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jesterwriting · 7 months

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scenario: stuck in a timeloop and the only way to restart is to die

pairing: sanji x reader, law x reader, ace x reader (separate)

contents: hurt/comfort, angst, gore, im serious about the gore tw, graphic description of death, post traumatic symptoms, maybe a touch of survivors guilt, breakdowns, time loops, if youve seen rezero you know whats up

word count: 1.6k words

note: okay if theres one thing i love, its angst and hurt comfort, and if there’s one thing i do when i write it, i go crazy with it. my hands were genuinely shaking while i wrote this. hope you enjoy! [evil laughter]

playlist: eleanor by cake bake betty

No matter how many times you died, you couldn’t help but scream when you woke up again. You lost count how many times it happened, and it wasn’t like there was any point in keeping count besides depressing yourself with your numerous failures. This was your power; horrible and nowhere near worth the cost of losing your ability to swim. With every death, you would restart back at a random checkpoint, beginning anew, able to change the way the timeline went. All it took was to die, and lord above, did you die. Sometimes it was quick, other times it was an agony that would haunt you for many loops after.

Your power left you lonely. Friendships you made in one timeline, didn’t exist in others. You remembered when you were young and greeted a friend from a past loop with a hug. Of course, they didn’t know who you were. They no longer remembered the adventures you experienced or the trials you endured, only you held those memories now. They pushed you away with a look of distress, and you cried for hours after that, burdened with the knowledge that whatever friendship you had before, was gone forever now.

You isolated yourself after that.

It wasn’t until recently that you found yourself with a crew, though no one knew of your ability. You hated talking about it, hated reliving each death again and again. Every time you felt strong enough to speak about it, you always ended up dying and resetting everything back to the status quo. You were surrounded by friends, but so completely, and utterly alone. It was a worm in your gut, chewing on you from within and tearing you apart.

Now, here you were. Dying again.

Failing again.

Your eye spasmed in your skull, the other nothing more than jelly in your socket. The taste of iron pooled in your mouth as you hunched over, organs squirming like maggots from the wound on your abdomen. Sobs wracked your body. With shaking hands, you scooped your entrails into the crook of your arm in hopes that you could put them back inside of you. They were slimy and warm, and you were reminded of eels, or perhaps hagfish.

Everything hurt. You were so afraid, you couldn’t breathe. There was a loud bang and a heavy pressure on your chest. Or maybe, your inability to catch your breath stemmed from the bullet that had pierced through your ribcage and into your lungs. When did that happen? You didn’t know, you didn’t care, all you knew was that you didn’t want to die.

Of course, you didn’t get a say in the matter. Before you knew it, your muscles were going slack and your body was crumpling to the ground. Blood poured from between your lips as your tongue wagged numbly in your mouth. If you weren’t careful, you might bite it off. It had happened before, and you died drowning in your own blood rather than to the slow drain of your wounds. Maybe, if you were lucky, you could have been saved then.

Not now, though. Your guts were supposed to be inside you, not spewed and steaming on the ground.

And, just like that, it was over.

You awoke in bed and screamed. With gasping breaths, your hands frantically felt the intact skin of your belly, and your bulletless chest. Though you were safe, the ghost of your pain lingered like a knife against your back. Sobs tore from your throat as you curled in on yourself.

It had been a long time since a death this bad. So lost in your own misery — again, again, it happened again, why won’t it stop? — you didn’t hear the door open until it was too late.

“Black Leg” Sanji

Sanji was across the room, scooping you into his arms before you were able to blink. You gasped and squirmed slightly as he rubbed your back. A part of you was still there, bleeding out on the ground, and your heart wouldn’t stop hammering wildly in your chest, even as Sanji murmured sweet nothings into your ear. Phantom pain gripped you, and your stomach clenched when you remembered just how slimy your insides were as you tried to put them back where they belonged.

“I’m here, love, I’m here.”

That only made you cry more. Your breath hitched as you gripped the back of his dress shirt in your fist and buried your face into the crook of his neck. You were hyperventilating, afraid that the bullet in your chest followed you into this loop, threatening to drag you under again. You died in Sanji’s arms once before, and the terror on his face had etched itself into your brain forever. It couldn’t happen again, you would drag yourself away to die alone under a rock if you could help it.

Sanji’s hand shook as he stroked your hair. “What happened? Tell me what’s wrong.”

Finally, you caught your breath and wiped the tears from your face. With a watery smile, one you were sure was nowhere near as convincing as you wanted if Sanji’s worried expression was anything to go by.

“I had a nightmare,” You said.

If Sanji knew you were lying, he didn’t say anything. He only held you while you desperately pretended that you had stopped trembling.

Trafalgar Law

Law was the last person who you wanted to see like this. He carried too much already. You were sure that he would crumble if he knew the weight you had been carrying right under his nose. Frantic, you pawed at your face to remove the evidence of your breakdown as if he hadn’t heard you screaming moments before.

“Hey,” He said softly, crouching beside you to gently grab you by the shoulders. Law squeezed, and you took a shaky breath and remembered where you were. You weren’t dying alone in the middle of nowhere, you were on the Polar Tang, with Law, somewhere on the Grand Line.

You sniffled and cracked a small smile. “Hey.”

Unwanted visions of your previous death assaulted you from behind your eyes. A sharp gasp tore from your throat as your arms snaked around your middle to hold your organs inside. It still hurt, why did it still hurt? You were safe now, it wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fucking fair.

Gently, Law pried your arms from your abdomen and pulled up your shirt to inspect it. “I don’t see any external injuries…”

You watched the possibility of an internal injury flit across his face. Before the word ‘room’ left his lips, you shook your head and choked on another sob.

“I had a dream I died,” You admitted the half truth with the sour taste of bile on your tongue.

Law’s brows knit and he let out a small, “Ah.”

Awkward, not yet used to the affection you bestowed upon him so readily, he wrapped his long arms around you with a small pat on your back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“If I died, you need to know I would never blame you.” It came out of nowhere, but it was the only thing you could think to say. The truth was, you would blame yourself, you had a lot of experience doing that, though you thought better of saying that aloud.

Law didn’t say anything in response, his thumb rubbing gentle circles between your shoulder blades.

Portgas D. Ace

“What happened? Why are you crying?” Ace was talking before he even reached you, pulling you against his bare chest before you even had a chance to realize he was here. His scent filled your nose, filled your head, until you were hysterical and pulling him as close as possible.

“Was someone here? Did someone hurt you?” With his righteous anger, his body temperature rose as harmless flames licked your fingers. All you could do was cry, so captivated with the man in front of you, your death was all but forgotten.

“No, no, I’m okay.” You pulled back to study his face, your own stained with snot and tears. He practically glowed in the moonlight that streamed through your window. Even at night, Ace shone like the sun. Your clumsy hands found his freckles, sweeping across the bridge of his nose and down his cheeks to his lips. Flesh and bone, alive and whole. You sobbed harder, low keening whines ripping from your throat before you could stop them.

“Had- Had a dream you were gone.”

Ace pulled you tighter against him. “Oh, babe, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

With your fingers tangled in his hair, Ace rocked you back and forth, hushing you softly while you wished to tear open your ribcage and keep him safe inside your body forever. The only way to get to him would be to rip you apart, and even then, you would come back again, stronger than ever. No one would be able to take him from you. You had died too many times to count, faced pain time and time again, there was no torture you wouldn’t endure if it meant you wouldn’t lose your sun.

How many loops had it been? How many times have you had to watch Ace die?

You’d save him this time, you would make sure of it.

#one piece x reader #black leg sanji x yn #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas ace x y/n #trafalgar law x y/n #trafalgar law x you #black leg sanji x reader #portgas ace x you #.jesterwrites #had so much fun with this one

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fallingintolife · 1 year

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Baking Confusion

Request: Sam requests you say? What about baking with him? It's up to you if it goes well or is a disaster :)

Summary: It's the day before Valentine's day, so what was a better way to ask Sam to be your boyfriend rather than making cookies with him! It sounded fool proof! Well…unless Sam didn't know that he was the one you were making them for…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: One curse word and a small burn but no description.

Word Count: 1,117

A/N: @smiling-girl thank you so so so much for your request! I had the best time writing this one! I hope you enjoy it! ☺️

Bake cookies, they said. It'll be fun, they said. Yeah well, Sam would definitely disagree for two main reasons. One being, he was shit at baking, and two, baking cookies with the girl you have a crush on sounds great in theory, until you realize that the cookies she's making are for your brother, who she has a crush on. So no. Baking cookies was definitely not fun. It was the opposite. But here he was, at 11:45 at night, making sugar cookies with you for Valentine's day tomorrow because as much as it killed him to make these for Dean, when he really wanted it to be him you were making them for…he knew he could never say no to you. Your puppy dog eyes could outdo his anyday.

"Hey Sammy? Could you grab the icing for me? I think these are ready to be decorated!" Your voice was filled with excitement as you carefully put the next batch in the oven. Sam gave a quick nod as he brought the red, pink, and white icing over along with an assortment of sprinkles. You slid over to him in your mismatched heart socks as you looked over everything.

You loved baking. It was your absolute favorite thing to do, which Dean did not mind one bit especially when you moved into the Bunker because you just became the baker of the house. You hadn't been living with the Winchesters for long but you really enjoyed it. Yes, Dean could drive you up the wall at times but part of you loved how he treated you like family even though he'd only known you for five months. And Sam…well where to start? Sam was the sweetest person you had ever met. He was funny and smart and just…everything. You never knew someone who could make you feel so safe and loved just by being in their presence. So tonight at midnight you were going to ask Sam to be your Valentine and hope that it wasn't too cheesy for him…Dean seemed to think it was a great idea. Even though he tried to say he hated chick flicks, anyone who truly knew Dean knew he was a sucker for them.

Dean was actually the one that gave you the idea in the first place. He was apparently getting tired of seeing you and Sam make heart eyes at each other so he said you should ask Sam out. To be honest you were a little apprehensive at first…you weren't exactly sure if he felt the same way but Dean promised you he did, so he helped you get everything set up for the night. So here you both were decorating your cookies hoping that at the end of the night that Sam would say yes to being your Valentine.

You got a spoonful of red icing and began to decorate as you hummed along to some music you had playing in the background.

"So do you have any plans for tomorrow?" You asked as nonchalantly as you could, only glancing up at him. Sam tried not to look sad as he answered her question.

"Uh no not really. I mean probably just do some more research." You nodded, trying to concentrate on the cookie at hand. Sam glanced at the cookie she was icing and could see her writing on it. She was probably asking Dean to be her Valentine. Oh shit, maybe that was the reason she had asked about what his plans were, to see if he would be in the Bunker! "But if you and Dean have plans I can go out for a bit!" Sam quickly added which just caused you to look at him in confusion. The oven beeped so you went over to it, pulling on the oven mitt.

"What do you mean if me and Dean have plans?"

"I mean if you and Dean want some alone time then I can go out somewhere…" Without even thinking, and in total shock, you turned to face him and ended up catching your arm on the top of the oven.

You let out a hiss, as the cookie sheet, along with the last batch of cookies fell to the floor. You gently cradled your arm against your chest. Sam quickly got to you and immediately put your forearm under cold water.

"Shit Y/N, are you okay?" Without missing a beat you turned to face him.

"Did you just ask me if Dean and I wanted some alone time?" Sam raised his eyebrows at you like you were the one saying crazy things.

"Well yeah…is your arm okay? I can grab some burn cre-" Pulling your arm from under the water you turned to face Sam.

"Wait. Do…do you think that I…that I like Dean?" You asked, staring at him incredulously. Now it was Sam's turn to look confused.

"Well…I mean…yeah? We are making Valentine's day cookies for him…"

Laughter. Boisterous laughter filled the air. Did Sam seriously think these were for Dean? And that you would make him bake them with you if they were for his brother. Sam's cheeks were a dark red and you could tell he was getting irritated at you laughing at him. Which to be fair, was understandable since he had no idea why. After a few seconds you went over and grabbed the last cookie you had decorated.

"Sam what does this say?" He immediately rolled his eyes at you when you pushed the cookie up into his face but then he read it. Well he was an idiot. No wonder you were cackling at him! The cookie read: Sammy, be my Valentine?

He was an idiot. A complete moron.

"So?" Your voice brought him out of his thoughts and back to the current situation.

"So…?" You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but with a smile on your face.

"You didn't answer my question. Will you be my Valentine Sam Winchester?" With the biggest grin that you had even seen, accompanied by his adorable dimples, he bent down and gave you a soft kiss on your lips.

"Yes. I will be your Valentine, but first, are you sure your arm is okay?" You couldn't help but laugh as he held your arm loosely in his grasp, inspecting it.

"Sam, we literally hunt for a living. This is nothing." Sam just playfully rolled his eyes as you both began to pick up the cookies.

"You seriously thought I liked Dean?" Sam gave you his bitch face as you began to giggle again.

"Don't tell him. Y/N I'm serious!" Sam threatened, of course more embarrassed than anything else. You just shook your head as you smiled at him.

"I won't, I promise." You kissed him on the cheek, then went back to decorating the other cookies. "Really? Dean, Sam? Dean?" You busted back out into a fit of giggles. Yep, Sam was never gonna live this one down. But if him being a moron made you laugh like that? Well it was worth it.

#smiling-girl #i hope you like it!#had so much fun with this one #supernatural #spn #supernatural fanfic #spn fanfic #sam winchester x reader #reader insert

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