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SEVEN ROYALTIES
“once upon a time there was a prince, who did anything he could to be with the love of his life” — park sunghoon.
park sunghoon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to enemies to lovers , one sided love somewhere into the story , heavy angst , fluff ! warnings: character’s death (not a main character) , curse words. (lmk if i missed something pls!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!
WORD-COUNT ; 5.5K+
NOTE. wow i dont even know where to start! it’s been a real while! i think like more than a month, i’m extremely sorry for being gone, school is so stressful, but i got some time to write now and honestly? i missed it so much!! hopefully you’d like this part and don’t let it fool you, just because i’ve been gone for a while doesn’t mean i’m not continuing this wonderful series!! it was also supposed to be enemies to lovers but i honestly failed miserably and idk how to define it- some mentions of sunoo’s story are dropped here too :)
“why do you always look at me like that?”
“like what?”
“like i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever saw”
a few years into your childhood and you were already been told that you’re going to marry off to someone as soon as possible.
you, being the second princess and the least favorite one, had to deal with a lot of struggles through your childhood.
everyone loved your older sister more, praised her, cherished her, spoiled her, gave her whatever she wants.
you, on the other hand, had to work hard in terms of getting what you wanted.
you always looked up to your older sister, you can’t lie, you definitely understand why she’s getting all the attention to herself without even trying.
your mom is your favorite person, she’s actually your best friend.
some kids have hard time deciding what to answer when they’re being asked who’s their favorite parent, but you definitely know the answer already.
it’s your dad that never bats an eye to you, your mom however always tries to maintain her attention to both you and your sister. you’d do anything for your mom.
as much as you’re happy that you’re at least not a second option in your mom’s perspective, the king is the one who’s more dominant.
you’ve always tried to get your father’s attention, even for a mere second, but he always pushed you away, making you feel unworthy and sad.
at age six, you were forced to go with your mom to one of her friend’s kingdom, your neighbor kingdom.
everyone in royalty knows about the good friendship your kingdoms have, and they’re all surprised it still keeps on going.
royalty comes with a dangerous risk, people will always look at anything you do, and will not hesitate to attack if you happened to do something they’re not a fond of.
your kingdom suffered lots of wars, but won almost all of them.
at the very same day you were forced to go with your mom, you also met the person who finally had all their attention on you, the person who you could rely on no matter when.
“i’m y/n!” you extended your hand out with a smile.
“i’m sunghoon” he whispered and you tilt your head. he wasn’t shaking your hand and you couldn’t even hear him.
“what?”
“i’m sunghoon”
“i cant hear you!!” you shout and put your ear really close to his mouth.
“i’m sunghoon!” he shouted into your ear and you fell down while holding your ear.
“you did that on purpose didn’t you!” you pout and he laughed.
that’s when you realized his cute smile and the little dimples that grew on his cheeks.
he was cute, a cute and shy prince, you could get along perfectly with him.
and you actually did. you spent the rest of your visit just roaming around their castle.
he introduced you his six brothers, they were all very nice and funny, but only sunghoon interested you.
he told you about his interests and you told him about yours.
“i want to learn how to skate!” he said and you noticed his eyes growing in excitement while talking about it.
“it sounds really interesting!” you smiled and cheered him.
“what about you?”
“i actually don’t know” you sighed, “i want my father to pay more attention to me”
“who needs your father when you have me? i’ll be always here for you” he smiled.
“really?” you asked and he nodded, “really”
“promise me!” you held out your pinky and he locked his with yours, “i think promises are stupid, but only for you i promise to never leave you side”
“why are they stupid?”
“because sometimes you regret them, or even forget them, and you cant keep them forever”
growing up with sunghoon was something you could never explain.
having to suffer your father’s comparisons between you and your sister was something, but having to see sunghoon going through puberty was something else. scarier indeed.
the both of you were inseparable, to the point where your parents even started talking about marriage between the two of you when you were twelve.
every now and then in your teenage years, you’d come around his castle, your second home.
whenever you were pissed off with your father or just wanted some quiet, you’d find yourself going back to sunghoon, only he knew how to make you feel ten times better.
“what are you reading?” he asked you.
you were laying your head on his lap as he sat under a tree, it was a peaceful day and you wanted to enjoy some time with him.
“just some fairytale stories” you put your book on your stomach and looked at him who was already looking down at you.
“wishing it was you?” he teased.
you rolled your eyes and smacked the book on his head, “fairytales are the best!”
you returned to read the book while he kept staring at you.
“read for me” he asked and you looked at him, sharing an eye contact.
“hey”
“hm?”
“why do you always look at me like that?”
“like what?”
“like i’m the most precious thing you’ve ever saw”
sunghoon coughed a bit and looked away, “just start reading please, im interested”
“the princess then took the prince’s hand and held it tightly, slowly closing the gap between them and leaning in for a kiss—“
“never mind! i’ll just go sleep” sunghoon threw you off him and laid down next to you.
“you could’ve done that nicely!” you scoffed and he laughed.
he can’t explain it, but something about you makes him feel warm and comfortable. he loves your company more than anything else in this world and there’s nothing he loves more than staring at your gorgeous face.
spending a few years together made him long for you more and more every day that he’s not next to you.
he fell in love with you, and he fell hard.
you weren’t better either, every day without sunghoon for you felt like eternity.
he’s the only person you can see your future with, the only person who loves you for who you are and the only person that has his full attention on you.
you trust him more than you trust yourself and you family members.
on royal events, you’d be acting like a married couple, shooing away the singles royals that wants to catch you.
you belong to sunghoon and sunghoon belongs to you.
“it’s nice to meet you prince sunghoon” one filthy princess introduced herself to sunghoon while you stood by his side, holding his arm.
“likewise, meet my wife, y/n” he said, clearly uninterested in the princess but as soon as he looked over his side and met your eyes a smile formed on his face.
the princess scoffed and went away, finally letting you and sunghoon laugh it off.
“did you see the way she looked at you when you said you have a wife?” you held a hand over your chest, out of breath because of the amount of air you let out.
“please, it was so funny i’ll remember it for long” he nodded and you continued making jokes about everyone around you.
you shared your first kiss with sunghoon when you were fifteen.
“i love cherry blossoms” you said as you walked together with sunghoon under the cherry blossoms.
it was one of your favorite things to do with him, walking through the long road, hand in hand.
“and i love you” he let out.
“what?”
“what?” he repeated after you.
“what did you sa-“
he cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss.
cherry blossoms fell from the trees and the wind caressed your skin.
his lips were soft, locked with your lips. it was perfect, the kind of fairytale you were always wishing you could have finally came true, with the person you loved the most.
when you parted your lips to get some air, both of you giggled and he put his forehead against yours.
“i said i love you” he smiled.
“i love you too”
regardless of the sudden confession, you decided to stay as friends, and when the both of you will feel ready, you’d try it out.
at age sixteen, your mother’s condition started to go downhill. she got sick and had to take medical exams every now and then, ever since then, you decided to spend time with her as much as you could.
“good morning mom! how are you feeling today?” you asked with a huge smile on your face when you saw your mother.
“feeling as usual, nothing new” she gave you a weak smile, “have you eaten yet?”
you shook your head, “i was at the garden after father had his daily complains over me, i needed to take some breathes”
your mother nodded and hugged you, “i’m sorry your father is like that, if being a selfish father was a competition he’d definitely win”
both of you giggled and spent a few hours together.
you never told sunghoon anything about your mother’s condition, every time he’d ask about her well-beings you’d say she’s doing well but she’s too busy with duties, and he’d suspect nothing.
at the age seventeen, your mother’s condition worsened, she had doctors around her all the time.
“hello mother” you smiled.
“y/n! good morning” she tried to smile back.
“how are you—“
“i must ask you something before it’s too late” she cut you off.
“what is it?”
“i’ve been thinking about it for a while, and it might be silly and selfish of me to ask you to do that” she sighed, “please promise me you’re going to marry sunghoon”
“what?” you asked confused.
“he’s treating you well y/n, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you happier than when you’re with him. you’re perfect for each other” she nodded, “i don’t have much time left, hearing you promising you’d marry the man who makes you the happiest, would help me leave peacefully, to know that you’re going to live the life you deserve”
“i promise mom, i promise i’ll marry him but please, you have much time left, don’t say such nonsense!”
your mother hugged you and thanked you. guess it wasn’t so well-hidden that you were in love with sunghoon.
on one of the days your father called you. before walking inside his room you rolled your eyes, what kind of a complain he has now?
“hello father” you looked at him coldly.
“y/n,” he called, “i need to ask you to do something”
“huh?” you looked over him confused, “you never ask me for favors”
“your sister is too busy with her duties, so i trust you with this one” he shortly explained.
“okay,” you nodded, “what is it?”
“i need you to come with me to visit the other neighbor kingdom—“
“but we were never on good terms with them, they’re hybe’s kingdom biggest rivals too!” you cut him off.
“they’re the only ones that can help us with your mother’s condition. we must do anything we can to help her” your father sighed, “they have a son who’s interested in you, they requested to see you too”
you shook your head, “i’m not interested in him—“
“this is the only way to help your mother!” he shout and you backed away.
“what about hybe kingdom! can’t they help in any kind of way?” you argued.
your father shook his head, “they can’t do anything about it, and they must not know about your mother’s condition”
“so going to the rival kingdom and risking your good friendship is better?”
“you’re coming with me and it’s final”
a few days before your visit in your neighbor kingdom, sunghoon came over.
before he went to search for you, he heard two servants talking about something that drawn him to it.
“did you hear about y/n’s mother’s condition?” one of them said.
“it keeps on getting worse, poor y/n! i heard she has to go to the other kingdom to ask for their help together with the king” the other replied.
“i heard they’re the only ones that could help! hybe kingdom knows nothing about it because they don’t want to bother them too much, i also heard the son of the other kingdom is interested in y/n, what about prince sunghoon!”
“poor them, i just hope she won’t end up with their son. i was rooting for y/n and sunghoon endgame”
“agree, i also heard their daughter is interested in sunghoon! this is risky” she shook her head.
“y/n is strong, she won’t marry the son i just know it” they both nodded their heads and sunghoon slowly walked back.
he refuses to believe what he just heard. y/n’s mother’s condition worsens? y/n marrying someone else? he’ll never let that happen.
“sunghoon!” you called and hugged him, “i was searching for you instead of you searching for me”
sunghoon was not responding, he was too deep in thoughts and didn’t know how to stop them.
“sunghoon?” you waved your heads in front of him and he finally came back on track.
“i was just thinking about something” he smiled.
“would you like to talk about it?” you smiled warmly at him.
how could you smile so widely when youre going through all of this?
“it’s not something that should bother you” he smiled and kissed your cheeks.
you spent the rest of the day looking out for sunghoon, he was different today, as much as he didn’t want to show it, you noticed.
the next day sunghoon found himself standing in front of his biggest rival kingdom. he never thought he’d have to step his leg into this kingdom, but he’d do anything for you as long as he could.
“park sunghoon! i’ve never thought i’d witness a hybe royal inside my kingdom!” the king teased.
sunghoon closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, “i need your help and you’re the only one that can help me” he said firmly.
“we’re rivals, why would i want to help you?”
“because i have something you want” he sighed, “i’ll be getting my kingdom sooner or later, i’ll give it to you together with my crown”
“you’ll lose your crown for something possibly stupid?”
“i need you to help princess y/n’s kingdom. the queen’s condition is getting worse. i heard you gave the best doctors that can help her”
the king laughed, “you’re doing this for y/n and not for yourself? what a stupid prince you are!”
sunghoon looked away, fighting the urge not to stab the king and fight him.
“very well, i will help in exchange of your crown”
their agreement was that the king will send his best doctors to help your mother, and as soon as sunghoon will get his crown, he’ll give it to the king. if one of them breaks the agreement, it’s off.
a few days passed, and it was supposed to be your visit day in the other kingdom, except that it got canceled.
“did you tell anyone about this visit?!” your father shout at you and you shook your head.
“how come he sent me this stupid letter saying that if we step into his kingdom he’ll declare a war!”
“i don’t know! i did nothing!” you argued.
“something stopped him, more like someone! i’m going to find out who did this!” your father roamed outside his room, slamming the door harshly and you flinched.
a week passed and your mother’s condition wasn’t doing any better, the doctors told you it was already time to say goodbye but you refused to do so, you refuse to believe you won’t be able to see your mother everyday soon.
everything was too overwhelming and stressful, you decided to go to your second home, you needed some comfort and it’s been a while since you saw sunghoon anyway.
“what are you up to?” you found him in the castle’s garden, deep in thoughts.
“just thinking about something”
“by something you mean me?” you teased and he smiled, not answering your question because the answer is quite obvious.
you then hugged him tightly, and sighed deeply as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
“is everything okay?” he caressed your back slowly.
“my mom isn’t doing well lately” you finally confessed. you had to let it all out and tell sunghoon the truth.
“she’s sick, too sick. and the last week was such a roller coaster, her condition isn’t getting better and it’s our time to say our final goodbyes, i’m not ready for that sunghoon” you sobbed, “i’m sorry for dumping it all on you and telling you all of this now when it’s late i just—“
“it’s okay” even though he already knew about your mother’s condition, he was so glad that you finally opened it up and told him, “i’m here for you”
he held you tighter than before and whispered sweet comfort words that always knew how to calm you down.
right after you left he thought about what happened.
he made a deal with the other kingdom, the king was supposed to help your mother, how come her condition worsened? something didn’t make sense to him at all.
“sunghoon!” his father called him and sunghoon rushed to the king’s room.
“yes father?”
“you’re getting married to our biggest rivals daughter and didn’t even tell us? are you out of your mind?” he shout.
sunghoon could’ve swore that in that moment his heart stopped beating, “what?” he asked in disbelief.
“the other king sent us a letter! inviting us to your wedding with his daughter! we’ve never been so humiliated, how could you betray your family?” his mother interrupted.
sunghoon shook his head, “there must be a misunderstanding—“
“how come?” the king asked, “your name is written on that letter! and it was probably sent to all the other kingdoms!!”
“what about y/n?!” his mother asked and his eyes widened.
“y/n…?”
“how do you think she’ll feel receiving that letter? huh?”
“no, no! none of this is true! you must believe me!”
“explain yourself then! we’re here waiting!” sunoo, one of sunghoon’s brother argued.
sunghoon sighed, shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his fists, “y/n’s mother, the queen, her condition is getting worse. she’s been awfully sick for a few years already, i overheard their servants talking about how only the other kingdom could help her because they don’t want to bother us. so i went to them myself, i made a deal with the king that he’ll help the queen in exchange of my throne—“
“are you out of your—“
“jay! let him talk” the queen shushed him.
“yes! i was ready to give up my crown if it means i can help her in any way!” sunghoon sighed, “the king obviously did nothing and lied to me! and now apparently im ‘marrying his daughter’ you know damn well that’s never going to happen because i want to marry y/n!”
sunghoon’s mother wiped out her tears and hugged sunghoon, “i’m sorry you had to go through this, you could’ve told us—“
“i didn’t want to bother you too, this story is complicated than you think”
“what about y/n’s mother’s condition?” the king asked quietly.
“y/n said it’s been getting worse, they started to say their final goodbyes” sunghoon whispered and the room became quiet, as a respect for the queen.
“you should go to her, to check on her” heeseung suddenly spoke.
“yeah, i bet she needs someone by her side right now” jungwon added.
sunghoon nodded and with his parents’ approval he went to your kingdom.
he searched for you around and saw you staring at your garden, he smiled for himself and tapped your shoulder.
“hey” he said.
“what are you doing here?” you asked coldly.
“what?” he tilt his head, “i’m here to visit you”
“don’t you have a wedding to go get prepared to?” you scoffed, “go away park, you’re not welcomed here anymore”
sunghoon had been stabbed a few times in his life, but your words hurt him more than ten stabs at once.
“you have to listen to me i—“
“there’s nothing to explain! i got the letter, saw your name on it and it was enough for me to understand this was all a game for you” you shout, “i can’t believe i actually believed your bullshit”
“i hate you, park sunghoon” you spit out, nothing but hate is in your fierce glance at him. he just chuckled, “you don’t mean that”
“oh i do,” you nodded, “and to think that i actually promised my mom i’ll be marrying you” you chuckled in disbelief.
“looking back at that promise, i realize why you used to believe that promises are stupid” you added.
“i’m sorry” he apologized, “sorry isn’t going to change anything, is it?”
“y/n—“
“just get out, please” you were being nice, asking him to leave and pointing your hands to the door although he already knew where to go.
sunghoon didn’t want to bother you, he thought you’d probably relax in a day or two, and he’d be able to talk it out with you.
you can’t just erase all your feelings and delete all your memories after so many years, right?
as soon as he got out he went to the other kingdom, to finally get some sense into that stupid, useless king.
“park sunghoon! so nice to see you my son-in-law!” the king said and sunghoon only wanted to punch his face.
“wedding? with your daughter? son-in-law? you’re out of your fucking mind!” he spit out.
the king only laughed in his face, “why? wouldn’t you like to be my son? i’ll take good care of you”
sunghoon rolled his eyes, “the deal is canceled, you won’t get any crown or another kingdom, fix whatever you did, you ruined my life anyway and you never even helped y/n’s mother”
“oh but i feel like i haven’t ruined your life enough”
“cut it off, we both know my kingdom will finish you once we’ll declare a war”
“what makes you think that?”
“i did” another voice was heard in the room.
sunghoon’s father stepped in and put his hand on sunghoon’s shoulder.
“and i’m afraid i also know too many secrets about you, old friend” he teased, “leave my son alone, and don’t you dare ruin his life again. he did a mistake asking for your help but he did what he had to do”
sunghoon’s father then dragged him out of the kingdom back to theirs.
right after sunghoon left your room, you went out to breathe and relax your brain a bit.
how could sunghoon do this to you? everything he ever said to you, every hug, every joke, was it all a lie to him?
there must be a reason behind it, but you’re too hurt to even care about it. no reason could be enough for you right now.
you decided to focus on being next to your mother, spending her last days together and showing her the brightest side of you, you didn’t tell her anything and she didn’t suspect anything so you just left it be.
three days passed ever since you last heard from sunghoon.
you miss him, you miss everything and anything about him. you needed his comfort the most right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to see him.
“y/n, sunghoon is here to pay a visit” one of your servants informed you.
“tell him i don’t want to see him,” you sighed, “and tell him to take care” you whispered that line.
you refused to see him in any cost. you’re too angry to even care about his feelings right now. all you could feel is betrayal, and hurt.
in one of the next days, you went out to the garden to read some books and write on your diary.
when you got back inside the castle you saw your mother’s doctors standing with their heads down.
“we’re sorry your highness, we did everything we could” they said and couldn’t even make eye contact with you as their eyes were full with tears.
you froze there for a few minutes, you knew this day would come but could never prepare yourself enough for that. you didn’t want to believe this day would come so fast.
“please tell me i’m dreaming” you told them but they shook their heads, “we’re very sorry your—“
they got cut off when they saw you falling to the ground, sobbing and covering your eyes.
you were crying like a little child who lost their ice cream, refusing to get up and screaming at everything.
the last few days were just about you and her, she taught you everything you needed to know about life and royalty.
“you need to be a good wife to sunghoon!” she smiled.
“mom! he has to be a good husband before that!”
“you’re right! if he’s being mean tell him you’d leave him and take all of his money” she joked and you giggled.
“i don’t need money”
“you don’t, but you do need to annoy him and help him realize he’s nothing without you!”
all of those memories past by your mind all day, thinking about your dear mother, who was there for you when no one else was.
“who’s going to be by my side now, mom?” you asked quietly, “i already miss you so much”
it was dinner time in hybe’s kingdom, all seven brothers sat together with their parents.
“sunoo, we’ve found the perfect wife for you! you’re going to meet her at the ballroom on ni-ki’s birthday!! isn’t that exciting?” the queen clapped in excitement.
“yeah, very exciting!” sunoo tried to sound cheerful, but failed miserably in sunghoon’s eyes.
he pitied his younger brother for being the only one who’s being forced to someone he doesn’t even know.
sunoo explain multiple times to his parents that he wants to marry someone out of love, and that he believes that when it’s time, he’ll meet the one for him. but his parents turned deaf to his thoughts.
“i already met her once, she’s really pretty! the perfect pair for you!”
“your highness” a few servants came into the room and interrupted the dinner.
“is it important? we’re having dinner right now—“
“queen (name) of (name) kingdom is no longer with us” the servants lowered their heads as a respect and the king got up from his seat instantly.
sunghoon’s eyes widened, he was left speechless and froze in his place.
“we’ll be going to pay our respects tomorrow morning together, prepare yourselves” the king said and left the dining room.
sunghoon didn’t know what to do. it has already been a week and he’s been trying to reach out to you, but you rejected him every time.
he sent you letters but didn’t get any back. he was hopeless.
what is he supposed to do now? he didn’t even say his last goodbye to his mother-in-law.
the next day, you received loads of letters from loads of kingdoms, thanking the queen for her service and mourning her death.
hybe’s kingdom however, came personally to comfort you and the rest of your family.
the king and the queen, and six of their children. yes, only six of them. one of them was missing.
park sunghoon didn’t come to comfort you.
“we’re very sorry to hear the devastating news, the queen was the kindest soul we’ve ever got to meet” the king shook your father’s hands and pat his back.
the six sons came to you and hugged you. you hugged them back and broke down. the six sons already became your brothers long time ago, you felt safe around them.
“we’re sorry y/n, we’re here for you now” heeseung, the oldest one said with a comforting smile.
as much as you were thankful for them, you were hoping to see a certain person, a person who didn’t even bother showing up.
it only added up to your anger on him, how could he do that? what happened to always being there for you?
“sunghoon felt a bit sick and unwell today, he couldn’t get up from his bed, he really wanted to come” the queen smiled weakly at you and you returned the smile.
you spent the rest of the day with your six brothers, completely forgetting about your father and sister, they were here to comfort you and be with you.
“sunoo,” you called out, “hm?” he answered quietly.
“is sunghoon really sick?” you asked and he nodded, “i think the news about your mother caught him off guard, he couldn’t even speak after he heard the news”
you pressed your lips together and nodded, “please wish him well, i hope he’ll get better as soon as possible”
“i will do that” he smiled warmly at you.
just because you’re hurt by him, doesn’t mean you don’t care about him. he still holds a big place in your heart.
the next days passed by slowly, you spent most of your time in your room, sometimes even refusing to get out for a whole day.
sunghoon crossed your mind every day. your last words to him crossed your mind every day too.
you said you hate him, but you lied. you love him, you love him too much that it hurts.
you feel too betrayed and hurt by him but it’s somehow the last thing that interests you.
you just need to see him and hug him. but your ego wouldn’t let you.
so you waited for him to fight for you, you knew he’d try again, and again, and again, that’s just the person that he is.
after a while of isolating yourself in your room, you decided to get out and read some books.
that’s what your mom would want you to do, to move on and start a new life.
as you were reading your book, you heard a familiar voice calling you.
“y/n,” your heart skipped a beat. you were too scared to turn around and see the person you were so hoping to see for so long.
“please tell me you’re not who i think you are” you breathed slowly.
“i’m sorry” he let out.
you finally decided to turn around and you met his eyes. it’s been a while since you last saw him, you missed staring at his beautiful face, and his beautiful moles that made his face look ten times better, his kissable lips that always felt soft against yours, you missed everything about him.
“please,” he whispered, “please hear me out this time”
you blinked a few times, still not believing that he’s actually in front of you.
“you didn’t show up when i needed you the most, you betrayed me and lied to me, why would i listen to any of your excuses now?” you argued, but deep down you wanted to hear him so badly.
“y/n please” he pleaded, “just listen to what i have to say, and it’s up to you wether to believe it or not, just please, i don’t want us to break apart without you hearing the reason behind it”
you let out a few tears to fall and slowly nodded, he was right, you never let him to explain himself, you were too selfish and cared about your feeling that you didn’t even care about his.
he told you the whole story from the start, and you were sobbing your heart out.
“i’m sorry,” you let out, “i’m sorry for refusing to listen to you, i’m sorry for rejecting you so many times, i’m sorry for telling you that i hate you—“
“stop apologizing stupid,” he chuckled, “it’s over now isn’t it? we’re even now right?”
“it’s over now, promise me you won’t ever hide from me something like that again” you extended out your pinky.
“but you said that promises are stu—“
“not when it comes to you” you smiled.
instead of locking his pinky with you he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss.
“i love you y/n, i’m sorry it took me a while to get back to you” he whispered.
“i love you too sunghoon, im sorry for rejecting you multiple times” you giggled.
“finally! get married already and leave this kingdom please!” you heard your sister in the back.
“i’m sorry that my sister can’t be a bit more like your brothers” you awkwardly smiled and sunghoon laughed.
“she’s right though, let’s get married as soon as possible and get our own kingdom” he pecked your lips.
“IN TWO DAYS??”
“well you said you wanted to get married as soon as possible! i already planned everything!” sunghoon’s mother smiled and hugged the both of you.
“can’t say i’m not biased, i’ve been shipping the two of you ever since you both met” the king added.
“are they gonna have babies as soon as possible now too?”
“NI-KI!!!!”
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Two Truths One Lie
Smosh: Shayne Topp x Reader
WC: 1.8K
Warnings: A little bit of suggestive(looks n feelings), use of she/her pronouns, Y/N is one of the ogs in smosh, slight fluff if u squint, Y/N is kinda famous
It was a warm day in California when the team chose to make Y/n and Shayne film the video, which they both silently thanked them for. Getting sprayed with ice cold water wouldn't be as harmful with the weather.
"Are you ready to get sprayed to death?" Shayne joked while bumping his shoulder into Y/n who turned to smirk at him.
Y/n only ignored his comment and walked into the studio where Courtney, Amanda and Angela hung out in their stools beside the "game" table.
It was a little intimidating, the guns leaning against the table while a crew member filled them both up with water.
Shayne followed after Y/n into the studio and walked with her to the sound manager who mic'ed them up, connecting their microphone while the two of them clipped the small black electronics onto their clothes.
As they finished with that, the studio manager once again called everyone to their places, checking so that everyone were feeling alright.
Y/n sat down across Shayne, Courtney to her left as she looked down at the cards in front of her.
Before any filming session, Y/n always felt a shock of adrenaline pulse through her veins, as if she felt like any second, her body would explode - which it never did of course.
"And.. Action!" Emily, the director, shouted. The studio turned quiet before Shayne turned to the camera with a dramatic sigh escaping his mouth.
"Welcome, everyone, to another round of Two Truths One Lie. In this game, me and an opponent tell three statements, where two of those statements are truths and the other one a lie." Shayne explained, still in his dramatic voice.
"If my opponent, who is Y/n today, say hi Y/n." He continued
"Hello." Y/n answered shortly, smiling into the camera.
"As I said, if my opponent fails to find my lie, I get to spray her with water, but if she succesfully finds my lie, I get sprayed by her with water."
"I think I put on the wrong clothes for this." Y/n stated, looking down at her outfit, which was a knitted sweater with some grey baggy jeans.
"Atleast you look cute!" Courtney added, making Y/n and Shayne chuckle.
Amanda coughed, glaring at the pair in front of her.
"Oh, right! This is our three watchers. Courtney, Amanda and Angela." Shayne introduced the three women, making them mutter things with annoyance.
"I'm so happy to have gathered boygenius with us today." Y/n joked, making the whole studio laugh at her joke.
"Anyway, would you like to go first?" Shayne asked Y/n who nodded, clearing her throat dramatically.
"Here are my statements. First one. I have been in a relationship with Jeanette McCurdy for an event." Y/n began, making Amanda chuckle a short laugh at the first statement.
"I have kissed Tom Cruise, on the mouth." Shayne's eyes widened at this, not at all ready for this.
"I was in a marching band in Japan when I was fifteen." Y/n said her last statement with a small smile while Shayne stared at Y/n mysteriously, trying to figure out which one is the truth.
"Okay, first statement. When and where was it?" Shayne asked as Y/n put her card down.
"It was at an event, some Nickelodeon event. I don't remember the year but I remember we were talking and I asked if for a joke we should fake a relationship for the whole event and she agreed. Really nice person she is!" Y/n explained while keeping a straight face.
Shayne nodded.
"And the next one? That seems like such a lie but if it's not I'm so jealous of you." He joked, making the trio beside him chuckle.
"Okay, so I got booked into an actual move not too long ago, no clue who was my love interest or anything, but when I arrived to the "love" scenes, there Tom Cruise was. I think it was about seven years ago or so."
The studio was quiet, everyone actually intrigued to hear the whole story, even the trio sat quietly.
"Wow, and do you remember the kiss?" Shayne sarcastically asked, but he actually wanted to know.
"I do, it was a great kiss. I was a nervous wreck but he was so calm and collected and just a nice co-worker to work with." Y/n answered with a soft smile on her face.
"And the third one?"
"As many of you know, I've lived in Japan with my family for a part of my life. And some of you know I also play the clarinet, well played, and I wanted to play it in a marching band so I joined one." Y/n explained, quite easily.
"I think I know the lie." Shayne said quickly with a smirk while Y/n only sat with a soft smile on her face.
"It's the second one, the Tom Cruise one." He continued and Y/n sighed, looking down at the table.
But she quickly grabbed the water gun and sprayed Shayne in the chest with the ice cold water.
"WHAT!?!?!?" Angela shouted while Shayne sat in shock.
"You've actually kissed Tom Cruise?" He asked, eyes wide as he laughed in just pure shock.
"I have! It was some movie, I don't remember but I was the love-interest." Y/n chuckled while putting her gun down, letting it lean against the table.
"Wait so which one was the lie?" Shayne asked, making Y/n smile.
"The marching band one. I moved to Japan when I was fifteen but joined the marching band when I was eightteen because they had an age restriction." Y/n told the group who all made 'aah' noises as an understanding.
"Alright, so my turn. I have eaten a whole tarantula on camera. I have eaten a bull penis on camera. I have eaten surströmming on camera." Shayne said quickly.
"Okay, I know one of these 100%. You did eat a tarantula. It was on Mythical Kitchen. I was there with you but I chickened out and never ate the spider but you did." Y/n thought outloud, looking directly into Shayne's eyes.
Shayne chuckled and smiled, knowing that Y/n was right with that, they both were there.
"Ah, shit. I wasn't on the filming day of the surströmming. I remember it was you and Noah and his two brothers. Shit." Y/n muttered and sighed.
"I think the bull penis one is the lie. You must've eaten some piece of surströmming that day, your fingers smelt like shit after that I remember that." She claimed, making Shayne laugh.
"Are you sure?" Shayne checked with her and she nodded.
"I'm sorry Y/n, but you are very wrong-"
"Shit! No- No please, spare me!" Y/n began shouting as she watched Shayne pull the gun up from his side.
"LET ME TAKE OFF MY SWEATER FIRST PLEASE!" She continued yelling as everyone else laughed their asses off at her reaction.
Shayne let her take her sweater off and so she did.
Y/n unclipped her mic and pulled her sweater off, her t-shirt slightly following with but with the help of Courtney who held the shirt down, she threw the sweater away to the side.
While all of this was happening, Shayne felt his ears turn slightly pink at the sight of Y/n's stomach and a small part of her ribcage.
What was going on with him? He thought, blinking his quiet suggestive thoughts away.
"Okay, I'm ready." Y/n said, now only in a tanktop.
Shayne chuckled and slowly pumped the water gun, making Y/n nervous.
"Shayne! Just do i-" Y/n got interrupted by Shayne shooting water against her stomach, making Y/n jerk in shock.
The studio began laughing in the scene that just happened.
"OW! MY SIX-PACK!" Y/n joked, making the studio continue laughing, even Shayne laughed, his eyes closed as he did.
The studio calmed down and Y/n and Shayne continued the game, Shayne absolutely failing the game, getting completely drenched in water.
After a shot of water was shot against Shayne, Angela began joking about something, distracting the studio and audience of what happened anywhere else.
Y/n took the chance to look at Shayne who focused on Angela.
He had a big part of his t-shirt completely soaked, and Y/n kinda thanked herself for that, because now she could see Shayne's chest.
Her eyes drifted down a little before looking back up, but now on Angela who was still talking about who know's what.
Now it was Shayne's turn to look at Y/n, her tanktop had only gotten a little soaked, only showing some parts of her bra underneath.
Shayne had to control his breathing, his hands tightly knitted together underneath the tablecloth as he felt his ears turn pink again. He had felt Y/n's stare, he wasn't gullible, and damn did it make him feel good.
They continued the game after Angela's rant and finally it ended, ending with Y/n winning quite naturally.
The cameras turned off and the pair of them walked up to the sound manager who they handed their microphones to before walking out from the studio.
"That was fun, really." Y/n began, smiling softly at Shayne who chuckled, looking down at himself.
"Yeah, sure, maybe for you." He sighed dramatically, making Y/n grin while pushing Shayne's shoulder jokingly.
"Oh, shit, I forgot my sweater. Let me go get it." Y/n remembered, running back into the studio and getting the sweater.
As she picked up her sweater, Courtney walked up to her with a small smile.
"I saw you looking at him." She blurted out, making Y/n look up at her with slight wide eyes.
"I-"
"And he was looking at you too, y'know." Courtney said while smirking as she watched Y/n's cheeks turn slightly pink.
"Okay, fine. I was looking at him, he looked hot okay." Y/n sighed, confessing to Courtney who chuckled.
"Don't tell me that, tell it to him." She said while nodding to someone behind Y/n, who turned around to see Shayne stand there with slightly tinted ears.
"Oh-" Y/n said before trying to stutter something about how she did think like that and that it was okay if he didn't feel the same.
"Y/n, would you like to go out with me?" Shayne interrupted her rambling, making her stop in her tracks.
"What?" She asked, flabbergasted.
"Would you like to go out with me?" Shayne asked again, now with a smile on his face.
"Ye-Yeah, that'd be nice." Y/n said, now also with a grin on her face as she watched Shayne nod and walk away.
"Finally! I've waited for that since you both started working here." Courtney groaned, walking away from Y/n who stood there, excitement filling her entire body.
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Hi! Could i request Laios's party with a reader that mumbles the oddest/stupidest things in their sleep? Like each time the others have night watch they know they can't count on [reader] to entertain them with their sleepy nonsense.
sleep talk
꒰ includes ꒱ ⸻ (dungeon meshi) laios touden, chilchuck tims, marcille donato, senshi, and izutsumi.
꒰ warnings ꒱ ⸻ gn! reader, fluff.
꒰ blossom's note ꒱ ⸻ i don't sleep talk, but i do snore. this was fun to write, thank you for the request!
izutsumi is always the most excited to listen to your nightly rambles (as long as she isn't exhausted) bc it's great entertainment.
she always teases you come morning, telling you the ridiculous things you say.
also likes prompting you to say stuff in your sleep.
"how many bears am i fighting?" you mumbled in your sleep, and she grinned maniacally as she said "100" to which you groaned and answered in your sleep "i'm just one person!"
she has so much fun messing with you and influencing your dreams/sleep talk.
the next one who's most entertained is laios, though he finds it more endearing because it reminds him of his childhood- falin often mumbled in her sleep too.
he's happy for your odd little mumbles, because it helps keep him awake during his nightly watches.
he's always hanging on to the edge of your story, never expecting the next thing that comes out your mouth- he'll chuckle and retell you in the morning.
might try and steer your sleepy talk to the realm of monsters, in which you usually wake up with a nightmare of sorts. you have no idea why you get so many monster nightmares, but it's always when laios is on night watch.
marcille has fun trying to figure out what you're dreaming- they says dreams are a view into someones subconscious, but if that's the case then she is very worried for you
"RATS!" you once shouted in your sleep, which startled and scared the shit out of marcille- she might wake you up just to make sure you're okay
if she's not on watch, and you fall asleep before her, she might use some magic to mute your mumblings bc they're very distracting
(and she will get caught up in an romantic or dramatic storyline your sleepy self concocts)
senshi worries if you're getting proper sleep with your all your sleep talking, so reassure him.
definitely was caught off guard the first time he witnessed your sleep talk and thought you were possibly pranking him.
after he's certain you're not pranking him, nor that sleep talk is linked to worse sleep, then he'll find comfort in your nightly chatter. it assures him that you're still safe and sound.
if he's ever mentioned in your sleeping mumbles, he'll get particularly interested in what you have to say, but otherwise he usually doesn't pay it much mind.
chilchuck is least fond of this habit, only when he's not on night watch because he's got sensitive ears and he can hear every single word you say.
will end up with his pillow covering both ears, in hopes of muffling your words.
when he does stay up to take watch for monsters though, he gets a good laugh and enjoys the entertainment you provide.
similarly to senshi, might worry the first time he hears your chatter (his dad instincts kick in lol) but once he's reassured you're okay, he'll relax
will reference your sleepy chatter during the day to see if you remember anything, but instead he just confuses you- it's like an inside joke, but he's the only one in on it apparently
꒰ ❀ ꒱ thank you for reading. have a wonderful day, darling!
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drag me down: adore you
synopsis: pham hanni hates park y/n. that's the story, that's where your relationship is based off. she doesn't hate you - she never did and coming to terms with those feelings have been challenging as she tries to catch up to you.
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When Hanni first met you, it felt as if her life was being sucked out by your presence. A face that makes anyone swoon over, along with the brains that Hanni envies – who wouldn’t be if the new student is academically gifted. It didn’t help that your teacher seems to know everything about your background as a student let alone how little information you had given.
She never thought of you as a threat before, but with such name and title, the possibility of taking her spot that she has worked so hard for. She despised you from there on out.
Not a single day came where she had to do better, work harder, as she watches you do your own thing. Everything you did made her feel a slow burning sensation in her body. It became hard once you showed interest that was deemed playful, rather than the typical shouting at each other and getting the other mad. You were playfully flirting with her.
Hanni doesn’t remember when it started or how it started but the burning sensation was slowly turning into butterflies in her stomach. She wanted to hate you, the need to hate you and not the idea that whatever she was feeling to take control. That was why she agreed to Jungwon courting her, maybe she just likes the attention you’re giving her and not the possibility of actually taking a liking to you.
She never truly hated you – it was all an act to make sure to not fall for you.
With parents like Hanni’s, everything she is given must be taken with precaution. One that showcases fake smiles, laughter that has been practised to perfection, and the ability to blend in at any given scenario. She simply can’t be reckless, do the things she loves without thinking of the possible consequences, and run straight on to any given scenario.
She can’t risk it.
Then you came.
Everything that was little Ms. Perfect, that was Pham Hanni, was thrown out of the window. She became reckless with starting petty fights with you, annoying you by singing her favourite songs just so she could see your reaction, and just being herself whenever she’s with you. There was something about the little rivalry between the pair that made her believe that she could let loose – she saw perfection in your entire being only to realise there are flaws that she chose to ignore. Still, she always corrects you.
The most reckless thing she has done always involved you. Accusing you of cheating as Sunoo made sure that either one of your reputations would be ruined for his own personal reasons or how she’s become more and more unsure of whether she should act as if she hates you or admit her feelings.
Hanni avoids the kitchen at home as much as possible or a specific area by the parking lot. The scene keeps playing in her head whenever she goes to the kitchen and she stands by the sink. How she’ll stand by that same spot as she watches you walk away from her every time for the past two weeks.
Remembering the way you wrapped your arm around her waist, how soft and smooth your face is, and how your perfume makes her feel intoxicated. It’s just a memory now, one she replays on repeat as if it's a broken track. What if she had kissed you? What if she wasn’t afraid to admit that you occupy her mind so much that it became the reason why she hates you? What if she never said yes to Jungwon courting her?
Would you be dating by now?
Would things change for the better?
Pham Hanni never hated you – she likes you.
That was where Hanni landed as you continue to avoid her, she’s just glad to have you back in your old spot as Chaewon fought you to make sure that her crush would sit next to her rather than hearing you wallow about missing Hanni. It started slow, something about her changed as she became more like the Hanni you grew to adore in private.
Hanni made sure that you would feel loved or that she doesn’t hate you. From the little gifts of sweets on your desk as you always arrive late, or the little notes in your notebook after lunch, or how Hanni has slowly sat closer to you. It has become harder to avoid the girl.
“Does anyone want candies?” Chaewon looked at you as if you’re crazy, handing her a piece of candy that Hanni had given you in front of her. Watching as you gave your friends the sweets you had gotten that day as if you were truly insane.
To them it was Hanni’s attempt to make things better, avoid any bad blood before college but things have become difficult on your end. Chaewon admitted that you weren’t even talking to Hanni in your clubs together, debate club became boring without rebuttals coming from the pair, or how the student council doesn’t have their honorary member that would mess with Hanni to keep things light.
Even her little attempts of talking to you or trying to be more open such as trying to intertwine your pinkies as you fidget with your ring. Slowly showing signs in your interests and even cheering you on during practice as you question why she’s not in the student council office finalising the paperwork needed for the ball.
“Didn’t know Hanni is your girlfriend?” In the bleachers was Hanni waving at you with the biggest smile on her face as you looked confused at her and questioned why she suddenly acts like she doesn’t hate your guts and wanted to kick you on multiple occasions.
“Yunjin, what the actual fuck?”
“What? You can’t keep avoiding her.”
That was the problem, at any given opportunity you’re running away from Hanni. Even after she left an energy drink in your locker with a note that makes you cringe and run away because this is not the same Pham Hanni from years ago that accused you of cheating and annoys you whenever and however. She hates how you’re slowly fixing your uniform so as to not let her fix it or be near her in any way despite being seatmates and partners in your project. Even when she visits the cafe, you act like you’re taking a break as you hide in the storage room where you’re freezing to death and hope that she leaves once you come out. She doesn’t.
Hanni is now frustrated at you as if everything that had happened was thrown out the window and she doesn’t understand why you’re like that. She just watches you from afar and even if you’re close it still feels so far from reach that you keep on running away and avoiding the issue that
Hanni likes you. You like her.
It didn’t help that Jungwon took this opportunity to talk to her more. Hanni could only observe the way your hands would close tightly, scoffing at every single pick up line Jungwon would say and how he’s too close to your liking. She doesn’t understand why you’re giving such reactions like that when you’ve been avoiding her all this time.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you something, Hanni.” Hanni was zoning out as she watches you clearly within earshot slowly tensing by Jungwon that was too close to comfort and there was nothing you could do.
“Will you go to the grad ball with me?” Everything moved fast, Hanni rejecting Jungwon’s offer as Y/N merely sat there processing what she had heard. Silence, you could only hear your heart racing as you turn around to face the two, hoping it isn’t a dream.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said no. This whole courting thing? I'm done. I’m sorry but I just don’t see a future with you.” Hanni was free, Jungwon is no longer in the picture of their so-called relationship. Your heart could only beat faster as you watched Hanni walk away.
Everything moved fast as Hanni packed her stuff and left Jungwon standing like an idiot and Y/N running after her as everyone watched it unfold. Chaewon could only smile at her friend who finally is doing something with her feelings and not avoiding the girl who has been occupying her heart since they had first met.
Running away seemed like the only option you had once in front of Hanni – funny how you ran to talk to her only to keep running and avoiding her.
You hate how your heart beats faster when she’s near.
She hates that you’re making her insane by deflecting the issue.
She chases you. Slowly reaching for your hoodie as you run away and towards somewhere that she couldn’t find you. The perks of being a soccer player was that you’re fast but you learned never to underestimate Hanni, not when you’ve reached a dead end and she’s in front of you.
Standing close to you, holding your hoodie and pulling on it harshly just so you won’t run away from her. When was the last time you were this close to her? When was the last time you smelled her perfume and looked at her eyes without looking away and thinking you don’t deserve to be in the same proximity as her? When did Pham Hanni start to look at you the same way you’ve been looking at her for years?
“I’m tired of your games, Park.” Frustrated. She’s frustrated at you and who wouldn’t when her efforts are being thrown out of the window. Looking at her eyes that are on the brink of letting the tears fall as her hold on your hoodie slowly loosens. Weeks of avoiding each other and there you simply stand.
Hanni caresses your cheek, you don’t know when the tears start to flow as her hands slowly turn into fist and hit you as she lets her frustration out. You simply let her as she progressively hits you harder only to stop and cry onto your hoodie. Holding her at an abandoned hallway where she cries in your arms whispering profanities your way and letting everything out.
“I miss your stupid little banters. I miss your messed up uniform. I miss how you would correct me in the debate club. I miss how you would subtly let me borrow your hoodie without me asking. I miss your scent or how soft your hand is and how you hold onto me like what you’re doing right now. I hate that I miss you.”
“I missed you too, Pham.” The thing with Hanni, she’s perfect – ask anyone and they’ll agree. It’s different if they ask you, knowing her flaws and accepting her as she is despite the fact that she has been acting all these years as the Ms. Perfect student.
Pham Hanni is just like you – in a world where everyone’s eyes are on you, there is no choice but to act like someone you aren’t.
“I hate you, Y/N.”
“I hate you too, Hanni.”
At the end of the hallway where you two stood, Hanni doesn’t remember how it came to this. She’s holding onto you as you caress her back to calm her down and whispering sweet nothings as things settle between you two.
“I hate that I’m starting to fall for you, Park.” Hanni hears you laughing and how she missed being the reason for that. She snuggles deeper onto you as hold onto her tightly letting your actions do the talking.
“I’m here to catch you, Pham.”
You made sure that Hanni heard you clearly as you stood there in silence. Even teasing you as she tucked your hair behind your ear to see how red they were.
“Your ears are so red.”
“Shut up.”
Even when the bell rang all you could do was walk back together and act as if Hanni didn’t pour her heart out to you. She finally sits closer to you as the rebuttals start coming back with a smile on your face as you compare scores and discuss lessons as if you didn’t avoid her for an entire month.
“Hm.. any music recommendation?” You looked at Hanni while she finalised the paperwork at the student council office.
“You’re gonna hate me for recommending Harry Styles.”
“I won’t. I never did.”
As you two work together in your own things, with the comfort of the student council office with Adore You playing softly in the background. Hanni looks at you as she sings the chorus without you knowing it’s directed at you.
“Just let me adore you.”
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Be Quiet
hitoshi shinsou x reader
summary: y/n has always had a hard time staying quiet about anything. shinsou is the very opposite of that. he is reserved and mysterious. and of course, fate has to bite them in the ass. the two of them are partnered up for a final project in their last year of high school. why does the universe hate them?
a/n- this is assumed to be set in their last year (when they are legal adults) 💜 fic includes: fingering, thigh grinding, 69 position, lots of cum and snarky comments, enemies to lovers? and as always, no spell check!
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“shinsou is my partner?”
you feel a rush of blood to your cheeks. patting your cold hands against the newly hot skin, you sigh and fall into uraraka’s shoulder.
“he hates me, ochako!”
the girl laughs at you, allowing you to lean onto her shoulder. “i doubt that, y/n.”
“well clearly you haven’t seen him staring bullets into my back! if he had the option to kill me, i think he’d take it!”
you heard someone clear their throat from behind you. muttering your apologies, you separate from urararaka and step aside the board. you were probably blocking it from the people behind you. when you turn around, you are met with the exasperated face of your partner.
shinsou.
oh god, you wanted to die! to literally die! you felt your heart drop in your stomach, panic setting in. your eyes darted to uraraka, who was just as surprised as you.
fuck! fuck! fuck!
“i don’t want to kill you y/n.”
you stood there for a few moments, barely registering what he said. shinsou found it kind of cute...how incorrect you were about him. though your mouth opened, no words came out.
“hm, the loud girl finally shuts her mouth. how refreshing.”
huh?? how rude! you were never going to shut your mouth! fuck being embarrassed, that was just plain old mean!
“excuse me?! sensei, i need a new partner, stat! this one is being mean!”
your sensei glared at you, ever used to your antics and dramatic flair. “i’m not giving you a new partner just because he said something mean, y/n. this is not a preschool.”
“oh for fucks sake...” you sigh loudly, pushing your hair back from your face. “don’t be an asshole, shinsou.”
“can’t make any promises.”
“well then i can’t make any promises that my fist won’t come in contact with your face.”
“good luck with that, pretty girl.”
and with that, shinsou walked away. a smirk was on his face as you stood there stupidly. your hands touched your cheeks again, which felt like they were on fire.
“pretty girl? the hell does he mean, pretty girl? i hate men!”
but honestly, you didn’t hate that one. not in the slightest. you felt yourself becoming attracted to him. he was the kind of guy who seemed all tough on the outside but a sweetheart on the inside, like bakugou. but wayyyy hotter.
you’d always had a crush on shinsou. he was the complete opposite of you. what attracted you to him was his enigmatic nature. though he was reserved, he was also very intelligent and intuitive. when he raised his hand in class, he fascinated you, embarrassingly enough.
uraraka came over to you. “he likes you! a lot!”
you wanted to bang your head on a table. multiple times.
“i want to die.”
uraraka laughed at you, taking your hand. “cmon! let’s go back to class!”
TIME SKIP
shinsou liked to watch you in class. you were the most interesting person he’d ever laid eyes on. your voice carried throughout the classroom as you shouted a profanity that went with your story. that earned you a glare from your sensei, who you apologized to, then went on like it was nothing.
the class laughed at your lack of concern. shinsou couldn’t help but chuckle himself as well. you were quite the character. it took a certain type of person to be able to handle you and your mannerisms.
your eyes shifted over towards his. when you realized he was staring, shinsou smirked. he gave you a wave without a care in the world. he was unabashedly staring at you. face blushing pink, you quickly adverted your eyes.
TIME SKIP
it had been a few days since the classroom incidents. your due date was coming in a month or so. but you wanted to get it done early. so you went to one of your many class 3-A group chats and found shinsou’s number.
y/n: project? 💻
shinsou : sure
shinsou: what day
y/n: whatever day works best for you!
shinsou: friday?
y/n: kayyyy sounds good! come to my dorm after dinner :p
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you smiled to yourself and set your phone down. friday it is!
TIME SKIP
shinsou was on your bed. in grey sweatpants. on your bed.
you couldn’t help your eyes. they kept on going down to- nope! bad y/n! it was weird and perverted. if shinsou was looking down at your private parts you were sure you’d slap him!
did he notice? of course he did. but you had no idea. shinsou never really said anything about your obvious crush. he thought you were just adorable. that’s why he wore the sweatpants.
denki gave him the tip. shinsou would never admit it out loud, but his method worked. you were so flustered once he walked into your room. a chuckle came from his mouth when your eyes drifted down, but you had no idea he was laughing at you.
“so s-shinsou, what do you want to w-write about?”
the sexual tension was real. you could almost grasp it. it was emanating in the air, surrounding you.
“hmm,”
you bent over and grabbed a text book from your backpack. shinsou’s eyes widened as you displayed more of your thighs to him. the area of exposed skin made him feel some type of way. his thoughts began to drift to less appropriate things.
as you settled back down, your thighs squished back into your soft mattress. he wanted to touch them. to squish the thick skin in his hands. they looked so smooth. shinsou’s mind was that of a stereotypical teenage boy. how humiliating.
“shinsou, what do you uh, think about writing about how our pasts have affected our current motivations to become a h-hero.”
meanwhile shinsou’s brain was in a frizz. your room felt so hot. he carded his hands through his unruly violet hair.
gods, why did you bother him so much?
shinsou felt sweaty. so very sweaty.
“before we uh, get started,” he cleared his throat awkwardly. “do you mind if i take off my shirt?”
“HUH?!” you gaped.
is he playing tirkcs on you? certainly shinsou has to know you have a crush on him. your actions are anything but lowkey. has he noticed you staring at his sweaty body after he gets done training? the way the sweat drips down his abs- or how big his arms are. oh god- get back to reality, y/n!
“it’s hot as hell in here.”
“s’not! s’not that hot at all!!”
shinsou glared at you. you glared back. your line of defense was anything but successful. and he was right- it was hot. but you preferred the warmth over anything else.
“fine! whatever! but we need to get to this project!”
“attagirl. do you have a hair tie i could borrow?”
when shinsou puts his hair up, your brain ceases to function. you could already imagine his strands of curls hanging out of the low bun.
“mmm...lemme go look.”
you turned your back on him, blushing furiously. attagirl. a simple phrase that turned your brain to mush. the lack of the shirt, his hair in the sexiest style, low hanging sweatpants. yeah, you were fucked.
finding a hair tie, you turned around to see that shinsou was sprawled on your full sized bed. his chest was face down (thank god) and his ring clad fingers were flipping through one of your journals.
“woah woah, nosy! get your dumb pretty boy head out of there!”
shinsou chuckled as you swatted him with the same book he was looking through seconds ago. you scold him under your breath as you return the journal to its rightful place. he had some nerve, going through your stuff!
“you think i’m pretty?” he teased
god, you hoped the entry he stumbled upon was a depressive episode entry and that he was just teasing you.
“no, i think you’re ugly and stupid. focus on the project, for christ’s sake!”
shinsou was disappointed by your reply. but he was sure that it was a front. your blushing face and flustered movements told an entirely different story.
“can’t say it was easy to understand when you were stuttering the whole time trying to explain the idea for it.”
taking the hair tie from your hand, shinsou pulled his hair up. half was up and half was down. a few unruly locks escaped his messy style. you hated to admit it, but he made you wet with just one look.
“oh for fucks sake! scoot over, asshole. i need room on my bed too!”
“can’t help that it’s tiny, princess.”
in spite of yourself, you mocked him. but truth be told, you loved it when he called you princess. you wanted him so terribly badly. he could call you any pet name and you’d think it was hot.
“what, you don’t like it when i call you princess?”
“shut up you-“
a startled gasp came from your mouth as he grabbed your chin. shinsou looked down at you condescendingly. such a fucking brat. but such a cute one at that.
“tell me the truth.”
his quirk- fuck! stupid shinsou with that incredible quirk! the control you had on your body temporarily ceased. your mind felt as though it went blank. and your lips were compelled to answer his question.
“i like it when you call me princess.”
“of courseeee you do, you just wanna act like a brat, huh princess? do you prefer brat or what?”
the response was automatic. robotic, almost.
“i like both.”
“attagirl. now you can shut that pretty mouth of yours.”
you were struggling against his control. being a victim of shinsou’s quirk was quite the inconvenience. he could literally ask you anything and you would have to say the answer.
“but i’m not that mean, so dontcha worry. i’ll release my control on you.”
once you were free again, you nearly lunged yourself at him.
“shinsou i am one step away from smacking the ever living daylights out of you!”
“calm down princess, i just wanted to test you.”
“test me? i’m starting to hate this.”
shinsou chuckled. “oh yeah? this has to be my favorite project of the year.”
“whatever, eyebags! onto the project!”
“eyebags?!”
you ignored him, continuing on with your spiel.
“basically, i think we should do how our pasts affect our current hero ambitions! like how you were put into class 1-B the first year and transferred to class 2-A in your second, ya know?”
“mmm, okay. at least you didn’t stutter that time.”
you smacked him with one of your books. little shit.
and so, you and shinsou began collaborating on your project. shinsou remained relatively distracted though, as so much of your skin was exposed. your long sleeve barely covered your boobs from spilling out. and that little mini skirt did nothing to hide your thighs. and the worst of all- that heart garter. he loved to hate those stupid things you wore every day. shinsou imagined himself biting down on your thighs- even imagined you naked with just the garters and panties and bra. you were too much of a hinderance to his learning.
you tried to ignore his stares. but it became increasingly difficult as more hours went on. the sexual tension was still there, burning more than ever. you decided to break it.
"shinsou- are you almost done?" you inquired.
shinsou sighed, shoving his laptop shut. he needed to get to the point- and quickly.
“listen princess, this project is interesting and all, but i have my mind on other things.”
you raised a brow. “oh? and what might that be?”
“we need to cut the tension and be honest with each other. i'm so fucking horny, y/n. i need you on my lap, making out with me.”
“sh-shinsou?” you whispered, stunned.
“oh, don’t tell me you don’t feel the same.”
“i- it’s just so sudden is all!”
“yeah, well i’m not an idiot. i can tell when a girl is horny too.”
you frowned at him, upturning your nose. the hell did he know about that? and since when was it ‘obvious’ to a person? shinsou gauged your reaction, only fueling his need.
“i have half a mind to kick you out of my room.”
“but cha won’t, will ya princess? you want me just as bad as i want you.”
you brought your body closer to his, letting your thighs rest on his chest. shinsou only smirked, his deep chuckle in your ear. his greedy hands pulled on the plushy, soft skin of your thighs.
now it was your turn to tease him. your index finger trailed from his sharp jawline to v line towards his pants. shinsou simply observed you as your finger raked down his pale skin.
“how do you know that i want you so bad, shinsou?”
“i can smell ya from right here, brat.”
you weren’t even ashamed of your wetness. your pussy clenched at shinsou’s arrogant words. god, you panties were absolutely soaked. you spread your thighs and adjusted once again, letting your wet panties soak into his gray sweatpants.
“why don’t you just drop the stupid fucking innocent act?”
“m’not acting any way sir.”
“oh really?” he growled, pulling your collar back to him. “because last time i checked, i had the mind control quirk. so if you keep lying to me, i’ll force you to tell the truth.”
a whimper came from your throat as he moved his fingers to your neck. the thin, long fingers that you had wet dreams about. you wanted him to scissor you, shove them in your mouth, or even choke you if you got lucky. and it seemed like his mind ran to the same things.
“don’t be such a meanie, shin!”
“tell.”
his fingers wrapped around your throat.
“me.”
a single squeeze. you moaned, gripping desperately onto your bed sheets. fistfuls of the cotton material. fingers and eyes begging for more.
“the.”
oh god, now he was really doing it. his fingers squeezed hard.
“truth.”
a strained moan came from your throat as his fingers rendered you weak. you made a squealing sound and pulled at his wrist. shinsou chuckled as he watched your desperate hands. he wanted to tease more, but knew that you were finally willing to admit the truth.
“i’m acting like a brat because i want you to fuck me, sir.”
“and you just love acting like a brat. you love acting all innocent, being the adorable little thing you are. acting so oblivious. it’s a damn shame that you couldn’t own up to your desires sooner. i'd have fucked you all the way through high school.”
“really?” you smiled at him. "i never knew, shinsou."
shinsou smirked back, brushing hair from your face. you were so sweet despite your loudmouth. "i always thought you were hot, y/n. you'd be stupid to think you aren't attractive."
you nodded your head.
“god, your eyes are so pretty. they will look even prettier crying when i overstim you.”
“shinsou-” you gasped. he smirked as he threw you down on the bed. shinsou towered over you, chain hanging by your lips. his hand gripped your cheeks, squishing your adorable face.
“tell me what you need, my pretty princess.”
“i wanna be on your lap shinsou.”
fucking hell, the two of you were a match made in heaven. he always imagined your thick thighs wrapped around his chest. shinsou chuckled, sitting up against the wall. his hands beckoned you and his legs spread to welcome you on his lap.
"go on. sit on me, princess."
you blushed. "shinsou- i'm chubby."
your adorable little pouty face. shinsou shook his head. "get those thick ass thighs on me before i grab you myself."
you began to rock back and forth on his thigh. shinsou felt your hips grind your wet cunt into the material of his sweatpants. he looked down to see a giant wet spot and tsked to himself.
“naughty little girl, leaving a mess for me to clean up.”
“mmm~ i’ll always be naughty for you~”
he chuckled to himself as he observed you. entranced in the way you got yourself off. your eyes were screwed shut but your mouth was wide open. back arched close to his chest, nearly pressing against him. whines and whimpers fell from your mouth as you experienced an ultimate sense of euphoria.
“that’s it princess. keep on going.”
"shinsou, you're so big and muscly-" you whined.
your hands gripped at his biceps. he flexed slightly so you could feel his strength, which made you giggle. natuso couldn't take his eyes off of you.
"yeah? you like it?"
"uh huh!" you moaned as he rocked his thigh up into your pussy. shinsou loved watching you fall apart on him. "that feels really good sir!"
“oh yeah princess? you like grinding on my thigh like a little whore?”
“yes sir! feels so fucking good!!”
shinsou chuckled. he watched your face contort as you fell apart for him. the way your jaw dropped open and you threw your head back. how your thighs trapped his own. your boobs jiggling.
“god y/n, look at you. fucking falling apart on me and i haven’t even touched you yet have i? you’re a desperate little girl aren’t you?”
“so desperate daddy!” you whine, gripping onto his arm.
shinsou feels you press your tits around his arm. he leans into your ear and watches goosebumps appear as he speaks. your whimpers became louder until they were moans. he felt your pace hasten as you came closer.
“you gonna cum, pretty princess?”
shinsou chuckled as you moaned his name at climax. he had never seen anything so hot in his life. everything about this was perfect for him.
once you came down, you blinked. “oh my god- what have i done?”
“came all over my thigh like a dirty little girl.”
“shinsou!” you whined. “you’re so mean! i-i just can’t believe i did that…”
shinsou leaned against the wall, smirking. “oh i fuckin can. you’ve been horny for me, haven’t you?”
you gasped, wrapping your legs around him. shinsou felt you sit on his hard cock. his eyebrows knit as you settled your warm pussy right on top of him.
“i’m not telling!”
shinsou didn’t even register what you said though. you felt his dick throb. it was clear he needed to be taken care of.
“fuck y/n, you’re so hot. i should’ve shut you up like this long ago.”
shut me up? you pouted once again. “what d’ya mean shinsou? what do you wanna do?”
shinsou thought about it for a second. he didn’t want to rush into things. but he also wanted to pleasure you and show you just how skilled he was.
“69?” he asked
you blinked. “s-shin…i’ve never done that before,”
he took his face into his hands. those wandering eyes, peering into his own. they shined with lust. “oh princess, you’ll do amazing. i’m here to help you through…first things first.”
he pushed you off his lap. you gasped as you landed back on your pillow. shinsou wasted no time in tearing off your shorts.
“now princess…do you wanna keep your shirt on? i won’t force ya into anything.”
you were shy. you nodded your head.
“that’s okay baby. perfectly fine. i’m gonna take your panties off, okay?”
as he removed your panties, he smelled your pussy. his dick twitched uncontrollably, especially when he felt how wet the panties were. shinsou curiously pushed one of your thighs up. this revealed your sloppy, wet pussy to him. he audibly groaned.
“fuck princess. i need to feel this cunt.”
he took a finger, plunging it inside. your back arched as you felt the sensation. shinsou’s breathing became faster as he heard the squelching noises. he added another finger, making you cry out his name.
“shinsou! oh god- it feels really good!”
shinsou thought about how his cock would be even better. but that needed to wait. just like the fingers. he promised you 69, and 69 was what you were going to get. you whined as he withdrew his fingers.
“ah ah ah, don’t you start making those sounds. i could be real mean to you baby and not make you feel good.”
you shook your head quickly. “no sir! i wanna still feel good!”
shinsou loved this control. he towered over your body, each hand on the side of your head. he leaned down and seized your lips. you were caught in a storm of tongue and passion. both of you moaned into the kiss.
“need to switch positions princess. those thighs are gonna be around my head and that mouth is gonna swallow my cock. okay?”
you nodded your head, allowing him to rest his on your pillow. “you sure you won’t suffocate? i’m a bigger girl…”
“fuck, if i suffocate, ill die the happiest man. i have been dreaming about those thick ass fuckin thighs. can’t wait for you to sit that pussy down. it’ll be the perfect place for it.”
you giggled, though still unsure of yourself. shinsou took his sweats down, allowing for his dick to spring free. a little gasp escaped you. you couldn’t wait to suck it.
“you like what you see, my princess?”
“yes daddy! ‘m gonna treat you sooo good!”
you eagerly wrapped your hands around the base. shinsou hissed, slapping the back of your thighs. “put your pussy on my fucking face.”
finally, you sat on his face. natsuo absolutely lost it. all these moans came from him as he devoured your insides. and as for you, you arched your back and slurped up and down.
“fuck!” natsuo mumbled. “fuckin amazing head,”
as you went down, so did your pussy. the two of you were in perfect tandem. natsuo gripped onto your hips, slapping your ass occasionally. he couldn’t wait for more of these moments. next time he’d fuck your face, or even your pussy if you’d let him.
you loved sucking his cock. especially when he added inside his fingers. you were absolutely lost in pleasure. it felt so good to take care of shinsou while still also feeling good. he began twitching in your mouth. you began slowing your movements, becoming closer yourself.
“shit- shinsou! shinsou! it feels so good daddy!” you moaned
he felt you swallow him whole. shinsou’s eyes widened, feeling himself get close. he began to jerk up his hips, loving the sound of his cock hitting the back of your throat and making you choke.
you pushed your pussy on his face harder, practically fucking yourself on him. you slid your pussy up and down his lips, even side to side. you knew he was going to be absolutely covered in your juices.
he began to twitch, jerking his thighs all the way up without stopping. you choked, feeling his cum shoot up into your throat. quickly, you tore yourself off.
“shin-shinsou! please daddy~ make me cum too!”
when you looked back, shinsou only spurted more cum. it was all over your neck and he could see it on your tongue and lips. he gripped your thighs extra tight, quickening his pace.
“fuck daddy! yes! that’s so good!”
shinsou loved your pussy. he felt you go up from his nose to down his chin. and he wanted you to get it all over him. it was the best feeling he had ever experienced.
finally, you let out your final whine. “i feel it daddy~ oh god!”
you immediately pulled yourself off him. shinsou frowned, but quickly smirked again when you sat back on his chest. now there would be pussy on his tummy too.
“god princess…” he sighed, propping his head up. “i’m covered in you!”
you put your face in your hands as if it would help. shinsou chuckled. “did you like it?”
“uh huh- loved it shinsou.”
he brought your hands down and put them around his neck. you leaned down, cuddling yourself on top of him. shinsou smiled, petting your head softly.
“it was the best time i’ve ever had…” you admit
“yeah?” shinsou said. “me too.”
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I Don’t Don’t Do Drugs
Part I: Bad Decisions
jey uso x black! oc (Chloe)
word count: 2,356
a/n: i am so excited to share this with you guys. if you noticed the word count is up there. this is a mutli chapter story that i revised to be a small series for you guys. this is my favorite OC so i’m very excited to share her. i hope you all enjoy!
Summary: Chloe is NXT’s newest rising star. Jey Uso is..well.. Jey Uso. Follow these star crossed lovers through the struggle of temptation and lust.
Tags: smut, porn but mostly plot
Warnings: BIG disclaimer for infidelity. jey’s wife in this story is an OC not jey’s wife irl. + unprotected sex and swearing
“Back bump!” Coach Bloom shouted. All the trainees heeded his orders, immediately falling to their backs. “Up!…Face bump!”
Jey looked on in amusement, he remembered those days. Practicing those bumps, running those drills, getting as many reps in as he could. Grinding as hard as he could to get to where he is today, he smiled to himself.
Oh, how far he had come.
There were four rings, each had about four trainees and they all had different looks that screamed potential. However, there was one girl that caught his attention.
She was dark skinned, slim, with toned arms and long hair she wore in two braids. When Jey’s eyes fell on her, it was like the rest of the world around them disappeared. She was an angel.
“Ayo, Albert.” Jey leaned over, nudging the man. “Who’s the girl in the middle right there?”
“Ah, that’s a new recruit, Chloe James. Twenty one years old, reminds me of a young Randy in the ring…Handstand bump!”
Jey only decided to visit the performance center because his younger brother Solo asked him to, but as the training session went on, his younger brother was the last thing on his mind.
He eyed the young girl heavily and even though she had room for improvement, he immediately knew what Coach was talking about. She was a natural athlete and an obvious future star. But, that wasn’t the only thing about her that had his attention.
Anyone with eyes could see that she was beautiful. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she moved around the ring. It was like watching an angel fish glide through the ocean, elegant and natural.
When training finally wrapped up, he saw his brother talk to her and some of the other trainees.
Chloe noticed him watching and eyed Jey with interest, which he immediately took note of. She was dripping with sweat and Jey felt himself stir at the way her full lips wrapped around her water bottle.
From that day on, anytime he went to visit the PC, he’d have an eye out for her. They spoke sometimes, but the conversation was typically brief. He knew any attempt at growing closer to the girl would unravel feelings he wasn’t ready to control.
Despite that, he was in a vicious cycle of lust and infatuation with Chloe. He desperately wanted to make a move on her, but a nervous twist of the ring on his finger served as a reminder that he shouldn’t.
Nothing ever stopped him from looking.
All things changed one Thursday night. On one of his monthly trips to Orlando to train with Solo, he arrived at the Performance Center only to see his brother was nowhere to be found. The only person in the entire building was Chloe.
For a moment he silently watched the girl running the ropes, doing lucha rolls and various body movement drills. She was mesmerizing, not just her gorgeous body, but the way she moved.
She was a future star. She was a natural.
She continued for a while without noticing he was there and he watched and watched. Then she finally stopped with a startled jump.
“Whoa, you scared the hell out of me,” she said, laughing nervously with a hand over her chest.
“My apologies,” Jey said with a bright smile. “I was supposed to come train with my brother tonight didn’t expect anyone else to be here.”
“Oh, Solo didn’t tell you? He took Elektra Lopez out on a date tonight, the Legados guys don’t like him, so they gotta sneak and stuff.”
Jey should’ve been annoyed that he came all this way for nothing, but it all seemed worth it as he got to hear the amused giggle she let out as she explained his brother’s odd dating situation.
Then, he looked around and realized this could be his perfect opportunity to connect with Chloe. At the back of his mind, he knew he should keep space between them. He saw the way she looked at him, but that wasn’t only because she always caught him staring. There was an ever growing ball of tension between them.
But, who was he to deny.
“I hate to have come all this way for nothing, maybe you could use a training partner?” Jey offered.
The girl bit her lip, “Actually yeah there’s this move you do..can you show it to me?”
Jey felt his dick twitch in his shorts at the sight of her full lips tugged between her teeth, but he took a deep breath willing the feeling away. He had fucked around on his wife before, but this was different.
Chloe wasn’t some random girl he met on instagram or a ring rat hanging around after the show. This was different. Something about indulging in Chloe felt like crossing a line.
He was sure he could have a quick training session without things going too far, he thought to himself. He could ignore the feelings stirring in his chest and pants for an hour.
The two wrestlers rolled around in the ring. He showed her high flying and she taught him some submissions and ground wrestling, showing off her flexibility with her toned, brown, legs wrapped tightly around his head.
He reversed the move, floating over to pin the girl on her back. She tried to fight him off, but the Samoan man was stronger. The two laughed as she struggled to pry her wrists from his grip.
“Now, what do you say?” Jey asked, with a mischievous grin.
“Please?” she rolled her eyes.
“Hmm…beg a little” Jey said, a little more suggestively than he intended. He tightened his grip a bit more, pressing her into the mat.
Her eyes softened as she fluttered her gaze up to meet his. She poked out her bottom lip, with faux innocence, “Pretty please?”
Something about that went straight to Jey’s dick and before he could talk himself out it, his lips were crashing into Chloe’s.
He released her wrists, moving one hand down to a comfortable place on her waist, while the other immediately went down to her ass. With no interruptions, his tongue slipped past her lips and they kissed for minutes in the middle of the ring.
Finally they broke apart, panting as Jey pulled back to adjust his growing erection in his shorts. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to come onto you like that,” he mumbled.
“It’s okay...” She whispered with a blush, pulling him down for another kiss. Widening her legs, she allowed Jey to grind his hardening dick against her sex. The two were waist to waist, the only thing separating them was their thin layer of clothes.
Quickly, Jey became hyper aware of that and his hands flew tearing off her shoes and leggings, tossing them aimlessly across the eighteen foot ring.
He wasted no time dipping his fingers into the wet of her sex, using it to slick his dick before sliding in slowly. The echoes of their moans bounced off the walls of the performance center as Jey thrusted in and out, losing himself in the heat of the girl.
Chloe writhed beneath him, her eyes rolling into her head as he pounded into her sweet spot. Her arms found a home around the back of his neck, pulling him down to place hungry kisses across her neck and face.
Before long Jey felt her tightening around him. Just before he came, reality hit and he pulled out. Two last strokes to his dick and he came on the stomach and chest of the shaking girl beneath him.
After the hardest orgasm Jey had ever experienced, his chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, bracing himself on one arm, reaching for his shirt with the other.
“Here let me help you with that before it dries,” he said breathlessly using the tank top to clean the cum off Chloe’s stomach.
She smiled as he dabbed at her torso, until her eyes drifted down to where his hands met her body.
“What is THAT?” she exclaimed, scurrying back from the man as her eyes widened in horror.
“What?” he said, in confusion, his mind still hazy from the powerful orgasm.
“That!” She pointed with one hand, covering her chest with the other. “On your fucking finger, what is that?”
“My wedding ring?”
“You’re MARRIED!?”
“Yes?” he said, with a light scoff as if it didn’t matter.
To him it didn’t. Not at the moment at least.
He’d probably feel bad later, but the sex was too good for him to care at the moment. It was the best sex of his life. It had been years since the woman waiting for him at home had given anything close to that feeling.
But, Chloe stared back, shocked and offended. “You didn’t think to tell me you were married before you fucked me?”
This was proving to be a mistake, but he knew that before he did it, even if he wouldn’t ever admit that. Chloe was just so damned irresistible.
“I didn’t think it mattered,” he lied with a shrug before pulling on his underwear and shorts. “Look, don’t do all that. We had amazing sex, it is what it is.”
“You’re an asshole,” she scoffed at him.
He shrugged again, maybe so. But. he was an asshole who couldn’t get enough of her.
-
A few weeks passed and Chloe hadn’t seen Jey since that night. She hadn’t told anyone, especially not Solo that she had slept with him. It was a night she simply wished she could forget.
Nevermind the fact that she touched herself to memories of his hands and lips all over her. If she had a time machine to go back to that moment and experience it over and over again, she would.
But, he was married. And everytime she came down from the high of reliving that experience, so came the imagery of that ring. A glimmering, gold neon sign, marked “Do Not Enter”.
So, she wasn’t going too. Too focused on her career and her training, she put the drama of that night behind her and focused on the career she had ahead of her.
It wasn’t until she walked into the PC for training that she saw Triple H and William Regal waiting by the rings, ranting animatedly to Coach Bloom.
A deep, unsettling feeling settled into the pit of her stomach when Coach’s eyes fell on her and he gestured for her to approach. Reluctantly, she did,
following the three men to a back office where she saw him waiting and typing away on his phone.
Chloe took a seat next to him. She was tense in her chair as the cold hard stares of her bosses and mentors pierced through her.
The three older men looked between them sternly. Triple H was so mad she thought she could see steam coming from his ears as he tapped his foot impatiently on the carpet. “Any idea why I called you both in here?” He began.
Jey sucked his teeth, “No, I really don’t.” he said with sass. “To be real, I got better shit to do than to be driving all the way down here to talk to your ass Hunter.”
Triple H scoffed, “Well, I would also think you’d have better things to do than having sex in my wrestling ring after hours, but you seemed to have plenty of time for that.” The older man’s nostrils flared.
Chloe’s head dropped, feeling a warm blush creep to her face. Why didn’t she think about the damn cameras?
“Jey you know better and Chloe I’ve got half a mind to fire you!” Hunter shouted.
Chloe gasped, the tears forming in her eyes finally rolling down her cheeks.
This was more than a job to her. This was her dream. And here it was about to crumble through her fingers like sand because she didn’t have self control around a man.
Tears welled up in here eyes as she opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. There she was, her dream job on the line and she was floundering.
Up until that moment it seemed like Jey wasn’t really taking this all too seriously, but at that comment he jumped forward.
“Whoa, no need for all that alright? I came onto her, she had a lapse in judgment. If anyone should be punished it’s me” Jey asserted. “Come on now, Hunter. She’s a talented girl with a bright future! Dont be like that.”
She was surprised he was defending her, but she appreciated it nonetheless. She could only find her voice to speak when his pinky inched toward her thigh and brushed reassuringly.
“Hunter, Mr. Regal, Coach Bloom, I am so sorry, I am mortified, I don’t even know what to say. I-I wasn’t thinking. It’ll never happen again.” Chloe cried as she felt her world crashing down around her.
A beat of silence passed as the three men once again looked between the two wrestlers.
“You’re damn right it won’t,” Regal said, his British accent making him sound more stern. “You’re lucky you’ve got such a promising future, so we won’t fire you, but consider this your first and final strike,”
The girl nodded, standing to shake their hands before exiting the office. Jey looked at her as she wiped away her tears, “Thanks for sticking up for me back there,” she said.
Jey locked eyes with her, taking a step closer. She felt her heart jump as his brown eyes bore into hers. “Anytime,” he mumbled, his lips brushing lightly against hers.
Her eyes fell shut as she took a deep breath in. She couldn’t believe she was doing this, but her body was controlling her more than her mind.
She leaned forward kissing him deeply on the lips.
When the two pulled away, he smirked deviously at her, before planting her with another peck on the lips and walking away.
She knew this with Jey was a huge mistake, but it was a mistake that felt so good.
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New Multi-Chapter Fic: The Moss that Grew in Gloom
A/N: A multi-chapter fic I promised weeks ago is finally starting!! With Made for Two being complete, I finally can redirect some of my efforts to other things, and this is at the top of my list! I hope you enjoy!!
Characters: female reader x Zoro, (Mihawk and Perona are also present)
Summary: As the daughter of Dracule Mihawk, you've spent your life in almost complete solitude. But that changed one day when a green-haired swordsman makes a smashing appearance.
Word count: 5k
Chapter One: The Fall of a Swordsman
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Your life began when a moss headed man crashed into the pavement outside, you just hadn't known it yet.
It was the second time someone had fallen to Gloom Island since you had been alone. Your father had been called away to help with an execution, and he had forbid you to tag along. The Warlord had left you alone several times before, but this was the first time a person had come crashing into your castle. And now that number had doubled to two.
You and Perona peered out the window, looking at the place of impact.
“I think he’s dead,” you said, looking down at him from your second story bedroom.
“He looks familiar…” Perona mumbled. “We should go see.”
You frowned at the body outside. “Dad said not to leave the castle while he was gone.”
“Yeah but aren’t you a little curious?” Perona’s wide eyes were stuck on the unmoving man.
“Not really.” You turned away from the window, back to your room. “The baboons will deal with him if he’s not dead yet.”
“You’re so cold!” Perona pouted at you, and she ran to your door. “I’m going to save him!”
“Suit yourself,” you responded, opening a book. “But I won’t be helping.”
You didn’t see Perona for a few days after that. You knew she had managed to save the green-haired man and drag him back into the castle, and you knew she was tending to his wounds. The sounds of banging and the occasional shout from both of them proved that.
“I do know him!” She said, entering the kitchen. It was one of the few moments you left your room with a stranger in the house. You had managed to avoid Perona and the stranger whenever you ventured down for food, but you had known it was only a matter of time before your paths crossed.
“He’s a Strawhat!” she continued. “They were the ones fighting Moria and sent me to this dreadful place in the first place!”
That caught your attention. “He has that power? He’s that strong?”
“Well, no..” Perona said, thinking back to her time on Thriller Bark. “I think it was a crew mate of his that did that.”
You frowned, but said nothing at that. You did remember the Strawhat Pirates from the news, and your father took an interest in one of the crew members, but you couldn’t remember which one. But you didn’t remember any ability like that being on their wanted poster.
“I guess he’s alive, then.” You tried not to sound too interested. “Will he make a full recovery?”
Perona groaned. “He’s SO needy! And he’s complaining about EVERYTHING! The food, the bed, the way I wrapped his wounds! Nothing is good enough for him, I swear!”
You laughed at the irony of that. Perona hadn’t stopped complaining about this place since she had arrived either. Nothing was ever good enough for her, even in a giant mansion on a secluded island.
Not that you were upset about her presence. You didn’t mind Perona most of the time. Sometimes you even liked her. But on those days when you just wanted to be alone, she was always there. She was like a little sister who was always demanding your attention, always wanting to do something with you. It had been strange to get used to after such solitude with only you and your father your entire life.
Perona finished making a sandwich, and looked your way. “You should come see him!”
“I told you, I’m not helping.” You left the words hanging in the air as you walked out, hearing her frustrated breath huff out behind you.
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You finally met the mysterious intruder a few days later, when he barged into your room unannounced. Your eyes flicked up from your book as your door slammed open. He had mossy green hair and tanned skin, and you could tell he was in good shape under his bandages. He was covered in them, and you could see why he was complaining about Perona’s handiwork. She had wrapped them so tight in some places, you were surprised he could move.
“Wha--Who the hell are you?!” The man demanded, gawking around your room. Your sword laid next to your chair, and you saw his eyes slide over to it.
“It’s rude to demand someone’s name when you haven’t introduced yourself,” you said, returning your gaze back down to your book.
You could hear him grit his teeth in frustration, and you resisted the urge to smirk at his reaction.
“Look, woman, do you know where my swords are or not?”
“Swords?” Now that caught your attention. You looked back at him and found his gaze was still on the sword next to your chair. You closed your book, mentally marking where you were in the story, and then placed it down on the coffee table next to you.
“That stupid ghost girl stole my swords!”
You stood and picked up your weapon, turning it over in your hand. “Swords as in multiple?”
“Three.”
“Three?”
His eye twitched in frustration. “Are you going to help me or not?”
“How long have you been looking for these swords?” You walked over to the door where he was standing. “And don’t ever barge into my room again without knocking first.”
He gritted his teeth, and you could tell he wanted to say something back, but he refrained. He moved out of the way for you to pass through the door. “I’ve been looking for a few days.”
“A few days?” You laughed at that, thinking it was an over exaggeration, but his silence made you realize he was being serious. “You must be bad with directions.”
“It’s not my fault it’s a maze in here!” He shouted back at you. You rolled your eyes and bound down the steps, hoping he was capable enough to follow you.
“Perona,” You call out at the bottom of the stops. “Where’d you hide this guy’s swords?”
“It’s not my fault!” the pink-haired girl cried, floating into the room. “I told him exactly where they were! Up the stairs and down the hallway!”
“Thanks!” You bound back up the left staircase, and when you got to the top, you realize you didn't see the swordsman anywhere. You had just run down the stairs and then back up them, how had you lost him already?
You didn’t have time to figure out where he went. Honestly, you cared more about his swords than you did about him. You just wanted to see how his blades looked.
His swords were exactly where Perona described. It was as he said: three swords sitting together in the room.
You could feel the energy rolling off of one of them when you opened the door. It was respectable for a swordsman to carry a blade with such a strong personality, but you weren’t interested in a sword with an attitude.
The next one that caught your eye was a sword you never thought you’d see in your lifetime. Shusui, the legendary katana from Wano. The last you heard it had been buried with its previous owner. You unsheathed it and held it out, slashing the air a few times. The balance was perfect, and it almost made you envious of the user. If you didn’t have the sword you possessed now, you would certainly be taking this for yourself.
You sheathed Shusui and turned your attention to the last sword, a white-hilted one. As you bent down to grab it, a strong hand grabbed your shoulder. You quickly turned, unsheathing your own blade and holding its tip out against the perpetrator’s throat.
It was that damn pirate. You had been so caught up in looking at his swords, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He was smirking at you with a brow raised, eyeing the sword in your hand. You rolled your eyes and lowered your sword, scoffing at his cockiness.
“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he said, nodding at the blade in your hand. You squinted your eyes at him suspiciously, but handed your blade over to him and then bent down to pick up the white hilted one.
As you examined it, you couldn't help but find it familiar-looking. It was a great sword, and it was made with the finest materials by an extraordinarily skilled blade smith. You were jealous of the man who got to call it his own. Wado Ichimonji, you believed it was called. It wasn’t exactly your style, but you could still admire it nonetheless.
You could hear him gasp behind you, and you turn to look. His fingers reached down to run along the light blue blade as he inspected it.
“Wait-”
He cried out, more in surprise than in pain, and he yanked his hand away from the blade. You could see that his fingers had beads of blood forming on them, cut by the razortooth edges that ran along the flat of your blade.
“Sorry, I forgot to warn you.” You sheathed his blade and walked over to him. You reached out for his hand to examine it for any serious damage, but he yanked it away from you.
You scowled at him, but he continued to inspect your blade, turning it over in his hands. He slashed at the air a few times, and you could feel the waves of air roll over you. If he knew how to actually use the blade to its full capacity, he’d be quite powerful with it. You suspected that the other swords in his possession weren’t by luck.
“Roronoa.” You had been piecing the information together for a while now, and you were fairly certain in your guess of his identity.
“You know me?” He said, eyeing you cautiously.
“I’ve heard of you,” you corrected. Your father occasionally commented on him when he was in the paper, and you knew the story of how he had challenged the Warlord in the East Blue. At the start of the Grand Line, he hadn’t been anything impressive, but over the few months he’d been there, he seemed to have made a name for himself.
“You have a nice blade,” he said, handing it back to you and walking over to pick up his own.
“Nikko,” you say, giving it a quick glance before putting it at your side again. “You have nice ones as well. Except that cursed one. I’m surprised you can handle it.”
He chuckled. “Don’t you worry, I’ve got it under control.”
You nodded back to him, not quite sure you believed him. “Are you planning to stay with us for a while?”
He scoffed at your question. “I’m returning to my captain as soon as I can.”
It’s your turn to laugh now. “Good luck. In your condition, you won’t make it to the coast.”
“Yeah well, you don’t know what I’m capable of.”
You snorted at his response, but offered none of your own. With the conversation over, you turned away from him and back to the door to take your leave.
The sound of rock collapsing comes from the swordsman’s direction, and your head whipped back around to see what he’s done now. You just catch a glimpse of moss-colored hair jumping out of a cut opening in the stone.
“You brute!” You screamed down at him as you watched him fall. “What the hell is wrong with you?!?”
But he didn’t respond, he just hit the ground and started running.
“Where’d he go?!” Perona’s shrill voice came from beside you. “He’s my ticket off this dump of an island!”
“This dump of an island is my home,” you said, irritated with the bubblegum girl. Maybe it would be better for her to take her leave.
“Enjoy it! I’m leaving with him!” She floated through the opening that Roronoa had made, and began chasing after him.
“Watch out for the-” you shouted as loud as you could, but she was already out of earshot.
You looked up, as if you were mumbling a prayer. “Father, where are you?”
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You found them at the wooden cross, surrounded by baboons. You watched from the woods at Roronoa struggling to fight, and as the baboon went in for the kill, you jumped in front of him and sliced the baboon across its chest with Nikko.
“I don’t need you saving me!” You heard the man call from behind you, anger thick in his voice.
“Oh? You don’t?” You turned back to him and sheathed your sword. “Fine then. Do it yourself.”
Most of the baboons had learned to fear you, but this green-haired stranger was no threat to them. Once your sword was put away and walked out of range, they began their attack against him again.
You watched the match in disappointment. You expected better from the man who was supposed to best your father in a sword fight. But this was just pathetic.
“Aren’t you going to help him?” Perona screamed at you from above.
“He doesn’t want my help,” you hissed, loud enough for him to hear. “Why don’t you try, Perona?”
“You think I can take those things?!” She squeaked, and you turned your attention back to the fight, just in time to see Roronoa get thrown backwards into the wooden cross.
He hit it with such force that he left an indent on the wooden marker, and then fell face first into the ground. He laid there for a minute, and you grabbed the hilt of your blade, ready to draw if the baboons made an attack.
It wasn’t necessary though, because you finally noticed his presence. You relaxed, clicking Nikko back into its sheath. Only a second later did the baboons notice, and they all began to flee from the area.
Even Perona and Roronoa seemed shocked, and you could see the green-haired swordsman tense at the realization of who was appearing through the fog. He grabbed his cursed blade, using it to pull himself up to his knees.
“You better not do that, Roronoa Zoro,” your father said, eyeing the man before him. “You’ve been injured beyond your limit. Do you think you can beat me when you can’t even beat the baboons?”
You snorted at that, pleased that your father was equally unimpressed with the swordsman. Roronoa Zoro, he called him.
Mihawk’s gold eyes flicked to you, and he frowned. “I thought I told you not to leave the castle while I was away. I expect a full explanation of the events that occurred while I was absent.”
You bit your lip, frustrated with the reprimand, but said nothing. You knew he wouldn’t listen now. He had bigger things to deal with, like the two new houseguests who had appeared while he was gone.
“Why the hell are you here?!” Roronoa demanded, looking at your father.
Your father’s attention moved back to the man on the ground. “I’ve been living in that castle for quite some time. Why are you here?”
“I got blown away by Kuma, a member of the seven warlords like yourself.”
“I see…” Your father looked at you briefly. “Is he telling the truth?”
You nod. “He is.”
“Very well. That explains why Strawhat came to Marineford with other people.”
Roronoa’s eyes got wide at the mention of his captain’s name. “You saw Luffy?! How was he?!? Was he alright?!”
Your father seemed unfazed by the green-haired man’s desperation. “He’s still alive probably. But I assume that he’s been very badly traumatized.”
“What happened?”
“He lost his brother.”
Roronoa blinked. You could see every muscle in his body tighten in anguish. “What did you say?”
“Fire-Fist Ace died before Strawhat’s eyes.”
Everyone stood there for a moment, frozen. You could tell the news had rocked the pirate. His facial expressions were extremely easy to read. He looked confused, angry, helpless, and upset all in the same moment.
After a moment, he struggled to his feet. “I have to go. I have to go find Luffy.”
After the swordsman and Perona took off, your father looked at you with a frown. You knew he was disappointed, but you weren’t entirely sure what you had done to make him feel that way.
“Please explain to me why there are two new people on this island.”
You began walking back towards the castle. “I believe Roronoa is right. Kuma sent them here, separately. There was a pawprint impact zone around Perona when she arrived on the grounds. I did not leave to inspect Roronoa’s site when he arrived a few days later because it was outside of the castle grounds.” You paused for a moment, letting him absorb all of the information. “I didn’t leave the grounds, father.”
“And yet you are off them now,” he shot back.
“They were in danger! I couldn’t-”
“I do not care about the lives of those two. And I do not appreciate you risking your own life to save them.” You heard it as he paused to keep his voice from rising any further. The worry laced in his voice that was initially masked as anger. He took a breath, and his voice returned to his normal cadence when he speaks again.
“Do not do it again.”
You grinned at him, deciding to press your luck. “You were worried about me, weren’t you?”
“You can handle yourself. I am aware of that.”
You laughed lightly, and decide to abandon the topic. You had missed your father desperately while he was gone.
“How was Marineford?” you asked.
“Like I said, the execution was successful.”
“But how was it?” you pressed. Sometimes your father forgot to turn off the whole mystery persona with you.
He hummed, thinking how to describe it. “There were some complications. Mainly Roronoa’s captain. He’s quite a problem for the Navy.”
You chuckled at that. “Runs in the crew, I guess.”
“What do you mean? Has he been a problem?”
You looked at him, irritation on your face. “There's a hole in one of the second story guest bedrooms now. He got irritated with how complicated it was to navigate the castle and just cut his way out.”
Your father frowned. “I see. They’ll be quite troublesome houseguests, won’t they?”
You were so shocked by his response that you stopped in your tracks. “They’re staying?”
“Do you think they’re going to get off this island in their current state?”
You laughed at that question. You had been thinking the same thing. At least someone was of the same mindset as you.
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Later that night, you heard Perona enter the castle. Based on her grunts of frustration, she was carrying the swordsman. He lasted longer than you thought he would. You chose to lock your bedroom door that night. The last thing you needed was to wake up to a lost, poorly bandaged swordsman barging into your room.
Every morning, you would hear Roronoa scream as he woke up, which prompted Perona to scream in return. The two of them would hobble out of the castle, trying to fight their way to the coast. And every night, long after sunset, Perona would drag the swordsman back into the castle and rebandage his wounds. Just for the cycle to repeat the next day.
You wanted to scream at the mossy-haired man. He would never get anywhere if he didn’t let his injuries heal. If he just rested for one or two days, he might have enough energy to make it. But he refused to rest. The only thing he could think of was his captain.
“How long do you think he’ll keep doing this?” You asked your father, spreading some butter on your toast. You had fallen into a strange pattern over the past two weeks with your houseguests, but you were getting tired of it.
“It is…unclear.” You could hear the disapproval in his voice, and you laughed at it.
“You told the baboons not to kill him, didn’t you?”
You looked over at him inquisitively, but he didn't respond.
“He’s such an arrogant swordsman. Why are you sparing him?”
You were met with silence again, causing you to huff in frustration and pick up the News Coo.
“Oh, you were correct,” you said, looking at the front page. “There’s news of Roronoa’s Captain today on the front page. He’s alive.”
“Let me see!” A girlish squeal came from behind you, startling you. She grabbed the paper out of your hands, staring at it. “I’ll need to show Zoro!”
“Hey! I was reading that!” You screamed after her, but she whisked away without looking back at you.
“There’s still time to go talk to the baboons,” you grumbled as you stood from the table and began to retreat to your room. You could hear your father chuckle behind you, but you didn’t bother looking back.
You spent the day in your room, and were surprised to hear the pink and green-haired combo come back earlier than usual. The sun was still up, and based off of the sounds they were making, the swordsman was still conscious.
You tiptoed down the hall and stood near the base of the stairs, hidden from sight.
“I want to beat you!” You heard Roronoa scream. You decided to peek around the corner to get a better view of what was occurring, and you could see that the swordsman was bowing before your father. It was not a sight you expected to see, especially in conjunction with the words he had just spoken.
Your father laughed at his words. A full, hearty laugh. “You’re asking me to train a swordsman who wants to kill me? You’re insane. And what you’re asking is nonsense. Even so, what you’re doing is still embarrassing.” But the swordsman stays kneeling, waiting for an answer, and your father watches him with interest. “Seems like you found something more important than your ambition. Hey, ghost girl. Treat him.”
Perona pouted from her place near your father. “Don’t tell me what to do!”
You took the opportunity to step out into view of the room. “I’ll do it,” you offer. “I’ll treat him.”
Your father watched you with his sharp gold eyes, hesitating for a moment. But he nodded in agreement after a brief pause, coming to a decision.
“Very well. The training will begin when you’re recovered.”
“Thank you,” Roronoa said, struggling to stand on his feet. You offered no assistance. If he could not walk to the medical bay on his own, then he did that to himself.
You walked alongside him in silence. He didn't ask for help, and you didn’t offer it. It was a slow and painful walk to the medical room, but the swordsman completed it on his own.
You pulled his bandages off gently, unraveling the long mess of Perona’s handiwork up his arms and down his torso. He had plenty of fresh wounds both internally and externally, but the wound that caught your eye was an old one that ran diagonally across his chest. You were certain the cut was made by Yoru, and your fingers began to run across it to examine it further, but Roronoa smacked your hand away.
“Do you mind?” He hissed, pulling away from you.
You rolled your eyes, but abandon the inspection and walk to the back of the room. As he limped over to the bed, you grab a new roll of bandages and gauze.
“You should shower before we rebandage everything to give it a chance to breathe,” you said, looking through the cabinets. “There’s a bathroom through the second door you can shower in.”
“I showered two days ago,” he said simply, sitting on the bed unmoving.
You paused what you were doing and turned to look at him. “Exactly. Go shower.”
“I don’t need to.”
You frowned. “Yes, you do.”
You heard him suck in a breath of air. “I’m not showering, woman. Rebandage my wounds or leave me alone.”
It was his tone that really irritated you, and Nikko was in your hand before you knew it. You slashed the air, sending a blunt force air cannon to smack him in the back of the head.
“Go shower!” You screamed at him, just as the strike made contact with his head.
You heard him grunt in pain, and quickly resheathe your blade and continue to search for more bandages.
“What the hell?!” he said, looking back at you. But you acted like nothing happened, and you heard him get off the bed and shuffle towards the bathroom to fulfill your request. He was mumbling curses under his breath, but you’d take the win.
It takes him a long time to reemerge from the bathroom, and you picked up the News Coo from this morning to finish reading. You read about Monkey D. Luffy’s 16-bell toll at Marineford, and his honoring the fallen in the battle. There’s a full analysis of whether the pirate was marking the dawn of a new era or if he was declaring war, which you found particularly boring.
You finally heard the click of the door, and the swordsman reappeared from a steam-filled bathroom. You smiled proudly at your small accomplishment, seeing his freshly washed hair fall over his face like strands of algae. He hobbled over to the bed and gently sat down on it. You were still reading the article about his captain and decided to ask him something that had been weighing on your mind.
“What’s with his tattoo?” You asked, looking back to the picture. “3D is crossed out, and 2Y is written.”
“It’s not a tattoo.” He winced slightly as he adjusts himself on the mattress. “It’s a message. We made a promise to meet at a certain place three days later.”
“And that meeting time was moved to two years from now?”
He nodded. “Exactly. Everything else was for publicity. This is a message exclusively for us. Luffy made a decision. Meet at Sabaody in two years.”
“It sounds like your captain is quite smart.”
He snorted at that remark. “He’s not.”
You laughed at his bluntness and put the paper down. At least the swordsman was honest.
You picked up his arm with your hands, and you can feel his strong muscles tense in your grip. “Relax,” you demand. He was always so damn rigid.
You rubbed his forearm, lightly massaging it along upwards to his biceps, and then his shoulder. You worked in silence, besides Roronoa’s occasional groan or your scolding hiss to get him to stop tensing.
By the time you got to his mid-back, he had finally started to loosen up, and you could feel his muscles responding to your touch. You went down to his lower back before curving across and starting on his opposing shoulder to work your way down his other arm.
You could feel his eyes on you, watching you silently as you stayed absorbed in your work. Your father had done this to you hundreds of times over your life. You could only hope it felt as relieving for Roronoa as it did all of the times your father had done it for you.
You stopped when you got to his fingers, and looked up at him. “Do you mind if I bandage your wounds now, Roronoa?”
He stared at you for a moment with a bewildered look in his eyes. You stare back, refusing to look away. Your father always taught you that it showed weakness to look away first. It was better to start out intimidating and then loosen up around others once you knew they were trustworthy. But pirates were rarely trustworthy.
“Zoro,” he choked out, his eyes finally skirting away from yours. “You can call me Zoro. And yes, uh, you can. Do the bandage thing, I mean.”
You nodded and picked up the bandages to begin wrapping his arm. You could hear him huff a frustrated sigh, and you curiously looked over at him.
“Well?” he said, looking at you expectantly.
You felt your eye twitch at his sudden moodiness. “What?” you shot back, matching his energy.
“Are you going to introduce yourself?”
Right. You knew a lot about Roronoa Zoro, but he didn’t know anything about you. You introduced yourself with your name, but didn’t offer any other information.
He accepted that introduction, at least for the moment, and you finish wrapping both of his arms in silence. When you were finished, he flexed under his bandages, and he smiled a bit.
“You’re better at this than that other girl.”
You laughed at that, starting on his torso area. “I’ve had a lot of practice.”
“What did you do before you got here?”
You paused, looking at him. “What do you mean?”
He shrugged, messing up a piece of your wrap and forcing you to start over. “Didn’t Kuma send you here too? Like me and Perona?”
“Oh. No,” you clarified. “I’ve been living on Gloom Island for about seven years now.”
“Seven years?”
You nodded and kept wrapping, but Roronoa didn’t let the conversation go. “What have you been doing for seven years?”
“Training, I guess. Reading. Exploring the island.”
He tensed. “But the baboons…”
You shot him a look. “Stop tensing or it’ll be too tight on you. The baboons aren’t anything to worry about. There’s only one or two on the island I have some trouble with.”
“Tch. Whatever you say.” You could tell he thinks you’re lying, but you don’t care. You finished wrapping his torso and gave him one last check-over to make sure the bandages all held.
“Why Dracule Mihawk?” you finally ask, curiosity getting the better of you.
He raised an eyebrow at you. “What do you mean?”
“Why train under him? Why work to defeat him?”
His eyes narrowed at you, as if he was trying to comprehend what you were asking. “He’s the best, isn’t he?”
You nod, and the swordsman gets a wicked grin across his face.
“I’m going to beat him and the best. My name is going to be so famous, it’ll reach the heavens.”
“I see,” you said slowly, watching him. You could see in his expression that he means it, and he’ll stop at nothing to reach his goal. You went to take your leave, stopping at the door and turning to look at him one last time.
“Then I wish you luck in that journey, Zoro.”
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Courting Disaster
Pairing: Loki x reader
Warnings: secret relationship, mild smut (nothing graphic yet), jealousy, disastrous blind dates, swearing, mentions of "escort"....
Summary: You are the cousin of THE Tony stark, so when you enter a relationship with the God of Mischief himself you are determined to keep it low-key much to his chagrin. But your lovers meddling brother has other plans......
***this story is in collaboration with the lovely @xorpsbane , we both had so much fun with The Auction we have decided to come together for another!!! We're looking at a minimum 4 parts, maybe 5. Hold on tight, it's gonna be a wild ride!!! 😏💚🤣
Part one-
"Brother, for the last time I am not interested!" You heard as you walked into the common area, seeing Loki in his chair by the window and Thor on the couch. You walked to the kitchen grabbing a cup of coffee as the argument continued "Come now Loki it will be good for you. When was the last time your "royal staff" was polished?" Thor asked air quoting making you spit our your coffee. "Lady Stark, are you alright?" Thor asked while you choked on your coffee.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. What are you two talking about?" You asked sitting on the other couch. "Well, I was simply telling Loki he needs to get out, go on a few dates." He smiled "and I told my oaf of a brother I am not interested in dating." Loki scowled. "Loki, there are many women and men here on Midgard who would jump at the chance to be with you, I don't see the problem......unless.." Thor leaned forward eyeing him "unless what?" You asked looking between them "unless he is seeing someone I am unaware of...are you Loki?" He asked.
You saw Loki's eyes shift to you before settling back onto his brother. He had in fact been seeing YOU for the past six months but you told him you didn't want anyone to know, insisted upon it. Every few weeks he would come to you telling you he was tired of hiding his affections, he wanted to show everyone how much he cared for you, and as much as you hated it you had to deny him. You wanted to shout from the roof how much you loved him, but being related to Tony, and with their past history you knew he'd lose his shit and you couldn't let him send him away, you needed to protect him.
You heard Loki clear his throat "what does my personal life have to do with you Thor?" Loki asked glaring at him "you are aren't you!?" Thor shouted making you jump "who is she brother, do I know her?" He asked excitedly, he reminded you of a huge puppy. "I..." he trailed off, glancing at you again you heard him sigh "I am not courting anyone Thor." He said emotionless, you heart stung a little at the words. "Well then I'll make you a deal. If you go on four dates of my choosing and none of them work out, you shall never hear of this again." Thor smiled leaning back.
You looked at Loki expectantly, hoping he would make some excuse to not go when you saw a smile spread across his face "Alright brother, you have a deal." Loki said smugly crossing his arms. "Marvelous, I have just the lady for you Loki, ill tell her to meet you at 8 tonight." He smiled bouncing away. You turned back looking at Loki as he picked his book back up. "Umm what?" You snapped watching him turn the page "Yes darling?" He asked not looking up. "You can't be serious! We are.." you started when he snapped his book closed "we are what? Hiding, sneaking around?" He snapped back "if I refuse my brothers deal we could be exposed, he is rather relentless." He said standing up. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a date to prepare for." He nodded leaving the room.
You sat in silence staring at your coffee, you wanted to go after him, tell him to call it off, tell everyone in ear shot that your were madly in love with Loki Laufeyson. But you didn't know what Tony would do, what any of them would do and you couldn't lose him, it would destroy you, but the thought of him meeting a woman more appealing then you devastated you. You got up tossing your remaining coffee in the sink when Tony came in "Hey kid, how are things?" He asked smiling "oh fuck off Tony." You said pushing past him. You just wanted to climb back in bed and pretend today never happened.
Loki showed up at the restaurant to meet....Tina he believed her name was, in all honesty he couldn't really remember. He only agreed to these stupid dates to teach y/n a lesson, and hopefully push her to agree to make their relationship public. He was tired of hiding and hoped a little jealousy might nudge her in the right direction. So he donned his black suit, styled his hair and plastered on his best smile as he left the tower. He walked in recognizing the woman from the photo Thor showed him and walked over.
"Oh heeey, you must be Luke." She smiled "Loki actually. And you are?" He asked holding out his hand "Tina, but my friends call me TaTa." She winked adjusting her breasts "riiight...shall we?" He asked motioning to a table. He pulled out her chair "ooooh your such a gentleman, I hope not in the bedroom though." She said smirking as he sat down. He cleared his throat opening the menu "so, Luke..." She started "its Loki." He interrupted "right, Loki, how long you lived in New york?" She asked blowing a bubble with her gum, he'd only been here five minutes and he wanted to throttle her.
"I have lived here for a few years now, how about you?" He asked trying to be cordial "Oh, I've been here all my life, never wanted to go anywhere else." She said smiling. He looked her up and down, blonde hair, she has so much makeup on she looked like a circus clown, and her top was tight enough he's surprised her breasts didn't fall out. She made a loud pop with her gum bringing him back to reality "so, Thor is what...your brother?" She asked sliding her fingers up and down the stem of her wine glass "yes...adopted." he said matter of factly. "Oh, see I thought he was the one coming..." She said still smiling "sorry to disappoint you." He said setting his menu down.
"Oh, no Luke it's fine. A lay is a lay am I right?" She laughed grabbing his arm "Loki..and I beg your pardon?" He asked pulling his arm back "Well i mean dinner is ok first, as long as we get to the good stuff next." She winked. He sat staring at her "do..do you expect me to sleep with you?" He whispered making her laugh "Well duh, I mean your not really my type but you'll do." She said pressing her breasts up again. "Wait....are you a.." he motioned in the air with his hands "you got it sugar." She winked again as he rubbed his temples. "So, where you wanna do this at? Your place...my place...we could go to a hotel." She smiled as she kicked her heel off, stretching her leg under the table, her foot meeting his member.
Loki bolted up setting his napkin down "I'm sorry madam, but I must be leaving...urgent business you see." He smiled pulling his wallet out "I'll pay for dinner and your cab home." He said setting some money on the table pushing his chair in "Hey, let your brother know if he needs me again.." She said winking again "I shall relay the message, have a nice evening." He said nodding walking as fast as he could out of the restaurant.
Thor was kicked back on the couch watching a movie when Loki stormed into his room "You buffoon, where did you find that woman!?" Loki huffed slamming the door. "I believe it's called the web, not the one the spiderling has, the one on my phone, Barnes helped me. Did your date not go well?" Thor asked watching him pace "not go well!? Thor, she was a...." Loki yelled waving his hands around "a what brother?" Thor asked confused. Sighing Loki rubbed his temples "how do i explain this so your small brain comprehends......ok, you know the pleasure maidens on Asgard?" Loki asked watching as the reality set into Thor's face "she's a..." Thor started "yes, she was. So I kindly took my leave." Loki said pacing again.
"My apologies Loki, I had no idea. I will try again." He smiled "three more Thor and that's it! I will not be made a fool of!" Loki yelled storming from the room slamming the door. "Big oaf, he's lucky he's my brother." Loki said to himself heading to the kitchen, tea was definately needed. "Hey Loki, how did it go?" He heard, turning his head seeing you sitting on the table. He cleared his throat fixing his tie "Oh it went marvelous, she was quite lovely." He smiled setting the kettle on.
"Loki, i..." you trailed off "Yes darling?" He asked watching you. "Nevermind, when's your next date?" You asked looking down. "I am not sure, when Thor sets it up I suppose." He said. "You know, I don't have to go if..." he started "Loki, you know we can't." You interrupted sighing. You were both silent as Loki finished his tea "Well I've had a long night, if you will excuse me I'm going to turn in." He said heading for his room "did you maybe...wanna come to my room?" You asked watching him. "Maybe tomorrow night, goodnight darling." He nodded heading to his room.
Loki made it to his room, using his siedr he changed into a dark green shirt and sweatpants. He laid down in bed staring at the ceiling, the whole night had been a nightmare. Remembering the look on your face when he returned he was sure "I can't wait to see the look on that oaf's face when she tells everyone." He said to himself smiling, closing his eyes he was confident that tomorrow you would put an end to this charade.
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Quick Doctor Who women fact check
I know I replied to this shit a while back but I'm gonna make my own post to avoid giving it more notes.
It is factually true that Doctor Who did not have any women write between 2008 and 2015. It sucks.
This is not, however, solely a Moffat problem. It's an industry problem where women are underrepresented in genre media, including across Doctor Who.
So, numbers. In Russell T Davies' era, ONLY ONE WOMAN wrote for Doctor Who, Helen Raynor (lately a TERF who stands with Rowling and campaigns against trans kids going to the bathroom, too, before you decide to stan). She wrote four episodes, two part stories for the third and fourth series.
Moffat went around asking for women to write the show but has talked about having a hard time finding people who he wanted and were interested. When he did finally get Catherine Tregenna and Sarah Dollard in for the ninth series, he even mentioned Tregenna had been asked before, having "turned us down in the past, but I talked her into it with an idea she really liked." Dollard for her part ended up contributing two episodes for the ninth and tenth series, and was joined in the latter by Rona Munro, who became the only person to write both the classic and new series.
Chris Chibnall’s era of Doctor Who foregrounded giving a break to new talent unlike RTD and Moffat who tended to get established writers. That meant getting the first poc to write Who as well as seven women in Malorie Blackman, Joy Wilkinson, Nina Metivier, Charlene James, Maxine Alderton, and Ella Road. That said unlike Davies and Moffat he cowrote with most of them, with only three episodes in his run credited solely to women.
Directors fare better, with series 1 and 2 under Davies and series 6 and 7 under Moffat being the only series of Doctor Who not having episodes directed by women. Rachel Talalay of course deserves a special shout-out for being the definitive Moffat/Capaldi director and being the only woman to direct finales (for series 8, 9, and 10!) or Christmas specials for the series!
Hiring people from marginalized groups is always a struggle we can all do better on, especially in industries that are overwhelmingly dominated by white dudes. To put it on the shoulders of one man for failing when he put work in to fix that because Tumblr has a hate boner is deeply silly.
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Idk if you like this concept but i can't stop thinking about harry with swiftie y/n who always sings London Boy to him. And likes to tease him about the fact that he dated Taylor
swiftie!y/n by @harrysfolklore is superior, but i did my best!
(also, i know london boy isn't actually about harry, he's just being a tease)
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“Hello everyone. My name is Y/n Y/l/n, but only because my boyfriend hasn't proposed to me yet.”
In the dim lighting, you could just make out Harry's figure at the back of the bar, where he promptly flipped you off. Laughing a bit, you continued.
“He told me we weren’t going home tonight until I got up here and performed, and while you are all a lovely bunch, I fear I am growing a little tired, so here I am.”
You and Harry were spending some time in Japan. Tokyo, to be exact. He'd just come off his first solo tour, and you both thought it would be nice to get away for a little while. He liked Japan, and you had never been, so it was perfect.
In the few weeks of being in Japan, you and Harry frequented a couple of places, one of which was a karaoke bar a few blocks from the apartment you were staying at. It was all locals and the two of you, but everyone was welcoming, especially when Harry started doing rounds of sake and getting on the small stage to perform here and there. You were content to watch, though Harry tried multiple times to get you to at the very least join him. And now that it was nearing the end of your stay, he was pressing a little harder.
So now you were on the stage with a microphone in your hand, trying not to look at anyone for too long.
“You got this, babe!” Harry shouted from his seat, resting his fingers in his mouth to blow a sharp whistle.
“Thank you,” you said. “This song goes out to my boyfriend, my London boy. And Taylor Swift, who I am forever grateful to for breaking up with my boyfriend so that I could have him one day, and I hope she'll follow me on Instagram one day so we can become best friends and dress up as Charlie’s Angels together for Halloween.”
You weren’t typically the kind of person that over shared, but it took a good amount of alcohol to get a microphone in your hands, and you tended to share a little too much about yourself when you were drunk.
Harry gave you a thumbs up as the music started, and since you called Taylor Swift “mother” on a regular basis, you didn't really need the words on the screen to help you along.
“We can go drivin' in, on my scooter. Uh, you know, just riding in London. Alright. I love my hometown as much as Motown, I love SoCal. And you know I love Springsteen, faded blue jeans, Tennessee whiskey...”
It was safe to say that you loved Taylor Swift. You grew up with her music, each album speaking to the different phases of your life as you went through them. Her music, her lyrics, the stories she told...you just understood all of it, you felt understood by her songs.
Meeting Harry, falling in love with him, it was all chance. He came into the clothing store you worked at, and you only recognized him as the guy from that boy band who dated Taylor Swift (which you did not tell him until much, much later). But he took you by surprise. His hair was long and his smile was shy but kind, and instead of talking about clothing suggestions like you were paid to do, he asked about you, and you asked about him, and instead of walking out with shopping bags, he left with your number, and the rest was history.
You never really expected to fall in love with Harry. Honestly, you thought he would forget about asking for your number. But he texted you a couple hours after you met, and you stayed up almost all night talking about whatever popped into your heads. He made his interest in you quite obvious, so there was never a period where friendship became more, but you still considered him your best friend. You were just two young people in love and experiencing the world together, and you wouldn't have wanted anyone else by your side.
Harry knew now what a fan of Taylor Swift you were, courtesy of a night where you had a little too much to drink and accidentally showed him a picture of a teenage you dressed in a “You Belong With Me” costume at one of her concerts.
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“So, you’re a fan, are you?” he asked.
“That might be an understatement,” you told him, crawling into his lap. “You should know, if I believed in hall passes...”
Harry bursted out laughing, throwing his head back as you giggled with him. You thought he might be put off by your love for your favorite artist, but when he sobered up, he kissed the top of your head and said, “Noted. I’m very thankful that you don't believe in hall passes then.”
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“You know I love a London boy, I enjoy walking Camden Market in the afternoon. He likes my American smile. Like a child when our eyes meet, darling, I fancy you...”
You were no performer, but you did your best, skipping between tables and trying your hardest not to sound horrible. You tried not to look at Harry too, because you knew he would be smiling no matter how good or bad you were, and you needed to make it through the song without getting flustered.
However, as the song came to a close, you went over to where he was and planted yourself on his lap, singing the last few lines just to him.
You could tell he was a little drunk too. His green eyes hooded as he smiled down at you. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and his grip on your waist made it hard to focus, but you managed to make it to the end of the song before kissing him.
His lips tasted like alcohol and the lip balm he kept in his pocket at all times. You held the sides of his face in your hands, thumbs rubbing at his temples as the patrons of the bar applauded your big finale. Eventually you pulled away to give the microphone back to the person in charge of the karaoke machine, but Harry didn't let you get far, his arms circling around your waist and holding you close.
“Let’s go home,” he mumbled as the next person got ready to perform.
“Can we grab something to eat on the way back? That left me starving. I don't know how Taylor does it.”
Harry chuckled as he stood up from his seat, leaving a couple bills on the bar before taking your hand in his as the two of you walked out into the chilly night air. “I perform too, you know.”
“I know, but she has these huge dance numbers too. It must be exhausting.”
“Are you saying I need dance numbers in my performances now?” he asked, but he knew you were joking around. He was a close second in your list of favorite artists, and he was well aware of that.
You shook your head, shivering a little as the wind picked up. Harry pulled you close, resting an arm over your shoulders. You wrapped your arms around his middle as you walked, pressing your cheek against his chest and savoring the warmth emanating from him.
You were both quiet as you walked down the street, content to just be next to each other. Until,
“You know I’m not from London, though, right?”
“Oh, I know. But Holmes Chapel boy doesn't have the same ring to it!”
Harry leaned down to brush his lips against yours. It was short and sweet and perfect, his most nudging yours as he pulled back just a little. “You’re right. I’ll have to give her a ring about that.”
“You have her number?”
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Dan Heng x f!reader
🌟 : your little brother and Dan Heng
Everybody looks at you in disbelief, who wouldn't when a boy is standing next to you.
It was your younger brother, you were in charge of looking after him for the mean time
He smiles at everyone as you introduce him.
March, Stelle, Himeko and Welt introduce themselves to him. March keeps saying how adorable he is.
He entertained them until he saw a familiar figure from afar. He broke free from the people surrounding him to run to that person
"Big brother" he shouted
Dan Heng was startled since he just arrived at the parlor car but instinctively caught the running child. He knew this was your brother but didn't expect him to call him "brother"
"Big Brother?" he asks
He nod with enthusiasm
"Big sis told me about you, you're big brother Dan Heng. The handsome brother" as a wide grin plastered on his lips
Dan Heng looks up and meets your gaze as the corner of his mouth rises.
"Stop!! I-i didn't say that" you stuttered as a reddish shade tint your cheeks while you approached them
"You did!, you even said he looks handsome when he's ser-" you place your hand on his mouth to stop him from talking.
Watching you bickering with your brother is such a rare sight.
In the midst of your bickering, Himeko called you out to ask for some help with an errand.
You entrust your brother to Dan Heng for the meantime.
"I'll be back as soon as possible. Sorry for passing him to you"
"Don't worry love, I'll take care of him" he reassured you
You press a kiss on his cheeks to say thank you. Before leaving you told your brother to be good.
Dan Heng brought him to his room, seeing all different kinds of books and some techs he never seen before.
He pointed out the Data Bank, asking Dan Heng if what's that for.
"That's for work" He answered
"Can we access it?" The boy looks at him with pleading eyes that makes it hard for him to say no.
Instead he look for a thing that can shift his attention away from the Data Bank. His gaze lands on books full of stories
"That book is rather more interesting" Dan Heng grab the book of stories and gave it to him
Seeing the title, he excitedly opened the book to read it.
They settle down on his bed. Leaning their back on the shelves beside the bed.Dan Heng picks up is own book and they engrossed themselves in reading
For some reason he was curious on what you've been telling your brother.
"What did she say about me" Dan Heng asks
He ponders for a moment on what to answer
" She met this amazing, intelligent and handsome man. That for some reason loves her so much. And she also told me i'll like you and guess sis was right" he answered smiling ear to ear
Warmth enveloped him, he really does love you but at the same time you do too as well.
They return their attention to the book they're read. Silence filled the room again
You just finished the tasks and walked back to his room. A gasp left your lips the moment the door opens
They're sleeping, your brother leaning his head on his shoulders. Blanket wrapped around both of them.
Not wanting to miss the opportunity, you grab your phone and snap the photo of them.
You approached them and placed a kiss on their foreheads as you said good night. Before leaving you look back one last time.
You're really lucky to have Dan Heng by your side.
You left the room with a smile etched on your lips.
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5-07-23
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What We Find at Sea
Part Two.
OPLA Luffy x Reader
Slow-ish Burn. This is technically a very long one shot, separated into more manageable pieces.
One day, a pirate in a straw hat asks you what your dream is and suddenly, the comfort of your every day life isn't enough.
Luffy would have dragged you straight to the docks to meet his crew had it not been for Sanji stopping him and reminding the captain that you had just finished a shift at work.
“Let her at least shower and change, Luffy.” He had said.
And it was rather funny how simultaneously you and Luffy answered with;
“They’re pirates, I don’t think they care for looks.”
But still, you thought that the idea wasn’t exactly horrible and since you didn’t have work until midday tomorrow, you told Sanji that you would meet them at the bar at the base of Baratie in an hour and headed to your little rented room at one of the permanent boats Zeff had bought for his employees. It was tiny and old, but you shared it with the other women that worked at Baratie, the one’s that knew that this wasn’t permanent. The ones that stuck around already had boats of their own. Sanji had a room at the restaurant itself, but even with all the fighting there was no denying that Zeff saw him like a son. Or a nephew. A very aggravating nephew.
So, you went home and showered, washing the day off of you and splashing cold water on your face when you began to feel sleepy. There would be time to sleep later, you had a pirate crew to meet.
Your hair was still wet as you made your way back to Baratie, the summer heat still lingering this far into the night. It wasn’t like you were interested in what sort of people Luffy surrounded himself with. You just wanted to make sure that Sanji would be safe, that Luffy’s words held some sort of value. That you could trust him when you barely knew him.
You wanted to see what Sanji saw when he looked at Monkey D. Luffy.
Luffy spotted you first, his hand flying into the air as he waved and shouted your name. Sanji was at the bar, grabbing drinks. On hearing your name, he looked back, and you made eye contact with him. His smile made you a bit less uneasy about the whole thing.
You had wondered, briefly, what his crew could have looked like. But no matter how hard you tried to wrack your brain; nothing came to. Pirates had always been mean, burly, loud men or women that commanded attention and inflicted fear. Luffy, well, he wasn’t like that at all. He radiated warmth and kindness.
Though, for some reason, that made you all the more wary. He was a Pirate after all, and pirates were notorious deceivers.
One look at his crew, and you felt a weight begin to lift from your shoulders at the same time a knot began to form in your stomach.
They were all, in one way or another, just like him.
Usopp, who had taken your hand and kissed it in greeting, was the first one to introduce himself. He called himself ‘Captain’ and proceeded to tell you a story of his grandest adventure at sea so far. It wasn’t until he tried to tell another story that Nami, a woman that radiated charisma, told him to quit it.
Nami smiled at you and gave you a bashful wave before inviting you to sit next to her. In the midst of introductions, she told you that it was nice to have another woman on board. When you told her that you weren’t planning on joining, she gave you a sly smile and offered you a beer.
Sanji promptly reached over and traded your beer for Mango juice. He didn’t really like it when you drank around him. You found it odd, but didn’t feel like complaining, taking a small sip.
Luffy seemed to be the only other person here that did not drink alcohol, His cup full of pineapple slush. He held his glass out towards you and gave you a smile. You couldn’t help it; you smiled back and tapped the lip of your cup against his.
Out of all of them, it was Zoro who seemed the most out of place. He was imposing, quiet, kept his eyes on you and his hand lazily on his swords even as he spoke and drank. He seemed to be comfortable in silence. Eventually he fell asleep, his fingers grazing the hilts of his swords.
Something about him was absolutely nerve-wracking, his blank stare on you. When he fell asleep you swore that you could breathe a little easier.
Nami noticed this and had lightly elbowed you on the side.
“Zoro’s a grump, but he’s got a good heart,” she whispered, her eyes fixed on the sleeping swordsman. “Don't let his intimidating demeanor fool you too much. He's just... different.”
Different didn’t seem to quite accurately describe him, but you let it go for the moment.
These people were nice. But they didn’t seem like Pirates in the least bit. Could they keep each other safe? Usopp had grand tales, but something about them all told you that he had just recently set sail for the first time. How excellent of a sharpshooter could he really be?
Nami and Zoro, you could tell that they were fighters. No one carried around three swords just for show after all. And with all the charm that oozed off of her, there was an edge to her that kept people from getting too close. How could you be sure that if things got complicated, she wouldn’t just abandon ship?
Luffy? Luffy reminded you of a dog and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or not. He was simple and optimistic, something about him drew people in. But you couldn’t see him as a Pirate.
Let alone Captain.
What was it about him that made these people trust him enough to follow him to the ends of the world?
Finishing your drink, you figured that it was time to find out. Luffy and Sanji had hoped that meeting everyone would make you a bit less weary, would even tempt you to join and become the fifth member of The Straw Hat pirates; but if anything, it left you with more questions than before.
With Sanji trying to flirt with Nami and Usopp dozing off, you found your courage to look at the captain. His hat had slid from his head, a sheen of sweat making his hair stick to his forehead as you found him looking at you.
You stood and pointed to the docks. It was late, most of the patrons had headed to their Ships already. The few that lingered were drunkards or those stuck working the overnight shifts. Still, there wasn’t much room for privacy here. Not with Sanji and Nami still awake, or the few strangers that had taken the other table in the floating bar.
The docks were the perfect middle ground. Not too far away from possible peering eyes while still offering enough privacy that you could talk to Luffy without anyone overhearing.
He’s already on his feet, his hand coming up to catch his hat before it slips away. “Lead the way!”
So, you do. Careful not to stumble over an intoxicated Usopp, you make your way to the nearest docks. His footsteps are heavy behind you, and you can hear him yawn as he stretches.
The lights here are dimmer, barely illuminating the sea below. Though they aren’t too bad, because when you turn around to face Luffy you can see him clearly. It’s odd that in the low light he looks so much more tired than before, his shoulders drooping slightly as his vest shudders with the ocean breeze.
He’s the first one to break the silence, leaning against a dockside post. For a moment his eyes are locked onto the dark waters of the sea. His eyes held curiosity as he looked back at you.
The quiet sound of the waves lapping against the side of the ships was the backdrop to your conversation.
"So, you've got questions, huh?" Luffy said, his voice carrying the same carefree tone you'd noticed earlier, but you could hear a tinge of seriousness in it.
With a nod you decide to get straight to the point. "Yeah, I do. I mean, you guys don't really strike me as pirates. At least not the way I imagined them."
Luffy chuckled, a warm and genuine laugh that seemed out of place in this discussion. "Yeah, I seem to get that a lot. We're not like most pirates, that's for sure."
You fold your arms, trying to hold onto the little warmth you’ve been radiating, your eyes scanning the horizon. "I mean, Nami and Zoro, they seem like fighters, no doubt about that. But what about you? How did you end up as the captain of this crew?"
Luffy scratched his head, his straw hat still firmly in place. "Well, it all started with a dream, really. I want to find the One Piece and be the King of Pirates.”
For a second you thought that he was joking, but by now how many times has he said that exact same line? You could hear it in his voice, the way he meant exactly what he said. It wasn’t what you expected from someone who looked and acted so carefree.
"But being a pirate king, that's a big deal, right? It's not just about treasure and adventures."
Luffy's expression turned serious, and for some reason you had to look away. "Yeah, it's a big deal. And it's not just about power or riches. It's about freedom. I want to be free to do what I want, go where I want, and have my crew by my side. We may not be your typical pirates, but we're a family, and we're willing to do whatever it takes to protect each other."
You glanced at the distant figures of Sanji and Nami, still chatting animatedly. "But can you trust them to have your back? I mean, Nami seems like she has her own agenda..."
Luffy interrupted with a grin. "Nami, she's got her reasons, but she's loyal to us. We've been through a lot together."
You pondered his words for a moment before asking, "And what about Usopp? Is he as good a sharpshooter as he claims?"
Luffy laughed heartily. "Usopp might exaggerate a bit, but he's got a sharp aim. I know that he won’t hesitate to fight when it comes to.”
There was no denying that Luffy cared about his crew. It was evident in the way he talked and stood up for each and every one of his friends. The man might be the personification of simplicity but his loyalty to his crew was unwavering. It made you feel a little better about Sanji’s potential leave, but you were still worried about the perils of the Grand Line.
“What about Sanji,” you straighten up, your eyes searching for your aforementioned friend. “Why do you want him to join your crew?”
Luffy's eyes lit up as he began to speak about Sanji. "Sanji's an amazing cook, for one. The best in the world, actually. His food is so delicious that it makes me forget about all our troubles. Plus, he's a great fighter with those strong legs of his. But most importantly, he's a good person.”
“You got that all from what little interaction you’ve both had?”
Luffy nods, once again smiling. “When I met Sanji, he helped out a man who was hungry and didn’t have any money to pay. That's how I knew he was a good person. And when he talked about his dream of finding the All Blue, where all the world's oceans meet and different kinds of fish live, I knew he was someone I wanted on my crew. We're all chasing our dreams, and together, we can make them come true.”
The knot that had formed in the pit of your belly finally disappeared as Luffy talked about Sanji. He cared about him in the same way you did. There had always been something about Sanji that drew people in, and finally it seemed that it was paying off.
Luffy had never seen Sanji as a stranger. The moment they met; they had become friends. You knew that he would protect him. That whatever perilous dangers they would face at the Grand Line, Luffy would bring Sanji back to you.
You’ve always had a bad habit of digging your nails into your palm, and right now you were doing just that. Somehow the ocean air had gotten warmer, or maybe that had more to do with the way your heart started to beat with such a ferocity that you swore Luffy could hear it.
“If,” your voice cracks, throat suddenly dry and you have to cough to clear it, Luffy dropping his head to the side as he looks at you. “If Sanji wants…, will you promise to bring him back?”
His eyebrows furrow together, as if he doesn’t understand what it is that you’re asking of him. There’s a beat of silence before he’s smiling again.
“I wasn’t joking earlier when I asked you to join us.”
You wonder what kind of face you’re making that has him laughing so hard as he takes a step towards you. This time Luffy lets his hat fall to his back, the leather straps keeping it from flying away. The breeze pushes his hair away from his face, and for a moment your heart races for a completely different reason.
He holds his hand out, his palm pointed to the night sky, “I promise to keep you safe and make every moment an adventure you'll never forget. The Straw Hat Pirates, we could use someone like you.”
“Plus,” he continues, “Doesn’t it sound fun, exploring the world by my side?” His hand is still outstretched in front of you.
“What do you say?"
There had been a beat of silence as you looked up from Luffy’s hand to his face. And in that tiny, little moment you were tempted to take his hand.
You could see it in his eyes, in his slightly crooked smile; this was an honest invitation.
How was it that he could meet a stranger and without knowing anything about them somehow decide that their paths would be better walked together?
In this moment, what did Luffy see in you?
In this moment, did you want to say yes because you wanted to stay by Sanji’s side a little longer or because in Luffy’s words you had found a truth that you had never before let you think about; Baratie was nice, being a part of the crowd was nice, but were you simply settling? Was Baratie truly the place where you belonged, or was there something more waiting for you out in the vast world?
Could there really be a place for you with the Straw Hat Pirates or were you simply being naïve?
It felt like an entire lifetime had passed by in these short seconds, your heart beating so hard that your chest began to ache.
Your answer would have to wait, the both of you turning around at the sound of heavy footsteps. Your eyes fell on the way he tucked his hands into the pocket of his cutoffs before Sanji’s voice calling your name finally made you look away.
The man was drunk, clinging onto Usopp who seemed to be even more intoxicated. They whined about food, babbling on about the bar being closed.
“Take me to the kitchen!” Sanji slurred. “I’ll make us a feast!”
Behind them, Nami rolled her eyes and Zoro yawned.
You moved to his side, thinking that it was an absolute feat that they didn’t manage to knock each other into the water. He leaned onto you automatically and you let out a breath at the impact. “Zeff will kill you if he catches you in his kitchen drunk.”
“The old shitbag is all talk and no- ugh!”
You elbowed him in the ribs, “Shut up. I’m taking you to your room, you’re way too drunk to cook.”
Still leaning on you, Sanji shook his head. “I promised them food, I’m not one to break any promises! I’ll just make them something easy… a seafood risotto!”
“Sanji it’s past midnight!”
It was Zoro that helped you with Sanji, taking his weight off of you. “A pirate’s appetite knows no time.” He grumbled.
Sanji made a noise of approval.
With the rest of the crew agreeing that they too could eat, you gave in. “Fine! I’ll make it but you’re going to cough up the Berry to replace anything we use.”
Sanji gave you a thumbs up.
With Zoro’s help you all made your way to the kitchen. Nami and Usopp sat at one of the tables, giggling away as Zoro took Sanji and helped him sit beside him. You hoped with every fiber of your being that Zeff was already asleep.
You washed your hands and set about making Sanji’s famed seafood risotto. You moved with practiced efficiency, grabbing ingredients and utensils. You searched the walk-in for any leftovers, not wanting to leave any evidence of you ever being here.
It was a stroke of luck that you found a container of mixed seafood from this morning’s prep. Adding that to your bin, you grabbed some fresh mushrooms, a few onions and herbs, as well as a handful of deshelled prawns.
When you returned back to the kitchen you found Sanji rolling up his sleeves, cutting board and knife at the ready.
“Absolutely not!” you hissed, setting the bin down and pushing him back towards the table where everyone else sat. “You are not going to get in my way.”
Sanji rolled his eyes. “Oh, come on a little intoxication isn’t a problem.”
“You say that until you end up cutting off your fingers. Sit. I got this.”
He opened his mouth to say something, but you cut him off. “Look, I may not be a grand chef like you, but a little trust won’t hurt.”
“It’s not that I’m doubting your skills, love. Trust me, you’re the only chef here that I see as a competitor. I just,” he groans when you shove him again, the odd compliment flustering you. “I just think this would go by a lot faster if you had some help.”
“I can help.” Luffy suddenly said making both you and Sanji turn to look at him. “I’m not very good when it comes to cooking but I’m willing to give it a try,”
The offer was enough to satisfy Sanji, who took a seat and told Luffy to grab an apron.
“Pirates are good with knives, right?” you asked when he looked around at your mise en place.
“The very best.” He responded with a smile.
Handing him the hilt of a knife you set about giving him instructions. He would chop all the vegetables while you worked on making the risotto and heating up the seafood.
The sound of Usopp and Nami talking blended in with the sound of Luffy’s chopping as you turned the stove on and began to cook. Sanji had been right- while the dish was in no way complicated to make; with help it went by a lot faster.
Luffy was not being modest when he said that he’s not good in the kitchen, the onions he handed you were cut in an array of sizes that had you pause and tilt your head to the side.
“Ah,” Luffy said, scratching at the back of his hat, smiling shyly. “I’m better at eating.”
There was something contagious about his smile, your own lips curling up as you smiled back and grabbed the small bowl of crudely cut onions and tossed them in a pan to sauté in grapeseed oil.
Luffy moved to stand beside you, watching as you worked multiple pans at the same time.
“How did you come to work here?” he asked.
“It’s not a very interesting story.” You say, reaching for the cheese.
“I don’t think that’s true, everyone’s got an interesting story.” His fingers brush against yours as he picks up the block of parmesan and holds it out for you. “I want to hear yours.”
His words and gentle touch would have flustered you into a mumbling mess, but there was a comfort that came from being in the kitchen that helped you keep from embarrassing yourself. So, you told him your story while you finished cooking.
You tell him about the small snowy village in North Blue where you grew up. You tell him about the restaurant that’s been in your family for decades, how your mother wanted you to be in charge of it when you came of age.
“It’s a family tradition since it first opened, you see. The oldest child would always take over as head Chef.”
“You didn’t want to do it?”
“It’s not that… I love the restaurant, but all those days I spent trying to live up to my parent’s expectations…” You sighed, setting the spoon down. “I woke up one day and realized that the life I was living wasn’t my own. So, I gathered what little Berry I had, and I took the first passenger ship that would take me towards the East Blue. I didn’t have enough for the ticket, but the captain took pity on me and let me onboard as a cook.”
“He offered you a job?”
“Oh no, not at all. He gave me the opportunity to work off my debt. Three months of gruesome, tiring work. But you know what happened during those three months? I found that I was finally happy. Even though I was exhausted every single day, I always woke up excited for what the day held. It was nothing like working for my family. I made friends, I learned and. I left that ship a skilled cook.”
“So, you came to work at the Baratie?”
You shook your head and looked at him. “No. I found myself all alone in Orange Town with nothing but the small bag I had packed, and the knife set one of the cooks had given me. Turns out in my rush to leave I didn’t realize what a completely foolish thing it was that I was doing.”
Luffy laughed at that, and you felt your face warm a bit as you ducked it down and began to mix together the last of the ingredients.
“That sounds like something I’d do. I mean, who needs a plan when you've got guts and a dream, right?”
“I got lucky actually. It’s there that I met Sanji.”
At the mention of Sanji’s name, Luffy turned to look over his shoulder towards the table his crew patiently sat at. “Ah, Sanji’s the reason you’re at Baratie.” He turned around to look at you with a grin.
You nodded. “Sanji brought me to Baratie a few years ago. I’ve been here ever since.”
“You must truly love this place then!”
“I do. There isn’t any place quiet like Baratie.”
Luffy tilted his head to the side, his hat sliding forward. He was careful when he reached up and pushed it back, his arm almost grazing yours. “But this isn’t enough?”
This time the warmth that crawled up your face was a burning fire. “That makes it sound like I'm not grateful for everything I have here," you replied, your voice slightly unsteady. “But that’s not true, I like where my life is right now.”
Luffy looked at you with furrowed brows, his hand still on his hat. For a moment the food in front of you lay forgotten as you found yourself unable to look away from such an intense stare.
“Are you trying to convince me or yourself of that?”
You couldn’t quite stop your lips from stretching into a self-deprecating smile.
“Maybe a little bit of both.”
“If,” Luffy began, moving out of your way as you turned the stove off and carefully picked up the Rondeau pan. “If you’re not happy where you are, why do you stay?”
It took you a second to find the words, his question absurdly frustrating you. Your eyes were glued onto the lid of the pan, your fingers grasping the handles with such an intensity that your knuckles began to pale. Finally, with a deep breath you looked up at Luffy.
“Because I’m comfortable here.”
If there was something more that he wanted to say you didn’t give him the option, making your way towards the table and carefully setting the pan in the middle of the table. “Food’s done.” You say, lifting the lid.
Sanji is the first to lean over and inspect the dish, it being his recipe and all. His grin is automatic, his eyes meeting yours as he gives you a nod of satisfaction.
“Wonderful job as always, Chef.”
You huff, quietly pleased at his compliment as you set a stack of curved plates down and watch as they begin to dig in.
Theres something about watching the way their eyes light up as they sit up straighter that never gets tiresome. You help Nami hand out the plates, Luffy already scooping up a comically monstrous portion of food onto his plate. You couldn’t stop the small laugh that escaped you as you watched Usopp’s mouth fall open at the mountain of risotto on the captain’s plate.
“It’s only fair,” Luffy said, passing the serving spoon to Zoro. “I did help after all.”
“How kind of you to leave us scraps.” Nami said with a roll of her eyes.
Luffy’s smile only grew as he took a seat beside Sanji.
“There’s plenty of food, I had a feeling that appetites were running rampant tonight.” You say as Zoro holds his hand out for Nami’s plate.
“See?” Luffy says, pointing at you with a spoonful of food. “I didn’t even grab that much.” With that he shoves the spoon in his mouth and closes his eyes, shoulders drooping as he moans and mumbles something incoherent.
Zoro rolls his eyes as he serves everyone else before himself. “Of course not, Captain.”
You stand there for a second longer, watching as they admire your work before you nod and turn around to start cleaning, You had made sure not to use up too many dishes, seeing as it would be your responsibility to clean up.
“Where do you think you’re going?
Nami asks from behind you, making you look back.
“I’m going to start cleaning.”
“Aren’t you going to eat with us?” Luffy asks, his mouth full.
Sanji nods his head towards the empty seat across from him. Come on sit.”
“But-” you start but Usopp doesn’t let you finish. “Hey, don't be a shy shrimp! We'll help you with the cleaning later. Right now, let's all enjoy the food together!”
Being called a shy shrimp made you laugh as you gave in and made your way back to the table. Your seat was between Luffy and Nami, the latter scooting over a bit to give you more space. As you sit, Zoro reaches over and places a plate in front of you. Nami hands you a spoon.
“This is great!” Luffy says, raising his glass of milk in the air. "Cheers to a delicious meal!" He takes a moment to look around at everyone before his eyes settle on you. “Having my whole crew here makes this meal even better!” Theres a warmth in his words as he winks at you and chugs the rest of his drink, the table joining in with shouts of joy.
It’s here that for the first time in a while, you feel seen. You raise your glass and shout alongside them. Just for a moment, even though your mind is in disarray and every inch of your body is acutely aware of the heat that radiates from Luffy’s body; you let yourself belong.
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Howdy knight in shimmering armor!! :DDD it is moi~ & I come humbly presenting my req ✨🥹
So. 👏🏼 We've heard of motherly!reader, right? And we got motherly!reader. We've heard of sister!reader, and we got sister!reader.
Now get ready forrrrr *🥁🥁🥁* daughter!reader! 🩷💫
can I get some hcs for our Sodapop with a daughter/daughter!reader? I feel like he'd be such a sweet and loving parent aaaa 😭😭 whether biological or adopted it's entirely up to you, darlin'! I just live for the sweet fluff; my brain is stuck on Darry and Pony and the rest of the Greasers as uncles akshdj it's driving me up a walllllll.
uncle/godfather (!!! 😱😭🩷) Steve—maybe her taking an interest in cars or working at the DX when she gets older?? or not and somethin' else has her best interests at heart!! but everybody loves and dotes on her endlessly still bc she's their princess UGH the potential is insanity.
Work your magic, firefly!! If it's what'chur into, I'd love to see whatcha got for me! 😚 If not, then don't worry a thing at all, m'kay? <33 Entirely up to you!
↳tell the angels no!₊˚✧
➬ sodapop curtis x daughter!reader
a/n; THERES MY FAVOURITE PERSON EVERRR!!! HIIIIII!!!! ALSO I MADE READER LIKE IN THE RANGE OF A PRETEEN..BUT I MADE IT PRETTY VAGUE ON THE AGE..SAUR.
you’re sodapop’s biological child, and he couldn’t be happier omfg.
he’s such a good dad :(.
he legit can’t say no to you so you can get away with literally anything.
you punch a kid because they were annoying you?
“aw, it’s okay. i bet she didn’t mean it.”
“your daughter punched the child 3 times in a row.”
“just like i taught her!”
you get caught stealing?
“just ask for money! or take some from uncle steve.”
if you ever tell him you have a crush on a kid, he’s telling everyone. shouting it in the streets fr.
“who is he? is he cute? is he nice? rich?”
“papa!!”
and if the gang finds out?? good luck.
“what? you’re way too young to even to be thinking about boys!”
“yeah, what uncle two-bit said!”
“guys she’s a child. let her explore.”
“shut up ponyboy, this is y/n we’re talking about.”
do NOT ask sodapop for help with any of your work.
as soon as your done with adding, it’s ponyboys problem.
each person in the gang probably has their own job or role in your life.
johnny is the uncle you go to for peace and quiet.
“johnny-uhh…let’s go to the lot!! i’m tired of this house.”
“alright, kiddo. go tell your dad where you’re going.”
johnny’s jealous that you have a better childhood than he ever had, but he’s happy that it’s you getting the best childhood you can possibly get.
ponyboy’s the one you go to for academic help, or just..help in general.
“uncle pony, what’s 12 x 2?”
“what’s 12 + 12?”
“24?”
“there’s your answer.”
two-bits the uncle you go to when you’ve had a bad day. he does ANYTHING to make you laugh.
he’ll tell you any story about anyone to make you smile with tears still in your eyes.
“w-well what about dad?”
“OH! your dad used to work at this gas station, the DX, right? and one day a guy came in to rob the place, grabbed the drinks, chocolate bars, everything and just RAN! so your father ran after him but he tripped and took the guy down with him! i swear he was the same shade as a tomato when the story came out!”
“really?”
you asked, in between laughs.
steves the uncle you go to for…literally everything.
you’re probably his favourite person so…he’s ‘round you a lot.
“uncle steve, i’m trying to go to school!”
“schools for losers.”
“uncle?!”
“but don’t drop out. drop out and i kill ya.”
darry is the one you go to for actual advice and a shoulder to lean on.
you probably call him grandpa for the laughs.
“an-and i just don’t know what to do, pa! it’s so..UGH!”
“just breath, y/n. you’re a strong young girl. you can make it, like you always do.”
dallas is the uncle you go to for actual fun.
he let’s you get away with anything and everything.
he might even be worse than your dad.
“can i have a cigarette?”
“just don’t tell anyone, kay? i ain’t tryna get the tar beatin’ outta me.”
i like to think that steve’s car work was acknowledged and he moved into a better paying job.
so if you show the slightest bit of interest into cars, he’s bringing you into work on the weekends.
“pop the hood, y/n.”
“sir yes sir!”
they’d be so loving but so annoying with you omfg.
they will barge into your room without asking.
“HEY Y/N!”
“TWO-BIT, WHAT DO YOU WANT?!”
“that’s no way to talk to your uncle.”
“so?? get out! i’m trying to play something.”
they all come into your room and drag you out to the dingo.
OMFG IMAGINE THEM PICKING YOU UP FOR SCHOOL IT’D BE SO EMBARRASSING.
sodapops driving, it’s his car, two-bit and steve are fighting across the seats, johnny and ponyboy and talking over the shouting, dallas is blasting music while darry tells everyone to behave.
all that while you stand infront of school, infront of everyone, as they shout your name out loud.
“Y/N!”
“Y/N GET IN!”
“HURRY UP PLEASE”
“i don’t know who these guys are…must be another y/n.”
“Y/N CURTIS. GET IN HERE NOW!”
“ah, shit.”
“WHAT WAS THAT, YOUNG LADY?”
“nothinguhh!!”
10/10 experience overall, would sell my first born to experience this.
may 27th, 2023. 4:41PM.
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Last Twilight, Ep. 1 Thoughts
Full disclosure, I am very neutral about JimmySea as a pairing, and literally the only reason I am watching Last Twilight is to see how Aof Handles Disability: Round 2. While I certainly had quibbles with some stuff in Moonlight Chicken, I was generally impressed by the way Aof navigated that storyline both on and off-screen. And seeing characters with disabilities in BL has been extremely rare.
So, I just want to share my thoughts on the first episode of Last Twilight because there was not enough going on in it for me to personally write an actual analysis. I also want to make it clear that I am not blind, and do not know how accurate an experience any of what is going on may be to blind people.
BUT! I will say that I was desperately in love with the way they opened the entire show. And I don’t mean like the intro, I mean the “this is a fictional series///raikon dopini” announcement at the beginning because they blurred it at the beginning (and let it become clear over time). Aof and co are getting a lot of mileage with their use of Day’s level of vision, but I personally think it is important to periodically remind the audience of what Day’s working with:
OH ALSO, CONTENT WARNING FOR STROBE EFFECTS FROM TIME 0:18-0:34 IN PART ONE.
That said, there were a few aspects of Day’s disability storyline that I found interesting.
I loved watching everybody interview for the caretaker position, it was really fun to see the comedy and ridiculousness of some of the common sentiments (shout out to Mr. “I’m not helping him, he’s helping me”, worst anyone has ever done it, buddy: 12/10) being played for the absurdities they are.
I loved some of the set dressing, even if it feels a little obvious. The painting in Day’s house with like four or five heads being split by one giant eye in the center is a fucking brilliant choice. (and this is not related to the disability aspect, but the little bandaid Rung put on her car absolutely killed me, what an adorably tragic detail).
3. I already said it, but I loved the way that Aof and co cuts between their normal sharpness and Day’s level of vision. Especially because Aof is using Sea, who I feel like most of the fan base knows, and has seen very much be Not Blind. I think stories that center around disability should actually be spending time showing the audience the difficulties that can stem from disability. It was extremely helpful, to me at least, to know what and how Day sees, you get a much better sense of danger when he walks in to the street, when you know how he is trying to navigate. I loved how impossible it was to differentiate the shuttlecock from the ground during the badminton game. And, I think they got the balance right, and didn’t over use that tactic in the first episode, but I will be interested to see if they continue to use it throughout the show
4. The semi-infantilization of Day by his family. This feels so similar to some aspects of Heart’s family dynamics and so different in others. Both families are very protective of their disabled child in the sense that they (in my mind) overestimate their child’s limitations. But, where Heart’s family was more detached from him: leaving him alone in the house so often, not learning sign language, etc. Day’s mother won’t even let Day stand up and walk like…30 feet in a straight line. Day’s brother, Night, yells at Day for getting out of the car and going up to the Society for the Blind so he can search for music to listen to. It is really fascinating actually, having just wrapped up Unit 2: Race, Class, and Disability from @bengiyo’s queer cinema syllabus, to compare the way Day, a grown adult man, is being treated by his family, compared to say, Leo from The Way He Looks. There are definitely intersections of concern and tighter leashes around these characters than I think either Day or Leo would like. But, because Leo has been blind his entire life, there are aspects of his blindness that are normalized and integrated in his family that are not present in Day’s because…they are new to the whole blindness thing.
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Something I am iffy about as this progresses is the conversation around eye transplants for Day. Of course, everyone has the right to choose how to handle their disability, but in a story that from my own interpretation feels like it is partially about accepting new realities, I am waiting to see how that particular story element shapes up. I also think there is/was an opportunity to play with sound in thai show, and I do not know if they are going to do that. But, GMMTV and sound design have never really gone hand in hand.
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One thing I very much did not like about Day’s disability storyline:
THE FUCKING CENTER FOR THE BLIND DOES NOT HAVE BRAILLE
ANYWHERE!
I don’t know where they shot this, if it was at an actual center or if it was a set/made to be a center for the blind but…
There is no braille on the elevator
There is no braille on the books
There is no way to easily know what CDs are on that table.
And like, I have no clue as of yet if braille is something that Day has learned (and I did look it up there is both Thai and Lao braille). It’s been a year since he started losing his vision, so he would have had time to learn. But this center does not revolve around Day, so either way, WHY THE FUCK IS THERE NO BRAILLE? I have to assume this is a place they just dressed as a center for the blind, and that there were limited changes they could make to the space or something to justify the fact that this society for the blind is not accessible for the blind.
Also, everybody in the center was staring at Day trying to find the CD that he dropped, and like…y’all are staff at a center for the blind, why are you acting so surprised?
Curious to see how this show continues.
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I.Visiting a friend
Hobie brown x Black reader
A/n: No smut in this fic but there will be multiple parts later 🤫
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The summer is the best time to be outside in New York. Water balloon fights, pool party’s, blocks playing music that filled the city, crop tops and bikinis. It was like this since you were little, and undeniably there’s no place like home
Tonight you and your friends were cramped in a small hot bathroom doing makeup, hair & all of the above for a party. One girl doing lashes, one girl doing her lip liner, one girl doing her nails & another taking pictures and controlling the playlist
“Y’all my nigga just texted me to come on so let’s start heading out” one of your other girlfriends shouted from in the living room, and after a few minutes everyone was in the car taking videos and lip syncing music for tonight’s ig story
By the time you walked in you were already unamused. Hood niggas standing in the corner on their phones, other dudes trying to get behind girls and failing miserably, groups of people who looked half awake still trying to dance. So you fell behind and sat at the bar listening to other people’s conversations when a different boy caught your eye
A tall 6,5 darkskin was sitting on the complete opposite side of the bar on his phone, his wicks were slightly short, and laid down his head that made them shaped almost like an Afro. His jewelry and piercings caught your attention, silver jewelry lining his eyebrows and fingers. Plus the way he dressed was so attractive, different from almost everyone else in the room
While admiring his beauty a airdrop came through your phone with the name “unknowns iPhone” curiously you accepted it
“Y’kno it’s rude to stare right?”
And while trying to figure out who the person was you felt a shadow towering over you before he sat down
“You like whatcha seeing yeah?”
“Don’t get too ahead of yourself lil nigga who is you?”
“C’mon y’kno who I am, your eyes were burning holes in my jacket. Plus nothing ‘bout me is little and I know you can tell” he replied smirking resting his head on his hand to look at your features more closely
Immediately you could tell he wasn’t from New York at all by his voice, and though you had made fun of some British accents before. Something about his skin and voice in the dark lighting made him so attractive to you
“Sooo you from?” You said feeling your cheeks getting hot, the aggressiveness in your voice vanished
“New York love, why?”
“Boy your not from New York don’t play wit me right now” you said rolling your eyes
“Yea, I’m from London. Visiting a friend out here right now. Want a drink?”
You both ordered drinks and he said his name was Hobie. You each talked for a minute on each others interests, allowing you both to have a flourishing conversation because surprisingly you both had a lot in common. He had piercings, you did too. You both loved music, spray painting your art and opinions on every wall in your city, and you both also shared love for different types accessories and clothing
After about an hour he asked if you wanted to go to another spot, just you and him. Your heart slightly froze in anxiety but there was some type of safety in his eyes. So you texted the group chat
“Hey y’all, met this boy at the bar and he wants to take me to another spot. Keep y’all ringers on”
“Okay girllll !!! Is he fine 🌚”
“Leaving us to get some dick is crazyyyy 😒”
You hopped into his car and listened to the music while hanging your head out the window. You felt a hand on your thigh and you looked at him kind of surprised. You brushed it off when you realized you didn’t mind it at all in the first place
“Problem luv?” He side eyed you while biting the side of his lip down, focused on the road
“Nahhh you chillin” you felt his large hand start creeping higher and higher up your thigh while he kept his other hand on the wheel speeding up every time you looked at him. By the time you felt like saying something bold, you were at the spot that wasn’t really a spot. You were at the Brooklyn bridge
“Boy this is not no spot we are on a bridge wtf”
“You trust me?” And before you could say anything he was carrying you in one hand wedding style using his other hand to shoot webs, bringing you to the top of the bridge
After the rush of literally flying through the air went away. You asked him a few questions
“What was that?!!”
“Why is there white stuff coming out your arms?”
And before you could ask him your last question he made a stupid joke
“I can make white stuff come out of somewhere else y’kno” he smirked
After smacking him on the back of the head you asked him your last question
“What made you want to tell me you have super powers? Especially like that..”
After seeing you shivering in your mini tee and skirt, he wrapped his large, heavy pin decorated vest around you and pulled you into his chest with his arm as you both watched the city. Light was escaping from every street. You also realized you probably wouldn’t have experienced seeing this in a lifetime if you didn’t meet him
“Don’t know, there’s something about you I kno’ I can love and take care of. So I’m not sweatin the spider man role right now” he said shrugging then resting his head on yours and playing in the curly ends of your locs
“You lucky you fine, I would have never even left the bar with any other boy” you said drawing along his stomach and chest feeling how chiseled he was under his shirt
“Just so you kno we date now” he said
“Boy your stupid it’s only been a few hours” you responded laughing and swinging your feet over the edge of the bridge
“I’m stupid? Yet your running your hands all over my body, yeah right”
Not realizing what you were doing you moved your hands immediately away from him a little shocked at what you were doing
“I didn’t tell you to stop now did I?”
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