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ax-y10 · 11 months

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this is an incredibly self-indulgent request, but maybe a reader who has a speech impediment and feels insecure about their voice and wilbur being all soft and fluffy about it ??

Love Through Jumbled Words

In which- It's hard to understand you, but Wilbur finds ways

Definition of a speech impediment: Speech disorders or speech impairments are a type of communication disorder in which normal speech is disrupted. This can mean fluency disorders like stuttering, cluttering or lisps. Someone who is unable to speak due to a speech disorder is considered mute.

Chapter Info: Stuttering, Fluff, Wilbur being a soft man, Cuteness, I'm too lazy to look through for anything else

A/n: I had no clue what a speech impediment was, and when I searched it up, I realised I have a speech impediment (stuttering) so I have to write this with a reader who stutters because I sadly can't relate to anything else, sorry. I also decided to do a platonic and romantic version separate with a short blurb at the bottom of each. This is long so sorry

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Platonic (Friend)-

When Wilbur first started talking to you, he immediately realised that he would have to help you through many things, such as ordering food or talking to other people.

And when you trusted him enough to open up, he found out that you had always had problems with things like that, stuttering through every sentence.

And that exact moment is when he opened up about his stutters from kindergarten and primary school, and how he overcame them, offering to help you through yours.

When he introduced you to his friends, they would make light-hearted jokes about your small stutters, but would immediately apologise and call it cute.

Especially when you tried to introduce yourself and got really frustrated while trying to state your name, them obviously being great people and waiting for you.

And they definitely got pissed off at Wilbur when he tried to help, even though you were getting through it, them not knowing that you had asked him to help.

And Tommy (That fucking jerk) would have already had a nickname for you when he heard you through that very first discord call on Wilbur's account.

They obviously loved you from when they met you.

And introducing Wilbur to your closest friends would be an experience... to say the least.

The first comment one of them made was "Is he your boyfriend? Y/N WITH A BOYFRIEND?"

And oh my god did that start an argument between everyone.

But you brushed the comment off... After laughing at Wilbur's shocked expression.

They loved him to say the least

Okay- they adored the lanky bastard -but don't talk about that

Everyone was so welcoming for Wilbur, and he loved your friends.

And helping you get through it was so tough but you guys got it, through months of therapy and practice.

As he sat down across from you at the coffee shop, he realised just how shy you were. One of his friends had given him your number from college, and he had asked you to meet up at the coffee shop down the road from campus. You both hadn't talked to each other in person, which definitely made communication hard. And when you greeted yourself, stuttering through it, he realised how hard it would be to understand you. But luckily for you, he had such a large amount of patience and understanding, having had the same problem as a child.

Platonic (Sibling)-

Him being your older brother, there was definitely going to be so much overprotectiveness in that household.

He wouldn't let anyone near you who decided to make even the most light-hearted joke that you didn't care about, near you.

Like, he would beat them up if they did that

He doesn't care. His Y/n needs to be safe and out of harms way because you are way too special to him

And the funniest part of the whole situation was that he is only 1 year older than you, making it seem weird but it's cute because he cares for you so much.

He is always next to you or helping you throughout conversations or even saying something simple.

When you were both in school, he would beg for the principal and his teachers to sit in class with you to make sure you were doing alright.

Although he was the same age as lots of your classmates, you were still a grade below him.

And everyone in your classes loved him so much.

He was always a sort of underdog in school, so having that attention from other students definitely boosted his confidence and ego, and he got a lot more popular with the younger students, often helping them out at after school events.

He also got into being a bit more mischievous in school, that making him more popular

He would never forget to help you with anything at all.

They were the reason he asked your parents if he could do sports with you, because the kids that liked him were your friends, and you played sports with them.

He definitely didn't join because he wanted to help with your stutters and to boost his ego more...

He was always the kindest person with other people.

"Excuse me, miss?" He asked the principal. He never really learnt teachers names, calling them 'miss' or 'sir', but he had a question nagging at the back of his head for weeks, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. "What's the matter, Mister Soot?" The principal replied with a somewhat annoyed tone, him jumping back slightly. "Would it be alright if I was able to sit in with some of my sister's classes? She has a stutter and struggles with communicating with people and I feel really bad not being there for her. Even if it's once a week. Anything works. Please?" After a little while of pondering from the principal, his hopes lowering from each passing second of silence, she finally speaks up. "Fine. But you need to let your teacher know when you're going to her classes, and you need to attend at least two out of the four lessons you have each day." He was finally excited for once today, and you could tell wen he stumbled into your second lesson of the day, him sitting in the seat next to you and immediately helping you.

Romantic (Relationship) -

When he first had a conversation with you that night in the parking lot of Tesco's, and when you both exchanged numbers that night, he knew it would take time to overcome your stutter or at the very least, die it down a little but.

But he would never push anything onto your shoulders.

Your very first date was definitely the fluffiest thing ever. It wasn't so public as others would definitely recognise him, and you had openly told him about your insecurity with your stutter, so he decided to keep it inside the comfort of his apartment dining room, a cute spaghetti date.

After each bite, you would both look up at each other and when you attempted to make small talk, he would be so patient with your stutters, just admiring you and the way you got so frustrated when you kept repeating vowels.

Now, we all know this man is very touchy and loves affection

So you better be prepared for hugs everytime you get a sentence correct without a stutter or interruption

Even if it was as simple as your first "I love you" without a stutter, he would be all over you (not in the weird wat obv), and smothering you in affection, so proud of your progress.

He would definitely kiss you if you aren't able to finish a sentence after repeatedly trying to complete it, giving you a fresh start, and making you stutter even more due to the sudden affection, and he would keep doing it until you just couldn't bother talking.

Anytime you would try to talk to him when tired and in bed next to him, he would just stare at your lips while you attempt to talk to him, but falling asleep and not being able to get your statement out

And it would be so hard to complete a sentence when tired because your stuttering would just get worse, but to him, you would just get cuter.

If you ever asked his friends about how much he talks about you, they wouldn't be able to count it in their head, Wilbur would have to explain.

And everytime he talks about you, it would always somehow bring up your cute stutter, and how he loves it when you aren't able to form a string of words, and him having to end up ordering food for you.

He just loves you and helping you through your stutter and your stutter and your cute frustrated hand movements and your stressed eyes when you aren't able to get a food order out at a restaurant and when you're embarrassed when you have to talk to a fan of his and keep failing.

he loves every part of you and your cute self.

And he would just be so patient with you when you are trying to say something important to you, like when you want to go somewhere with him the next day, or what to eat for dinner, or anything in general.

Anyway, he just loves every part of you.

"And I- I sa- saw the cute- st little kitt- tte- kitten today on the stre- street and I took a ph- photo of i- it for you and I- I want to sho- show you bef- befor- before we go t- to bed?" You stuttered out tiredly. He didn't reply, but just kept staring at your face, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the blinds of your shared bedroom. "D- Darling?" "Oh yeah, I'd love to see the photo. I just love cats, but not as much as you" He spoke, causing you to chuckle slightly. You pulled your phone off the charger from behind you, unlocked it and pulled up the photo to show him, a cute little ash grey kitten right in front of his face on the screen. And soon after the conversation slowly died down, he realised you had fallen asleep. Pulling you closer into him, he fell asleep not too long after.

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thetempleofthemasaigoddess · 5 months

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Chocolate-flavoured lips (part 2)

Sanji x reader (romantic); Nami x reader (platonic). This is part two of two.

Hurt/comfort, romance. NSFW. Mentions of heavy themes (slavery, eating disorders)

This part is dedicated to @naive-daydreamer and @vespidphoenix. Thank you for your support!

*****

You had never struck him as particularly prudish, at least as far as the clothes you wore were concerned; on the ship you dressed practically, like the rest of the crew, but liked to doll yourself up when the two of you had a date, or went out for drinks with the rest of the crew. Sanji liked you whatever you wore (or wouldn't wear, he added in the privacy of his thoughts; he was a gentleman, determined not to pressure you, and holding you in his arms as you exchanged lazy kisses and caressed each other was more than enough, but it would have been a lie to say the thought of seeing you in your birthday suit wasn't enticing) but he was flattered to know you made yourself pretty when the two of you went out together, and he was proud to have people see him with a pretty girl like you by his side. He particularly liked when you wore a short skirt, since your legs were so lovely, and there was a off-the-shoulder top you owned that showed enough of your cleavage that Sanji had felt himself go red in the face the first time he had seen you wear it.

There was just one time you had looked ill at ease because of what you wore, and Sanji barely remembered it, since it had happened just two days after he had joined the crew. It was a particularly hot day, and he and his new friends agreed a swim was exactly what they needed; the boys (except for Luffy, obviously, who had remained on the deck) made do with a pair of shorts before jumping in the pleasantly cold water, while Nami was wearing a bikini in a colour that complimented the red of her hair.

"I have another one you can borrow if you want, (name)." she said, after you said you didn't own a swimsuit, and Sanji, who was walking past the two of you with a tray of cold drinks, felt his heart skip a beat at the prospect of seeing you in a bikini as well.

"No, thank you." you answered; you seemed uncomfortable, just for a moment "I think I can manage."

In the end, you swam wearing a shirt tucked in a pair of shorts; Sanji felt disappointed for a moment, but you proposed to play chicken fight all together, and the two of you won against Nami and Usopp, which was nice, and the celebratory hug the two of you shared even more.

On the next island the Merry docked at, after you and your friends had become involved in a fight with another pirate crew who had mistaken Zoro for the son of a local lord and tried to kidnap him for ransom, you went shopping with Nami and bought a one-piece swimsuit in a colour that complimented your everything.

"How do I look?" you asked him after putting it on for the first time, and it took him a while to answer, because seeing you in a swimsuit, no matter how demure, had made Sanji lose the power of speech.

"Extraordinary."

Sanji vaguely wondered why you had refused to borrow Nami's swimsuits; he thought that maybe you didn't like bikinis, or you deemed unhygienic to wear something belonging to someone else on naked skin. In the end, it was such an unimportant matter he had almost forgotten it, even though he did remember, after another, only apparently unrelated, event.

Two months had passed since you and Sanji had officially become a couple, three since your first kiss. You were together on your bed, and what had started as innocent cuddling had naturally, spontaneously become something much more exciting and fervent.

He was hungry, starving, for you (for the mouth he kept kissing, for the warmth of the body in his arms, for the sweet relief he imagined he would find when you would finally open your legs for him) while you unbuttoned his shirt and then helped him take it off; Sanji hungrily kissed you, as he felt your chest pressed against his, your heart beating twice as fast as normal, the softness of your breast so sweet under his hands. In the semi-darkness of the cabin, he gently laid you down on the bed, and felt your legs wrap around his waist.

"You are so beautiful." he murmured, and he heard you giggle.

"You can't even see me." you pointed out as you caressed his chest.

"But I know you; I know you are the most beautiful girl in the four seas."

"Oh, Sanji..."

You kissed again, and again, your mouths and bodies almost feverish as they searched for each other, explored each other, and found new ways to give each other pleasure. Sanji moaned when he felt your lips descend along his neck, to his chest and then to his abdomen. "(name)". he murmured, more fervent than any prayer he had ever uttered "My (name)..."

Fondling your breast through the fabric of your shirt was heavenly, but Sanji needed more; he slipped his hand under the lower hem, already anticipating the moment he would worship your beautiful body as you deserved... and a moment later you had grabbed his wrist.

"No."

"... sorry?"

"Please don't. I... I need to keep my shirt on."

Need. This is the word you chose to use, but in that moment Sanji didn't notice. The little light filtering under the door was enough to let him see you, now sitting on the bed, your arms wrapped around your torso as if afraid he would try to force you to take your shirt of.

"Please, Sanji-kun." you murmured, in a supplicant tone he had heard just once before... when he found you taking scraps out of the kitchen's garbage can. You sounded scared.

"Oh. All right." he said, sitting next to you; he was disappointed, but the last thing he wanted was making you uncomfortable "Of course."

"Sorry, I... I don't want to stop, just..."

"(name), it's all right. I... I think I need to go prepare lunch soon anyway."

"Oh. All right." you said, relief evident in your voice. Sanji put his shirt back on, you kissed him once more, affectionate and passionate as usual, and later, while you had lunch all together, you looked relaxed and happy as usual, but your boyfriend decided the two of you needed to talk a bit.

He found you later as you read sitting cross-legged on the deck, so pretty with the book in your hand, the wind stirring your hair and the hem of your skirt, the susurration of the waves all around you. The noise of his approaching steps made you lift your eyes from your book; you smiled as Sanji sat next to you.

"Hello."

"Hello. Bothering you?"

"Never. Come."

You smiled and rested your cheek on his shoulder, as clearly happy of that chaste closeness as you had been three hours earlier. Sanji would have liked nothing more than enjoying that quiet moment with you, but he felt the need to know, for the sake of the relationship you had just started building together.

"About earlier... when you asked me to stop..." he started, and your smile dimmed instantly.

"I'm..."

"You don't need to be; and you don't need to explain. Just... I wanted to know if I did something wrong, something... to make you uncomfortable..."

"Oh, no!" you immediately exclaimed, cupping his face in your hands to add emphasis to your words "You did nothing wrong at all. You were so sweet, so respectful. Believe me, it's not that I didn't want to... to be with you. I'm... I'm very attracted to you, Sanji-kun. I think you're very handsome."

He smiled, flattered. "Glad to know."

"As if you didn't. It's just... I don't feel comfortable with being seen shirtless. Would it bother you if I kept it on, while we are together? Or at least that we kept the room in the dark?"

"Only your shirt?"

"Yes. I'm fine with taking off everything else."

Now that was an unusual request, different from what Sanji had expected, that is, that you were moving too quickly considering you had only been together for a few months. Why was keeping your torso covered so important? Were you afraid he would find your body unattractive? Did you have a scar or some other blemish you wanted to keep hidden? The idea he would never see your naked beauty, and maybe never hold you in his arms, your skin against his, was more than a little disappointing, but Sanji didn't hesitate.

"Of course. Whatever you want, and feel comfortable with."

"Really? You are not... disgruntled?"

"I... don't want to be. You don't owe me anything, (name), even if we are together. Whatever problem one of us has, we can find a solution together. I want you to be happy; everything else doesn't matter."

"Oh, thank you! Oh, you are so sweet, Sanji-kun!" you exclaimed, clearly relieved, and kissed him soundly on the lips; you smiled, so close he could feel the warmth of your body on his skin "I promise I'll make it up to you."

He grinned. "Really?"

"Really. Soon, I promise. Thank you, I feel so lucky I am your girlfriend." you told him, and indeed, the joy and gratefulness in your eyes were almost overwhelming. Sanji couldn't say he knew and understood everything about you, not least because you were rather secretive about your past and never spoke much about your life before meeting Luffy, but what he had learnt, he loved, and he knew you reciprocated his feelings in full. Everything else didn't matter.

"I think I am the lucky one, actually." Sanji said; he let you go back to your book, and sat next to you for a while, enjoying the quiet happiness stemming from your warm, solid body curled up under his arm.

Weeks passed. Sanji kept cooking for his crew, kissing your ice-cream flavoured lips (by then you had to have tasted almost every variety in the world; you liked most of them, but chocolate was your favourite) and discovering corners of the sea he previously didn't even know existed. He couldn't have wished for a better life. The two of you kept meeting in one of the cabins when the others were away, cuddling and exploring each other's bodies; you were yet to be properly intimate, and Sanji couldn't say he was not anxious, but at the same time he could have gone on like this (moaning your name as you gently bit his neck between a kiss and another; grinding his hips against yours, until each of you could feel the other's arousal; kissing your breast through your bra after you had locked the door to keep the room in the dark) forever, and still he would be satisfied.

You were happy as well; because of him, and not just that. You now routinely polished your plate, even though you were the only member of the Straw-Hat pirates who had never asked for seconds, and one day that he inadvertently stepped on it as he reached you on your bed Sanji realized the broken beam on the floor wasn't creaking, meaning you had repaired it and weren't using it as an hidden storage anymore, which felt as the best news of his life.

Yes, everything was going perfectly for both of you; and then, as it often happens, destiny put a stick in your wheel - at least apparently.

*****

The blood staining his arms. The frantic heartbeat reverberating against his chest. The desperate, laboured breathing (proper to a person too stubborn and scared to let themselves give in, who kept drawing breath because they had ordered their lungs not to stop working, but whose energies were quickly failing) filling his mind and excluding any other thought. It was a terrible, nightmarish situation for Sanji, for whom not give in to panic had never been so hard.

Because that blood, that heartbeat, that breathing, were yours.

You shouldn't have even been there. While it was true that you had started practicing fighting with him and the others (after pointing out that while as a doctor your first duty was not to harm, you doubted that would matter to the various enemies your crew simply couldn't help constantly running into, and you didn't want to be a burden to your friends) you were still inexperienced, and on the day the Straw Hat pirates found themselves face to face with a whole platoon of Marines, Sanji asked (well, he begged) you to stay behind, preparing the Merry to depart as soon as your friends had gotten rid of their pursuers.

And you had... until you had seen Usopp get hurt on the battlefield, a stray bullet grazing his ankle as he strategically retreated towards the pier and making him stumble. Seeing your friend on the ground, you had unhesitatingly run to the battlefield to help him stand and carry him to safety.

And you had... even though it had meant being wounded yourself.

"Is she ok? Is she gonna...?" Usopp asked, anguish heavy in his voice, as he and Nami followed Sanji in the ship's tiny infirmary, fully furnished with everything a pirate doctor needed, and that they were unable to use "(name), I am so sorry! Can you hear me? I'm sorry, it is all my fault..."

"This will not help her." Nami brusquely pointed out, stopping him from advancing into the room; then, noticing the sniper's heartbroken expression, she rested her hand on his shoulder, doing her best to sound reassuring "We'll take care of her; you go help Luffy and Zoro."

"Are you sure?"

"Unless you have any experience as a doctor that you forgot to mention until now yes, I'm sure."

Still uncertain, Usopp hobbled out; he glanced at Sanji before crossing the door, but the cook didn't notice, too focused as he was on you, on how pale and hurt you looked as he gently laid you down on the infirmary bed. Judging from the red stain on your shirt, the bullet had hit you in the stomach, at least ten inches below your heart, but that didn't reassure him; you had lost so much blood, and if they didn't do something now, that alone would kill you.

"Hey, darling." he murmured, his hand gently cradling your head; you were drenched in sweat, apparently in too much pain to speak, but when he was able to meet your gaze, he saw you mouthing his name, and then another brief sentence.

"There is nothing to be sorry for; you saved Usopp, you were so brave. I am... I am so proud of you." he said; he had never felt so much the need to cry, but he had no time for that, not while you were still breathing "It's gonna be alright, I promise."

But how, he wondered. He knew Nami had no medical experience, and his only episode with something more serious than a migraine was that time he had burned his hand on a stove and Zeff had put an ointment on and then bandaged it; eve worse, you were too weak and in pain to guide them.

He couldn't lose you; he just couldn't. You couldn't die. You were too young, too beautiful and special and generous and clever and kind, and you had only wanted to help a friend in need and had not yet seen all your dreams come true. What could he do to help? Did you need a transfusion? You could have his blood - all of it if you needed it. And it didn't matter if the island they had just left was swarming with Marines, he would go back swimming, find the nearest doctor and bring him to you...

In the meantime Nami, equally worried but faster to act, had found everything she thought they would need (a plastic basin, sterile bandages, antiseptic, pliers, a pair of scissors, and a few other things she didn't even know the name of) in the room's various cabinets, and she was quick to place everything on the table next to the bed.

"We need clean water, and cloths to clean the wound." she said, instinctively taking charge; Sanji didn't consider himself a particularly passive person, at least when it was a life or death situation, but he had never been more grateful "But first, take off her shirt."

Sanji took the scissors from her fingers, ordering his hands to stop shaking, and placed the blades at the sides of the bottom hem of your shirt; half a second before he started cutting, your hand grabbed his wrist.

"No...!"

"It's ok, darling." he tried to soothe you "I just need to cut off your shirt, we need to check the wound."

"No!"

"(name)... I don't want to hurt you, I need..."

"No..." you said once more, no longer in a startled cry; he saw you mouth his name, and then please, and then shake your head in a desperate, determined refusal. Don't do it, you were telling him; it was plain to see, at least for someone who knew your heart, please, you mustn't. I don't want you to.

Sanji did it, quickly cutting the shirt in the middle, exposing your bra, the (apparently) deep wound next to your navel... and something else he for a moment did not know how to interpret. He remembered the promise he had made you, and how important it had been for you to keep your shirt on or at least to prevent him from looking at your torso, and whatever he had thought you wanted to keep secret, out of shame or modesty or something else... he would have never thought of that.

"What...? Is that a tattoo?" Nami asked as she prepared the bandages, at first only vaguely surprised, both since they had a way bigger problem on their hands and because after all that was not such an uncommon sight; a moment later she darkened, her eyes focused on her friend's still bleeding stomach "But that is..."

"What?" Sanji asked, for half a second forgetting he had never felt so scared, and helpless, in his life; for half a second, nothing was more important that knowing the truth "What is that? It seems..."

"I'll tell you later. Now, water and cloths." the navigator answered, calling him to order and passing him the basin; Sanji quickly obeyed, leaving the infirmary after a last, pained look to your motionless body on the bed. You met his gaze and then quickly averted yours, softly crying in shame.

*****

In the end, the wound was less deep, and therefore dangerous, than Sanji had feared; he and Nami had stopped the blood flow, she had been able to sew up the wound (and then puked in a bucket) while Sanji found a book to help them take care of you during your convalescence.

When they told the others you were feeling better and had told Nami you were confident you would heal perfectly, Usopp started to cry, overwhelmed with relief, Luffy cheered, and even Zoro laughed and clapped; your friends were happy they were not going to lose you, and Sanji hoped you knew how loved you were.

He prepared a broth for your dinner, light but rich to help you regain your strength, put it on a tray with a glass of water, and asked Nami to bring it to you.

"Don't you want to do it yourself? Don't tell me you have had a fight, with everything (name) is going through." Nami said. Sanji shook his head; he didn't feel comfortable telling her how clearly you avoided looking at him every time he visited you in the infirmary, as if too ashamed to look at the man who cared for you more than anything else.

"Can you tell me about her tattoo?" he asked once she had returned from the infirmary and happily reported you had already tucked in and were looking way better than the previous day "I don't want to gossip, but I'm worried for (name), even now that she is on the mend. If there is something worrying her, or that is making her sad, I need to know; I want to help her."

Nami nodded slowly, as if unsure it was her place to discuss her friend's personal matters, even if with the best intentions; in the end, she made sure the two of them were alone in the kitchen before speaking.

"I suppose you need to know, being her boyfriend and all that; and now that we know the truth, she will need all our support." she conceded "The one on her stomach... is different from most tattoos you see, right?"

Sanji agreed. Your tattoo was different from the flowers, butterflies or other delicate decorations he usually saw on the skin of girls your age; it wasn't even the name of a former boyfriend (which would have broken his heart) or a tribute to a loved one who had passed away. It seemed like a code, even though he had no idea what it was for: ten characters, numbers and letters without an apparent logic, and an hyphen in the middle.

"That code... that code is one of those slaves have tattooed, or even branded, on their skin by their masters. It cannot be washed away, so that a slave cannot hide their condition, and makes it easier for a master to prove they belong to him if a slave runs away."

Silence fell in the Merry's kitchen. Sanji was happy he wasn't holding anything fragile, or spillable, in his hands; for a whole minute he felt physically unable to speak.

"... a slave?" he whispered in the end.

"I'm afraid so. I have only read about it once in a book, a long time ago, but if I remember correctly, the first two numbers mean that (name) was born a slave, instead of being sold or captured." Nami explained; she looked ill, as if she felt the pain and misery their friend and doctor had to have felt while in captivity "While the last three letters refer to a country not far from the one where Luffy met her, which is where she must have been born. Poor, poor (name)..."

She looked at him, as if waiting for his reaction, waiting to know what he would do to comfort his girlfriend; the problem was Sanji had absolutely no idea.

"I'll talk to her." he decided in the end "Thank you for telling me the truth, I know it wasn't easy for you."

The orange-haired navigator shrugged. "(name) is my friend." she said, as if that explained everything. And it did.

Sanji knocked softly at the infirmary's door a minute later; from the inside, you softly invited him to enter.

He was happy to see the broth's bowl was empty, the tray placed on the little table next to the bed. Lying on your back, you turned your head to smile softly at him. "Hello."

"Hello to you. If you want to sleep for a while I can..."

"Not at all. Please, come, you know I'm always happy to see you."

Sanji smiled as he moved a chair next to the bed; on your request, he helped you sit on the bed, grimacing for the pain in your abdomen.

"I'm fine." you gently reassured him, noticing his alarmed expression "Or at least, I will be in a few days. I just need to rest, and to give my body time to heal. Sanji... I am so sorry."

He blinked, both of his hands cradling one of yours resting on the blanket covering the lower half of your body. "Sorry for what?" he asked, unable to think of something you could have to apologize for.

"You know. For... for not telling you about my tattoo. About my past. Nami told me you talked about it."

Sanji nodded. "Please don't be angry with her; she only wanted to help you."

You assured him you knew, and therefore you could never be angry with your friend. Rather, you expected him to be upset, or at least disappointed, that you had concealed such an important part of your past from him; Sanji had told you all about his childhood, at least after he had met Zeff, but in return he didn't even know where you were born. "It was unfair on my part; you are my boyfriend, and you have been nothing but kind and protective. I know that even people who are in a relationship are entitled to their privacy, but..."

Sanji smiled, a moment before lifting your hand to his lips to kiss the back of it; it pained him to see you like that, so full of shame and regret, but he knew that facing those emotions and sharing your secrets would make you feel better later.

"Exactly. It would have been different if you had not told me you were already in a relationship, if you had been married or had children, but... I am not angry, really. Not with you, at least." he admitted, and he sighed "I just wish I could have those who hurt and humiliated you here to make them beg for mercy at your feet."

You smiled, pained and grateful at the same time. "I know you would; and that is enough for me." you told him; you hesitated for a moment, and then whispered the name of the kingdom where you were born, and where slavery was still widely practiced.

"I have always been a slave, since I was taken out of my mother's womb. I received my tattoo when I was five, which is also when I started working in my master's farm together with the other slaves. The pain of the needle on my skin is the oldest memory that I have."

"You were put to work when you were five?"

"Oh, yes; and some other masters have their slaves branded even before that, even if naturally one can't really work when they are so little. My master lived in the countryside, and I and the other slaves worked in the fields and took care of the animals; at the same time, he was a very capable doctor, and he decided to instruct me and three others, to assist him in his work or to earn an higher price if he ever decided to sell us."

You sighed. "One day, or little by little, I will tell you everything." you promised, placing your free hand on top of his "I know I don't have to, but I want to; I want there to be no secrets between us. But it is not a pretty story, as you can imagine, so I'm not exactly anxious to relive those memories. Anyway, I lost my mother when I was nine, so there was nothing that could have kept me from escaping; and when the opportunity arose, I did, even though I knew the punishment for runaway slaves was enough to make you beg for death. I ran, and ran, and didn't stop until I reached a kingdom where slavery is outlawed, even though that didn't mean I was safe."

"That is where you met Luffy."

"Yes. We became friends in a matter of hours, you know how it is with him, and when he asked me to join his crew as ship's doctor, I didn't need to think twice. And then, just a few days later, I met you."

You were wearing a clean shirt, that Nami had helped you put on; lifting the bottom hem, you brushed your fingers against the bandage covering your abdomen. "I wish at least the bullet had hit me where my mark is." you muttered "It is too big to be covered by a scar, but still..."

"You could have it covered." Sanji suggested "With another tattoo, I mean; so that you could wear a bikini, or a top that leaves your stomach bare, and people would see just a flower or a butterfly. You wouldn't be forced to see it either, every time you take a shower."

You sighed. "I wish I could." you admitted "The problem is, it is illegal for a tattoo artist to help a runaway slave conceal their condition; rather, they are required by the law to denounce them, and most masters would also reward them for their help. I can't take a chance, any artist I could ask for help would only have to call the Marines, and I'd be brought back to my master. I have promised myself I would never go back, Sanji-kun; carrying the mark on my skin, and having to keep my stomach covered, is a price I'm happy to pay. Now I'm free, free to go wherever and do whatever I want, and this is the only thing that matters... together with you, that is." you added with a smile, that Sanji returned, his heart still full of anguish even though so many things he hadn't been able to explain about you made sense now.

"The reason why you ate so little... and were used to take food from the garbage can..."

"Well, slaves do not eat the same food as their master, as you can imagine; we often received scraps from his table, and I retrieved food that the cook had thrown away more times than I can count. As a slave, I ate in a day and a half as much as I do now in a single lunch, and was used to have food taken from me regularly, every time the master was displeased. I'll never be a bottomless pit like Luffy, but having been used to eat little for so long, for a while my stomach simply couldn't take more than that. Now that I have been with the crew for a while things are different, I got used to a regular diet, but until I met Luffy a single apple was enough to keep me satisfied for a day. Until I met you, for me food was not... something you enjoyed, and found pleasure in; I ate because otherwise I would die, and to avoid being lashed because I didn't have the strength to work."

"I see."

Sanji sighed, suddenly realizing he also had a secret he needed to share. "While we are at it, I also have a confession to make; I know of the food you kept hidden under a beam in your cabin. Months ago, soon after I found you taking food from the garbage can, I... I was worried for you, that you were suffering from an eating disorder or something like that, I went through your stuff. I'm so sorry, (name); I shouldn't have, whatever the reason."

"No, you shouldn't have." you agreed, and then smiled "But I could never be angry with you, especially since I know you wanted to help me. Let's make a pact: from now on, there will be no more secrets between us, and whenever one of us is worried or upset for some reason, we will talk about it. After all, being in a relationship means also this."

Sanji agreed. He wanted nothing more than to end the conversation, kiss you and lie next to you on the bed to cuddle for a while, but there was one last thing he needed to know.

"Of course; you can ask me whatever you want." you encouraged him, but it took your boyfriend a while to find the right words.

"As a slave, were you ever ordered to... I mean, since you are young and attractive, and I know that sometimes masters want to..."

"Oh. That."

A new, vaguely bitter smile appeared on your lips as you smoothed your shirt on your stomach. "Would you really like to know?"

"I am sorry if it is painful for you to talk about it, but since we have talked about becoming intimate... You know I would never force you to do anything in any case, but if you had... gone through a trauma..."

You kissed him. Quick but deep, as you rested your hand on the back of his head to steady yourself; and when you finally parted, he saw you smile - a real smile, full of joy. "You really are the sweetest man in the four seas, aren't you, Sanji-kun?" you asked "In any case, you needn't worry; that at least I was spared. My master enjoyed women and so did his sons, but none of them ever touched me, because... you see... for my mother it had been different."

"... you mean...?!"

"... that I was his, yes. It's ok." you hurried to add, seeing the shocked, outraged expression on your boyfriend's face "What is done is done, and since hopefully I'll never see him again, my master cannot hurt me anymore, and I am free to forget he was ever part of my life. I am not saying I wasn't traumatized by what I lived through; but at least I was luckier than many other slaves."

Silence fell on the two of you, a silence finally made not of unsaid things and secrets you didn't have the strength to share, but of the quiet, resilient awareness what you had gone through was known, and understood, and respected. Escaping captivity, and then becoming part of Luffy's crew, and even falling in love with Sanji and pursuing a relationship with him had not magically cured you of all the abuse and pain you had experienced; still, it was a step forward, as well as the best starting point you could ask for.

In the end, Sanji stood; he bent to kiss you once more, also deep, but not quick. "I'll let you rest for a while." he promised "If you feel up to it, later I can help you stand and you can come sit on the deck, enjoy the sun and the air."

"I'd love to." you answered; you didn't say thank you, because you knew he'd find it superfluous, and he could read it in your eyes anyway.

A last smile, and your boyfriend was closing the door of the infirmary behind him; you cautiously laid down on the bed, sighing contently, aware he, and the rest of your friends, were still a shout away. Aware, for the first time in your life, that you were not alone.

*****

"Will you really not tell me where we are going?" you asked, maybe for the fifth time since the beginning of the day. You were not worried, since you knew you could trust your friends and Sanji especially, but he was being uncharacteristically tight-lipped about your destination, which intrigued you a great deal.

It had all started early in the morning when, reaching the deck after helping Sanji wash the dishes after breakfast, and glancing at the map Nami was consulting next to you, you realized the ship was heading in a different direction from the one your navigator had set two days before.

"Has our destination changed?" you had asked, but Nami's only answer had been a wink and a knowing smile.

"Ask Sanji." she had told you, and when you had, your boyfriend had acted even more secretive, simply saying you would see it soon.

And now this. The island you had reached was mid-size but relatively unimportant for the crew's affairs, and you couldn't begin to understand why your boyfriend was acting so excited; he was leading you among the streets of a busy marketplace, clearly looking for something, or someone, even though he had told you he had never been on this island before.

"Let's see, it should be close... he said there was a bakery across the street..."

"Sanji-kun, is this about our ice cream dates? Are you looking for a famous parlour or something like that?"

"Sorry? Oh, no; but we'll get that to celebrate later. This is different... oh! Here it is!"

There was indeed a bakery across the street from the door you had stopped in front of; at first you thought it was a shop of some kind, apparently closed given the shut door, but the banner above the door advertised a very different sort of trade...

It was a tattoo parlour.

"Sanji, no." you whispered: you were wearing a shirt reaching down to your thighs and your stomach was perfectly covered, but you quickly glanced all around you, half-expecting to see Marines descend upon you to bring you back to your master "Please, let's go back to the Merry; I can't stay here, I told you..."

"It's all right."

How could he not understand? "No, it's not!" you repeated urgently; you appreciated he had your best intentions at heart, but could he not see the danger he was putting you in? "When they see my tattoo..."

"(name)." Sanji said as he took both of your hands in his, softly, as if begging you to listen to him instead of giving you an order; and this was the reason you found yourself suddenly unable to insist "I know; I haven't forgotten what you told me. Please, trust me; it is going to be fine."

You didn't answer, but remained where you were while your boyfriend knocked at the door.

"We are closed." a curt voice stated from the inside.

"This is Sanji from the Baratie."

"Oh! Just a second."

A moment later the door opened; a shaggy haired head peaked outside. "Are you sure you weren't followed?"

"Positive. Can we come in?"

"Of course; hurry, the fewer people see you the better."

The man who closed the door behind the two of you had to be roughly your mother's age, were she still alive; he was tall and somewhat fierce, the sort of individual you didn't want to meet in a dark alley at night, but then he smiled kindly at you, and you felt safe all of a sudden. His skin was, unsurprisingly, covered in ink; arms, neck, shins, any part of his body left exposed by his clothes was tattooed.

"You must be (name); it is good to meet you. And Zeff's boy! A real pleasure. I am Den, welcome to our island."

You both shook hands with him, before Den gave you a minute to look around. You didn't remember your only, traumatic visit to a tattoo parlour, but this was roughly like you imagined it. A work table cluttered with tools you didn't know the name of, coloured ink bottles, dirty rags and other things; a reclining chair with a stool and a floor lamp next to it; pieces of paper of all sizes on the walls, showcasing the various designs the artist could realize.

You looked at your boyfriend, both of your arms protectively hugging your abdomen. How can you be sure this man will not betray us?, you wanted to ask him, but before you could utter a word, Den lifted the bottom hem of his own shirt, exposing a large tattoo of dancing blue flames.

The tattoo covered his abdomen.

"I have been enslaved when I was eight, after a reversal of fortunes made my parents unable to pay their debts." he explained softly "When I was a little older than you, I was able to escape. I wandered around for a while, running from the Marines, and I thought I would starve or never find a home to call my own until I met a young woman who was the apprentice of a tattoo artist, and she decided to help me, even though her master would have probably killed her if he knew. She gave me this tattoo, to cover my slave mark; and then she taught me, so that we could do the same for whoever needs it."

"Den has met Zeff years ago; he told me all about this tattoo artist friend of his when I was younger, so I called the Baratie two days ago and asked for directions." Sanji happily explained "Den is going to cover your slave mark, so that you won't have to hide anymore."

"Free of charge." the tattoo artist hastened to add, rubbing his hands together as if he couldn't wait to get to work "Although, if you are really Zeff's former apprentice, my wife and I wouldn't say no to a home-cooked meal! What would you like, missy? Many girls ask for flowers, or an heart; the jolly roger of your crew could be a nice idea, even though that's... incriminating as well..."

Sanji saw you bit your lip. "You needn't worry; you are safe, otherwise I wouldn't have brought you here." he reassured you, suddenly unsure of his plan; the fact that Zeff trusted Den was enough to reassure him, but perhaps it would have been better if the two of you had discussed this before... "If you want... to think about it for a while, I'm sure we can..."

"No." you stopped him; and a moment later, he saw you smile "I'm going to do it. I want to do it. Den-san, could you draw me a bird?"

The artist promptly answered he could tattoo sparrows, eagles, cranes, parrots - whatever you wanted. He took a pencil and a sketchpad from the work-table, and you guided him in drawing a long-winded bird that, you told him and Sanji, was present in large numbers in the kingdom you grew up in.

"My mother loved birds, and she told me the stern was famous for the huge distances it covered during migration; they could fly from one side of the world to the other, tirelessly, unafraid of predators and inclement weather. We would see them sometimes, at our master's farm, and while we had been instructed to chase them away, I loved them and sometimes I stole bread to feed them. All birds are free, unlike me at the time, but they could travel far and wide, the sky was their only limit... I would have given anything to be one of them."

You smiled. "And now I am; I am free, like a stern, with my own flock. Covering a slave mark with the image of a bird is the best revenge I can ask for."

Den asked you to sit on the reclining chair and immediately got to work, perched on the stool next to you. Sanji hovered nearby, not wanting to disturb the artist, anxiously observing the tattoo taking shape; completely still, your shirt lifted so that it only covered your breast, you seemed completely at ease, smiling happy as if not feeling the pain of the large needle pricking your skin.

"You can admit this is all because you want to see me naked." you whispered when Den had to leave you for a moment to take a smaller needle; the gratitude and affection in your eyes were so intense Sanji felt overwhelmed for a moment. Neither of you spoke, but your thoughts, your emotions, had never been so clear to each other like in that moment; you had never spoken of love yet, it was too early and neither wanted to rush things, but there was no other name to describe the intimacy of that moment, the quiet but intense bond of two people completely focused on each other, so full of devotion and warmth the world had all but disappeared around them.

"Exactly, that's the only reason." he answered, doing his best not to smile "And what a lucky coincidence, I have always liked tattooed women..."

It took Den almost two hours to finish your tattoo; Sanji had seen it taking shape little by little, while you had avoided looking at your abdomen, preferring to see the complete result only.

"That's it, perfect." the artist said in the end, his voice full of satisfaction, as he stood from the stool and cracked his neck "Ready to see it, missy?"

"Of course I am!"

A full-figure mirror was placed against one of the walls of the room; you stood and walked to it, already anticipating the joy of seeing your tattoo and at the same time fearing you wouldn't like it. You held your breath... and then you smiled, observing the small but resilient bird taking flight on your abdomen, its long-winged black body only slightly longer than the mark it was covering, and of which there was no trace.

Sanji, by now more than capable to read your emotions, smiled as well. "Do you like it?"

"I love it! Oh, it is so beautiful!" you exclaimed, turning on one side and the other to observe your new tattoo from different angles; it was really lovely, but as well as from a purely aesthetic point of view, and the pleasure of having your favourite animal engraved on your skin, you loved what it represented: the freedom you had always been entitled, the memory of your mother, and the determination to never let anyone decide for you and your life "Oh, Den-san, thank you so much!"

The artist smiled, clearly pleased with the result of his work and not only that; you couldn't believe you had felt intimidated by him, only two hours ago. "I'm glad I could help. No one deserves to carry that filth on their skin, especially a nice girl like you. Hope it brings you luck, and say hi to Zeff for me when you hear from him!"

You thanked him again and again before you and your boyfriend left, leaving Den to his affairs and to open to the public. This time you didn't bother checking for Marines nearby, or to make sure your tattoo wasn't visible under your shirt; the ugly mark, memento of a past you wouldn't have to relive ever again, was gone, replaced by a symbol of freedom and resilience you were determined to honor every day of your life.

"Do the others know?" you asked in a whisper as you walked away from the tattoo parlour, hand in hand; your tattoo was now bandaged, and Den had thoroughly instructed you on how to care for it, including an ointment you needed to buy to clean it twice a week.

Sanji shook his head. "Well, Nami does, or at least she will know what that little bird is for once she sees it. The others don't know anything; I told Luffy, Zoro and Usopp we needed to make a detour here for a very important reason that concerned you and your safety; no one had anything against it. They'll probably be surprised to see it, but I don't think they'll insist to know the truth... unless you decide to tell them."

You smiled, heart full of affection and gratitude for your friends; you knew knowing about your past as a slave would change nothing in their opinion of you, and if ever you were in danger of being enslaved again, they would tirelessly defend you. Yes, you might decide to tell them the truth; one day. Now, for a while, you just wanted to enjoy this, not having to hide, to hate your body, to close your eyes every time you even just had to change your shirt.

You were free - finally, completely, irrevocably free, and while you had risked your life to escape, and again as you ran from your master and did all you could to stay hidden, of this you had to thank no one but the handsome young man next to you.

"I... I really don't know what to say." you murmured in the end, as you approached the town center "There are no words to describe how grateful I am; I'll never thank you enough..."

"Then don't." your boyfriend suggested with a smile; he stopped walking and took your face in his hands, his blue eyes sparkling as if he were the one who had just received the best, most thoughtful gift of his life "I only want you to be happy and serene, and unafraid. What about we celebrate with an ice-cream?"

"That's a splendid idea. My treat this time."

"If you really want to..."

You laughed, wondering if you had ever felt this happy; it was as if your heart were soaring, high and free, there were the stern flies. You kissed Sanji, and he kissed you, unheeding of the people who could see the two of you.

"Let's go." you said then; your boyfriend smiled, and he let your hand guide him along the busy street.

TAGGING @xx-all-purpose-nerd-xx. Hope you like this!

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Black Leg Sanji #Vinsmoke Sanji #Sanji #Black Leg Sanji x reader #Vinsmoke Sanji x reader #Sanji x reader #Taz Skylar #Bellona's stuff

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rosewaterandivy · 9 months

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rockstar!reader who met actor!steve through eddie after A LOT of coaxing and doesn't really keep up with the film scene. which is part of the appeal for steve because you don't play into the hype of publicity and industry events.

he offhandedly mentions the emmy's and if you'd like to go with him one lazy afternoon in mid-july. you agree and then promptly forget about it until your assistant reminds you months later.

(continued under the cut)

your stylist pulls something from mcqueen and hopes for the best because all you could get from steve's team was that he'd be wearing blue - typical.

he’s one of the final few to walk the press line and you hang back, ignoring the calls of your name, not wanting to draw any more attention away from him than you can help.

originally, you’d wanted to skip the carpet altogether but then steve had hit you with those patented puppy dog eyes and you’d folded like a house of cards— pathetic.

once inside and settled at the table, you recognize a few familiar faces— eddie is there, his girlfriend having been nominated for best writing in a comedy series, and you wave to a couple of friends.

the ceremony begins and some presenter comments, “steve harrington is here tonight, congrats to my man for landing a certified baddie— love that you’re here and lookin’ fine as hell girl!”

steve rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah,” and fixes you with a look that would’ve rendered boneless had you been standing. you pray that it’s the last time the cameras would be focused on you that evening.

but then steve’s name is called in the first category for lead actor in a limited series or anthology, so the cameras remain close to your table. his name echoes through the space when the winner babbles, "I can't believe i beat steve harrington!" he's gracious in defeat, you'll give him that. you wished you could say the same for some of the other nominees.

but the fact remains that steve (that little fucker) hadn't told you a single thing about it! so you're playing catch-up, smiling pretty as if you have any idea what's going on, and furiously texting eddie during commercial breaks when steve is mingling.

eds: how you holdin up?

you: wtf

eds: i take it he didn't tell you he was nominated?

you: uh, neither did you! you're both on my shit list

eds: 😬

you: 🔪🔪🔪

eventually, steve returns to your side and the cameras fan out for the other categories of the evening.

"seems that some vital pieces of information were left out of the welcome packet, harrington."

"really?" he smirks wickedly, taking a sip from his bourbon, "did i forget to mention something?"

the drinks kept on coming, the only thing that could be relied upon at at event such as this. a few of the people at your table chatted with you about your upcoming album and tour, which was enough to take your mind off the fact that steve's hand remained firmly affixed to your thigh for the majority of the evening.

the real high point of the night was when his name echoed throughout the theater again for best actor in a drama series, met with a near-deafening round of applause and a look of shock, that had you pulling him up and cheering.

steve blinked and shook his head in disbelief, before tugging you to his side and kissing the breath from your lungs. you could just make out eddie's piercing wolf-whistle from across the room. as you parted, you thumbed away a bit of lipstick that had transferred to his mouth. he pressed another kiss to your cheek before he left, dustin throwing an arm over your shoulder, "holy fucking shit."

he thanked the cast and crew, his team, your name sweetly tossed in with the others— people he loved and celebrated. steve was barely back at the table before having to do it all again, the cast clambering up on stage to accept the final award of the evening for best drama series. you tried to stay in the moment, but could feel the camera on your face during their speeches. would not be surprised at all to wake up the next day and see the headlines: so much for 'just friends'— Emmy winner Steve Harrington is officially off the market!

Rockstar GF, step aside, the world's most in-demand career is now taken by Steve Harrington: Rockstar BF.

your poor publicist, you made a note to send her something nice. or several somethings, because the way your phone was buzzing, you were sure the photo from steve's win where he'd all but shoved his tongue down your throat, was already making the rounds.

eddie found you as the ceremony wrapped, polishing off your drink and steve's. he sat with you as people filed out, or swung by the table to congratulate you on steve's win (which, what?) and on your album. eventually, security found you and pulled you backstage with eddie.

steve was answering a few last-minute questions while you and eddie cheered him on. staying toward the back, you wanted to give them their moment without overstepping. he's double-fisting both emmy awards, turning his left hand to check his watch briefly.

"okay, let's do one more question. any takers?"

"hi," a familiar voice pipes up, "nancy byers, new york times."

"nance!" steve crows, "what're you doing here?!"

“my job steve,” she laughs. “so, first of all congratulations on your wins this evening, and my question for you is: what's next for you? what can we expect from steve harrington, two-time emmy award winner?"

he blushes, ducking his head bashfully. "aw, shucks nance." he laughs, eyes finding you on the side-stage and giving you a wink. "i'm uh," he worries his lip between his teeth, "i dunno. think a tour might be in my future, maybe? not sure, i'll have to check."

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #🏃🏻‍♀️💨#modern!actor!steve

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 month

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I just gotta say I absolutely love what you did with the blog change, the new banner thingies you do for each character looks really nice!! :D

And might I request just some general smut headcanons for my man's Goto, chrono and chisaki?

(Thank you! Now if only I could stay consistent with updating the masterlist or writing in general. THEN it would be 100% the best haha! Until then, I can only dream. Ramblings aside, I feel like I've done something for Chisaki and Chrono at least once in the past before but I'm too lazy to search the masterlist. So just in case, let's do it again!)

~Muscular/Chisaki/Hari Smut Headcanons~

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-This has probably been mentioned in the past but should be brought up again...you have to have a certain type of thick skin to put up with this man. This is regarding the relationship in general. At least as far as LOV asshole status goes, you might have a better chance trying to reason with Shigaraki or Dabi. With Muscular, you absolutely cannot take things to heart. He's gruff...he's a gruff man and that's the best way to describe it with him. Now leading into the smut:

-Being hardheaded and stubborn means he has a certain way he wants to go about things. That means if you ever had any hopes of topping him then you're just shit out of luck. 99.9% of the time during sex he's calling the shots. That other small percentage was the one singular time he let you take over on your anniversary. Even THEN he still ended up leading near the end of things. He just can't help being in control most of the time/all the time. Hopefully that doesn't get to you too much because otherwise it may lead to an unwinnable argument.

-He's a little rougher with the things he does. That bein said, he's not a monster! You don't have to worry about him doing anything despicable like taking things too far when you're not for it, or hurting you during it (on purpose at least). He obviously cares enough to be in a relationship with you so no worries there. Also, he's fine implementing some form of a safeword if you feel you really need it. He's grimey but again, he's not a monster.

-Bravo for getting him to be in a relationship with you in the first place. Bravo for even getting him to notice you long enough to hold a conversation without looking at you in disgust. He's surprised by his own actions and so are you (no more so than Pops. The old man is the most shocked by everything). Anyhow, he cares for you but can tend to be selfish with things. Give him a break as he's still learning how to love and how to go about things in a relationship both sexual and nonsexual.

-Beforehand he's going to obviously request you get cleaned up. Don't try to get him with the "but Kai, we're both just going to get dirty again" speech because it's not going to work unfortunately. It's like a chore but you'll come to find that the headache is worth the reward. Once between the sheets you realize he's learned so much since the last few times. He's sickened by the thought (and embarrassed too) but he's spent some time researching just for you. He applies what he's learned and then proceeds to perfect it bit by bit. He won't let anything he does to you be taken terribly whatsoever. He wants to be able to KNOW he's done a good job pleasing you.

-His pace can tend to be a bit slower sometimes, along the line of making love rather than straight up fucking. However, his tune changes easily based on how the night is going and how badly he wants to finish. Speaking of finishing, don't ask him to finish anywhere but in you or in a condom. Splashing bodily fluids all over the place creates unnecessary mess so unfortunately (if you're into facials) you won't be getting one unless you wear into him for a long while until he breaks. Oh, and expect the cleanup to come afterwards too. A mandatory shower before aftercare cuddles is the main thing to expect. As mentioned beforehand, the headache is worth the reward.

-Talk about fun sex, this is the man to fulfill that. It's rare he can be anything but teasing both in and out of the bedroom. Dating him is like dating a best friend. He's pretty much the best partner of the 3. He's attentive and listens to your needs. Don't get me wrong, he's still a little bit of an ass but a teasing one at that. It may get to be annoying how many times he tires to get into your pants once the two of you start dating but if you let him know the jokes annoy you then he'll try to cool off on them for you. He understands not to push his limits too much when it comes to you.

-A lot of times he'll try to draw a little laughter out of you during sex. That way once you're laughing he can swiftly turn it into moans for him. It's like a challenge for this man almost. The sex blindsides you too. One minute you'll be outside in the backyard chatting and laughing on the picnic blanket and then the next thing you know you're giving him a handy in the shed. Other times you're chilling on the couch playing games or watching a movie before you find yourself on the carpet while he puts his tongue to work. Sometimes you might find yourself walking into it thinking you'll just have a quick shower together before suddenly your back is against the wall while he's plowing into you beneath the warm water flowing from the showerhead. Roll the dice on it.

-Despite this, he's really a great person to date outside of sex. If for whatever reason you were seeking a friends with benefits type of relationship, I can see him falling in love rather quickly. Maybe it happens more quickly than you think.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #overhaul #kai chisaki #muscular bnha #goto imasuji #hari kurono #chronostasis bnha #smut #minors dni #minor dni #headcanons

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subehind · 4 months

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Keigo saves lives

(Keigo being the system of humble/polite/honorific speech in Japanese)

A several times already I stumbled upon a posts saying this is the one thing they cannot forgive Sukuna.

Fucker burns down half of Shibuya and this is what overcooks your pasta? Smh

Anyway, he was right to be insulted by the twins‘ request and you know why?

Because the phrasing of the request was shit.

The level of politeness they used was basic at best and lazy at worst. The form (koroshi)te kudasai is a grammar form you learn fairly early on just to not sound like a complete degenerate, but you only use it casually with people you know. A cashier would not use it towards a customer, business partners would not use it towards each other. That's how basic and lazy it is.

And these two said it to a king. When asking for something that benefits them and burdens him. Fuckin' hell, like what were they expecting? Them kneeling, head on the floor and saying *this* is the linguistic equivalent of wearing a ball gown with sneakers.

And it's also clear they know how to speak properly, because a moment later they one says "o oshie shimasu" (for "we'll tell you"). That's a humble form, that's proper given the circumstances.

THEN WHY THE HELL DID THEY GO WITH THE BASIC FORM WHEN ASKING FOR THE FAVOUR IN THE FIRST PLACE!

It's laughable. And it is an insult not only to Sukuna, but also to all the Japanese language learners, who spend hours writing a formal e-mail trying to get it as right and polite as possible, because there is so much you can fuck up it is an excuse to do a tequila shot in 10 am. They were stupid and they had it coming because they should have known better. Sukuna would probably still kill them anyway, but at least they would not have embarrass themselves as they did.

Why not just straight up tell him "korose" as if he were dog.

So next time, ladies, go for something better. Such as "koroshite kudasaimasen ka", "koroshite itadakemasen ka", "koroshite itadakenai deshō ka" or "koroshite itadaitemo yoroshī deshō ka" (and the list goes on and on and on). Hell, even "okoroshi kudasai" would have been better then this disgrace of a politeness. A big difference is the "ka" at the end, which makes it grammatically a question (=> request), not an order.

Remember, kids, when speaking in Japanese - the longer, the more polite. And when talking to this asshole, you might wanna take it up a notch.

#Hell if I had Sukuna's reputation and position and somebody spoke to me this way I would have killed them too.#if Sukuna granted them their wish I would have been livid #I have been busing my butt for years and you won't find any kind of curse dancing around at my command #let alone the king of them all #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #keigo #behind the sub

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OFMD finale spoilers ahead-

I’m on my third rewatch because I read the Vanity Fair article, and I’ve heard some really interesting opinions that differed from my own, and so I rewatched it with all of that in mind. unfortunately I still just think the last episode was not great. Some stuff I really enjoyed, but a lot that I didn’t.

1) no one searched the hostage for weapons? You’re telling me not one of the people who have been pirates most of their lives thought to search the hostage.

2) Izzy might have insisted, but putting the most notable and visibly recognizable pirate on your crew front and center feels like a very stupid move. A large part of this season was about Stede learning to be a pirate, and it feels like they slashed his character development and Ed, Izzy, Fang, Roach, and several other crew members critical thinking skills because they wanted to kill Izzy.

3) they did a good job foreshadowing his death. I kind of always knew it was coming, but wasn’t paying much attention because I didn’t want to. I really dig the fairytale themes. Someone else mentioned this and once I was looking for it I really loved it!

4) now that I’m looking for it, I see a lot of places where Izzy was a mentor and I get what he was going for and don’t mind it, really like it in some ways. however, the docking joke made me very uncomfortable now that he’s said Ed sees Izzy as a father figure. (I think I was a little delayed on seeing this because I was busy making jokes about how they were cowards for not hiring a child to play Izzy, since in real life he was estimated 15 years old when ~38 year old Ed and Stede met)

5) now that I’ve rewatched it with the writers intent in mind, I still think the “killing your redeemed antagonists” and the “killing your mentors because they have nothing left to teach” troupes are bad and lazy. Knowing that that’s what he was going for didn’t make it less so. I thought it might. If you love this troupe, more power to you, they did a good job with it and this finale was probably right up your alley. I unfortunately find it to be lazy writing and the troupe stopped being good 40 years ago.

6) Lucius was AMAZING this season. I thought his arc dealing with his trauma was very good and very realistic. I love that they didn’t just hand wave off his experience, but had him deal with things in a tangible way.

7) again, I still don’t understand why cartoon rules apply to everyone but Izzy and this gunshot wound.

8) I really loved the relationships between Izzy and the crew this season but especially him and Jim, Frenchie, and Lucius. I thought the casual intimacy really showed how their relationships developed.

9) His death speech and funeral were worse on the second and third watch when I was really paying attention and not bawling my eyes out. Ed has really… not been forgiven by the crew. A lot of them did, but Lucius sure didn’t, and it seems like they accepted his ‘apology’ but they still don’t trust him. So to have his death speech, one, include him taking more accountability for Blackbeard, which Ed hasn’t done at all yet, and then follow it up with the crew being his family who love him felt weird. It felt like that speech was written when we had 2 more episodes of character growth that got cut. Because that did not seem like how they felt. There really wasn’t much happening with the crew during his death or funeral which felt weird. Except Roach at the funeral. That was excellent.

- addendum: I know that death speeches in shows are for the protagonist but I feel like some of it should have been about him, and not an apology? The whole thing just felt awkward. And we have heard from creators that Izzy is a deeply sentimental man, not burying him with his ring and using it as a grave marker where anyone could steal it felt bad.

10) I felt when they first introduced the prince that he was supposed to be a wake up call for Stede. It seemed like he was meant to represent what Stede could have been. A spoiled rich brat with no common sense or thoughts about how his actions effect others. Someone who views themself as a main character and everyone else is a supporting role. When he was first introduced it felt like that was supposed to be a wake up call for Stede- “this is what you could have been if you didn’t want to be better. If you weren’t kinder and more empathetic” and I thought that started off really well, but then it felt like they took back some of Stede’s character development and it didn’t pack as big of a punch.

11) I really feel like Stede and Ed have not been put in a good position to be successful in the very intense relationship they have just started. They have just decided to completely isolate themselves, when we just had a whole episode foreboding doing that. I LOVE Mary and Anne, but I do feel like the finale had Ed and Stede just ignore every warning they got and I feel like that’s been disappointing- feeling like their characters were making progress but ended somewhere where they didn’t actually make any progress. It was all very romantic but lends itself to 0 longevity.

12) Ed especially felt stunted this season. Stede made some great progress, but Ed just kept running away from his problems, figuratively and literally and not taking accountability. I love Ed, but I think if I didn’t already love him before watching this season, this season wouldn’t have convinced me to. I’m not sure where that leaves us for season 3- I think maybe that season will be about him having to actually face himself, and I look forward to it.

Overall I feel like I could have really loved this season if the writers were given more budget and time, and they weren’t, and that’s not their fault. However, I’m really not thrilled about the product we were left with. Which is unfortunately kind of what MAX wants because it has really seemed like they’ve been trying to cut this wildly successful show.

Again, dissatisfaction with a season is not a reason to harass other fans, writers, or actors. I’d love to hear how other people are feeling about things

#ofmd 2 #ofmd season 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd izzy #izzy hands #isreal hands #lucius spriggs #critical

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The alarming path of the Canadian school system:

Over the course of the three and a (little over) half years I have spent in high school I’ve noticed quite a few alarming changes. This post covers most of them.

If you require a trigger warning for opinions that aren’t far left: This is your only warning. Don’t try to debate me. I’m not debating anyone. I’m stating my opinions. I will block you if you try to argue with me. I do not have the time to argue with people on Tumblr about common sense.

Grade 10 Canadian History

The first thing I want to talk about is what inspired this post. I once knew a guy who took Canadian History Since World War One and got a 95 in the class but did not know what the Holocaust or Nazi’s were. He was 16 when we had this conversation. And got a 95 in a class where an entire unit was about World War Two. The one thing he did remember? Japanese internment.

By sticking the word “Canadian” at the start of the course name they have created a course where you can learn about World War Two and never hear a single mention of the Holocaust or Nazi’s. Or even anything outside of Canada for that matter. Even stranger is they additionally failed to mention that the Japanese were not the only people in internment camps. Cause y’know it’s apparently not relevant that German’s, Italian’s, Jewish refugees and very strangely Mennonite’s were also put in them… And I don’t just mean German and Italian POW’s. I mean citizens of Canada who happened to have ancestry from either country.

Why is there only education about it happening to the Japanese? Why don’t we talk about the German’s and Italian’s also imprisoned for no reason? Suddenly considered a national security threat because their ancestors lived in a country they’d in many cases never even stepped foot in… Or the Jewish refugees who got put in the same camps as German POW’s and it took a rather long time for them to be moved to their own camp to protect them from the violence they faced when put with the German’s.

We only learn about the Japanese interment and honestly I think it’s because they’re the “most important” group according to so called egalitarians. The German’s and Italian’s were European so “they can’t be oppressed” and when in history have you seen Jewish people get treated properly? They’re easy to let fall under the radar because when you think of Jewish people in World War Two nobody thinks of Canada.

Grade 12 English

My grade 12 English teacher started off the class by giving us a speech about racism. This was not the “black voices” English class available for grade 12 students. This was a regular English class. Which additionally I think dedicating an entire class to talking about a race is more racist than not but whatever floats their boat I guess. Anyway, the first day he went on a speech about racism. About how black mothers and their kids show love to each other differently. About how abusing your kids is okay if your black because “it’s in our culture”. THE FIRST DAY. Not even into the class with some form of context to make it make sense. That was how he started the class and introduced us to himself.

Additionally, when we talked about the feminist lens in literature we got told being nurturing is a negative thing. Not that it’s not okay to assume all women are made to be nurturers. That being nurturing is a bad thing.

This same teacher also spent the entire semester making fun of housewives. Consistently saying they’re lazy and taking the easy way out.

This man was 31. He’s on the lower end of teachers ages. This is what the new generation of teachers is going to be like and that terrifies me for my future kids if I ever have kids. Especially since many countries have made homeschooling illegal specifically so they can teach your kids how they want them to view the world. While it is legal in Canada (where I live now, obviously) I do intend to move somewhere it’s illegal eventually and that’s genuinely very concerning to see.

Grade 12 World History

My grade 12 World History teacher gave us an entire lesson about how the existence of world maps is racist.

“Why?” You may be wondering.

Because “Europe is bigger than the other continents to show superiority.”

May I now present to you… A map of the world. In which it is clear both the Northern and Southern hemispheres well beyond Europe are larger. Because the Earth is a sphere. And that is how you map out a sphere.

In fact I even think it’s arguable to say Europe looks kind of tiny on here aside from Russia. Which Russia is literally the biggest country in the world so it’s not shocking that they’re noticeable. Unless the problem with these maps is that they’re accurate to the world and it being a sphere?

Additionally, I was curious where my history teacher got nonsense like this. So I googled it. There is no mainstream sources saying this. It is all obscure websites online. Websites a history teacher should never touch when planning a lesson.

Also it was literally a question on the exam. Here’s some proof if you don’t believe me:

There was also multiple times she said white people should be sorry for existing. Please note now that this teacher herself is white. She’s genuinely been convinced her own existence is problematic.

She also once spent an entire class trying to convince us race doesn’t exist and humans made it up. I don’t even know where she got that one from but it uh… It does. You can argue that in most cases “race” refers to species but we all understand that in this context it doesn’t and she knew it didn’t. She genuinely tried to convince us different skin colours don’t exist and there’s no physical difference between different races. Which while it’s not inherently true that races have physical factors beyond skin colour ethnicity does. And more often than not someone’s race and ethnicity correlate and you can guess one based on the other to some extent even if it’s only narrowed down to a continent. Don’t nitpick with what words mean. We all know we use these words interchangeably and that they are interchangeable in real conversation even if they aren’t by their definition.

Another thing: We had an entire lesson on how the existence of European history is inherently wrong. Essentially getting told Europe should not exist. She completely glossed over the fact that every continent has had countries invade others. In fact when she did talk about other continents countries invading places she gave us a whole sob story about why it was okay that those people k*ll3d people but oh no it’s oh so different when a European country did it.

The biggest thing was when she completely skipped over the entire First World War because “it’s European”. A) WORLD war. B) ONE OF THE MOST IMPORTANT EVENTS IN HISTORY. But no you can’t teach that because it involves Europeans.

I also once got told to write an assignment about how to create a society where everyone in it is far left politically. I had to ask someone how to reword “show the children propaganda” in order to complete that assignment because that is genuinely the only way to create a society like that. Even the person I was explaining it to said it was insane. Because it was literally an assignment to write about how to create a dictatorship where we weren’t allowed to make it sound like that was what it was or we’d get in trouble for not agreeing with what we were being told to believe.

Morning Announcements

I don’t know if America does this but Canadian schools replaced the pledge to the flag with the land acknowledgment.

Don’t get me wrong I’m not denying that this land belongs to native people. No what I’m saying is that I don’t think they want to be reminded every single morning with a 5 minute speech about how their land was stolen.

Personally I’m more of a European’s moving back to Europe person. I don’t have anything against the indigenous peoples of North America. I want to leave specifically because this is not my land.

However, taking out the pledge to remind people their land was stolen feels more disrespectful than just saying the pledge and respecting the country??

People can argue that the flag has been used to disrespect indigenous people but the Canadian flag used by those types of people is the red ensign flag. They do not use the maple leaf flag to spread hate. They use the red ensign flag. Or they just walk into the capital with Nazi flags because that happened in 2022. Yet somehow there was more silence surrounding actual Nazi flags than our national flag. More people in this country hate our national flag than actual Nazi flags. You objectively have your priorities beyond fucked up if you think that way.

Why Is This Alarming

So, why do I find this so alarming?

Because it’s pushing the idea that we as a nation need to have one collective opinion and world view. Doesn’t that sound reminiscent of something?

…Maybe oh I dunno…

The beginning of a dictatorship?

Dictatorships start with propaganda in schools. What exactly does this all sound like? Propaganda in schools. Historically we hear about dictatorships and think of fascism. Fascists are not the only people capable of dictatorship. Left wing dictatorship is more than possible and is not a positive thing for anyone no matter what their opinions are.

By no means am I calling Canada a dictatorship. It’s not. I am incredibly grateful for the rights and freedoms this country gives me and I hate when American’s try to make it sound like a dictatorship. But this is objectively a very alarming path that Canadian schools have been taking and I do feel it’s necessary to address this.

This is the type of issue that people will hate anyone who calls it out right now but some day people will ask why nobody did anything about it.

Let me remind you of one thing: Nothing in history has happened overnight. It’s always been built over time. It’s always “oh just one tiny thing” “oh one more tiny thing” until it’s not one tiny thing. It’s a bunch of tiny things stacked up in a trench coat except the trench coat is made of tiny things.

I know to many people all these things sound good. But you need to realize they’re not. They’re harming this country far more than they will ever benefit it.

#tw politics #political #tradblr #traditional #traditionalism #traditional lifestyle #traditional living #catholic #traditional relationships #traditional values #trad #traditional gender roles #traditional marriage

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mytheoristavenue · 1 year

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TMNT Thanksgiving Special!

Summary: How you spend Thanksgiving with the trutles!

Warnings: None, just fluff!

It's worth mentioning that the turtles had never had a traditional thanksgiving dinner before they met you. Usually, it wasn't something Splinter could have pulled off with his lack of resources. Though he did very much want the boys to experience the Japanese version of the holiday, considering their secrecy, celebrating the way he had as a child would have been out of the question.

This year was going to be different though, because they had you, who knew how to cook, at least half decently, and April, who could at least follow directions.

It wasn't a very large affair, just a turkey that you'd managed to find on sale, some mashed potatoes, green beans, and rolls. All made by the two of you, of course.

All of the boys, (apart from Raph and Casey) had offered to help, but the pair of you would simply share a look, giggle, and send them off on some time consuming chore to make them feel helpful.

Currently, Donnie and Leo were setting the table, murmuring to each other about how nice their misshapen silverware looked all wrapped in paper towels, or how fancy the kitchen island looked with the tacky plastic table cloth that you'd snagged from the dollar store (on clearance) laid across it.

You had to giggle at them as they marveled at things that were so mundane to you. You often times forgot how fascinated they could be by the simplest things, due to their short time on the surface.

Figures often bustled in and out of the kitchen, prompting you and your assistant chef to immediately come to blows with anyone deemed unworthy of being in the space. In your defense, it was usually one of whom you'd nicknamed the 'Lazy Trio', trying to sneak bites of whatever you were making at the time.

Occasionally, Splinter would come in to make a fresh pot of tea, or Leo or Donnie would offer to wash up the dishes made so far, which you always obliged.

When the feast was ready to be served, April whistled through her fingers, and you were pleasantly surprised to find that, for maybe the first time since you'd met the turtles, everyone in the lair had obliged, all now waiting eagerly at the table.

A few, including Mikey and Casey had trouble keeping them contained, struggling not to reach across the table to dig in before the meal was actually served.

When it was, Splinter was awarded the honor of carving the bird, something he wasn't prepared for, but graciously accepted anyways.

"Many years ago, my life was changed forever." He began a speech, head held high, so not to show tears welling in his eyes. "I suddenly found myself a father, once again, and I have always done what I felt was right to honor my sons, even if that meant shielding them from all outside factors. However, over the last several months, I have come to realize that not only do I have my four sons to cherish, but I have the loveliest of daughters as well."

Your cheeks burned at his words, and the way your 'brothers' cheered you both for making this holiday possible for them.

"And of course, my son, Casey." Splinter finished with a smile, having spotted the boy pouting in his seat from not being spoken of.

The meal was followed by everyone gathering in the living room, watching a live feed of the Macy's Day Parade, resting off your amazing cooking.

You yourself sat cuddled up to someone special, nuzzling your face into his arm and dozing off, securely enveloped in scaly arms.

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shitpostingkats · 6 months

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Since I think you have met most of the Ignis now- what's your thoughts on them so far? They are like one of my favorite things in Vrains so I wanna hear your thoughts :DDD

BOY ARE YOU IN LUCK BECAUSE I HAVE MANY MANY THINGS TO SAY ABOUT THEM! :D

For anyone who isn't op, these rambles will include SPOILERS up to the end of season two of yugioh vrains. If ye wish to not know, scroll past quickly.

Okay SO:

Ai- Little little guy. I freaking love him so much. Yugioh has pretty consistently done a Dark =/= Bad and Light =/= Good, (more on that later) and Ai is such a freaking good entry into that. Ai is the dark ignis and he's the most human of them all, messy and lazy and silly. And he's like the only one of them who has ANY non-cyberse, non-Lost Incident life experience like!!!! Of course he talks like a comments section! Of course he has free will and self awareness and the first thing he did to prove this was "exerting his free will" by rolling his eye(s)! And OH MY GOD him and Yusaku. The relationship each ignis has with their lost child is SO important to me. Ai and Yusaku are, on the surface, the most different, but where they agree is their sense of surety and their sense of freedom. Ai and Yusaku have the exact same confidence in themselves. In Yusaku, it's the self confidence of knowing he's done everything he can and is smart enough to be prepared for anything. When Ai tells him "just get lucky!" and Yusaku goes "No, I'm not going to get lucky, but I'm going to win anyway." And that's SO fascinating because Ai has that same self confidence, but essentially learned it from Yusaku, that survival response of 'I am good enough that this will work'. Yusaku taught Ai everything about asserting yourself, and it's buried beneath layers and layer of different experiences, but fundamentally they're the same, the same trauma of 'I will be better. I will be enough by myself, because I am in this alone.' and then they find they are both strong but they're stronger together and it makes me want to BITE SOMETHING.

(Readmore because this got long whoops)

Flame- Why is he britsh??? Theo isn't british. He was not made in britain nor was anyone on the project british. I can only assume he purposefully chose that accent to make himself sound smarter. I love him for it. Flame and Theo are tied up in a lot of headcanon for me, most specifically I think Theo is the lost kid who lost the most (barring Spectre, who sometimes lost on purpose) before getting the hang of the game. Thus, his whole rising from the ashes motif. Teddy and Flame are the survival response of spitting out a tooth and getting back up again. They lived through the incident by refusing to stay down, and yet somehow they came out of it as a friendly jock and a silly little nerd guy. The obvious care they have for each other absolutely sends me. Flame's argument against the war is literally "We can coexist with humans. I am coexisting with a human right now, and you cannot stop me." When his home was destroyed the first thing he did was seek out Theodore. I AM GOING INSANE. And of course Theo dropped everything and moved across the country just to help someone he really didn't know before that day ARE YOU KIDDING ME. They are involved in this entire story because they cannot comprehend not helping eachother. Also, again, jock and nerdy solidarity but the dorky guy with the glasses is the jock and the literal being of fire is the nerd.

Lightning- ALSO INSANE ABOUT HIM. JUST IN CASE YOU WERE WONDERING. Okay so like I said I have only recently finished season 2 and haven't started on 3 yet so we haven't had a whole lot of screentime with Jin so I can only guess on how they impact and inform each other but. OH MAN. I mean, I feel like I have to take a whole section just to talk about his PERFORMANCE. His english voice acting is phenomenal, just the right amount of utterly sinister, tempered with this no-nonsense confidence that feels perfect for his grand speeches of logical thinking. Lightning is terrifying, easily one if not the stand out villain performance in all of yugioh for me. You don't side with him, but the audience can see exactly how he gets from Point A to Point B, and that clarity of reason makes him both easily understandable and terrifying. And his visual aesthetics. Blinding light, scorching brilliance, the exact same electricity that the Lost Incident is so known for. Lighting shares a lot with his progenitor experiment, with both him and Revolver learn from Dr. Kogami's "The ends justify the means" approach. Really, Lightning and Revolver are the real opposed rivals here, except they're both the villain so neither one can narratively win. All they can do is ensure the other loses. And I said we haven't seen too much from Jin yet but that does not stop me from CONNECTING SOME THEMATIC DOTS. The complete and total shutdown of Jin compared to the detatched and pragmatic coldness of Lightning. Their survival instinct is disassociation. Shutting off the panicking part of the brain, and all its human responses, in favor of pure autopilot and a "Whatever It Takes" approach to ensure continued survival. Lightning rejects so much of where he cam from, but is so clearly the product of the Lost Incident, and more specifically, Jin. Of humanity. He's got this great line towards Ai where he berates him for basically screwing around in cyberspace for five years, while the rest of them were being actively targeted. Hunted. Surviving. Ai got new experiences, isn't defined as strongly by his trauma. But Lightning and Jin? Both of them completely froze their development, are still stuck in their survival instincts, and cannot move on from it. And I have a pet theory that may or may not see validation, that the Armatos Legios aren't really Lightning's. I mean, roman gladiator don't really tie into anything else about his aesthetics. No, I think no matter what he pretends, the Armatos are Jin's deck, and Lightning is still using them, after all these years.

Windy- Haha silly little fast talk guy who- THIS SIX INCH TALL LITTLE FELLA STRAIGHT UP KILLED HIS LOST KID. This little whirlygig canonically ended the life of his counterpart, something Lightning himself actually frowned upon. I think about this way too much. Windy isn't pragmatic, he isn't logical, he's the free spirited "fuck around" to Lightning's "find out". Windy does what he wants when he wants, and that's somehow equally as scary as Lightning's calculated cruelty. I am gutted we didn't get to meet or ever find out anything more about his human partner, and I'm pretty sure that's the whole point. There was a kid out there with his own struggles, his own problems, his own ways of dealing with the trauma of the Lost Incident, and we just. We will never get to meet him. Windy's kid is the first casualty in this war, and we never get to even learn his name. Also the ramifications of Windy being so cavalier about killing someone who is in some lights a version of himself, of the casual dehumanization Windy takes, not just to himself, but to his fellow Ignis. When threatening to kill Ai, Lightning had a "Well, it will kill 16% of our population, but it will ensure the safety of 84% of us." Windy has no such calculation. Windy doesn't bat an eye at his own death, or the death of another Ignis. And yet. And yet. And yet. When designing a servant for himself, Windy formed one out of a music note. A treble clef. The symbol for the start of a song. Does it mean something? Probably not. But I am freaking haunted by the idea that this wounded ai escaped a second attack on his world, and started rebuilding, not weapons, or schemes. But a new home, and one with music.

Aqua- You know, the ignis are one of the few artificial intelligences where it kinda makes sense that they have genders. Aqua is a girl because she learned from a girl. Her femininity is a gift, or a memorial. So is her kindness. Aqua is the only ignis who really internalized hope and compassion. She sees truth and she doesn't let it break her, she fights by encouraging choice, by asking for opportunity. Her refusing to tell Earth which way to feel in regards to the question of Humans vs. Ignis is such a poignant moment for me, that here is someone who understands better than anyone, what Lightning feels and how humans act, but rather than share her suspicions, she asks Earth to form his own opinion, not just listen to her as his only source. In general, I just like Earth and Aqua's dynamic so much. Two sweet protectors, two pacifists, represented by plant life and water??? Good good good visual motifs. That said, I definitely think Aqua is a character they could do a lot more with. All the other Ignis are just so weird, so charmingly strange in any conversation, that it feels a bit of a missed opportunity that Aqua seems completely "normal" and well adjusted. I also am saddened we haven't seen Miyu aside from in a coma or in flashbacks, because as I mentioned, I am utterly insane for the ignis/lost kids dynamics. But she got introduced pretty late in season two, so I'm holding out hope that we see more of Aqua (and maybe Miyu!) in season 3. Also, the crystal heart combo was some of my favorite gameplay story telling this season, hands down.

Earth- Pour one out for my guy. They really did that to him. As silly as Spectre's backstory is, it really gets me that he has this deeply unhealthy attachment to literally anyone who offers him a place to belong. And his Ignis is the protector, the caregiver. Earth, who can make flowers bloom with barely a thought, who's "socially awkward" but genuinely kind, comes from the child who just wanted attention and was at home in the forest. The freaking hardest gutpunch of the season for me was when Earth is being ripped apart, and we cut to Spectre, shedding a single tear, and he has no idea why. Also THAT'S A PLOTLINE THAT REALLY EXISTS IN YUGIOH. Earth's death is almost jump-scaringly brutal, from the same series that brought you such fun euphemisms for a character being killed as "sent to the shadow realm" and "retired retired". Yeah, no, here's a character being systematically unmade, then those leftover pieces shoved into one dude's brain. The dub could have downplayed it, but the sheer horror every character gives when Gore has his big reveal, really sells the brutality of Sol Tech towards these ai, and any living being that isn't contributing to their bottom dollar. Ryoken's cold deliverance to Ai and Flame about Earth's fate, even almost making light of the situation, had me 100% down to declare for the ignis because what the hell, you can't just do that. If Ai turns heel next season, I'm not saying I support him, but I get it. Earth's death feels like it rattles the whole narrative, in a way that forced me to be just as distraught and emotionally invested as the characters. That's good storytelling babey.

This got long, and this is barely scratching the surface on some of my thoughts for these silly little computer guys.

Needless to say, I enjoy them <3

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rey-jake-therapist · 3 months

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Elementary fandom vs other fandoms

A while ago I posted about Elementary after I watched a couple of episodes to say I didn't like it. I was just fresh out of watching the four seasons of the BBC Sherlock and it just didn't feel right, I didn't like it at all.

Finally, because I was too lazy to look for another show to watch, I kept watching and now, I'm at season 7 😅 Did my mind fundamentally change? Honestly, no. BBC Sherlock will always be superior to me, I don't care it's trendy to hate it now. I do like Elementary now, though. Sherlock and Joan (well especially Joan) have grown on me. I still think Elementary lacks originality, I find the structure of the episodes too rigid, there are way too many episodes, things in the global story I really don't like. The copaganda for example, urgh... There's a lot of screen time dedicated to the cops and how good and honest and united they are. There are some bad apples but we're really supposed to believe that they're *rare*.... And I love Marcus Bell and Captain Gregson but they're so smart you even wonder why they need Sherlock in the first place 😂 But there are things I really love too: Joan being more than a sidekick to Sherlock is one of them. She has agency, he trains her, respects her.... I must say, it's pleasant to see. Also I love seeing Sherlock being a mentor. That's what he should be, really...

Another thing this show did for me was to convince me to read the ACD canon books. I read a couple of them when I was a teen but I was more a Hector Poirot girlie - EDIT: damn autocorrect! his name's Hercule of course). I know for a fact that Elementary Sherlock is closer to the book that BBC Sherlock, and the show makes multiple references to the ACD canon but I'm unable to identify most of them, which probably influences my reaction to the show. I need to read the books and watch the show again :)

So, it's a fine detective show, a feel good show as well because the morals is always good, characters given a second chance when they mess up, bad guys punished as they should.... Johnny Lee Miller does a fine job at showing the character's complex personality, and his partnership with Lucy Liu is flawless :) They're just adorable together. They totally remind me of Mulder and Scully, but without the unbearable sexual tension, which is why I spent 6 seasons 1/2 being fine with the fact that they wouldn't end up together as a couple.

I wish I had known the fandom when the show was broadcasting, because I haven't heard of any fit of rage when Joan and Sherlock didn't become canon?? And yet lmao, at least 70% of their interactions is romance-coded. Like, if JohnLock shippers think they were baited, Sherlock and Joan shippers were baited much, much more. Seriously, there's even a declaration of LOVE. When Sherlock has to run away to London, Joan follows him there!! They're completely co-dependant, all their attempt to have romantic relationships with other people fail... At some point Joan needs to go her own way and Sherlock respect that.

They take care of each other, all the time. If one is in danger, the other becomes feral. Sherlock especially would do everything to protect Joan from getting harm, and surely so would she. There are so many moments that could be confused with jealousy/possessiveness, so many sweet speeches that probably made the shippers think, "no way this is platonic!" .

Not me, though, because I believe in platonic love, always did, and that's what Sherlock's story was always about: a strong, unbreakable bond between two people who love each other but don't need to have sex to feel or express it. I say they remind me of Mulder and Scully because in both cases, it didn't have to become a romance. I shipped Mulder and Scully, yes, but for years I was quite certain that they woud never become romantic and I was fine with that. What they had was already beautiful.

And frankly, Joan and Sherlock's friendship higlights everything that's wrong with Sherlock and John's in the BBC show. It's a balanced relationship! they didn't have to become a romance because they're a perfect friendship, but if they did it would be ok, because it would not be toxic. Joan never beat Sherlock up, for a start. She never slaps him, they never insult each other. Sherlock is sometimes a prick to her but he always comes around because he respects her a lot. There's nothing in their interactions that makes me think, "wow, if they were a couple that would be so fucked up!", while, sorry but I had this thought about John and Sherlock a dozen of times, especially during season 4 but even before that.

So if I'm not wrong and shippers were cool with the ending, well... kudos guys.

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Don’t fall in love with the moment / M.H

Matty Healy x female character

Word count: 1677

Warning: angst?, poor parental relationships, deceased parent. Occasional smut :)

Chapter one:

I'm trying to hold back the tears that threaten to come out of my eyes as I remember what happened a few nights ago. I dropped out of college a some weeks ago and the moment my mom found out she freaked out on me. It's not like I don't understand her, I get why she's mad to a certain extent, I mean what mother wouldn't? But she knows I've been unhappy for way too long now, she should understand this is what's best for me.

I didn't know how to tell her, I knew she'd get mad, but as alway, she got ahead of me. The school sent me a letter to discuss the refund of my tuition and she read it. She told me she saw unintentionally, I know she was snooping around, she always does.

“Would you mind explain this to me Claire” I freeze, this sentence never leads to anything good “explain you what” i say, trying to sound calm, but it comes out more frightened than what i expected “Oh don't even try to sound clueless you lazy brat, you dropped out of school that i pay for and you weren't even bother to tell me” That shouldn't have taken me back as it did, she was gonna know eventually, i just didn't expect her to so soon “Mom how do you even know that, were you going through my things again?” I spit at her, trying to deflect the subject as fast as I could “Oh don't turn this on me. people that lie and hide things don't get any privacy, you know that damn well” and here she goes again, with her speeches of how irresponsible and ungrateful i am. Believe me, I know I'm very privileged and everything, but that doesnt mean I'm obliged to love everything about my life. Sadness and discontent and not something you have to earn, but stuff that's just part of the human experience, it's not any different than happiness or any other emotion and I don't get why it's treated differently.

“Mom i already told you, I'm unhappy, i don't like what my life has become, why can't you get that” My mom looks at me with disappointment and just tries to think of what to say. I know she doest like me, she has never told me but I can tell, anyone can, even my father knew, that's why he always made sure to show me as much love as he could. I always got along with my dad, he understood me, he was the only person that believed that I could do anything I wanted. So when he passed away, for the first time, I felt completely alone. The only person that understood me was gone, and there was nothing I could do about it.

The argument escalated quickly and after a few minutes, we were already screaming at eachother. She told me I'm delusional and I'm living in a parallel world, I told her she's old and doesn't understand that i dont wanna become her. For what seemed to be hours, we screamed at each other, but it wasn't until she brought up my dad that my anger started to turn into sadness “You know, your father would be so disappointed if he ever got to see what you've become” That was my last straw, i couldnt take it anymore, i had to leave this house, this town, this fucking county, there was nothing awaiting for me here anymore. So i didn't say anything, i just turned around and headed to my room to pack my bags “Don't ignore me Claire, i am your mother and you will listen to me” she tried to say to me, but i had already made my mind, i was leaving, and she couldn't stop me. While I packed my bags I started to think about destinations, what was the perfect place to start again?, i instantly new, England, well, london to be exact, i new somebody there that could take me in, but mostly i loved London, because my dad loved it as well, he always told me the crazy stories about him living with his friends in a tiny flat there, and i just knew that my life would be better there.

I bought a one way ticket to England and had no intentions of ever coming back to this place, so i just slept, well that until my 5.00am alarm woke me up, my mom didn't even tried to get in my room in the entire night so i slept like a baby for a good 7 hours, but now it was time to leave. My flight taked off at 7:30 so i had to be quick, i tried to do as little sound as i could, but as i was about to grab the doorknob her voice flooded my eardrums “you understand that if you step out of this house you're never coming back right” she said with a defeated tone “I really have to do this mom, i promise i'll be okay” i could swear i could see a glimpse of sadness in her eyes, but it was quickly brushed off with a look that screamed indifference “Don't come crying back after your little childish plans don't turn as you wanted them to” she spat harshly at me, and i just started at her for a while, trying to make peace with how things were turning out “Goodbye Mom” I managed to say, hoping I would not to break down in front of her, And i just left.

My friend received me at her flat the same day. I texted her last night about my emergency and she told me she'd love to take me, but I didn't want to abuse her kindness, so after I took a nap she started ro help me find a job. i applied to a million different places, but i ended up taking a job as a bartender in a pub next to my friends house, everythings seems to be working out, but I felt like i was missing something exciting, something that would turn my life inside out, and finally give that feeling of adrenaline I’ve longed for.

And that takes us to tonight. My shift ended an hour ago but I am still in the pub, just that now I was on the other side of the bar, drinking my sorrows away. I was lonely, I hated to admit it, but I used to have this feeling in my gut that all of my problems were going to disappear after I left home, but there I was, realizing that that’s not the case.

It started with an innocent drink, that lead to another, and another, and another and here I am, trying to hold back the tears that threaten to come out of my eyes as I remember what happened a few nights ago. Just when I was about to go home, a tall man approached me, he told me he wanted to buy me a drink, i politely declined, but he kept bugging me, he just wouldn't let it go “Oh come on love, it's just a drink, you don't have to act like its a full blown date” he would say. it was when i finally looked at him that i realized how attractive he was, with long black hair and beautiful brown eyes that were staring into my soul waiting for an answer, before i think about what i'm doing, im blurting out an “Ehm i, yes, i mean, yeah sure” Im pathetic.

“So, are you gonna tell me your name?” he says, with a cocky grin plastered across his face. “Claire”, i say “what about you” He looks at me with a confused expression but brushes it off quickly “Matty, i like your name” He says in the thickest british accent ever and i have to admit, he had me already.

We took off quick, we talked about a million things and time flew by. before we knew it, it was 2:30am and when he noticed he offered me another plan “Hey so its kinda getting late, what you say we continue this thing at my place” i paused for a second, was i really that desperate to have sex with the first guy that approached me and bought me drink? Technically, i was, i mean i was lonely and wanted to spice up my life, i wasn't gonna achieve it by rotting in my room and drowning in self pity. Suddenly the idea of going back to his place didn't seem as crazy as it did initially. So you know what, fuck it

When i came back to reality, i realized i still hadn't answered him “I mean, yeah, why not” i tried to say in the coolest way i could. He smiled at me and licked his lips, i was subconsciously drawn to his mouth, i coudnt help myself from staring at it, I was so heavily attracted to him it was embarrassing. “I guess we better get moving love”.

We got to his place about 15 min later. Surprisingly enough it was all clean and neat. I found myself looking around at his stuff, there was a whole lot of music equipment that didn’t just seem recreational. it occurred to me that I hadn’t asked him any proper questions about him. We just kinda talked about me. “So matty… what do you for a living?” I asked him. He looked at me and let out a little giggle “I’m uh, a musician” Amazing,, I was about to hookup with a 20 something year old looser “interesting” I say, a little more sassy than I intended. He just smiled at me and took a few steps closer until there was just a few inches separating us. We were facing each other. I could feel his eyes scanning my body and without further notice, he grabbed my face and kissed my lips hungrily, pinning my body to the wall

Hey everybodyy, so this is obviously my first time writing a whole chapter of something instead of just blurbs but I really hope y’all will like it and if you have ANY comments please let me know because I genuinely care a lot about what you guys think :))

Another thing. I know it’s very cliché that this is called the same as the blog but it fits the fanfic 😁 (laughs frantically)

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