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Yo I got this idea from your pickle fic you did a couple months ago.

Monster trio,law and kidd super gluing a pickle jar and ask their s/o to open it and to their surprise their s/o opens it without any problems

I love your crack fics so much

Please and ty

a/n - I’m so glad you like my humor because sometimes I feel like I’m so unfunny 😂💜 oml kidd would break the jar (also I can’t fit all of the characters so I had to omit Sanji 😭😭)

Warnings ⚠️ - I bully Kidd, crack, g/n reader

- Bro thought that maybe he could troll you back since he couldn’t open the pickle jar a couple days ago (he’s still depressed, so no one talks about it) y’all just pretend it never happened

- zoro: hah! Remember that time when you couldn’t open the-

- everyone: SHUT THE FUCK UP.

- luffy: huh?

- poor zoro 💀 he didn’t know he wasn’t supposed to talk about it since they left him at the previous island

- He was all tightening the pickle jar with the glue, giggling and kicking his feet just imagining you not being able to open it like him, so you’d be embarrassed like him. (He’s evil, beware)

- he skipped over to you and handed you a pickle jar, “Hey y/n, can you open it for me while I go grab something to eat?”

- you nodded, grabbing the pickle jar and opening it with ease. Huh, that’s weird, why would Luffy ask you to open it?

- he had such a big mischievous grin when he came back and then when he saw the pickle jar sitting next to you, the cap right next to it, oml he freaked out

- “HUH? HOW DID YOU OPEN IT-?!”

- “What do you mean? It was super loose.”

- ….

- nah he’s dead now watch him go sob in the corner

- man was sobbing for about an hour or two before Sanji was able to feed him some meat to make him stop crying. Has ptsd with pickle jars now- and you felt bad so you gave him a jar for him to open (you could’ve opened it but you wanted to make him feel tough and strong 💜💜)

- “Luffy, I just can’t open this thing, can you open it?”

- The way his eyes lit up and he just RAN to help you, “MHM! Sure!”

- opened it without a problem and puffed his chest out, crossing his arms, “Shishishi~ I’m strong!!!!”

- “You’re the strongest captain ever! King of the pirates! Roger wishes he was you!!!” -you

- He was giggling, flexing his muscles and all lmfao

- man Luffy is lucky to have you as his personal best cheerleader 💜💜😭

- oh nah, the prank you did on him did not end well 💀 man literally blew up and poor killer had to just sit there in the midst of his explosion (his mental health was harmed in the process of this)

- things chilled out after you managed to give him a hug and some cuddles and coaching him through calming breaths (he does yoga to relax you can’t convince me otherwise)

- Kidd the yogi 💀💀💀

- So he decided that it’d be absolutely hilarious to do the same pickle jar prank on you bec he’s an asshole and a dumbass

- Idk how he did it, but he spent all night formulating and researching which glue was the best until he just decided to weld it shut

- “Kidd what are you doing?” -killer

- “Go to bed killer.”

- stfu Kidd don’t be mean to your best friend 💀

- fast forward to the time of the prank, he handed you the jar with a literal shit eating grin on his face, bro could not stop giggling (sounds like a fucking clown. And I don’t mean in a good way.)

- “Why are you giggling..?” -you

- “No reason >:)”

- You opened it, continuing to watch your show on the tv, handing it back to him. There was a moment of silence that lasted about 5 minutes. He was not moving, blinking, nor breathing for that matter. Killer walked by the room, and took a picture before walking away 💀

- man just started yelling outta nowhere, scaring the literal shit out of you

- “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL?!” -Kidd

- “WHAT THE FUCK KIDD?!” -you

- “HOW DID YOU FUCKING OPEN IT?”

- “IT WAS FUCKING LOOSE.”

- “WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WELDED THE FUCKIN THING SHUT!”

- “…..”

- “Why the fuck did you weld it shut you dumbass?” -you

- he beat you up (correction) you beat him up for even trying to beat you up

- he didn’t seem that affected by your prank earlier but trust me, he’s crying on the inside, praying to corazon and asking: why tf am I so fucking weak

- after you told him it was just a joke he was pretty mad and ignored you for about a day (before he just couldn’t ignore the love of his life anymore😂)

- but yeah lesson learned, don’t do it again

- well he thought it’d be funny to do it to you since it made him so irritated (he will not admit that and will tell you that Bepo made him do it or something like that)

- the hardest part for him was asking you for help because anytime he does you get all smirky and say: “ooooo you need my help??? 😏”

- “never mind I don’t.”

- “NO- IM SORRY ILL HELP!”

- so yeah he was a bit nervous about asking you- but he had to do it lmao

- “Y/n-ya, can you open this for me?”

- “Sure.”

- you literally opened it in seconds, you didn’t even struggle.

what the fuck?

- “Y/n. How did you open that?..”

- “It was loose, did you loosen it?”

- “…….I’m gonna go to bed now.”

- “it’s 2pm!”

- “I’m. Going. To. Bed.”

- went straight to his computer to look up

- “Is my s/o a demon?”

- “what is the strength level for opening glued shut pickle jar”

- “911 marine hq”

- “counseling hotline”

- “can glue expire?”

- “am I weak?”

- Zoro was still pretty mad that he couldn’t open the jar last time, so he’s added, “opening pickle jars for y/n, 20 reps, 2 sets, give pickles to Luffy.”

- his workout page looks like a Barbie notebook you cannot tell me otherwise

- everything is pink and neon green 💀

- anyway, mayyyyybe Luffy convinced him to do the same prank on you because Luffy kept laughing at him about it, poor moss head’s self esteem was a bit low now 😭

- So he grabbed a jar, glued the damn thing shut and went over to you (took a while because he could not find you)

- “hey y/n. Can you open this for me? I’m gonna go train.”

- “Sure.”

- he hid behind the corner, watching as you took the jar and paused, continuing to read your book before opening it with ease, putting it back on the table next to you

- man was flabbergasted.

- how the actual fuck did you do that?????

- “Zoro??? What do you want me to do with the jar?!” -you

- His plan to hide out behind the corner was ruined the moment Luffy came over and fucking said hello to him

- “Oh hey zoro!! Whatcha doin?”

- “SHUT UP!”

- “huh?”

- You turned around to see Zoro trying to shut up poor Luffy who literally wanted to just say hi 😭

- “Zoro what are you doing?? I opened the jar, is it for Sanji’s meal?”

- “….Yeah just- give it to him.”

- he looked sad, it was painful for your heart

- imagine getting stabbed, then reading something sad, listening to sad music, and then realizing. You’re sad.

- that is what this felt like

- you tried your best to comfort him (even though you didn’t know why he was sad) so you watched him train and you sat on his back while he did pushups. Seemed to make the poor guy feel better, but you still didn’t know why he was so sad in the first place :’)

a/n - poor zoro

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jeonginsleftcheek · 10 days

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The sun to me

Chapter II. Water drop.

pairing: hwang hyunjin x afab!reader

word count: 5.1k

chapter summary: you could say that destiny always has a way of bringing together the souls that need each other. hyunjin meets not one but two people who will change his life for good.

warnings: tw for brief and vague mention of depression and suicide

~ Masterlist for the series

~ next part

🤍 Snowdrop - hope and the ability to overcome challenges.

Deep breath in.

Hyunjin feels like his lungs are expanding, like a flower opening up its petals to receive the warmth of the sun.

It takes him a few seconds to even register the sounds of people who were aboard the ship with him, laughing, talking, walking further away from the pier.

Someone walks towards him and for a brief moment his chest constricts as he waits to be questioned, bothered and ogled at but the man passes him by, saying hello to one of the crew members.

Hyunjin exhales and starts walking towards the road, he needs to track down the location of the room he barely managed to find on the internet.

It was a hassle, getting to the owner of the little apartment, since it wasn't summer yet and the tourists haven't even started arriving. Not that many people even come to this island, which is exactly why Hyunjin chose to hide away on it.

He knows, hopes, no one here has heard about him. He hopes he can just be a regular guy and go about his day, reset his body and his mind.

Fishing out his phone out of his pocket as he stops walking, he frowns immediately upon seeing it blowing up with messages.

Good thing he put it on silent or he might've just let his intrusive thoughts win and chucked the godforsaken device right into the sea.

Hyunjin ignores all the little bubbles and notifications, opting to just find the address on google again.

The island is so small, so unknown, so irrelevant that even after finding the address information, it seems that gps has trouble finding him on the map.

It's like he literally fell off the face of Earth and for some reason, that brings him relief.

He stuffs his phone back in his pocket, he's gonna have to find someone to ask for directions.

He looks around, noticing everyone cleared away from the pier so he just follows the first street down.

It's eerily quiet, even on such a sunny, lively day, the sound of his suitcase being dragged breaking the beautiful peace of the island. All the houses are adorned with flower pots on their windows and balconies, colorful gardens inviting you in, mesmerizing like a flower is to a bee.

Hyunjin hopes he can find some kind of shop or cafe or anything with people in it, but all he comes across are a few cats sitting on a low roof and staring at him menacingly, as if asking 'what the hell are you doing here'.

He sighs in frustration, thinking he'll actually have to knock on someone's door and disturb their Friday afternoon peace.

Just when he's mentally prepared himself to knock on a stranger's door and potentially have them yell at him, his eyes light up.

There, on the corner, is a little flower shop like an oasis in a desert, promising safety and aid. Hyunjin speeds up towards it, the suitcase almost flipping behind him as it bumps against the uneven and cracked sidewalk.

It's time for your lunch break, the old clock on the wall reminds you together with your stomach, growling embarassingly loudly.

You're behind the counter, about to grab your bag and keys, when you hear footsteps approaching and the sound of suitcase wheels scraping against the stones before they come to a stop in front of the door.

"Um, hello?"- you hear a pleasant and curious voice ring out from the outside, you almost want to curse the person out because everyone on the island knows when lunch breaks happen, but judging by the suitcase and the unknown voice it must be someone who just arrived here for the first time.

"Hello, come in!"- you sense the apprehension and you walk around the counter, coming face to face with what you would describe as a man made of dreams.

Your breath gets stuck in your throat, and his reaction seems to be similar, as his eyes widen slowly to the point where he almost looks completely bamboozled as his lips part and he just stares.

Quickly shaking it off and putting on your customer service persona, you smile at the stranger.

"How can I help you?"- you ask and he swallows, closing his lips as he seems to snap out of whatever trance he fell in.

"I- um- I'm looking for this address. I booked a room here, but I can't seem to find it on google maps."- the stranger pulls his phone out and shows you the address and you nod.

"Oh, at Isaac's. It's not too far away from here, just keep going straight until you see a blue house, then go right and up the hill a little bit, you can't miss it since it's the biggest house on that street."- you explain.

"Oh, thank you! I thought I was gonna get lost."- he smiles a little and you chuckle, shaking your head. This seems to deepen the redness of the young man's cheeks.

"You can't get lost here. The island is so small, you can circle around it three times in one day and still have some daylight left. Plus, most of the time the internet doesn't even work so you can't rely on gps. If you need to make calls or such, you'd best stand on the pier and try to catch the signal."

"Oh, thank you for the tips. I'm actually relieved that there's no internet."- the man says, running a hand through his dark hair.

You quirk an eyebrow at him, your eyes running over his frame.

"That's a first. People usually complain about that."- you say, as you take in his expensive looking jewelry, the branded shirt hugging his lean but toned frame, jeans also probably more expensive than your entire wardrobe and the fancy sneakers on his feet.

"Then they've probably come to the wrong place."- he concludes with a small smile.

"Probably."- you agree, ready to end the chat even though literal eye candy was standing in front of you, you craved a warm meal more than anything else.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the handsome stranger sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, bringing your attention to it.

"Well, it's my lunch break, so... If I can't assist you with buying some flowers, I'd like to close up shop."- you say as politely as you can.

"Oh! Sure, sorry for taking up your time."- he looks apologetic as you round your counter to grab your things.

"It's okay, glad I could help."- you smile as the both of you make your way towards the exit.

"I'm Hyunjin, by the way."- he reaches his hand towards you just as you close the door.

"Y/n."- your hand slots into his and he shakes it, soft but firm.

"Nice to meet you, y/n."- something about the way your name rolls from his pillowy lips melts the ice built around your heart, gentle like the first snowdrop peeking it's head through the snow.

There's something different bubbling up inside Hyunjin, something he hasn't felt in a long time.

As he makes his way up the little hill towards the biggest house with faded yellow paint, chipped at some parts of the wall, his heart skips a few beats.

Maybe it's because he's been a bit out of shape lately, or maybe it's because of you.

You with your genuine smile, you with your curious eyes and with all the pretty flowers surrounding you.

The flowers that used to bring inspiration and comfort to Hyunjin, ones he painted so happily, his hand gliding easily across the once blank canvas, the colors all bleeding into one another, kissing and loving.

The feeling he forgot. The feeling of love. The feeling of home. The nostalgia that inevitably comes with it.

Hyunjin knocks on the big wooden door, and after a few moments he hears heavy footsteps and a voice calling out.

The door swings open and a man probably in his 60s stands in the frame with a friendly smile on his face.

His grey hair is neatly pulled back, the wrinkles on his face are proof of how many years he smiled and frowned. There's a sparkle in his eyes and a bright smile on his face, showing off perfectly white teeth that he probably had done.

He's dressed in a simple black turtleneck and grey pants, the only ornament on his body in the shape of a huge silver ring, a black tourmaline stone in the middle of it.

"Welcome, welcome! You must be Hyunjin. Come in, young man."- the man smiles wide, immediately helping Hyunjin with his suitcase and stepping aside so he could come in.

"My name is Isaac. But you probably already had that figured out."- the man waves his hand as if to dismiss what he just said. "Welcome to my humble abode, I hope your stay here is as cozy as can be."- Isaac says, leading Hyunjin through the lobby and towards the big carpeted wooden stairs.

The house looks old but well taken care of, everything is wiped clean and polished, each nook and cranny devoid of any dust and neglect.

Hyunjin can't help but notice the skillfully crafted wood on the handrail, as well as a few other sculptures carved out of wood, taking the shape of people with their head in their hands who are desperately crying, lovers holding onto each other where you can't even tell where one ends and the other starts, beautiful women with big breasts and tummies lying on their side, vunerable and goddess-like.

Isaac eyes Hyunjin carefully as he seems glued to all the works of art around him, probably forgetting that he should be settling into his room and eating something.

"What do you think, young man?"- Isaac asks, making Hyunjin jolt a little as he looks up for a second before the carved sculptures grab his attention again.

"Very beautiful pieces, there's so much detail in each and every one. They must be very expensive."- Hyunjin comments making the older man chuckle deeply.

"Yes, very expensive. Cost me a lot of time and patience. And then of course, there's the material. The actual wood."- Isaac crosses his arms on his chest and Hyunjin needs a few seconds before a lightbulb appears above his head.

"Oh... Oh, you made them. That's incredible, you're an artist."- Hyunjin smiles, somewhat chuckling ironically for the fact that he can't seem to escape that which he considers brought him to the state he's in right now. "I'm kind of an artist too."- he downplays whatever life he built, suddenly feeling too dumb and embarassed do act boisterous in front of Isaac.

"Let me see your hands."- Isaac says and Hyunjin doesn't question him, just reaches his hands towards the man and Isaac leans down a little, his lips pursed as he folds his hands behind his back, a quiet hum in the back of his throat.

"You're a painter."- Isaac concludes before lifting up.

"How did you know?"- Hyunjin's eyes widen just a little, his eyebrows lifting up and Isaac lets out a laugh.

"Your skin is too pristine for anything else. But your nails are stained a little."- Hyunjin brings his hands up, closer to his face, and stares as if he sees his own hands for the first time.

He never noticed the slight staining on his fingers, almost forgetting the fact that beyond all the expensive paintbrushes and tools, an artist's work comes from his hands and his heart.

Is his heart stained too?

"Which one calls to you the most?"- Isaac brings him out of his thoughts again with his warm and patient voice and Hyunjin follows his line of sight, landing his eyes on the beautiful wooden sculptures again.

Maybe if he was younger he'd choose the woman, her breasts full and supple, inviting him to lay his head on them, wrap his lips around the tender nipples.

Maybe if he wasn't so jaded, he'd choose the lovers because love is the greatest feeling of them all, love is what makes people climb the highest mountain peak, swim the deepest ocean, reach the furthest star.

But Hyunjin can't help but stare at the man sitting in despair, fingertips digging into his own forehead as if he wants to rip his face out, take his brain out and scream at it.

Isaac sees. He sees through Hyunjin, he was once like him. Caught in the web of self-hatred and nihilism, despising everything he once held so dearly in his heart.

"You must be hungry."- Isaac never comments on Hyunjin's silent choice and he's thankful for that.

"Actually, yes."- Hyunjin feels the emptiness in his stomach as soon as food is mentioned and he realizes he hasn't eaten anything since last night.

"Why don't you get settled in and I will heat up some dinner?"- Isaac suggests and Hyunjin quickly shakes his head.

"You don't need to do that for me, I'm sure you have other business to attend to."- Hyunjin says.

"Nonsense, I don't mind at all. Honestly, it gets a little lonely here before the tourists start coming in so it would be nice to have someone to talk to. Other than my sculptures, that is."- Isaac says with a chuckle.

"Alright, if it's no bother then."- Hyunjin nods, giving a small smile to the warm man.

"Your room is the last door on the right."- Isaac points towards the staircase.

"Thank you."

Isaac smiles, quickly turning on his heel and leaving, presumably to the kitchen.

Hyunjin makes his way upstairs, his suitcase in his hands, the floorboards look too old and sensitive to drag the harsh wheels on them so he opts to just keep carrying his suitcase to his room.

Every wall is adorned with framed wooden carvings, sculptures even bigger than the ones downstairs are sitting in the corners of the hall.

Hyunjin curiously eyes every single one of them, waiting for them to suddenly come alive and move.

He shakes his head quickly, opening the last door on the right.

A loud gasp escapes his lips as soon as he walks into the room. It's bigger than he thought it would be, decorated like the rest of the house, everything is carved out of wood and the works of art made from Isaac's hands have become a staple that Hyunjin's eyes are already getting used to.

Hyunjin lays his suitcase down next to the closet and his legs first take him to the big window, the curtains pulled back and neatly tied up on the sides of the window frame.

The view is breathtaking, being up on the hill allows him to see almost everything, the sea, the shore, the main square with a church and also part of the little flower shop that he was just inside a few minutes ago.

Hyunjin needs to snap a picture. He fishes out his camera and after adjusting it, he takes a few pictures of the beautiful view, zooming in on the flower shop for a second and seeing that the door is still closed and the lights are still off.

You must be on your lunch break as you said.

He looks around the room again, the huge bed looks inviting after traveling for hours but he needs to eat something first.

The room that's warm and lived in, the smell of varnished wood and cinnamon enveloping his senses, the lively art pieces around him, make for a big contrast to Hyunjin's modern apartment, cold steel, black leather, the smell of cleanliness, the perfection of it all, the paintings that he despises from the bottom of his soul.

The ones he made in a state of delirium because Charlie was pressuring him, because people want more, because he needs to meet the deadline, because he's obligated to do them.

A metallic taste spreads inside Hyunjin's mouth and it takes him a few seconds to realize he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood.

He curses under his breath, walking into the adjoining bathroom to wash his mouth and thoughts away.

Lunch break was something you loved to spend in your favorite restaurant unless it was tourist season.

Then, it would get too crowded for your liking so you'd just go back home and eat before re-opening your shop.

Everything is 2-3 minutes of walking distance, your shop and your home, and the restaurant that a young married couple owns.

"The usual?"- Bennet peeked his head from behind the kitchen wall, and you chuckled giving the man a thumbs up.

You took your book out of your bag and looked out the window before little giggles on your left caught your attention and you turn to see Luna, the owner's 6 year old daughter, staring at you with big shiny eyes and holding a makeshift daisy bouquet in her little hands.

"Oh, is that for me?"- you ask slowly, pointing at yourself.

She stares at your lips before giving a little nod and another giggle before she reaches the flowers towards you.

Your hand is placed on your chin, then reached towards her as you mouth a 'thank you'.

She smiles happily, her chubby cheeks rosy before she runs away to play.

Catherine is quick to catch up to the little girl, gently grabbing her shoulders before signing a 'be careful' to which the girl nods and mouths an 'okay'.

"Hey, y/n."- Catherine lets out a sigh and you chuckle.

"Is she giving you a hard time today?"- you ask as she puts your lemonade down on the table.

"Try yelling at a deaf child to watch out from a distance."- she shakes her head, a bead of sweet running down her forehead. "My whole life flashed before my eyes, but luckily it was Delmar and he managed to stop his car just in time."

"Heart attack inducing stuff."- you nod. "But everything ended well and I'm sure she'll be more careful now."

"I hope so too."- Catherine nods with a smile, before turning to go check on her daughter.

You sigh quietly, looking through the window again as you sip on your lemonade when suddenly, the face of the handsome stranger called Hyunjin appears in your mind.

There's something that flickers in your chest at the thought of his smile. Then it clicks.

He's probably the celebrity that Barbara talked about, he must be an actor or a singer with a face like that, you think.

You wonder why he would come here though.

Maybe he got sick of all the glitz and glitter that being famous brings. That's something you could never be, live in the spotlight like that, to be picked at and proded at like you were some kind of test subject, looked at like you were some kind of animal in a cage, existing to entertain other people.

"Here you go, y/n."- a plate is placed on your table, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Oh, thank you."- you smile at Bennet, as the aroma of your favorite meal fills up your space, making your stomach growl again.

It's quiet as you start eating and as always you ask Catherine and Luna to join you, which they usually happily agree to unless there are customers to attend to.

Bennet whips up their favorites quickly and excuses himself because he has a kitchen to clean, as he says, while you learn a few new words that help you communicate with Luna.

The sounds of utensils clinking against plates fill up the room as Hyunjin and Isaac sit in his dining room. It's the most lavish room yet, the table they're eating on feels too precious to even be used so Hyunjin is extra careful with his meal.

The big chandelier hangs above their heads, the sunlight shining through the huge windows that reveal a balcony, reflects in the crystal pendants decorating the chandelier, creating little rainbows scattered around the room.

"My father made this table."- Isaac notices Hyunjin looking at it, as if he's deep in thought.

"It's really exquisite. I feel a little apprehensive using it as a regular dining table."- Hyunjin says and Isaac chuckles.

"We ate on it every day. And then my wife and son too."- Isaac says, the mood shifting suddenly as a sad smile spreads on his face.

"You have a son?"- Hyunjin asks, taking another bite of the meat.

"I had a son."- Isaac nods and Hyunjin feels bad that he pried.

"I'm sorry."- he didn't want to dig into someone's wound so he looked down at his plate, feeling remorseful for asking.

"It's okay, it's been years. He was probably around your age when he left us."- Isaac reminisces.

"Was he sick?"- Hyunjin asks, seeing that Isaac wanted to talk about his son, maybe it brought him some kind of comfort to keep the memory of him alive.

"He was... sad. Very sad. We tried everything. But nothing could light the spark in his eyes."- Isaac shivers with a sad smile.

"I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have asked anything."- Hyunjin quickly says, feeling embarassed for himself and sad for the kind man sitting across from him.

"No, it's okay, you didn't know."- Isaac shakes his head. "I like talking about my son. He was also great with woodwork. I learned from my father and he learned from me. Guess it runs in the family."- he nods with a small smile.

"If you'd like, I could teach you some woodworking too."- Isaac suggests before Hyunjin can say anything.

He can see the turmoil on Hyunjin's face, the cogs turning behind his eyes as he struggles with whether to love or hate that suggestion.

"I'll be in my studio later if you want to join me."- Isaac intervenes quickly, pointing to the hall.

"What was his name, if you don't mind me asking?"- Hyunjin asks after a few moments of silence, referring to Isaac's son.

"Leo."- Isaac says with a kind of pain in his voice.

Hyunjin finds those three letters etched into the windowsill in the room he booked, his fingertips tracing the chipped wood, realizing quickly that this room once belonged to him.

Hyunjin doesn't join Isaac in his studio, he can't bear to even think about painting or woodwork at this moment, all he wants is to feel free from the confines he created for himself.

After lunch, he took a much needed nap and then an even more needed warm shower. He walks out into the room with only a towel wrapped around his waist, using another one to dry his hair.

Being up on the hill probably caught some signal on his phone as it buzzes next to the bed. Hyunjin frowns, making his way to it and grabbing it.

Charlie. Of course.

In the heat of the moment, he doesn't think, he just chucks the phone on the bed and it bounces up and smacks into the closet and then lands down on the floor with a loud thud, the battery falling out.

"That oughta do it."- he says quietly, leaving the device where it landed.

Hyunjin gets dressed quickly, grabbing his backpack and camera before he makes his way downstairs. He glances shortly at the big door leading to Isaac's studio, something heavy weighing on his chest before he turns away and walks out of the house.

There's nothing like watching the sunset while sitting on the beach. The beautiful golden rays mixing with the orange and pink hues, reflecting on the water as the sun itself drowns in it.

You're sitting with your little diary in your hands, well one of many you have, one that still has empty pages you have to fill up.

Most of them consist of dried up flowers and even a few little sketches you did, sometimes you write something you found funny in it, sometimes you pour your soul out on the pages, your tears blurring your vision and smearing the ink of your pen.

Today, the page is blank but your mind isn't.

For some reason, it's filled with Hyunjin and you wish you were better at drawing people so that your hand could capture the face that was already etched in your brain even after you only saw him once.

A twig snaps behind you, and you quickly turn around, jolting a little.

He appears in your view like he was summoned, like he was there to help you see his face again so that you could maybe try to capture the beauty on paper.

"Oh..."- he also jolts a little like he got frightened by your presence. "Y/n, right?"- he licks his lips and swallows, as his feet come to a halt.

"Yeah."- you nod.

"Sorry if I scared you. Kinda scared myself too."- Hyunjin says with a timid smile, still keeping a good distance away from you.

"It's okay. Usually, no one comes here at this time so I was surprised."- you say and he slowly makes his way to you.

"Mind if I join you?"- he asks, almost timidly and you have to wonder what kind of celebrity is shy like that.

"Sure."- you nod and he comes closer, slowly sitting down on the rock next to yours.

"I decided to explore the island a little. And you were right, I saw everything in one evening."- he chuckles as he looks at you, then at the notebook in your hands curiously.

"Are you sure you saw everything? There are a few hidden spots here that only the locals know about."- you eye the camera in his hands.

Such pretty hands.

"Oh really? Is there a guide who could show me some of those hidden spots?"- he asks and you let out a small chuckle.

"Depends on how much you pay up."- you say and he looks at you before you start chuckling, making him chuckle too.

"I'm joking, of course. I mean, I'm free tomorrow if you want me to give you the real tour of the island."- you suggest, wiggling your eyebrows.

"I would love that."- Hyunjin nods, a smile spreading on his face that makes his eyes crinkle.

When was the last time he smiled like that?

Hyunjin lifts up his camera to snap a few pictures of the sunset and you can't help but look at his features more closely while he's distracted.

Beneath the smile and the obviously expensive attire, something inside him seems sad and tired, you can feel it meandering between your bodies.

"Is that a sketchbook?"- Hyunjin asks curiously, as you play with the cover of your notebook.

"Kind of. It's a sliver of my thoughts, if you will."- you say as you stare at it.

"Can I see?"- he asks and you look up at him, genuine interest painted on his face.

"Sure, I'll show you some sketches, just not the things I write."

"Yeah, of course, I don't want to invade your privacy."- he says and you nod, finding a page where you sketched a few tulips from different angles.

"Oh, that's really pretty. I like your shading."- Hyunjin leans in closer and you get a whiff of his shampoo that gets you feeling entranced for a moment.

"Ah, thank you. I'm not the best at drawing at all, it's just that I'm good with anything that has to do with flowers."- you smile, somewhat sadly, Hyunjin notices and something pulls him to you.

He wants to know everything, he wants to tell you everything.

But he's afraid.

He's afraid of revealing the truth, afraid of bursting the little bubble appearing around the two of you, he's frightened to open his soul up, only to find it was rotten, only to see you turn away.

Hyunjin is someone who believes, well, used to believe in love at first sight but that was before he destroyed everything gentle and pure inside him, creating another person out of the broken shards, a fake person, a disgusting and cold person who fades away into other darkened souls, lost in the abyss of eternal nothingness.

"You're an expert in your field. That's admirable."- Hyunjin manages to dig up anything that feels gentle, even for a split second.

"What about you? What is your field of expertise?"- you ask and Hyunjin dreads answering and talking about that which he despises right now.

"Art, I guess. Painting to be exact. I'm a painter?"

"You say that like you're unsure of it."- you give him an inquisitive smile.

"Sometimes you forget who you are and why you even do what you do. Sometimes, something you always knew and loved gets further away from you the more you try to reach out for it."- Hyunjin talks and you giggle, putting your notebook aside.

"Are you sure you're not a poet?"- you tease and Hyunjin chuckles nervously, his cheeks becoming rosy like the cotton candy clouds in the sunset before you.

"I'm better with colors than words, or at least I was."- he says, scratching his head as he purses his lips.

"You talk so nicely so I'm sure your art is even nicer."- you conclude.

It hasn't even been a day since he first laid his eyes upon you, but Hyunjin feels like you set his mind at ease with little effort, with just a few words and a sweet smile.

"Thank you."- he smiles. "I'll show you another time. I don't have my phone on me."- he adds.

"Looking forward to that."- you say. "And what you said earlier, I relate to it. Sometimes I feel like that with my flowers. But they're all I really know."- you shrug. "I always come back to them."

"Yeah, I find myself sitting in front of a blank canvas many times without even painting anything. I guess it's etched into my bones by now."

"Like part of your DNA."- you follow up and Hyunjin agrees.

"Is it okay if I take a picture of you?"- he asks after a few moments of comfortable silence.

The sun has almost completely immersed itself into the water and the last light of the day illuminates your facial features perfectly, the sparkle prominent in your eyes.

Hyunjin wants to capture what you talked about, how you looked and how you smiled at him and keep it in his heart forever.

"Sure."- you nod, chuckling a little.

You turn towards the sea, the last of the sun's rays reflecting off of the surface and almost hypnotizing you as you hear the click of the camera.

Hyunjin thinks this is the best picture he ever took.

And as he walks back to his current home, he feels like destiny intertwined her hands into his life, bringing the two of you together, like this is a start to something he can't even begin to fathom yet, like whatever he searched for, he found in you.

Maybe he just met you, but deep inside his wounded soul Hyunjin knows, you will become the most important person that touched his heart.

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screamforyani · 10 months

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in the end, you’ll never escape

warnings: noncon, implied stalking

wc. 1.7k

a/n’s: pls stop putting drew’s photos through remini hell i can’t live like this anymore guys. also hi ik i died over here 👀

miles upon miles away from kildare, you were contentedly far from home. months ago, the distance wouldn’t have been as tempting. the outer banks and the life you’d made there were the only things you’d ever known. but when your home began to feel less and less like a safe haven, you were more keen to be anywhere else.

it wasn’t easy leaving behind your friends, god knew you missed them every fucking minute of every day, but you knew it was a good call. no danger could reach you here. to you, and to everyone involved, it was for the better.

well, except to maybe one person.

you could hear a familiar jingle rupture the air even all the way upstairs. your brows furrowed. you weren’t expecting any guests, and you knew that your parents couldn’t have been either, because they wouldn’t be back for hours.

there was a knock. not at the door, but at your heart. after so many months outside of the outer banks, it might’ve been ridiculous to still feel uneasy about being home by yourself, but the fear never quite ceased; it quietened. but those whispers could be loud if they so pleased.

calm down, you thought to yourself. would rafe bother to knock at the door?

but you knew that he would. as belligerent as you knew him to be in nature, rafe would always play nice to begin with. if needed, he would escalate things, and he was not afraid of taking things up another degree to get what he wanted.

you knew it, because you had dealt with it firsthand. you had been underneath him while rafe stood atop, wielding his golden shovel as he tossed dirt upon your grave. metaphorically speaking, at least. rafe hadn’t literally tried to bury you alive, but you wouldn’t put it past him.

you couldn’t put anything past him.

your heart thudded as you took your sweet time to pass the stairs, but it felt like you could only breathe after you took another step. you peaked through the windows, and blew out a breath of relief when the guy standing out there wasn’t your worst nightmare.

you unlocked the front door, pulling it open.

“delivery for…” the man said your name.

that was odd, considering you weren’t expecting a delivery either, but you cloaked your shock and accepted the box he handed you graciously, shutting the door behind yourself and locking it.

the second you were alone again, you raced to the kitchen to grab a knife. you needed to know what was in the box or it’d kill you. curiosity getting the better of you, you cut it open, pulling the gift out of the cardboard it had come to you in.

it was a sweater you’d been eyeing, an expensive one. sure, you were a kook by kildare standards, though in spite of all that you’d been through, your parents still hadn’t forgiven your past pogue-esque shenanigans and wanted you to work to be let off.

plus it wasn’t like you had a job. you guessed all your rambling combined with your suffering made them slacken, and your heart filled with warmth, happy to clear the tension between you and your parents even if only a little.

to be fair, you’d clearly been through… something, but they couldn’t piece it together, other than the fact that someone had been intimidating you, though that was only because it was glaringly obvious.

you couldn’t tell them. you wouldn’t even know how to start. and they wouldn’t understand, so you’d rather them be upset with you. sometimes it was just easier.

the doorbell rang again maybe an hour later, the sound startling you out of your own head. you paced downstairs, less hesitant than before. it was ridiculous to think that rafe would find you or be desperate enough to go after you when it would be easier to pick another girl on the island to break.

imagine your shock when you opened the front door and there he was. the devil himself.

every inch of you was frozen over, stiff. every muscle, every bone. “rafe?”

rafe chuckled. if you hadn’t known any better, you’d say he looked happy to see you, but there was always something darker. in your shock, you spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

“i can’t come visit my favorite girl?” rafe asked, pretending to be saddened, and oblivious.

your eyes flickered and you felt moisture instinctively gather at your lashes, though at least for now, you held it back.

he looked a little different. his blue eyes still knew how to pierce the very heart of you, but his hair was significantly shorter. though in spite of your blurring vision (the side effect of tears or the lightheadedness, you couldn’t tell the difference), your whole body knew it was rafe and it paralyzed with total fear.

still, you tried to level your breathing. “you’re not supposed to be here.”

rafe didn’t seem to care, stepping closer and leaning into your ear to mutter, “we’ve done a lot of things we weren’t supposed to. haven’t we, baby?”

you recoiled, immediately drawing back. “if you don’t leave, i’ll tell my parents…”

“your parents?” rafe repeated, that familiar sly, shit-eating grin curled onto his lips. “your parents, they love me. what will they do? invite me over for dinner? fuck, baby, you really know how to strike fear into my heart.”

“i told them what you did!”

it was a lie, and you knew it. more importantly, rafe knew it. why would you bother? your parents failing to understand you aside, it would’ve only done more damage. your parents would forever loathe the camerons and you were perfectly content not being a blip on ward cameron’s radar.

his son was already a handful.

rafe shook his head, pressing his lips together. “nah, no you didn’t. you wanna know how i know?”

your pulse quickened when he stepped closer again, already a foot inside of your house. this time, his lips brushed your ear, heightening the uneasy sensation that got louder with every thud of your breath.

you were trapped in his arms, with nowhere to flee. something as simple as the slightest of touches between you and rafe sent a shiver down your spine. “because you’re too afraid. you’d rather keep the peace than let them in. now isn’t that right, babe?”

your eyes stung as you glanced up at him. you were always beneath him, never on top. “please, rafe. go home,” you begged.

rafe’s true anger finally started to peek through as he said none too kindly, “no. did you really think i was gonna just let you leave me? now we can really be together. no stupid pogues to get in our way.”

you cried out in shock when rafe got a hold of you, yanking you by the arm into your own house and shutting the door before dragging you upstairs. you had no idea how he knew where your bedroom was and you were too afraid to ask.

“rafe, stop,” you shouted. “rafe, you’re hurting me!”

rafe’s grip didn’t slacken until he pushed you into your room, and hissed, “you hurt me. you think i wanted to be on that island without you? you were the only thing that made shit feel worth it...”

you swallowed, lips trembling.

“and then you just left. vanished. no goodbye, no nothing. you wanna know how that made me feel? like shit! like killing somebody,” rafe said, approaching you.

rafe had that look in his eye, that familiar, unpredictable glint he always got when he was up to no good. you tried to get away from him, tried to do anything to keep him at arm’s length, but he was quicker and reached for you again.

at this point, your heart was thumping in your ears and the tears were pouring down your face so hard, you could barely see. all you could hear was thunder. “rafe, please. i’m begging you. don’t do this.”

“don’t do what? don’t make you pay for what you did to me?” rafe asked, shoving you onto your bed. “nah. i’m gonna hurt you just like you hurt me.”

your eyes winced close as rafe started to rip the clothes from your body, but you didn’t fight back. it would only make it worse.

it hurt to breathe, inhale after exhale. your chest was taut with pain and terror and perhaps still shock, in disbelief that your measures to protect yourself had failed. but it was rafe. and whatever rafe wanted, he got. every fucking time without fail.

the irony was killing you. right now, you would’ve been a thousand times safer on the island than you were right now in a foreign place where you knew nobody and nobody knew you. though you knew that as long as rafe was breathing, you were never truly safe.

“that’s right, baby. don’t fight it,” rafe whispered, teasing his cock between your folds. the discomfort on your face was conspicuous, but you did nothing to make it stop. “i love that about you, you know. you don’t put up a fight. to you… it’s not worth it.”

rafe’s cock slammed into you, pushing in and out. he groaned, remembering everything he loved about your pussy. you gripped him, tight and vice-like, and the sounds that came from the very back of his throat were low and deep.

“it’s always worth it to me, though. if you want something enough, you’ve gotta just take it. and all those people that don’t want you to have it? just watch them cry,” he added, not even looking at your face anymore.

his eyes were between your legs, mesmerized as he tirelessly watched himself disappear inside of you again and again, as if he was under some kind of trance.

“cry me a fucking river,” rafe said, his other hand groping every part of your body it could touch. “you’ll get over it.”

your eyes narrowed, and you were overcome with the urge to smack him across the face, but you resisted. the last time you’d done it, in a situation way too similar to this one, he hadn’t hesitated to slap you back even harder. he was right; you didn’t think it was worth it.

to delay the inevitable was to prolong your own suffering. and in the end, you’d never escape.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #obx smut #rafe cameron x reader #obx rafe cameron #outer banks smut #outer banks #rafe cameron x you #dark rafe cameron #dark obx

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illubean · 3 months

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Hi ! Can you do the main four hxh (platonic Gon and Killua) x reader neko who has the reflexes, hearing and speed of a cat. But who takes a lot of naps during the day and is very lazy .

How will they react if as a 'gift' you gave them a dead animal (cats do this when they like someone, and I think their reactions would be rather funny).

(Sorry if my English is bad, it's not my native language.)

Have a nice day!

Main 4 (HXH) With a CatHybrid!Reader

Characters: Gon Freecs, Killua Zoldyck, Kurapika Kurta, Leorio Paladaknight Type: Platonic, Headcanons, Gn!Reader

personally I prefer using the word hybrid instead of neko idk

Warnings: mentions of dead animals

Gon Freecs

coming from an island I think Gon knows a lot about animals

he's not too surprised when you bring him rodents you've caught

he literally goes fishing and I'm pretty sure there's others on the island who hunt so he doesn't think much of it

he probably gifts you some of the fish he catches too

he lets you do your own thing most of the time, since you're lazy and he's like the polar opposite of you

he is always out and about doing things or just simply exploring

Gon has both exceptional sense of smell and hearing just like you so you guys often react the same to certain sounds or scents

he doesn't know how to tell how your feeling by your tail behavior but he does know how to tell by your eyes

he knows that whenever your pupils blow wide, you're feeling mischievous

Killua Zoldyck

you'd probably mistake him for one of you if he hadn't been missing the ears and tail

both your reflexes and speed were evenly matched

but your hearing is much better than his

he generally trusts your judgement, so if your ears twitch and you take off in the opposite direction he's following you without question

you're very lazy so he knows that if you're running its for a reason

as for the gift thing...

the first time you dropped a dead rat at his feet he was very confused

you literally sat there like :3 while he was kind of disgusted...

"What the hell is this" "A gift :D" "Uh ok then..."

when he sees you laying around taking naps either basking in the sun or curled up in some corner he probably joins you since you find it so comfortable

and after that he understands the appeal

#nappingbuddies

Kurapika Kurta

he already gives me cat owner vibes so your whole hybrid thing doesn't bother him

he probably knows how to tell what you're feeling by the flick of your tail and position of your ears too

he often finds you sleeping or lounging about in odd places around his cozy apartment

and if you ever so choose to nap on top of him he will simply refuse to wake you up

he will stay wherever he is until you get up on your own

he has to hide any catnip he may have from you because yk...you're much larger than a normal cat and would probably go insane and accidentally destroy things

he knows about your little gifting habit so when you eventually start bringing small animals to him he pretends to accept them and throws them away when you're not looking

you are a very spoiled kitty; whenever he has the time this man cooks you fresh meals

whenever you're feeling moody he hits you with the behind the ears and under the chin scratch combo

and it works to make you feel better every single time

Leorio Paladaknight

he's 100% tried the cucumber trick on you

he watched you turn around then launch like 15 feet into the air and laughed because he couldn't believe it actually worked

pls hit him for that it's not funny.

in my head Leorio uses strong cologne so with your heightened senses you'd probably have to keep your distance

and he's lwky bitter about it...

but sometimes you manage to catch him on days where he's not going out therefore he feels no need to put any on

and boom you can cuddle with him then

when you brought him a dead animal one day he screams like a girl

"WTF GET IT AWAY!" "But it's a present :("

he kind of feels bad after seeing the dejected and confused look on your face but please for the love of god get that poor bird out of his living room

when you take it away he ends up forgetting about it until he finds it hidden under the couch or something a few days later

he ends up screaming again...

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maybankswhore · 1 year

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𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 — 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎.

SUMMARY: you see rafe for the first time since getting together with jj & it doesn’t hurt.

PAIRING(S): jj maybank x fem!reader + a little bit of rafe cameron x fem!reader.

WARNINGS: cursing.

you can read part one here! but it’s not really needed to read for this particular plot. this isn’t proofread & it is a bit long so maybe a dragging on dialogue warning ha.

Things had went really good with you and JJ. It had almost felt like a breath of fresh air , peaceful. He was always kind to you and loving , always making sure to dote on you even when you complained about it— picking you up after every shift at work and learning to braid your hair so you didn’t have to do it because you always whined about it hurting your arms. It was the little things that caused your heart to grow fonder and before you knew it , the two of you became attached at the hip.

Everyone on the island could see the red hearts following you two around wherever you went , always swooning and smiling when they saw you.

JJ had been the happiest he had ever been with you. As cliché as it sounded— he’d go on and on to anyone that asked about you that you literally were the girl of his dreams. He adored everything about you from the way your eyes crinkled when you laughed really hard , to the way you always slept with one leg out from under the covers. You were kind , and loving and everything he always swore he’d never get. Most of all— he felt safe.

Today his arm was thrown around you as you and the rest of the Pogue’s stood around the bonfire. Your giggles were contagious to everyone around you as you humored JJ’s antics , finding every joke to be the most funny. Perhaps it was a tad bit annoying , but you really just found JJ’s personality so fun. He always knew how to lighten the mood and make a joke that turned everyone’s day around.

In the middle of JJ leaning down to whisper in your ear , your eye’s flickered over to Sarah when she groaned loudly. “Of course he’s here.”

Your stomach had flipped as you followed her eyes to the side of you. Her brother stood a few feet away from you with his friends , watching you. You were shocked to see him. He usually never came on this side of the island , always rambling on about how ‘disgusting’ it was and ran by Pogue’s. You hadn’t meant to make eye contact with him , but when you did your stomach had began flipping in knots.

“I’m sorry , Y/N/N. I didn’t know he was coming or I would’ve said something.” Sarah apologized. The sound of her voice finally made you break away and look at her , shaking your head with a smile.

“It’s fine , Sarah.”

JJ scoffed. “Like hell it is.” His grip tightened around your shoulders protectively , shooting Rafe glares that was only answered in cocky smirks. “He really has some nerve showing his face here.”

Your bottom lip became trapped between your teeth as you anxiously fell into JJ’s embrace , wrapping your own arm around his waist to settle his nerves. “Let’s not worry about him , alright?”

JJ glanced down at you and studied your face quickly. What was he looking for? He wasn’t entirely sure. Maybe it was him just being insecure or stupidly jealous , but he knew that Rafe had once been your everything. John B had told him numerous times the stories he’d heard from Sarah and how much you cried over him , how much the two of you would fight. JJ wasn’t an idiot and he knew relationships like that left their mark , but feeling you nuzzle yourself innocently into him while looking up at him with a small smile caused his shoulders to relax slowly. “’m okay. Fine. But he says one wrong things and it’s over—”

Sensing all of his tension melt away , you grinned and stood up as tall as you could to press a kiss to your cheek. You tried to ignore the way Rafe’s eyes burned in the back of your skull. It wasn’t that you were ashamed or uncomfortable— you just didn’t want any drama or conflict. You had avoided it thus far and you wanted to do your best to keep it that way despite Rafe being known as the biggest drama queen on the island.

JJ cheeks blushed that color pink you loved seeing. One that always coated his cheeks after every kiss , even though you had done it so many times before that. The butterflies were still very much alive.

The night went on pretty peacefully. You had drank a little but not enough to be absolutely intoxicated. The six of you had ended up sitting on the logs rather than standing , each pair engrossed in their own conversations. JJ wasn’t too far from you , laughing loudly with Pope and John B. You , Sarah , and Kiara huddled together giggling amongst yourselves.

“John B let me do his makeup the other night.” Sarah confessed with a girlish giggle , her eyes becoming slightly hooded from the drinks she had. Her confession made you and Kiara burst into laughter.

“Please tell me you took a picture of that.” Kiara clapped her knee , doubled over with laughter.

“Sadly I couldn’t. It was a part of the deal.” Sarah sighed sadly. “For my eyes only! Literally. I couldn’t even take a picture and hide it in a folder.”

The pout on her face made you chuckle before pulling out your own phone. You quickly searched for the picture of JJ that you had taken not too long ago , a full face of makeup on. After bugging him for days , JJ had finally given in. “Your man sucks , tell him get like mine.” You teased , giving your phone to them to see the picture of JJ posing proudly.

The picture had sent them over the edge. The expression on JJ’s face as he posed for you , holding out a peace sign and popping out his hip that you had for one of your Instagram pictures.

“Send that to me now.” Kiara snatched the phone away from Sarah to send it to herself. “This is definitely gonna come in handy one day.”

Gasping , you ripped the phone out of her hand before she could press send. “He’d never let me do it again if you did that.” You argued.

Kiara struggled to speak through her laughter. “Yeah right! He’d do anything you’d tell him to.”

“That boys got it bad.” Sarah drawled out , singing the last word softly. Kiara nodded in agreement making you roll your eyes.

“Yeah whatever.” You sighed.

Sarah quirked an eyebrow at you. “Oh come on , Y/N. You’ve gotta know he’d get down on all fours and bark if you wanted.”

“Can we actually see that?” Kiara teased. “Please tell him to do that and let me know when so I can get my camera ready.”

“You guys , leave him alone!” Defending JJ , you glanced over at him to check on him. His hands were frailed in the area around him as he told whatever story he was telling passionately , and you couldn’t help but watch him with a smile.

Kiara pretended to throw up. “You guys are so fucking disgusting.”

“I think it’s adorable.” Sarah cooed , making you grin at her. “I never seen you that happy with my brother.” She said while crinkling her nose. The drinks making her tongue loose. The mention of Rafe made your blood run cold , the whole relationship still stinging at a certain part of you. You were over him— completely , but he damaged a big part of you. She must’ve noticed your face fall and her eyes widened in shame. “Oh shit , I’m sorry for bringing it up.”

“Don’t be.” You brushed it off.

“Yeah don’t be.”

You jumped at the sound of Rafe’s voice booming behind you. Those three words making everyone’s head snap towards him. Before you had a chance to say anything JJ was on his feet , walking right over to you. “The fuck are you doing?”

JJ’s hand wrapped around your bicep and gently helped pull you up , bringing you as close to him as he could. He kept his shoulders square and his jaw up , showing Rafe who was in charge.

Rafe chuckled lowly and put his hands up defensively. “What? Can’t come see my sister?”

“Don’t use me as your excuse , Rafe.” Sarah snapped at him , annoyed her brother was yet again— causing more drama with her friends.

“Yeah we all know you’re here to be some creep and stalk , Y/N.” Kiara snarled towards him. Her hands were in fists at her sides.

Rafe ignored them and discarded them with the roll of his eyes. They flickered to JJ’s attitude , then to his arm on your shoulder then back to your face. He was quiet for a minute as he thought of what to say. Though you could barely meet his eyes. “So that’s why you blocked my number.” Rafe’s nose scrunched at the thought of you with JJ , disgust dripping off his words. “Thought you had better taste than that.”

“You got a problem , man?” JJ’s arm was off of you as fast as it was put there. Bucking up to Rafe who didn’t so much as flinch.

“Let me talk to her.” Was all he said.

“Not gonna happen , Cameron.” JJ laughed bitterly. He made sure to stand in front of you , blocking you away from him.

“Why?” Rafe cocked his head to the side. “Scared that’s all it takes to have her come running back?”

JJ was fast as he lifted his arm but not fast enough for Pope to come to your defense , knowing that was the last thing you wanted. “JJ , bro , calm down.”

Taking in a shaky breath , you grabbed JJ’s shoulder to get his attention. The minute he felt you touch him , he spun around— ignoring Rafe’s existence. “Let’s just go , me and you.”

Nodding with a small smile you slid your arm down to his hand and gave it a squeeze. “I need to talk to Rafe first.” You muttered. JJ’s eyes went wide and immediately shook his head.

“Y/N , no.”

“JJ , yes.” You told him softly. You cupped his cheek gently in hopes it’d calm him down. “We’ll leave right after. We’ll leave.” You emphasized.

Rafe grumbled at the interaction in front of him. Like a child , he held his stomach like he was going to he physically ill from it but you ignored him.

JJ studied your face , scanning it for any sign he needed to worry. But your eyes were soft , and your touch felt genuine. He couldn’t help but sigh and nod , knowing that you needed that closure— and he’d even feel better knowing it was closed.

“If he touches you it’s over with.” JJ muttered before kissing your lips softly , holding it there as a message to Rafe.

When you pulled away , he stepped to the side and Rafe’s attention went to you— a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d come to your senses.”

“Shut up or I’m walking away from you.” You glared at him , walking away in the opposite direction knowing he’d follow. Rafe winked at JJ who flipped him off , and did as you expected.

You crossed your arms as you stood to face him , the sight of him didn’t make your heart clench , it didn’t make your throat close or your head hurt like crazy. Standing in front of you was just Rafe , not the Rafe you had once loved. Not the Rafe you spent months with— years , almost with. A person.

“I need you to know that it’s over you.”

“It’s not—”

“It is.” You cut him off with a shake of your head. “What happened between us means nothing to me anymore and frankly , you mean nothing to me.” Instead of hurt , you felt angry. Angry that he had the nerve to walk up to your group of friends , that he thought it’d be light hearted and quirky and somehow gain your attention once again.

“You don’t mean that.” Rafe shrugged. “You’ve had your fun , okay? We’ll work it out. I forgive you for messing with that dirty little Pogue and you can forgive me about what happened—” He went to move closer but you backed away.

“No.” Firmly standing your ground , you looked him in the eyes. “I don’t forgive you for what happened and believe me I tried that ‘forgive but don’t forget’ bullshit but you don’t deserve for me to forget. You hurt me , Rafe. You really hurt me. I loved you so much and you did time and time again. I loved you and you took advantage of that so honestly— fuck you.” Your pointer finger stared at him accusingly. “Fuck you for wasting my fucking time. This is it. This is the closure and after this I never want to talk to you again.”

Rafe stared at you like you had grown a third head. In all the time he had known you , he had never seen you like this. So bold and outspoken. You weren’t that timid girl who was too afraid to order her own meal at a restaurant anymore. “You don’t love him.” Was all he could say , his tongue poking his cheek. He wouldn’t show it and he wouldn’t say it— but it hurt him more than he thought it would. Maybe he never thought you’d get over him. Maybe he assumed you’d take him right back and blow off whatever guy was occupying your time. Sure it had been a couple months , but you couldn’t have fallen in love. You couldn’t have.

“I–I do.” Though you hadn’t admitted it to JJ just yet , you knew that you did. “And it’s right this time.”

“JJ Maybank?” Rafe said his name like it was the most outlandish thing in the world. “Really?”

“Really , Rafe. He doesn’t cheat on me at every party. He doesn’t laugh at me when I cry because the movie’s sad. He lets me listen to whatever I want in the car and he laughs at my jokes. He likes when I wear that red dress and heels. He loves me for all that I am and never tries to change that.” Everything had seemed to make sense in your head as you explained it to him , saying it out loud like that.

“Y/N—”

“You don’t love me , Rafe. You loved how I loved you.” You told him with your voice going softer. “But I know somewhere inside of you is capable of loving someone the way JJ loves me and when you find her , don’t make out with every girl you see and take lines of their ass.” You laughed , laughed at something that once broke your heart into a million pieces but now it humorous to you. Healed.

Rafe couldn’t find the words to say. His mouth couldn’t even open at that. He just stood there and watched you walk away back into JJ’s arms who instinctively wrapped around you , rubbing up and down the skin. He watched as he kissed you and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck , giggling and blushing like you once did with him.

It was too late to be sorry and he realized that.

You had started over. You began to fall in love all over again and Rafe was old news to you now— and it hurt a little more than he realized it would.

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Thing I've noticed about the Fairy tail fandom misogyny problem (I'm about to sound like such a nerd)

Not to be the loser of the year but the easiest way to see the bad treatment of women in the ft fandom is by imagining what would happen if you swapped the genders of gray and erza.

As we all know gray has a running gag of taking off his clothes, however while people clown on him for this it's also well known and obvious that he is more than that. He has depth and character beyond just that gag. In the more recent 100 year quest he really hasn't done that much by comparison to natsu Lucy erza or even Wendy. This has been (reasonably) upsetting to some fans arguing that he deserves better. I agree with this but I need you to imagine what the reaction would be if he was a women because it would be a completely different story.

If gray was a character who didn't get a lot of development and was always taking off his clothes as a women people would not be saying he deserves better then would be absolutely dog piling this dude calling him useless and fanservice only completely ignoring all his previous development.

How do I know this? Because that is literally what happened to Lucy. Back in the 2010s people WOULD NOT GET OFF HER ASS. people were constantly calling her useless (completely ignoring the fact that she's a brand new wizard being compared to guys who've been doing this since before puberty and NO SHIT SHES NOT THAT GOOD YET. THATS WHERE THE DEVELOPMENT COMES IN). It made sense for Lucy to be weaker than the others she was brand new to this and that was literally the point of her entire story to watch her grow as a wizard and become more independent and powerful. In some instances Lucy was written to be a damsel in distress character but rather then looking at her as an obvious victim of bad writing it was treated like it was somehow her fault. Gray and Lucy are very similar characters but gray is treated far more favorably right now than Lucy ever was back in the early days.

As for erza, people cannot stop calling her a plot armor character. All I see online is none stop hating, some people even claiming it's worse than natsu. The things is, to a degree they are right erza does have plot armor, the issue is that so does literally everyone else. As much as you don't want to accept it erza fights more so it's more noticeable with her but every single fairy tail fight outside of a few will have an element of plot armor ESPECIALLY for natsu.

The issue I have isn't that people are wrong it's that they completely ignore the fact erza is literally only being treated the same way male anime characters have been since the dawn of time but now suddenly it's a problem. Being overpowered and winning by punching things harder is fine as long as you're a dude ig.

It's even worse when people argue she's a Mary Sue because she objectively isn't. She not only has so many flaws that come to mind easily, she had probably one of the strongest character arcs I've ever seen. She's gone through more character development then 99% of the cast the only problem is that it happened very early and afterward Hiro didn't really know what to do with her.

That being said, even if she had no character arc at all I STILL WOULDN'T SAY SHES A MARY SUE. BECAUSE A MARY SUE IS A CHARACTER WITH NO FLAWS. AND NOBODY IN THIS SHOW IS MORE FLAWED THEN ERZA IS. I've heard people argue that all her flaws are comedic and, ignoring the fact this is just not true she has plenty of flaws that are genuine problems she needs to grow from (ie galuna island, tower of heaven and edolas), who cares if they are comedic? Natsu is also a very flawed person and has not had to change even a fraction of the amount Erza has and does that make him a Mary Sue? No. Do I still love him? Absolutely, he's funny as hell.

This post was not made to complain about gray or natsu btw Its not that I think they're useless or Mary sues I just don't think any of these characters are at all and I think people who do think that should all explode. Anyway this is just what I think feel free to disagree but don't try to argue with me because nobody is changing my mind on this one.

#fairy tail #natsu dragneel #lucy heartfilia #gray fullbuster #erza scarlet #yappin #good lord im insane

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anonymous-dentist · 10 months

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Day Six - Hybrids | Cuddling

Roier finds out that Cellbit is a cat hybrid literal seconds after finding out that Cellbit used to be a serial killer, because, apparently, those two things are the most important secrets in Cellbit's life.

Cellbit's cute little straw hat is off for the first time all day, and his hair sticks to his forehead- sweaty from a day of partying with everybody else at the Favela.

Roier's breath catches because right there in front of him for the very first time are two cat ears the same color as Cellbit's hair. They're ragged, torn in some places and nicked and with small chunks missing, and they twitch nervously- pressing themselves down towards Cellbit's skull- as Roier doesn't say anything.

Cellbit wrings his hat in his hands and pointedly looks anywhere but at Roier.

"It's just... hard, you know?" he quietly asks. "I'm not in prison anymore, but old habits die hard, I guess."

And, really, Roier should be more concerned about the fact that his fiancé is a literal serial killer. That is, objectively, really fucking concerning. Like, what if he relapses or something and starts murdering the shit out of everybody on the island starting with Roier himself? That's stuff he should be concerned about, right?

But, for whatever reason, all Roier can think of is the fact that, every time he and Cellbit have met up, Cellbit has had his goggles on.

"Hey," Roier softly says.

He reaches out for Cellbit's hands, freezes inches away, lets out a breath and properly takes them. The hat falls to the floor, settling on Roier's feet; the goggles attached to it bump against Roier's leg, ever-present.

Cellbit's breath catches, and his hands instinctively grip Roier's tightly. His ears perk up in surprise- absolutely adorable, what the fuck?

His voice is reverent: "Guapito..."

"Gatinho," Roier warmly replies. He smiles as Cellbit's eyes dart up to meet his; now that Roier knows to look, he notices the way Cellbit's pupils are less round than they should be and more, well... catlike. "Muy lindo..."

Cellbit flushes and tears his eyes away, ears flattening again.

"That's the problem," he says. "I'm not cute. I'm a killer."

"Sí." Roier nods seriously. "But you know what else?"

"What?"

"That's fine. You don't have to be cute. You can just be handsome. And sexy."

Cellbit cracks a small smile at that, face going even more red.

He's beautiful. Roier can't believe that he gets to marry him. His hands are rough, and he's covered in scars, and he has the sweetest smile, and he has cat ears that automatically swivel towards Roier every time he speaks.

With a quiet little 'mrrp'-ing noise, Cellbit lets his head fall forward onto Roier's shoulder. The tips of his ears graze Roier's cheek just momentarily, and they're so soft that Roier's mind goes blank outside of thoughts of Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho Gatinho.

Roier is brought back to reality by a weird little rumbling sound that he realizes is purring.

"Eu te amo," Cellbit murmurs, voice distorted by his purring.

He's just so easy with the verbal stuff, Roier doesn't know how he does it. Just thinking about telling Cellbit he loves him is enough to make Roier's heart stop and his blood boil and freeze and his face flush and his stomach fall out of his ass and his lungs explode. It shuts his brain down, but Cellbit? He's so good at it! (And he says he doesn't know how romance works, tsk tsk.)

Roier, unable to verbalize the billions and trillions of words flying around in his heart, just presses a hesitant kiss into the crown of Cellbit's head and hopes that it gets his affections across. It should, because Cellbit already knows Roier better than Roier might know himself, but-

A bashful kiss against the side of Roier's neck.

Roier swoons, just barely catching himself from melting into a gooey little puddle on the floor. He's gotta look goofy, he can feel how wide and ridiculous his smile is, but who the hell cares?

"Do you have a tail, too?" he hears himself asking, mind a million miles away. He can just picture himself and Cellbit kissing at the altar- their first ever real kiss ever- and just the thought of it makes his knees weak.

"Mhmm," Cellbit responds. He yawns against Roier's throat. "But you'll have to wait until our honeymoon for that."

Oh, God, the implications of that... Cellbit isn't into sex, and that's cool, but they'll be sharing a bed. A bed!!

The thought of finally getting to sleep with Cellbit (in the proper way, of course) makes Roier giddy enough to giggle into thin air.

"It's a date!" he happily says.

(A week later when they're finally in bed together for the first time, Roier spends a solid fifteen minutes properly admiring his husband(!!!)'s hybrid features for the first time, much to Cellbit's embarrassment.

"You're ridiculous," Cellbit whines, face hidden in his hands as Roier gently scratches him between the ears. He might sound annoyed, but he's purring, and his tail has already wrapped around both of Roier's legs, and he keeps dragging Roier's hand back every time he tries pulling away, so there.

"Maybe," Roier admits. He moves two of Cellbit's fingers away to kiss his forehead. "But you love me, anyway."

Cellbit doesn't argue, because he does.)

#a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose.#decided this one gets to be short and sweet #cause i've had a tummyache all day and haven't been able to write

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hello, hello! can i request a blurb where carlos and reader have moved in together and are having a housewarming party. they’ve invited a couple drivers over and lando tries to use the fancy hermes blanket on the couch and reader gasps! "what's the point of the blanket being on the couch if it can't be used?" "it's for show!" "oh for the love of god-" you’d do it amazingly 🫶🏼 thank you!

—coming home carlos sainz x reader love, mackie... hi nonnie!! this turned into exactly how I needed to spend my evening (my day was quite literally from hell.) and this ran a little longer than a blurb at 1.3k words! regardless, I hope you enjoy it! I had a lot of fun writing it (and listening to lots of Spanish music)

There wasn’t much that was easy about blending the home decor styles of you and your boyfriend. For every item that Carlos fell in love with, you had an equal and opposite styled piece that you were in love with. From the herringbone floors to the tall white walls, it seemed that everything in the place was a direct contrast of the other. Quiet luxury and old money and neon signs and maximalist paint swatches, it was almost an entire year before the two of you finally allowed guests to come over (which–by the way–was a direct conflict to one of the major reasons the two of you decided to move in together in the first place: hosting friends and family without arguing over who would be doing the hosting).

The week following the Spanish Grand Prix felt like the perfect time to finally show your home off to the people you loved most; everyone was already in Barcelona for Carlos, an hour and change flight or a two and a half hour train ride wouldn’t kill any of them, not when half of them had to make their way back to the capital.

That’s how it all cumulated into the night of all nights. The coffee table books are surrounded by half full, mis-matched wine glasses on old Spanish tile coasters (a compromise the two of you had made over the intricate hand painted ceramic that previously adorned the kitchen walls). The record player in the corner of the room stutters its way through Carlos’ dusty Boleros In Trío vinyl while the bluetooth speaker in the kitchen serenades listeners with the sounds of Sebastian Yatra.

Everytime Carlos enters a room, he flips the lightswitch on. You follow behind him turning the overheads back off, opting for the warm yellow lamp light and the colors of the city beyond the bistro-themed balcony. He burns a candle on the stack of decorative books, something with tobacco and cocoa and brandy and–jasmine, maybe? He always picks candles with jasmine, so you might just be imagining the smell out of habit.

And you, and him. The two of you so terribly settled into the domesticity of your shared lives, the air of love in every corner of the home. He appears in the kitchen in a warm breeze, reaching over your arm to grab a slice of chorizo from the tapas platter on the counter in front of you. He kisses your cheek when he does it, undoubtedly in hopes of distracting your hand from smacking his. “¿Tienes frío, mi amor?” Are you cold, my love? He peruses around the bite of food.

“¿No porque?” No, why? You ask, pressing the back of your hand against your cheek to feel the temperature of your own skin.

“Lando sigue y sigue sobre tener frío,” Lando is going on and on about being cold, he explains. “Estaba empezando a pensar que me estaba volviendo loco.” I was starting to think I was going crazy.

You laugh. If anything but temperate, you’re warm, working around the kitchen perfectly plating a platter for your friends and family to snack on. “Bueno, creo que Lando ha perdido la cabeza,” Well, I think Lando has lost his mind. Carlos chuckles, gives you another passing kiss as he moves behind you around the island. “¿Encontrarle una manta, sin embargo?” Find him a blanket, though? You ask. He nods through a chew, holds his thumb up as he backs out of the room—you wonder how he managed to sneak another bite of food past you.

You appear with the tray of snacks, chorizo with ham and cheese and bread, croquetas and patatas bravas and tigres. If it’s all as good as it was when you’d tested the menu last weekend, your company won’t even realize that you and Carlos aren’t serving them an actual meal this evening. Everyone hastily moves their coasters and glasses and Carlos moves the stack of books from the coffee table to the entertainment center, hovers behind you as you set the heavy platter down just in case you need him.

You find your seat next to Carlos on one of the sofas, know that he hates that people are eating on his new couches. He’d researched them for months–months–before finally deciding on the ones that had been delivered last month as a replacement to the ones from your old apartment.

You notice Lando is still blanketless, still dramatically letting a shiver run up his entire body every ten minutes. “Güey,” you say, and half the room looks up from their conversation, Lando’s eyes meeting yours. “If you are cold still, get a blanket.”

“Ay yai yai, pollita, relax,” he quips back in a thick, feigned Spanish accent. Carlos snorts and you meet Lando with your middle finger, an old friend of his. When you look to your boyfriend to meet his dumb chuckle with the same fate, he’s not even paying attention to the conversation. Instead, he picks at the bottom of a shelf hung on the wall above the two of you. It holds his trophy from Silverstone, a picture of him and Caco, a small jar full of incense sticks (maybe the jasmine you smell), which he has stuck a tiny Spanish flag into, and a picture of you and he following his win. The smiles on both your faces are so horribly cheek-aching that you can almost feel the phantom soreness when you look at it.

You watch as Lando reaches over another friend with a quiet excuse me. You can see the thought process happening behind his eyes, in his path for the blanket draped over the back of Carlos’ brand new couch. It’s like watching the world’s lowest stakes car crash.

“Carlos,” you whisper. “Carlos, él va por la cobija,” he’s going for the blanket, you say through gritted teeth, nudging your boyfriend to deal with his friend. He ignores you, still focused on the bottom of the shelf and the single splinter that shoots off it. “Carlos,” you say, this time with more force.

“¿Qué?” You finally get his eyes, nodding over to Lando, who is currently unfolding the Hermés throw blanket Carlos’ mother had gifted the two of you upon signing your lease. “Ay! Cabrón! No,” he finally says, standing up from his seat and moving to take the blanket from Lando, who looks on in utter confusion as Carlos refolds the throw and moves down the hallway.

“What the fuck?” He asks you through a meek chuckle.

“We don’t use that blanket,” you explain, and he looks even more confused than before.

“You… hu–what?” He laughs, with more confidence in his confusion than before. “Why is there a blanket on the couch if it can’t be used?”

You sigh, your eyes rolling behind closed lids. “It’s for decoration.”

“It’s for decoration?” You nod, just as Carlos appears from the hall again, usable blanket in tow, expensive throw likely put away in your shared bedroom. He hands it to Lando. “It’s for decoration,” the Brit teases.

Carlos shrugs, holds his hands up in defense in the return to his seat beside you. “Rule maker,” he says, pointing to you with a thumb before shifting it to himself, “rule follower.”

You laugh, adjusting to the sink of the cushion brought on by Carlos’ weight on the couch, your fingers finding the hair at the nape of his neck without even the beginnings of a thought. Lando groans, pointing to you, “whipped,” and then to Carlos, “whipped… but more.”

“Stellar delivery there, cabrón,” you smile. “No stutter or anything.”

Carlos exhales a sharp laugh, his shoulders bouncing silently. Across the coffee table, Lando, curled up in a fluffy blanket like a toddler staying up past their bed-time to hang out with Mom and Dad’s friends, flips you off and is sure to properly enunciate his silently mouthed fuck you.

#carlos sainz #carlos sainz blurb #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz fluff #carlos sainz x reader #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #f1 blurb #f1 imagine #f1 fic #f1 #f1 fanfic #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz drabble #carlos sainz fic #scuderia ferrari

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The Sonic 3 trailer finally dropped!

You better believe I was ready

Here are my thoughts from watching the trailer:

First thing that jumped out at me is the GUN commander hiring Sonic to take down Shadow. Looks like they’re not doing the mistaken identity/framing Sonic subplot. Sonic saying ACAB (his win quote against the first boss in SA2 is literally him sarcastically saying “Hey GUN! Take care!”) was probably too edgy for a family friendly Paramount movie. Sadly, this means we’re probably not going to get a proper City Escape scene. Best I can see happening is Shadow driving The Truck™, which, to the movie’s credit, he does do in IDW.

Shadow looks like he breaks himself out of Prison Island rather than being freed by Eggman. More on that in a bit.

There’s this shot here, where Shadow and Gerald(?) sit crouched over something in a burning hellscape with military/GUN soldiers approaching them. If this is a flashback, my guess this is where Maria dies. She takes a bomb instead of a bullet.

Shadow just starts blowing up shit in Tokyo? Okay. His original motive in SA2 was to collect the Chaos Emeralds and “fire” the Eclipse Cannon (actually send it hurtling towards the earth), but with the new lore the movies gave the emeralds, I have a feeling that won’t be the case here. I’m curious to see what Shadow’s goals here actually are—I remember hearing someone on Twitter say something about “finding Maria,” but Shadow buddy you’re not going to find her by blowing up Shinjuku!

Admittedly Shadow’s skating animation looks really cool. Keanu sounds fine as him, even if we only get to hear him say one line (this was the same case for Knuckles in Sonic 2’s trailer).

Eggman. What the hell’s going on with Eggman. It looks like Sonic and co. actively seek him out for help taking down Shadow rather than Shadow and Eggman staying on the same team for most of the story. My guess is that this won’t happen after like, Shadow beats them up so badly they need to ask him for help—I assume they come to him wanting to learn more about Gerald and Maria. Still, I can’t deny this is a weird direction to take him for this story.

Even weirder than that: Gerald! Turns out Gerald is still alive, flesh and blood. He’s also played by Jim Carrey. He also gives Eggman a hug, proving he’s not a hologram or ghost.

Shadow gets to ride his bike!!!! Yay!!!! I’ve said it before but bike shadow is way cooler than gun Shadow. He even gets to do the Akira bike slide

I’m sorry but this orchestral cover of Live and Learn does NOT do it for me. Put some rock in your movie, cowards.

Notable omissions: Rouge, Amy, Biolizard. Black Doom can’t show up because Paramount legally can’t pull from Shadow 05 for the movies as per their contract.

That’s all I got for now, but I’m sure I’ll be posting extensively about this in the near future.

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic movie #sonic 3 #dr. eggman #agent stone #stobotnik #knuckles the echidna #miles tails prower

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Sorry if I bother you or send you something a bit suck but I wanted to know if it was possible to you to do a hcs (or other forma, it doesn’t matter) with shanks and mihawk with a s/o who can copying everything (Haki, Mouvement, Physic, Devil power fruit, Everything) thanks to a rare Devil fruit..? Than you if you make it and sorry if it’s not corespondent to your blog or rules. 🐙

a/n - watch shanks fall in love with himself 💀 I added Law bec why not 💜

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, s/o has copy copy no mi (copy fruit)

- At first, he thought this was some twisted nightmare where he met himself… “Oh god. It’s me.” He was so disgusted 😭 he was also so embarrassed whenever you copied his abilities, hearing you say “room” and “shambles” made him reconsider what he named his techniques. 💀

- “Room…” -law “SHAMBLES!” -you

- “excuse me y/n. It’s my attack.” Man was offended, you literally interrupted him lmfao 😂 he was all like: bitch don’t take away my spotlight it’s the only thing I have

- “But it’s cool when I get to say it!” He also hates the way his voice sounds now because of this. Overall, he’s very embarrassed of himself, so as a result, you do not use your ability around him much. BUT- he does appreciate it when the marines start targeting you instead of him 🤭

- “LAW. HELP!”

- “Huh? I’m not Law wdym?”

- “YOU EMO MOTHERFU- I WILL THROW AWAY YOUR GERMA 66 FIGURES.”

- “NO-!”

- (ahem, I will calm down)

- enjoys it but also REALLY hates it at the same time. Perona gets you two confused all the time, she’ll ask you where Mihawk’s wallet is and you have to remind her of your abilities. “HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW WHEN YOU BOTH LOOK EXACTLY THE SAME?!”

- “Scars on the back are a swordsman’s shame!” You said, holding Mihawk’s sword in front of a pirate who had tried to take over the island. Your physique and features were perfect, an amazing copy of Dracule Mihawk himself

- “Y/n, I do not say that. The young roronoa says that. If you do something, get it right.” He said, sipping his wine while reading a newspaper under his umbrella. You glared at the man, turning back into your normal self before shoving the pirate off the island with ease

- “Can you at least admit that I am literally a perfect copy of you-?”

- “No, because you’re not.”

- “Why are you so difficult?”

- “Why are you so talented in things that do not matter?”

- “…You think I’m talented? 😖🥹”

- shanks absolutely adores the fact that yo have this ability. It makes for amazing party tricks! Turn into Uta and sing a beautiful song? Easy. Turn into Rayleigh so you can scold him? Hell yeah.

- you turned into him one day, and he was impressed. With himself 💀 “Damn- I look good!” -_- You had enough of him looking at you and complimenting HIS looks. So you turned into Rayleigh, and that my friend, is how you get your red haired man to shut the fuck up.

- “Shanks, do the dishes before I punch you.”

- “Yes sir.”

- man is deathly afraid of Rayleigh’s punch- 🤪 so everytime he starts fo be rude in any way, you turn into Rayleigh, it always works! Except turning into the dark king isn’t exactly great for camouflage against marines.

- they ended up seeing you and chasing you around since you looked like Rayleigh. “I’m not Rayleigh! I’m y/n l/n of the red haired pirates!” They stopped in their tracks, “Y/N L/N! THE LEGENDARY PIRATE?! GET THEM!” That plan of yours severely backfired, they ended up calling reinforcements.

- “Rayleigh you need some help down there?” Shanks asked with the literal most smug grin on his face. You got the best idea, while the marines were confused, you turned into a random soldier to blend in. They then caught sight of shanks and started going after him instead. Man did not think to argue with you ever again.

- “Baby I’m sorry 😭 please don’t ignore me I need love.”

don’t give him hugs

a/n - I loved this idea sm 🤭

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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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𝕊𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕨𝕖'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕥

Characters: Roronoa Zoro x fem! reader

Warnings: first time writing for him - be patient with me; light smut - MDNI; Zoro fucks you against a door because why the hell not?; yes, there is some alcohol involved; yes, we also have some soft Zoro thrown in there;

Base: crew mates; time skip; mutual pining; hidden feelings; everyone knows except them; some jealousy; clumsy confessions;

Taglist: @uchihabbynic - there is literally no way in hell i'm not tagging you in this piece 😂 as a wise character would say "Nic-senpaaaaaai!" 😂

Another island. Another battle in which the Straw Hats have emerged victorious. Another night surrounded by incredibly grateful residents, dancing and singing around a beautifully assembled bonfire while being offered humongous amounts of food, drinks and sweets. For pirates that refused to be called or considered heroes, you surely enjoyed the rewards.

“Do you think I can get his attention?” golden hair strands twirled in between manicured fingers, voice faltering with each note as nervousness washed over it — two women basked into the bonfire’s glow, gazes set on a very specific, yet unattainable man.

“Why wouldn’t you?” another raised an eyebrow, lips smacking together softly for the freshly applied lipstick to settle — fingers rushing through baby blue locks, ruffling them a bit for a more natural look. “He would be so lucky to get the attention of such beautiful women as we are.”

There wasn’t any trace of a lie in her words, both women of a beauty hard to deny. Smooth, silky skin unraveled from under the bit of clothing they both wore, bodies formed from nothing but perfect curves that would melt a man into submission in no less than a second. Adjusting their skimpy clothing, conversation of how to get in the man’s good graces kept pinching your ears to the point of annoyance. It did not even occur to you when an unwilling chuckle slipped, two pairs of eyes holding smoldering fires turning to the sound.

“Something funny?” the blue haired one asked, noticing quickly how she was the more confident one, annoyance dripping down her tongue.

“He doesn’t care.” short reply followed by a lazy shrug was offered as you didn’t meet their gazes, solely trained on the man having the time of his life while holding a bottle. “Women are not a priority.”

“She’s ..” the blonde swallowed hard, immediately lowering her head in an attempt to show respect. “.. a Straw Hat.”

“And?” arrogant amusement peeked from behind a pair of pearly whites that outstretched into a smirk. “Just because you weren’t able to catch his eye, which I don’t blame him for, it doesn’t mean we won’t.”

Before the sharp reply you prepared could be released, two bottles of sake flew by and landed into the hands of the two women. Surprise was written all over their faces, quickly looking in between the person standing behind you and the alcohol.

“Those should be enough to have Zoro look at you for longer than three seconds.” coldness laced Nami’s voice, an arm sneaking around your shoulders protectively — feather-like steps followed shortly thereafter, Robin joining in with an expression of such calmness it could bring down to their knees the most ardent adversary.

With a last mocking laugh, the two women left to pursue the only goal for the night: Roronoa Zoro.

Gaze lingered after them, hips swaying towards where the rest of the crew sat – Sanji’s eyes popping out of their sockets the moments the two beauties arrived. Golden earrings glimmered into the fire’s light as Zoro's head tilted slightly upwards to see where the sake bottles were coming from, eyes sharply flickered along the women’s form before meeting yours across the bonfire. It lasted more than any of you could count, abruptly cut off by the blue haired woman that sat down as if knowing perfectly where to.

“Here.” Nami’s tongue clicked, placing another bottle into your hand. “Tonight we drink and party.”

“Blind leading the blind.” Robin offered a small smile, positioning herself enough to cover the scene where your eyes stayed glued on, feminine laughter coming with way too much ease.

“What do you mean?” brows dipped into a game of confusion, not daring to open a subject that could set ablaze the entire island – slight pang of guilt hitting your chest knowing what was deeply hidden from two of your best friends.

“Y/N.” name melodically slipping past Robin’s lips as her head cocked a bit to the side, bright blue eyes holding in them a familiar glint. “We know.”

“You’ll have to be more ..” fingers unscrewing the bottle’s cork and throwing it to the ground before quickly taking three consecutive gulps, feeling right away the alcohol hitting into the pits of your stomach along with the suspicion of what Robin was hinting at. “.. specific.”

“Really?” playful smirk curved Nami’s lips, arm tightening its grip around your shoulders, nose poking ever so slightly a cheek that felt hot to the touch. “You’re in love with Zoro.”

Each crack that was carefully sealed with each minute, day, week and year passed into his presence, reopened in a matter of seconds when the sentence you hid yourself from was uttered. Eyes snapped wide open, taking a step backwards while stumbling a bit over your own feet, the feeling of airways constricting as the sake rolled down the throat faster than needed.

“I think you were too specific.” Robin chuckled lightly, steadying you on your own two feet while Nami patted away the violent cough rocking your burning lungs.

“I was right though.” Nami casually shrugged, both witnessing fingers clutching tightly around the bottle, jaw clenching as it pulsated under the skin, faint blush pinching your cheeks. “We all kinda knew for at least a year now. It’s not as hidden as you both think.”

“Both? Nami .. not both.” head shaking slowly, you sighed deeply as bitterness pinched the roof of your mouth. “Just me. And it’s fine.”

“That’s not ..” Robin began saying, quickly catching on to what you were trying to say and wanting to dismiss it.

“Can we not make a big deal out of it right now? Tomorrow’s another day.” arm stretching out towards your best friends with a small smile. “Tonight we drink and party.”

Nami and Robin looked at each other, both wanting to protest against your previous statement before realizing this was neither the time or the place. Laughter ensued, bottle passed around to seal the secret with the liquid that was bound to unravel what has been left unsaid for years on end. Arms thrown around their shoulders, you made your way towards the rest of the Straw Hats, passing right past the two women that were trying a bit too hard to get into Zoro’s good graces as his eye followed you.

“Y/N.” Zoro’s fingers wrapped around your wrist the moment you walked by him, abruptly stopping while a heavy knot formed into the stomach. “Drink with me.”

“Not tonight.” sharp reply came almost instantaneously, gaze kept forward and settling on Sanji and Franky that looked at the two of you with wide eyes filled with surprise – never before refusing to drink with Zoro, especially after such a glorious victory, always inseparable. “You already have great company.”

Every single muscle in Zoro’s body hardened, jaw clenching shut hearing the notes of your usually calm, kind voice drenched in a coldness he only heard in battles or when Sanji was overstepping. Head tilted upwards, dark gaze falling on an empty expression, calmly watching how you took another sip from the bottle, its content pinching your cheeks even more with a pinkish shade. The tension was of an uncommon heaviness, your crew mates watching the entire ordeal in complete silence, Luffy pulling out of his mouth a large bone with a “pop”.

“Is there any room for me there, Sanji?” just like that, all the coldness dissipated into the air as a warm smile graced your features, wrist slipping away from Zoro’s grip a bit too harshly for his taste. “Drink with me!”

“That was harsh.” Franky mumbled while moving to the side to allow for you to sit in between him and Sanji, everyone else resuming their antics, feeling their eyes darting back and forth between you and Zoro for a bit longer.

“That was perfect.” Sanji grinned from one ear to the other, arm comfortably swinging around your shoulders before raising his voice. “Y/N, we’re going to have so much fun tonight!”

Night progressed with music and laughter swirling into the air, stars and moon being witnesses to Brook’s intoxicating notes complimenting Luffy, Usopp and Chopper’s shenanigans that had the residents filled with pure joy and a fun not lived in too long. As bottles fell, so did your worries, every single thought or feeling washing with each generous gulp of sake, accepting invites to dance with the island’s residents, laughing and forgetting, even for one night, where your heart truly was.

When one man became too many, Franky threw you over his shoulder while Luffy and Nami booed him for being a fun killer. Everyone knew that being a lightweight wasn’t one of your traits, recognising with ease that it was one of those moments when letting loose was the best option – simply tipsy and pushing as deep as possible any feeling related to the one that seemed to be unable to leave your mind.

“Franky!” frown dipping into a pout, arms crossed against the chest as you eyed the cyborg with a glint of vengeance in your eyes. “I can handle myself.”

“And the last thing we need is a swordsman out of control.” Franky barked back immediately, finger pointing so close it could touch your nose. “Sake or men.”

“Sake.” you mumbled, nose scrunching up, tip of the shoe tapping lazily against the ground. “Bottle.”

“Atta girl!” Franky laughed loudly as he turned around to leave and bring the only thing that would keep you under control at the moment.

“Hmpf! The audacity!” quiet growls coming out in waves filled with displeasure, aggressively blowing a hair strand out of your face. “Who cares what Zoro thinks? He can go fu ..”

Words died out into the throat the moment a step was taken backwards, back hitting abruptly a hard surface that had your muscle tense in a split second. Warmth engulfed you from head to toe feeling an arm wrapping around the waist, a low, deep chuckle you knew all too well brushing past the ear in waves carrying amused notes. Instinctually, your hand flew upwards, pressing softly against the one that held you tightly. Heart jumped into your throat with a never felt before speed, eyes closing for a brief moment to inhale the familiar scent of steel that replaced the Summer air, grabbing and pulling mercilessly at every single sense you possessed.

“You were saying?” Zoro rasped into your ear, eyes snapping wide open realizing with how much ease you began melting against him.

“Nothing that concerns you.” voice danced between warmth and coldness, fighting to get a hold of the person you were when not around him.

“I heard my name.” arm tightened its grip around the waist, being pulled even more into him than ever before while his other hand found your left one, fingers dangerously close to intertwining.

“You heard wrong.” another sharp reply slipped past your lips, mustering up the strength to evade the most comfortable grip in which you have ever been caught, quickly taking a step forward.

Forgetting for a mere second who the person you were talking to was, guard was let down enough for Zoro to grab your wrist and hold you in place, feeling his dark gaze burning into the back of your head. Small smile forced its way towards the corners of your mouth, fighting to stretch them out, teeth nipping into the inner cheek in an attempt to keep yourself as grounded as possible.

“Let me go, Zoro.” annoyed sigh made its way into the air, wrist wiggling into its grasp.

“Why are you so mad at me, Y/N?” the question you’ve been avoiding being thrown out into the open, wincing slightly hearing how his voice danced between anger and calmness.

“Just because I chose to drink with Sanji, and not you, it doesn’t mean I’m mad.” you chuckled lightly, choosing to play the card of an innocence he never bought into. “He deserves a chance from time to time.”

“I’ll ask again.” this time his voice dropped more than an octave, detecting with ease the threatening notes that always made your skin crawl when going at each other’s throats for whatever reason that would be squashed in less than a minute. “Why?”

Before another, either mocking or smart, answer could be uttered, Zoro quickly tugged at your arm, body being spun around in the blink of an eye. Palm slapped quietly against his broad, tanned chest, the arm which he pulled at being locked behind your back with his own, breath hitching as surprise washed over your expression the moment his satisfied one met yours.

That is when the answer to the “Why so bold in public?” question came – half-lidded eyes stared completely lost into yours, cheeks pinched with the usual alcohol blush, his usually slicked back hair now slightly ruffled as its aspect, along with its uncanny green shade, reminded you of why Sanji called him Moss Head, and an arrogant smirk was the Zoro facing you tonight.

Drunk Zoro — a sight to behold.

“I- ..” whisper of a sentence that never came faltered, too enthralled by the man holding you closer than ever before as eyes filled with want couldn’t stop from tracing along the sharpness of Zoro’s jaw, lips parting while your gaze darted across his – fingers twitched against the warmth of his chest, slowly moving upwards until they brushed across the protruding collarbone.

“Y/N.” Zoro’s voice faltered into a whisper with each letter of your name, eye closing feeling the softness of your skin against his, deep inhale being taken – as if a spell was breaking, hand stopped before it could reach his face, eyes snapping wide open, erratic heartbeats breaking out loud enough for both of you to hear.

“You were busy.” snapping harshly, words coming out in a hiss, eyes darkening as you attempted to stare down the man you never could. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

“Busy?” Zoro’s brows fell into confusion before being taken over by a brief surprise, corners of his mouth twitching into a blooming amusement that decided to take the form of a smirk. “Hm.”

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Roronoa.” low growl erupted from the back of your lungs, swift movement changing the dynamic, forearm pressing against his throat. “And let me go.”

It was beyond impossible to maintain a defensive posture with the way Zoro’s dark gaze cut right through the core of your soul, too strong to wriggle out of his grasp while feeling being pulled even closer into the body that provided a warmth and comfort you’ve been dreaming of for far too long now. Breathing picked up its pace, heartbeats slamming against the rib cage and carving their way out, his head dipping so close lips ghosted over each other.

“You’re not going back to them.” Zoro whispered as his half-lidded gaze traced the movements of your quivering lips — danger blooming into his dark iris at the mere hint of the men surrounding you not too long ago.

Alcohol tainted breaths embraced each other, Zoro’s right hand releasing yours from its strong grasp only to wrap around the waist, flushing your bodies together in a breathless closeness. His ever watchful eye began memorizing every imperceptible gesture of the muscles, quietly observing the haziness that began settling over your features as his left hand cupped your face, tilting it upwards a bit more only for the thumb to brush innocently along your lower lip. Shaky breath slipped into the air, each second taking away from you the ability to stay grounded into reality, dancing along the fine line that led into insanity.

Heavily intoxicated on the scent of the man you have secretly loved for as long as you could remember, mind barely able to debate between “should I?” or “I shouldn’t”, electric shockwave had your blood rushing with an unmatched speed the moment Zoro’s other hand swiftly moved away from your face to travel along the body, palm pressing against the small of your back before expertly smoothing over the curvature of your ass.

“Zoro ..” choked out whisper, desperately hanging between confusion and a hidden plea for more, brushed against his feverish lips. “What are you doing?”

Instead of being offered a sound, sane reply, you were met with fingers dipping into the flesh, Zoro’s hand grabbing a handful of your ass and squeezing far from gentle. Lips parted to let out a breathless, quiet moan that almost went unnoticed by the man.

Almost.

“Settling whatever this is.” Zoro answered the question while taking a step back, releasing your body from his strong grasp and stretching out an arm, palm all open and welcoming.

It was blatantly obvious what was about to happen, yet you could not stop taking his hand, you could not fight the rush of hotness that ravaged your body from head to toe, blood rushing through the veins at the mere thought of finally reaching the point you’ve thought about for so long while cumming all alone, all over your fingers. With each step taken towards the house where all the Straw Hats were going to spend the night, your core dripped heavily onto the underwear’s material and drenching it beyond anyone’s wild imagination. After all this time, you knew Zoro better than the back of your own hand and, the heavy tension, the burning gaze, the alluring rasp with which he talked were dead giveaways, witnessing some whenever a woman was caught in his trap – he was either going to fuck you or kill you.

There was no in between.

“Settle it how?” the dumbest question you could think of slipped out, feet stepping inside the house, Zoro’s grip on your own hand tightening hearing it, walking through the darkness while climbing the stairs to the first floor – third bedroom on the left.

“You were jealous.” the force with which the words fell off his lips slapped the breath out of you, mouth agape as the door clicked shut behind, back resting against it as Zoro’s arms were crossed against the chest, dark eye solely focused on your shocked expression. “Why?”

“I could say the same thing.” out of fear of looking weak, a mere attempt at regaining yourself, choosing to raise an eyebrow rather than answering straight. “Which means, Zoro .. Why?”

“Because you’re mine.” the reply came with a venomous possessivity you’ve never encountered before, at the same time also with a baffling ease that pushed the knees into a trembling motion.

“I’m .. what now?” walls sprung, protecting any bit of the feelings you have been trying so heavily to hide, laughter escaping into the darkness, trying to act as if the moonlight did not fall right on Zoro’s not so amused expression, dark gaze glinting with determination. “Since when?”

In the blink of an eye and one swift motion later, you found yourself propped against the door, feet no longer touching the ground as the legs were wrapped around Zoro’s waist, mini-skirt riding upwards along the thighs while the strap of your tank top fell off the shoulder. Chest began heaving heavily, one of his arms wrapped around the waist for support while the other worked its way upwards, fingers tangling into the hair.

“Since we’ve met.” Zoro’s reply came as a whisper, warm breath pinching your lips as they hovered over his – truth spilled into the silence, chin trembling holding back all the pent up emotions.

“Are you?” dancing between reality and insanity, asking the question you wanted to hear a clear, truthful, spoken answer from, both separated right now only by a simple decision. “Mine?”

Zoro’s gaze darted from your face to your lips and back again, body filled with nothing but goosebumps at the feeling of having the woman he has been in love with since he can remember into his arms, mind twisted with never ending thoughts of ravaging every part of you until there was nothing left to give. Even with an alcohol induced mindset, Zoro always knew how to keep to himself, how to not reveal more than needed. However, seeing with how much ease your lower lip quivered, holding back what he thought to be so much time wasted in bottling up feelings, taking in the beauty in which your eyes bathed while silently pleading for an answer, he decided that if there was a person that was allowed to see him unravel, that was you.

“I’m yours.” Zoro swallowed the heavy knot formed into his throat, melting against your body as each muscle relaxed to allow you to understand that there was more than meets the eye. “Since we’ve met.”

The answer you’ve been waiting for far too long – everything needed and more.

Letting go, in a split second lips melted against each other, arms wrapping tightly against Zoro’s neck, bodies completely flushed together as his fingers lost themselves into your hair, gripping at each strand as if afraid of losing what was right in front of him. Tongue swiped across the lower lip, granting easy access into your mouth, not even fighting for the dominance you’d usually challenge him on a daily basis – you were his for the taking.

With each passing second, hunger surfaced over the passion, panting and teeth clashing in a desperate attempt to taste each other even more than possible. Arms fell off Zoro’s shoulders, traveling down the chest, not shying away for a single second when your hands worked over the clothing, one pushing it off his body while the other reached for what you wanted where it was needed the most. Mouthwatering hardness came in contact with your palm, skins separated by nothing but material and a guttural groan was released, one that had you clench painfully around nothing.

“Impatient.” Zoro’s very particular chuckle, one that signaled danger, had you freezing – hand abruptly stopping from sizing him up, mouth agape, half-lidded gaze settling on his lips.

Fingers untangled from your hair, brushing across the sensitive skin of your neck before settling on the chest, being pushed backwards and leaning against the door once again.

It was impossible to look away from the beauty this man so easily displayed – defined muscles only Gods were said to be having, the broadness of his shoulders you found absolutely delicious were in full view, abdomen relaxing and contracting with each push of Zoro’s attempt to control the last bit of sanity he could hang onto right now as it fell into that, oh, so delicious, sculpted V-line, jawline of a sharpness that was not for the fainthearted, blush pink lips glistening with the remnants of your hungry kisses, half-lidded, dark gaze settled on yours along with the mess of a green hair from what had ensued so far.

Godly, you thought.

Too entrapped by the man haunting your dreams, there was no warning when his fingers hooked into the material of your tank top and pulled mercilessly, tearing it in one swift motion. Breasts bounced lightly when being released from their confinement, pebbled nipples coming abruptly in contact with the air, eyes snapping wide open at the gesture while a gasp erupted. Head cocked slightly at the sight, Zoro licked his lips hungrily before a smirk took over, taking a moment to admire the image in front of him, one he believed to be a whole lot better than whatever he imagined while fisting his cock at the thought of you.

“Stop staring.” you huffed, blush dusting the cheeks, one you knew was bright enough to outshine the moon, while playfully flicking his golden earrings.

“You were doing the same a minute ago.” Zoro grinned from one ear to the other, watching with a deep pleasure how you began squirming.

Opening your mouth in an attempt to be a smart ass, words died in your throat, being taken over by a moan the moment his mouth came in contact with your pebbled bud, tongue flicking playfully at it while his other hand gave equal attention to the other. Head fell backwards against the door, chest being pushed upwards, further into Zoro’s ministrations that were engulfing your mind in a pleasure induced haze.

“Roronoa.” fingers scratched against his scalp to which Zoro groaned loudly, grabbing at his hair and pulling backwards, darkened eyes staring right into his, skin brimming with a fire only the two of you could feel, panting desperately while being met with an innocence that sent a shiver down the spine. “Fuck me.”

It was either pride or amusement that could be read on Zoro’s flushed face – whatever it was resulted in his clothing fully dropping on the floor, eyes falling on the spot that interested you the most. Quiet, wet slap had you shivering lightly, breathing quickening its pace while watching his hard, veiny cock in all its might, standing up to attention and forcing for your eyes to not cross noticing the slight curvature upwards that was surely going to hit exactly the right spot.

Arousal pooled even more into your panties, feeling how soaked they were, inner thighs drenched beyond reality, his cock’s angry tip leaking heavily in anticipation.

“Up here.” Zoro rasped, hand sneaking in between your legs, fingers hooking into the material and pulling it to the side – eyes meeting his, completely lost on the expectation of what was about to happen, you hastily worked on the skirt while bunching it all around the waist. “Fuck.”

The word slipped out of both of you at the same time, Zoro’s fingers finding themselves completely drenched in arousal when settling in between your folds. Arms wrapped around his shoulders when feeling one finger slipping in with an embarrassing ease while his thumb pressed playfully on your needy clit. Slow, lazy movements derailed your mind completely to fall over the edge, needy whimpers slipping into his mouth as lips met yet again. Surges of hotness and pleasure rushed along the veins, hips beginning to move on their own accord wanting more.

“You can take another, yeah?” Zoro’s own panting revealed itself as another finger was pushed inside, the desperation of your needy cunt sucking them in with ease – whimpers morphing into moans, hips being pushed even deeper onto thick fingers as the first praise of tonight was released. “Good girl.”

“Wa-ah!-nna cum.” you mumbled against his lips, feeling that familiar coil building tightly inside, hanging onto dear life for more, thumb circling, playing lazily with your puffy clit, fingers slipping against that, oh, so delicious spot. “P-please ..”

“I know, I know.” that all knowing smirk carving into Zoro’s features, mocking tonality coming to play while gritting his teeth for control, feeling the way your gummy walls clenched around his soaked fingers – in a split second emptiness filled you, whimper and a confused expression following. “Wanna have you cum on my cock.”

Heartbeats thumped violently against the rib cage, Zoro bringing his fingers drenched in your juices up to his lips before sliding them into his mouth, pulling out of you a shameless moan at the sight. It was as if fighting a force of nature, the gesture enough to have your coil snap, holding back painfully to not cum right there and then - so fucking good, the swordsman rasped, watching with satisfaction how you fought to remain sane.

Strong hands settled on the hips, Zoro aligning himself with your soaking core that was dripping down the inner thighs and onto the floor, droplets falling with quiet slaps at the contact with the wood. Foreheads pressed together, eyes never leaving the other’s face, rock hard cock rubbed in between your folds for lubrication, drenching him completely.

Feeling the tip slowly pushing in, gasping with no sound at the burn of an unfamiliar stretch, eyes widened at the size that you had to accommodate with, zoning away from him. Even after seeing it in full earlier on, you were definitely not prepared for it.

“Eyes on me.” Zoro commanded, voice faltering from aroused to careful, calm even – your gaze focused back on him quickly, looking for a confirmation that you were alright, a brief nod following right after.

With each delicious inch, the burn of the stretch turned into pleasure, accommodating to Zoro’s size and length being a work you never thought was needed. Teeth rolled in between them his lower lip, whimpers slipping out until you were flushed completely against him. Jaw went slack when he bottomed out, feeling the twitch of his cock against your stretched out walls. A few slow, lazy strokes followed, both accommodating at a whole nother level, broken moans beginning to fall off each other’s lips.

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” Zoro’s head fell backwards, fingers dipping into the flesh of your hips as he guided your body as he pleased, up and down the length you wanted for so long. “F-fuck ..”

“M-more ..” was the only thing you could say, pleading to be fucked beyond relief. “P-aah!-lease!”

Teeth grazed across the sensitive skin of Zoro’s neck the moment his pace picked up another level, nails digging into the flesh of his muscular back, leaving trails of ownership with each stroke, wet slaps bouncing off the walls. Lips latched onto the skin, sucking viciously until you stole another moan from him, love bite threatening to form by the time this was over. Every single time your needy cunt was clenching around Zoro’s length, another loud moan would slip into the air, filling you with a possessive satisfaction knowing it wasn’t because of someone else but because of you. He was unraveling right under, contracting on purpose just to hear that sweet sound coming out of the greatest swordsman.

“S-stop .. doing that!” Zoro barked annoyed, slamming into you aggressively, the loudest moan that was let out so far, finally making its appearance – clenching once more, fingers grabbed at the back of your head, pulling backwards until you were met with the cool wood of the door and a dark, hooded gaze. “Brat.”

Using the surface as leverage, angling you just right, Zoro’s arms went under your knees, spreading them beyond perfection as his gaze fell right on the spot where the two of you connected. Hands settled on your waist, fingers dipping forcefully into the flesh, squeezing an annoyed hiss from the woman that has been challenging him since they’ve met. A vicious smirk pinched his puffy lips, dragging his cock out slowly before slamming it deeply into your cunt.

“FUU-AAH!-CK!” the scream that plunged out of your lungs had Zoro’s cock twitch violently, watching how your body arched in pleasure.

“Rough, ha?” rasped chuckle came from the swordsman, hands wrapping around his wrists. “That’s my girl.”

What you thought felt absolutely amazing until now, turned into absolutely mind-blowing madness as Zoro began using your dripping hole as he deemed fit. Bewildering pace filled with a stamina fit for none other than him set the tone of how his hungry cock devoured your needy cunt. Clenched teeth could be seen between the moaning and the grunts he let out, sliding in and out like a starved man, watching almost drooling the way you were desperately sucking him in. It did not even matter at this point that the door was trembling violently in its hinges, the way he was capable of hitting into that perfect spot, tip kissing your cervix in the most delicious of ways.

Sweat trickled down Zoro’s body, glistening muscles flexing with each movement, licking his lips at the sight of the white, creamy ring forming at the base of his cock. Droplets of the same exhaustion essence dripped down in between your bouncing breasts, nails digging into the skin of Zoro’s wrist as the knot holding everything together was about to snap into millions of pieces.

“‘m gonna .. ahhh! fuck!” your moans began to be erratic, these last words being from the string of coherent ones as the rest came completely mumbled out, slurred even along with the squelching noises of a drenched out cunt sucking in the best cock it ever tasted. “ .. c-cum ..”

“C’mon .. shit!” Zoro grunted, holding you with only one hand while the other came in between trembling legs, thumb and index fingers settling on the clit, squeezing it gently between them before twisting it slightly. “Cum on my cock.”

“I w-wa-aah ah!-nt .. w-with me ..” barely audible words falling off your lips, unfocused eyes crossing from the pleasure the swordsman was inflicting on you. “Cum.”

Without thinking twice, the coil that has been burning heavily snapped in a split second, starstruck release washing over the both of you. Zoro slammed as deeply as possible into the depths of your cunt that was milking him for dear life and more, filling you up to the brim with his hot, creamy release, the pool of your violent orgasm erupting and drenching the man, dripping onto the floor in a never ending rain of droplets.

Heavy pants ensued into the darkness, silence embracing the both of you, Zoro wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling towards him until flushed completely against each other. Lips peppered hot kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, traveling upwards under the ear and finding their way across the cheek until met with your feverish ones. Lazy, yet needy, brief kisses adorned your lips as his spent member slipped out of your warmth, quiet whine being let out at the loss of contact.

“Look at me.” Zoro whispered calmly, warmth pinching the tonality of a usually deep, aggressive voice – you refused by hugging him tightly, knowing exactly what he will see once allowed to. “Y/N.”

Slight, brief shiver took over, one that did not go unnoticed by the swordsman as he frowned briefly at the unusual occurrence, thinking, at first, that you were just tired. Pressing another kiss on your temple, nose nudging at it as a sign that you could not hide forever. Taking a deep breath, body moved slightly backwards, coming face to face with the only man that you wanted to fuck for the rest of your life. Zoro’s eyebrows snapped upwards briefly, barely visible to the untrained eye. Not to you. That was because you knew exactly what he was seeing right now.

Past the messy hair, flushed cheeks, puffy lips and sweaty body, there was the loud thumping of a heart that was never going to be able to settle after tonight and a very specific glint that adorned your eyes.

You looked utterly and irremediably in love.

What you did not expect to see, disregarding the words you both said to each other before everything began tonight, was that Zoro had the same expression on his face. Knot formed into the throat, teeth nipping at the inner cheek noticing the blush that bloomed onto his usually stone cold cheeks. You were both staring at each other as if caught red handed, as if doing something that you were not supposed to when, in fact, you had absolutely no idea that this was going to be the best decision any of you could make in their entire lives.

“I’m in love with you.” courage came out of complete nowhere, pushing you to be the first one to speak, knowing who was the man you were talking to – Roronoa Zoro, the man that would never say it hurts, rather dying on his own two feet than admitting to a weakness. “I have been for as long as I can remember. Yes, I was jealous of the two women that came to you tonight. Yes, I danced with all those men in hopes of getting a reaction out of you. Clearly, it worked and ..”

“Y/N.” Zoro tried stopping the avalanche, noticing how you kept fidgeting into his arms, fingers playing with the golden earrings – something you always did when nervous, uncomfortable or deep in thought.

“And you don’t have to say anything.” you followed, palm cupping his cheek while the other thumb smoothed over the scar adorning his left eye. “I can see it perfectly already. Don’t force yourself to be someone you’re not just for the sake of me hearing the same words. Tonight was enough for me to realize that you’re in love with me too.”

Zoro stared, lips parted in surprise hearing the words that fell past the lips he was kissing not even a few minutes ago with a love he had never shown another. You were the person that knew him better than anyone, he could go to the lengths of saying that even better than Luffy himself. He knew he did not have to say it for you to understand that his heart was beating in the same ways as yours did.

However, what Zoro was going to do was to show you as better as he can, willing to learn how to make you as happy as he wished for you to be with him – love, something Roronoa Zoro never thought he would be able to be blessed with.

“Thank you.” the swordsman whispered, lips pressing against yours gently, softness enveloping your senses, foreheads leaning into each other as he pulled back.

“And that?” innocent chuckle bloomed into the air, your finger pointing at the bright love bite fully settled into the skin of his neck. “Those two better know who you belong to now.”

“God, woman ..” Zoro laughed loudly – a true, rare sight – while playfully slapping your ass to which you jumped slightly, letting out the same laugh. “You’re killing me.”

“Exactly!” you chirped, grinning from one ear to the other, while being carried towards the bathroom. “No one else is allowed to kill you also. If you ever decide to die, I’ll happily oblige and do it myself!”

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