer, nodding. Eyeing Nami out of the corner of your eye and watching as she carefully glances around, entirely for a different reason than you had been. She’s in her own world, promptly and probably pointedly ignoring the both of you. 

Focusing back on Zoro, you lick your lips. “It’s just…” But you trail off, unsure.

“What?” Zoro asks, blunt as usual.

The look on his face tells you he’s waiting to hear what you were going to say.

“Different,” you shrug, moving to hug your arm as you curl in on yourself. It’s clear you’re not as open as you were trying to pretend you were since joining Luffy’s crew. While the three of them were definitely nothing like Buggy, it was hard to deny that Zoro was intimidating. You’d only been with them for a short amount of time, but Luffy was easy to get along with. He did most of the talking anyways and his energy was infectious.

Nami you’d been unsure of at first too, and while she sometimes seemed closed off, she was easy to hold a conversation with. Sometimes short or cold, you still found her approachable.

Zoro, for some reason, made you nervous. You couldn’t rightly explain it. Every time you met his eye or tried to talk to him, you’d clam up with nerves and find yourself stumbling more than you usually did. Honestly, you made yourself look like a fool more times than not with him. His gaze was heavy, and the second it landed on you, it was like he was trying to unearth all your secrets.

“Different how?” He asks, pressing.

You lick your lips. “It’s… different seeing all these people without having to fear that Buggy might snap and kill them all.” Glancing at him out of the corner of your eye, taking in his eased stride and the way he always keeps at least one hand on his swords, you glance out towards the sea of boats. “He enjoyed making people's lives miserable.”

There’s a beat of silence before; “yours especially, it seems.”

You turn to him in shock, eyes widening at him. He’s no longer looking at you, head turned straight, but the expression on his face says it all.

“I guess,” you mumble, hugging your arm tighter.

Silence envelopes the both of you, all whilst Nami continues to lead to way completely oblivious to the tension that has surrounded the two of you. You’re careful to not glance Zoro’s way, even though you desperately want to.

Your mind races with wonder of what exactly he meant.

Luckily, you don’t have to stew in your thoughts for too long. A few minutes later the three of you hear the distinctive and familiar voice of Luffy, and with one glance at each other, you’re picking up the pace.

When you find Luffy, he’s standing at the front of a ship, grinning ear to ear.

“There you are,” Nami calls.

“Guys!” Luffy cheers, moving to make his way down to the three of you. “I found it,” he declares. “I found our ship.”

Turning your attention to said ship, you silently muse to yourself it’s not a bad choice. Luffy seemed to make rash decisions but he always followed his gut and you can’t say that this ship was a result of a bad decision. It was a decent size, not too big that it’d be unmanageable with four crew members but not small like the previous one. It had a certain charm to it as well.

“And this guy will sell it to us!”

You turn in the direction of Luffy’s gesture, noticing the man slumped over the edge of the ship that you hadn’t realized before.

Standing up, he turns to make his way down to Luffy as well, eyes wide as he stammers; “uh, w-wait, what…?”

“Yeah!” Luffy nods, oblivious. “The ship, we’ll take it.”

The man winces; “technically, she’s not for sale.”

“Huh?”

“And technically,” he continues, “I’m not a salesman.”

“Do you even work here?”

“Of course I do.”

“Okay,” you nod, smiling warmly. “What do you do then?”

He meets your eyes, “I’m Chief Technician in charge of encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication.”

Luffy’s face twists; “encru what?”

Zoro huffs next to you. “He scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit.”

“He can’t help us,” Nami adds.

The two of them turn to leave.

“Wait! Wait! Wait!” The boy frantically calls, shaking his hands at you. “I can help you. The owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend in the world.”

Nami seems unconvinced. “Your friend owns this ship?”

“Not just this one,” he grins. “She owns the whole shipyard. She’s rich rich.”

Luffy gasps; “oh!”

“I’m sure you could strike a deal with her.”

-

So it turns out Usopp, you learned his name was, was not lying about his friend owning the whole shipyard. It did, however, seem he was lying about how invited he truly was in his friends house—mansion.

Kaya herself didn’t seem to have any issue with Usopp, but her butler had a stick up his ass about him and that included the four of you. 

If it hadn’t been for Kaya insistence that it was her birthday, you’re sure all five of you would’ve been promptly kicked off her estate and back to square one. Somehow, that didn’t happen and now you’d found yourselves invited to dinner.

Currently, you were eyeing the room you’d been given for the night with a sheen of excitement. You’d never been in a house, let alone a room this nice before. It was a major upgrade compared to the small, dingy tent Buggy had let you stay in. The bed itself was almost the entire size of what your tent had been.

It’s astonishing enough to you that you lose track of time. After spending far too long just exploring the room—because it was big enough to explore—you went to have a shower. It had been far too long since you’d been given the opportunity to bathe yourself, and you definitely weren’t about to pass it up. 

You definitely spent far too long showering, letting the water soak into your skin and taking your time scrubbing the filth off your body.

By the time you’re finished, the bathroom is thoroughly fogged and you’re feeling refreshed.

It’s only then you remember you still have to find something to wear. Klahadore, the butler, had made it clear the clothes you all were wearing were not nearly good enough to eat dinner in—whatever that meant.

Leaving your room, you pause in the hall, glancing both ways as you try to remember what direction Klahadore had told you the clothes were in. He’d been rather gruff about it, barely able to hide the contempt in his gaze and you’d been too busy trying to ignore the discomfort to really listen to what he’d been saying.

You’re left wandering for about ten minutes before you see Nami slipping out of a room.

“I’m so happy to see you,” you breathe, grabbing her arm as she turns to you. She seems slightly unsure of your touch but she doesn’t pull away. “I’m sure I would’ve been lost for hours before I found my way. You look amazing, by the way.”

She really did. The red piece she had on was truly beautiful and it looked stunning on her.

Snorting faintly, she smiles softly. “Thanks,” she nods. “There’s a ton of outfits to choose from in there. The boys are in there too, but be careful, they’re hopeless.”

You let out a chuckle, “they weren’t any help?”

“Those two?” She rolls her eyes. “I’m pretty sure neither of them even know what a compliment is.”

Biting your lip, you pull back, letting her go. “Well, I’m gonna give it my best. Hopefully I can find something.”

Perhaps sensing a bit of nerves from you, Nami hesitates before leaving. “You’ll look good in anything, I’m sure.” She reassures, offering a gentle smile. “There’s lots of options and we might not get the chance to dress up like this again. Go crazy.”

You’re instantly eased by her words and sending her a warm smile and a nod, you turn towards the door, letting her head back to her room.

You’re instantly greeted by both Zoro and Luffy the second you slip inside, the two boys turning to face you as you smile at them gently in greeting.

“Woah,” you breathe, letting your eyes flicker across the room. “That is a lot of clothes.” You hadn’t thought Nami was lying, you just hadn’t expected this much. 

Zoro snorts as Luffy nods; “right? What would a person even need with it all?”

You let out a laugh, letting your hands drag across a rack of them, not even sure where to begin. 

“Well, I’m gonna go with this,” Luffy calls and you turn back to him, eyeing the waistcoat he’s holding in his hands. You pause when you realize he’s only holding a waistcoat.

“Uh, Luffy—”

“See ya!”

He’s out the door in the next second, leaving you gaping in the direction he’d gone.

A moment later, you turn to Zoro; “he’s aware you’re typically supposed to wear a shirt under a waistcoat, right?”

Zoro shrugs, chuckling. “Probably not.”

You let out a laugh in response before turning back to the clothes, suddenly realizing you’re alone with Zoro. You’re still unsure about the conversation the two of you had had back at the shipyard so it’s hard to ignore the slight uncertainty you feel at being in the room alone with him.

That and the fact that he makes you nervous in general.

“Did you, um,” swallowing thickly, you meet his eyes. “Did you find something to wear?”

He holds up the shirt that had been on his lap. It’s a dark bronze button up, with what looks like silk material. It’s beautiful, and you can’t help the thought that pops into your head that it’ll look extra beautiful on him. “Nami found something.”

“Ah,” you nod, “it’s a nice shirt.” You smile at him, before pausing by the folding screen at the back end of the room. “I guess I should hurry and find something, huh? I took too long showering,” you chuckle nervously to yourself. “It felt so good, I couldn’t convince myself to get out.”

Laugh fading out, you swallow thickly when you realize Zoro is just staring at you.

“Did you need help finding something?” He asks after an agonizing moment of quiet.

You turn to him in surprise. “Huh?”

“A… dress or something,” he gestures loosely to the clothes, now looking slightly uncomfortable. “Did you need help finding something?”

You stare at him, stunned. You for a moment think you’ve imagined Zoro’s offer. Maybe you were still in your room, or maybe you were still stuck with Buggy and this was one big hallucination.

You choose to ignore why Zoro would be a part of your hallucination.

“I thought you didn’t like getting involved?” You offer him.

Zoro smirks, the edges of his lips tilting upwards. “Only when I don’t want to.”

It’s hard to fight the blush that spreads across your cheeks at his words or ignore the flutter of butterflies in your stomach. You’d be stupid to say you didn’t notice that Zoro was a rather… attractive man, but you’d pointedly ignored those thoughts in favour of focusing on more important things. But when he smirked at you like that and offered to help you… find something to wear, of all things, it was hard to ignore them.

Turning away so he can’t see your flush, you swallow thickly. “S-Sure,” you mumble, before shifting the conversation to save you some face. “But Nami warned me you and Luffy were practically hopeless.”

Zoro huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m certainly more helpful than that idiot.”

Grinning, you bite your lip, turning back to him. 

Zoro frowns at your grin. “I know fashion.”

“I didn’t say you didn’t,” you laugh, holding your hands up in defence.

Scoffing, Zoro stands up, leaving the shirt Nami had picked for him over the arm of the chair as he crosses the distance of the room over to you. You freeze as he grows close, trying to ignore the race of your heart as he stops behind you, chest inches from your back, and reaches past you to grab a dress off one of the higher racks.

You watch as he pulls it down, trying to ignore the bulge of his bicep as he does.

The dress he picks is light beige in colour, floor length with one shoulder strap. The strap of the dress has an extra piece of fabric that billows out around it. It’s a simple silk material, but the hem of the dress is decorated in a darker, bronze lace trim.

It’s beautiful. 

You’ve certainly never worn a dress so beautiful.

“Here,” Zoro calls, handing the dress to you. “This one. It’ll look nice with...” he gestures loosely to your eye, as if unsure how to say it.

You blink up at him, warmed at his words and how he hadn’t just chosen the dress at random like it seemed he had. Had he seen the dress when Nami had been looking and thought of you? That thought made your heart race.

“Try it on.”

Wordlessly, you take the dress from his hands, meeting his eyes one last time before turning to step behind the folding screen. You hear footsteps grow distant so you figure Zoro went back to the chair, and with only a second more of glancing at the beautiful dress, you move to slip off your clothes. Once you’ve slipped the dress on, it takes you a second or two to fully zip it up, unused to the movement.

The second it’s fully on, you glance down at yourself, letting your fingers run down the length of the dress, marveling at how soft the material is.

“You done?”

Jumping at Zoro’s voice, you cough faintly, swallowing thickly. “Y-Yeah.”

“Let me see.”

Blunt as usual, Zoro leaves no room for argument, so, with a nervous dip of your stomach, you force your legs to carry you out from behind the folding screen. You hesitate to meet his gaze, feeling nervous and unsure in a completely different way at the way Zoro’s eyes drag across your figure.

You’ve never worn a dress before, period. And certainly not one as pretty as this. Nami wasn’t lying when the clothes Buggy had made you wear were ridiculous. Corny and too colorful, Buggy had adorned you in clothes that made you look closer to a doll than an actual human being. It had been objectifying and humiliating.

And even though this was still a form of dressing up and even though you’re nervous, you can’t deny you feel beautiful.

Truly beautiful. 

“What… What do you think?” You ask, finally meeting Zoro’s gaze as you tip your chin up.

There’s the briefest of seconds where his lips are left parted and an expression you’ve never seen washes over his eyes. Your stomach twists painfully, thinking that reaction was one of distaste, but before you can say anything, he’s coughing out a response;

“It’s… good.” The words seem forced, but not in a way that he’s lying but rather that he’s unsure of how they sound on his own lips. “You look… pretty.”

The blush returns. Ten-fold this time. Your whole body grows hot in response, nerves feeling like they’re on fire, as you stand there. You’re frozen still, for some reason scared to move.

“Oh,” you finally manage. “Thank you.”

He stands. It seems like an unconscious decision. “You’re welcome.”

Silence follows.

“You think this is the one?” You ask, before turning to the rest of the clothes. “Or should I—”

“No,” Zoro cuts in, sharp, before righting himself as he coughs, again, trying to play it off. “I mean, no, I think that’s a good choice.”

Believing it, you nod; “okay.”

Zoro glances at you, before glancing down. “I should get ready.”

“Oh,” you blink, “yeah.”

“Yeah.”

Standing there, opposite ends of the room, the two of you don’t move for a minute more. Then, Zoro finally turns.

“I’ll see you at dinner.”

“You too,” you whisper, watching his back disappear out the door.

You catch sight of the dress shirt Nami had found for him, and try not to let out a gasp when you realize the lace trimming of your dresses matches perfectly with his shirt.

-

Letting your eyes drift across the array of dinner food set out in front of you, you try not to let your obvious desire show. It was hard to deny how good everything smelled, though, and the want to just dig in and stuff your face like Luffy currently was was more than tempting.

But you wouldn’t let yourself look so silly. Not only was this a fancy dinner, you were wearing the nicest dress you ever had and surely ever will. You had no intention of soiling that opportunity by being anything less than ladylike.

Sat in between Zoro and Usopp, you tentatively glance around to see if anyone else has started grabbing food.

Luffy was the only one actively stuffing his face full. Usopp and Nami had grabbed food, but the latter was taking it much slower and Zoro… 

Well, Zoro didn’t really seem interested in eating at all. He’d grabbed the bottle of wine on the table the second he’d seen it and after managing to chug through the entire bottle in a few mere minutes, he was already asking for another.

Deciding to just bite the bullet and ignoring the nerves of reaching for food, you grab a little bit of everything that catches your attention. There’s so much placed on the table you’ve no hope of ever being able to try it all, even though that’s what your heart desires. You settle for starting with what looks most appetizing and leaving the rest for if your stomach has the room for it.

Smiling to yourself, it takes you a moment before you realize there’s a set of eyes on you.

You instantly glance to your left, in the direction of Zoro, blinking when you find his eyes already on you. He has the glass of wine he’d poured for himself pressed against his lips, angled back to be able to watch you more easily.

He seems to freeze at being caught and you quickly divert your attention back to your now full plate before either of you can say anything. You’re hyper-aware of yourself in that moment, especially the dress you're wearing.

“I’d love to try the fish tonight.”

Looking up from your plate, you glance to the head of the table, watching as Kaya turns to the maid with a gentle smile and flutter of excitement.

“I’m sorry, Miss Kaya,” Klahadore cuts in before the maid can respond, stepping towards the girl. “But that is not possible.”

Kaya’s face falls. “Maybe just a small piece?”

“Now,” Klahadore sighs, as if exasperated by her simple request. “You know that certain foods can affect your constitution. Here, Buchi has prepared your special soup.”

At his invitation, Buchi steps forward, taking the bowl off his tray and setting it in front of Kaya.

You almost immediately blanch at the sight.

Whatever that was, it didn’t look anything like soup.

“Kaya,” Nami calls, “it’s your birthday. You should be able to eat what you want.”

You instantly nod. “And certainly something more special than… that.”

“Miss Kaya’s medical condition necessitates that I closely monitor her dietary needs,” Klahadore explains.

You meet Nami’s gaze from across the table.

“Does it mean you also speak for her?” Nami challenges, glaring at the man.

Blinking, Klahadore tilts his head, the action oddly threatening.

“I’ll take her fish!”

Leave it to Luffy to miss the entire point of the conversation.

Pressing a hand to your forehead, you shake your head.

“Luffy,” Usopp says, and you silently thank him for diverting the tension. “Isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to Kaya about?”

“Oh, yes!” Luffy exclaims, pointing at Usopp in recognition. He turns to Kaya, grinning. “Usopp told me you own the whole shipyard.”

“Well, actually my parents founded the shipyard, and Merry’s been running the business since…” Her voice trails off momentarily, eyes falling to her lap. “Well, since they passed.”

Swallowing thickly, you fiddle with the napkin on your lap.

“But all of that’s about to change,” Kaya continues, pulling your eyes back on her. “Tonight, at midnight, I will become the sole owner.” Her eyes naturally drift towards Usopp and the two share a soft smile between one another.

You grin at the interaction.

“Ah,” Luffy nods. “Well, that’s great, because we want to buy a ship from you.”

Kaya’s face eases in understanding. “I see. Usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.”

“Nope. Not sailors.” Raising his glass, Luffy smiles. “We’re pirates.”

You freeze at that, pointedly ignoring the way Usopp chokes on his own drink. Your gaze falls to Luffy, as if in doubt that he’d actually just said that. By the proud grin on his face, you’d say he in fact did.

Bringing his glass to his lips, you hear Zoro mumble under his breath; “this ought to be good.”

Kaya falters. “Pirates?”

Luffy nods; “yup! We haven’t sailed together for long, but we have already defeated an evil clown,” you shift at that, “raided a Marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe for a hand.”

Biting your lip, you sink into your chair, pressing a hand to your eye patch. Maybe you’d blend in with the chair and disappear from sight.

“These sound a lot like your adventures, Usopp,” Kaya turns to her friend.

Usopp lets out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s… that’s crazy.”

“Oh yeah!” Luffy cheers, and before you even realize it he’s standing to his feet, taking the glass in his hands and climbing up on the table. “And we’re just getting started.”

“Oh my God… Luffy!” You whisper, trying to meet his eyes so he’ll get down.

“What are you doing?” Klahadore bellows, astonished. “Get down from there at once!”

Luffy ignores you and the butler. “Being a pirate has been my dream for as long as I can remember. And I’m finally making it a reality.” Ever oblivious to the reactions of everyone else there, Luffy shifts to take a knee towards Kaya. “We’re heading out to the Grand Line, where even more adventures await us.” He moves to stand up straight again, making his way down the length of the table towards Kaya. “And at the end of the journey, I’m gonna find the ultimate treasure, the One Piece, and become King of the Pirates.”

Head tilting back to meet his gaze, Kaya’s lips part; “you’re… serious?”

Handing the glass he’d been holding to Klahadore, who accepts it with a barely concealed growl, Luffy crouches in front of Kaya, grabbing her by the shoulders. “Kaya, you have a beautiful ship out there. A caravel with a sheep figurehead. It spoke to me. That’s the ship we need to follow our dreams. I promise you, we’ll take care of it. Maintain it. Treat it like any other member of our crew, because a ship is also a home.”

Silence follows, no one says anything for the briefest of seconds. You focus your attention on your lap, fiddling with your fingers, wishing Luffy would get down from the table.

But before Kaya or really anyone could say anything, Klahadore’s voice booms; 

“That will be quite enough! I should’ve known Usopp would bring riffraff to our doorstep.”

Kaya shakes her head; “Klahadore, it’s okay. I—” A violent cough pulls from her lips. It starts to wrack her body, cutting off what she’d been about to say as she hunches in on herself in response.

You sit up, leaning towards her. “Are you okay?” You ask, not sure if you should get up and help.

Klahadore steps forward before you can, pointedly glaring at you before shifting his gaze to Luffy. “Now look what you’ve done. You’ve upset Miss Kaya. All of you, out of this house at once!”

“No,” Kaya rasps. “It’s late. Let them stay the night.”

-

After the disaster that was dinner, you’d elected to stay in your room for the night.

You’re almost positive that the rest of your friends wouldn’t be able to rest or stay still for that matter. Even though you’d only been with them for a short while, it was easy to tell that an opportunity like this wouldn’t allow any of them to simply stay in for the night and sleep. Luffy was probably looking for more food, given that dinner had been cut short. Nami was definitely exploring the mansion, whilst grabbing whatever shiny trinket caught her attention. And Zoro? He was probably looking for more booze. You’ve very quickly come to learn that the man enjoyed his alcohol, and needed it in most instances.

You, however, were exhausted. A lot of things in your life had so rapidly changed and being out on sea, cramped in a small ship hadn’t left you a lot of opportunities to rest. The bed you’d been given for the night seemed far too tempting to ignore, especially knowing you probably wouldn’t get a chance like this one again.

So, changing out of the dress you’d borrowed from Kaya, feeling slightly disappointed you hadn’t gotten the chance to wear it for longer, you changed back into the clothes you’d borrowed from Nami and lay down on the bed.

You instantly sink into the cushion that is your mattress for tonight, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you feel your tense muscle instantly ease.

However, you learn quickly it isn’t so easy to fall asleep. Even on a large and soft bed, you were now struggling with the actual act of falling asleep. You couldn’t completely relax. For a multitude of reasons. Even though you were free of him, you’d only escaped Buggy a short while ago. The scars of what he’d done to you were still heavily prevalent and you doubted they’d go away anytime soon. Every time you close your eyes, you can see those gleaming eyes and hear his laugh echo in your mind.

You can feel the scars that cover your body from his abuse.

Beyond that, you can’t get rid of the uneasy feeling you felt about Klahadore. It was obvious the man was more than just a nasty butler. He’d been extremely controlling over Kaya all night, starting with not letting her eat anything other than that soup (which definitely wasn’t meant to be consumed) and the presence of Usopp and you and your friends seemed to particularly annoy him. It was obvious he was hiding something, you just weren’t sure what.

An hour or so must pass of you lost in your thoughts without getting any closer to actually falling asleep. You’re just about to give up in frustration, pressing the palms of your hands into your eyes with a groan of frustration, when a large bang startles you. It’s instantly followed by a mechanical whirring noise. You jump up, gaze snapping around for the source of the noise. You frown when you realize the noise is coming from the large window in your room. There was a shutter coming down, blocking out the nightlight and effectively trapping any escape through it.

The lights in your room, despite having been turned off for you to sleep, were now flickering on and off.

Swallowing thickly, you crawl out of bed, moving towards the window. Your hands tentatively reach out for the window only to realize the shutter is on the other side of the glass pane. It was clearly intended to block people out, but also lock people inside.

“What the…” 

Turning around, your eyes fall on your door, rushing towards it and letting out a soft breath of relief when you realize that it is still open.

The windows in the hall are no different than the one in your room. You also notice that the lights are flickering on and off in the whole house, making the large mansion seem entirely eerie in a different way.

Heart racing, your unease from before triples into terror as you begin moving down the hall. Your hope is to find one window or door that isn’t being barricaded, to try and escape. That doesn’t happen. Every window is blocked out by the metal shutters. Someone was putting the house on lockdown.

You fear you already know who that someone was.

Picking up the speed of your step, you turn down the hallway, glancing back the way you’d come in fear there was someone following you. Only, that causes you to crash right into another body. You let out a startled scream, fighting the hands that fall on your shoulders, thinking you’ve run into Klahadore himself.

“Y/N! Y/N, it’s me!”

Blinking, you turn, focusing your gaze in front of you and easing when you seem a familiar head of orange hair.

“Nami,” you breathe, relieved. Reaching for her, you grab her arms. “I’m so happy to see you. Where’s Zoro? Luffy? Do you know what’s going on? Why is the house in lockdown?”

She just shakes her head at you, eyes flipping around, seeming rushed. “I can’t answer all those questions right now,” she huffs, shuffling back as she tugs you along, fingers wrapping around your wrist. “There’s no time. Kaya’s in danger!”

She turns to race back down the way you’d just come from. You let her pull you, rushing to match her pace as you shake your head in confusion.

“Kaya’s in danger?” You echo, “Nami, what’s happening?”

Glancing at you over her shoulder, never slowing her pace, Nami frowns. “It’s the butler, Klahadore. Him and that maid and chef are going to kill Kaya! They’re pirates and they want the shipyard! They’ve been poisoning Kaya this entire time…”

Eyes widening, you quicken your pace so you’re next to her rather than beyond. Briefly, Nami glances at you once more, and you just nod at her. You’re shocked and you’re dying to ask more questions; like how she knows or where the rest of your friends are. But you know time is of the essence right now and you don’t need to know all those to believe her. “Lead the way,” you assure. “You know where Kaya’s room is?”

Blinking at you, Nami only pauses for a second. “Y-Yeah,” she answers. “It’s just down the hall.”

A few minutes later the both of you are stopping in front of a set of double doors. You let Nami take the lead, chancing a nervous glance behind you in fear that Klahadore will come around the corner any second. It takes Nami a few seconds before she manages to get the door open, and the second she does, you both rush in.

Her shoulders ease when she sees Kaya, Usopp behind her. “Thank God you’re alive.”

Kaya hovers by the table she’d been sitting at, frowning. 

“Why wouldn’t we be alive?”

-

“Poison?” Kaya echos, breathless. “What are you talking about?”

Shuffling near the door, you glance between it and Kaya and Nami.

“I overheard them in the kitchen,” Nami explains. “It’s been going on for years.”

Kaya hesitates, fiddling her hands in front of her as she glances over at Usopp. “Did Usopp put you up to this?”

“I didn’t even know,” Usopp instantly denies. He doesn’t look angered by Kaya’s accusation, if anything, he looks more upset than she does. His face is distraught, eyes flickering across the tea set Kaya has on the table. “I gave you that tea.”

“Think about it, Kaya. When did you start getting sick? Was it around the time Kuro started working here?”

By the expression on her face, the answer is obvious.

“Listen to me,” Nami urges, grabbing her hands and pulling her focus back on her. “If we stay here, we die. We have to leave now.”

“Easier said than done,” you breathe. “Everything is locked down. And if Klaha—Kuro is after you, he’s probably already on his way here.” Shaking your head, you turn to look at them. “Where are we gonna go?”

Meeting your eyes, Kaya lets out a shaky breath.

-

You freeze when Kaya starts coughing, your entire body tensing.

Almost instantly, five blades slice through the wall of the mansion, missing Kaya and Usopp by an inch as the two of them fly back. You stumble back in response, trying to make room in the narrow servants corridors. But then, Kuro is pulling his blades back before slicing them back in in a different spot, this time right by Nami.

Just as Usopp turns to rush forward, Kuro’s blades stop him.

“It’s your birthday,” Kuro growls from the other side of the wall. “It’s time to celebrate.”

He slices his blades through again, this time both, one of each side of Kaya, the ones on her left nicking her on her arm.

Heart falling at the small cry that leaves her lips and processing just how dire of a situation you’re all in, the thought that pops up in your mind seems like the best option. You say it before you even realize what you’re saying. “Go,” you hiss, quietly enough that Kuro can’t hear you but the three of them can. Their eyes instantly fall on you. “I’ll distract him.”

Eyes widening, Nami shakes her head. “What? Y/N, no!” She turns to face you.

You jump as he sends his blades through once again, this time narrowly missing you, Nami stumbling back in response to avoid them as well.

“We’ve no choice,” you argue, “he’s going to kill Kaya!”

“Y/N—”

You don’t let Usopp finish, ignoring the look in Nami’s eyes as you step back.

“Stay here until I’m gone,” you whisper, meeting each of their gazes before nodding.

Then, with one last breath in, you pick up your pace, deliberating making your footsteps loud as to entice Kuro. You force a cough from your throat, hoping the barrier of the wall muffles the fact that your voice sounds different from Kaya's. As you run, you hear footsteps following you, and the distinctive voice of Kuro laughing;

“Come on then, Kaya! Don’t keep me waiting!”

With no plan in mind, you continue running, going back the way you’d just come and hope that Kuro continues to fall for the bait. You hope he’ll just assume Kaya got scared and went running back to her room.

Breathless, you continue to make your footsteps loud, forcing a cough every now and then, trying to buy as much time for Kaya and the others as you can.

Making your way back to the entrance you’d gone through in Kaya’s room, your eye flickers across her entire room, trying to find something to help yourself. You couldn’t fight to start with, but something was better than standing there helplessly. Grabbing one of the chairs around her tea table, you make your way towards the door. You definitely didn’t want to be trapped in her room with Kuro.

The second you step out of the room, you see Kuro in the hall, a few feet away from you.

You freeze and his eyes widen when he realizes it’s you and not Kaya. For a second, you both just stand there, waiting, and you watch as anger blazes in his eyes, mouth setting into a thin line. You fear he’ll go back in the direction of Kaya and the rest, so, stepping forward, you take the chair you’d grab and throw it at him. It doesn’t even reach him, crashing into the ground before his feet as his eyes lower to eye it, before falling back on you.

Then, you run. You turn to the right, racing down the hall opposite of him, making yourself move as fast as you possibly can. Maybe you could find Zoro, he’d know what to do. Nami had explained Luffy had been poisoned, but maybe if you could find him, you’d at least be able to help him. He’d defeated Buggy after all, so maybe he’d…. Shaking your head from that though, you remind yourself he’d been poisoned. Finding him would probably only put him in more danger.

Maybe you could find the switch that was keeping this place in lockdown. If you flipped it back, that’d help Kaya and the rest and give you an opportunity to escape.

You turn down a series of hallways all whilst hearing the thunderous steps of Kuro behind you. You’re happy he’s following you and taking the bait, but now that you’ve done it, you’re not exactly sure what your plan is. He curses at you, threatening he’ll do worse to you if you don’t stop. The threats make your heart race and your throat clam up with fear.

You never stop running though.

At least, until there’s nowhere else to run. As you make a turn, you realize you’ve made your way to the main foyer. 

Your eyes instantly fall on the maid and chef. 

Their eyes instantly zone in on you, gleaming with interest and smiling as your eyes widen at the sight of them.

“Fuck,” you breathe.

Just then, Kuro catches up to you, stopping right behind you.

You’re thoroughly trapped, pinned on either side by Kuro and his crew, and the only exit was currently locked down.

“Got nowhere to run now, have you?” Kuro laughs, voice thick with desire to kill. You inhale sharply, stumbling back as he steps towards you. As you make your way down the small set of stairs, you’re quickly reminded of Kuro’s crew as you hear them laugh mockingly behind you. A quick glance behind you tells you they're right behind you, so you freeze in the spot.

What the hell were you supposed to do now?

Cornered, you try to look for an escape, but there isn’t one. You already didn’t have a hope of fighting off Kuro, and you definitely didn’t have a hope of fighting all three of them. Your only weapon had been that chair, which was now broken and hadn’t even hit Kuro.

“Annoying,” Kuro hisses, glaring down at you. “Playing the hero and leading me away from Kaya.”

Shoulders tensing, you stare up at him.

His hand swings out before you can dodge it, slicing across your face in a way that pulls a scream from your lips. It hits directly on your right cheek, slicing across the strap of your eyepatch and into your skin. Blood beads across the four slices as your eyepatch falls to the ground. You watch it hit the ground in despair, shredded by his blades. Biting back the sob that wants to fall from your lips, you clutch at your cheek, turning back to look at Kuro.

He grins at you. With your right eye now visible, there’s a particularly cruel gleam that floods his eyes. “Well, look at that.”

Embarrassment brews in your chest, wanting to turn your face away and hide. The sting of your cheek is painful, and you can’t help the tremble of your body. You’re all too easily reminded of your helplessness. You’d told Luffy you were a lousy fighter and when he’d brushed it off with no concern, that’d given you the hope that maybe it wasn’t so bad. You were naive to think having no fighting skills wouldn’t catch up to you when dealing with pirates and even more of a fool to think that your brave plan to help Nami, Usopp and Kaya wouldn’t end in your death.

You didn’t regret doing what you had. You hope that by leading Kuro away, they’d already found an escape route. But you didn’t want to die either. You’d just escaped from Buggy too, and now you were going to die at the hands of another sick pirate crew.

“Such a shame too,” he mocks, “you were so pretty.”

Biting your lip, you swallow thickly.

“Finish her off for me and we’ll hide her body with the green-haired swordsman after I’ve finished with Kaya.”

Your heart starts at the mention of Zoro, terror flooding you at the thought that he might be hurt, or worse, dead.

“Zoro?” You breathe, voice pitching. Turning to Kuro, you shake your head. “What did you do to him?”

Kuro snorts, “he’s dead. Along with your captain, and your friends, as well as Kaya, will follow suit soon.” He grins, ear to ear, as his crew laughs behind him. “Try not to worry then, dear. You’ll be reunited with them all soon enough.”

Kuro turns to leave then, not sparing you another glance, leaving his crew to kill you off for him.

-

“Y/N. Y/N!”

Feeling hands grab at you, your limp body is spun and pulled into a chest as you slowly blink open your eyes. Everything hurts, your entire body is stinging to the point that even the slightest movement has you crying out in pain.

“Y/N!”

You recognize that voice. Forcing your vision to clear in your left eye, you ease when you see a familiar head of green hair. The relief that floods you is immediate, allowing you to ignore your own discomfort.

“Zoro,” you rasp, voice cracking with strain. “You’re alive.”

Zoro frowns down at you. “What the hell happened?” Shifting, his left hand falls on your waist, pressing against the nasty cut you were currently bleeding out from. His eyes fall on the wound and he huffs. “Shit. You’re losing too much blood.”

Setting you gently back on the ground, Zoro leans back, grabbing the hem of his shirt and ripping a strip of it off. You watch him with your good eye, bleary and dazed, body limp in his grasp as he tugs you up, slipping the strip under you so he can tie it around your waist, applying pressure to your cut.

Using all your strength, you raise your arm, gripping onto his arm. “Kuro,” you gasp, voice pitching. “The butler, he—”

Zoro shakes his head. “I know, Y/N. Fuck, did you really try to fight him?”

You laugh at that, weakly. “I’m a lousy fighter.” When Zoro doesn’t laugh with you, you sigh, letting your head fall back. “He was after Kaya… I distracted him to give them time.”

Zoro just blinks down at you, stunned, taking in the cuts across your cheek, and the bleeding wound in your stomach, his chest flooding with rage.

“We need to get you out here,” Zoro says, moving to pick you up. “We need to get you help.”

You just shake your head, pushing against his arm. “Kaya, Usopp and Nami… They… They need help.”

“Luffy’s got it,” Zoro says, trying to grab you.

You push harder. “Those two—the ma-maid and chef… they’re still—”

“Here?” A new voice cuts in, both you and Zoro glancing towards the front door only to see both of them there. Despite their ridiculous get up, your heart races with fear.

Something shifts in Zoro’s gaze. It’s an expression you’ve never seen. His eyes darken as his lips straighten, and he’s gently pulling back from you, making sure you’re settled on the ground, as he stands, pulling out the two black handled katanas.

“Just hang on, Y/N,” he whispers down at you, meeting your eyes from above as you glance up at him. You’re surprised by the burning rage in his gaze and it’s not at all directed at you. “I’ll kill them and then we’ll get you somewhere safe.”

Too tired to realize how those words would’ve made you feel normally, you nod weakly, letting your head fall back, knowing that Zoro will keep his word.

-

Zoro had been deliberate about keeping the fight away from you.

Having tucked you into the corner, you could only really hear the sounds of his fight. You wanted to get up and help, but you knew even without your injuries, you wouldn’t be able to do anything. And as you hear the sounds of metal clanging against metal, you make a mental note to actually take those lessons from Zoro up. You were learning and had learned far too quickly that having not even a bit of self-defence skill was not possible if you were going to be on Luffy’s crew.

It takes Zoro an impressively little amount of time to defeat Kuro’s crew. You can hear the waning sounds of fighting as you force yourself to turn, ignoring the ache that burns through your entire body. Your left eye shows you he’s in the midst of tying the two up, both of them growling in frustration and fighting weakly in protest. 

Unaware of the way Zoro’s gaze falls on you, you press your hand to the ground, using it as leverage to push yourself up to your feet. Your teeth grind against one another as you lift yourself up, managing to shift your feet underneath you before a sharp shoot of pain has you crying out. Instantly, your arm gives out beneath you, and you go crashing towards the ground.

Or, at least, you would’ve, had an arm not caught your fault.

“Are you crazy?” Zoro breathes, shaking his head at you as he shifts you in his grip. “You’ve lost too much blood for you to be trying to stand up.”

Letting your hand fall on his arm, you breathe in sharply. “We… I’m worried about Kaya, Usopp and Nami,” you rasp, voice cracking at the end. “I need to check on them.”

“I told you Luffy had it, damn it,” Zoro huffs, before he shuffles, setting his left hand on your back and the other moving to hold your hand. He helps pull you to your feet, going slow to not hurt you more as his eyes flicker from the wound in your stomach to your face. You're drenched in sweat and blood, but the expression on your face is determined. “Worry about yourself.”

He says it with an expression of frustration, but he lets you lean your entire weight against him and doesn't pull away.

Meeting his eyes, you frown. “I’m worried about Luffy too.” You breathe, “and not because I don’t have faith in him but—”

“Zoro! Y/N!”

Lips parting, you glance up, eyes falling on Luffy himself as he comes racing down the stairs to your right. Behind him is Nami and then Usopp and Kaya. The smile that had been on Luffy’s lips falters at the sight of you when he sees the blood on your shirt, hesitating by the bottom of the stairs. Something shifts in his gaze, a look of anger you’ve never seen on the boy before. But before you can ponder on it for much longer, Nami pushes past him.

“Oh, my God,” Nami calls, eyes wide. “Y/N.”

She reaches you in seconds, bending to get a better look at the wound in your stomach.

You glance at her, then at Luffy, before your eyes drift past him to Usopp and Kaya. Everyone looks at you in a similar way, eyes drowning in concern.

“I’m okay,” you assure, trying to ease their worry. “It’s just a scratch.”

“She’s lying,” Zoro grunts, never letting go of you. “She needs medical attention.”

Nami shakes her head. “She probably needs stitches,” she breathes, voice pitching in panic as she pulls back your tattered shirt, getting a closer look at the wound. Turning to Zoro, she meets his gaze. “I know a little bit but not for something like this.”

“I can help,” Kaya calls out, weakly stepping away from Usopp’s arm as she smiles at you. “I know a little about stitching and cleaning a wound. Plus, it’s the least I can do. Leading Kuro away like that… I can’t ever thank you enough, Y/N.”

Smiling faintly, you brush her off; “you don’t need to thank me. You’re my friend, I wanted to help.”

Kaya looks at you astonished, but before she can respond, Nami is turning to her. “We better be quick,” she urges, looking concerned for you but also antsy. “The marines already know where we are. The longer we stay, the closer they get to catching up to us.”

Kaya nods, instantly moving towards her, just as Luffy speaks up; 

“Where are we gonna go?” He asks, seemingly snapping out of his revere as he glances at his friends. “We don’t even have a ship.”

Pausing by you, Kaya turns to him; “yes,” she smiles. “You do.”

-

“Honestly, the both of you, I’m fine.”

Glancing at each other, Nami and Zoro make it clear they don’t believe you.

Sat in between them, you huff, touching the now stitched and bandaged wound on your stomach before letting your fingers drift across your cheek. After Kaya had stitched you up and given you something for the pain, you’d all headed out immediately. The ship she’d given you was named the ‘Going Merry’ in honour of her late friend Merry and Usopp and Kaya had shared a rather sweet kiss before the former agreed to join you.

Now with a bigger ship and five members, it was starting to feel like you all were actually a pirate crew. You felt closer with all of them and sharing that fight together, even if all you’d managed to do is get hurt, felt like you’d all truly bonded.

That, however, seemed to have both Zoro and Nami acting like overbearing, worried mothers over you. You could barely take two steps without one of them telling you to rest. 

“Seriously,” you pout, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m not a child. I can still do things for myself.”

“You have a cut that wraps around your entire waist, Y/N,” Nami reminds, curling a brow at you as she sets down the Grand Line map. “Not to mention your face.”

You gape at her, trying to find something to argue against and coming up blank, you turn your gaze to Zoro. He’s slouched back against the edge of the bench you’re all sitting at, head turned towards the window, but the expression on his face and his returning silence tells you he feels the same as Nami.

Seriously, for two distant and rather intimidating people, they sure were overprotective.

“I promise I’m fine. And the second I’m fully healed, I’ll be roping Zoro into giving me some fighting lessons so something like this never happens again.”

That pulls Zoro’s eyes on you. “I definitely will be teaching you some moves,” he assures. “For the next time you decide to sacrifice yourself.”

He glares at you but it doesn’t amount to much and you let out a small giggle at that, cheeks warming faintly. You miss the way his gaze softens the second you do, but Nami who’s sat across from him definitely doesn’t. Zoro promptly ignores her knowing smirk.

“I think it was badass!”

Sharply reminded of his presence, all three of your eyes fall on Luffy who’s sitting at the other side of the table.

“Though,” he pauses, a smile faltering on his face. “I would rather you didn’t get covered in blood next time we fight.”

You snort at that, sending him a reassuring smile. “No worries, Captain,” you send him a thumbs up. “I’ll make sure not to worry everyone again.”

Nami rolls her eyes and Zoro scoffs, but Luffy’s face stretches into a wide smile, nodding at you.

“A shame though,” he adds a moment later, almost as an after-thought. “I did think your eyepatch was cool.”

Shoulders tensing, you’re sharply reminded of the fact that because of Kuro, your eyepatch had been sliced to shreds. You’d asked Kaya if she’d be able to stitch it back together, but she’d only frowned and said it was ruined beyond repair. You knew you could just get a new eyepatch, but you didn’t know when you’d get the opportunity to do so. Let alone if you’d even have the money to buy one.

As a result, you’d been forced to depart from Gecko Islands without it and feeling entirely too seen and vulnerable with your eyes there for everyone to see. You’d been hiding behind it for as long as you can remember and you were desperately trying to ignore the fact that you couldn’t until now.

You knew Luffy meant nothing behind it, but you couldn’t help the way you instinctively curled into yourself in response.

“Cha,” Zoro calls out, clicking his tongue, “she doesn’t need it anyways. She looks badass enough without it.”

Lips parting, your stunned eyes fall on him. He’s pointedly not looking at you, eyes focused back on the window to his right, but you notice a faint flush across his cheeks.

Nami giggles quietly to herself. “Zoro’s right,” she agrees, smiling at you when you turn to look at her. “The eyepatch just hid your face and you shouldn’t be ashamed of the way you look.”

Lips still gaping, the warmth that floods through your chest is undeniable. 

“Ah!” Luffy exclaims a second later, “you guys are right! Your eye is even more awesome than the eyepatch! Both of your eyes!”

A smile curls onto your lips, eyes falling to your lap as you let their words flood through you, basking in the kindness. No one has ever made you feel so… normal about your eye and the way it looks. Not just normal, but accepted. 

In that moment, every cruel insult that has ever been thrown your way becomes immeasurable to the words your friends say to you then.

“Guys! Check it out!”

Swallowing thickly, the moment is interrupted as Usopp comes bounding into the room, a grin plastered on his face. “Using my unparalleled artistic talent, I made us a new Jolly Roger for the ship.” Grabbing Luffy by the arm, he pulls him up to his feet, making Luffy hold the Jolly Roger as he opens it to show you all. 

It’s a skull, as expected, but… Usopp-ified. 

“Ta-da!”

Usopp chuckles in excitement, still grinning from ear to ear, as you grimace. Luffy was not going to like that.

“I know. I know,” Usopp laughs, “my flair for design often leaves people speechless.”

Folding the Jolly Roger back up, Luffy hands it back to Usopp with a forced smile.

“I already drew our flag,” Luffy explains.

“Okay,” Usopp snorts, “but this one is so much better.”

Zoro just sighs from beside you. “Neither of the flags are gonna scare anyone away.”

“Okay,” Usopp drawls, wrapping his Jolly Roger around his shoulders. “But the Jolly Roger is supposed to reflect the captain.”

Luffy doesn’t hesitate; “I am the captain. We are the Straw Hat crew—”

“—They call me Captain Usopp.”

You bite your lip, watching as the two proceed to talk over one another.

Then, Nami laughs.

It gives everyone pause, turning to her as she lets her head fall in amusement, shoulders shaking with laughter.

Everyone follows suit after that. 

Pressing your hand to your lips, your eyes crinkle in warmth and delight.

“You see?” Luffy grins, patting Usopp on the shoulders. “This is what it’s all about. From now on, it’s all gonna be smooth sailing.”

As if jinxing it, the sound of a cannon firing echoes right after his words. A second later, a thud hits the boat as the entire ship rocks, causing you to lose your balance and fall forward. You tilt, pain shooting through you as you agitate your wound.

Hands fall on you.

“You okay?” Zoro asks, eyes flickering across you.

You nod, “yeah.” You say slowly, breathless, as you glance around at the rest.

“What was that?” Usopp gasps.

Nami just sighs, moving to stand. “You had to open your mouth.”

Waiting for Zoro to stand, you follow after him, moving slower than the rest as they make their way up to the deck. Cannon continues to fire, some rocking the ship, until you all see the cause of the explosions.

“Marines!” Nami yells, “we’re under attack!”

Moving up the stairs, you nod gratefully at Zoro as he helps you up the final few steps, watching as Luffy takes the telescope to see who's attacking you.

Your eyes widen, however, when he calls out;

“Grandpa?!”

[maddie-sometimes-maggie]

Oh my…it’s already been 6 months since I had FFS. I think it’s time for “that” post. The before and after results. This is a long one…

In late October 2024 I had Facial Feminization Surgery. I’ve tried to be transparent (ha) here that I’ve had this surgery. Unfortunately, the reality is that many of us may need to get procedures like this to feel comfortable with our bodies. Is it necessary for everyone? No, you can transition to whatever makes YOU comfortable and at peace with your body. For me, FFS is what I needed to help me achieve that. I worked really really hard to get this surgery and I want to share my experience.

So as a background, I began medically transitioning at 31, and inherited my family’s very masculine facial structures. AMAB or AFAB, most in my blood family have strong masculine features and hormonal imbalances. Longterm T exposure didn’t help me at all either. Looking back at old pictures before my FFS is really hard now. It’s hard to believe that is ME.

I feel it is important to share the magic that FFS can accomplish. E is amazing but it can’t change bones all that much. I believe it is really important to compare our changes with everything over time in our journeys. Many of these photos before FFS were during my first year medically transitioning. No matter what hairstyles or makeup techniques I tried, nothing could hide the insecurities that FFS would eventually take away. For a while I tried to convince myself I didn’t need surgeries…but I knew I’d never be happy without it. I jumped at the opportunity to get it when I found out my insurance covered it.

Then came October. It was a brutal recovery. I have a very low tolerance to pain. However, I never felt any of this was impossible and I was very much supported by my doctors. The recovery was challenging for other reasons too. It limited my ability to eat for a bit and I was really uncomfortable for a couple weeks. I had a constant feeling of disorientation during the first week as my vision is pretty bad and without being able to put my contacts in I was practically blind. The nausea also was debilitating at times. This isn’t what happens to everyone but this is what experienced.

My jaw was also severely limited. It was mostly because of the inside the mouth incision to contour the chin and jaw. I could barely open my mouth. By the end of November I could eat sushi by squishing it with a spoon. By late December I could eat small sandwiches and most of my mobility returned. The swelling also took a while to go down. I’d say by February, four months later, I felt that most of the swelling had disappeared or was on its way out. Today, some swelling remains in my chin and my nose.

The liberation and freedom of expression FFS gave to a face like mine has been truly life saving. My style has changed rather dramatically. My brows are now lifted and I no longer make them higher, in fact I just keep them clean, thin them a little, and highlight in tinted gel and maybe add a little red to them. I also can finally do eye shadow, which is was one of my most anticipated aspects of this surgery. I also just feel liberated from my parents. I had a really rough upbringing and no longer being defined by my father’s forehead or my mother’s chin brings me so much peace.

Not pictured is my presence. I’ve heard countless people tell me that I’m happier, more comfortable, and more outgoing than I was before my surgery. I used to calculate my every move so people wouldn’t see my brow bone or an unflattering masculine angle. I don’t worry at all about that anymore. I truly am free. I am just me regardless of the angle. People see this in public too. I’m consistently given the male gaze or they try to make conversation with me. I catch women looking at my hair and outfits all the time. I pass very well.

So now I sit here at six months. And I’m absolutely thrilled with my results. If you are on the fence, and it’s accessible to you, I highly recommend to get FFS if it will help you achieve greater peace and comfort with your mind and body. I went to a surgeon in NYC, and would be happy to share the details if you’d like. I also would be able to answer questions about the whole process of getting and recovering from FFS. I hope this has been helpful to you!

This is my 6 month result:

[dunmesh]

can't stop thinking about dungeon meshi btw. how it comes down to being able to appreciate the hard and painful times because of the moments of happiness you experienced along the way.

it's about falin being able to forgive and look beyond the harsh way things were done- be it their father announcing he will send her away from the village or laios leaving her behind- partly due to her personality, and how she used to prioritize her loved ones' needs and emotions over her own, but also because of the positive impact that road eventually had on her. she knows her family was trying to protect her but what truly made it impossible to regret the path she had to take were the precious memories she made later on- it was learning magic and seeing new places and becoming friends with marcille and of course she couldn't hate it all, she was happy. it's about laios feeling so utterly miserable because on his end, it seemed like nothing good or enjoyable happened to him after leaving home, aside from the letters written by falin. but how long can a child be satisfied with another's happiness which he never got to experience himself?

so it really is beautiful that the series started off with him realizing that this journey allowed him to finally feel that happiness he was yearning for-

-and ended with everyone else realizing it too. when you first read chapter 11 it's just a funny gag about people not understanding laios, but it genuinely was too early for them to share his sentiment. they needed to come to terms with it on their own, with chilchuck opening up to them and senshi resolving the hovering mystery of his past and izutsumi freeing herself and joining their party and marcille facing her greatest fear. the winged lion was taking advantage of the loneliness and anger and pain lingering in laios's heart, but even it couldn't deny this. how, despite everything, he couldn't be satiated and his own happiness couldn't be complete without his friends' happiness too. how it was always about everyone enjoying a meal together.

and then there's marcille, who refused to admit it until the very end. it's in the way she had such a hard time fully accepting eating monsters despite how tasty she found them, not just due to how weird they were but also because she tried rejecting and burying her own pleasure and joy during this entire journey. from the very beginning, she was only willing to endure the pain and suffering.

as if she couldn't accept feeling an ounce of comfort, satisfaction, let alone happiness while falin was suffering on her own. and it might've been laios's reaction as well if all of this had happend a decade ago- i mean, that's exactly what he did back then. blaming himself for leaving her behind, being tormented by her loneliness and absence while falin was actually slowly moving towards a brighter future. it was him that was stuck, not her. but he kept focusing on her pain to ignore how deep the hole in his own heart had become, consumed by guilt to ignore his own agony, or to make sense of it- because maybe he did deserve it after all he had done.

and for that reason marcille was so terrified of admitting there was warmth in what she considered the depths of hell. because it would mean accepting falin going ahead of her and leaving her behind, accepting the inevitable she was trying so hard to deny and the end of her dream.

but it was learning there's joy even in her worst nightmare that allowed her to finally embrace those moments of pleasure that made her life worth living, however short they were. she realized that her pursuit would take away the things that truly mattered to her, that if she had succumbed to her fear of loss she would've been the one hurting her loved ones, just as happened to thistle. laios asking her to use ancient magic for falin's resurrection and then encouraging her to not give up on her desires during the nightmare chapter was a direct parallel to delgal being the one to push thistle down the road of destruction, while both marcille and thistle were trying to protect the people most important to their friends.

but in marcille's case, laios was able to understand her at the end, pulling her back just before she descended to complete ruin. it's truly fascinating how the story is not only about laios being understood but also getting to understand others properly, deeply- it's about mutual understanding, the balance between two people he never managed to maintain before. and i think it's only after seeing thistle's tragedy that he was able to fully realize what might become of marcille down the line. so while delgal put the weight of the world on thistle's shoulders, laios was the one to tell marcille she doesn't have to do that. because even if falin's resurrection hadn't succeeded, they both already know- there's happiness even in the dungeon's pit. and it's by preparing a hearty meal made of her loved one's remains that marcille was able to truly accept it- thus allowing herself to enjoy it to the fullest, embracing the cycle of life, no matter how weird or painful or grotesque it is.

[chuwenjie]

i really enjoyed you sharing your intern story, but i was also keenly aware while reading that it seems like that trajectory is only possible if you have enough money to jump at the opportunity. things like buying a plane ticket, potentially break and lease, and sign a new one with just a few weeks' notice, and then work minimum wage only a couple of days a week while there? do you have any advice for how you were able to make that financially feasible, or in your opinion is breaking into the industry only possible by having a ton of cash to burn on last minute and under-compensated internships? this is asked without judgement; i do really appreciate your insights, and am asking out of desire to carve this path for myself with limited resources. thank you!

(Note: this reply is regarding this post)

You're 100% right - the way that studios structure internship positions highly favor students that have the financial means to drop everything and move to California for a few months, for little to no compensation. The fact that they don't offer any form of housing assistance or travel stipend makes it incredibly difficult to take on an internship without already having savings ready to go.

I was very thankful and lucky that my parents had saved funds for my higher education, which is how I had money to do the internship, but I totally recognize how much of a privilege that is. I think the fault is on the studios for making these programs inaccessible, especially when it could be an experience with the potential to shape the course of an artist's career.

There are a couple things that could possibly help - the first is that internships already require you to be a student enrolled in college, and it's possible you could try asking your school for financial assistance for the internship. Some schools have special funds set aside for things like this and it's always worth to see if your school does.

The second would be that the pandemic vastly changed the way studios operate, with many of them now allowing full-time or hybrid remote employees. During the beginning of COVID, internships were done virtually, and perhaps it's still possible to ask if the studio is willing to accommodate a remote internship.

My last advice though, would be that being unable to participate in an internship is NOT the end of the world. Getting an internship in the animation industry is WAY harder than getting a job - the vast majority of artists I've worked with never had internships, and many of them transferred into animation from other disciplines like engineering or computer science. The way I got my first job also was not directly through my internship, it was actually through a Dreamworks showrunner discovering my artwork on Twitter and reaching out to me about a job. These days, social media has so much power to connect us to opportunities that would have been extremely hard to get in the past and I would definitely keep that in mind as you continue your journey! Wishing you all the best of luck.

[vickyvicarious]

I love how Jonathan's first entry reveals so evidently just how much he loves Mina, and how much he means this diary to help him share this trip with her. They both want to travel together, and can't do that yet, but he's going to try and make sure he can experience it for her and tell her all about it.

He begins (and thus the book itself begins) with highly specific notes about train timetables. I'm certain this is for her.

He notes down multiple recipes to bring back for her. I think this is not only him liking the food, but also a lovely way of letting her experience some of the journey too. If he brings back the recipe, she can taste the same unfamiliar meals he did.

His notes of what he sees and is thinking about are made with the specific intent of being able to better remember all the details when relaying this story to Mina later.

His memo to ask the Count about local superstitions definitely seems like the kind of thing Mina would enjoy, given her fun with the spooky elements of Whitby. He obviously has his own interest in the local history, but I wouldn't be surprised if that particular detail was also something which made him think of Mina.

When you know them well enough to look for it, this entry is just overflowing with love for Mina. And so much eager anticipation for the future! It's very sweet and also aches, knowing what's to come.

[angelicgirlmj]

an angels guide: solo valentines

hey angels! whether or not you are single this year valentines is more than just a celebration of romantic love, it should be one of platonic, familial and most importantly self love! oscar wilde wrote ‘to love oneself is the beginning of a life long romance’ and that quote feels so relevant and meaningful to me. after all the only person who will always be with you and experience every moment with you is yourself - you have to give them the love they deserve. with that being said here it is, an angels guide to solo valentines!

write a list of every single thing you love about yourself. doesn’t matter how long or short, how utterly random or specific it is, the point is for you to have a reminder of what makes you loveable in your eyes that is just for you!

read a self discovery book, it could be from any author, genre, fictitious or not, find a book that prominently features a journey of self exploration.

be kind to yourself. have that snack, go to bed a little earlier, take a walk even though it’s cold, stretch as you wake up, whatever helps you treat yourself lovingly and kindly.

buy a physical magazine - cute, girly and depending on the kind you get valentines themed! my favourites are vogue, the new yorker and the paris review!

write yourself a love letter. make it special, meaningful, sweet, whatever you need to receive in the moment. save it till valentines.

buy yourself a little treat. maybe your favourite flowers or snack, maybe a movie ticket, whatever it is get yourself a gift because you deserve to shower yourself with love!

have an everything shower or bath. be slow and mindful, light a candle and put on a playlist, spend as long as you want doing all of your favourite shower activities. use that shower lotion you save for special occasions and spray yourself with a favourite perfume even if you just are getting cozy for bed.

bake yourself something sweet (or savoury, i just associate sweet things with valentines!). maybe strawberry and white chocolate scones, dark chocolate raspberry mouse or a comforting tray of brownies. save it just for you or share with friends and family!

take yourself on a solo date, spend deliberate and conscious time alone. maybe it’s something small like getting a matcha and reading in a coffee shop, maybe it’s something bigger like a shopping spree at your favourite clothes shop or maybe it’s even a solo trip away! do whatever feels right, affordable and needed for you in this moment.

make a self love, valentines playlist!

declutter your room and make your space bright, cozy and comforting. celebrate and honour your space and self, take the time to pick through the things you love, clean them, treat them with care.

have a romcom film night! make a list, get your fave movie snacks, a drink and cozy blanket and settle in and get cozy.

be creative, learn a new creative skill or rediscover an old one, please use your hands, use your mind, make something just for yourself regardless of how good you think it is.

explore your city or town or the place you live by yourself (if safe and able to do so!), bring a camera or take pictures on your phone. stop and be in the moment, find pockets of brightness and beauty. bring your headphones, find a song that fits your mood. pick up pretty rocks or things you find them and save them. keep things that will remind you of yourself in this moment, this place and put them in a junk journal or memory box.

move your body in a way that honours it and is kind. do a dance workout with rests when you need, move slowly during a pilates workout, go for a run and take the time to breath deeply and drink cold, fresh water. love your body and all that it does for you.

i know for many (regardless of their relationship status) can feel at best bored or like this time of year is pointless, or at worse lonely and upset. this year i want you to focus on finding love within yourself, because, angels, you are so full of it. let internal love fulfill you and then let the external find you. what are your plans for solo valentines or solo valentines activities this month? let me know i would love to hear it and get some inspiration!

happy valentines! love, m.

[flcwermimi]

❛ THE ICEBERG EFFECT IN THE VOID STATE ❜

Even after doing right things / following the right method / being persistant towards our desires sometimes we don't get the fruitful outcome and we all have asked ourselves WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?

According to the research our conscious mind which is aware of our feelings, thoughts and behaviour is like a tip of an ICEBERG visible above the water & on the other hand majority of the iceberg, representing the unconscious mind, lies hidden beneath the surface.The unconscious mind is thought to contain instincts, repressed memories, and other mental processes that we are not directly aware of, but which still influence our behavior and decision-making.

Hand to Hand same happens on our Void/Manifestation journey. The ICEBERG in the void state are :

— SUPPRESSED EMOTIONS - Not being able to confess what u actually feel & often ignoring the emotions overcome this by doing some action regarding when u actually feel happy or angry CONFESS IT ' I am happy/ angry '

— UNRESOLVED PAST TRAUMA/ ISSUE - Even u feel it doesn't effect at all but it does unconsciously the burden of UNRESOLVED THINGS or UNADRESSES ISSUE can lead to several mental issue and to overcome it once must overlook yourself, apologize if u are wrong,get help, share their feelings with someone

— SCARED OF THEIR DESIRE - Often someone DM 's me saying that they're scared of having their desire which is completely normal and I feel to restrict this feeling from their self once should just appreciate their self , hangout with good energy people and decrease their screen time

— SOMETHING HOLDING BACK : From my recent post I got many DM regarding how they feel what is holding them back and it's important to have knowledge on the rights things misinformation sometimes stick to ourselves very deeply

— SELF DOUBT : Many people doubts them regarding the how powerful they're, they often find validation to have their desire so it's very important to work on self-concepts and stop questioning " is it possible" or " can I have this or that?"

— NOT STICKING TO ONE THING : One individual when they're trying to enter void often keeps changing methods or finding something which can magically help them and it often leads them finding hard to believe in any methods. Even if u fail at one method at 3 - 4 times doesn't mean it's not effective it's all about mindsets u must stick to one thing and stop looking sources like ' enter the void instantly/ do this method to happen in second ' because u are not realising how powerful u are actually u don't need those things everything is on your command

— COMPLICATING THINGS : As I seen so many of people making a bunch of routine it irritates me cause They are listening subliminals also and on the side they are even doing robotic affirmation and also five minutes they are doing PSYCH -K and next they are also doing mediation and on the night they will put long bunch hypnosis and in the same night they are doing WBTB method trust me you don't need so much things u doing these all things result that u are putting the void on the pedestal Just question yourself this all is needed?doing so much u are exhausting yourself physically and mentally

— TIME : For those who really starts to panic when they don't enter void on the specific time it's ok time hasn't been wasted nothing is wrong when u didn't enter the void on your specific time the only thing u will be doing wrong in that time is making diffrent theories, underestimating yourself, finding different methods, saying yourself a failure

So these we're some things I wanted to list from the very starting I hope u all read it all through find what is actually stopping you and there is no guarantee this thing happens to each and everyone I have listed it down by over analysing the success stories, my experience

Further what u can do is listen to self concept subliminals, building confidence, don't overwork on your selves, stop finding validation and logic in everything , surrounding yourself with postive beliefs , patience is virtue so keep persisting , do something new daily as if meditate or write a journal or share your thoughts with others learn new skills

That's it all no iceberg effect is bigger than you so stop doubting yourself you can do this it's all easy peasy 🤍🫶