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portgasdwrld · 1 year

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Hello! I read older posts where you mentioned you weren't a fan of your writing. I think you're awesome though! Love your work. c:

I have a suggestion, if you happen to like it. Could we get Zoro (and any other characters) with a shy and aloof female reader who can't figure out they're being flirted with, even though they share the same feelings?

👩🏻‍💻Hey!! Thank you so much for your sweet words it means a lot to me🫶🏻✨ I’m super happy you love it! And yes ofc no problem!! I love the idea 🤭

📂 Zoro+ oblivious shy/aloof reader to his flirting

Featuring: Zoro+ f!reader Warning: none, fluff Note: I rewrote it and very much prefer this version, I hope you do as much as me

Zoro was never the type of man to be outspoken about his feelings

His flirting is somewhat a bit clumsy and he gets frustrated with himself easily. He gets embarrassed by being open with how he feels.

It doesn’t help when you are clearly not reading in between the lines...

He even wonders if you are doing it intentionally to mess with him, but when you just give him a confused look or go on about your day like nothing happened, he questions himself 😭

A sigh leaves the swordsman's lips as his back leans against the railing of the deck. His thoughts wander and they always come back to one thing bothering him: you.

He starts to doubt himself as most of his flirting attempt were fails. A week ago, he complimented your outfit ,but you simple threw a short thanks with a smile as you walked away. Wednesday when he sat next you for dinner and brushed his arm against yours, you just apologized with a blush and slightly took your distance. Yesterday, when he asked to talk to you, but you stuttered a bunch of words and got away from him by grabbing Nami's arm.

He knew better than abandoning. In fact, ever since his feelings for you were revealed to him, all he could think of, was you. You occupied his mind when it wasn't focused on training, he found himself longing to hug you and smile when you do. Although, he thought about not pursuing you, scared it would ruin his focus on his goal. It was in vain, as he realized you were always very supportive of his goal and even cheered him to train harder and achieve his dream. He appreciate it a lot.

The sun is slowly setting on the Sunny, the golden light illuminating the boat. He looks far away, a hand on his swords and his head turns in your direction as your laugh echoes through the ship.

You are playing a card game with Robin, killing time before its time for supper.

His lips naturally curve into a discreet smile as he observes you complain about some move Robin did. You were accusing her of cheating with her ability, sulking over your lost as she quickly denies it with a chuckle. As he watches you, he notices that you did something different with your hair and decide to use it to his advantage.

He approaches you with his usual blank expression, but he slightly hesitate in his steps which caught Robins attention. You smile noticing his presence.

-What brings you here! Wanna play?

You ask him as you show him quickly the pack of cards in your hands with your infamous grin.

-Nah, I’m good. You..you did something new with your hair?

-Oh, yeah! You noticed? Robin said it looked good.

You reply in an excited tone as you touch your hair.

-Yeah, you’re pretty.

-Thanks! I appreciate it

You say with a slight blush due to the compliment, but an awkward silence falls. Zoro stays silent for a moment as he thinks of what he could ad to the conversation but you open your mouth first.

- By the way,..umm I'm sorry about yesterday, i hope it wasn't something important?

You trail avoiding to stare at him as you remember how you embarrassingly ran away too nervous to talk to him. When he pulled you to the side, his eyes staring deeply into yours, you felt like you couldn't breath for a moment. You didn't want him to obviously figure out you like him...

Robin gazes at Zoro before looking at you a small teasing smirk appearing on her lips.

-Oh...Yeah...I was hoping to talk to you, but...uh.

He says as his face gets red. He clearly hates the facts that Robin is here enjoying the little show while you are still oblivious to his advances.

-It can wait

-We can talk now if you want. We were done with our game anyway.

-I have to do something first, but you can meet me in the crow-nest in about 5 minutes?

He lies trying to give himself some time to think about what he's going to say. You nod agreeing with your usual smile that he loves so much.

-Alright then see ya

You watch him leave, curious about what he wants to speak with you. You shrug your shoulders ready to leave too, but Robin is looking at you with a small teasing smirk.

-What?

-Nothing~

She retorts sweetly before waving you off.

++++

The dark sky slowly sets over the head of the Strawhats as the delicious smell of the food fills everyone nostrils. You enter your room to put away your card and as you are about to leave, you take a moment to breath. You didn't notice how nervous you are until you felt your breath getting a little shaky.

Arrived at the location, you open the door and see him sat not too far from the window. He’s looking away but as he notices your presence, he invites you to sit besides him.

-The food smells good

You say breaking the silence. He nods and looks outside again. At around the same moment, an insect fly inside and run directly in your face, making you panic a little. Zoro is quick to catch it and throw it away, making sure you are fine at the same time.

-You’re okay?

-Yeah, it’s just a small insect, I'm good.

-Wait

He gets closer to you and clumsily fix your hair with the use of his fingers.

-Cool

He concludes with a small satisfied smile as he finishes placing your hair. You look up at him with a blush, eyes connecting with his. Zoro clears his throat as he leans back while you stare at your nervous fingers. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you stare now at your friend.

-So, what did you want to talk about?

You see him hesitate as he opens his mouth but close it quickly. His gaze shift from you to the view outside. He sighs and with a blush spread on his tanned cheeks, he finally speaks.

-I like you

Your eyes widen at his sudden confession, not expecting this at all. You furrow your eyebrows as your hand naturally covers your pounding heart.

-What??Since when!?

You ask completely confused. He chuckles a little astonished to your true shock to his confession. You really didn't notice his flirting tactics.

-I thought I made it obvious

-No?? How??

-Uh...with compliments.

-Zoro...

-I don't compliment anyone like the cook, I genuinely think you are pretty.

You gasp a little hiding your face in your hands, half of you not believing this is real and half of you realizing the cause of his strange behavior. You let your hands fall on your laps as you giggle.

-You're so bad at flirting

You joke to try to calm yourself down. Both of you start laughing as he admits it with a nod.

-You are so dense though

-Pfff, not at all

-You clearly can't take a hint

-Wha-

-Y/N SWANNNN, It's time to eat!

You are interrupted by Sanji's scream that startle you a little.

-Look like dinner is ready

Zoro concludes as he prepares himself to stand up, but you quickly grab his forearm pulling him down. You close the distance and give him a quick kiss on his cheek. He looks at you surprised, but he slowly start to smile.

-I like you too

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just-jordie-things · 1 year

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PLSS DO prompt 3 and 26 with Megumi 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽

my favs yes. yes. yes. also threw in 53 :3 3: Drunk/Sloppy Kiss 26: Jealous Kiss 53: Against A Wall Kiss

**aged up characters!!** ___

megumi didn't get jealous, to make one thing perfectly clear. it was a silly insecurity that he had no business to feel. especially seeing as you weren't his to be jealous of. you were your own person, you could talk to, flirt with, hang out with whoever you so pleased.

what was he supposed to do? walk over to where you were talking to one of yuuji's friends, tell you that you weren't allowed to talk to him, and whisk you off to ensure that for the rest of the night, your attention would be on him and only him? that was pathetic. no, worse, that was toxic.

but from his spot on the couch, he could see clearly through the crowd of people at this lame house party that you actually seemed... happy. whoever this guy was, you seemed to be enjoying yourself. smiling, laughing, leaning in close to hear what he had to say when the music got a little too loud. he took a swig of his drink, barely even wincing as the bitter liquid went down. he wasn't normally a drinker, he usually only came to these things because you asked him too.

(yuuji and nobara did too, but it was only when you'd latch onto his arm and tell him how much fun he'd have. you'd give him your best pouting face and it was actually quite terrible but he was so amused by it and so enamored by you that he'd give into anything you asked)

and now here he was, with a nearly passed out yuuji on the sofa behind him, nobara was off dancing with a bunch of strangers, and you were chatting with this... guy.

"hey," megumi gently prodded the side of yuuji's head until the boy's eyes fluttered, displaying at least a little consciousness. "who's that guy?"

"heh?" yuuji squinted one eye open, keeping the other closed for some semblance of darkness to sleep through.

the party was in full swing, with flashing colors from the led strips all around the house, the music blasting was heavy in bass, and anyone talking had to holler to hear one another. and yet, yuuji cursed megumi for disturbing his rest.

"that guy," megumi repeats, nodding his head to where you were. "who is that?"

"talking to (y/n/n)?" yuuji rubbed the back of his head as he tried to focus his vision on you. "woah, she likes him, huh?" he let out a whistle as he watched the way your body language said more than he needed to know.

megumi's teeth grit as he glared back at his friend.

"that's todd. or tom. might be tom. thomas sounds right," yuuji struggled to put a name to the guy's face, and shrugs his shoulders. "think we had a couple classes together. don't remember him much. think he was nice though"

"you think he was nice?" megumi's brows furrow in displeasure. he casts another glance towards you.

this time, you catch his gaze, and you send him a beam as your eyes meet, but the moment is short lived, as you're turning back to todd or tom.

"i dunno," yuuji yawned, stretching his arms about his head as he settled back into the couch cushion. "(y/n/n's) fine though. so if you're so jealous, you should probably just do something about it"

" 's not like that" megumi mumbles, deciding to turn around and face forward on the sofa so he didn't have to watch you flirt and be flirted with any longer.

"i think it's kinda like that" yuuji's head rolls to it's side so he can give his friend a look.

megumi frowns, but doesn't say anything else on the matter. he'd like to go home now, but he can't ditch any of you. so he figures it's a night of pouting on this couch with only alcohol to soothe him.

yuuji's head falls to his shoulder, and his soft snoring is audible.

alcohol and yuuji, he corrects himself mentally.

before he can get too lost in his bitter thoughts, a pair of hands plant themselves on his shoulders from behind, and he tilts his head back to see none other than you leaning over the back of the couch, grinning down at him.

"want me to save you?" you tease, eyes flickering over to the sleeping yuuji.

megumi smiles at how you even look pretty when he's looking at you upside down.

"please" he replies, and you sound the couch, only to gab him by the arm and insist he follow you.

"good, cause i missed you. i wondered where you went" you told him as he carefully got up in the hopes of not waking up your sleeping friend. you both chuckle as yuuji seemingly has no issue staying asleep.

you have a drink in one hand and the other is wrapped around megumi's elbow in order to keep him close while you guide him through the crowded house.

"what was this party for again?" megumi asks, tossing his empty cup into a trash as you walked past. there were countless cups among the mess of the floors already, but he just couldn't bring himself to abandon his trash like that, even if he was intoxicated.

"i think it was someone's birthday," you ponder as you pull him into the kitchen so you can both make a fresh drink. "originally, anyways," you continue as you shovel ice into two cups. "but word got around it was at a big house, someone said they could get booze, and now here we are"

you loosely gesture to the crowded, trashed space around you. talk about crashing a party, megumi thinks. he can smell the tobacco and pot in the air, and judging by all the trash on the ground, whosever birthday it was, would surely have one hell of a morning tomorrow.

when he looks back at you, you hand him one of the cups with a sweet smile, before taking the other for yourself.

"are you having a good time?" you ask, leaning your back into the counter as you take a tentative sip of your drink. it might've been a little stronger than your last, but you could use some liquid courage.

"yeah, one friend passed out on me and the others ditched me to go find hookups" megumi replied honestly.

you gape at him in mock offense.

"i did not go looking for a hookup!" you argue, smacking your free hand against his chest. "what made you think that?"

"i dunno, probably that guy you were flirting with" he replies. he's smirking at you partially because a blush is starting to bloom across your cheeks, but his lip twitches with some other emotion you don't recognize on him.

"ted?" you laugh, and megumi's brow furrows.

"so you admit to flirting with him?" he asks, raising his cup to take a long drink.

"i admit to no such thing!" you laugh at him while you shake your head. "i was friends with his sister in grade school, he was telling me about how she's studying abroad in france right now," you explain, before raising a brow at him. "not that i owe you an explanation," you add, leaning in closer to him and tilting your head. "but if you're so jealous you must know, that is all we talked about"

"tch," the alcohol in his system was strong enough that it gave him the confidence to hold your stare. "so he was flirting with you then?"

you pause for a moment, unsure of what to tell him. truthfully? yeah, ted tried to lay some lines on you. did you respond to it? no, but he wasn't a creep, and you didn't really care.

"maybe" you shrug a shoulder, your eyes locked on his, trying to read the odd expression he wore.

megumi had never shown any signs of jealousy. he'd never said anything to you to make you think it would bother him if you were flirting with anyone. and you did find it a little funny, because he was so irritated and reserved all the time that you didn't think he could feel pesky things like jealousy.

but on the other hand... it excited you.

megumi was clearly annoyed that you were giving your attention to that guy, and whatever his reasoning was, it had your heart racing with anticipation to figure it out.

"but it's a party," you speak again. "a lot of people come here just to flirt and find a hookup"

"that so?" megumi raises a brow at you.

so with a puff of your chest and a bright smile, you nod back at him.

"it is," you confirm. "in fact i think i'll go chat with him some more" you declare, and megumi rolls his eyes, calling your bluff.

but sure enough you're heading off towards ted again, a saunter in your hips and a gleam in your eye as you approach him. megumi stands in the kitchen, his hand tense around his drink, keeping a watchful glare on the two of you.

he can't hear what's being said, but he can read body language pretty well. so once you're giggling and laying your hand on ted's arm, he's decided he's had enough of the little charade.

next thing he knows he's throwing back the rest of his drink and stalking over to the both of you.

upon his approach you give him a pretty smile, but ted completely pales as he watches the taller, angry looking boy come to stand behind you, his hand wrapping around your hip and pulling you into him in one fluid motion.

"megumi!" you cheer as though you hadn't seen him all night. your eyes hadn't left him since he'd approached you, but he didn't notice. his eyes were too focused on ted.

he bore no expression, but somehow it was worse than a nasty glare. ted winced at your new company.

"megumi, this is ted," you introduce, pretending to ignore the awkward tension that had just been created. "ted, megumi" you finish, gesturing between them.

"uh, hi-" ted sticks his hand out in an attempt to be polite, or maybe just to diffuse the tension, but megumi's pulling you away without a word, leaving the man standing alone with his hand still outstretched.

his stride is fast as he practically drags you alongside him. you're not sure where he's taking you, but you don't protest in the slightest as you follow along.

"well i thought he was nice" you remark, a coy smile curling on your lips.

"you're being ridiculous," megumi mutters, finally stopping you both in a hallway that wasn't as crowded as the rest of the house, so you could at least hear each other speak. "is that why you wanted me to come? so you could walk around and- and-"

"make you jealous?"

you lean back against the wall, folding your hands behind your back as you grin up at him.

"i'm not jealous" megumi rolls his eyes.

"you dragged me off like you were jealous" you shrug nonchalantly.

"well i wasn't"

"and if he gave me his number?" you tested, tilting your head at him challengingly. "would you still not be jealous?"

"he didn't" megumi replies as casually as he could.

"but if he had?" you ask, leaning on the tips of your toes to be closer to him, just to make your point. you watch as his eyes flicker between your own, then down to your lips, then back to your eyes.

he turns to look away, but just to his luck, there's ted, standing just across the room, and his eyes are perfectly glued to you. that is, until they see megumi's caught him red handed, and suddenly he's interested in the floorboards.

megumi scoffs, shaking his head, before looking back down to you.

you're still trying to be a tease, and he's about had enough of this whole party.

his hands are firm as he places them against the wall on either side of your head, leaning over you and caging you in quickly, just to make his point.

your eyes are wide now as you watch him, curious to see what he'd do next, your heart racing in your chest.

"he's still watching you," he mutters, lowly, and with more bitterness than you've ever heard him speak with before. your brows crinkle, starting to feel just a little bad for upsetting megumi this much.

you thought it'd be fun to mess with him just a little, maybe in the hopes of getting him to flirt with you a little bit, but you'd never imagined he'd react like this.

"you're here with me, and he's still got his eyes on you"

you offer him a small smile at his words, and then you're reaching out to him, your arms hanging loosely over his shoulders, before you bring your hands into his hair. your movements are slow as you begin to curl an unruly strand of hair around your fingers.

you draw closer to him, so close your nose almost collides with his, and your breathing is a little shaky against his lips before you speak.

"and i'm here with you" you repeat his words back to him softly.

megumi's eyes flicker between yours wildly, as this was completely new territory for the two of you. in a huff, he turns his head to see if your shadow is still lingering across the room, but you're quick to take hold of his chin between your thumb and forefinger, turning his attention back to you.

he licks his lips nervously.

once you're the center of his focus again, a small smile lifts on your lips, before you're tilting forward and capturing his lips in a soft kiss.

it's quick, over just as soon as it began, but it leaves him bewildered, wide eyed as you pull away and stand flat again. only a second passes before he's seizing forward to kiss you again, his hands coming off the wall to hold the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair as your lips meet his passionately, and a bit drunkenly.

you forget your surroundings completely as you pull him against you until your back is against the wall and he's completely pressed into you. still, you continue to tug and pull him closer as your lips map each other out sloppily. you're panting in between them, both of your hands flying about, wanting to touch and grab at every part of each other you could reach.

had you been sober, you would have been so embarrassed by this public display, but the thought doesn't even cross your mind. in fact, you hum in utter delight as megumi eventually wraps his hands under your thighs, and lifts you against the wall so that you were at an even height with him, making it easier to kiss you. ithe house may have been stuffy, but his body is hot against yours in a way you enjoy just a little too much.

"i didn't know you got so jealous," you sigh out while megumi unashamedly begins to kiss down the column of your throat. "we should-" you're cut off by your own lack of your breath as his mouth works delicately over the full explains of your throat. "we should go to parties more often"

"absolutely fucking not" megumi mutters into your skin, but he seems to relax again as you comb your hands into his hair, tilting his head back and admiring how swollen his lips look.

you smile at him lazily before you're drawn together like a magnet and your lips are crashing together again. your hands are moving so wildly through his hair it's somehow more messed up than normal, and you both delight in the feeling.

"oh shit," a familiar voice snaps you both out of your lust-blinded haze, and you release megumi's bottom lip from your teeth with an audible pop! as you both turn to see nobara standing (well, staggering) before you.

she let's out a giggle of amusement, her eyes crinkling and her grin drunken.

"i didn't know you guys were together?" her words are slurred, but she doesn't seem all that shocked, or weirded out to catch her friends furiously making out with each other.

"uh... surprise?" you say weakly, adjusting one of your legs around megumi's hip to get more comfortable.

nobara nods, and gives you wobbly thumbs up.

"yuuji's asleep on the lawn," she tells you the reason she'd come looking for you both. "i'm gettin' us water and snacks for the walk back. meet out there in ten?"

"uh," megumi blinks rapidly to try and clear his mind enough to understand the new information and plan. "yeah, yeah that's fine"

"a'ight, see you out there lovebirds" nobara clicks her tongue and then disappears in search of the sustenance.

you and megumi turn back to each other, frozen for a moment before breaking out into grins and laughter.

"so, ten more minutes?" you suggest.

"yep"

his grip under your legs tightens as your lips meet again, this time even more hurried than the last, since you had a passed out friend to carry home soon. ___

xoxo ~ jordie

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selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs · 1 year

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What if the reader was still a child? I’m not talking 13–14 years old, but what if they were 8–9 years old and they were reading and watching Bungou Stray Dogs because the characters looked "pretty" and they weren't even affected by all the blood and stuff? They just took comfort in the characters since their home life was not so great.

My little guardian

Self-Aware! Platonic! BSD characters x GN! Child! Abused! Reader

Focus: Self-Aware! Platonic! Dazai Osamu x GN! Child! Abused! Reader

Description: During last Family Reunion, you have heard about an anime. The characters look pretty, so you decide to watch it.

Found Family. Biological family is a bunch of awful jerks. Child Reader.

Warning: Mentions of parental neglect. Abuse. Bulling. Reader are an unwanted/unplanned child. Kids consuming not age appropriate media (child watching/reading BSD). Mentions of terminating the pregnancy. Mentions of torture. Chocking. OOC. Platonic Yandere. English is my second language.

You are sure, that Family Reunions are boring. No one wants to talk to you.

Your parents and other adults were having their boring talks. Your older brother and cousins were running around the backyard, playing tag. You wanted to play with them, but they don't let you join.

Your brother even drags you away to the other side of the backyard and whispers in your ear.

"[Y/N], you already have a game to play, remember? Our parents and you are always playing it. Be a good unwanted sibling, play it and don't bother me."

With that, your brother turns around and returns to your cousins.

You sniff. You are so bored. The game, that your parents wants you to play, is boring. You don't want to play it anymore.

The game is called "What others will say". Your parents have been playing it for nine years. (Ten, if that time, you eavesdrop on them, they weren't mistaken). Ever since you were born. (Or even earlier).

Playing in "What will others say", means doing and saying specific things.

"You can't take the phone with you on a Family Reunion. You should talk to alive people, not look in the screen. What would others say? Yes, your brother can have his. He is older than you, don't question, why he can take his phone."

"You can't tell anyone, that your brother hits you. What will others say?"

"You can't have this toy. We already spent too much money on them. What will others say?"

"What do you mean, all toys we bought, we gave to your brother and you didn't get any?! How dare you say it out loud? What will others say?"

"You can not cry because your brother pushed you down the stairs. What will others say?"

"You can't ask your aunt if you can have more food on your plate. What will others say?"

"Why you didn't terminate ... when we had a chance?"

"I couldn't get rid of it. What would others say?"

"Why you didn't insist ... in the orphanage?"

"I can't. What would others say?"

Boring, stupid game...

You sniff one more time. Stupid adults. You decide to go back inside. Maybe, you will find something interesting there.

__________

All adults were inside. They were talking, discussing their adult things.

They didn't pay any attention to you. But, you heard a couple of whispers, when you passed some of your relatives.

"unwanted" "fault" "pill" "broke" "liked process"

For you, this whispers doesn't make sense. What "pills"? What was "broken"? Whose "fault"?

You passed a group of your much older cousins. They were already in.a high school, so they don't want to speak to a "pipsqueak", like you. One of your cousins bring their girlfriend with them. Now all of them were discussing something.

"I tell you, Dostoevsky is smarter than Dazai!"

"No, Dazai is smarter! Besides, he looks cuter than the Rat Man"

"Are we really having a heated discussion about an anime?"

Anime? You know about anime. Japanese cartoons. You like anime. Your parents aren't against you watching anime. You are silent, while watching it, and doesn't bother them with questions.

So, does adults watch anime too? Maybe, if you ask, they will tell you a name of this anime?

You wanted to take a step towards them, but your cousin, the one who bring their girlfriend, hiss at you.

"What are you looking at? Go, play somewhere else."

You quickly go away. You don't want them to do something bad to you. Yes, you really want to learn the name of the anime, but, you don't want to be hurt because of your curiosity.

For the next ten minutes, you were walking from one part of the house to another. Walking around, doing nothing is better, than sitting on one place, doing nothing.

During your 'walk' you go to the balcony. You noticed your cousin's girlfriend. She is standing there, talking on a cell phone.

A keychain was attached to the phone. The keychain looks like a tiny man with brown eyes, short, dark brown hair. The man is wearing a sand-colored trench coat, black vest over a striped dress shirt, a bolo tie,

white pants and dark brown shoes.

You take a quick glance on Girlfriend's phone case. There is the picture of the same man, but taller and more detailed, on her phone case.

You can't turn you from keychain and phone case. They are so pretty.

Girlfriend finish talking on the phone and turns around. She gasps, after noticing you.

"Y-you scared me"

You feel, that your cheeks become warm. You are embarrassed, that she noticed your staring. But you still can't take your gaze from the keychain.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. It's just, your keychain and phone case look so cute. Does that character have a name?" explain you, looking at the keychain. Girlfriend also looks at it.

"My keychain and phone case? His name is Dazai Osamu."

You mentally repeat the name. You must not forget to look up this character on the Internet.

"Dazai Osamu? He is from anime, right? Can you tell me the name of the anime? Can you tell me, please? I like anime and want to see as much anime as I can."

Girlfriend looks skeptical.

"It's not an anime for kids. What have you been watching? Pokémon?"

You start listing every anime you have seen.

"Yes! I also have seen Chi's sweet home, Bananya, Naruto, Death Note, Demon Slayer, Shaman King, Gurren Laggan..."

Girlfriend quickly puts her hands over your mouth.

"Okay, you can stop. Kiddo, most of this anime are not for kids. Aren't you afraid of watching them?"

You shake your head. You step back and answer.

"No. They help me, when Dad and Mom are arguing, or Derek, my older brother, is being a jerk."

Girlfriend bits her lip. She looks hesitant. Then she takes a little notepad from her purse and writes something down. Then she takes the page from the notebook and gives it to you.

"Here, I wrote it down."

Your smile became bigger. You take the page and read the text on it. Right above her number, there was an anime name.

Bungou Stray Dogs

"Thank you, miss" your eyes are shining. Now you have more anime to watch."

Girlfriend smiles sadly at you. Then she removes her keychain and gives it to you.

"You can have it, kiddo. Dazai will be your lucky charm."

You take the keychain with trembling hands. You sob and hug Girlfriend's leg.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much, miss! I will always treasure him!"

Girlfriend pets your head.

"You can call me Martha, kiddo. And you are welcome."

You looked up at Martha.

"Then you can call me [Y/N], Martha"

Martha smiles. You don't notice, that she has tears in her eyes. Martha remembers, what her partner tell her, when today she asked, why they drove you away.

"Babe, [Y/N] are an unplanned child. Their parents liked the baby making process. So, when mother run out of pills, and father's... protection broke... he-he, they got them as a consequence. Wanted to get rid of them, when they still were inside the mother, but granny forbid it. What would others think, if they knew? When the brat were born, parents wanted to leave them in the hospital. And, once again, granny forbid it. What would others think, if they knew? So, kid are unwanted by their parents. They are unwanted by other relatives. And I also don't want this kid to like me. So, let the brat do their own thing."

Martha sighs. She herself was an unplanned child. But her parents love her. So why this family hates poor kid for been born? Martha and pet your head again. You smile and, after thanking her again, you go inside the house again.

You are a good kid. Martha thinks, that, maybe, she should rethink her decision about dating your cousin.

A few hours later, the Family Reunion is finally over.

You are riding home. You are sitting on the backsit of your parents' car. Your brother was sitting near you. Derek was watching something on his phone. Your father is driving, while your mother is sitting next to him.

The page, with anime name and Dazai's keychain, are in your pocket. You didn't show it to your parents or brother. Derek will take the keychain away. Even if he doesn't like anime, he likes to bully you.

You can't wait to finally go home. You want to start watching new anime as soon as possible.

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In one week, you finished watching anime. You enjoyed it so much.

The characters were pretty. You liked all of them.

You weren't bothered by blood, by death.

This anime helped you with zoning out.

"It was your fault! If only you tell me that it wasn't the safe day..."

"And who insist on us doing it?!"

"Dazai, you looked so cool, when you were in Mafia."

"YOUR MOTHER INSISTED ON KEEPING IT INSIDE ME! IF IT WAS IN MY POWER, I WOULD TARE THIS BANTLING WITH MY BARE HANDS!"

"DON'T YOU DARE TALK ABOUT MY MOTHER!"

"F-Fyodor, you are so smart! You tricked evil Ace!"

"YOU PUT THEM INSIDE ME! YOU RUIN MY LIFE!"

"YOUR LIFE WAS RUINED?! I HAVE TO WORK ON TWO JOBS TO SUPPORT YOU AND CHILDREN! WHILE YOU ARE SITTING AT HOME, DOING NOTHING!"

"Go on, Atsushi! Go on, Akutagawa! Catch Pushkin, so Mister Fukuzawa and Mister Mori become healthy again..."

You hide under the blanket. With phone in your hand and with cheap headphones covering your ears, you were watching the last episodes of Bungou Stray Dogs. You were holding Dazai's keychain in your free hand.

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You find manga and light novels on the Internet. You start reading it from the beginning.

Manga and Novels were as enjoyable as anime.

Manga and Light Novels help you with zoning out.

"Hey, unwanted sibling! Mom and Dad are going to order pizza! And we won't gibe you anything! You will go to bed hungry again!"

"Yosano, don't blame yourself. You are not an Angel of Death"

"Hey, [Y/N], why won't you just disappear? You are making Derek boo-boo-bear and his folks upset. They will be better without you"

"Kunikida, don't be upset. Yosano will treat you."

"Hey, [Y/N], lil sibling! Please, do me a favor and get lost in the woods! You are poisoning my life! My perfect life!"

"Mister Fukuchi, did Mister Fukuzawa upsets you in your past? Maybe, you can talk it out."

You hide under the blanket. With phone in your hand and with cheap headphones covering your ears, you were reading Bungou Stray Dogs manga and Light Novels. You were holding Dazai's keychain in your free hand.

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"Bungou Stray Dogs. Mayoi Inu Kaikitan" was installed on your phone.

The game was easy and nice.

You love playing it. Dazai's keychain was always with you, when you were playing the game.

For you, the keychain become your little protector.

You start to draw. In a cheep sketchbook, you draw yourself and BSD gang.

On your drawings...

...You were eating waffles with Atsushi and Kyouka...

... You were petting cats with Fukuzawa...

...You were playing detectives with Ranpo and Poe...

...You were listening to Fyodor's playing cello...

...You were doing magical tricks with Gogol...

...You were playing with Q and Elise...

... Dazai was protecting you...

... And all the characters were glad having you near them.

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Derek was a wanted child. After your parents had you, they start spoiling him.

They let him bully you.

They protect him, if he bully other kids.

Then, one day, he got too far.

After school, you saw him. He and his friends had knives. They were torturing a blind homeless man.

You were scared. You want to help the poor man. But you were so afraid.

"Do what must be done"

Kunikida's main ideal.

You quickly take a picture of your brother on your phone and hurry to the police station.

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You were home alone. Your parents try to save Derek. But, it seems, this time, he will be punished.

You were playing BSD Mayoi. You had a backpack with your sketchbook and keychain in it with you. You did an eleven pull.

The purple moon shined above Yokohama.

And your parents got home.

The door to your room was opened. Your mother's hands squeeze your throat. Your father looked equally angry.

"IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT! HOW DARE YOU TO PUT DEREK IN TROUBLE!"

You tried to breathe. Your father raised a belt above you.

You didn't notice, that you finally get a Kirako Haruno SSR card.

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The moment Kirako waked up, she grabbed the nearest person. Fukuzawa Yukichi.

Kirako tried to shake him. She was shouting.

"Please, tell me that you can send someone to their world! Quick!"

Everyone gathered around Kirako and Fukuzawa. The president tried to calm her down.

"Kirako, please, calm down, explain, what's going on?"

"We have no time! [Y/N]'s parents going to kill them! We need to hurry! Please, they are just a child. They are unloved by their family. They see us as their friends. We need to save them!"

Kirako choked on her tears.

"They have a Dazai's keychain. They call it their little protector. We can't abandon them."

Grave silence.

The sand-colored blur ran towards the unfinished portal.

Loud noise. Bright light.

And right before them were standing a woman, who was chocking a nine-year-old kid and a man, who was ready to strike a kid with a belt.

"Hands off, bastards!"

Dazai's fist hit your mother's face. Her grip loosens. Both she and you fall on the ground. Before your father can react, Tetchou's ability already pierced his hand, that was holding a belt.

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You were coughing. You tried to breathe in as much air as you can.

Someone picked you up and hugged you. You heard a voice. Familiar voice.

"You are safe. You are alright." "Poor thing" "I will keep you safe" "Osamu will keep you safe"

"Dazai?" asked you, still dizzy. He smiled and kissed your temple and forehead.

"Yes, I am here. We are here. You are safe."

"My parents?" quietly ask you, hugging Dazai in return.

"Don't worry about them. Just sleep. There is nothing to worry about."

You listen to Dazai and slowly fall asleep.

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When Dazai was carrying you towards infirmary, Yosano tried to take a look at you, to make sure that you are not harmed. The look Dazai gave to Yosano... Everyone realized, that, for now, Dazai won't let anyone near you.

Dazai carry you to the infirmary and, after taking off your backpack, putting you on the bed and covering you with a blanket, returns to the others.

Your parents were on the floor, held down by Chuuya's ability. They looked terrified.

Father spoke first. "Who are you? What's going on? Where are we?"

Mother growl. "How dare you hit me? I was disciplining that bantling..."

One kick in the face from Pushkin shut mother down.

The grave silence. Then BSD characters start talking.

"Doesn't matter, who we are" Akutagawa. Rasenmon opens its maw.

"It's not like you will understand" Atsushi. Sharp tiger's claw glimmer in moonlight.

"Doesn't matter, what is happening now" Fukuzawa. His sword was sharp and deadly.

"What matters, is what you have done." Verlaine. The look in his eyes doesn't promise anything good.

"Doesn't matter, where are you" Ranpo's smile doesn't look friendly.

"It's not like you can return home" Mori. Elise was ready to attack.

"You are monsters, who were hurting Our Dear Guiding Light" Teruko. She was ready to tear your parents apart.

"And it's unforgivable" Hawthorne. He was growling.

"But don't worry. We won't kill you. For now." Gin. She lazily played with her blade.

"We will teach you a lesson." Fyodor. He was looking at his hands, thinking, if he should use his ability oh your parents.

"We will beat you up." Goncharov. Earth start trembling.

"With legs" Kunikida. Tazer in his hand let out a loud buzzing sound.

"With your own legs" Twain. He cocked the trigger.

"You know what is the best part?" Ayatsuji. The smoke from his cigar slowly disappeared.

"Your legs would still be attached to your body" Gogol. His grin looked madder, than before.

One moment later, your parents screamed.

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You woke up a few hours later. At first, you thought, that Dazai from yesterday was just a dream. But, you quickly realized that it was real. Because the first person you saw at the morning was Dazai. He was waiting for you to wake up.

"Mourning, my little one. Are you alright? Ready to met others?"

You nodded shyly.

"I am alright. But... I am afraid of meeting others. What if they won't like me?"

Dazai smile and pick you up. He rubs your head. He went towards the Infirmary door.

"Don't be silly. Everyone here loves you. You are safe here. You are loved here."

Dazai slowly open the door and walked inside the ADA office.

Immediately, you and Dazai were surrounded by other BSD characters.

"Hello, [Y/N]!"

"Hi, [Y/N]!"

"You are finally here!"

"We have been waiting for you!"

"You are so cute!"

"Want to spend time together?"

"Want some breakfast?"

They were smiling.

They love you.

You are wanted.

You smile at them in return.

#bungou stray dogs au #self-awareau #self-awarebsd #bsd #bsd x gender neutral reader #bungou stray dogs #gender neutral reader #bsd anime #platonic #yandere #dazai osamu x reader #Self-Aware Dazai Osamu

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magicpumpkin3 · 2 years

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Hyped cheerleader x Boys

Characters: Floyd Leech, Leona Kingscholar, Jamil Viper, Riddle Rosehearts

Note: I saw it in my fever dream

Floyd Leech

The utter child like happiness

He is so hyped that not only did you show up for the game, but also chear for him like there's no tomorrow. Standing there, covered in his team's merchandise, while holding a board with his name written on it with different bright colours and bunch of glitter, practically screaming on top of your lungs, whenever he earns a score.

When his attention snaps away from the basketball court to you, Floyd waves at you, with the most goofiest grin. You just make him so happy Shrimpy, he can't help it even if it costs them a few points.

During the time out, others sit and relax, but not Floyd, he has a hugging session to attend to. Boy will squeeze you in his arms, giggling like a teenage girl from 2010th TV show, while rocking back and forth on his heels, occasionally nuzzling his cheek into your face.

At one point, when he scores a point for his team, Floyd will yell "for the Shrimpy!" With his arms in the air, while looking you dead in the eyes with the most mischievous grin possible.

Leona Kingscholar

The smuggest anyone has ever seen him.

Who would be so hyped about a chess championship? Leona's herbivore would. While the game lasts they sit quietly, covered in Savanclaw like colours, with a huge banner with Leona's face on it, admittedly sometimes practically vibrating with excitement with attempts to hold their inner beast back not to distract one specific lion.

But as soon as Leona says checkmate it's game over for silence. Leona sits pridefully, arms crossed over his chest, looking down at his defeated opponent. Smug smile speeding across his face, like butter on a toast. While on the background his herbivore jumps in excitement, waving the banner, while pridefully announcing, how awesome he is.

When it's a break time, he'll lay down on your lap and listen to your praises. Smiling and looking at you with one eye closed and another slightly opened, when you go quite. What's the matter herbivore? Lion got your tongue?~

Leona will take this secret to his grave, but he feels flustered by this. Just a tiniest bit. Your bright eyes and wide smile do things to his heart, that the said organ isn't supposed to experience.

Jamil Viper

Second hand embarrassment.

Now, he appreciates your dedication to him and your full support, but Great Seven, that's an over kill. Jamil is so flustered whenever he's looking your way, he can hardly focus on the game itself. He is fighting Gods and spirits above not to throw the ball at you, for yelling his name so loud every time he was about to score.

One thing if it were just you, but somehow you decided to recruit Kalim into your master plan! This poor man is dying from the embarrassment.

Even though he feels extremely flustered and embarrassed, he actually likes how excited you're. The way your eyes lit up, the way you bounce around with banner in your hands, Jamil likes the fact that it's all because of him, he makes you feel this way and no one else. But he'll still talk to you about your impulse control, or rather lack of it.

During the breaks, he'd walk up to you and try to emphasize how your cheering distracts other players, only to be rudely interrupted by half of his team saying that they find your couple adorable. Jamil is going to murder them.

Riddle Rosehearts

First hand embarrassment.

This man will win this horse riding competition just for this to be over. Riddle appreciates the enthusiasm, but oh my Sevens, so help him. He is so red, that some people think that someone eat his tart again and he's fumed by his rage to the point where it helps Riddle to win round after round.

As much as he likes your... dedication, Riddle will talk to you in between the breaks. Yes, he'll be flustered and awkward about it, because secretly, he enjoys it a lot, but Riddle will still ask you to dail it back. But of course it holds you back only for a small amount of time, so the cycle shall repeat over and over again, and each time your beloved boyfriend shall be reder then the previous one.

Even though he is embarrassed and flustered almost to a critical point, each time he does something ‘incredibly’ Riddle will glance in your direction. Your cheers and excited expression fill him with determination to the limit, Riddle never had anyone, who’d be so happy and proud to be associated with him so much, so Rosehearts plans to make it all more memorable for you too.

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chillichats · 10 days

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so im writing this fairy tail fic, it's basically an au with some headcanons (and one pretty major difference to canon) and i guess i just want to get my ideas and thoughts out there, and this way i can read back what i thought.

right now my thoughts are about how to flesh out lucy's magic. bless her canon magic but im not just leaving it at that. im planning on giving her more silver keys, and possibly giving her some buffing abilities, though she won't ever be a truly offensive mage. She'll have some finisher spells like urano metria (and more that i'll add later) but they'll be super costly in magic - basically a last resort. for the most part she'll still be a summoner.

i did say buffs because when i was looking up astronomy stuff i found a bunch of Nebula that had really cool names, and almost without thinking i assigned them powers. and then i went ' wait a second, that's actually not too bad an idea!'

so for now i have six possible buffs she'll eventually be able to learn, each with their own (real) nebula:

Orion's Nebula - fairly easy. a strength buff

Crab Nebula - a defense buff, more specifically she can either focus protection on her limbs or her torso, or she can protect both but the defense is less powerful overall

Eagle Nebula - it doesn't give her the ability to fly, but it lowers gravity for her significantly. With it she can jump very high, and move with less friction, but maneuvering relies a lot more on pushing off other surfaces

Cat's Eye Nebula - Better vision/night vision and better senses buff.

Tarantula Nebula - what it sounds like, she'd be able to climb up walls. can't decide if it would be akin to spiderman climbing up or if she could just straight up walk on walls. im thinking spiderman tho.

the buffs would be fairly costly to cast, but less than a silver gate to maintain.

as for the silver keys......

GOSH, the silver keys were WASTED in fairy tail!!! HM focused so hard on the golden gate keys (and not even all of those) that he completely forgot about the entire rest of the constellations.

of course, I can't give Lucy TOO many keys, because then it would just become a hassle to figure out which key to use for what situation, but there's definitely some I want her to have by the end of fairy tail.

for instance, i've just finished my version of the everlue arc (yes its still very early in the rewrite), and ive gotten her musca's key. that's the Fly constellation, if anyone was wondering. In my head it would have kind of... spy powers? like, you know, 'fly on the wall' kinda thing. but i can't decide if it would be an actual fly or a piece of equipment.

if it's a fly, then it would probably listen to conversations and then come report back to lucy, but if it was tech, lucy would probably plant it herself and then have a headset.

actually you know what, what if it was like, a robot fly? and she still had a headset, but couldn't actually hear what was going on around the fly? instead, the fly tells her what's going on around it, and she can direct its attention to specific things for more details. if she asks it to it can repeat conversations verbatim, but it has, well, a robotic voice, so it can be hard to distinguish between who says what.

and to clarify, the fly doesnt say things out loud, but broadcasts words back to lucy's headset. it would be a very poor spy if it was constantly talking out loud, haha

anyways, typing all this out has quelled my thoughts on this, so im gonna go continue to write the next chapter of the au

#chillichats #fairy tail #fairy tail headcanons #lucy heartfilia #celestial spirits #if youre interested in the fic theres a pinned post at the top of my blog #you can find more info there

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wd-ghosty · 3 months

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Careful Consideration

2018Raph x Spike fic

On a mission the turtle boys were in a back room about to bust some crooks when they realized they were surrounded by caged animals.

Mikey’s was the first to point it out, “Hey guys, they’re animals everywhere” he excitedly exclaimed, “And a bunch of them are colorful, or big, or pretty”

“Or illegal.” Donnie said, “Mikey I don’t know if you notice, but most of not all of these animals aren’t from the US, let alone New York.” He pointed out, while wandering around the room, “And considering our circumstances, I’d say they’re being smuggled. There’s a lot of things rich people will do to show off, including displacing animals for the sake of aesthetics.”

The mood instantly shifted Mikey went from excited to disappointed. “I guess you’re right Donnie, last time I checked having a pet jaguar isn’t legal. N-“

“Guys!” Raph interrupts Mikey in a somewhat irritated tone, “We are on a mission FOCUS… have you guys seen Leo?”

“He’s in the vents” Both Donnie and Raph look at Mikey in confusion

“He’s in the-“ they hear the sound of something falling followed by screaming,

“GET HIM!”

Without missing a beat, they burst into the room full of foot goons, and Leo popping in and out of portals in effort to escape.

“Hey guys! You finally decided to stop waiting around.” He said while tumbling around.

“Leo what happened to discretion, what happened to being sneaky, what happened to the element of surprise!” He angrily shouts at his younger brother, while bashing and throwing goons.

“Hey hey, as leader I decided that I should scope out the area see what they’re doing, so I went in the vents right?”

“Why didn’t you just portal around!?” Donnie questioned

“Because I don’t wanna rely so much on my amazing mystical powers OKAY! But anyways while being an amazing ninja I fell through the roof, teehee.”

“Why didn’t you just stick to the plan!!!” Raph screams at the top of his lungs growing more and more irritated

“Hey buddy what happened happened, now let’s just beat some goons, get some pizza then go home” he tries to calm his brother down and it worked for now but it would ultimately end up futile.

After the fight they went back into the back room with all the animals inside, Mikey wandered around looking at all of them, while doing wonders on what to do with them.

“Well I guess we could just-“

“Guys!” Mikey brings as much attention to himself as possible while carrying a cage and running up to his brothers.

“Michael what the hell are you holding!?” Donnie shouted as he started to back up not know what his brother was brings up to them.

“Guys look it’s a mini Raph!” Inside the cage was a big Alligator snapping turtle, and Mikey looked at it with such awe and admiration. “Can I keep it?” He looks at Raph with a huge smile on his face

Raph, Leo, and Donnie all look at each other then start laughing

“Mikey no offense but even dad got you robot pets for your birthdays you stopped playing with them after a couple hours” Leo tried to hold in his laugh while saying that but it was far too hard for him

“Yeah, Mike love you, truly. But any animal would die in your care. Let’s not sentence the innocent turtle to death.”

Mikey annoyed by Leo alone Donnie’s disbelief in his capabilities he turns to Raph hoping for him to say yes

“Well… I don’t know Mikey, a pet is allot of a responsibility.” Mikey looked at him with the biggest puppy dog eyes he can muster, “but I trust you… you can keep it.”

“WHAAAAAT” the disaster twins screamed I unison.

“Omigosh Omigosh Omigosh!!! Thanks Raph, I’ll love him forever!”

The next week

Mikey was sitting in the projector room watching a movie and Raph walks in with the turtle in hand,

“Mikey!”

He turns to him, with a happy face, “Oh hey Raph! I found this really cool show an-“

“When was the last time you fed him!”

Mikey looks at Raph with the upmost confusion, “Who is the him in question???”

“The turtle! The one you begged me to keep!”

“Well I wouldn’t say i begged, I just asked a lot… oh yeah! Raph#2, hey little buddy” he waves to the turtle, but Raph pulls it away.

“I trusted you to take care of him, but it doesn’t even look like you’ve taken him out of his cage”

“Well I just forgot, I’m gonna play with him.”

“No, it’s obvious that you’re not ready for a pet. We should get rid of him.”

“Nooo! Raph he’s my turtle!” Mikey protests Ralph’s thought, “I can take care of him!” He pulls out his puppy dog eyes once more trying to get something out of his brother,

“… we don’t have to get rid of him, but we can’t leave him in your care either. He’ll be in my room, you can play with him whenever you feel like.” Raph lets Mikey win, and he walks away dejectedly and with the feeling he’s gonna regret it.

“Thanks Raph! Mwa!”

“Don’t! If I don’t see you trying to form a friendship with this turtle we’re getting rid of him.”

“I will! Don’t worry!”

The next week

Raph talking to himself in his room about Mikey and his new pet. “It’s been a whole week since Mikey convinced me to keep the turtle, and he hasn’t seen it since. He’ll he didn’t even give it a name, he calls it Raph number 2.” He turns to the turtle cage,

“but I kinda feel bad for the little guy, he was taken away from his home, point in a cage, then transporting him must have been long, and now he’s here and he’s probably so scared.”

He walks over to his cage and opens it up, and picks up the turtle. Looking at it a little closer he has really big eyes, and a murky green color.

“Well aren’t you a cutie?” Raph runs his hand along his shell and pricks his finger, “Hey!” The turtle locks eyes with Raph, staring into his soul. “Well it isn’t your fault, I touched your spike… That’s what I’m gonna name you, Spike!” He lets out a chuckle, “Little Spike,” he rubs Spikes head and gets a chirp out of the tiny one. “I guess it’s settled, common spike let’s go for a walk.”

And that’s how the beautiful friendship between Raph and Spike began.

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lambertdiary · 1 year

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After All These Years - Chapter Two

‎‎‎‎‎Chapter One ✩ Chapter Three ✩ Chapter Four

Chapter Summary: 10 years later, Y/N and Dalton are both in college, and their reunion comes a little out of the ordinary.

Word Count: 2.1k+

Warnings: the further

A/N: for the sake of the story things happen differently here when it comes to the events in the movie. Also I’m sorry it took me so long to continue with this series 😭 I was dealing with writer’s block (still a little bit) but hopefully you’ll like this!

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Ten years later…

Y/N was getting ready to leave her house. College was starting and her parents offered to drive her. She didn’t wanna make them drive all the way there and then back, but she wasn’t sure when she would be seeing them again so she agreed.

She saw her parents walk in and out of her room with boxes full of her clothes and other things she was bringing with her. She was sad to leave but at the same time, she was really excited to finally do something different and change her routine.

Y/N was done packing, but she couldn’t help but feel like she was forgetting something, something important. She stood in the middle of her room and looked around, an almost empty room surrounding her. It looked smaller somehow. Then, a blue box covered in sparkly stickers under her bed caught her attention. She looked at it with confusion, trying to remember what was in it, but just when she was about to open it her mom entered her room.

“Y/N let’s go, we don’t wanna drive when it gets dark”

“Sorry, I’ll be down in a second” She replied, grabbing the box and following her mom downstairs.

“Did you get everything you need? Did you go to the bathroom?”

“Yes mom, for the millionth time” Y/N opened the trunk and found a place for her mysterious box.

“I just wanna make sure you’re ready to leave” She looked like she was about to cry. Y/N didn’t blame her, she was starting to feel the emotions too, but she wanted to save the crying for the actual goodbye.

“I am” She replied, giving her a comforting smile.

The drive was long but fun. Her parents let her pick the music the entire way there and they stopped at a bunch of coffee places to try to find the best. However, she started to feel really sad about being apart from her parents. Being an only child made her really close to them (especially her mom), so from being with them basically 24/7 to nothing at all felt like a lot to take in.

Eventually, they made it to campus. They started to unload their car as she got the information she needed before making her way to her dorm. There were a lot of people around her doing the same, some looked more prepared than others.

“Are you sure you weren’t assigned a roommate?” Her dad asked, opening the door.

“Uh- I don’t think so, that’s what they told me anyway”

“Happens all the time, but I bet you’ll be assigned one after the first week”

It took a couple of trips to bring all of the boxes to her room. She didn’t realize how many things she brought with her but since she was the only one there she thought she could worry about the mess later. Her parents ended up staying on campus for a few hours, they walked around and ate something together before saying their goodbyes.

“Promise you’ll call” Y/N and her mom were hugging, both of them on the verge of tears.

“I will, I promise”

The three of them shared a long hug and shed some tears. They were happy for her, and they could,’t be any prouder but that didn’t make it any easier.

After walking her parents to their car she decided to go to bed. She was incredibly tired and her mind couldn’t focus on the mess, so she just left what she needed for her first day and fell asleep almost immediately.

Her first day was a lot more tiring than she expected. Running to her classes trying to familiarize with the campus paths. She was so overwhelmed with this new lifestyle she barely had any time to do anything.

After a long day she finally went back to her dorm. She wanted to take a nap but knew the best idea would be to start working on her homework. Y/N was fully immersed on the words in front of her, until she heard someone knocking on the door, interrupting her “Hi”

“Hey! I’m Chris, your new roommate” Chris said excitedly, handing Y/N her dorm assignment.

“Oh, hi. I’m Y/N ” She took the piece of paper from her and moved to the side “Did you just get here?”

Chris entered the room, looking for an empty spot to put down her things “No, I got here yesterday but asked to change roommates, guys are difficult anyway”

“Oh, sorry” Y/N quickly picked up a few things to make room for Chris “I’ll bring everything to my side”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back” Chris went back to her old dorm and Y/N stayed there trying to clean up the mess, at least enough to make room for Chris.

After a few minutes Chris came back with more stuff “Do you need help to bring more things over?” Y/N asked.

“No, this is everything” She said “Man, you really brought your entire house with you”

Y/N felt her face burn “Yeah, sorry” She chuckled, looking at all the stuff she needed to put away “I didn’t realize how much I brought with me until we had to take a couple of trips to the car to get everything here”

“Happens to the best of us”

“What happened with your other roommate anyway? Was he a creep or something?” Y/N asked, helping Chris with her stuff.

“No, nothing like that. Or at least I would hope so” She said arranging her new bed “I suppose he isn’t as liberal as I expected”

“Is he cute?”

“Uh- I guess. He’s a little weird… and paranoid, he even sleeps with a nightlight” Chris chuckled “Man, poor Dalton. I wonder what really happened to him” That name triggered something in her mind, it somehow brought something distant but familiar “Great hair though”

“Dalton?” Hearing that name brought a lot of memories to Y/N, memories she didn’t even know she still had.

“Yeah, do you know him?”

“I don’t know” She let out an anxious laugh “I guess- I used to know a Dalton when I was like 9 but I haven’t seen him ever since, so…”

“You should go knock on his door and see if it’s the same dude, he’s right underneath us”

“Yeah, maybe” She had a weird feeling, she hasn’t thought about Dalton in a really long time and remembering their friendship made her wanna cry “It’s probably not him, though. Last time I heard something about him he was in a coma and… I don’t know, my parents didn’t like to talk about him after that so 10 year old me just assumed he died” She now felt bad for thinking that, even though she wasn’t even sure this was the same Dalton.

“Stop, that’s definitely him” Chris said excitedly as she sat next to Y/N on her bed “I don’t wanna seem like I’m just out here sharing his business but last night he told me he was in a coma when he was 10 and that he doesn’t remember a single thing from that entire year”

Y/N couldn’t believe it. Could it really be him? Her best friend who she hasn’t seen in over ten years? She didn’t know how to react, all these memories coming back to her felt like a huge load on her shoulders and the only thing she wanted to do was cry, for some reason, but she didn’t wanna do that in front of her new roommate. They have only known each other for like 10 minutes anyway.

“Are you okay?” Chris asked slowly when she noticed the tears on her eyes.

“Yeah, sorry” Y/N stood up quickly and walked to the door “I’ll be right back”

She went to the bathroom to wash her face, debating whether or not she should knock on his door. If it wasn’t him it would feel like losing him all over again and if it was him she wouldn’t know what to say. What if it was him but he didn’t remember her? It would be really awkward to explain that they used to be friends ten years ago. She decided to go back to her dorm, not wanting to deal with a potential face to face right now.

A few hours later, Y/N was in her bed. She couldn’t stop thinking about Dalton and just as she was about to call her mom, she remembered the blue box. Chris was already sleeping so she tried to be as quiet as possible, using the light of her phone to see the contents of the box.

Downstairs, Dalton was in his room working on a painting and he wasn’t even sure what it was. It was the first art project for professor Armagan and he wanted to impress her, but something about it made him feel uneasy.

Dalton didn’t realize when he fell asleep. He opened his eyes and was welcomed by his dorm, like a darker version of it. He looked around and spotted a lantern in front of him, so he grabbed it and stood up from his chair, and just as he was about to leave his room he looked back and saw himself, still sitting there, still sleeping. He smiled thinking it was just a cool dream and finally made his way out. He decided to go to Chris’ room, there was no harm in dreams anyway.

Y/N was still in her bed, but now she was fully crying. In the box there were a lot of pictures of her as a kid. A few of her school plays, yearbooks, with her parents, them on holiday and a lot of pictures of and with Dalton. She couldn’t believe she forgot about all of that, and looking back at all the memories made her heart heavy, but once she got to that last piece of paper at the bottom of the box she knew she had to go find him.

Dalton slowly opened the door and looked for Chris, noticing her fully asleep on her bed. As he walked in he saw someone else, a girl. She wasn’t sleeping though, she was sitting on her bed wearing big headphones and… crying? Dalton was confused, why would this be a part of his dream?

He got closer to the girl and examined her face, feeling like he knew who she was, and once he was close enough he finally recognized her. It was Y/N. He took a step back but tripped with one of Y/N’s shoes, making a loud noise. When he realized she could hear him he panicked and quickly stood up, ready to leave the room.

Y/N heard this and took off her headphones, for a moment she thought it was coming from a different room but then she heard something again, and just as she was about to turn on her lamp she heard the door close. She stared at it for a moment, her heart was racing and she was trying to think of a logical explanation for what just happened.

Dalton left and quickly went back to his dorm, sitting back on his chair and suddenly waking up again. He looked around him as he came to the conclusion that it wasn’t a dream, and that Y/N was probably Chris’ roommate.

Y/N didn’t know how to explain it, but she had a feeling that it had happened before. It was a very distant memory. She placed the old drawing back where it belonged, slowly leaving her bed and walking to the door.

Unsure of what her plan was, she went to Chris’ old dorm and knocked. While she waited, a million things were going through her head and almost all of them were warning her to leave. Just as she started to walk away, the door opened. She looked back at him, carefully examining his face. It was him.

“Hi, uh- my name is Y/N and I live right above you-”

“Y/N” He said, trying to process the fact that Y/N was standing right in front of him and that he was right, it wasn’t a dream.

None of them knew what to say, so almost on instinct they hugged, maybe even tighter than they did when they said goodbye. They stayed like that for a while, as if they were making up for all the years they were separated.

#after all these years #dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert fluff #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert fanfic #insidious #ty simpkins #insidious the red door #insidious 5

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ok putting my saiki k pony ideas here, mostly so i can maybe draw them someday, but also i put so much thought into these ideas and i want everyone to see them

tried to do EVERY character

kusuo- alicorn, no cutie mark

hides his wings under clothes and pretends he doesnt have them, would rather hide his horn but cant and just pretends he doesnt have much magic instead

why does he not have a cutie mark, you may ask?? because he hasnt accepted his quirks+powers as a part of himself.. his special talent is probably helping people but he thinks he only does that because the magic he has makes him basically obligated (its not true ur just a good person!!)

nobody really calls him out on constantly wearing clothes with so much coverage because they think hes just insecure about being a blank flank so late in life (kinda true, but it defeats the point if everyone KNOWS..)

will he ever get his cutie mark?? um.. i dont know.. maybe ?? definitely not in his high school years

chiyo- unicorn, baking cutie mark but idk what specifically, maybe a heart shaped chocolate like the one she made for kaido

specialty magic for tracking, she was a late bloomer with her cutie mark because she discovered her tracking talent really young and thought that had to do with her special talent for a longgg time

shun- pegasus, black feathers cutie mark

underdeveloped wings (like scootaloo obvi)

convinced hes just a late bloomer but hes almost an adult and still cant fly (never will but he doesnt know that)

gets these cool wing extensions that allow him to glide but still not fly

tells people his cutie mark is his "jet black wings" but its actually writing quills

riki- earth pony, heart shaped ramen bowl cutie mark ?? idfk what his special talent is i just think he has a lotta love in him..

HUGE stallion.. HUGE..

aren- a kirin..

has a huge scar where a cutie mark would be on a pony in the shape of an exclamation point

used to let his anger free when he was a delinquent and when he transferred, he was pretty self deprecating about his control of himself but he actually has a crazy amount of self control..

chisato- pegasus, hammer cutie mark maybe ?

almost made her an earth pony cuz of the brute strength thing but i like this better

got her cutie mark REALLY late because she was absolutely convinced her special talent had to do with food, and when she got it while doing a job she was like "WORKING IS MY SPECIAL TALENT??" but it wasnt about the job, shes just really strong, hardworking, and adaptable

kokomi- zebra, golden heart cutie mark

couldnt decide if she was a crystal pony or a zebra, decided on zebra

her mark LITERALLY seems to glow golden light, it doesnt actually but.. it really seems that way

ik her being a zebra may not sound like it makes sense because zecora got a bunch of NEGATIVE attention, but HEAR me out okok.. this pony au would be in a modern setting with more diversity and people would focus less on her being a zebra and more on her being beautiful and having such a unique pattern..

zecora is the only zebra we see in mlp so theres no reason to think other zebras couldnt have blue hair, esp in the era of saikis mind control (idk how that would tie into this universe cuz ponies already have crazy colors but shhh) so her hair is prob blue with dark and light stripey highlights

mikoto- griffon

ik she might make more sense as a unicorn but her fortune telling strikes me as more of an.. outside magic ?? like.. she was born with the ability, but its not a physical magical power, its like pinkies pinkie sense!!

so yea i like her as a griffon, its unique and i like the idea of her feathers having a unique pattern around her eyes thats akin to gyaru makeup (see: gilda but make it gyaru esque)

and yes she can still be colorful, we see colorful griffons in the late seasons of mlp

metori- a crystal pony, diamond ring cutie mark

tells people thats his cutie mark because its expensive and hes rich as hell but his special talent is actually MAKING jewelry..

i like the idea of him lying about his special talent so i had to think of something that he could say its cuz hes rich.. i kinda wanted his talent to be baking for some reason but i couldnt think of how that would work

reita- earth pony, cutie mark is like a cartoon-like ghost surrounded by a scary purple and black aura

was gonna make his mark something more meaningful but i think its funny if people see it and are immediately scared of him but literally all it means is like he SPEAKS to ghosts, like in the most normal way possible

and same thing as miko, he doesnt need to be a unicorn cuz his powers are different from unicorn magic..

touma- unicorn, magnifying glass over a thought bubble cutie mark

the mark is hard to explain but tell me u get me when i say its because hes got stupidly good detective skills and can tell what people are thinking

jokes around and manages to convince people he has crazy magic and his cutie mark actually means he can read minds but he actually isnt very good at unicorn magic at all

kineshi- is a changeling..

why ?? because he just is!! doesnt it make sense for him to be a creature that feeds off of making other people feel happiness and love ? it totally makes sense

honorable mentions 😛

saikis parents are both earth ponies, and i have no idea what their cutie marks would be but heres some silly ideas: kurumi has a cradle cutie mark (meant to be a mama😋) and kuniharu has a boot and he tells people that it's symbolism for like hard work but people know hes lying and think it means hes a boot licker METAPHORICALLY, which is almost right but.. it means literally

kusuke is an earth pony and his telepathy canceler is probably shaped like a unicorn horn in this universe hehe, and his cutie mark is maybe like a microscope or something ? hes just a mad scientist idk

btw chono in this au would def be like trixie lulamoon if u know what im saying.. he would be a unicorn but his special talent is STAGE magic and his horn doesnt do anything☠️

satou prob has that little hourglass cutie mark thats really common in background characters for animation purposes, idk what his special talent is but that would be really funny

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In your opinion in regards to the Sports Festival, which arc would you say had the most disappointing/ abysmal conclusion or just ?

Looking back through them, in my opinion, I personally do think the Sports Festival takes the cake imo.

It started out strongly enough. Yes, so many readers have brought to attention the flaws the whole concept of the Sports Festival, but it also was a good starting point to introduce us more of Izuku’s classmates and flesh them out.

We see a setup for Todoroki and we get to know more about him and his story, as well as setting up for a rivalry between him and Midoriya.

We get to see more of Uraraka, such as what drives her (having a sustainable job to help her parents back), and showcasing it’s great to rely on friends, but sometimes there’s battles you’ll have to learn to fight on your own.

We are introduced to interesting characters like Kendo, Testsutestsu, Monoma, and the rest of 1-B.

We also see more moments of the rest of 1-A like Ashido, Yaoyorozu, Iida, Ojiro, and of course Tokoyami, who seems to be the new, mysterious powerhouse.

We also see Midoriya on his absolute A-Game, relying on his wits alone to get through the obstacle courses! This was peak Midoriya in my opinion. Not just in him being successful in the festival, but him being human to the other competitors, particularly with Shinsou and Todoroki.

SO many characters with great potential and plot points to consider, and it got me to thinking, “Who’s actually going to win this?”

Oh, and Bakugou is just acting like an absolute dip**** throughout the arc, but who cares about that, right?

Well, apparently HORIKOSHI cared.

Bakugou had no impactful or actual significance to the story, just kept insisting“I’m gonna win! I’m gonna win!” And all of a sudden he wins the entire thing. All the while being an asshole to everyone around him. So the childish idiot gets his way instead of letting other more interesting characters to shine and Bakugou instead learns something from LOSING to someone other than Deku.

And I recall the first I got finished watching the arc, I thought, “…really? That’s how we’re finishing this? All these characters to focus or benefit from being in the spotlight or at least winning the tournament, and Hori decides to reward HIM? That’s pathetic.”

Anyway, back to my question, do you have an arc where you felt like this the most?

Hi @khonaker 👋,

The most disappointing arc to me was of course the Izuku Solo arc concluding with 1A vs Izuku and Bakugou's apology.

The solo arc seemed to be taking a tonal shift, seemed to be perfect opportunity to focus on Izuku again, seemed to be building up AFO again as an actual threat via Nagant explosion and hinting at DFO in places ("It's your turn," and "This path you have chosen is a thorny one.")

Then 1A vs Izuku, Bkg's joke of an apology and taking him back to U.A crapped all over it. I feel like I haven't gotten as excited over MHA since. Most of the recent arcs are a bunch of empty hype then a huge let down.

I'd also like to give my opinion on the Sports Festival arc specifically since you mentioned this one.

I also found it a huge let down with how it concluded by the very notes of how Shoto's quirk works he should have been able to stomp Bkg with just his ice. ❄️ But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Like you mentioned it fleshed out Izuku's classmates well. It set up a rival class in Class 1B and introduced Shinsou (personally I'd change a few things about him such as have him train prior to Aizawa's mentorship, have him actually be bullied in his backstory and narrowly miss out on entering the hero course by a couple of points.)

I'd change a few things with the one on one battles too because I feel like the Sports Festival would work better with a few shake ups.

Round One

First, Bakugou vs Shinsou and have Shinsou win. This would be Bakugou's pride getting the best of him because he would refuse advice from an 'extra' like Ojiro and pay the price for it.

I'd have Aoyama vs Midoriya. With Midoriya winning. This is to hint at the traitor reveal earlier, to build their bond earlier with their similar self harming quirks.

I'd have Mina vs Momo, just because I feel like they'd be an interesting match up. Momo is versatile and intelligent and Mina is, quite frankly an under used powerhouse and has a quirk that would counter creation. I feel like Momo should win and show off her smarts by creating something to counter Mina's acid. Plus it would build their friendship earlier.

I'd keep Kiri vs Tetsutetsu as it was in canon just because I liked that battle and their friendship that came from it. 🤣

I'd have Tokoyami vs Ibraha and have Tokoyami win.

And I'd keep Mei vs Iida as canon because I found that fight funny.

Then Sero vs Uraraka because that could also link into her growth with wanting to learn to fight hand to hand through failing to win against a more nimble Sero and a poor quirk match up. So Sero would win this.

I'd have Kaminari vs Todoroki with Todoroki winning because I feel like they would be an interesting match up. And Todoroki could similarly stomp him with his ice just like he did with Sero.

Round Two

Shinsou vs Midoriya with Midoriya winning, like how Midoriya's canon first battle went but in round 2 this time so it's more realistic that Shinsou impressed Aizawa and Midoriya being BAMF more - yes please.

Momo vs Sero with Momo winning, I feel like Momo would have to make lots and quickly against someone like Sero who is able to quickly restrain her. It would make for a good battle.

Todoroki vs Iida like canon, Iida gets far into the battle but loses against Todoroki.

Tokoyami vs Kirishima with Tokoyami winning and Kirishima being manly about it. I can see Dark Shadow and Kiri getting along and this would be a good opportunity for them to meet.

Round 3

Midoriya vs Todoroki and the famous "It's your power" moment, I'd have happen here. Along with Midoriya losing, and Todoroki winning

Momo vs Tokoyami, here I would build the foundation for Momo's confidence issues despite her intelligence. I'd have the battle be harder than canon for Tokoyami, but have her make a 'flash bomb' then falter under the pressure of the crowds watching her (maybe insecurity about the amount of skin she had to show, discomfort from the crowds leers) which enables Tokoyami to take her out of the ring. Here Tokoyami would win.

Final round.

I'd have Tokoyami vs Todoroki. Here, this would make sense to have Todoroki lose to a powerhouse like Tokoyami with his weakness being light - not cold. Here it would be realistic that Todoroki's hesitancy to use his fire - to create that light that Tokoyami is weak to - would cost him the match. Plus Tokoyami and Dark I could see being much more concerned for Todoroki than Bakugou was when he passed out.

Therefore in this version of events, Tokoyami (and Dark Shadow) accepting the gold medal with pride, Todoroki being pensive with silver and re-evaulating himself (he can't win every battle with just his mum's ice) and Momo being third (Midoriya breaking himself too much to fight her for third place.)

Let me know what you think of my thoughts and shake up in pairings :)

#mha critical #bnha critical #Anti Shinsou Hitoshi #anti bakugou katsuki #Anti Bakugou

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syntax6 · 1 year

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Some Truest Truths about Publishing

Being a published author is a lifelong dream of mine, and many aspects of it are indeed awesome. I love telling stories and sharing them with the world. Seeing my books in a bookstore or a library will always be thrilling! Meeting new readers from all over the globe is huge fun. But there have been a bunch of “being a published author is bad for your mental health” threads lately, and I think part of why this is true is that people don’t understand how the industry works before they get into it. So, here are some things about how publishing functions that I did not know before I became part of the machine:

1. You can know your book’s likely trajectory at the time you sign the contract. The publisher decides how well your book will sell. Large publishers sell more books than mid-sized publishers, which sell more books than small- or micro-publishers. A large publisher doing minimal publicity for your book will probably still sell more copies of it than a small publisher, simply because they already have the machinery in place. But, if your large publisher does not offer you a large advance at the time of signing, they are not going to do much more than their basic-level publicity for your book. They are going to focus their efforts on books they paid a lot of money to acquire because they want to get that money back. So, if your large publisher is not offering you at least a quarter of a million dollars to acquire your book, they aren’t going to be gunning to make it a NY Times Bestseller.

2. Books are a hit-driven industry. Most books lose money so everyone is counting on the few bestsellers to finance the whole industry. This is why big names like Stephen King or Danielle Steele suck up huge amounts of the publicity budget. Publishers need their books to sell sell sell, which means reaching fans who only buy Stephen King and Danielle Steele books. These fans aren’t paying a lot of attention, so publishers need to get that “GO BUY NOW” bat signal into the sky to wake up these fans. They pull out all the advertising stops. This is why big-name authors eat up so much of the publicity budget despite being household names. Publishers need to reach those fans for each new book to ensure the book makes the $$$$ that the publishers are counting on.

3. Everyone who is in the industry is riding the same train. So when the large publishers decide which books to push (because they have paid a lot to acquire them and/or the author is already a household name), booksellers and librarians have to get on board too. Yes, librarians and independent booksellers can also promote smaller titles that they really love, and that’s GREAT, but they mostly have to march to the tune set by the large publishers. Bookstores are usually operating at razor-thin margins. They need to sell the books that people want to read. Which books do people want to read? The ones they have heard of! How did they hear about them? The big publishers spent the $ to advertise! See how it’s all connected? Libraries, too. They need to stock the titles that will rotate well; books people want to check out and read. Which ones will they stock? The ones that the large publishers are pushing, because these are the titles that people will ask for.

4. Almost nothing good happens to your book without your publisher paying for it. Often, even things that look like awards or editorial decisions involve money changing hands.

5. Because of points 1-4, the author can do very little to influence the sale of their book. Giants like Amazon or Barnes and Noble already know which books are going to be the lead titles because the publishers told them so. Outlets like the NYT know too. Libraries, indie bookstores...they all know the signs of big publisher investment. For example, if the publisher says they are going to print 250,000 copies of your book, then everyone knows the title is going to be pushed HARD. If they say they are publishing 10,000 copies, then the author has no hope of competing with the lead title. So, the author can’t, on their own, do anything to change the fate of their book. However, the author is held accountable when their book doesn’t sell, despite the fact that everyone in the industry does understand that publishers sell books, not authors.

6. Because of points 1-4, how well a book is written or how talented the author is has not much to do with how many copies the book sells. Often bestsellers are really great and the authors are extremely hardworking...but not always. And there are zillions of hugely talented, diligent authors whose books don’t sell well at all because a large publisher has never shone that kind of spotlight on them. To exist in an industry where talent and hard work don’t influence the results is maddening, and a big part of why authors go a little insane.

#being published is still mostly awesome #but also emotionally exhausting #little newbie me once went around to bookstores thanking them for an award they gave me #the booksellers acted like I was crazy #I couldn't understand why they were so rude if they supposedly liked my book #turns out my publisher paid for it #the gaslighting is real #all you can do is write the best book you can

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Dimentio gets an ulcer: the fanfic. alternate title: King Boo’s inevitable return (more content for A Jester’s Lament) (don’t take my writing seriously here this is just for fun and kinda a shitpost) (also not necessarily canon) (not at the moment anyways) (I haven’t decided) (also spoilers for the entire fic)

also ignore my recent posts with my second dimentio design. for simplicity’s sake, his original AJL design is what we’re working with

(Part one btw)

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Dimentio scanned his writings as his eyes narrowed to a squint. “No, no,” he mumbled under his breath as he erased a word, replacing it with its more dignified counterpart. He paused once more, wondering if the extravagant word choice made him sound pretentious. He decided to keep it as it was.

It had been close to a year since King Boo fell to the Pure Hearts, and Dimentio still had yet to finish his collection of tales and spells. He wasn’t even done interviewing the Pixls, and he still had his own thousands of years worth of experience to put into words. If he wasn’t babysitting the Koopalings or visiting friends, he was writing. Writing, writing, writing, from when he saluted the sun till when he bowed to the moon. Sometimes he would even forget to eat or drink. At least, that’s what he told himself to keep things simple. He was keenly aware of his conscious ignorance of his body’s cries for help, just so he could get a few more paragraphs down on the pages.

“Dimentio!”

Despite himself, Dimentio was brought out of his hypnosis. Suddenly becoming aware of the pain in his hands, he lifted his head as Carrie was now fluttering over him. Boomer, who had been sleeping on the Ancient’s shoulder, suddenly buzzed and spun in circles in a frightened daze. Dimentio’s attention shifted to him for a moment, then back to Carrie. “What are you…” He peered at what the Pixl was holding above his head. Dimentio stood, stirring up the other Pixls resting nearby as if they were fireflies in a twilight field. “Is that my mail?”

“Uh, yes. I wasn’t snooping in your mailbox or anything!” Carrie quickly defended himself as Dimentio took the envelope in hand. “The mailman was dropping it off, and I was like, ‘Oh, don’t worry, I’ll take it,’ and-“

Dimentio raised a hand, silencing the Pixl’s anxious rambles as he mumbled, “It’s fine, Carrie.” His focus drifted back onto the letter. He pinched the corner, ripping it along the top not as delicately as he would have preferred.

“Ooo, the Princess!” Thudley announced, having immediately noticed the, Sincerely, Princess Peach, near the bottom of the letter. “It must be important!”

Dimentio looked around him, having been obvious to the Pixls crowding together by his head. “Weird. Usually they just text me. Ah, I must be climbing up in the ranks,” he half-joked under his breath. “Dear Dimentio, blah blah blah, blah blah blah… Mario Kart?”

“Oh, wow!” Carrie sprung up again. “Did they invite you to race?”

“Good Grambi, I hope not.” He held the note closer to his eyes. “Nope.” A strange disappointment fell upon him. I must not be as special as I previously assumed.

“Well, then what’s it for?”

“I’m getting there,” he assured Carrie, beginning to pace around his Flopside home. “Nothing-nothing-nothing, whole bunch of nothing, blah blah blah.” He recalled his eager Pixl audience, clarifying, “It’s a sort of annual race, and, uh…” He looked at the letter one more time before folding it back up and tossing it onto his bed. “I have received some sort of VIP invitation to come watch.”

“That’s so cool!” Carrie bounced up and down.

“Aren’t you excited?” Dimentio heard Piccolo ask as he opened his closet, the door creating a barrier between him and the Pixls.

“Frankly? Yes, I am.” He chuckled a little bit at the thought of it as he slipped his more formal attire off the hanger to change into. “Damnit,” he began to laugh a few moments later as he began to button up his long-sleeved black shirt.

“What’s so funny?” he recognized Slim’s voice.

“I’m just”—he snickered once more—“imagining it. All of them on their stupid little Go-Karts. Bowser, too, hah! I mean, I get it,” he clarified as he tied the strings of his pants. “I get why it’s such a huge event, but still.” He walked back into view, boots in his hand as he sat on his bed. “They have to be at least a little self aware at how… silly it all looks. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just too old for this kind of stuff.”

“Sheesh, maybe you are.”

“Hey now.” He eyed Carrie. Dimentio finished lacing his dark boots and lifted himself off the bed, staring at himself in the mirror. Long gone was his flashy purple and yellow cape and his diamond-tipped cap. Over his shirt draped a dark cloak that fell down to his thighs, and a hood obscured his face with a similar darkness. Even then, Dimentio still raised his hands to tie a dark cloth around the lower half of his face, sparing only his eyes, and even they were half-blind. He knew there was nothing he could do to hide himself while he remained on the mortal plane. Everywhere he went, there was a shiver up one’s spine that followed. He was an ominous sin, an uncanny evil. Blending in with the shadow he brought with him was the least he figured he could do. But they still knew. They all did. As if it were instinct. Everyone, dead and alive, always knew when Dimentio was near.

And now, he was torn between disappointing his friends by dismissing their invitation and disappointing the world with his presence. I should be used to not ever being able to win. Dimentio shook his head at the sinister thought, disrupting the mask. Thoughts come and go. Let them come and go. Let them come and go.

“Is the race today?” Thoreau flew next to his head as Dimentio adjusted his cloth-mask.

“Tomorrow, but Peach invited us to the Castle. I assume it’s an ‘us’ at least,” he referred to Mimi, O’Chunks, and Nastasia. It had been over a month since he had seen any of them in person. He found himself more eager at that aspect than the race itself. Dimentio peered closer at the dark circles beneath his eyes, their existence unknown to him before that moment. Like the fool that he was, he proceeded to smudge them like that was going to help. “As always, you all can come with me, stay, or go.” He adjusted his collar in the mirror one final time. “I’ll return in a few days. Ciao.” Without another word, Dimentio snapped his fingers, a black box forming and closing in on him as quickly as it appeared.

A toad screeched in fright when Dimentio abruptly appeared. Whether it was due to Dimentio himself or his unexpected arrival, it was anyone’s best guess. “Sorry!” The guard cleared his throat as he stood up tall. Well, as tall as he could. “Welcome to the Mushroom Castle, Dimentio. Not…” Dimentio looked at him, and the toad fearfully shrunk down. “Not that you haven’t been here before.”

Dimentio averted his gaze. He could live for another millennia, and his damage could never truly be undone. “Who is all here?”

“Oh, uh, let me think. Her Majesty, for sure. Mario, Luigi,-“

“Dimentio! Hey!”

He peeked behind his shoulder to see Mimi entering the corridor, her arm stretched high above her head. She vanished within a heartbeat, appearing directly in front of him. Dimentio gasped out of fright, then gasped for air as she wrapped her arms around him and squeezed as tight as she could. She acted as if it had been years since they had seen each other, but it was charming in a way. “It’s so good to see you!” she greeted, hugging him every tighter.

“Is that so?” He wiggled an arm free to pull his cloth-mask down.

She pulled back, gawking at him. “You bitch, you’re supposed to say you missed me too!” Dimentio laughed in response to the playful shove on his shoulder. Before he could respond, Mimi took his chance, “Hey, come out to the cloisters with me.” She took his hand, teleporting the pair to a lounge area just before the Castle's garden. “Fuck,” she expressed to them all. “I should’ve sent a warning first.”

“I hate you.”

“Aw, Dimentio, you came!” Princess Peach interrupted him, her hands folded on her chest. “I’m so happy you could make it. I think you’re going to love it. Mario Kart, that is.”

“Haha, ‘ere he is!” O’Chunks chuckled, gesturing towards Dimentio with his finger.

“Hey, Dim,” Luigi simply said with a smile and a wave of his gloved hand.

Dimentio smiled at them both. “Hello, O’Chunks. Luigi.” He then directed his attention back to Peach. “I appreciate the invite, Princess.” His body moved forwards ever so slightly in an instinctive bow. A breeze then hit him, and he shuddered ever so slightly. He still felt so vulnerable going out in public without his cloak. Not the cloak he currently had on, his cloak. Nothing could ever replace his cloak. He pushed his thoughts aside, or at least tried to, then succeeded to actually push his wind-disrupted hair out of his eyes as he sat down in an unoccupied chair. “Who’s all racing?”

“Everybody, I think. Oh, wait, I forgot, you’re new to this. Heh, sorry.” A smile formed under Luigi’s mustache. “Well, there’s the Princess, Mario.” He gestured a gloved hand to them both. “Anyone who’s on the usual roster. Oh yeah, me too. And Mimi wanted to race, but it’s so hard to get new people onto the track.”

“Isn’t it literally called Mario Kart?” Dimentio crossed one leg over the other. “Why is it difficult?”

Mario chimed in, “It’s more so just simply named after me. I don’t really run it. Those who do, the higher-ups, they’re very strict. Something about getting new karts, altering schedules, training new racers, so on, so forth. You have to tell them months in advance for them to even acknowledge your request. Did you want to race?”

Dimentio scoffed. “Hell no.”

“How can you not?” Mimi gawked at him. “It looks super fun!”

“‘Looks,’ Mimi. It ‘looks’ fun. You try racing over a hundred miles per hour inside a volcano or something of the sort while getting pelted by shells, lightning, bombs,-“

“That’s the fun part! Geez, when did you get so uptight?”

Dimentio raised his eyebrows. “Do you not know me at all?”

“Gosh, see? This is what happens when you stop all the evil stuff cold turkey. Oh no, Mimi, I don’t want to race inside a volcano, that sounds boring! I’m going to go drink some tea and stare whimsically at the sunset for a few hours. Ooo! Maybe tomorrow I’ll drink a different flavor of tea. My, isn’t that scandalous? Wake up a little!” She reached over and shook him by the shoulders, interrupting Dimentio’s humiliated rubbing of his eyes so he wouldn't have to look at anybody. “You’re as bad as Aldus was.”

“Aldus had a few sins under his belt, don’t underestimate that.” Dimentio resumed rubbing his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, races!” When Mimi abruptly changed the subject, Dimentio lifted his head, spying Luigi quickly pretend like wasn’t staring. “What are the tracks this year?”

Peach, Luigi, nor Mario would know the answer to her question. The “higher-ups” had yet to release the roster and track list. The group conversed some more, all while Dimentio couldn’t fully cower away from the spotlight that had been put on him. He knew he had no right to feel the way he did. He wasn’t the victim of his own hand. And yet, there he was: feeling. Were they still afraid of him? The more he pondered it, the more he felt like it would be strange if they weren’t. Foolish, too. Not because he was ever going to do anything of his former nature again, but because they couldn’t prove he wasn’t.

Dimentio trekked the halls of the Mushroom Castle, not relishing in the days where he was being chased by a deranged, unstoppable feline down the chasms of blood and broken glass. He passed multiple other rooms before getting to his, a place he hadn’t been to since he was first introduced to it over a year ago. As he opened the door, the golden light spilled from the slivers in his curtains to his boots. He narrowed his eyes as something on the desk caught his attention. Letting gravity pull the door close, he stepped towards the unknown book, picking it up and blowing the dust off.

“It’s a spell book.”

Dimentio gasped and twisted his head over his shoulder, spying a door that had not closed after all and a familiar plumber standing in the entrance.

Luigi’s eyebrows furrowed. “I’m sorry.”

“No,” Dimentio quickly reassured. “No, don’t be. You didn’t do anything wrong.” He glanced at the book once more, then lifted his eyes back to Luigi. “Did you get this for me?”

“Yes. No. I mean,” Luigi cleared his throat. “I borrowed it from Merlon, and I got done reading it a while back, and I asked him if I could let you borrow it, so… Yeah, I didn’t necessarily get it for you, since it still belongs to Merlon, b-but whatever. You know what I mean.”

“I do.” Dimentio smiled slightly to ease Luigi’s clear anxiety. He stared at the title, written in the dead language of the Ancients. ‘Ancient Magic for Dummies.”

“Does it actually say that?”

“No, Monsieur, no, it doesn’t,” Dimentio chuckled quietly, and Luigi soon followed. He stepped into the room as Dimentio peered back at the cover. “I’m not too fluent. This language was practically extinct by the time I was born, surprisingly enough. See this?” He held the book out to Luigi and pointed to a word. “I know what that word means, but it doesn’t have a true English translation.”

Luigi nodded, interested. “What is your best guess?”

Dimentio’s eyes rose to the ceiling. “I believe… I am being humbled.” Luigi laughed lightheartedly as Dimentio scrambled for a word. “Enchiridion, perhaps.”

“Is this still English, my friend?”

“Guide. Manual. Instructions.”

Luigi thought for a moment. “So, my best guess is that it technically says, ‘A Guide to Ancient Magic.’”

“No.”

“But technically?”

Dimentio’s one working pupil flicked from the book to Luigi, who had a smug smile and was clearly trying not to laugh. “Sure.”

“Mhm.” He teasingly nodded with a quiet chuckle.

“Sure, I guess it technically says that.”

“And you say you aren’t fluent.”

“My relationship with language is complicated!” he spoke above Luigi’s increasing laughter. Dimentio couldn’t help but crack a smile as he flipped through the book, eventually landing on a preserved passage written in the dead script. “Ah! I know this one.” He garnered Luigi’s attention, who watched him point his finger to a word on the page and translate aloud, “The.” Silence filled the room. Dimentio dipped his head. “Je t’en prie.”

They shared hushed laughter once more. “How long has it been sitting there?” Dimentio finally asked.

“Oh, not long. Couple of months.” When Dimentio eyed him, Luigi muttered, “A year.”

Dimentio looked back at the book, flipping through the pages. While powerful in his spells, Dimentio was likely the dumbest, most pathetic Ancient to ever exist. While there was his dimension-creating spell, Dimentio never finished his apprenticeship, and it was rare he indulged in self-taught lessons throughout his centuries of life. This book was likely the answer to learning all he never got to learn. But even then, he was sure most spells would be lost to time.

‘Year,’ echoed in his head. “This is my fault. I’m sorry.”

“Dimentio-“

“Mimi was right. I do spend most of my time doing nothing. I haven’t spent as much time as I should’ve with any of you since the Odyssey trip. Especially you.” Silence took his place, then Dimentio interrupted it, “It’s not that I don’t care. I do, it’s just… I’m afraid I don’t know.” You do.

“Dimentio.” He took note of the plumber’s hand on his shoulder. In that second, dozens of battles flashed before Dimentio’s eyes. “It’s okay. It really is. I know you care, we all do. I… I get it.”

Neither of them had to explain it. Even if they wanted to say it aloud, they likely couldn’t.

“But hey, you’re here now. I am. They are.” Luigi pointed to the open door. “We’ll be here for about fifty more years on top of that. If we don’t fix it now, we have more than enough time to do so.”

“Fifty years is a second for me, Monsieur, you know that right?” Dimentio instantly regretted his negative words. Luigi was just trying to help him, like always. He was well aware of Dimentio’s statement, too. “Hell, who knows.” He popped his neck as he interrupted himself, as if it could cut off the statement already processed in Luigi’s mind. “You all just might outlive me.”

“God, I hope so,” Luigi smirked, and they both laughed again. Luigi took his phone out of his pocket after feeling its buzz. “Hey, look, they announced everything!” He rotated his phone screen to Dimentio, who caught glimpse of a message from her highness. “The tracks, who’s racing. Everyone’s in the living room. Let’s go check this shit out.” When Dimentio raised his hand to teleport them, Luigi motioned his head towards the door. “Come on, walk with me.” In protest, Dimentio levitated a few inches off the ground, then felt bad and lowered himself back down again. After being extra careful walking down the stairs, Dimentio was met with a turn of heads and a blaring television above them on the wall.

“Boooo,” Mimi called out, her thumb pointed upside down. Nevertheless, Dimentio sat down on the couch next to her.

“Have we missed anything?” Luigi asked as he sat next to Dimentio.

“Nope, nothing.” Mario shook his head.

“I am Lakitu, your host as always!” Dimentio finally paid attention to the yellow Koopa-like creature that was speaking on the television. “And oh boy, do we have some exciti news to share with you all! First, the tracks. What’s a race without its tracks, am I right? Hah! This year, we will be taking a trip down memory lane and return to our 2009 cups! That’s right! It’s all back! From Mushroom Gorge to Moonview Highway,-“

“Woohoo! Hell yeah!” Luigi jumped out of his seat, the applause from the three racers temporarily drowning out Lakitu’s announcements. Lakitu continued to list off the featured tracks from the 2009 cup, alongside bonus courses such as Berlin Byways, Dragon Driftway, and Electrodome.

“We can’t possibly do this all in one day,” Dimentio mumbled under his breath, unsure if his statement would make him sound like a complete idiot or not. He was only slightly confident in his understanding of kart racing.

“You fucking fat-headed orangutan,” Mimi began, and Dimentio sighed upon knowing it was all over for him. “It’s over several days.”

“Without further ado, let’s list off this year's selected racers!” Lakitu cleared his throat, then the green screen stationed behind him began to change. He listed the names off Luigi, Mario, Princess Peach, a randomly selected Toad, all you could expect, featured with their picture and their name written in big, bold letters. “Now, folks, we are onto the big, bad villains. But fret not! As you are all very well aware of, they have taken a solemn vow to keep their antics out of this race.” He adjusted the papers in his talons. “First off, we have Bowser! The evil, menacing King of the Koopas, you all know him! Next up, Kamek! The sly, magical, blue-clothed advisor of the Koopa King. Bowser Junior and the Koopalings are set to join us as well! Don’t let their size or age fool you, they are merciless on the karts.”

“What are they doing here?” Dimentio narrowed his eyes, his enthusiasm slipping. “This is far too treacherous for children!”

“Calm down, dude, they’re gonna be fine.”

“And how do you know that?” Dimentio turned his head to Mimi, who continued to face forwards without acknowledging him, a smug smirk on her face. He sighed, dragging his hand down his face. “I will have to initiate an intervention with their father.” Somewhere in the background, Mimi mocked him. “Right now.”

“Dimentio!” echoed around him, but he turned his attention to Luigi, who was adding, “You’re gonna miss the announcements!”

Dimentio stood and began to make his way to the back of the room. “Don’t pause it. It’s fine,” were his last words before he whisked into the hall, furiously teleporting a scarcely-used phone in his hands. “Bowser,” Dimentio briskly hissed when the ringing ceased.

“Hi!” Dimentio was immediately greeted by giggles and shrieks of laughter. His face fell. This was not Bowser.

“Junior.” Dimentio began to pace, clutching the arm that hoisted his phone with his free hand. “Where is your father?” Dimentio recognized Roy hooting in the background of the call.

“What’s the pth-password?!” Junior could barely get out the sentence before choking on his laughter. The silence that followed from Dimentio only made them erupt even more.

“There is no password.” The defeat in his voice was already present and impossible to ignore.

“Yes there is!”

”Come on, Dimentio, what’s the password?” Dimentio could practically see Wendy’s mischievous glare through the phone.

”Say it, say it, say it!” many began to chant unsynchronized.

Dimentio was a lot of things, a lot of nasty things, but he was no fool. There was only one thing they could be talking about. Dimentio glanced behind him at the corridor’s entrance, then, when no watchful eyes greeted him, breathed a deep and weary sigh. He took a double-take, then gritted his teeth together. “Balls.”

Dimentio ripped the phone from his ear as the detonated cackling threatened to deafen him. “He said it! He said it!” Larry yelled at the top of his lungs.

“Larry! Junior! All of you! Where is Bowser?! Why are you racing?! You should be in school! Lemmy, what’s nine times four?” As he expected, Dimentio’s queries were thoroughly and wholeheartedly ignored, unless the chorus of cackles was a language he didn’t know how to decipher.

After more screeches so loud that Dimentio’s phone speakers were moments away from being placed on life support, a singular thunder rose above the splattering rain. “Hey, hey! Give me that sh- Give me that!” a familiar rumble grew louder with each stomp. Junior’s cry of protest was audibly cut short as Bowser snatched the phone from his claws. “Who is this?”

“Dimentio!” Junior answered for him.

“He said balls!” Iggy screamed from below.

“Oh, y’all got him to say the password? Haha, nice. Hey, Dimentio. What’s up?”

“Bowser, I need to have a word with you about Mario Kart.”

“What about it? Roy, let go of my leg!”

“What is going through your thick skull to even ponder the possibility of letting the Koopalings race? They are children! I assumed it was common sense to not let young kids behind the wheel, especially with such dangerous speeds and unforgiving competitors-“

Bowser let out a loud, exaggerated, drawn-out snore that, for a moment, was loud enough to drown out the ramblings of the Koopalings. “Boring!” he bellowed into the phone. “Untwist your panties, Dimentio! Nothing is going to happen to them. They have their daddy’s genes!”

“That is precisely what I am worried about.”

“Geez, take a step back, won’t you? Dimentio, I’m grateful you babysit and all, but at the end of the day, I am their dad, and I know what’s best for them more than you do. Listen, if you’re gonna cry about it this much, I can at least promise you that nothing bad’s gonna happen. They’ve done this thousands of times! Ain’t that right, kids?!”

“Thousands?!”

“Dimentio.”

The voice caught him off guard, and he nearly hurt himself jerking his head back towards the entrance. There, Luigi stood, stiff, quiet, and hollow, yet so heavy. Casted in shadows, the whites of his eyes were almost like lanterns. He appeared to be unnaturally still, until the shaking of his hands became evident.

The call had become background noise. “I’ll be back,” he hastily murmured, then, with a snap of his fingers, the phone vanished. His heart stammering, Dimentio rushed forwards to Luigi, who refused to even flinch. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

“Dimentio…” he repeated, his frail voice somehow so sharp. Dimentio opened his mouth, yet he found himself speechless as well. He stood there, waiting, the fear fatally contagious.

At last, Luigi heaved a breath, his chest falling with an uneven shiver, and he rasped out a name Dimentio thought he would never hear in the present tense ever again.

#ajl #lament au #I’m KRILLING myself #ulcer fic #LMAOOO

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qetalos · 1 year

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Attention | lee heeseung

p: popular!heeseung x new student!fem oc reader g: fluff, he fell first, she fell harder. Heeseung is slightly flirty.

warnings: slight cursing, reader is called Haeun, long writing!

synopsis: Heeseung is known for his attractive looks and also because even if he's popular he always is kind with everyone who decides to approach him. When Haeun arrived to the school she didn't go unnoticed by Heeseung and that made him become interested on her, even if she wasn't interested on him at first. Will Heeseung get Haeun to notice him?

note: another part for the nwjns series! hope you like itttt 🫶🏻

한참을 쳐다봐, 가까이 다가가 you see (ey-yeah)

I was known for being attractive and nice but how could she not know me or notice me? I mean, maybe I was used to the attention from everyone in the school (even from my own teachers) but how could she not see me?

Last month a bunch of new students arrived to our school, between them there was a girl that seemed nice but she didn't talk much more apart from her own name. I felt slightly interested on her because she didn't look like those girls who'll go around trying to be part of a group already, she wasn't seen with anyone but remained nice to everyone. Some people who approached her told me that she was nice and that she didn't push anyone away so, how was it possible that I couldn't see her with anyone around?

I was determined on talking to her and getting to know her, and who says maybe I'll try to hit on her? Oh no, I'll leave that for later.

"Hey, Haeun right?" I asked as I sat down next to her before our chemistry class started "Yes, I'm Haeun. You are?" She asked me, I kept a gasp inside me thanks to her questions. I simply smiled and looked at her "I'm Heeseung, nice to meet you Haeun" I said and she smiled, I had extended my hand for her to shake and she did. "Do you mind if I sit next to you for our chemistry class?" I asked her "No, it's okay" she said smiling kindly. "Why did you do it tho?" Haeun asked me as she took out her things for our lesson "Sit down next to you?" She nodded "Well, I wanted to know you and maybe become friends?" I said, not everything was a lie, I did want to become her friend... And, okay! Maybe try to know her better to go further? Ah I should really focus... "Oh, thank you for trying" she said smiling again, I really hope this works "No problem" I shot another smile in her direction before paying attention to our class.

널 우연히 마주친 척할래 못 본 척 지나갈래 You're so fine (ey). Gotta, gotta get to know ya

I tried to be with Haeun as much as I could, at lunch, in class even tried to invite her to my friends group! Was I going too fast? I really want her to take a look at me and try to approach me first too! Even if she didn't, I wasn't going to give up.

"Do you have any plans for today after school?" "Mhm... I'll just study" Haeun said and shrugged slightly as we walked through the school hallways. "Oh well, let's study together" I said and she looked at me questioningly "Why are you doing all of this?" "What do you mean?" "Everything, trying to be with me, spending time together at school, having lunch together and sitting next to me in class" she said and I sighed softly "Does it annoy you?" "No, why?" "Then just let me be, I'm trying to be friends with you Haeun" I said, I didn't where those came from but I said them "Okay" the girl said, chuckling softly. I wanted more, I wanted more of the sound of her chuckle. Was it weird to like the sound of her chuckle? Damn.

"Where do you wanna go to study?" I asked her as we walked out from the school building "I know a café nearby, I go there frequently and it's really cozy so it's a good place to study" Haeun said and I nodded "okay there it is, you lead the way?" I asked smiling playfully and Haeun chuckled while nodding softly "Yeah"

"And what's your favorite color?" I asked her, leaning my face on my hand "We came here to study and you're asking my favorite color?" Haeun scoffed before smiling softly "it's light green" she said before moving her gaze to the books beside her, picking a highlighter pen to underline something on one of the books. "Aren't you going to ask me what my favorite color is? Mhm~ how bad..." I said smiling softly as I looked in her direction, Haeun rolled her eyes playfully before looking at me "okay, what's your favorite color?" I chuckled "Blue" I said and she nodded before going back to her books again "Won't you study? That's why we came here" Haeun said without looking up from her notes "Maybe... I'm a bit lazy, honestly" I said and laughed at my own words, Haeun shook her head while smiling softly as she continued to read something on her study guide. After a while I decided to take out my own books and try to study for at least 15 minutes, which I knew I would only focus 5 minutes. I wasn't someone who was good with studying so it was hard to focus, and even more with the girl I was starting to like sitting down in front of me. We wrapped up our study session after 30 minutes, when we went out from the café I looked over to Haeun "Do you want me to walk you home? It's pretty late.." I said and she denied kindly "No, thank you. I'll go back by myself, you can walk me home the next time" she said and my eyes went wide "So there's going to be a next time?" I asked smiling playfully and she chuckled while looking around "Maybe?" Haeun said in a playful tone too "We'll see if there's going to be a next time. See you tomorrow Heeseung" she said and I nodded, my smile not going away from my lips "See you tomorrow Haeun" I said before walking away, waving at her as I walked away. Today was a good day for sure.

Hey 다 들켰었나 널 보면 하트가 튀어나와

In these last weeks I realized that I did like Haeun. I mean, if since the first day she arrived I've been trying to make her notice me, didn't that mean that I have developed some feelings for her already? Well, now I'm sure of it and yes, I like her. I've also noticed the way my heart goes wild whenever I'm close to her, or when she passes near me when we're going out from our class and to the hallways for our breaks.

"Hi" I said and sat next to her as we were in the cafeteria for lunch "Hi Heeseung" Haeun replied simply "How have you been?" I asked and she smiled slightly as she took out her lunch "Good, and you?" She replied and looked at me "I'm all good, did you bring something tasty for lunch?" I asked and heard her chuckle "You've come here with a lot of questions... And yes, I brought some tasty food" Haeun replied and I swore I could feel my heart jumping crazily inside my chest, in an attempt of acting normal I swallowed and tried to play it cool "that's cool" I said and noticed that Haeun had turned to look at me questioningly "Is everything alright?" She asked, looking at me quite weirdly too "Yeah.. yeah everything's alright" I said and looked away, looking down at my food to avoid her piercing gaze. I saw Haeun shrugging slightly from the back of my eye and sighed softly, starting to eat my lunch.

The end of the day had come after some severe hours of studying. I made my way out of the classroom and to my locker, I didn't feel Haeun's presence until she called out my name and tapped my shoulder. Turning around I looked at her, confused. "What?" "I was asking you if you had any plans after school" she said and I swore (again) that my heart could explode any moment soon. Was Haeun, Park Haeun, asking me if I had any plans after school?! Was she?! Oh my- I would have started to jump and scream if it wasn't for her being there in front of me. Trying to play it cool, again, I shook my head gently "Not really, uh I was planning on going to play some basketball" I said and Haeun nodded "Well, I have the afternoon free so I can go with you and maybe we can spend some time there. Also so that you don't miss your time playing basketball..." She said and I nodded quickly "Yes, that sounds perfect for me" I said and Haeun chuckled as she turned around and looked at me "Let's go?" She asked smiling and I nodded again "Let's go".

"Won't you get bored while seeing me run around and throwing a ball inside a hoop?" I asked Haeun as we made our way to the basketball court in one of the parks near the school, thankfully the court was empty and it could be just us. "Nah, I'll be good. If I do get bored then I'll just get up and walk away" she said and I laughed, she shook her head and sat down on the floor next to the court "Are you okay there?" I asked as I saw her sitting down on the floor "Yeah, no worries" the girl said and I nodded. I started to play for a while and never saw Haeun moving her gaze away from me, maybe it was greedy for me to say it but it was true.

"Ah goddamn, Minji was right. Heeseung is so damn fine"

가끔은 정말 헷갈리지만 분명한 건 Got me looking for attention

Haeun had started to act differently around me after she had seen me play in the basketball court last week. She seemed more flustered? Shy? I don't know what it was but she was acting different. I wanted to ask her about it but I couldn't bring myself to do it yet, maybe something happened? I need to try to ask her what's going on, maybe that can help her open more with me! We can get closer if I show more interest on her? Yes! I'll try to ask her what is happening.

Another thing I could notice on Haeun's behavior was that I saw her more around me, she'd stick around more frequently and would come to me first and ask me about my classes. At the moment I'm living a dream whenever she does that because it feels so nice. It feels so nice to have her attention finally, I've wanted that ever since I put my eye on her and when I noticed that she had started to see me more made me realize that maybe my plan worked. It wasn't a plan either, I just wanted to get closer to her. And to be honest, she's one of the nicest people I've met. It can be because I like her, but she's really nice! Should I confess my feelings? Or is it too soon?

"Haeun?" "Mhm?" She looked at me after I had called her "Can I tell you something?" I asked her and she nodded. We were at the Han river as I had invited her here to hang out for a while after school. I was walking with Haeun next to me and I stopped to tell her what I was hiding for some months already. "You know, ever since you came to school... You've caught my attention, and since then I've been wanting you to notice me..." I said, smiling like a fool as I avoided her gaze "And I've come to the conclusion that I like you. I like you Park Haeun" I said more confidently and finally looked into her eyes, I couldn't read them. I couldn't tell what her eyes were saying. They were empty to me until she got closer and embraced me "I like you too, Heeseung" she mumbled and I wrapped my arms around her. When we separated I still had one of my arms around her, slowly leaning closer I finally closed the gap between our lips and connected them into a soft but full of emotions kiss. I poured all of my feelings into that kiss, she brought her hand up to my cheek and I hugged her closer to me. Due to the lack of air, we parted away but she made sure of keep our foreheads together even after the kiss. I smiled like a fool and heard Haeun chuckle, my favorite sound. I felt as if I had won in life after knowing that she reciprocated my feelings, even as much as I did. "I love you, or is it too soon?" I said and chuckled, a tinge of nervousness in my voice soon shut up by Haeun's words "No, I think I already love you too" she said and chuckled before hugging me again. After that evening, I was sure that I had caught her attention like she did with me at first. This was the beginning of something that could last years, or at least that I wanted to last years.

☆゜・。。

Thank you for reading!

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"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, eight.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Enjoy the eighth chapter everyone! :)

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I was stopped.

Why?

Well, the shit head of marines decided to bring out an army of Kumas, which were all in front of us.

It made me sick, as this man once was a human being, now used as a weapon for the fucking law of the earth.

The people around me, and throughout the world were shocked on how many they were are, their eyes like saucers.

But, I was more worried at Ivanka, who was fighting the main Kuma, who wasn't alive either, as both of theme stared each other down, Ivanka looking pissed.

"Is this the real one? The real Kuma?" A pirate asked. "I've heard from time to time that Dr. Vegapunk was trying to build a human weapon and was repeatedly sending prototypes to Various places." Another one spoke, which made the man beside him to be shocked. "S-So they're all weapons, but why do they all look like Kuma?" No one's question was answered, as a man with a monkey on his shoulder saw a familiar person who commanded the Kuma army at Sabaody; as he was talking into a snail, I noticed it too, as I realized what the marines were planning, and to tell you the truth, they weren't playing fair. "Shit.." I muttered, catching Luffy and Jimbei's attention. "What is it, Y/n?" the fishman asked as I turned to the two. "I know what they are planning; it's weird, right? First, they leaked the information; they moved Ace's execution to make us rush. Then, they slowly backed up and lured all of us, even the other pirates, inside of this place and blocked the bay head with Kuma copies to close the trap we are now in." Jimbei hummed. "I see, so this was all planned...." I nodded. 'Yes, but we need to be cautious; these robots look strong; Ivanka-san struggled to fight against one, let alone an army..." Luffy cracked his knuckles. "That man, my crew, and I encountered him at Sabaody, I have the urge to kick his ass-" I put a hand on Luffy's shoulder. "Not the time; you must save energy to rescue your brother." Jimbei nodded. "She's right, Luffy, let's focus on moving forward and retrieve victory on the battlefield-" "GET DOWN!!" Some pirates yelled as the three of us turned to the Robot Army, firing all kinds of lasers. Many explosions happened throughout the place. Pirates struggled to stand, their arms covering their faces from the dust and gusts that blew wildly.

As two lasers came out of the way, I blocked them from hitting me, Luffy, or Jimbei. When I landed, I saw the robots go to marine ships, not bothering to kill themselves. I felt angered while glaring back that way, whitebeard feeling the same as an annoyed look on his face. "They don't mind killing their own; what a bunch of animals..." As he looked back in front of them to Sengoku, he put his sword on the ground, the blade going into the wood of his ship. "DON'T BE AFRAID, GUYS! LET'S CHARGE THE PLAZA WITHOUT STOPPING!!" His brave words fired me, Luffy, and Jimbei up as we ran forward with his crew, taking down any marines that stood in our way.

Marco, who flew above us, launched towards oncoming marines, making a kicking attack as they spread apart like bowling pins, plopping dead to the floor.

I was amazed by his power, as the outline of fire surrounding the man looked like a bird, a phoenix.

His power went away as he looked down at the dead bodies as he landed. "Don't think we'll back down. I'll kill all of you to get to ace, Yoi."

His words made my heart flutter as the three of us ran past him, heading more to the platform; I jumped in the air, his arm extending down, as my body flew down, both hitting the ground at a robust pace, scattering more marines also, the same way Marco did.

But, no matter how many marines the four of us took down, they just kept coming, like a bee nest that got knocked down, the colony wanting to sting us for revenge.

As I struggled to keep up with them, my breaths became heavy as the dust was around.

Everything was like slow motion, as my hands went to my knees, exhaustion coming to me at the worst time.

Slight blood dripped down my head from slashes mixed with sweat, and my eyes looked dizzyingly around me.

Even though I'm basically vital and Kill things with one punch, I'm still human and have limits; if they keep coming like this, I might just pass out from exhaustion.

As Luffy and Jimbie went ahead, not knowing my uneasiness, Marines surrounded me. I panted heavingly, looking at them as they looked multiple, but in all reality, I was just seeing double the amount before my knees gave out.

As the group charged at me, thinking I was vulnerable, Marco flew over me again, attacking the marines with his fire. His foot slammed on the ground, causing them all to scatter, as it was the last batch of them so far. "Man, these marines are such a pain in the ass, HEY! Are you alright, Yoi?" He noticed me on all fours on the ground, breathing heavily as he quickly walked to me, kneeling down to my level as I nodded. "Y-Yeah, t-they're just too many of them. Sir, with all due respect, if we don't get to that execution platform in time, they'll just keep coming and coming.." I spoke, sitting back up on my knees as he grabbed something from his belt holster, as it was fresh cool water, as he handed me some. "Drink." I took it with thanks, as the feeling of cool liquid hitting my throat relieved me, as the PInapple man defended off Marines who tend to get close.

Landing back down, he smiled gently when he noticed I was still drinking. "All that fighting and punching you did wear you out, Yoi; I'm impressed with your power." Taking the bottle from my lips, I smiled tiredly. "Thanks...it comes in handy with fighting in wars.." I joked as he let out a snort. "Then you must have fought a lot of them. Are you a pirate, miss?" I shook my head. "No, actually, just a regular girl." I ducked as he kicked some marines away, his eyes widening with shock. "Really? Then how did you end up in Impel down, in this battlefield?" Sighing, I used all my strength to get up and took more steady, deep breaths. "Long story, but we should get to Ace before something happens-GAH!!"I knelt down, holding my side as it seemed Mihawk's sword created a wound from our battle a couple hours ago, as the pineapple man rushed to my side. "Hey! You're wounded! You can barely stand how do you think you can get close to Ace right now, Yoi!" My teeth gritted with annoyance. "I'm fine; it's just a scratch-" "It's not just a scratch, Yoi, it looks pretty deep. OI! BACK US UP WHILE I TEND TO HER WOUND!" Some pirates nodded, others gathering around us to form a circle as they fended off the marines as Marco set me down gently on my back. Lifting up my tee shirt, his eyes widened, the wound looking more terrible than he'd seen through your shirt.

Ace saw this on the execution platform, watching me down on the ground as it made his eyes widen and for Sengoku to form a small smile. "Guess the girl is down." He spoke, Ace not believing his words as his head looked to the floor, his lower lip trembling. 'No...not you too, cutie...first Oars....now you?! Why couldn't you just listen to me?!'

I took deep breaths, Marco grabbing rubbing alcohol from his belt as he took the blue cloth around his pants, ripping some of it and holding it against my mouth. "Bite down on it, Yoi, there will be pain." Nodding, I didn't have time to not trust him, as I took the cloth in my mouth before he opened the bottle of Rubbing alcohol. "Ok, ready? 3...2...1-" "NGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!" I let out a groan of pain, my back arching suddenly as the stinging was worse than I'd ever felt before. Marco cringed from my sudden cries, feeling terrible for me as they got louder and louder each time he put pressure on it, my teeth biting as hard as I could on the blue cloth in my mouth. "You're doing great, Yoi OI. KEEP THE DEBREE OUT OF THE CIRCLE!" He snapped to some crewmates as they apologized softly; Marco's snail responder rang, and he cursed before picking it up. "pops." "What are you doing? Why aren't you heading to Ace?" "The girl is down; I'm helping her." Marco's response seemed to make Whitebeard's eyes furrow the slightest. "What happened?" "Dunno, but the slash mark on her side is rather big for a normal sword." This made Whitebeard think as he looked around the battlefield, his eyes landing on Mihawk, who was fighting against Pirates, as he noticed something off about You.

The tip of it was gone, just above where the crack you made earlier. "Seems the brat had a run-in with Mihawk; check to see if fragments are in there; the rubber brat and Jimbei are still in pursuit; catch up when you're done." "Got it, Yoi." As the transponder ended, Crocodile still was trying to get to Whitebeard, as he heard the conversation, knowing the brat they were talking about was you? Letting out a pissed and annoyed sigh, he was done with Whitebeard for now, as he turned to the battlefield again, his eyes landing on your head, the only thing he could see, which was cringing and biting on a cloth from pain.

Not knowing why he cared when he saw you like that, he simply left, going away from Whitebeard as he headed in your direction, watching as more Marines took down some of the crew surrounding you. "Damnit!" Marco gritted, holding a small knife in his mouth as he tried to look for fragments, but the battlefield was too rumbly and dusty for any progress. "SAND WHIP!" A familiar voice yelled as crocodile whipped some marines out of the way, aiding the circle. As I gently smiled at the cloth as he turned. "Got yourself in a little pickle.." He spoke to me as his hand disintegrated some swords in people's hands, kicking the two marines out of the way. "Crocodile, Yoi," Marco spoke, still focused on finding the fragments. "What can I do, birdbrain...?" Marco sighed. "Why do you wanna help-you know what? Never mind, this area is too dirty of a condition and too unstable for me to fix her. Yoi, I need a secluded area to do my magic." Crocodile stayed silent, his eyes looking around, as his eyes landed on Buggy and Mister three ways in the distance as he turned. "Give me a moment." As he was fighting off some marines, he forgot Ivanka gave everyone snail transponder shells, which could attach to his ear.

It was an intelligent method, even though she knew everyone had different views and destinations of the war; if anything had gone south on Impel down, it was a way to communicate.

Sighing, he couldn't believe he was doing this as he pressed the shell in his ear. "Oi, Ivankov.." She heard as she dodged some of Kuma's attacks, and when he was recharging, she touched the shell. "CROC BOY!" "Bald chick is down; Birdbrain needs a secure area to fix her up." Her eyes widened. "EH?! Y/N GIRL IS DOWN?! HOW?!" Crocodile gritted his teeth with annoyance. "Don't get enough damn time to explain, I need mister three..." She looked at the man the crocodile was speaking. "Oh! You mean Wax-man! I see where you're getting at. Hold on-DEATH...." Crocodile cringed, taking his finger off the shell as he didn't want his ears to go wrong, and he pressed it again. "Ivan-" "He's on the way to you! Just ensure Y/n doesn't get hurt more; she and Luffy need to free Ace!" "Yeah, Yeah, I get it, protect the baldie..." With that, he let go, as Mister Three was close. "Oi, Mister three, took you long enough!" The man huffed and Puffed. "What do I need to do?!" Crocodile pointed to me and Marco. "Form a dome around them so the birdbrain can perform on Baldy." That's all that needed to be said; as he got in front of us, more marines came, and his hands went to the ground. "WAX....DOME!!!' He yelled as large amounts of wax came out of his hands, forming a rather large dome surrounding us three, preventing Marines from entering. "Huh...guess he's not useless after all..." After his words, Buggy was sailing across the sky, letting out a fearful scream as Crocodile looked blankly, not bothered to help as Buggy crashed in front of him, Mister One coming as well. "Mister One." Crocodile greeted. "What's going on? I heard the conversation on the snail." Crocodile and Him turn to the giant dome. "She's in there, doesn't know how long birdbrains will be." Both froze when a familiar YEHAWW! Sounded through their ears as Ivankov harshly landed in front of Buggy, who jolted up with a squeal. "D-DAMN YOU IVANKOV! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME TWICE!!" Buggy snapped as Ivankov stood elegantly. "OH! MY BAD!" "THAT'S ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY?!" She nodded simply, turning to the done. "OI BIRD BOY!? HOW LONG DO YOU NEED?!" Buggy's eyes widened with shock at her simple answer, his face turning red with anger until Marco called out. "Give me 20 minutes, Yoi!" Mister Three tilted his head while kneeling next to me. "Is twenty minutes really enough time? I'm not a doctor, but doesn't a procedure take forever?" Marco let out a sigh. "Yeah, but we don't have 'forever.' she needs to be up and running again, pops orders." Mister Three nodded. "I see; what can I do?" Marco smiled at him. "You've already done enough, Yoi; your friends must protect this dome." Mister Three nodded and stood again. "Right. GUYS! IF ANYONE THAT'S NOT A MARINE CAN HEAR ME! PROTECT THE DOME FROM THE ENEMY WITH ALL COST!"

Crocodile scoffed, not liking to be given orders from a lower level, but readied his sand as Mister One and Ivankov stood by him, forcing Buggy to help as well. Some Marines were surprised by this team-up but continued to charge. "On my word, we attack!" Ivankov spoke as Mister One and Crocodile nodded, buggy not liking the idea, but the three just ignored. "THREE.....TWO...." Everyone got instance, as Buggy let out a sigh of disappointment, as he got instance as well, knives coming from his gloves as the four looked forward, ready to protect you at all cost.

"ONE!"

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"DEATH WINK!"

"THOUSAND SLASH!"

"FIST KNIFE TWIST!"

"SAND STORM!"

Let me tell you when the Marines wanted you dead, they weren't joking.

Ever since you took down the giant and almost defeated Mihawk and Smoker, they legit called you a potential threat.

So, they were trying to hunt you down the past twenty minutes, as Marco was, you know, TENDING YOUR WOUND!

It was like gym class all over again, but this time, the enemy of dodgeball can ACTUALLY kill you.

Oi! Birdbrain, what's taking so long?!" Crocodile yelled, disintegrating a marine in the air, before chucking his heart at another one, causing the man to scream, as Mister One slashes his throat.

"SHUT THE HELL UP, LEATHER PURSE, THIS TAKES TIME!!" Crocodile scoffed. "WE DON'T HAVE TIME!! JUST BE DAMN GLAD WE ARE DOING THIS!" Marco let out a frustrated sigh as his dagger was held in his mouth, his fingers carefully going through your wound. There were many knife fragments from Yohru stuck in parts of your tissue as you let out loud groans of Pain while mister three was freaking out. "H-hey!" He muttered, Kneeling next to you, as he hated the painful groans you made, not knowing what to do.

Gulping soon, he then looked at Marco. "I thought you said you needed twenty minutes; it's been over thirty!" Focused, Marco glared harshly up at him. "It would have been twenty, but the damn rumbling and shouting is not workable for my taste; it would be easier if she was under sleeping gas." Mister Three looked back at you as sweat dripped down your forehead, the cloth from Marco's belt still in your mouth. "I wish there was something I could do..." he spoke, Marco slightly glancing up at him again. "Try to have her not move so much, Yoi; it would make this much easier." Mister Three nodded. "Got it, I'm sorry, Y/n, I must do this." He spoke softly, and you didn't care but just nodded as he gently held your shoulders, as Marco began working again.

Humming loudly with the pain shooting through your body, your back arched as Mister Three keeps your shoulders down, you not being able to move much as your teeth bit down on the blue cloth as hard as you could, your teammates still protecting the dome outside.

However, you didn't know how loud you were, as the battlefield heard when the cloth escaped your mouth, your high-pitched painful scream running through everyone's ears.

Luffy and Jimbei heard, turning as you weren't there, their eyes widening as they looked at a dome where the scream was coming from. "Y-Y/n!" Luffy yelled, wanting to return, but Jimbei stood before him. "Luffy! We must proceed!" His eyes widened. "No! Not with my friend hurt!" Jimbei stopped him again. "She will be fine! The others are with her; your Job is to get to Ace!" Teeth gritting, he looked back to the dome, his brows furrowing as he and everyone on the battlefield heard your painful screams. He didn't want to leave you, but you and he both knew that Ace had a time limit, as he had to move on.

Turning, he ran, heading to the platform, as his eyes were focused and determined. 'Don't die, Y/n-san.....we'll save Ace, and you'll join my crew! That's my promise!' He thought as Jimbei followed before the Camera cut back to the dome and the others, as Mister One and Crocodile scattered some enemies, their breaths getting heavier as Ivanka and Buggy were still with loads of energy. "They keep coming; they won't stop until Y/n is dead now that she's a threat." Crocodile's teeth gritted with annoyance. "I don't want to take care of another dead body. OI! WHAT'S GOING ON?!" He yelled to the dome, as my screams were getting louder and louder.

Marco tried his best to go as fast as he could without damaging any of my tissue as he was almost done getting the fragments out, Mister Three still holding onto your shoulders as he looked down at you. "Y/n! Listen to my voice! Your going to be ok; the pain will stop soon! Just think of how much ass you will kick when you get back up! Just think of saving Ace, this war ending, and what you'll do in life after this!" I screamed more when Marco put the danger back in my wound, getting more pieces as I still was held down. “Y/n! I know it hurts! But you have to fight through the pain! We can’t battle everyone without you! You say to everyone that they need fairness, but you need fairness as well!” I breathed heavily, more sweat dripping down my body, as I looked at mister threes eyes, as somehow, he made things less painful, as he nodded his head.

“That’s it! Just look at me, don’t think of the pain! Your strong! You helped us escape that stupid prison, now don’t let this scratch get to you!” As he kept talking encouragingly to me, his words made me push through, my heart racing as our eyes never left each other, as Marco got the last piece out. “Done!” He yelled, Mister three smiling down at me, as my head went back with exhaustion. “You did it Y/n! Good job!” He praised, as Marco set the dagger down. “Oi, candle man, can you create a seal over the stitches I’m gonna make?” He looked to Marco who was already putting string through your skin. “Oh, yeah, sure, smart thinking. Just hold on a little longer Y/n” he spoke, scooting closer to Marco as he gently laid your hands on your wound, creating a wax covering so nothing will happen to it, as your ears continued to hear the fighting outside, as you became worried the time will run out. “A-Ace..” I mumbled, which caught the attention of the two, Marco sighed. “Nothings happened yet, Yoi, don’t worry.” I sat up on my elbows when Mister three was done. “But I have to get to Luffy, he’s going to get hurt-nng!” Pain from the cut shot through me, as Mister three grabbed my shoulders. “Are you serious?! Y/n-San, you have a cut the size of A sea monster on your side and you wanna continue to fight?! I understand you want people to have fairness, but think of yourself!” He snapped, worried for your safety as Marco sighed. “He’s right miss, I don’t know you, but that wound won’t hold with his wax if you go out and be reckless. Pops gave an order to keep you alive-“ “I don’t care about that damn old prick!” I snapped, harshly glaring to him. “I wanna die knowing that someone didn’t share a fate of unfairness than to sit here, and watch the man who’s life has been fucked over something he hasn’t done. That’s what a heroes called, to save the people and keep fighting when you get knocked down. Someone taught me how to be like that sorry if it bothers your sorry buts.” My explanation made the two go quiet, as I started to get up.

“I appreciate your concern, but, I’ve dealt with worse than this. So, excuse my sorry ass, I have a person to save.” I blanket stated, soon punching a hole easily in the wax dome, a gust of wind blowing some marines back, as the four protecting you paused, turning to see you waking out.

Smirking, Crocodile looked to see your fist clenched, eyes blank as the battle stopped again, Sengokus eyes widening with you being up again.

Ace was shocked too, not believing your up and going as if nothing happened, as he sighed with full relief.

“Send all the fucking marines you want too me goat man!” I snapped, Sengokus teeth gritting with annoyance as whitebeard and some warlords smirked, Luffy giving you a bright smile, as of Jimbei, myself stopping as I pointed to the Admirals and Aces direction. “BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW MMAY TIMES I GET KNOCKED DOWN…”

“I WILL ALWAYS BE………”

Disappearing from my spot, everyone’s eyes widening, wondering where I went, before I teleported above where the admirals were, in front of the Giant green giant as I slammed on the ground, which broke under me, as I screamed harshly to them.

“ONE STEP AHEAD!!”

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Author: AHHHH!!! Another chapter done!! This one was just a filler to get the story going, I’m so excited to publish more you have no idea.

The fan art contest is still in session! If you want to enter, just send me a picture on the message are here on tumbler, and send me the two pictures required.

One: a picture of Y/n by herself.

Two: another picture of Y/n with any character she has met so far!

She can be any size or any race she wants, just no dirty or explicit content please, or you will be disqualified!

Anyways, I will be declaring the winner by the end of October, so hopefully I’ll see a lot of photos!

Anyway, have a good night and sleep well! BYE!!

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