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1mlei · 9 months ago

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Dead on Main Soulmate AU [Part 2]

In this AU everyone is born with a tiny red heart tattooed on the inside of their wrist. If you're close to your soulmate the heart will beat, and when you meet them the heart turns to gold. If your soulmate dies, the heart will fade to black.

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CW: Brief mention of suicidal thoughts, take care everyone!

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Danny is 15 years old when he's informed that he is the crown prince of the Infinite Realms. He would have loved it if someone had had the decency to explain that the title of Ghost King would be passed down through right of conquest sometime before he fought Pariah Dark. If not that, couldn't someone at least have said something a bit sooner?

Now Danny had been faced with the information that he was ghost royalty out of nowhere, and that's just not something he was prepared to deal with on a random Tuesday afternoon.

As Danny paces the length of his bedroom he chooses to ignore Tucker's pointed reminder of "It's a Wednesday."

Instead of responding, he shoots a tiny ecto-blast at where his friend is lounging in the beanbag, which is easily dodged. Not that it would have hit, whenever Danny was aiming at one of his human friends me made sure to channel his dad and aim almost a full foot away from them, just to be safe.

He may be annoyed with Tucker's lack of sympathy about his situation, but he would never purposefully hurt him. Still, a warning shot when Tucker got extra cheeky wouldn't hurt anyone.

The other boy let out an affronted squawk as he dodged the blast, but wisely stayed silent after that.

Danny continued his pacing for another moment, but before he could start his frustrated rambling again Sam spoke up from Danny's bed, she hadn't even looked up from her phone for the whole time Danny had been ranting.

"It's not that big of a deal Danny, the council have been dealing with things just fine up until now, I'm sure they'll handle things until you're ready."

It was true, he knew that the council would continue to run the realms, and allow Danny to ease into the role.

The thing was, he was hoping that "ready" would mean he was at least of legal age. But no, ghosts saw time and age differently of course, they were satisfied as long as he was at least sixteen. Which he would turn in a few months.

In a desperate attempt to postpone the coronation (because Danny was not ready to become king of an infinite dimension yet, holy shit, he had convinced the council that it would be in their best interest to wait until the summer after Danny turned sixteen.

Danny still had to go to school after all, and the thought of having one measly weekend to be crowned before having to return to the halls of Casper High was not one that excited him.

The council had agreed to wait until summer. Danny wasn't overly happy that he'd still only have two months to adjust, but he'd take what he could get at this point.

He was not looking forward to starting his junior year, to say the least.

As if his looming coronation wasn't enough, now that Danny was aware of his title as crown prince, he suddenly had a bunch of new responsibilities. Supposedly, it was to prepare him for being king. Danny found it tedious at best, but he hadn't found a way to get out of it so far.

Luckily, as long as no ghost caused too much trouble Danny didn't have much to worry about.

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A ghost was causing too much trouble, enough that Danny got called in to deal with it.

At first he'd been salty that he had to ditch Sam and Tucker last minute for some stupid job that surely someone else could do. But once he heard what the job was, he was for once glad that he was dealing with it himself.

The situation was delicate, and Danny wouldn't trust a lot of ghost to handle it carefully enough.

An annoying ghost whose name Danny hadn't bothered to fully remember (Wi.. Fin.. Vin..ca.. something or other, not important) had decided to head to the human realm to take revenge for their death.

Now, if Danny tried to stop every ghost that ever tried to avenge their own death he'd never get to rest. A ghost's death was such a personal matter too, Danny didn't feel like he had any right to step in and say what's right or wrong for them to do.

So, in nearly all cases he stayed out of it. A lot of ghosts were happy to avenge their deaths in non-violent ways. Some time spent haunting their murderer, scaring them shitless, and most ghosts were satisfied. Not enough to move on, revenge was rarely enough for that, but enough to exist peacefully in the Realms.

That was all fine in Danny's book, but this particular ghost (Danny mentally dubbed them "Vi" when he failed to remember their full name) had decided that violence was the only answer.

The thing was, they blamed the wrong people. Vi had been a citizen of Gotham when they were alive, and they got caught up in some bad business. That had eventually led to their death.

It wasn't any one person's fault, but Vi blamed the Gotham vigilantes. From what Danny knew, Vi had been running away from said vigilantes, not wanting to be arrested, and had died because they were too focused on avoiding the vigilantes to pay attention to their surroundings.

The details of their death beyond that was not something Danny knew, he had listened to the necessary details from Clockwork before he left, but he didn't like learning exactly how other ghosts died unless they tell him themselves, it felt too personal.

All he needed to know was, the actions of the Gotham vigilantes had indirectly caused Vi's death, so they were on their way to Gotham to take revenge. That was bad, on so many levels.

The absolute last thing Danny needed was The Batman getting interested in ghosts. Danny had done a great job of managing without his or anyone else's help so far, and he really didn't want them poking their noses into his business now.

That was why Danny was speeding towards Gotham City, hoping to get there before Vi managed to track down a vigilante, as he was sure they didn't have any ways to defend themselves against ghosts.

After flying at nearly top speed for half an hour, Danny finally arrived. Not that long if you think about it, but plenty of time for a vengeful ghost to track down their targets.

With no better method, Danny started flying laps around the city, hoping his ghost sense would go off eventually.

His ghost sense remained quiet, but he found something better.

Batman himself, was right there fighting off a group of thugs. It was a small group of people for a skilled fighter like Batman to take on, he didn't really need backup. Which probably meant, the bird was somewhere nearby..

And yup! Standing on a rooftop close by keeping lookout was Robin.

This was neat, two vigilantes in the same location, now Danny could just stay here and keep guard until Vi showed themselves.

Danny hovered over Batman's fight invisibly, realizing how lucky he was that the man was unaware of his existence, and had no access to ecto-powered weapons. Danny shivered just at the thought.

Now that he was thinking about it, Batman was surrounded by a lot of people. A lot of them were probably innocent people, pulled into this business by a lack of better opportunities. Just like Vi.

And if Vi was here only for revenge, surely they wouldn't risk other people suffering the same fate as them. If they attacked Batman now, any one of the thugs could get caught in the crossfire.

Would Vi just wait it out until Batman was alone? It didn't make a lot of sense. Surely they would act soon, but Batman was surrounded, and Robin was.. Robin was alone!

Danny turned around in a panic as a cold shiver ran through his body.

Shit

He shot off towards Robin at high speed. Now that he had sensed them he could tell where they were (two seconds) Vi was heading right for Robin, their claws out and ready to strike (one second), they were just about to make contact, barely an inch away from Robin, when Danny crashed into them, phasing them both harmlessly through the vigilante and flying them far, far away in the blink of an eye. His heart was drumming so hard in his chest, (he could feel it all the way through his arms, wow) he didn't realize his heart could beat that hard in ghost form, he assumed his core would take over.

Maybe it was just testament to how stressed out Danny was.

That had been too close.

He had barely a moment to rest, as Vi broke out of his hold angrily.

"Foolish boy, do not get in the way of my revenge again."

Vi tried to fly away to try again, but Danny formed an ecto-barrier around them to keep them put.

"Not gonna happen, you're targeting two innocent people."

Vi hissed at him with frustration,

"You know not what you speak of, fool. Those killers parading around as heroes caused my unfair demise, and I shall have reve-"

At that point Danny decided he'd heard enough, it was a school night and he had to get going, so he grabbed the thermos from his belt and sucked Vi into it mid-spiel. He'd heard that same speech enough times to know how it goes.

Robin still alive, Batman unaware of ghosts existing, Crisis averted, and Danny would still make it home with enough time to get a half-decent nights sleep. Things were looking up.

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Jason is 14 years old. It's been a year since his soulmate died.

He's gotten good at pretending it doesn't affect him anymore. After that first night where Jason let himself properly cry in Alfred's arms, neither of them had spoken about the matter again. Alfred made it a point to treat Jason exactly the same as before, knowing that if he were to act extra careful as to not upset the boy it would have the opposite effect.

Alfred was great like that, always noticing and remembering things but knowing when not to bring them up.

He pretended not to notice that Jason never wore short sleeved shirts anymore.

When he found Jason huddled away in the library he pretended not to notice how many more romance novels the boy was reading compared to before.

During the darkest nights, when Jason silently wishes he could go join his soulmate wherever they had ended up, Alfred was there without fail. He didn't speak of the things he knew Jason was thinking about, whether it was as to not make Jason uncomfortable or because Alfred himself didn't dare say it out loud, he didn't know.

But he was there, every time.

And when Jason realized it had been a full year since his soulmate died, Alfred was there as a silent support, just a moment away should Jason need him yet never intruding.

If Bruce notices that anything has happened to Jason, he hasn't bothered to ask about it yet. Jason isn't sure if he prefers it that way or not.

On one hand, he doesn't like the idea of Bruce butting into his personal business, the man had never been great with emotions.

But the realization that his father-figure didn't even know what he was going through had Jason wanting to burst into Bruce's study and tell him everything, if even just to get a reaction out of him.

It had been a year, but so far he hadn't said anything.

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When Jason is out on the streets of Gotham, the mask of Robin is always a nice barrier to hide behind. He'll lock his emotions up tight in the back of his mind and cover them up with the veil of an unbothered vigilante who had far better things to worry about.

This night he's standing on a rooftop, keeping a lookout as Bruce deals with a group of thugs. The group was small enough that Bruce would have no trouble at all dealing with them, and Jason's time would be better spent keeping an eye out for anyone trying to slink away unnoticed by the bat.

It had been an uneventful few minutes, watching Bruce dispose of the thugs as all of them kept rushing him, not a single one having the bright idea that whatever payout they were promised wasn't worth sticking around anymore.

Then, Jason felt a shiver run up his spine. He felt like he was being watched. It was a foreboding feeling, like something was going to jump at him any moment.

He spun around, quickly assessing his surroundings, but he found nothing out of place.

The feeling did not go away though, only growing more insistent.

And then in the blink of an eye, a gust of wind picks up around Jason as the feeling of danger flares, and Jason is sure he is about to die right there.

In the next second, the wind turns cold, and Jason could swear he saw his breath fog in front of him for a moment. Yet he doesn't feel even the slightest bit frozen.

The cold passes through him impossibly fast, and with it the feeling of danger vanishes, and so between one blink and another Jason is left standing there dumbfounded at what just happened.

He hadn't imagined it, that feeling of danger was nothing concrete but it had been clear as day in Jason's mind.

The wind was definitely real too, he'd felt it rustle his hair as it passed by.

And the biggest piece of evidence he wasn't going crazy, was the small piece of frost on the ground around Jason's feet. He took a step away from it experimentally, and it quickly faded. But it had been there.

The biggest mystery of the night though, the part of this whole thing that shook Jason to his core, was his wrist.

He raised his wrist and pulled back his glove to check, because there was no way he was actually feeling what he thought he was.

But right there, the tiny black heart that was stuck to his wrist as a permanent reminder of what he could have had, was carefully beating in an excruciatingly slow rhythm. Slow, faint, but real.

Jason lost track of time as he stood there, just watching the heart on his wrist beating slower and slower, until it stopped and refused to move again.

For the first time in a year, Jason feels a dangerous sliver of hope sneak it's way into his heart.

It can't be.

But there was no other explanation.

Jason had been in danger, but some unknown force, one that brought an overwhelming feeling of safe with it had saved him.

And his tattoo was telling him his soulmate had been there.

Jason couldn't think of a better explanation than that the one who saved him was a spirit, or ghost of some kind. It sounded ridiculous.

He looks back at his wrist, gently stroking his fingers over the tattoo as the considers it.

It seemed like a ghost saved him.

His soulmate had been there.

His soulmate who was dead.

Jason felt silly for entertaining the thought, but he couldn't help but want to believe it. That tonight he had been about to die, and the spirit of his soulmate had protected him.

He took that realization and stored it away with the rest of his emotions. He didn't know how to feel about it.

He knew, that for the past year his grief had made him consider some terrible things. But how could he possibly want to go join his soulmate now, when they'd done the impossible and appeared next to him for even just a moment, to save his life.

Jason decided then, that no matter what happened, he was going to live. The sadness may never fully go away, by he would live the life he had been given, and his soulmate would simply have to wait until Jason was ready to join them.

With a lighter conscience than he's had in a year, Jason grapples away from the roof and heads back home, a tiny hint of a smile on his face.

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nerdlvr · 9 months ago

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mommy kink w nerd hyuck

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mommy kink ofc , begging muahaha , sub hyuck , hyuck is inexperienced ofc , hyuck getting head , hyuck in glasses , hyuck got public hair idc men rarely go bare and i love it , handjob , first time writing a mommy kink and i'm not really into writing it but for hyuck i like when he's whiny so i made the effort LMAO , requested here !

"m-mommy?"

hyuck's nerves were evident in his constant stuttering. he'd never even gotten head, let alone called someone mommy sexually.

you nodded, a warm smile on your lips as you looked up at him. your hands softly massaging his thighs, trying to calm his heavy breathing, if only you knew what your touch did to him.

"yeah baby, do you like the sound of that?"

hyuck felt his pants tighten at the idea of calling you mommy, he'd call you anything if it meant you'd use him in any way you wanted. you giggled, reaching forward to squeeze his bulge, a tiny whine leaving hyuck's lips as his hands gripped the sheets.

"i guess this speaks for itself hm? so eager already baby."

he let out another whine at the nickname, biting his lip out of embarrassment, he felt like he could cum right now and you hadn't even touched him yet. you reached up to unbutton his pants, looking up at him to make sure he okay with continuing. hyuck nodded quickly when your eyes met, breathing already increasing in pace.

you were quick with your fingers unbuttoning his pants before tugging the waistband down slightly, hyuck lifted his hips to help you remove his pants, quickly moving your hands away to pull them off himself, impatience eating at him.

if the desperation wasn't clear by his quick movements and small whines, it was extremely clear in the appearance of his cock. standing tall and hard, leaking tip a light shade of pink, your eyes trailed down to the base of his length, a neatly trimmed patch of hair adorning the area. your fingers came up to touch the hair, a shaky breath leaving hyuck's lips,

"you shaved baby? almost like you were expecting this? didn't you just come over to tutor me, hm?"

you looked up at him a playful glint in your eyes, urging him to confess. he bit his lip before responding,

"yes."

"yes what hyuckie?"

"yes mommy, was just hoping we'd do something other than studying."

his breath shuddered as you kissed his tip softly, cock bouncing in place. you wrapped your fingers around his base, guiding the tip back to your lips for another kiss,

"so much for hoping right baby?"

hyuck's response died in his throat as you slowly sank down on his cock, warm mouth surrounding him.

"oh my- fuckkk y/n feels so good, shit."

you giggled removing his length from your mouth before slapping his thigh lightly,

"nice words only hyuck, don't be a nasty boy."

he pushed his glasses up swallowing hard, nodding quickly,

"s-sorry mommy, please don't stop, feels good, please."

you let out a little hum of approval before running your tongue along his slit, wrapping your lips around his head to suck gently, precum salty on your tongue.

you'd be lying if you said hyuck was small, dick longer and fatter than average, but he clearly didn't seen to know how well endowed he was, fingers tangled in your hair urging you to take more,

"please mommy, just a little more, not enough, please."

his whiny voice and pouty lips were enough to give you encouragement, working your jaw open a bit more to take more of him. you were a little over half way down before you felt him hit the back of your throat, shutting your eyes so you could focus on breathing through your nose, no way you were letting this virgin know you were actually struggling to take him. you swallowed around him, smiling as he let out a long moan, grip on your hair tightening.

"m-mommy oh my god, just like that feels s' good."

you swallowed around him again before hollowing your cheeks, slowly dragging your mouth off of his length, looking up to watch him throw his head back, glasses almost falling off. you replaced your mouth with your hand using your spit to quickly jerk him off, twisting your hand around his tip, a high pitched whine left his lips as he brought his head back down to watch your movements, hand coming up to fix his thick rimmed glasses.

"feel good hyuckie? like this?"

your free hand came up to wrap around his base as you continued to work on his tip, wet sounds coming from between you two. hyuck leaned forward, holding onto your wrists.

"mhm mommy, s' good, gonna cum, please mommy can i cum, please, oh my-."

you let go of his tip, deciding to wrap you lips around him instead, hollowing your cheeks as you swirled your tongue around him, your hand on his base now working up and down.

"i'm gonna cum, mommy, i'm gonna cum, please please."

you felt his grip on your wrists tighten before his warm cum filled your mouth. you swallowed quickly drinking him in as he let out a whiny moan, foggy glasses on the tip of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut.

you removed your lips from him with a loud pop before smiling up at him. he gave you a tired smile, his gentle fingers coming up to wipe the corner of your mouth,

"thank you mommy."

"anytime my pretty boy."

hyuck had no idea he'd like calling you mommy this much.

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2b4st4r · 2 months ago

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Overworked

Platonic Straw-hats x reader

Words: 8069k

Summery: The Straw-hats become aware of your ongoing habit of overworking yourself. Each member notices in their own unique reaction to it.

Warnings: misspellings, uncannon reactions.

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You know how it is, right? We all have those little quirks, the habits we wish we could just snap out of. Maybe it's the nervous gnawing at your nails, that extra glass when no one's looking, a little white lie here and there, nights spent staring at the ceiling, or that looming to-do list you keep pushing further away. The catalog of these tiny titans of trouble seems endless. So, what's the big deal if one of these has taken root? Just a small thing, right?

Except when it's not.

Imagine a habit that's a constant low hum of anxiety, a persistent shadow that keeps you on edge. It's the kind of habit that doesn't just sit there; it actively chips away at you, altering who you are. It's the unseen force that tightens every muscle, leaving you aching without explanation. It's the relentless drain that leaves you utterly depleted, both in body and mind.

This is the relentless grip of overworking.

It's that ingrained urge to leap into action the moment someone needs help. It's the internal alarm that blares weeks before a deadline, compelling you to start now. It's the constant pressure you put on yourself, the endless race to get everything done, immediately. So, is it any wonder that the people closest to you, your crew, your nakama, start to see the toll it's taking?

Surprisingly, it was Chopper, with his keen observations, who first noticed the strain...the physical one.

Actually, thinking about it, it wasn't all that surprising. He is the ship's doctor, after all.

Chopper's sharp eyes had picked up on the subtle signs: the unusual paleness of your skin, the almost imperceptible tremor in your hands – telltale indicators of deep exhaustion. He'd also observed the way you compounded this by relentlessly pushing yourself beyond your limits. From a medical perspective, your overall sluggishness hadn't escaped his notice.

It had been a week since their last island stop, and you had been throwing yourself headfirst into work. The ship's supplies seemed to be your sole focus, meticulously taking inventory, recounting everything until the numbers swam before your eyes, etched into your brain.

Just after lunch, the sun cast that unique, shimmering glow that only the sea and sky together could create. It was one of those rare moments where you could finally feel your body begin to yield, sinking slightly towards the deck, absorbing the familiar salty sea shanty that had become the soundtrack to your life. That's when Chopper approached. His small, fluffy form, barely reaching your height even when you were seated, stood before you.

His usual bright and cheerful demeanor was replaced by one of distinct concern, a worried furrow in his brow. His breathing was a touch quicker than normal, his small chest rising and falling just a little faster – a subtle sign of his unease. One of his hooves tapped lightly against the deck, a barely concealed display of his anxiety. "Y/n! You don't look so good!" His voice, usually endearingly soft but often high-pitched, held a note of genuine worry. "Are you feeling alright? Let me take a look at you!" His concern, though sometimes a bit much, did manage to prick your awareness. But despite his worry and your body's desperate plea for rest, you sprang to your feet, a bright smile plastered on your face, expertly masking your exhaustion. "Fine! I'm fine! Just a little tired." Your words were delivered with forced cheerfulness, a touch too bright and a little too quick.

The rest of the day unfolded exactly as you might have predicted. Chopper became your shadow, his dark eyes constantly fixed on you, mentally cataloging every little thing. He peppered you with concerned questions, the epitome of gentle nagging. "Are you eating enough?" he'd ask, tilting his head. "Any dizziness? Headaches? Feeling nauseous?"

Eventually, your resistance crumbled. And so, you found yourself perched on the edge of a stool in Chopper's infirmary, enduring the familiar routine of a medical check-up. Pulse-taking, eye-peering, ear-listening. A soft groan escaped your lips as the cold metal of the stethoscope pressed against your chest. "I'm fine, Chopper," you mumbled, offering a tired smile. "Honestly, I don't see the need for all this." He shot you a look that, for someone so small and undeniably adorable, managed to convey a surprising amount of sternness. "I don't believe you!" he declared, his ear pressed even more intently to the stethoscope. "...Pulse is weak," he murmured to himself as he pulled away. "Slight dehydration... clear signs of severe fatigue..." He continued his self-assessment, his brow furrowing with concern before he took a rather dramatic step back. "So, what's the verdict, Doc?" A teasing, albeit weary, smile tugged at your lips. Despite his obvious irritation, a faint blush dusted his cheeks. "You need rest," he stated firmly, his voice losing its usual timidity. "Uh-huh! Yes, sir," you replied with exaggerated ease, pushing yourself up. A loud crack echoed from your back as you straightened, causing a flash of worry to cross Chopper's face. "I promise," you reassured him with a weak smile as you headed for the door.

His concern didn't end there. You couldn't even lift your own teacup without a gentle but firm scolding.

"You need to rest! Your body can't keep going like this. This isn't something to joke about!" he exclaimed as you strained to lift a crate, your muscles protesting under the weight. "Chopper, I'm fine, I promise. Everyone gets tired," you countered, earning a soft pout from the little doctor. Unable to convince you to slow down with logic, he resorted to simpler explanations, hoping they would finally sink in.

"If you don't rest, your body will get weaker! You won't be able to fight!"

Then came the random analogies…

"It's like trying to sail the Sunny without any cola! You're just going to stop working!"

Despite your reassurances, Chopper remained unconvinced. He took it upon himself to be your personal nurse, a tiny, furry force of medical insistence. Suddenly, strange but surprisingly palatable concoctions appeared at mealtimes – no doubt his attempt at nutritious remedies, a far cry from Usopp’s questionable experiments. He’d hover nearby as you ate, his large eyes scrutinizing every bite.

Sleep became a heavily monitored activity. He’d practically tuck you into your hammock, his small form a surprisingly effective barrier against any attempt to sneak away. Every few hours, a fluffy head would peek into your quarters, checking your temperature, your breathing, asking a litany of gentle but firm questions. He even parked himself beside your hammock at times, a silent, steadfast guardian against your own workaholic tendencies.

Chopper had been surprisingly persuasive, his earnest pronouncements about your deteriorating health carrying an unexpected weight.

Beneath all the medical fussing and enlisted help, you could see the genuine worry etched on Chopper’s face. His role as the ship’s doctor was something he took with profound seriousness, and seeing you in this state clearly distressed him. His empathy was palpable; he just wanted to make you feel better.

One evening, as Chopper sat beside your hammock, meticulously adjusting a cool cloth on your forehead, you reached out and gently took his small hand. “Chopper,” you said softly, your voice still a little weak. He looked up at you, his eyes wide with concern. “Thank you,” you continued, “for everything. You’re a great doctor.”

A blush bloomed on his furry cheeks. “It’s…it’s my job! And you’re our nakama!” he mumbled, looking away bashfully.

You hesitated for a moment before adding, “But…could you maybe…keep this between us? I don’t want everyone worrying too much.”

Chopper’s ears drooped slightly. “But Y/n…”

“Please, Chopper,” you insisted gently. “Just for a little while. I promise I’ll rest, I really will. But…I don’t want to be a burden.”

He looked at you, his brow furrowed in thought. The genuine worry in his eyes warred with your request. After a long moment, he sighed, his small shoulders slumping slightly. “Okay,” he whispered finally. “But you have to promise me you’ll tell me if you feel any worse. And you’ll stay in bed!”

You smiled weakly. “I promise, Chopper. Thank you.”

He nodded, a flicker of his usual determination returning. “Alright then. But I’m still checking on you!” He puffed out his chest slightly, trying to regain his stern doctor persona. The secret was yours, for now, guarded by the small, fiercely protective doctor of the Straw Hat Pirates.

Well, at least for a little bit.

With Robin , the signs had been subtly unfolding for a while now. Her keen eyes, trained to observe the nuances of history and human behavior, had registered the almost imperceptible shifts in your demeanor. The slight deepening of the shadows beneath your eyes, the momentary pauses in your movements that betrayed a deeper fatigue than you let on, the almost imperceptible tightening of your jaw when faced with another task – these were the silent stories your body was telling.

She considered the possible reasons behind your relentless drive. Was it a sense of overwhelming responsibility? A desire to prove yourself? Perhaps some unspoken pressure only you were aware of. Robin understood the weight of such burdens, the way they could silently accumulate until they threatened to overwhelm.

One of the quieter afternoons, as the ship glided smoothly over a calm stretch of sea, Robin found you leaning against the railing, staring out at the horizon. She approached you with her usual quiet grace, settling beside you. “Y/N,” she began, her voice a soft murmur that blended with the sound of the waves, “you seem to be carrying a heavy burden lately. Is everything alright?” Her gaze was gentle, her expression open, offering a space free of judgment. She listened attentively as you offered your usual dismissive reply, her own observations painting a different picture.

Later that day, she found you meticulously sorting through maps in the library, the lamplight casting long shadows across your tired face. “Perhaps a cup of tea and a moment to rest?” she suggested, her tone calm and inviting. “It’s important to allow yourself time to recover. The ancient scholars understood the importance of balance between study and repose. It allows for clearer thought.” She even shared a brief story about a renowned man from a forgotten civilization who, in his relentless pursuit of knowledge, had neglected his own well-being to his detriment. The lesson was subtle, woven into the fabric of the story.

While Chopper’s approach was one of direct medical intervention, Robin’s was more about offering intellectual respite. She noticed the way you seemed to be mentally juggling a multitude of tasks. Later, she quietly approached the ship’s log, organizing some of the navigational data you had been meticulously compiling, streamlining the information in a way that might ease your mental load. It was her way of offering practical assistance, a silent sharing of the burden.

However, even Robin’s gentle persuasions seemed to have little effect. She watched with a growing concern as Chopper’s more direct attempts also met with cheerful but ultimately dismissive assurances. When Chopper finally managed to get you to his infirmary, Robin lingered near the doorway, her usual serene expression clouded with worry. She heard Chopper’s earnest pronouncements about weak pulses and severe fatigue.

Later, when you emerged from the infirmary, offering a tired smile and a promise to rest that didn’t quite reach your eyes, Robin’s calm demeanor held a new layer of firmness. “Y/n,” she said quietly, her gaze steady, “your dedication is admirable, but you are reaching a point where it will become detrimental, not only to yourself but to the crew as well. We need you at your best.” Her voice remained soft, but the underlying conviction was unmistakable.

She observed your hushed conversation with Chopper later, catching the worried glances Chopper cast in your direction even as you offered him a reassuring smile. When Chopper confided in her later about your request to keep your condition a secret(it’s no shock he couldn’t keep his lips shut), a thoughtful frown creased Robin’s brow. She understood your desire not to worry the crew, a sentiment that resonated with her own quiet strength.

“He is genuinely worried, you know,” Robin said softly to you later, finding you attempting to organize some heavy scrolls. Her tone held a gentle but firm undertone. “And he is right. We all value your contributions, Y/N, but your well-being is just as important. We need you to be healthy and strong.” Her words were a quiet echo of Chopper’s more frantic pleas, but they carried the weight of her calm understanding and deep care for her nakama. She knew that beneath your cheerful facade lay a growing exhaustion, and while she would respect your wishes for now, she would also be watching, her quiet concern a constant presence.

It wasn’t long before Nami’s sharp eyes, ever vigilant for anything that might disrupt the ship’s efficiency or her meticulously planned routes, noticed the subtle shift in your usual energy. At first, it manifested as a slight delay in your responses, a momentary lapse in the quickness she’d come to expect. Then, she observed you leaning heavily on the railing during watch, a far cry from your usual alert stance.

Her initial reaction was a classic Nami blend of annoyance and practicality. “Honestly, Y/N,” she sighed one afternoon, watching you nearly stumble over a coil of rope, “you look like you haven’t slept properly in days. You’re going to start making mistakes, and you know who’ll have to clean up that mess.” She punctuated her statement with a sharp tap of her foot. “Don’t tell me you’re going to slow us down now. We have important things to do!”

Beneath the surface of her exasperation, however, a practical concern was brewing. A tired crewmate was a liability, a potential weak link in their operations. She approached you later, arms crossed, her brow furrowed. “Look, Y/N, you need to rest! If you collapse, who’s going to count all my berries? We have schedules to keep, islands to reach!” She even added, with a pointed look, “And if you get sick, we’ll have to waste valuable beli on medicine! Don’t be irresponsible.”

Having assessed the situation and deemed it detrimental to the ship’s progress, Nami took charge. Her voice, usually laced with a hint of sweetness when dealing with potential clients or allies, took on its familiar bossy edge. “Y/N! That’s enough! You’re swaying on your feet. You’re going to bed. Now.” She then turned to Zoro, who was sharpening his swords nearby, a glint in her eye. “Zoro, make sure Y/N stays put and rests. Don’t let them do any more work. And no sneaking off for ‘fresh air’ either!” Zoro, surprisingly compliant to Nami’s direct orders when it concerned the crew’s well-being (and perhaps avoiding her nagging), grunted in acknowledgement.

A touch of motherly scolding, though directed at you rather than Luffy or Usopp this time, crept into her tone. “Honestly, Y/N, sometimes I swear you have no sense of self-preservation! You’re not some indestructible monster; you need to recharge! Go lie down before you actually fall over and cause a real problem.”

Her concern was also intrinsically linked to their overall goals. A sluggish crew member hampered their journey, delayed their arrival at the next island, and ultimately hindered their chances of reaching the Grand Line’s end. She framed her insistence on rest in these practical terms. “We need everyone at their best if we’re going to survive the Grand Line. Don’t be selfish and neglect yourself. Your exhaustion affects all of us.”

Later, finding you looking particularly pale as you attempted to decipher a complex navigation chart, a softer edge momentarily softened her usual sharp tone. She sighed, placing a hand on your shoulder, a rare gesture of genuine care. “Look,” she said, her voice a little less strident, “I know you’re trying hard, and we appreciate it, but you’re going to run yourself into the ground. Just rest for a bit, okay? Let the others handle things for now.” She even fetched you a cool cloth and a glass of water, her usual demanding demeanor momentarily replaced by a more nurturing one.

Once you had finally succumbed to exhaustion and were resting (under Zoro’s watchful eye, no less), Nami’s practical side reasserted itself. She made a mental note of all the tasks you had been neglecting and the potential delays your slowdown might cause. The moment you showed signs of recovery, she’d likely be back to her usual demanding self. “Alright, you’ve had your rest,” she’d likely say, hands on her hips. “Now get back to it! We’re not going to reach the next island by lazing around. We have lost time to make up for!”

Zoro, true to Nami’s frustrated command, had been keeping a watchful eye. It wasn’t his usual form of observation – scanning the horizon for threats or potential land masses – but a more focused, almost analytical study of your movements. He’d noted the slight drag in your steps, the way you’d grip objects a little tighter than necessary, and the almost imperceptible flinch when a sudden noise startled you. He wouldn't have registered these subtleties on his own so quickly, but Nami’s sharp, pointed instructions had tuned his senses to these specific signs of exhaustion.

His usual gruffness seemed to have an added layer of quiet intensity. He was less prone to his usual grunts and more…present. If you were nearby, his gaze would occasionally flick towards you, a furrow in his brow that spoke of silent assessment.

Finally, after witnessing you nearly drop a barrel of supplies – a feat that would usually be effortless for you – Zoro decided enough was enough. He stepped into your path, his large frame an unyielding obstacle. “Oi, Y/N,” he stated, his voice flat and devoid of its usual edge of impatience. There was a finality in his tone that brooked no argument.

You blinked at him, a tired smile attempting to form on your lips. “Zoro? Just… moving some things.”

He didn’t move, his arms crossing over his chest, the muscles in his forearms flexing slightly. He simply stared at you, his one visible eye unwavering. When you reached for the barrel again, he moved with surprising speed for someone often accused of being perpetually lost, his hand clamping down on your wrist. “Enough,” he repeated, his grip firm but not painful. He then effortlessly lifted the barrel himself, his muscles bunching under the strain.

“If you collapse,” he said, his gaze direct, “you’ll just be a burden. Get some rest and be useful later.” The words were blunt, almost harsh, but there was an underlying tone that suggested he was stating a practical truth rather than an insult. He saw your exhaustion as a weakness that could endanger not only you but the crew as a whole.

Later, as you sat slumped against the galley wall, trying to stay awake, Zoro walked past, heading towards his usual training spot on the mast. He paused, glancing at you before continuing his climb. He then proceeded with his rigorous sword training, the rhythmic clang of metal against metal echoing across the deck. It wasn’t a direct command, but there was a subtle message in his dedication to maintaining his own strength – a silent urging for you to prioritize your own recovery.

Without a word, he also started taking on some of the more physically demanding tasks you usually handled, hoisting sails, securing ropes, his movements efficient and silent. It wasn’t offered with any fanfare or even a glance in your direction, but the intent was clear: he was lightening your load, not out of pity, but out of a sense of duty to a crewmate who was clearly running on empty.

There was a moment later, as the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in fiery hues, when you were attempting to navigate by the stars, your eyes struggling to focus. Zoro, who often used the stars for his own sense of direction ( sometimes with questionable accuracy), stood beside you, his presence a silent anchor. He pointed out a constellation, his finger thick and calloused against the twilight sky. “That one,” he said, his voice surprisingly gentle, “it’ll always point you north.” It was a small gesture, an unexpected offering of guidance, a subtle way of helping without making you feel incapable.

His concern, though gruffly expressed and physically enforced, was undeniably there. He saw your exhaustion as a vulnerability, a chink in the crew’s armor. His forceful intervention, while lacking in comforting words, was his way of ensuring your strength, your reliability, your ability to fight alongside him when the time came. He wouldn’t coddle you, but he would damn well make sure you rested, even if it meant standing in your way like an unmovable mountain. And perhaps, beneath the gruff exterior, there was a flicker of something more, a quiet protectiveness that went beyond mere crewmate loyalty, a silent acknowledgment of a connection that ran deeper than shared battles and stormy seas.

It was no shock who was next to notice, In fact he would have noticed before Zoro if Nami hadn’t directed him.

Jinbe, with his seasoned eyes that had witnessed countless battles and navigated treacherous seas, had also observed the subtle but persistent signs of your overexertion. He hadn't rushed to conclusions, his demeanor one of quiet contemplation as he absorbed the evidence – the almost imperceptible slump in your broad shoulders, the slight tremor in your hands as you performed intricate tasks, the way your responses sometimes lagged, as if your mind was struggling to keep pace with your body.

One quiet evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of deep indigo and fiery orange, Jinbe found you meticulously cleaning the ship's cannons, a task you usually approached with focused efficiency, now carried out with a weary slowness. He approached you with his characteristic calm presence, his large frame casting a gentle shadow. “My friend Y/N,” he began, his voice a deep, resonant rumble that carried a note of earnest concern, “you seem to be carrying a great weight. Are you faring alright?” His gaze was steady, his dark eyes conveying genuine care.

He didn’t pry, but his respectful inquiry opened a space for you to perhaps share your burden. When you offered a dismissive wave and a tired assurance of being “fine,” Jinbe’s brow furrowed ever so slightly. “Is there something pressing that requires such tireless effort?” he asked gently. “Perhaps we can find a way to ease your burden.” His tone was devoid of accusation, seeking only to understand and offer support.

Drawing on his vast experience, Jinbe offered his wisdom. “Even the strongest currents must calm and flow,” he stated, his voice calm and measured. “To push oneself beyond their limits is to invite disaster. The body needs time to recover its strength, just as a ship needs calm waters to mend its hull.” He emphasized the long-term consequences of your relentless pace. “A long voyage requires a steady pace. Burning oneself out early will leave you unable to weather the storms ahead. And the Grand Line, as you know, is full of them.”

He then framed his concern in terms of your vital role within the crew. “Your strength and capabilities are vital to our crew, Y/N. We rely on your immense strength. We need you at your best, and that requires taking care of yourself. A weakened anchor cannot hold the ship steady in a tempest.”

Jinbe’s support wasn’t limited to words. He quietly observed you struggling to lift a particularly heavy crate of cannonballs later that night. Without a word or a change in his calm expression, he stepped forward and effortlessly hoisted it himself, his immense strength making the task seem trivial. He placed it gently beside you, his gaze meeting yours briefly before he continued his rounds, a silent offering of assistance that spoke volumes. He also made sure you had a hearty portion of the evening meal, his large hand gesturing towards your plate with a subtle insistence that you eat well.

Despite his gentle nature, Jinbe possessed an inherent authority. When he noticed you attempting to sneak back to your duties after a brief period of forced rest, his calm demeanor took on a new layer of firmness. “My friend,” he said, his voice still measured but carrying a weight of conviction, “I understand your dedication, but you are treading a dangerous path. For the sake of yourself and the crew, you must allow yourself to rest. This is not a request, but a necessity.” His gaze held a quiet resolve that brooked no argument.

For Jinbe, his crewmates were more than just allies; they were his extended family, a bond forged in shared adventures and mutual respect. His concern for your well-being stemmed from a deep sense of responsibility, the same unwavering resolve he displayed in the face of formidable enemies. He understood that self-care wasn't a weakness but a crucial aspect of their collective strength, a vital element in navigating the unpredictable currents of the Grand Line and achieving their shared dreams. His intervention was a calm but firm assertion of that understanding, delivered with the quiet authority and deep care of a seasoned warrior and a steadfast friend.

Next, was our favorite chef—

Sanji’s perception of your overworking habits manifested in a dramatic flurry of concern, particularly amplified by his ever-present chivalry. He’d likely first notice your fatigue during meal preparations, his keen chef’s eyes picking up on your slower movements, the way you’d sometimes lean against the counter for a moment longer than usual.

If you were a lady, his reaction would be nothing short of theatrical. He’d likely rush to your side, a hand dramatically placed over his heart, his face etched with utter distress. “My dear Y/N!” he’d exclaim, his voice a melodramatic whisper. “You look as though you haven’t slept in days! This is an absolute tragedy! Such a beautiful flower withering under such harsh conditions!” He might even drop to one knee, his brow furrowed with worry. “Please, allow this humble cook to offer any assistance! A revitalizing meal? A calming herbal infusion? A comforting presence to ease your delicate spirit?” He’d then likely glare fiercely at any nearby crewmate, muttering darkly about the “cruelty” and “unfeeling nature” of allowing such a state to persist.

If you were one of the male crew, the theatrics might be slightly toned down, but his concern would be no less genuine. He’d observe your diminished appetite at the table, the weariness in your eyes. “Oi, Y/N,” he’d say, his tone more direct but still laced with worry, “you haven’t touched your steak. That’s not like you. Everything alright, buddy?” He might then slide a particularly hearty portion of food your way, emphasizing its restorative properties. “Here, eat this. It’ll put some fire back in your belly. Don’t go collapsing on us mid-voyage.”

Sanji’s concern was never just performative; he was a man of action. He’d subtly begin to alleviate your workload. If you were in charge of maintaining a certain part of the ship, you might find him inexplicably polishing it to a gleaming shine, or perhaps he’d take over some of the heavier lifting during supply runs, his movements fluid and efficient, ensuring you had less to strain yourself with. He’d also become your personal food monitor, making sure you ate proper meals, often preparing extra portions packed with nutrients and insisting you sit down and finish every bite. If you were too engrossed in your tasks to leave your post, you might find him appearing with a carefully balanced tray, a concerned frown on his face until you took a bite.

Once he managed to get you to take a break, the lecture would commence, delivered with a characteristic blend of exasperation and genuine care. “You idiot!” he might scold, flicking a stray lock of hair out of his eyes. “What good are you to anyone if you run yourself into the ground? We need you up and running, not looking like a zombie! It’s like trying to cook a decent meal with dull knives – completely inefficient!”

True to form, Sanji would also enlist the support of his beloved Nami and Robin. He’d likely corner them, his expression a mask of pleading desperation. “Nami-san! Robin-chwan! You have to do something! Y/N is working themselves into an early grave! Their beauty/strength is fading before our very eyes! Please, use your wisdom and persuasive charms to make them rest!”

Underneath all the dramatic pronouncements and exasperated lectures was Sanji’s deep-seated desire to protect and care for his nakama. He saw you all as his extended family, and your well-being was paramount to him. His sometimes over-the-top reactions were simply his unique way of expressing this profound care. He wanted you healthy, strong, and able to continue sharing in their adventures, ensuring that no one he considered precious suffered under unnecessary strain. His concern was a passionate, albeit slightly theatrical, force, ensuring you were fed, rested, and reminded, in no uncertain terms, of your value to the crew.

The next one to notice was the great captain Ussop! Obviously…

Usopp’s reaction to your overworking habits would be a spectacle of exaggerated alarm, punctuated by well-intentioned but spectacularly ineffective attempts at assistance. The first time he truly registered your exhaustion, likely when you nearly walked straight past a treasure map he was dramatically unfurling, his eyes widened to the size of saucers.

“Gasp!” he’d bellow, clutching his chest. “Y/N! You look like you’ve wrestled a sea king… and lost! Are you being drained by unseen energy leeches?! We need a protective charm… or maybe a powerful sleeping spell! I saw one in a very reliable… uh… fictional book once!”

He’d then launch into a series of dramatic pronouncements about the dangers of pushing yourself too hard, his voice rising with each outlandish claim.

“They say that if you don’t get enough rest, your shadow will try to escape and live its own tired life! And then you’ll be stuck with a lazy shadow! It happened to my cousin’s friend’s pet chameleon!”

Fueled by a genuine, albeit wildly misdirected, desire to help, Usopp would then embark on a series of clumsy interventions. He might present you with a murky concoction in a chipped mug. “Here, Y/N! Drink this! It’s my special ‘Get-Your-Zoom-Back’ juice! It’s got… uh… some seaweed for strength, a pinch of that shiny rock I found for… energy… and a secret ingredient that makes you sleep like a log!” (It would likely taste vaguely of seawater and disappointment).

He might then offer to take over your duties, his chest puffed out with false bravado. “Don’t worry, my friend! Leave it to Captain Usopp! I shall shoulder your burden with the might of a thousand… well, at least ten… brave warriors!” This would inevitably lead to a comical scene of him struggling to lift something light, tangling himself in ropes, or accidentally misplacing crucial items.

Witnessing your exhaustion would also trigger one of his own well-established illnesses. He’d start clutching his head, his face paling. “Oh no… I think I’m feeling a little… weary too… Maybe it’s catching! We’re all going to become work-zombies! We need to quarantine the tired people!” He’d then start suggesting elaborate and utterly unnecessary health precautions for the entire crew, involving things like wearing special “anti-fatigue headbands” fashioned from old socks or eating only oddly colored fruits.

However, amidst the dramatics and the comical mishaps, a flicker of genuine concern would peek through. In a quieter moment, perhaps while you were slumped against a mast, trying to stay awake, Usopp might approach you hesitantly, his usual bluster momentarily absent. “Hey, Y/N… seriously though… are you okay? You look… really worn out. Maybe you should actually try to get some sleep. For real this time.”

In true Usopp fashion, he might also try to solve the problem with a grand, adventurous distraction. “Hey! I just remembered! There’s this legendary ‘Resting Island’ I heard about! They say the air there is so relaxing, you instantly fall into a deep, rejuvenating slumber! Let’s go! Forget about all this boring work!” (The “Resting Island” would likely be a figment of his vivid imagination).

Ultimately, Usopp’s chaotic reaction would stem from a good place. He genuinely cared about your well-being and wanted everyone on the crew to be safe and happy. His methods might be outlandish and his attempts to help often backfire, but his loyalty and concern, however clumsily expressed, would be undeniably present beneath the layers of his usual bravado and tall tales. He might be more of a hindrance than a help in getting you to rest, but his heart would definitely be in the right place, even if his “energy potions” weren’t.

Franky’s observation of your near-trip was less a subtle noticing and more a full-bodied, mechanical assessment of instability. One moment, you were walking with your usual (if currently sluggish) gait, the next, a slight misstep sent you lurching, arms windmilling precariously. Franky, who happened to be welding a reinforcement onto the ship’s railing nearby, immediately registered the wobble.

“Oi, Y/N!” he boomed, his voice echoing across the deck, the sparks from his welding momentarily forgotten. “Whoa there! You’re listing worse than a ship with a hole in its hull! You look like you’re about to break down, buddy! Your internal mechanisms ain’t lookin’ too ‘SUPER!’ right now!”

His first instinct, as always, was to offer a practical, tangible solution. “Yo!” he’d call out, tossing his welding mask aside. “Leave whatever you’re doin’! I got this! You look like you need a full-body tune-up! Go get some recharge time!” He might stride over and physically steer you away from your task, his large, metallic hand surprisingly gentle on your arm. “Don’t strain those circuits! I’m built for the heavy-duty stuff! That’s what being SUPER is all about!”

Franky would then launch into one of his signature analogies, comparing your exhaustion to a poorly maintained machine. “Listen up, Y/N! You gotta treat yourself like a well-oiled machine! If you keep running on empty, your gears are gonna grind to a halt! Just like a poorly maintained cola engine – sputter, sputter, BANG! No more SUPER power!” He might even gesture towards the Sunny. “Even our amazing ship needs time in dry dock for repairs and upgrades! You’re no different! You’re a vital part of this crew’s SUPER structure!”

His solution was simple and direct: rest. “Y/N! Time for some serious R&R! Rejuvenation and Relaxation! How about a dip in the pool? Or just go lie down and let your internal power core recharge! Think of it as a SUPER pit stop!” He might even try to engineer a solution, his mind already whirring. “I could build you a SUPER sleep pod! It’ll have built-in massage jets and play soothing robot lullabies!” (The lullabies would likely be surprisingly loud and metallic).

While his approach was typically boisterous, a genuine concern underlay his loud pronouncements. If you continued to brush off his concerns and try to push through your exhaustion, a more serious note would enter his voice. He might place a large, metallic hand on your shoulder, a surprisingly grounding gesture. “Hey, seriously, Y/N. You gotta listen to your body. We need you at one hundred percent, SUPER strong! Don’t burn out your circuits for good.”

True to his nature as a shipwright and crewmate, Franky would likely bring your condition to the attention of others. “Oi! Chopper! Sanji! Y/N’s lookin’ like they’re about to fall apart! We need some SUPER medical attention and some SUPER fuel in ‘em, pronto!” He’d be part of the collective effort to ensure you got the rest and care you needed, his loud encouragement echoing through the ship.

At the heart of Franky’s reaction was his deep camaraderie and genuine care for his nakama. You were part of his wacky, wonderful, SUPER family, and seeing you run down went against his understanding of how a well-oiled, SUPER crew should function. His boisterous enthusiasm, usually a source of high spirits, would be channeled into supportive encouragement for rest and recovery, his “SUPER!” spirit aimed at getting you back to your own “SUPER!” self. He might be loud and a little over the top, but his concern was as solid and well-built as the Sunny herself.

Brook, ever the gentleman of the Straw Hats, would likely approach your exhaustion with a characteristic blend of his ghoulish humor and a surprisingly poignant empathy, born from his own long centuries of solitude. The first sign he’d notice might be your unusually quiet demeanor during one of his musical performances, or perhaps the lack of your customary polite chuckle at one of his skull jokes.

“Yohoho!” he’d declare, his skeletal grin wide as ever, though his empty eye sockets might seem to hold a touch of concern. “Y/N-san, you appear to be moving with the speed of a snail crossing the Grand Line! Are you perhaps trying to catch up to my state of timelessness? Though, unlike me, you still have the distinct advantage of… well, being alive! Skull joke!”

He’d then likely draw upon his own unique experiences, the long decades spent adrift, a solitary soul yearning for connection. “You know, for many years, all I had was the creaking of my ship and the endless expanse of the sea for company. And trust me, even a soul, or the memory of one, needs its respite! You are surrounded by the precious gift of your nakama now, Y/N-san. Don’t let the relentless tide of work wash away the moments you could be sharing with them.”

His concern would often weave into his appreciation for life, a theme frequently found in his melancholic melodies. “Life is a fleeting vibrato, Y/N-san,” he might say, his bony fingers gently plucking a somber note on his violin. “Don’t let the persistent fortissimo of your labors drown out the delicate pianissimo of rest and joy. We must savor these precious measures we have together.” He might then suggest a gentle diversion. “Come, let us partake in some tea and perhaps a melancholic ballad! We must cherish these ephemeral moments of camaraderie.”

Being the ship’s musician, Brook would naturally offer his melodies as a form of therapy. “Perhaps a soothing sarabande will help you unwind your weary spirit, Y/N-san? I know a lovely adagio about the tranquility of slumber! Though, as a skeleton, my own sleep schedule is rather… nonexistent! Yohohoho!” He might then play a soft, lilting tune on his violin, the notes weaving a calming atmosphere around you.

In his own unique way, Brook might even touch upon the ephemeral nature of life. “We only have this one composition to play out to its fullest, Y/N-san. Don’t let it be consumed by an endless, exhausting crescendo of work. There will be ample time for the allegro of tasks later, but these andante moments of rest and connection with your fellow musicians are precious and will soon become cherished memories.”

Beneath the layers of his skeletal humor and musical metaphors, a genuine earnestness would surface. He might place his bony hands together in a polite, almost pleading gesture. “Please, Y/N-san, do take excellent care of your living body. Your well-being is a vital note in our crew’s harmonious symphony.”

Ever the polite soul, Brook would likely express his concern and offer his support, but he might be less forceful than some of the more… physically assertive members of the crew. He would trust that his gentle encouragement and his unique perspective on the value of life and companionship would resonate. His hope would be that his words, like a soothing melody, would gently guide you towards the rest you so clearly needed. “Yohohoho! Please prioritize your precious life, won't you?”

(I love writing Brook sm, the cello/violinist in me gets giddy when I write him.)

Luffy, ever the straightforward and fiercely protective captain, wouldn't grasp the intricacies of overworking at first. He’d likely just register the most obvious symptom: your persistent weariness. His brow would furrow, and his head would tilt in that familiar inquisitive way as he observed you day after day. “Hey, Y/N!” he might call out, his voice carrying across the deck. “You look… droopy. Like a flag with no wind! Didn’t Sanji give you enough meat?” He’d completely miss the underlying cause, attributing your exhaustion to a lack of his favorite food.

But as the days wore on, and he witnessed you nearly tripping over your own feet or saw the dark circles under your eyes, his carefree demeanor would slowly erode, replaced by a genuine, childlike worry. He might watch you intently, his usual grin absent. “Oi, Y/N!” he’d exclaim, his voice losing its usual playful lilt. “You okay? You look like you’re gonna fall over and bonk your head!”

Luffy wasn’t one for subtle inquiries. His concern would manifest in a very direct, albeit Luffy-esque, confrontation. He might suddenly grab your arm (gently, but with surprising firmness) mid-task, his rubbery grip surprisingly strong. “Stop it!” he’d declare, his usual cheerful tone replaced with a note of something akin to frustration.

He’d likely state the obvious in his own unique way. “Why are you always doing that?” he’d ask, his black eyes wide with confusion. “You’re gonna break! Like… like that time Usopp tried to fix the mast with sticky tape!” His understanding of “breaking” might be more akin to a physical object snapping, but the underlying concern for your well-being would be unmistakable. He might even try to physically intervene, his solution as direct as his question. If you were stubbornly trying to lift a heavy object, he might simply try to pull you away, his mind already leaping to a completely unrelated and infinitely more fun alternative. “Come on! Let’s go see if there are any weird fish jumping out of the water!” or “Shishishi! Sanji just made a mountain of meat! Let’s go eat it all!”

Luffy valued his crew, his nakama, above all else. Seeing one of his precious friends hurting themselves, even unintentionally, would genuinely upset him. His voice might take on a louder, more insistent tone, tinged with a rare hint of frustration. “You’re being dumb!” he might declare, his hands planted firmly on his hips. “You need to rest! Like when Zoro sleeps all day! But… not that much!”

His way of expressing care might not be eloquent, but it would be undeniably present. He might suddenly plop down beside you, insisting you sit down too. He might try to hand you a piece of meat, even if it was clearly not what you needed. Or he might just stand nearby, his gaze fixed on you, a silent, unwavering expression of concern on his usually cheerful face. He’d also likely bring it up to the others, his straightforward questions seeking a solution. “Nami! Chopper! Y/N’s acting weird and looks all wobbly! What’s wrong with them? How do we fix it?”

Luffy’s solutions, as always, would be unconventional but born from a pure heart. He might decide the best cure for exhaustion was fun and adventure, completely oblivious to the concept of needing actual, quiet rest. He might try to take over your work, his rubbery limbs flailing with good intentions but likely creating more chaos than order. Ultimately, his driving force would be to make you stop hurting yourself, even if his methods were as chaotic and unpredictable as a sudden Gum-Gum Storm.

Despite his simplistic understanding of the situation, Luffy’s reaction would be rooted in a deep and unwavering care. He wouldn’t understand the internal pressures driving your overwork, but he would instinctively recognize that you weren’t okay. His message, however clumsily delivered and ill-conceived his solutions, would be clear: “You’re my nakama. Your health and happiness are important. Stop doing whatever’s making you look so… un-fun. Let’s go do something exciting instead!”

The breaking point came during a fierce skirmish on a seemingly deserted island that turned out to be the territory of surprisingly well-organized bandits. You had been pushing yourself, your movements sluggish but fueled by sheer willpower, trying to keep up with the relentless pace of your crewmates. A bandit lunged, a crude blade glinting in the harsh sunlight. You reacted, but a fraction of a second too late, your footing unsteady. The world tilted, and the last thing you registered was a sharp pain in your side before darkness swallowed you whole.

You awoke to the familiar, sterile scent of Chopper’s infirmary. Your side throbbed with a dull ache, and your eyelids felt heavy. As your vision cleared, a sea of familiar faces swam into focus, their expressions a mixture of worry and… something akin to exasperation. All the Straw Hats were there, crammed into the small space.

Chopper, his tiny form perched on a stool beside your bed, was the first to speak, his voice uncharacteristically stern. “Y/n! You’re awake! Don’t you ever do that again! Collapsing mid-battle! It was reckless!”

Luffy, ever direct, leaned in close, his brow furrowed. “Oi, [Name]! You were all floppy! Like a wet noodle! You gotta eat more meat so you don’t break!”

Sanji, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his gaze softer than usual, chimed in next. “My dear Y/N! Such a beautiful soul shouldn’t be subjected to such… dramatic fainting spells! I’ve prepared a special recovery meal. It’s light but packed with energy. You’ll be back to your radiant self in no time!”

Franky, his large metallic arms crossed, looked down at you with a serious expression. “Yo, Y/N! That wasn’t ‘SUPER’ at all! You gotta maintain your chassis! Can’t go offline like that! We need all the systems to go on this crew!”

Brook, with a tilt of his skull, offered his unique perspective. “Yohohoho! Y/N-san, you gave us quite a scare! For a moment, I thought you’d decided to join me in the land of the… well, you know! But in all seriousness, you must cherish your life! It’s far too precious to waste away with exhaustion!”

Usopp wrung his hands dramatically. “I knew it! I knew overworking led to terrible things! I bet work ghosts were draining your life force! We need to put up anti-work wards! And maybe some lucky charms!”

Nami, her arms crossed, her expression a blend of relief and annoyance, stepped forward. “Honestly, Y/N! You scared us half to death! And you nearly messed up our chances of getting any treasure on this island! You need to take better care of yourself! It’s bad for the crew’s efficiency!”

Robin, her gaze gentle but firm, sat beside Chopper. “Y/N, your dedication is admirable, but as we’ve all observed, it has reached a dangerous point. We value your contributions, but your well-being is paramount. We need you healthy.”

Jinbe, his voice calm and steady, added his wisdom. “My friend, pushing yourself to such extremes is akin to sailing against a relentless storm without rest. It is unsustainable and ultimately harmful. We need you to be strong and capable for the journey ahead.”

Even Zoro, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, offered his gruff concern. “Hn. Weakness is a liability. Get some rest and don’t let it happen again.” It was his way of saying he cared, however blunt.

A wave of guilt washed over you as you took in their worried faces. You had pushed yourself too far, and they had all noticed. It was their own chaotic, caring intervention.

You managed a weak smile. “I… I understand. I’m sorry.”

Luffy grinned, his usual cheer returning. “Shishishi! Good! Now that you’re awake, Sanji’s gonna give you all the good food! And then we can have a party!”

Despite the somewhat chaotic nature of their concern, you felt a warmth spread through you. You were surrounded by your crew, your family, and they were worried about you. Maybe it was finally time to listen.

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My first post!! Hope you enjoyed.

#one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #straw hat pirates #straw hats #straw hats x reader #x reader #reader insert #overworked #angst with a happy ending #light angst #comfort

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russellsppttemplates · 10 months ago

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Parenting Practice (Lando Norris)

A look into the Norris family summer vacation

Note: english is not my first language. It's been some time, hasn't it? A lot has been going on, and my mental health has taken the biggest toll, so the blog hasn't received much attention as I'm trying to keep the train going! For those who are here and have stayed, thank you for being so patient and for staying - I hope this is good enough ✨️

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated 🤍 and I'm not taking requests right now, so if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to send them in but know that I don't know when I'll be able to get to them!

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Cw: reader is pregnant

Tag list: @myloverjk-blog @hiireadstuff @c-losur3 @sltwins

"Are you all packed, my love?", Lando asked you as he zipped his suitcase effortlessly.

"Yes - are you sure it's fine if I take my pillow?", you wondered, holding the pregnancy pillow close to you, folding it into the carrier bag.

"It's regular carry-on, and as much as I hate that I have to share my cuddles with it, I know you sleep better with it so you definitely need to take it", Lando winked.

Blushing at your husband's antics, you made sure it was packed before looking around in case you missed something you needed to pack, "seems like I'm all good too - when do we need to leave?".

"In thirty minutes - how about I make us a snack to eat, then you can go pee before we go and then we head to the airport?", Lando suggested.

"Why did you need to specify that I have to take a pee break?", you poked you tongue out at him, pinching his butt as he walked past you.

"You were the one that told me I should always inform you of when you couldn't pee for a long time! The jet will touchdown to pick us both up and go straight up again - I don't think we will have time to use the base's bathroom, and you say you don't like the jet's bathroom, so I was just warning you, woman!", he bit back playfully.

Recalling the last time where you tried to use the bathroom and had to call Pietra to hold you in case you couldn't get out on your own, afraid that the bump would make moving around the tiny space impossible, you swore you'd always plan your pee breaks carefully from now on, "I'm craving something salty", you beamed as Lando walked down the stairs.

"A salty snack for mama and baby girl coming right up!", he yelled back and you could just imagine his head shaking from side to side with a charming smile on his face.

Your mother in-law was the first to greet you as soon as you stepped inside the aircraft, Lando holding your hand to make you didn't fall and helping with your shoes, "Y/N! Oh, you look so gorgeous!", she cooed.

"It's the compression socks, isn't it?", you giggled, lifting up your long skirt to show her, "doctor said it would be better for the swelling - Goodness knows I need all the help I can with that", you mumbled the last bit.

"Don't be silly, you look beautiful!", Pietra complimented.

"She does, doesn't she?", Lando complimented, kissing your cheek before letting you go and feeling slightly jealous that everyone was now looking at you when you had been a sight for his eyes only for the past few days.

"Is all of that jealousy, brother?", Cisca asked her brother, touching her toes on his thigh after she sat down on her beach chair. The sun had finally showed up and there was a light breeze going on, making it the perfect beach day and it was only lunchtime as they sat on the beach bar after making the food orders.

"Jealousy? Of what?", Lando quirked his eyebrow over his sunglasses, drifting his attention from you and looking back to his youngest sister.

"The girls haven't left Y/N since the plane, only to sleep and Sav was just saying she swears she heard Athena call your wife before she fell asleep", she snickered, "You've lost favourite uncle status, we all have I think".

"Like we stood a chance to begin with", Lando scoffed, "she was made to be a mother, and before that she had all the practice with being an auntie. And the girls genuinely think they can play with baby girl like they play with their dolls once she's here with us".

"Mila is gentle most days, Athena is... still a bit hard on her movements I think - oh, just on cue!", she yelped.

"Oh, darling, that was a bit strong, wasn't it?", you scolded softly, taking her hand away from your ear after she pushed on your hoop.

"Come here, you trouble maker!", Adam called, grabbing the little girl away from your lap as you rearranged your jewellery.

"She surely has a strong grip!", you chuckled before winking at Lando, mouthing a silent "I love you, Lan" across the table.

Cisca groaned playfully, "is all of that jealousy, little sister?", Lando teased her before blowing you a kiss and mouthing it back.

You were enjoying the pool the villa had, soaking up the sun as you laid on Lando's chest, tracing random shapes on his chest while his hand travelled around your waist and bump, often tapping it when your little girl kicked or moved.

It was fairly quiet until the girls woke up from their naps, immediately coming down to join you and invite everyone to swim with them.

Deciding to engage in their delight, you got up and walked to the edge of the pool, carefully sitting on the warm stone and letting your legs dip in the water to cool your body while Lando dove in and played with the girls, "careful, Mila, you can't unzip your vest!", he called.

Pulling her closer to you, you managed to zip it back up and help her swim back to her uncle, "is the bump getting in the way?", Sav asked you, mimicking your early movements and sitting next to you.

"When I'm sitting down, yes", you chuckled, "I don't have the same range of movements and my mind still has to catch up with that".

"It's a sign that she's growing well though", your sister in-law added, propping herself up on her arms so she could ease the rest of ther body into the water, getting immediate attention from her children as they called her to them, "soon enough you'll have someone calling you every waking second!".

"She already does, though! Look at him making a bee line to her now that she's free!", Oliver joked as Lando swam to you.

"I won't even bother answering that", Lando pointed to his brother before reaching you, ignoring everyone else as he gently wrapped his arms around your calves and rested his chin on your knees, "hi, beautiful", he smiled.

"Hey, handsome", you smiled, brushing a fallen curl away from his forehead, "did you enjoy your splashes?", you asked giggling.

"It was fun, yes. Athena poked my eye a couple of times though", he argued, "can you imagine our little princess playing with them this time next year?", he wondered.

"Three little girls", you mused, nodding at the idea, "you better get ready to be a princess too!".

"I have what it takes to be a girl dad, some people might even say I'm very girl dad coded", he tsked you, earning laughs from you.

"You definitely are, yes", you rubbed your bump, "you haven't been her long and she's already kicking like crazy - definitely a daddy's girl".

"Hey, sweet girl", Lando spoke, lightly wetting the skin as his hands touched your bump, "are you having a good time in there? Mummy always says she's too hot so we hope you're doing good away from this heat. And this helps, no?", he wondered as the baby kicked against the droplets, "yeah, it's good and cooling", he cooed.

"I'm craving something salty", you said as you grabbed the menu, flicking the pages to see what tickled your fancy.

You had decided to go to the beach bar and have lunch there, not wanting to have to pack everything to go back home only to come back for the afternoon. Everyone was gathered around the table as the waiter took the orders.

"Feeling good? Well rested?", you asked Lando once you caught him looking at you.

"Yes", he admitted, "I thought it would be harder to switch off, but it's been very good", he squeezed your thigh, kissing the side of your head and pulling you to his chest, "how are my girls today? You look ethereal in this dress, darling".

The white dress was flowy at times and tight in all the right spots, showcasing your babybump perfectly, "we've been good, no more harsh kicking on my bladder which I appreciate, isn't that right, Tilly?", you rubbed just above your bellybutton, "but we're both quite hungry".

"The waiter said yours should be quick to make", he offered since the waiter mentioned that the Caesar salad was a popular plate and they always had it running.

Once everyone was served, you began eating, delighted and exclaiming how good e everything was.

"Have a bite of this, baby, trust me!", Lando offered as he gathered a bit of everything on his fork to feed you.

"It's sweet, I'm not sure I'll like it", you scrunched up your face.

"Try a little bit", he encouraged as he made a shell shape with his hand to catch anything that fell or dropped.

The food was definitely the opposite of what you had, but it was delicious. That you couldn't deny.

"It's good, isn't it? I told you!", Lando smiled, "do you want some more?", he offered while already getting everything on the fork again.

"Baby girl seems happy too", you giggled, feeling her move.

"She has good taste in food, what can I say?!", Lando giggled back.

The vacation was well underway by the time you decided which days you wanted to spend on the boat, Oliver and Savannah staying inside with the girls along with Adam and Cisca who decided they would make lunch for everyone.

"Do you know what I have just realised?", you spoke to Flo as you both watched Lando and Cisca's boyfriend jump into the water, "your brother has a massive head - like, it's really big, specially when you compare to Max's", you pointed to your husband's best friend who had joined you for the last few days.

That morning, you cried about the fact that your bikini dug on your hips only for Lando to tell you that you hadn't tired the sides properly and that you had more than enough room to accommodate your growing body, so right now this was a way better way to deal with the rush of hormones you were having.

"I think we all do, to be fair - Cisca has the smalled one I guess", Flo squinted as she looked at her sister who walked closer to you.

"Why are you looking at me like that?", Cisca wondered.

"I've just realised how big your brother's head is and how I'm probably going to be split apart when this little girl - little body but surely a big head - joins us", you rubbed your bump as tears formed in your eyes.

"Oh, Y/N, my friends have had babies with big heads and they're fine", Pietra offered, "they were just fine", she said before waving at Max so him and Lando could come to the rescue.

"I don't know why I'm crying, which makes this even worse - Goodness", you wiped your eyes and chuckled, "I can feel her head, it's about here from what I remember from the scans - and it's big, like, really big! How is that going to work?", you blurted.

"What's the matter? Is everything alright? Y/N, are you good? Is it Tilly?", Lando asked worriedly as he saw you break into a fit of giggles and seeing the girls fight their laughter a bit before joining.

"The matter is that you have a big head and Tilly's will also be big", you explained, "I'm not the tiniest person ever, so there's definitely room but can you imagine? I have to ask your mother how big your head was when you were born because I feel like I need to do prep work for it", you mused, "it's all natural until you decide to have a kid with the guy who has a big head".

"Oh, Y/N has gone dark", Max muttered, earning himself a swat on his forehead from Pietra, "what? Did I lie?", he hissed, containing his laughter.

"I'm not sure what you'd like me to do here, my love", Lando admitted, sitting next to you and attempting to squeeze your thigh lovingly, knowing the affectionate gesture could go both ways.

"Our baby is making me feel like I have the emotional and cognitive skills of a toddler", you mumbled as you cuddled your husband, supporting your bump with a pillow Flo got for you as you both layed down.

"It's okay, Y/N, I don't mind having to reason with you - we'll consider this practice for when we have our little one, okay beautiful?", Lando kissed your forehead.

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shirecorn · 3 months ago

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I don’t have the money right now to buy them, but I want you to know that one of your cat magnets, Kiwi, looks SO much like my sweet childhood Tabico that passed last year. Her name was Keke, which is pronounced very similarly to Kiwi (alternative spelling of the name is also Kiki, just one letter off!). She would have turned 20 this April.

I hope the ramble is okay. It just brought me a lot of joy to see one so close to her!

If you ever want ideas for new colors/patterns for designs, I’d recommend looking into ‘Salmiak’ aka ‘The Finnish Mutation’! It’s only been found in one population of very inbred cats in Finland, but it makes an interesting gingham-esque crosshatched pattern.‘Salmiak’ actually comes from Finland’s signature salty licorice candy, Salmiakki! It’s a very acquired taste and when I’ve had it, it tastes a lot like how cat pee smells. I still wouldn’t say that it’s wholly bad.

I would make a salmiak if someone promised to order one! I do love those weirdos, and all weirdos.

I'm glad kiwi brings you joy. I worked in a cat shelter for 2 years, and my favorite duties (which I usually donated) was taking profile photos and writing descriptions of them. So most of the beans are based on shelter cats I knew, named, and adopted to their forever homes.

Because I have experience with several hundred cats, I know what colors are common and how to make something generic enough to fit a bunch of cats within that color scheme. Kiwi is a dilute tortie with white, aka a dilute calico, but i leaned more toward tortie with the color mixing.

As for cost, they aren't all that expensive. A sticker is only a dollar! And shipping is 1-3 dollars even for international.

While I like making money, I'm poor myself, so I always add low-cost options so everyone can benefit.

By the way, did you know you can turn any sticker into a magnet? You can get a bendable magnet at a craft store, or repurpose one from the thrift store. They're really easy to cut with scissors and then you have it!

You can do this with any sticker from anywhere!

And flexible magnets are easy to come across. You can go to a craft store or even a hardware store. Some are printable, some are glueable, some come with their own adhesive for double the stick.

And some aren't meant to be used for crafts, but for vents!

I cut mine out with my cutting machine, but if you're just doing a few you can cut them with scissors.

Be a bit wary when buying magnets online or in packages where you can't feel them. Magnet thickness is measured in mils (thousandths of an inch) and anything below 20 mil sucks. The paper thin stuff can't even hold up its own weight, much less a shopping list. Most craft magnets don't have the mils listed, but they're usually 12 mil and suck.

A ramble gets a ramble in return! Now you know how to make your own magnets and can order stickers from me or anyone else in the world and get fridgable items. Magnet hack!

#shire screams #art tips #kinda #tutorials

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solaiced · 8 months ago

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CASE 28: CHOSO KAMO AND YOU SHARE A POWER!

!content!: blood, period sex..?, eating out, choso is uneducated and not beta’d, literally drinking blood.

wc: 1,002

solace: the formatting is sooo weird…

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Choso, for his 150 years on Earth, does not know what a period is. Doesn't know why it happens, or how it affects someone. Sure, it hurts, he knows that. You've told him countless times. Cramps, you said.

But he somehow didn't understand that most people avoid having sex on these days, because, as you had explained, there's blood. Choso still doesn't get it. He means good. He doesn’t mind blood. But you did, apparently.

He thinks that you have connections to him and have a blood related cursed technique.

So you sat him down, one dreadful night, where you had your awful period, and walked him through every nook and cranny about having periods and the basics of the biological need for them.

"So... It's natural..." Choso inquires, and you nod, “but it hurts you? Because you’re not pregnant..." He seems salty about it, annoyed that women, when reaching a certain age, are pained because nature intended for them to get pregnant.

“Basically, yeah.” You’re happy he got it a tiny bit right.

"When did you get it?" He asks, and it takes a while to understand what he means.

“Uh, I think... At thirteen." You answer truthfully. Choso frowns.

“But that’s young…” Aw, he's so cute, worrying about this. Most men don't even think about it. You were so lucky to have him.

"Yean, but it's nature. Only way I can prevent them without getting pregnant is birth control and removing my uterus."

“So why don't you?" He pouts, cutie.

"Because I don't know if I want kids, and birth control has side effects I don't need right now." Chose looks at his phone and unlocks it, typing something. He's gotten used to phones, after Yuji taught him.

"Apparently, hot pockets are a good way to alleviate pain, did you know?" Of course you knew, but it's wholesome to know he's trying to help.

"Yeah, babe, I know."

"And making love, too!" The half curse exclaims, which could only mean one thing. He wants to help.

So, now you're in the shower with Choso, because you didn't want to wash the sheets, naked and bleeding on his cock.

"Does it hurt?" He asks for the nth time and you groan.

“No, babe, for the millionth time, move.” Taking that as the green light, he adjusts you, making sure you'd be steady in his arms and pulls out, dragging his long cock inside of your extra warm and wet cunt, your blood stains his pale skin and you moan.

Could this truly alleviate period pain? So far, you hadn’t had any cramps to report, so all's well. But that could change at any moment.

Then, Choso slowly enters you once more, dark eyes fixed on where you were connected bloodily. He exhales shakily, shutting his eyes, as if he was trying to hold back. And it's only now that you realize that you

were definitely more sensitive than before. Way more sensitive.

“Hey,” comes Choso’s strained voice, still painfully hard inside of you. "I don't want to hurt you, and…" He pauses, catching his breath like he just ran a marathon, even that was easy for him. “I know I’ll lose control. Can I eat you out?" Gosh, he was so polite, even

during sex. You nod, however. You didn't want a repeat of last time he hurt you. He cried so much it could’ve flooded japan.

"Are you sure, though? We can always stop, most guys don’t like touching their girls when they're on their periods.”

"I'm not like other guys, then." He carefully sets your feet down on the floor, opens the tap and lets the shower head wash in between your thighs, alongside his dick knowing the blood would crust. How sweet.

Choso gets on his knees, like he was praying for you, and swipes his tongue on your hot slit,

The first taste is addictive, forcing him to shove his tongue mside of your pussy while you gasped, throwing a leg over his shoulder. He places a securing hand on the outside of your thigh and kneads the fat as he slurped on your red cunt.

Your blood made its way to his lower face, and Choso doesn't hesitate to bury his head deeper between your legs. Your stomach churned at the idea of him consuming your blood like this.

But somehow, it was hot, and it made your pussy wetter, muscles taunter.

"Choso-ah! S'good... Don't stop..." You whine, pushing his head down and he looks up, showing his bloody canines off.

“Not gunnah." The half curse suckles on your clit, eliciting a loud moan, thankfully silenced by the sound of running water.

"Are you hurting?" Choso wiggles his tongue through your folds, you were so close... He can't stop.

"No! Faster, please!" You begs, whimpering as he bit on your cit lightly. And faster he did go.

He forced his tongue into your bloody cunt repeatedly, not even giving you time to realize you were cumming, seeing stars behind your eyelids and almost slipping from how weak your knees became.

“Fuck…” You sigh, throwing your head back against the shower wall. “Ch-Choso, you freak.” You giggle as you look down, pulling on his hair to make him look at you.

“Don’t.” The curse in question warns, his eyes seem to glow, but that’s impossible. He looked… monstrous. Feral, even.

“Don’t what..?” It’s surprising, how Choso can go from genteel and soft to mean and vicious. You could even consider it scary.

“Let me… let me eat some more…” He stares at your pussy, and you could even spot a small tear trying to slip out of his eye. “I just want to help with the pain.”

Right, the cramps. You haven’t felt any, maybe it did help, but that didn’t mean he should continue.

“It’s fine, babe. I’ll just be out of commission for a few days.” You reassure, patting his head.

“No.” Choso frowns, tongue dipping back in. “I want more.”

What have you done?

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yourstrqly · 1 year ago

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warnings: fem!reader, mention of sex / f1 masterlist

ㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ 𝅄 ⠀⠀·⠀ 𓈒ㅤ the only one i tolerate ﹗

getting woken up quite early on a non-work day makes you want to rip who ever wakes you to shreads, but not when it's your sweet alex, who's excited for the breakfast he has made you

────── or in which I showcase the sunshine x grumpy!reader thrope again

In the middle of the bed, you peacefully sleep on your left side, white bed sheets spread all over your body, as soft snores fill the otherwise quiet room you shared with Alex. The sun has already risen about over an hour or so ago, waking him up; he had come to the great idea of making you breakfast that considered out of a spongy biscuit cake, which he had bought along his short run to the nearest park, and topped the plain bottom with whipped cream and strawberries, and self baked chocolate muffins with a drizzle of salty caramel.

Currently he places everything on a big wooden plate while he waits for the coffee to finish, your favourite mug in his hand to spill the caffeinated drink into it as soon as the bumbles shimmer and the machine dings.

Truthfully the thai is very excited for the small surprise of a breakfast in bed for you as he thinks, he hasn't had the time to fulfil the role of a caring boyfriend in the past few days — williams has him on the sim a lot, there's a shit ton of media work and on top of it all you work too, coming home when he's still out, resulting in you doing everything like mopping the floors, doing the dishes and other daily tasks. This shouldn't be it, he's home in England and Alex wants to show you his capabilities of being a doting boyfriend.

Grabbing the kettle, he fills the mug, puts it on the plate and takes the whole thing to the bedroom, where he places it down gently on your dresser before leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

You stir slightly, groaning softly against the pillow but the affection isn't enough to actually wake you up. So Alex lays on top of you, not quite laying as per se, he pushes himself up on his elbows, hovering over you to get better access to you; delicately he bumps his nose against yours before trailing his lips from the corner of your mouth to the soft spot behind your ear.

"What are you doing?", you grumble, voice low and thick because of the sleepy state you're in. It brings a genuine smile on your boyfriend lips, you feel it on your skin.

The hot breath of his fawns to your right ear. "Rise and shine, bunny", he coes happily.

Slowly you bring yourself to open your eyes as he buries his face into your smooth neck and his scent fills your nostrils; he smells of cinnamon and cayenne, rounded by an earthy hint of mos and bergamot, a scent that reminds you of home.

Alex is your home.

And then he unexpectedly bits down, not hard enough to make you tear but it sends a tingle though your body and amuses you. Normally you're the one bitting his neck.

"If you don't wake up right now, I'll lick you", he states, and your mind immediately wanders to last night where he did the licking, just far more south down your body. Surly, your boyfriend notices the flutter of your lashes and the heat that spreads all over your face. "Not like that, but we can definitely make that happen, bunny. After breakfast."

"Stop being such a menace, Al", is all you whine.

"But I'm having fun", there's a pout upon his face.

This pulls a tiny smile on your lips, and without missing a beat Alex bits on your pulse point, gaining a moan, one that he can't point if it's because of you lusty mood or the brooding of upset. In the end he does care how you took it, and he's greeted with your eyes closed and mouth open as heavy breaths glide though your throat — clearly, you are turned on from his teasing and he won't mind interluding you to have sex. But as he has said minutes ago, you have breakfast to eat first. The coffee is probably lukewarm now at best.

Alas, this gives him the kick to move, pulling your legs with him to make you sit upright. "Outrageous, can't let me sleep peacefully", you moan again, this time reasoning with slight irritation. Nevertheless you crash your lips on Alex', probing the tip of your tongue against his lips to ask for the allowance of a french kiss. He does, hands raising from his lap to run around your throat, and you cherish the pressure he puts on.

Sadly, the kiss doesn't last long as Alex breaks apart from you, and grabs around you, reaching for the plate, you only see now after opening your lids and actually inspect the room. "Oh Alex, you're definitely getting a blowie. This looks so good. Did you make them?", you question in genuine happiness, muffin in one hand while the other picks up your mug. The combined smells of bitterness and sweetness urges you to dig in, no patience for the response.

Alex, who heard your promise, chokes on spit but quickly recovers. "The muffins, yes, bunny, I did. Only the best for my girl", the thai shares, before adding with a cheeky smirk, "Don't get soft on me, can't handle you being not grumpy."

"Shut up, Alexander."

"That's more like it."

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #f1 #alex albon x reader #alex albon imagine #alex albon fluff #alex albon

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storydays · 2 years ago

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Brozone Random Headcannons

So I've seen the Trolls Band Together 3 times and counting and it was so good! So to get back in the groove, and after having some kind words come my way from multiple people, I really appreciate you guys! I'm gonna try a new writing style. Now remember, these are simply my opinions :)

SPOILERS AHEAD!

John Dory:

*Okay, so it is canon that Branch is 24 in the Trolls 3, which makes John Dory about 44.

*Nickname(s): JD, John

Fav color: Aquamarine and Green

Pronouns: He/Him (He supports, but is comfortable as himself)

He also gives me aromantic vibes, because like throughout the movie, he was really nonchalant when the romance bits came up, however subtle they are, he didn't give a damn lol.

JD is giving big Aries vibe with how confident he can be, pretty cheerful, and gets frustrated by tiny details, and unnecessary interruptions.

Bruce:

Bruce is the second oldest at 40

BIG Scorpio vibes!! He's strong (Y'all, have y'all seen how easily he lifted Branch when they first met) and hella independent. He was the first to question John Dory before their show, he was even hesitant to leave Vaycay Island before he sang with his brothers.

Nickname(s): Brucie, I feel like Brandy calls him that to mess with him or when she wants something. His brothers' (mostly John Dory and Clay), call him that to make fun of him as well.

Fav Color: White

DO NOT TOUCH THIS MAN'S HAIR!!!!! He will sic his kids on you and show no mercy.

Pronouns: He/Him (He's a huge ally, but he's also proud of himself.)

He loves experimenting and competing in the kitchen with Brandi, forces his brothers to try their food, and chooses whose food is going on the specials board.

Clay:

Clay is giving major middle-sibling vibes: at 35 years old.

Pronouns: He/They

Clay is non-binary and wears androgynous clothing but prefers their sweater romper and wristbands.

Nickname(s): Claybo (Viva calls him this to playfully annoy him), Clayton (Bruce and JD called him that as a kid, usually copying their mothers and grandma when they would scold him; but now call him that when he's overworked himself and they have to physically drag him to bed to rest.

Fav color: Green it was pretty obvious in the movie bc originally it was yellow when we first met him as a teen, but then we meet him later and it's green, and their whole outfit is green.

Def a Gemini! They're such a playful Troll, despite how serious he may act. But as he stated before, put some respect on his name bc they're a licensed CPA, fool!

Clay's favorite snack combo is:

Fries and a vanilla milkshake! He loves dipping the salty fries in the sweet vanilla.

They talk in their sleep, mostly about tax evasion and hot chocolate?

Hates doing their hair, Viva has to wait until he's sleeping for her to brush his tangles out.

Floyd:

Floyd is the second youngest at 32

He's such a Pisces! He's so empathetic, compassionate, and oh, so sensitive.

Pronouns: He/Him

He and Clay definitely go all out for Pride (Bc Trolls are literally all spectrums of the rainbow! We learned that in Trolls 2! It'd be impossible NOT to have a big party for Pride), and drag their brothers and are literally so hype at the whole event and crashes MEGA hard the next morning and sleeps for a good 12 hours.

Floyd remained friends with Veneer because, c'mon they were vibing. He could see Veneer wanted someone to see him, so he convinced the Mount Rageous police to let the twins out for Pride.

Had a long talk with Velvet and helped her to see the error of her ways, and she began to be nicer to Veneer and listen to him.

Fav color is Black. He knows he slays the Rock Troll look.

I'm gonna settle this once and for all: Floyd is gay. The one earring in his right ear is a shout-out to his voice actor who is an openly gay singer.

Nickname(s): Flo (I feel like Branch couldn't pronounce Floyd's name yet when he was just learning to talk, so he called him Flo and it stuck.) Floydie (when his brothers tease him about his crush that he refuses to name.)

The hair in his face is like a comfort thing for him. He knows his hair is soft, and when he's bored, he plays with it, and twirls it around his fingers.

Floyd definitely has a collection of journals, from his songwriting to venting his feelings, and even (poorly drawn) doodles of his family.

Branch:

He is the youngest at 24 as stated earlier.

Pronouns: He/Him

Fav color: Midnight blue like his hair

This dude is hella smart; like has a super high IQ, but is super chill about it.

He and Poppy are that meme: Tired X Energetic on a level 10!

Nickname: Branchifer (Poppy calls him that when she's calling him out on his attitude or when she's about to start teasing him.)

Def an Aquarius: highly intellectual, creative, and likes to join in on social interactions when it's on his time. Poppy learned the hard way why she shouldn't force him to join in.

Similar to Floyd, he was a bunch of notebooks filled with songs he'd written.

Branch is shy when it comes to family PDA, like if his brothers were to group hug him, or if they tried to mother him, and gets especially prickly when they baby-talk him in front of others.

This dude is the prince of sarcasm, clearly picking that trait up from all his brothers. Like bro, why are you so sarcastic?!

Is undeniably the most sarcastic of the brothers. (His nieces and nephews start to pick up on that, much to Bruce's horror. Brandi thinks it's hilarious.)

Doesn't really like kids, but absolutely adores his nephew Bruce Jr ( I mean he loves them all, but has a soft spot for that boy.) Bruce Jr is autistic and nonverbal and struggles to communicate. I believe he uses TSL (Troll Sign Language), and when Branch learns this, he starts signing fluently with his nephew, surprising everyone, especially Bruce Jr, because not many people can sign so fluently, but then Branch explains, that he learned when he was younger because you could go deaf at any moment and it's such a useful skill.

Bruce Jr shows Branch his blueprints that he's made and honestly, if they wanted to, they could take over the world.

That's all for now! Let me know what you guys think!

A big shout out to @vacayisland appreciate you! This one’s for you 🥰

#brozone x reader #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together #headcannons #branch #john dory trolls #clay trolls #bruce trolls #floyd trolls

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st4rryyynight · 5 months ago

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Hello, stranger on the internet

I really enjoyed reading the headcanons you wrote about the turtles finding a borrower and I was wondering if you could write one for Leo (/nf)

★gasps. erh. hypervanlites werh. fumking di. fucking supernovaes - supernovaes /pos !!

werhhh wha. what now- oh headcanon. g/t headcanon time, yippie★

— rise!leonardo hamato finding a borrower / tiny !!

!! — contents: giant/tiny, borrower/t!character, g!leonardo, non-con touching (brief, non-sexual), headcanons, repetitive words / phrases, occ stuff ( maybeee.. =\\ )

✧ — pre-meeting

★ — First off, this dude. this dude would suspect that something's off in the lair after noticing that his brothers stuff have recently been going missing and such. Maybe at first, he wouldn't think much of it. Maybe he just believed that his brothers were just misplacing their stuff and just teased them 'bout it for a while. That would later on lead to his brothers accusing the red eared slider of stealing their stuff as a way to fuck with them- which Leonardo denies, being a bit dramatic about it as well..

★ — That is though, until his stuff- or parts of them at least, begun mysteriously disappearing and getting misplaced. Y'know, parts of his comics being ripped off- action figures being either knocked over or shuffled a little to the side. Stuff like that.

★ — At first, he'll accuse his brothers of taking and damaging his items as a form of 'revenge', but just like him- they all were pretty fumkin confused as to what he was talking about. While he was skeptical about idea of anyone else snatching his equipment, other than his brothers that is, he couldn't help but shimmer that 'oh, something is wrong'.

★ — And from there, he'll start getting more observant with his surroundings. Listening in for any odd sounds or looking around sharply to find out what or- in the worst case scenario- who is messing around in the lair. And during that period of time, he'll pick up on shuffling noises, notice odd messes and prints on counter tops- heck even see the running silhouette of a little.. something, from the corner of his eye.

★ — The logical part of him says that it's just a rat that found it self in the lair, but rats don't tear paper - or leave behind.. tiny- human like hand prints ?? Yea, that pretty much sums it up. Something is in the lair.

★— Also insert a scene where Leo shares his suspicions and conspiracies about something living with them in the lair with his fam, and they all think he's either lost it, messing with them, or that he is not getting enough sleep just to make the next part make sense or something somethin - explodes.

✧ — meeting

★ — Upon finding the borrower, erm. A mixed bag of emotions honestly. While he may triumph and feel all smug about being proven right about another presence being in the lair, he is also baffled about their existence. Like, a tiny human, yokai- whatever in the lair ?? wowza. That's erhh.. a bit weird to think about, yet also a little cool ?? Yet the, fact that this little creature has stolen from his family- from him, gets him to come off as a little petty towards the borrower.

★ — So yea, I'm stuck in between of whether Leo would be salty towards them, holding a grudge about them stealing. while being stealthy with his approach as to catch them off guard, or get all smug and be obnoxious about being on the right.

★ — I like to think that he would greet the borrower with a little remark, a teasing one as he looks down at them with a small, shit-eating grin. However, I don't doubt that he would be curious about them- and honestly a little impressed by them. They've been living in the lair with five ninja-mutants for- how long ?? And they just now got noticed ?? Respecttt.. kinda.

★ — Would definitely portal them right in front of him if they try to run away, not being very mindful to the borrower's rather vulnerable form. No, he'll just make a portal appear- let them fall through and watch as they plop back onto the counter top. He would also prop them up by their arm or something, and again, he may not be as gentle as he should with them, either because he doesn't realise it or because he just wants to mess with- or to just get back at them for stealing from him.

★ — That would also be followed by a small series of questions- like an interrogation, an almost condescending one at that. He would blame them for his fam's missing equipment, and address the fact that due to their thieving antics, he was accused for theft by his own brothers !! Yea, he would be all dramatic and salty about it, which could either be comical, or intimidating to the little borrower.

★ — Though, in spite of his salty, almost obnoxious behaviour towards them- he would get a bit more curious about them after learning that them 'thieving', is actually the only way for them to survive.

★ — He may feel further impressed by their commitment and struggle they have to go through to get access to basic everyday material- even if it's limited. And while part of him just wants to present his victory in the whole 'someone-is-in-the-lair: dilemma, to rub it in his bros faces, the borrower's rather afraid look on their face is convincing him otherwise. Plus, he would then have to live with the responsibility of potentially scarring this little guy sooo..

★ — Still, Leonardo isn't one to let go of grudges easily- and though the little thing has earned some of his respect (as well as amazement), he still takes the liberty to toy and mess with them- making up little nicknames for them such as 'little kleptomaniac', giving them little prods here and there, making a few height-difference puns when they are around. erh yea. stuff like that.

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massyworld · 14 days ago

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kghr chp 30 spoilers

looking at my fitbit chart showing my heart rate having spiked during reading the latter half of the chapter THAT CHECKS OUT

and then it dropped low low like ... yeah. that's me settling into catatonic calm.

This was such a beautiful chapter honestly. I feel like sensei out does herself every chapter. I also was a huge fan of how much dialogue kagi had this chapter, I love hearing his thoughts and explanations (and so does someone else..). I would've blushed my heart out too tbh like CHRIST!!!! BOY POPPED OFF. HE WAS LIKE HEY WORLD. THIS IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. HE IS SO HARD WORKING AND AMBITIOUS AND COOL. I'D LIKE FOR YOU TO KNOW TOO. lays down and breathes condensation onto the floor

I will say I am SALTY that the TL group decided to put a future BEAUTIFUL panel as the poster for their tl group, right before the chapter. like ok. thanks for showing me this randomly, out of context. that didn't take away the joy out of it or anything, but lemme stop

the coloured page of kagi's love declaration 😭 😭 I'm happy she chose that page..... AND THE NEXT ONE HOLY HELL. THAT DIRECT TRANSITION FROM HIS BACK FACING US IN THE LAST ONE. CHEFS KISS. I cannot articulate how cinematic this is to me. from the 2nd last page of chp 29 when he was walking alone with kagiura's words echoing in his mind, to here. that declaration. I LOVE HIM. ripping my hair out by the thousands. i was spoiled of this line a couple days ago, but it said kagi-kun so if it's true that the raw says I love Kagi-kun. then. I definitely accept that line over this, it just...hits. so hard. *ascends* GOD AND THE SKY THAT HE LOVES. RIGHT ABOVE HIM IN ALL ITS BEAUTY AS HE SPEAKS OF HIS LOVE FOR KAGI I AM NOT ALRIGHT

hirano taiga. SIR. you DO love kagi. gtho with that "I think" I will throw your butt onto a one way flight into the biggest can of whoopass

folding laundry while running I'm crying what kind of unserious school games... mr. mom losing a laundry folding race is lowkey funny

why is hanzawa so cute. why is he so pretty.... giggling free of any cares or burdens in the world....made cuter by that headband... and hirano doesn't even react..... what a waste.... /hj Omg hanzawa filming a choreography video, I need to see that. bad

"overlapped" pointing wildly he said it he said the word!! and this is how kghrzw can still bec- *shot*

hirano not reacting to hanzawa saying the SWEETEST FREAKING THING EVER TO HIM and yet the smallest reminder of kagi over the speaker and bro almost CHOKES ok going back to hanzawa though. I feel like something is culminating. with him and his friendships. I know it never comes up in ssmy so I'm probably way off but I wonder if he feels the tiniest bit abandoned when his friends partner off, the tiniest bit alone. perhaps more than tiny. Because he's radiating so much platonic love, between this and saying he loves ogasawara, and other moments I'm forgetting atm, he just cares about his friends so much.... it's gotta hurt when they get absorbed into their own romantic attachments. but he loves them sm so he still supports them and loves seeing them happy. but ouuhghhh

omg is that muroi fangirling taking kagi's pic 😂 😂 on pg 10 of mangadex. That soft look on Hirano's face looking at kagi from afar thoughhhhhhhhgaaahhhhhhhhhhhh

when hirano's face gets serious and his brows go __ __ though. Phewww.

"it's the best feeling in the world finding out someone returns your feelings." he wanted to make kagi happy with his confession.... and see that overjoyed look on his face when he returns his feelings.....

"some of the prompts were leaked to me just now!" lowkey can't help but wonder if that was a nudge about the panels getting leaked and posted online /hj

new adorable beyond words chibi Hirano spotted ✅ vacuums up into pocket

HELLO MOST BEAUTIFUL SET OF PAGES EVERY!!!!! HELLO MY BEAUTIFUL KAGI CALLING FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE!!! HELLO MY BOY WHO LETS HIS LOVE POUR OUT WITH NO BOUNDSSSSSS and that RUSH FORWARDS without even thinking because YES that IS his beloved Kagi-kun calling out for him and why wouldn't he go to him?

"that's the opposing team YOU TRAITORRRR" is higher funny considering Hirano batting for the other team 🌈

IF YOU ALL WILL AGREE. I HEREBY DECLARE THIS THE CHAPTER WHERE THE TEN SECONDS WAS DESTROYED. GOD FREAKING BLESS. 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡

that hand hold page. was everything to be. it looked so gentle of a hold. they said it wasn't a ten seconds touch, so it wasn't a "lovers" touch, but that was the most lovers like touch I've seen from them thus far from their hands alone. AND IT WAS FINALLY BOTH OF THEM GOING FOR THE HAND HOLD AT THE SAME TIME. LIKE EQUALS. (remembers back to my brief moment of insanity when I was cataloguing all of their hand touches based on right vs left hands and other things .) anyway that is a "we will be together forever" scavenger hunt hand hold ok and ohhhh I'm sick again. hirano is looking at kagiura like he is his whole world because he is. and kagi is the sun personified. and the sparkles are never-ending. oh this anime is going to be beautiful guys.

RUNNING HAND IN HAND

STEP BY STEP TOGETHER JUST LIKE THEIR DUET SONG ARGHHHHHHHHH

BEING WITH KAGI-KUN IS SO MUCH FUN EXPLOSIONEXPLOSIONEXPLOSIONEXPLOSIONEXPLOSION

heart just stopped. their fingers are intertwined. THEIR FINGERS ARE- MAYDAY MAYDAY WHY HAVE I JUST NOTICED AAAAAAAAAAAAAA I'D DREAMED OF THIS SORT OF THING

kagihira standing boldly holding hands in from of hanzawa with kagi sporting that smiley face of his and HIRANO SHINING LIKE A DIAMOND LOL this is one of my favorite couple panels from this chp. also that height difference is insane.

laughing, sasaki arriving (with sweat drops in tow..) just in time to be reminded of Hirano breaking rules for someone not him (haha window scene... ha ha......) I'm ngl I don't even know how much I processed him being there the first time I read this I was so shook by all of the kghr panels. HOOKY DEMON IS SO FUNNY. KAGI PASSING OVER THE MIC TOO. hahahaha he's so silly truly 😭

sorry you know when I said I've dreamed of moments like this well. what I meant was KAGIURA LIFTING HIS AND HIRANO'S INTWINED HANDS UP TO THE SKY AS HE BLASTS HIS VOICE ACROSS THE LAND OF LISTENERS AND ANNOUNCES HIRANO AS MR. COOL FOR ALL OF TIME AND SPACE and Hirano, who loves to look and feel cool, was just announced as the coolest person among everyone and by his beloved and if that isn't love then I will eat my entire leg right now don't test me I stg

Hey am I delusional or is Hirano on the verge of tears there. right before sensei hid his expression behind loudspeaker bubbles. The middle of his lower eyelids are whiter, reminiscent of a tear forming. bro I will cry too wth

those prompts that covered hirano's eyes. FOUL LOL anyway rip Hirano bro just went full tomato in front of half his grade

IM ONLY HALFWAY THRU? BRUH.

just figured out why Hirano has the highest grip strength in that arm wrestling competition. all that gay clenching

the Venn diagram doodle I love him

the whiplash between hirano's serious and melancholic introspection and muroi's insane texts. no but my heart breaks for hirano here. he wants so bad to be sure that it's the same feelings that kagi feels IT IS HIRANO IT IS!!! DON'T SECOND GUESS YOURSELF

WHAT OLD LEG INJURY??? HELLO??? WHY WAS THAT NOT ADDRESSED AGAIN.

ALMOST PASSING OUT?! WHAT?!?!?!!

crying, just how time passed before Hirano was able to decipher the texts

"Nah you guys settled things on your own right? As long as it's not a one-sided fight, I won't say a word. You're a guy so there'll have to be times when your fights end up physical." hirano lowkey breaking the rules yet again.... and that last part is making me reconsider him getting in a fight in middle school. even though I'm not really big on that theory

"You're not gonna, huh?" what was that about 👁️ or was it just a casual aside

second time kagiura gets his collar pulled by someone mad at him (well, Hirano wasn't MAD mad.) this could mean nothing...

DIVA-KUN INSTIGATOR Y'ALL CALLED IT

kagi sporting a very Hirano-esque grin "that might all be thanks to you, hirano-san" how poetic. also this whole scene was beautiful. hirano helped him believe in himself and his hard work 😭 😭 😭 🤧

oops there goes my lifelong bet that Hirano would initiate the kiss. BUT HONESTLY THAT WAS SO PAR FOR THE COURSE! IT MAKES SENSE WHY IT HAPPENED THE WAY IT DID kagi saw hirano's reactions and knew what his answer was going to be, so he shot his shot!!! I'm ngl this feels so surreal that I'm even sitting here texting about it. like Yes hello esteemed fellow fans. We have gathered here today to reflect on the impulsive passion and beautiful longing of youth.

I CAN'T TAKE THIS GAHHHHHHHHH KAGIHIRA KISSED THEY KISSED THEY FREAKING KISSED AND NOT THE WAY I OR ANYONE EXPECTED BUT IT HAPPENED THE WAY IT WAS GOING TO, IT WAS ALWAYS GOING TO HAPPEN THIS WAY hirano's reactions kept increasing and increasing and especially with him wanting to give kagiura his response already, I wonder if kagiura - besides overflowing with love for Hirano that he was sure was reciprocated in that moment - wanted to show him what it was like. to kiss the one you love. theory is easy enough to ponder over and rotate around in your head, but it can never match up to real experience, and kagiura, fairly confident that this was the right move, in this exact time, in this exact moment and place, with Hirano's feelings written all over his face, took a confident leap and sunk his ball into the basket.

bearing in mind that early in the manga, kagi knew beforehand that his ball wouldn't make it in. He KNOWS when he has or doesn't have a winning throw, and by his assessment this WAS a winning throw and he went for it because that's the kagiura that hirano loves.

ok sidebar I AM SCARED what if kagi looks ashamed after the kiss WHAT IF HE DOESN'T LOOK HAPPY AND THAT THEN NEGATIVELY COLORS HIRANO'S EXPERIENCE OF IT. PLEASE NO KAGI YOU MUST SHOW YOUR JOY I COMMAND IT

#hirano to kagiura #my posts #man #hirano to kagiura spoilers

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jaune-submissive-and-breedable · 9 months ago

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volume 9, yandere neo x jaune

instead of ruby going off on her own after having a mental breakdown and ranting at everyone before ending up being lured away and tortured by neo, it's jaune... only neo's methods are a lot more unexpected.

neo gets to cuck ruby AND enjoy having a new pet- i mean, lover (the curious cat: "what the fuck did i just walk into?"

After the destruction of the paper pleaser village, Ruby's meltdown and subsequently is own, Jaune stormed away from his friends, needing some time alone from everyone, even Juniper. As he trudged through the afterian forests, he came across a strange mansion, one that he had never seen before. Despite his instincts screaming for him to just leave, Jaune stepped through the door, the remnants of his weapon drawn, ready for combat.

As he crept through the halls of the mansion, he noticed various paintings adorned on the walls. Each displaying a different scenario, but featuring a familiar face.

"Neopolitan...." He whispered, unaware of the multi-colored eyes staring at him with great interest.

Nor did he see the figure creeping from behind

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Jaune stifled a moan as he felt Neo's small, delicate hands rub up and down his cock, the girl occasionally leaning forward and licking his tip seductively. He silently scolded himself for being tricked and captured by the mute. Now, he was tied to one of her many chairs, nothing more than toy for her pleasure.

"Nngh, You think this is enough to break me" He snarled with a strained smile.

He tried to sound tough and unaffected by her teasing, but his body betrayed his words. Years of isolation in the Ever after has made him repressed and easily aroused. His cock twitching and leaking steady streams of pre-cum, while his balls churned with thick, creamy cum.

Neo smirked cockily hearing his statement, an obvious lie, so she decided to test the man before her. Licking her lips, she gently pressed her lips against the tip of his cock, resisting the urge to devour him right away. Her thin dainty lips and soft exhales tickled his skin, sending shivers up his spine make Jaune bite his lip. Not waiting any further, Neo wrapped her lips around his entire head, eyes rolling back as his salty and manly flavor spread across her tongue.

Before she could taste anymore of him, Neo heard Jaune groan loudly and his cock pulsed rapidly. Without any further warning, her mouth was flooded with his seed, the white fluid thick from not being released in years. Neo's eyes widen, surprised by the volume and force as well as how quickly he came. though she didn't dwell on that subject much as his seed began to fill her oral cavity, throat, and nostrils as he expelled rope after rope of cum out of his cock. Causing her to suffocate a bit. Begrudgingly, she pulled herself away from his cock head, her face and top getting covered in ropes of thick cum.

Jaune groaned as he felt the last ropes of cum leave his cock. His eyes half lidded under the makeshift blind fold and head hung slightly. He panted gently as he stared down at his capture.

"I....Is that all?" He questioned, sounding like a taunt, and a plea.

Neo had scooped up a large glob of cum onto her fingers, licking them slightly before inserting into her mouth sucking them clean, staring at his panting and red face. Once she was done, she fully turned to him and gave a toothy smile. Faint shimmers of pink and white spirals burst from her body, a sign of her semblance activating. Neo rose from her crouched position, licking her lips as she cupped his head.

*I'm going to enjoy breaking you~* she thought as hearts formed in her eyes.

Neo quickly discarded her pants and mounted his lap. Her breath rigid as she prepared to insert his rod inside her tiny body. But before could, she heard the sound of a gun being racked behind her.

In his blinded state, Jaune could only hear the scuffle occurring around him. The sound of gunfire, blades clashing and vocal shouts of frustration filling his ears. Once the fighting was done, he heard four feminine voices that he hoped would come.

"Oh my Ou, Jaune?!"

It was Weiss. How grateful he was to hear her voice. Team Rwby was here to rescue him.

"Yeah, It's me, Weiss" He smiled, struggling against the bounds Neo tied him with. "If you could just..."

As he spoke, he heard them laughing. He was about to ask what were they laughing at, but Yang next statement caused his heart to drop.

"Well, I guess Neo did the work for us, huh Sis~"

Jaune's face contorted confused by what she said "What are you talking about?"

This time he heard Ruby laugh, her boots thumped against the floor as she approached him. Stopping Infront of him, she lifted his head to meet her gaze, while he couldn't see, he felt her gaze burning into him.

"Did you really think we'd take you back to remnant?" She cackles, her other hand grabbing and stroking his still erect cock. "Soo~rry to disappoint you, but we agreed that you're just gonna....get in the way...so.......We were just gonna leave you here~!"

Upon hearing casually say that, Jaune's eyes widen under his blindfold. Why would she say such a thing? After all he's done, all he's been through, they wouldn't just leave him in the Ever After, right?

He felt a weigh press down on his lap. the sweet smell of roses fills his nostrils. He tried to get free from his bonds, but the reaper's hands on his shoulders forced him to stop.

"But..." her suddenly chirp tone disturbed him "I think we can give you a little goodbye present before we leave~"

Without warning, he felt Ruby impale herself onto his sensitive rod. Both parties moaned loudly, both climaxing just from insertion. Jaune groaned as he felt his second orgasm launch from his tip, increasing his sensitivity. Not waiting for him to stop, Ruby began bouncing, her movements frantic and rough. Despite her tiny frame, she was unbearably tight, practically milking him each time she collided with his hips.

"Fuck...Ruby...Please...."

"Oo~, Does it hurt little Jauney?" she teased, rolling her hips. She pulled his head closer to her own "Good~"

She crashed her lips on to his, catching in a deep, unwanted kiss. He tore his lips away, not wanting to feel anything from here, but she grabbed his face and pulled back to her own, only for him to move it away once more. Annoyed by his resistance, Ruby punched his face, and despite her size and lack of martial training, she hit hard.

"Stop moving you stupid, beautiful man!" She demanded, hit him again and again until he whimpered for mercy. Blood pouring down his face.

"...p...please......stop......" he begged, accepting her dominance.

Pleased, she cupped his face once more, pulling him back into the kiss. Still frantic, but this time, more romantical in a sense. Her hips never stopping their movement, even as pearly white cum feel from her overstuffed cunt. She moaned into his mouth as she speed up, his cock making a grotesque bulge in her stomach that fluctuated up and down as she pulled him in and out her core. Her pert bubble butt clapped loudly against his thighs and small but modest breast bounced joyfully.

Around them, Jaune heard moist and lewd noises, no doubt the rest of team rwby enjoying the show. He got confirmation when he heard Blake speak up.

"Are we sure we want to just leave him here?" she asked, giving Jaune a small bit of hope "I think he'd make a great prostitute with a cock that size~"

He heard Yang agree with her, mentioning that she would love to take him along if only to use and abuse for her own pleasure. Hell, they even discussed how they sell him to other women for a profit seeing as he's an Arc. He even heard Weiss agreeing with them. While he wanted to be disgusted, a growing part of him felt hopefully that they'd take him back to Remnant. He couldn't stand the thought of being left alone once more, and became desperate to go home once more.

"Please....take me with you.." he begged, making the women laugh

"And why should we?" Ruby asked, ceasing her movements.

Jaune panted heavily, his body feeling sore from Ruby's rapid bouncing. "I'll do what ever you want...I'l even be.....I'll be your whore for life...Please...don't leave me alone..."

Tears dampened the fabric over his eyes, his mind clear of any thoughts other than leaving the Ever After. He felt Ruby climb off his lap, exposing his sensitive, cum covered cock to the air. He savored the moment of freedom but it was short lived as he felt another hot and slit pussy slide down his cock.

"OOO fuck, Daddy~" he heard Weiss moan, "You're stretching me out~"

As she began hopping on his member, Jaune didn't complain. He just accepted his new life as the toy of team Rwby.

However, if he could see, he would have saw that the one riding him was none other than Neopolitan. The women Fucking herself stupid on his cock as clones of team rwby flanked her sides. Turn her head, she looked behind her to see the real Ruby Rose watching with tears in her eyes. Beside was a small purple and blue cat that stared at Neo and Jaune with great interest.

"Ruby, what exactly are they doing?"

#rwby #rwby smut #jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby)#rwby silent knight

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wrentalks · 21 days ago

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Desire

It's a sunny, chilly day in this new, unfamiliar city I now call home. It's saturday morning, I'm free - such a new feeling - and so I wander through the lively streets in the city center, trying to blend in, trying to at least think in this foreign language, so distant from mine, so difficult... but this is exactly what I wanted, I roughly remind myself. I shouldn't complain.

To go away, to be where nobody knows me, nobody expects anything of me, and in doing so, to be finally free. Free to be whoever I want to be. And maybe, just maybe, to discover who I really am, when all those voices quiet down. My mother's voice. Duty's voice. God's voice. They all are so demanding, they have never left me with enough time and energy to just think for myself.

Who am I, when they all just fade away, when I am really alone?

I decide to go see the river. I grew up near the sea, and now I miss it so much... This river is magnificent. Blue water, so pristine and transparent; swans are calmy swimming by, and the trees... it's the end of october, autumn is doing wonderful things with those leaves. Yes, a stroll by the river it's what I need right now.

I get off the subway and I decide to go inside the mall first, to grab a pumpkin spice latte (we don't have Starbucks where I come from, and I'm still so excited about it), and that's when I see you. You are sitting alone in a Chinese restaurant, you're quiet as you eat, idly fumbling with your phone.

I stop in the middle of the mall just to look at you, I feel such a pull, it's embarassing, really! What is it? Maybe your ruffled hair, with a lock longer than the rest that conceal your face a bit. Maybe the contrast between your almost total black look and the tiny teal stars printed on your hoodie, not to mention the hot pink headphones I see on the table. What is it, why am I so drawn to you?

Trying to regain some sort of control, I storm into Starbucks; I do want my latte, after all, and I do not want such pointless distractions. While I take my first sip, walking slowly towards the exit, I realize this is exactly what I would have done back home: run away from my desires, and find a thousand ways to tell me it was the right and proper thing to do. But home is many miles away, I'm alone in this city and I can be whoever I want to be, even someone who... dares to follow their desire?

With a boldness I didn't know I had in me, I walk over to your table, with my latte firmly in my hands, and I ask you if I may sit down. You look at me in disbelief. Your eyes, so big and brown and so eloquent, quickly consider me: I am obviously not a threat, and we are in plain sight, with people buzzing all around us. You are guarded, of course. Maybe that's something in my eyes, maybe it's true what someone said to me not so long ago and I do have something of a siren inside me, or maybe you just don't care, as long as I don't bother you... but anyway, you nod to the chair in front of you, with a bit of amusement lingering in your face, and resume eating your meal.

We sit like that for a while, in silence, quietly minding our own business. Sometimes we look at each other, and with every glance I find more things that I like about you. Your hands, lithe and slender, your pale skin, it seems so soft... the way you eat, taking your time, savouring the food - and making me hungry, too, what time is it? That salmon seems really good...

It could have been really awkward, but it's not, there is a quiet harmony between us, and I let my mind wander... how old are you? Are you from around here? Why are you here on this saturday morning, do you love the river, like me? Why do I feel like I know you?

You finish your meal, and you look at me for a moment before standing up. As you rise from your chair I catch a glimpse of your bare neck and, with that, your faint scent: a little salty and earthy. I like it. I stand up, too, and I look at you with a silent question in my eyes. You frown a little and then ask me what is it, what do I want. Now I know what your voice sounds like, and it's not what I expected...

"Maybe..." I find myself stuttering, my mouth suddenly dry "...can we meet again?"

You laugh in disbelief, but you must be in a good mood because, after a little pause, you say yes. Next week. Same day, same place, same hour. And after that, you just take your things and leave.

Now it's my turn to stare at you, hardly believing in what had just happened; I stand still, near my chair, unable to move for the moment, and as I watch you go your way I realize I don't even know your name.

I've never been happier in my entire life.

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ALL THE THINGS WE NEVER SAID | vinnie hacker

— MINORS PLEASE FUCK OFF FOR UR OWN GOOD —

after 3 years you finally reunite with vinnie but it's not how you would like

OLD BSF!VINNIE X FEM!READER

WARNINGS: NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI, ANGSTY, + some fluff, sex, alcohol ment, drug use (weed), making out, grinding, praise kink, emotional cheating idk, slight possessiveness

word count: 2.5k <3

The air is so salty on LA beaches.

It burns the inside of my throat whilst chlorine fills up my nose and salt in my eyes but the waves are nicer than Seattle. Warmer too.

I can feel the sand bed on my toes and shells scraping the sides of my legs as I float out peering and the sky and the way the shades of orange and yellow melt away at the baby blue and how the sun looks so majestic at this time.

I’m still slightly tipsy from the drinks we had earlier but I'm not incapacitated, it's just a nice buzz, it reminds me of when I lay my head down in the grass and I can hear the tiny shuffling of ants.

But apparently I’m still drunk enough to not hear my friends shouting from shore for me to come back until I feel a hand on mine pulling me out.

“Jesus, I thought you were gonna drown out there.” It’s Harvey, I love Harvey. He always smells like strawberries and smokes with me without judging.

“I wasn’t, let me like the ocean in peace you guys are assholes.” I retorted but I didn't stop walking with him back to the shore with my friends.

I fall back onto the plush of the towel as Harvey joins everyone else in a game of beach volleyball.

Well everyone except me… and Vinnie.

Vinnie, the same guy that I was inseparable for 10 years, now seeing him for the first time in 3.

The same guy I fell in love with at 13 and who broke my heart at 17.

That Vinnie.

He’s sitting right in front of me in his shorts leaning back looking at everyone playing.

He has tattoos now and is much bigger. His hair is darker and face is more aged. He dresses better now and looks a lot happier but besides that he's still the same Vinnie.

I tuck my legs into my chest and rest my head on my knees, letting myself take in everything that changed about him to distract me from the cold wind tangling up my hair.

He finally looks back at me and something about it makes me still smile after all these years.

“M’ sorry I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” I mumble and then look away from him.

“Why are you sorry? I love seeing you.” He still has that same warmth in his voice that I fell in love with all those years ago.

“Just… I don’t know, I figured it’d be weird for you and her.” There's a maliciousness in my voice that I didn’t even know I could muster.

“Right… Allison.” He takes a deep breath, “ She likes you, don't worry!”

Allison, Vinnie’s new girlfriend of two months, she’s really sweet and a genuinely kind person but I can’t bring myself to like her.

I feel so pathetic, being in love with the same boy who hurt me all those years ago and who was able to move on whilst I stayed where I was. The same 17 year old stuck in bed the night Vinnie told me he loved me.

“Do you wanna go smoke?”

I don’t think I’ve ever said no to that question from Vinnie but now it’s different.

“Shouldn’t you ask her first?” I say averting my gaze from him and playing with my nails.

“She hates when I smoke so probably not,” He gets up and walks to me giving me his hand, “Get up.”

…

“Get up!”

“Vinnie fuck off this shit is broken.” I stand up and shove the skateboard into his chest.

“C’mon you barely even tried it’s actually very fun, please I wanna teach you!” He says beaming in the sun and smiling at me whilst I try to clean the cuts on my legs.

“You're a shit teacher, Hacker!”

We’ve been at this skatepark for four hours and the only thing I can do is go in a straight line and wiggle a bit and Vinnie knows how much I hate things I don’t get the hang of quickly.

“You're torturing me Vinnie, I’m gonna leave here with a cut off leg or something!” I cry out

“You're gonna be fine, I'm not gonna let you get hurt.” He pouts in a faux puppy dog face

“I hate you so much.”

“Stop being a pussy!”

…

“Stop being a pussy Vin.” He’s been dragging me to this secluded part of the beach for 5 minutes

“My girlfriend hates smokers, I really don’t wanna get into another fight tonight.” He sighs

Another?

“Why don’t you try to quit? I know you want to, you hate smoking.”

“It’s easier said than done- See we're here, you're just lazy!”

“Tell me something I don’t know, genius.” I half-joke

The view is nice, like really nice. It's so much quieter and less people means you can see the ocean without any distractions.

I lay down on the sand forgetting about the fact I'll be covered in it when I get up- That's a problem for me in the future.

He takes out a mini bong and packs it whilst I lay there and close my eyes.

This is nice, it reminds me of when we were younger. I was actually the first person to introduce Vinnie to weed and it kinda became our ritual, he would get the bing ready and I would wait patiently for him.

I can hear the bubbles and turn to look at him as he turns his head up, flexing his jaw and blowing the smoke out.

He always looks so pretty smoking.

“Do you ever miss it?” I ask, purposefully vague.

“Miss what?”

“Seattle?”

“Yeah, especially during the summer. It’s hard to miss it that much when I come back every month to see my family.” He replies by passing the bong to me along with the lighter as I sit up.

“But you never come visit me?” I turn my head and he looks away into the ocean

“I know… I wanted to but everytime I mustered up the courage something would get in the way… Plus whenever I saw your pictures you looked happy, I didn’t wanna fuck that up.”

“So your solution was to invite to to the beach with your new girlfriend and all your old friends instead of I don’t know, talking to your fucking bestfriend instead of ignoring her for 3 years making her feel like she fucked up?” It come out in a condescending tone

Every sour emotion that I held against Vinnie is bubbling up. Every emotion I felt when I saw a picture of him with his new friends, when he got his first girlfriend in LA, when he won that stupid fucking match and didn’t even reply to my dm congratulating him.

“I know I fucked up trust me,” The bong is still in my hands, lying their idly like a forgotten childrens toy, “But even if I did talk to you whenever I would come back I wouldn’t even know what to say to you.”

“Oh fuck off Vinnie, you could have said anything, I was waiting for you to say anything. Apologies are two words but you couldn’t even muster that up? God I hate you so much.”

I don’t.

“I’m sorry,” He breathes in, “I’m sorry I stopped talking to you, I’m sorry I fucked everything up, I’m sorry I never actually told you how I felt, I’m sorry I made you feel like it was your fault, I’m sorry I ruined the friendship, and I’m so sorry I never said this earlier to you. Your my favourite person and I fucked everything over cause I was to scared of loving you.”

He breathes out.

We both just sit there in silence, I’m getting colder by the minute but I don’t move. The apology I waited 3 years for finally arrived but I don’t feel any better. I just wanted Vinnie to say something to make all the pain feel worth it and then everything to go back the way it was.

“It wasn’t entirely your fault for ruining the friendship.”

…

“You promise this won't ruin our friendship Vin.”

“I promise you, and you trust me so relax.”

His lips slot in between mine, he pulls me closer to him as my hands thread through his hair.

It’s rough. I should have bought him new shampoo for his 18th.

“Your lips are so soft, I love them.” He whispers to me in between kisses as I lay my body over his and he guides my hips over his dick, rutting into him.

“You suck as dirty talk.” I giggle before going back to make out with him.

I let my lips trail down to his jawline leaving faint kisses there as he holds me close to him so I can feel the way his chest rises and falls. My hands drag down his torso and then up inside his shirt. My kisses falter as they reach his neck and I start sucking love bites into them and hear his hiss and whimper above me.

“Feels s’ good baby.” He breathes out, letting his hands rest at my waist as his thumb circles the area soothing the skins there.

When I’m done he flips the two of us over so now he’s above me with my hands pinned to my sides.

He locks his lips into mine again, my whole body melts into the kiss, I lean into him, shutting my eyes, letting myself save the memory. I moan into his mouth as he pulls the kiss closer to him in a tantalizing fight for more dominance.

As he pulls back, his eyes meet mine and I get lost in the honey brown, I study the features on his face at this moment, intent to not forget a thing. He looks back at me with a small smile.

His hands free mine and let me hook my hands around his neck. I pull him closer to my body as he kisses down my neck whilst his hands go under my shirt.

“Say you want this baby.” His gasps

“Please, I need you so bad, I want you bad.” I beg

His hand undone my pants pulling them off leaving me in just my shirt and panties.

Vinnie lifts himself up to take off his shirt, letting my hands graze through his body as he undoes his belt and pants and throws them on the floor, then taking his dick out of his boxer, pumping it up in his hand whilst reaching over into his dresser for a condom.

I lean my head back and stare into the ceiling waiting for him before he pulls my panties to the side and slowly lets his cock stretch me out as I arch into his touch.

His pace is relenting, I clutch his shoulder for stability and cry out into his neck, his thumb is circling my clit, his free hand holds us up and his eyebrows are knitted together in focus even though his lips keep kissing my body to make sure I’m okay.

“Feel good, you're not hurt angel?”

“No, fuck, god no, feels good Vin.” I say, barely able to make any full sentences.

It’s not long until I cum under him, I drag my nails across his back and scream into his neck to make sure I’m quiet enough and Vinnie rides me out through my high as a gasp and falls back into his bed.

It’s not long after Vinnie comes and places a kiss on my forehead before getting us a towel and me some water to clean up. He gave me my favorite sweatshirt of his, a red Seattle shirt that I ended up cutting the collar off so it wouldn’t stay on my shoulder.

“I love you.” He whispers before laying his face into my shoulder.

I end up falling asleep in his arms as he pulls me closer to him.

In the morning I’m alone in his bed and in his house and I end up going back to my own, lying saying I was with a friend.

It wasn’t until that night until I got a call from Reggie telling me that Vinnie had left for LA last night.

I ended up giving Vinnie’s sweater back to Reggie.

…

“It might not have been my entire fault but I still left in the middle of the night, in my bed, in my shirt, without telling you.” He reminds me, snapping me back from reality.

I lie back down into the sand taking a hit of the forgotten bong and then placing it on my side, Vinnie copies me.

It’s quiet, I like it.

Back home me and Vinnie would always sit in the same room doing our own things, he would game whilst I’d play with Poncho or message my friends. Being in the same atmosphere was relaxing for each other.

Now it’s just tense.

“Vinnie,” I look at him, “Do you ever miss me?”

He laughs.

“Everyday, every time I go to the beach, every time my friends talk about love, every time I remember home you're always there. I don’t think I could ever not miss you.” He turns his head to look at me.

I really do miss him. I miss going to his house after a long day, I miss skipping classes together and smoking weed, I miss telling him everything. I miss him so much it hurts.

“Everything could have been so different.” I chuckle

“Yeah, we could have both still be in University together, we could have both still be in Seattle. Hell could have actually gotten together.” He laughs but I finally look back at him.

We fall back into our comfortable silence letting the ocean waves wash over us. It's dark out now and you can see the moons and the stars. It’s calming.

It’s a short lived calm however since his phone rings and he jerks up to pick it up.

I don’t listen until I hear him call the person on the line ‘baby’. It’s Allison… his girlfriend.

Our time ’s up, so I pick up my things which are just myself and a bong whilst Vinnie ends the call and we walk back to where everyone is in silence.

We get back and Allison runs into Vinnies arms placing kisses all over his face and tugs him down to sit at the bonfire.

I lean my head on to Harveys shoulder as I zone as I eat the burger he made for me but as I look up I see Vinnie staring at me but as soon as he sees me looking back at him he looks down at his plate.

Before we realize it turns to 1 in the morning and I’m ready to go to sleep. Harvey is dropping me off and Chloe is coming with us.

Vinnie is leaving with Allison as she drags him away but he stops as he sees me.

Before Vinnie leaves he gives me a bag with something inside and hugs me without saying a word.

It’s a hoodie. The hoodie. A red Seattle crewneck with a cut collar. The hoodie he gave me the night he told me he loved and then left. And he left again. Leaving me with nothing but his stupid hoodie and all the things we never said.

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