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aspiring-artist-em · 9 months

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Crimson Rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back?

So, like a normal, sane reader, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little tiny brain filled with angst and smut, I was thinking that it was maybe a chapter being updated, or maybe someone I love replying to a comment I left about how their writing is so fantastic and giving them vivid descriptions of how I wish to burn it into my brain because how good it is. Turns out, that was not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics I was dying to read were back. All the fics that had me frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and oh my god-

They were back.

All of them.

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was fucking psyched because I have an AO3 account and I have access to it again. Me, along with many other fans of his works and readers in this fandom, texted friends and loved ones. We smiled and downloaded the files, swearing that we will never lose those works again.

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So, like a normal, sane author, when I get an AO3 notification, I immediately drop everything and check it out. In my little pea brain filled with ways to torture my readers and ways to get them off through my words, I was thinking that maybe someone had kindly left a kudos on my work, or maybe even comment on it. All my works are ongoing and to be honest, I was a little scared to open my email because what if it's a negative comment? What if it’s someone telling me that they hate me because I’m sick and twisted, writing the filth I do. What if it’s someone telling me that they hate how I made a certain character bisexual because in their mind, bisexual women can't also be attracted to women? What if it’s someone telling me that the trauma I write about is misrepresented and that I am an awful person for romanticizing it when I swear I’m not, when I know that I’m drawing from experience. What if it’s someone saying the aforementioned trauma is too dramatized, and that the way that I write it as something to be worked through, doesn’t fit their “one kiss and all the bad memories go away” narrative they have in their head. What if it’s someone telling me I should be ashamed, telling me that I am disgusting, telling me that I shouldn't write what I write even though I have hyperlinks embedded in my fics and even though I have additional warnings per chapter and even though I have so many tags the plot is given away. Turns out, that is not the case.

It was a fucking notification about Crimson Rivers being posted.

I sat on my bed, and just stared. My brain wasn’t working. I was halfway though a bag of chips that my dog really wanted and staring at an email that bizarrestars fucking posted Crimson Rivers.

And Best Friend’s Brother.

And Just Lovers.

And all of those fics people were dying to read were back. All the fics that had people online frothing at the mouth with want and the insatiable urge to consume everything he put back out into the world. And so, I followed the link in my email and

oh my god-

They were back.

All of them.

Every single one of their fics was back up and I was filled with fucking dread, because all I could focus on is how there’s a shiny new prongsfoot fic right there on the top of their page, the first thing people will see. All I could think about is how they talked about people not respecting their wishes with their fics and how people on the internet are fucking relentless. All I could think about are the videos I will see with people complaining that they can’t read it because they don't have an AO3 account and people attacking them for the two chapter prongsfoot fic right there, and how people fucking idolized the guy, putting him on a pedestal and hailing him as the “best fanfic writer ever, right there along with misskingbean (who may or may not be Taylor swift (I swear, Taylor is NOT misskingbean))”All I could think about is the exit he, and MANY OTHER authors made because people got ahold of their work and were fucking rude about it. All I could think of is someone who was practically pushed off the internet for doing what he loves so well that people started hating when he wrote what he wanted to write, and how now, he’s back and honestly, it scares me a little bit because he didn’t deserve the hell people put him through.

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Crimson rivers, is it back? What now? Does that mean Zar is back? Short answer, yes, yes, and yes. Long answer, yes but only if you have an AO3 account and ONLY IF people can be fucking nice this time around and maybe remember that zar is a fucking person with fucking feelings and something called a fucking mental health to take care of. Authors have feelings too, we aren’t some mindless fic generator. If you want that, go to chat gtp or some shit. We put our hearts and souls into our work and share it because we want to put it out there, not because we want to get bullied.

Now, I know what you're going to say, “oh, but I just really loved the guy, he was like the second coming of christ with his words like I just really wanted to read more because I loved him so much, like I forgot he was a human because I just loved him and a little love never hurt anyone.”

But like, that’s also really fucking problematic and actually obsessive. Just think about it. Like this guy is a person and like, maybe you shouldn’t treat him like he is anything more OR ANYTHING LESS. Like honestly, he probably didn't start posting his work to gain fame, like this was probably really unexpected for him. AND EVEN IF HE DID, IT DOESN’T MEAN YOU GET TO TREAT HIM LIKE A FUCKING PRODUCT GOD DAMN. Like, this is a PERSON. Imagine if your best friend or little sibling came to you and was talking about people putting enormous pressure on them and being obsessed with everything they do and how they feel like they have to be perfect and please everyone because if they don't, they’ll get harassed online and like, it’s genuinely damaging their mental health. Like, imagine if that happened to you. What would you tell them? Well, hopefully, you would tell them that those people are fucking obsessed and that they need to take a break and maybe, just maybe remove the works so they could put their mind to rest, because that’s better than this. Like come on everyone, can’t you fucking see the problem with that? Idolization and bullying go hand in hand and the poor guy has been though enough.

Also, remember, be kind to the guy and like, idk, treat him with fucking human decency? Don't deadname him maybe? Don't like, idolize him? Don't get mad when he writes what he wants to fucking write because you don't like it? And maybe like, respect his wishes? It should be pretty fucking simple tbh, but apparently it's a difficult task for some of you. He isn’t a fucking god and maybe like, before you comment, actually sit there and reflect on what you are going to say to him.

SO MAYBE, BEFORE YOU COMMENT SHIT, REMEMBER THAT ZAR’S, (and, for the record, every other author’s) MENTAL HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN A 800K WORD STORY ABOUT DEAD WIZARDS. LIKE PLEASE, YOU CAN FUCKING LIVE WITHOUT ONE SPECIFIC FIC WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY OTHER FICS OUT THERE, AND SO MAYBE LIKE, REMEMBER TO RESPECT THE AUTHORS WHO WRITE YOUR STORIES.

MAYBE, JUST MAYBE, BEFORE YOU SAY SHIT, THINK ABOUT WHY HE FUCKING LEFT IN THE FIRST PLACE, DEAR GOD.

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queerholmcs · 11 months

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okay. you know the drill. i do need to elaborate on some of these, moreso than is allowed within the character limit of the polls; see the read more at the bottom of the post. yes it gets a bit long, i'm sorry, i'm not normal about this show, we've established this.

stop making me watch this. this is indecent. this is not suitable for public television. please get a room.

they all know sherlock and they know that he's insane. where they go wrong is in assuming that john must then be the sane one of the pair of them. (save mycroft; see number five.)

'here, use mine' as the obvious opener. but then we also get the bit where john returns to baker street and sherlock's like 'oh haha yeah i called you across town to ask you to send a text' and john gives him the most exasperated, reluctant look before giving sherlock his phone (heart). because at this point, there is no other option. (i won't say more. essays have already been written on the matter.)

the way a point is made to demonstrate sherlock's deliberate ignorance of molly's attempts at flirting. and john's painfully awkward attempts to hit on mycroft's PA. contrasted with their every moment on screen together. 'we can't giggle, it's a crime scene!' SHUT UP.

where do i start with this one. (mycroft is my favourite. i'm not sorry.) he puts so much effort into this stupid little trick and john completely holds his own against him. he's also the only one to see that john is also not sane and that as much as sherlock is going to be some sort of influence on john, john is going to do the same to sherlock. 'might we expect a happy announcement by the end of the week?' → 'i can see from your left hand that's not going to happen' → 'time to choose a side.' hello??????? thank goodness mark gatiss mycroft holmes is here to spell things out for us.

it all starts when john says 'i looked you up on the internet last night' (weird move, it has to be said) and then doesn't immediately praise sherlock's blog. but then he also doesn't tell sherlock to piss off for deducing him and airing his family secrets like that? and from that point on, every remotely clever thing sherlock says, he looks to john for his response. ('do you know you do that out loud?' 'sorry, i'll shut up.' 'no, it's... fine.') i maintain that he only points out anderson and donovan's little affair to show off for john.

look. do i even have to say anything here. we establish that everyone sherlock interacts with thinks he's gay. we establish that john and sherlock are both unattached and that girlfriends definitely aren't sherlock's area and that it's fine to have a boyfriend, by the way, john thinks this is fine, just if you wondered, he's also unattached and it's fine if girls aren't your cup of tea and have we mentioned they're both unattached? and they have what is about the most intimate eye contact ever for far too long while doing so.

chance or chess? play the game. engage with the story. read between the lines. is it a bluff? or a double bluff? or a triple bluff? play the game. (mention the game one more time. i dare you. shut up.)

this is in both the physical and the metaphorical sense. they have no concept of personal space, either of them, and it is a bit awkward for everyone else in the room who's forced to watch them make bedroom eyes at each other. on the metaphorical side—john is the first to say 'actually, it's not obvious, so get on with it and share your thoughts with the class, would you?' and '...bit not good, yeah. maybe be slightly more sensitive to people's emotions, there.' and 'you're so full of it. you absolutely do guess, admit it, i can tell when you're lying.' lestrade watches them interact for all of ten minutes and then declares that, though he's known sherlock for five years, he still doesn't know sherlock nearly as well as john does.

who is he? well, he's with sherlock. it's sherlock holmes and doctor watson. they're a set. (do not separate!) they go together, they are defined by each other, they balance each other far too perfectly to ever be removed again. welcome to The Dynamic. you'll never know peace again. (or is that just me?)

#bbc sherlock #asip #sherlock #i know which one is going to win and i am SO tempted to not even offer it as an option. nevertheless.

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v1smokewife · 3 months

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who is this person - chapter ten

Zoro pretends to be a female on the internet to talk to Sanji and bad things happen.

Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practicesboarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material

read on ao3

authors note; We are nearly at a home run. The next chapter will be the final chapter! I’m sorry that it’s been such a plot heavy past two chapters. Sorry if you just came for the smut XD next chapter will be a return to form. There WILL be smut before it finishes. I’m currently plotting out the sequel. You may be wondering, sequel? So, remember how this is based off on a one piece fanfic of the same name that I wrote in 2013, well that had a sequel. However, because this one went so incredibly different, it’s likely the sequel will too (and it will be much darker as the original sequel was darker) Anyway, enjoy!

S POV

Sanji had planned to meet up with Vivi the next day at the café that he normally met up with Robin and Nami. It would be nice to see someone who wasn't involved in the messy situation that he currently found himself in. Spending the time with her would maybe make him see clearer than he had been this past week. He wasn't feeling great. Honestly, he wasn't feeling great at all, but he was better than yesterday. He was getting used to the whole idea right now. However, with Zeff's blessing, he got next two weeks off to sort his shit out, so he was feeling grateful for that.

So, Sanji was looking forward to it. It was an excuse for him not to fall into a bad routine of depression, so he got up and got dressed before going out.

He didn't think he would tell Vivi about what was going on, but it would be nice to have a conversation with someone who wasn't involved. Meeting Vivi offered a much-needed respite from the chaos that had been engulfing his life recently. The prospect of spending time with someone removed from the turmoil was like a breath of fresh air. He had appreciated Zeff's understanding and the time off to gather his thoughts and emotions. Getting ready to see Vivi, he felt a sense of normality, even if it was just for a brief moment or a quick chance at a break from all the madness that had been going on recently. When he got dressed, he continued to dress well for himself, a habit that was part of his identity, a reminder of himself before this mess.

Walking out of the apartment, he was thinking about the past couple of days. The revelation about Zoro was confusing and his emotions ran high when he thought about it and an unsettling sense of betrayal still was there. However, he wanted to forget about it just for two minutes.

He got to the usual cafe. When we went in, he saw Vivi sitting at a booth near the window. She turned to look at Sanji and smiled.

"Hi!" She said, letting the menu sit down, "How are you doing?"

"I don't want to talk about it," Sanji said trying to joke but it wasn't far from the truth. Sanji sat across from her. Vivi looked at the menu again and then settled it down.

Meeting Vivi was a relief. Her presence was comforting, and her smile was genuine. They exchanged pleasantries and ordered their drinks. Sanji found himself enjoying their conversation. She spoke about her humanitarian projects, and he spoke about cooking. It was nice. He needed a break.

He was so into the conversation that he didn't notice someone else approach their table. It was Nami. He turned his head when he noticed she was there. Nami looked at him awkwardly before looking at Vivi who looked at her sheepishly.

"Oh. I must have double booked,"

Ah. This wasn't just a casual conversation. It was a ploy to get Nami and Sanji back on good terms.

"It's okay…I'll leave," Nami seemed a little annoyed. Hurt even. Sanji didn't want to see Nami upset even if he wasn't happy with her.

"No no, it's okay," Sanji tried to protest, "I don't mind if you want to sit with us,"

Nami hesitated for a moment. She was trying to gauge Sanji's sincerity. It was clear that the situation was really uncomfortable for everyone involved so Vivi gave her girlfriend an encouraging smile. "I think it would be good for us to talk,"

Nami took a seat next to Vivi. Her expression was showing a mix of reluctancy and hope. Sanji took a deep breath. He would have liked to have given it a bit of time but…maybe this was necessary. Maybe this was what they needed.

As they settled into an awkward silence. Vivi took the lead in the conversation. She tried to keep the conversation neutral. The weather, the cafe, the food (when it arrived) and local news. The tension began to settle and there was a natural rhythm of conversation. Sanji found himself looking at Nami every now and then. He could tell that she was not happy with what had happened, and it needed to change. When their drinks and food arrived, Vivi excused herself to go to the bathroom which left Nami and Sanji alone.

It was awkward. It was silent and Sanji didn’t really know what to say to her. Nami also looked like she felt the same way too. She looked like she didn’t know what to say either to him.

“Nami.. i”

“Sanji, I’m…sorry about what happened,” And she looked like she truly meant it. Sanji watched her expression shift. “No, I’m really sorry about how things turned out. I never wanted you to get hurt like this,”

Sanji nodded, appreciating Nami’s moment of vulnerability and honesty, “I know…I…It’s just a lot to take in at the minute,”

Nami looked down at her coffee. She had been stirring it absentmindedly, “I understand. I should have been more upfront about my suspicions…I just… never thought Zoro would do something like this. I didn’t want to believe it,”

The conversation that began to unfold was delicate but much needed. There was so much going on right now and while he didn’t have all the pieces of the puzzle, he saw the regret and frustration in her eyes. It resonated with his own feelings. His own feelings of hurt.

"Yeah. Imagine how I feel right now," Sanji leaned back in his chair. The fact that him…of ALL people would do this.

Nami nodded, now her eyes beginning to meet his, "I wish I told you…I just… I wanted him to stop. I wanted to give him a chance to stop on his own accord,"

Sanji sighed with a mixture of understanding and lingering disbelief in his expression. "I get it. Nami. Really, I do. You were in a really tough spot. I just…this whole thing with Zoro, it's messed up. I wouldn't thought he’d do something like this,"

Nami's gaze was filled with empathy, "I know, Sanji. I'm so sorry I didn't step in when I could have…I guess, he's my friend too and I just wanted him to do the right thing,"

But he didn't. They were both aware of that, but it ended up going way too far now.

"It's just so hard to wrap my head around," Sanji admitted running his hand through his hair, "Zoro… of ALL people…HIM…I just don't get it,"

Nami reached his hand across the table, placing her hand across the table as a gesture in comfort, "It's okay…That happened wasn't fair to you. I'm here for you if you ever want to talk,"

Sanji looked up at her and met her gaze, "Thank you Nami. It means a lot to me," But things just never ever seemed to add up. Sanji sighed, "I Just…I know it sounds awful… but I wish I knew what he was thinking…I wish I could talk to him,"

Nami's expression softened as she listened to Sanji, "I understand…Closure is important. To be honest, I wish I knew too,"

Sanji nodded, at the moment his thoughts were a whirlwind of emotions and questions, "Yeah, closure. I'm not sure I'm ready to face him though. Everything is just really complicated right now,"

The conversation paused as Vivi returned and she immediately sense a change in the atmosphere. She looked between Sanji and Nami and picking up the vibe, "Everything okay here?"

"Yeah. We're talking things through," Sanji replied.

Vivi nodded, sliding in next to Sanji. "That's good to hear. I think you needed to hear each-other out," As they wrapped up their time together, Sanji felt a new sense of support from both of his friends. It was comforting to know what he wasn't alone in this. He also began to realise that facing Zoro was going to happen. It didn't have to…of course but understanding Zoro's motivations and confronting the hurt and betrayal and finding a way past it.

Leaving the cafe afterwards, Sanji felt a mixture of emotions. The weight of the situation was still there but now the road felt clearer and he felt as if he knew what direction he was going in this time. He knew what the road was the ahead of then abd it would be challenging but he knew he wasn't walking alone.

One day…maybe One day he’d face Zoro but right now, he had to wait until he was ready and he wouldn’t be ready for a long time.

A FEW WEEKS LATER.

Z POV

For the past couple of weeks, Zoro was trying to move on from what had happened. He didn't try and contact Sanji or Nami within that time. He kept mostly to Luffy at the minute for support. Luffy was still oblivious to what was going on but even then, he sensed that something happened but Luffy didn’t pry. He wasn’t that kind of guy. Robin’s conversation haunted him every day. He thought about her words all the time. As nerve hitting as they were, Robin was right. This experience had been so real for him.

However, kept going on with his life. However, one day it would all change. Zoro had just been out for a run when he came back. To be honest, after a little while, Zoro needed a little bit of space to figure things out but he thought about what he done every day.

His phone buzzed while he was in the shower but he payed no mean. It was probably just Luffy. However, when he got out the shower. He picked up his phone and looked at it and…was shocked.

Zoro never deleted Zoey's profiles or apps. He didn't look at them but he didn't delete them. So, when Sanji messaged Zoey, Zoro was absolutely shocked.

S: Meet me at the Baratie tonight. I think we should talk. I’ve told Luffy I won’t be there so it will just be us.

Zoro stood there. He was dripping wet and staring at the message on his phone. His heart began to pound in his chest as a mix of surprise and apprehension as well as a faint glimmer of hope stirred within him in hopes that Sanji was reaching out like this. His mind reeled. Why would Sanji want to meet now, after all these weeks? Was this a confrontation, a chance for closure or something.

Once the shock wore off, Zoro quickly dressed before getting on with the rest of his day. However, when the time was reaching the normal time that he normally would go to the Baratie if he was being forced to by Luffy, he made his way to the Baratie. It had recently occurred to him that he’s never been there on his own. This restaurant was where so many fights between him and Sanji would break. It was funny… those moments seemed like such a far away world right now. It seemed like a completely different memory and yet… here he was, ready to face the music.

He wasn’t nervous. Didn’t see the point in getting nervous now. He had come to terms that wit was very much possible that Sanji might not want to have anything to do with each other never again. It would be the right thing to do in this situation. There would probably be some disappointment if that were the case…

Standing at the door, he looked inside. It was dark inside and he couldn’t see Sanji. So, he shot him a text.

Z: I’m here. Waiting outside.

He waited outside, looking around the building and then…ah, he saw Sanji emerge from the back office. Sanji looked…fine. He didn’t look completely broken apart or upset or anything like that. He just looked…fine. Zoro didn’t know what he was to expect from all of this. Sanji came over and opened the door to let him in. Zoro watched him. A familiar figure in front of him and yet the circumstances were completely foreign.

“Zoro,” Sanji greeted at the door. His voice was steady but with an undercurrent of tension between them. Clearly, neither of them had forgot. “Thanks for coming,”

It felt…odd. It was only then when he was there it hadn’t occurred that him and Sanji had never even hanged out on their own. They really only ever had these interactions when Luffy made them go. He didn’t even know Sanji…until Zoey.

Sanji brought them over. There was a table set up with two beers. Zoro was silently grateful for the beer as that would probably make it better There was silence as they set down and it was a heavy mutual silence. There was a mutual understanding of the gravity of the situation. Simply, Zoro needed to give him an explanation and an apology but…

“I’ve had a little bit of time to think…” Sanji decided to break the silence, “About…what happened and about…us,” He took the glass in his hand a swirled it a little… “And I released that I can’t move on unless I get some answers,”

Zoro nodded. That was reasonable and he was prepared for this…or at least as prepared as he could be for something like this, “I understand. I owe you an explanation and an apology. I…understand that you might have questions…I’ll answer to the best of my ability then,”

“Why did you do it?”

Understandable how that would be a first question, fine. Zoro nodded and then answered, “It was a joke…at first. Luffy and Usopp made the account to mess with me. However, the more and more it went on, I got invested in our conversations,”

Sanji listened to Zoro talk. His emotions changed as he spoke. Shifting from hurt to confused. It hadn’t been serious to begin with. It had been a joke, but it turned serious. That was what stuck to Sanji.

“…it wasn’t a joke to you…after a while?” Sanji asked more for clarity as his voice was deep with intensity.

Zoro hesitated with his answer. He didn’t know what that would imply. That after all this time…his feelings right now were complex. “No. It wasn’t. I started to enjoy our conversations. The things you did…I cared more than I thought I would. I just…ended up getting carried away with the persona. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t know how to without…ruining things,”

Sanji processed his answer before talking again, “But you did ruin it, Zoro. You lied and you played with my feelings. I just…want to understand why you didn’t stop when you seen how far things were getting,”

Zoro then took a deep breath and then looked at his beer trying to think of the answer to his question, “Believe it or not…I actually enjoyed our connection. The version that existed through Zoey…It felt different from our fights and bickering. It was…real,”

“But it wasn’t real,” Sanji replied, his grip tightening on his glass, “It was built on a lie…a lie that went too far,”

Typical but not unexpected that Sanji wouldn’t except a simple explanation. Hell, Zoro would be surprised if he had. There was no justification, but Sanji deserved the truth after all.

“I ruined it. I know that” There was no sense in hiding it. There was no other way he can move beyond this, “I didn’t want to tell you. I enjoyed what we had too much, and I can’t lie about that. Even if it was based on a lie, it was meaningful,”

Sanji looked at him for a second. His face was unreadable as he took in hothouse words, “Meaningful?” He repeated back. For some reason that felt…upsetting to him, “What you did to me was humiliating. I dedicated my time for you, and you didn’t even have the decency to tell me yourself?!”

There was an increasing tension growing the more and more that they look into this. There seems to be a difference of opinions here. This is…after all, an incredibly delicate matter that they are both now talking about, and they aren’t even touching on the pictures.

Sanji seemed angry at him, and he understood the need to be angry. That pain and betrayal. The humiliation of it all.

“I don’t know what more I can say other than Zoro. It..happened and I can’t go back and fix this… I got lost in the lie like you did,”

Sanji’s anger seemed to simmer. He didn’t want to blow up and he wanted to deal with this with some matter of delicacy but the fact that Zoro feels like he is in any way the victim in all of this is…insulting, “You just don’t get it…do you? It wasn’t just about the lie. It was how far you it go. The conversations…the..pictures. I sent you things I would never send anyone because i thought you were Zoey. It was very real to me, and it felt like a stab in the back when I found out it was all a game,”

It was Zoro’s turn to simmer in anger because how many times does he have to tell him this, “It wasn’t a game to me either,” He clearly felt annoyance build up in his voice. Sanji wasn’t listening to him. Why invite him over if he wasn’t going to listen to him at all? It just doesn’t make sense in the slightest, “I’ve been trying to tell you this for a while. I can’t explain why or how. I don’t think you really care for that but my feeling towards it have changed, and it was a lie that turned into something more…something i cannot control anymore,”

“And how could I possibility understand all of that?” Sanji just felt more frustrated than anything because he just simply didn’t understand his reasoning. It was selfish and quite possibly life ruining what he’s done, and Zoro cannot seem to see that, “I…I don’t want to go around in circles about this…we might never agree… I need to know something else. What happened that night? The night in the club…”

That night had been brought up and he knew it was avoidable. Zoro knew how awful it had been for Sanji. For Zoey to not show up, for Sanji to be spiked and then nearly taken advantage of in an alleyway and then to end up completely vulnerable in another man’s flat like that.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen…” Zoro said almost immediately, “I…didn’t plan for that…”

“Then what did you plan for? I was spiked by a stranger and ended up in your bed,” Sanji didn’t want to ask about it but he felt like he had to…” Did…something happen between us that night?”

Zoro paused for a moment. It was funny how he had wanted something to happen between them, but it never had…that was, in a way, one blessing about the whole thing, “Nothing happened between us…I had…wanted something to happen between us but I saw you there with that guy and I saw what was going to happen if I didn’t intervene. I don’t regret taking you back to mine, even though nothing happened,”

Sanji didn’t know what stuck to him first. The fact that nothing happened between them or the fact that all this time, he had wanted something to happen. At least it answered one question. Nothing happened between them. Zoro and Sanji hadn’t slept together and Sanji had been attacked that night and Zoro…saved him. His next question came out, it was almost by complete mistake.

“Do you…. have feelings for me?” Sanji asked, feeling tense at the question because from the conversation, he already knew the answer. Zoro met his gaze. The question hung heavily in the air between them. It was a question that went to the heart of this situation and a question that both of them were maybe dreading coming up.

“Yes,” Zoro finally admitted to him out loud and it felt…weird. Good actually, but weird.

Sanji sat back in his chair. He…had begun to think that was a possibility. Zoro had gotten such…incredibly intimate photos of Sanji during that time and it can’t have been for nothing.

“It’s a lot to take in…” Sanji admitted.

“I know that” There was a hint of relief that it was finally getting its way through to him, “I was half accepting you get get angry at me for having feelings for you,”

Sanji’s face was a mix of emotions at that, “Angry? I don’t know if that’s the word for it…confused, maybe but not angry,”

Zoro leaned back. He didn’t show it, but he actually began to relax a little bit. “I half expected you to throw something at me…”

Sanji sighed, running his hand throw his hair. He was lost in thought about this whole situation. It was…crazy to say the least, “This whole thing Zoro…it’s a mess. And you telling me that you, of all people, have feelings for me…it’s just…that’s insane,”

“Insane is one way of putting it,” He gave a wry half smile, finally acknowledging the absurdity of the situation, “I never expected this to happen. You and I…ever since Luffy introduced us, we’ve been at odds and then Zoey happens and…i never expected this to happen ever,”

Sanji shook his head as the absurdity settled for him too, “We’ve been annoying each other for years. Now, you suddenly tell me that you have feelings for me. It’s a lot to wrap my head around, honestly,”

Sanji was reflectively silence. The conversation and the weight of it settled around them. It wasn’t closure. This actually opened a lot more questions than answered them.

“I need time,” Sanji admitted because all of this was one big slap in the face right now, “I don’t really know where to go from here,”

Zoro nodded. The two of them sat there. Both of them wrapped in their own thoughts. The revelation had indeed made things difficult. Added layers to their already complex relationship. Once things were done, there was sense of a tentative understanding between them. Zoro left the restaurant shortly later. He was willing to go on with life once again. It was fine. Sanji needed time. That was fine. He could give him time. That was okay.

Time was all he had right now, after all.

#one piece zosan #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #zosan #zosan fanfic #opla #roronoa zoro #one piece #op zosan

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a-friend-of-mara · 1 month

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Hey just thinking out loud but uh

Am I the only person who's been told they're "smart" their whole life but analyzes everything to the point that they feel like one wrong calculation or some parameter of their life being changed would result in a very different and probably less stable person?

It might be the [4:47 AM] talking but right now I could really go for horrifying a group of people in a swordfight by letting my impulse to act bat shit insane out

... I mean Raiden before the Monsoon fight levels of insane

If you get that reference then you get internet points

Edit: it occurs to me I play every game like I'm bat shit insane

Apex: "I wanna go shoot someone" is my most said phrase

Factorio: during the last 2 days I both made a plane full of [fallout mini nukes but with less damage and more fire] and a circuit thing that just sends RGB lights in a circle

Project wingman: F/S-15 MLAA, more MLAA, MLAG, AOA limiter, just fucking sending it towards everything, also I rarely come back with much ammo for my main gun, no I didn't run out of missles, I just like [gun go brrrrrrr]

Helldivers: I bring 500kg, napalm strike, and the arc thrower normally, I do not care about safety

Subnautica: seamoth gets eaten by reaper, my response was "Hey! Fucker I using that! That was mine!" Not scared of this thing that can one shot me just yelling at it

Pizza tower: I spent 3 hours on the first level tryna tryna S rank it, was six points off, died 12 times bc I refused to leave unless I did two laps solely because the soundtrack slaps that hard

Doom eternal: sets difficulty to max, refuses to elaborate, shoots demons (dies a lot)

I don't think I physically can play like a normal sane person, primarily bc I'm not "normal"

Fuck you [group of 6 psychiatrists] who spent 4 hours just to tell me they couldn't tell if I had autism, they also couldn't tell if I didn't

Docs in CA are pretty [pick your favorite insult]

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What type of music do you like / have you been jamming to recently? Any recommendations?

(my internet died halfway through this so i nearly had to rewrite it)

you caught me at a bad time i was schmooving to a sewerslvt playlist yesterday ;-;

okay to be serious for a moment. uh. i don't think i have super good or interesting (or normal) tastes in music? i can point you to some of the things i think are cool and good, and i can also point you to things that i listen to for mood.

ive also probably mentioned some of these before (probably all of them?) so sorry if there's repeats

(okay this ended up being longer than expected so cut vv)

good (mostly not depressing stuff?):

Bill Wurtz – weirdly dreamlike jazzy stuff (?) i recommend 'At the Corner Store' and then i recommend you listen to all his other stuff

Ujico*/Snail's House: ive probably ranted about this guy before; 'Cosmo Funk' is probably your entry level snails house song. sweet adorable future bass, my go to for free serotonin

Heaven Pierce Her – Ultrakill: Violence, the game's newest EP. generally melancholic but really sick especially in context. 'War Without Reason' is probably my new favourite track in the whole game? (you can tell i like amen breaks lol)

also ofc i have to mention john / TOOBOE!! shout out to @donutinsideofashark for introducing me to this guy. some recs: 'Tablet', 'Roman', and 'Appare kanpai' – stuff goes hard and makes me wish i knew jp so i could actually remember lyrics

mood (depressing and/or weirder stuff):

vivivivivi's Dead but Dreaming: concept album about a dead god, mostly chiptune instrumental stuff until the second-last track – personally I LOVE this album, but as someone said, it probably sucks unless you have autism (disclaimer: i'm not diagnosed autistic, this is a reference to the pinned comment). this particular album influences a lot of my works to be honest

two more vivivivivi beepbox albums, ones that are a little more lively: Sisyphus and Silly Little Songs from my Silly Little Head. probably not to the tastes of sane and normal people but i like the beeps and boops :)

sewerslvt: breakbeat stuff from a dark place. people seem to not like sewerslvt fans which is why i'm reluctant to talk about this one but whatever. idk what you'd call their genre (i've heard it described as ambient jungle, trance, something or other dnb, but most importantly NOT breakcore. call sewerslvt breakcore and you are signing up for a hell of a flamewar) listen if you like amen breaks and hate yourself (i hope not…) idk what to even recommend here… i stumbled across her first with Drowning In The Sewer years ago. i've been getting back into their stuff recently, which is probably not a good sign for my mental health… currently listening to 'was it weird that i listened to im god by clams casino's when i lost my virginity' which is a hell of a title

Heaven Pierce Her again – The Enigma of Heaven and Other Daily Delusions: weird album about religion and the internet. since this is hakita again there are amen breaks. good if ur fuckin WEIRD. i recommend most of HPH's work

i've also been listening to an ultrakill fan artist called Marzuku, who does – guess what – more amen break stuff. i don't know man, but 'At Ends' is pretty good

shit fuck of course the jvne section ends up being a whole paragraph just to say don't listen to their stuff.

THAT'S IT IT'S TIME TO WRAP THIS UP THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY TED TALK. damn this got long. this is what happens when you ask me about my interests LMFAO

#not art #bernadette rambles #ask #:333 #also sorry for the ping donut

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childes-w1fe · 10 months

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𝑴𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚

I’m back! Before we begin, if you’d like to read up to date on this fanfic the rest of it is posted on my wattpad under the user f0restfawn

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𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2-𝑨 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒇 (𝒀/𝑵)

!𝑻𝑾!: 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝑯*𝒓𝒎, 𝑺𝒖𝒊𝒄*𝒅𝒂𝒍 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒖𝒎𝒂, 𝑩𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝑳𝒐𝒘 𝑴𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒍 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒉, 𝑮𝒂𝒚 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆

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Alone at an empty cafeteria table sat a young girl with a blank look on her face. On the outside, she looked completely normal, happy, and content. On the inside, she was far from normal.

Normal. A group of normal people, all different but also similar. They shared the same interests, opinions, and emotions. A group of people that stayed together and always found a way back after a fight. The three. The trio had been with each other for many years and were considered family by that point. A young girl named (Y/N), her crush, and her best friend. An inseparable trio. (Not the calamity trio btw lol.)

Despite the years and the unbreakable bond the three had, they always seemed to find a way to separate. Any fight or inconvenience would lead to screaming arguments over the phone or abandonment. In every situation (Y/N) would either be the target or the blame. Panic attacks would come to her often, not allowing her to keep food down, think properly, or move on.

She was never able to move on. Too attached to the good memories, pushing away and despising the bad. No matter the number of times her mother would tell her, "You have to be more mature, and don't act on your impulses because of their immaturity. You need to leave them and branch out."

But how could she leave? She cared too much, and it was too late to branch out. By high school, everyone had already formed their groups. Not to mention, the very different options of the people around her. Nervous to try something new, she would always come back.

The most recent fight. There was no coming back. The door had been shut, and that same young girl finally didn't care anymore. She felt.., free. Well, for a little while. (Y/N) had other friends, and even if she didn't talk to them as much, she still had some type of comfort. Until she didn't.

Accusation after accusation. One she hadn't even known about, which turned out to be true. She didn't even realize what had been done in the first place, as she had no idea and no I'll intentions. All of the comforts she found in those people were gone. Those people slowly drifted away from her, leaving her nothing but an aching heart.

And for the first time, she had thought about doing something she would have never even imagined before. Suicide. When she closed her eyes, she would imagine taking pills from a medicine cabinet or taking a sharp knife from the kitchen. She was suffering in silence, wanting to tell her mother what was going on, for even a sliver of comfort. But she knew better. With how serious those accusations were, she would never hear the end of it.

Living each day in fear. Fear of what she had built for herself crumbling, fear of losing her family's support, fear of losing the one thing that kept her sane, her phone. Ridiculous? I know. The internet provided enough entertainment to drown out her problems and make them disappear for a little while. All those two had to do was say one word, and that word would ruin her.

"Keep moving, keep the facade up, just make it to the summer." It was what she would try and reassure herself, but it was easier said than done.

For once she wanted them to feel what she was feeling. The pain, the fear, and betrayal, the disgust. But most of all, she wanted them to move on, as she tried to. To stop talking about her, to ignore her, to not bring her name up. That was her last wish for them.

She envied those who dared to take that step, as she wanted what was happening to end but was scared. Scared of death, scared of saying goodbye, scared of losing.

But.., hadn't she lost from the beginning?

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You scrambled to put on your converse, as your mother was rushing you out of the door at 6 am. It was your first day at your new school, and you were nervous. The school-issued uniform didn't fit your style, so you switched it up a bit. (You don't have to wear this, I just made it for the story.)

"Hurry up (Y/N)! I'll be late for work!"

"I know I'm coming!" You threw your backpack over your shoulder, grabbed your other necessities and ran out of your room, not bothering to close the door.

Your mother stood near the front door with her huge purse and a hand on her hip. She looked at you for a second and then smiled.

"You seem to be in a good mood. Did you meet anyone yesterday?" She winked at you.

Your face turned red as you recalled yesterday's shenanigans.

"Wait-you did?! I was joking, but I can't believe it! I'm so proud of you!"

"Nooo..."

Your mother snickered at you. "Alright kid, we have been wasting too much time. We have to go before I'm late."

You walked out the front door and sat in the passenger's seat of the car. Your mother sat in the driver's seat and turned on your favorite song.

"Nothing wrong with jamming out before your first day, right?"

You nodded excitedly, and you and your mother jammed out to music the entire car ride.

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She stopped in front of the school. Multiple students were chatting and talking to each other. 'Oh no..., I'm so not ready for this.'

You looked at your mother as she caressed your cheek reassuringly.

"Don't worry you will do great. This is an amazing opportunity for you to branch out!"

"But what if I don't do great? What if people think I'm weird?"

"Then let them think that because I know the real you. You're strong, smart, creative, beautiful, and best of all, my daughter." She squeezed your cheeks at the last statement.

"Mom..."

"I know, I know. Don't embarrass you in front of other people." She let go of your cheeks and looked down at your necklace for a moment. Her face softened as she sighed and carefully inspected it. A rose quartz necklace, carved into the shape of a rose. She ran her thumb over the smooth curves in the crystal. (This necklace is so pretty, I have it irl, and I love it so much.)

"I miss her so much, mom. It hurts." Your voice cracked as you began to get emotional.

She envelopes you in a hug. "I...I miss her to hun, but you have to stay strong, for all of us."

You nod, as she wipes a single tear from your eye.

"I have to go to work now before I'm late."

"Ok, mom. I love you."

"I love you too darling." You open the car door and step out. Your mother waved at you and you did the same. She drove off and your smile faded. A voice startled you out of your trance.

"I didn't know a freak moved to this school."

You turned around to see a girl around your height with ginger hair in two braids, wearing a baseball hat backwards.

"I'm sorry?"

She rolled her eyes at you. "You aren't from here."

"Uhmm... Is it obvious?.."

"Duh, I'd recognize a weirdo anywhere."

You rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. She looked you up and down, almost like she was judging you.

"Nice necklace, mind if I borrow it?" Without waiting for an answer, the random girl snatched the necklace off your neck.

"Hey! Give it back please!"

She smirked at you. "Hmm... I don't know if I should."

"Maggie! Give it back!"

You both turned to look at who had interrupted your conversation. Maggie scowled. It was Sasha. Your cheeks turned pink.

"What if I don't?" Maggie protested.

"We both know you have too much to lose. You wouldn't want the principal to find out you're bullying a new student, would you? It would suck not being able to come to any of my sweet house parties."

"But- I"

Sasha shook her head with a smirk.

"Fine! This necklace is lame anyway." Maggie shoved the necklace back into your hands and walked away.

Sasha smiled and walked up to you. "Sorry about her, she thinks she can pick on anyone."

"It's fine, it was my fault anyway."

She seemed slightly bothered by your ability to take the blame for something that wasn't your fault. Sasha noticed you messing with the chain of your necklace, and took the necklace from your hands. You looked at her confused until you felt her putting it around your neck.

"It looks good on you (Y/N)."

You smiled at her. "Thanks."

Sasha turned away to hide her blush. "Since you're new here, why don't you stick with me and my group? Well make sure no one else picks on you."

"Sure, I don't see why not."

"I'll introduce you to them." She grabbed your wrist and you followed her into the school. You reached the gym and you followed her under the bleachers. (I have zero ideas where the trio hangs out lol)

Two other girls were standing under there. Your jaw dropped at the sudden realization. 'Holy-'

"Girls, I'm back. You remember the new friend I was talking about?"

Anne and Marcy looked up at Sasha, as she pulled you out from behind her. "Here she is. Her name is (Y/N). (Y/N), these are my friends, Anne and Marcy."

The two froze as they looked at you.

"(Y/N)?" Anne spoke up.

"Hey.."

Marcy blurted out, "Wait!-You go to this school too?"

You giggled. "Yeah, I just moved here."

"I assume you two have met (Y/N) before?" Sasha asked.

"Mhm. Yesterday." Anne replied and Marcy nodded.

"Okay cool." Sasha shrugged and leaned against you.

The three surrounded you and made conversation. Marcy showed you some of her games, Anne showed you some cheesy, teen crush magazines, and Sasha showed you clothes she thought would look good on you.

'Maybe moving wasn't such a bad idea after all.'

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You stayed and talked under the bleachers with the three until the bell for class rang. You walked to your first class and took a seat, which was dreadfully dull. Sometime later, you stood in the hallway between class changes and felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Sasha for a second time.

"Oh hey, Sasha. Do you need something?"

"Anne and Marcy are coming to my house after school, and we wanted to ask if you want to come over." Her eyes drifted to your lips, then back up to your eyes.

You were surprised at the sudden invitation and blushed. "I would love to!"

"Awesome. I'll see you there, cutie." Sasha then winked at you with a smirk and walked away. You were considerably as red as a tomato.

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After class, you made your way to the library. It was a decent size, despite this public school being a downgrade from your previous one. You went straight to the fantasy section and scanned the books.

'I've already read most of these.'

Maybe the library was smaller than you originally thought. While busying yourself with fantasy books, a section hidden in the corner of the library caught your eye. Out of curiosity, you made your way over there.

A book suddenly fell from the bookcase, spooking you. It had a warm yellow cover, with elegant gold accents. 'Woah. This book looks old.'

You picked it up and dusted it off. A large star was on the front of the cover, it looked like a crystal. It sent a chill down your spine. You picked it up and sat down in one of the beanbags on the other side of the room.

You flipped through the pages, only to find words in an unknown language. Strange symbols and images were on all of the pages. The most noticeable page was in the middle. What made it stand out from every other page was how the page was gold, instead of the regular brown color, and had a huge image of the sun brightly shining down on hundreds of figures, bowing down to the sun's glory. All words on this page were in an unknown language, except for one section.

This section read,

"The glorious sun, shining bright for the entire solar system to witness.

Blinding all with its beauty, but burning those who dare to get too close.

The sun is a star. This star who will deliver us, and protect us from hidden evils unawakened.

The fourth of the three points to the highest level. Mending and healing what is broken.

Oh glorious sun, shining in even the darkest moments. The greatest sorrow will not dim your shine. As your radiance will bring light into the darkness.

But beware. To use this power too great, could put an end to the light. Never fly too close to the sun, unless you're willing to burn."

'Wow. That was...deep.'

You didn't understand the poem but decided it was too interesting to put down. A shifting noise pulled you out of your daydream. A person had sat in the bean bag across from you, so sucked into the book they were reading, they didn't even notice you sitting there. You grinned at who it was.

Marcy was reading a book you had read before. A book full of unexpected twists and turns, and was about halfway through it. 'Just wait until the main character dies.'

Her eyes widened and you giggled. She looked up to see who laughed. "What? Why are you laughing?"

"Oh, I've just read that book before, and the same thing got me too."

She smiled at you. "Please don't spoil it for me though."

"Don't worry, I wouldn't do something like that. I hate it when people do that to me." You smiled at her.

Marcy blushed and turned to the next page. You got up and sat right next to her, and then proceeded to lean on her shoulder. She looked like she was about to explode from embarrassment.

'Cute.'

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It was finally time to go home, and you were super excited to go to Sasha's house. 'I'm so excited to go to someone's house. Maybe we'll play truth or dare, prank little kids on Roblox through adopt me, or maybe even play spin the bottle-.'

You shook those thoughts out of your head as a blush began to rise to your cheeks. Your mom arrived to pick you up. You got in the car and looked at her.

"Hey mom.., I know this is late notice, but I made a friend at school and I want to go to their house."

Her eyes widened as she suddenly hit the brakes. You jolted and let out a small scream.

"You were invited to someone's house?!"

You nodded at her excitement. "Yes, her name is Sasha Waybright."

Your mother grinned and made teasing noises. You blushed and covered your face.

"Oooh, you made a new friend and she's a girl?" She grinned at you.

"We're just friends mom."

"Okay then, whatever you say." She began to drive again and took you home. You needed to pack a few things before you go to Sasha's house.

You grabbed some necessities, a change of clothes, and other things and stuffed them in a small kuromi bag. (I adore kuromi so much, Live Laugh Love Kuromi)

You threw your bag over your shoulder and went downstairs.

"Okay mom, I'm going to Sasha's house now."

She looked up at you from the counter in the kitchen.

"Alright! Have fun dear! Don't stay out too late!"

"Okay mom, love you."

You walked over to Sasha's house following the address she texted you. You knocked on the door, and Sasha opened it.

"Hey cutie, I'm glad you came."

You smiled at her.

"Come on inside, Anne and Marcy aren't here yet, but they will arrive soon."

She opened the door wider to let you in and then closed it behind you.

"Follow me."

You followed her up the stairs into her room. It was fairly big and clean.

"Nice room."

"Thanks, you can set your bag down if you want. I'll be right back, I'm gonna go get something."

You nodded as Sasha walked back downstairs. 'I should change out of my school uniform.'

You walked into the bathroom inside of her room and changed into some lounge shorts that showed off almost your entire thighs, and an oversized crop top that fell off your shoulder slightly and had astrology designs on it. You put your school clothes back in your bag and sat down.

"Ok, I'm back-."

Sasha walked back into the room and almost had a heart attack when she saw what you were wearing. Despite being oversized lounge clothes, they still showed off your features, and Sasha couldn't help but stare.

"Oh hey, Sasha-...Are you ok?"

Her face was red and she looked away respectfully. You stood up to her about to ask what the matter was, and Sasha stood forward, only to trip and fall on you. Luckily, you caught her and your hands were resting on her waist. Your lips were seconds away from touching and you both stumbled back immediately.

"Ah- I'm sorry." She scrambled for words.

"It's fine." You looked away flustered.

You wished you would've kissed.

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#amphibia x reader #amphibia #marcy wu x reader #sasha waybright x reader #anne boonchuy x reader #sashannarcy x reader #sasha waybright #anne boonchuy #marcy wu #calamity trio #x reader

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vinsmokewife · 7 months

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who is this person - chapter two

On a quest to find love on a dating website, Sanji falls head over heels for a woman with an interest in...alternative relationships that sends him down a rabbit hole of completing tasks for a seemingly sadistic mistress. But what happens when she turns out to be more than what she seems?Darkfic with themes of internalised homophobia, bad bdsm practices and lying about your identity to strangers on the internet. Please read with caution. This is NOT how BSDM should be practiced. Always practice Sane, Safe and Consensual practicesboarders on being considered dead dove do not eat material read on ao3 read on ff

authors note: thank you for the positive feedback so far <3 there’s talk of nsfw stuff but the next chapters are where the nsfw stuff tend to happen and it’s going to get worse and worse from there on out lmao.

chapter summery:

Sanji thinks Zoey is ignoring him but instead, she reveals her...interests to him. Zoro lies to Nami again.

LOGGING ON: S POV

Sanji was furiously baking a chocolate cake. It was nearly 12am and he was trying his best not to find Luffy and give him a piece of his mind, but he would much rather this than Zeff finding out that he let Luffy in the kitchen. He would never hear the end of it and father or not, Zeff would probably fire him. He’s seen Zeff do that to unlucky chefs in the past so he would not put it past him to the same to him. Sanji was so angry that he almost forgot that he was supposed to message Zoey back.

Grabbing his phone out of his pocket, he looked at her last message again.

Oh yeah. She asked him what his kinks were.

The reason he hadn’t replied was because he didn’t really know how kinky they were talking. When it came to kinkier stuff, Sanji was a tad inexperienced. His encounters didn’t stray for from the normal stuff but how kinky were they talking?

Not that it was a deal breaker for him...but would it be for her if he had no idea. So, he answered with curiosity.

S: I’ve not given it much thought. My experiences tend to be on the tamer side.

S: I...am rather curious though. I don’t mind exploring different aspects of kink, but I will be upfront with you and tell you that I have no experience.

S: Is that...off-putting?

Sanji replied then remembered he was furious about a cake. He would have to talk to her later because he had something to be getting on with and that was his cake! It took him another hour before he had left the restaurant and finally shut up for the day. When he looked at his phone at the end of it, she hadn’t replied. Which was strange considering that she was the one who instigated the conversation. Now he’s worried that his lack of experience has put her off him. He hoped that wasn’t the case because he was 100% wanting to learn from her.

His apartment wasn’t that far from the restaurant and was ideal for these night shifts if he was being honest. Once he had gotten home, managed to feed himself something before it was time to get settled for bed. He checked his phone one last time.

Zoey is now offline.

Maybe she just got busy. He put his phone to the side of his bed before getting in and getting comfortable for bed. He would catch up with her tomorrow...

“What do you think about that, Sanji?”

Nami’s voice barely made it to Sanji’s ears. He was currently lost in a in a daydream. Zoey had not returned online today, and Sanji was being a really shitty friend. After the annoyance that Luffy had caused him, he was absolutely exhausted from having to stay late baking that cake. Zeff apparently hadn’t noticed; or else he would have had a massive rant sent to his phone. Now, he’s sitting in this café just down the road with Nami and Robin...how fortunate he was to be spending it with two of the most beautiful women in his life.

Yet, he was thinking about his phone.

Speaking of things not being sent to his phone... Zoey had not responded. Hadn’t even been online and he was starting to feel a little bit anxious about it. Sure, he would probably find someone else, but he was curious if he had scared her off by being unexperienced. So, Sanji kept checking his phone. Something that he didn’t do in the company of his female friends. He liked to make sure that they had his full attention.

However, they didn’t. They had been conversing about something and Sanji was still checking that dating app. It still said Zoey is offline. She hadn’t been online since their conversation ended. Maybe she hadn’t seen...maybe something was going on. If only he knew what gym she worked at... maybe he could accidently go to it and...

“Sanji? Is something wrong?” Robin’s voice came through, clear as day to him and broke him out of that pitiful trance. He snapped out of it and looked at Robin and offered her a smile. A flirtatious one as normal but there was something behind it. He was distracted by something, and it was clear as day.

“Ah. It’s nothing...I just didn’t sleep very well...Luffy helped himself to one of the restaurants cakes which meant that I had to stay there,” He offered an explanation, but he seemed a bit more than tired. Nami picked up on that...or seemed too at least.

“Sanji. How’s your online dating going?” Nami asked perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Truth was that Nami wanted to make sure that Zoro had deleted the profile, but she didn’t want to tell Sanji because she promised Zoro that she wouldn’t providing that he removed to profile. Sanji leaned back in his chair and gave her a look.

“It’s...been okay. I started talking to this girl who I was interested in... but she’s not been talking to me recently. Does this happen in dating websites often?”

“Pfft. Yeah. It’s called ghosting,” Nami said, casually, “Ghosting is when you stop talking to someone because you aren’t interested in them anymore. Girls...and guys do it all the time. I wouldn’t worry about it, Sanji. It doesn’t reflect on you as it’s very much the nature of these sorts of things,”

“It’s not always because she’s disinterested though,” Robin interjected. Nami looked to the side. Of course, Robin doesn’t know the full story and is likely trying to offer another insight into the matter. She was always offering alternatives but that’s not what Nami needed right now, “I ghosted Franky first time that we started dating because I wanted to see how he reacted. Not all women want a man who’s going to be distant. Some want the effort,”

“ But in my experience,” Nami wished she could telepathically explain the situation to Robin because she really didnt’ want to encourage Sanji to pursue this any further, “Most of the time ghosting is lack of interest. The good thing is that there are plenty of women out there on the app. You don’t have to dedicate yourself to one woman. Try talking to multiple and getting a taste of what’s out there. You don’t have to settle immediately,”

It seemed like Sanji was taking this in... somewhat. His tired and distracted brain was trying to listen, but he couldn’t stop wondering why Zoey stopped talking to him. Was it his lack of experience? Or was it something else? Maybe she found someone else and that was that. His mind was filled with possibilities of what was going on.

“I...think I understand...” Maybe it wasn’t wise to put all of his eggs into one basket so to speak.

Robin glanced over at Nami with a questioning look which Nami saw. Maybe it seemed as if she was being harsh, but Robin didn’t know the full story which is probably why it seemed as if she was not encouraging him to speak to this lady. Wouldn’t Nami rather encourage this rather than discourage him?

“I’m going to head to the restroom,” Sanji announced before getting up. He was probably going to use this as an excuse to check his phone. Which, Nami guessed correctly, was but this left her sitting with Robin who was feeling a little confused. Of course, as soon as Nami was out of earshot, Robin turned to her.

“You seem a little... against this new relationship?”

Of course. Robin was always upfront.

“You don’t know the full story, Robin,” Nami said rather abruptly which caused the raven haired woman’s mouth to curl into a small yet intrigued smile. Although she did not often get into matters of the heart, if helping find their chef friend some love, and in small turn, make him annoy her less then she would help out.

“Enlighten me then,” she said and Nami shook her head.

“I can’t, but trust me...I know things you don’t,”

Oh. What a mystery. Robin was rather intrigued by what was happening before her eyes, and she wanted to know what Nami did not. But Robin didn’t realise just how awful it would be to encourage this little relationship amd that was what Nami was trying to avoid.

Suddenly, they were both interrupted by Sanji who came back rather quickly. However, instead of sitting down, he reached for his jacket.

“I’ve got to go...” He said, “Zeff needs help at the restaurant. Apparently, his front of house has stormed out and he’s begging me to come in and he never begs me to do anything,” They could tell in Sanji’s voice that he was telling the truth, and they didn’t mind.

“Of course,” Robin said with a smile, “Happy hunting. I hope your friend replies,”

Nami could have swung for Robin. She’s only doing that because she wants in on what is going on, but Nami needed to keep this a secret or else Zoro would probably hate her forever. Sanji gave her a smile before placing cash down.

“As an apology. Coffee is on me,” he said before turning to leave in a hurry.

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Once Sanji arrived, Zeff was being the front of house for the moment which almost had Sanji laughing. No one wanted to come into a restaurant and see this old man with p rosthetic leg be the one greeting you. IT wasn’t the leg though. It was the grumpy old man attitude that Zeff had. He was a real geezer. He wasn’t warm or friendly at all.

Before Sanji could laugh, he was barked at to get a proper suit on. So, all the begging had gone away and now Sanji was working on what was supposed to be his day off. Good thing he’d had a strong coffee with the girls because now he was full of energy to keep going.

Even though he had basically saved Zeff’s life by coming in on his day off, it didn’t mean that Zeff was going to be nice to him today. Less standoffish was more the word but he wasn’t going to be singing Sanji’s praises either. He was still barking orders, insults and arguing with him over the smallest of things. If he didn’t respect and owe Zeff so much, he wouldn’t have come off so harshly.

The night quickly came and even though Sanji had still come in on his day off, Zeff handed him the keys and told him to lock the restaurant up to which Sanji agreed to do. Zeff mumbled a thanks, but Sanji couldn’t tell if it was because he came in on his day off or if it was because he was locking up. However, Sanji knew Zeff well enough to know that him mumbling a thank you meant that he was really grateful.

Luffy wouldn’t have known about Sanji being in tonight so he knew he wouldn’t expect him. In that case, Sanji was expecting to get this over and done with quickly so he could go home and relax for the rest of the evening. He was so busy that he had forgotten about Zoey. However, while he was working on paperwork in the back office, Sanji’s phone vibrated which brought Sanji out of his concentration.

He looked at the screen only to see it was from that dating website. Other women had been talking to him throughout the day which he had been replying to with much enthusiasm but none of them brought the response that this one did.

Zoey.

Sanji quickly opening the message to see what Zoey was saying.

Z: Sorry for the suspense.

Z: I was scared that it was a really weird question to ask someone who you’ve never met. It’s just that I’m only really interested in people who share the same sexual interests in. I’m into some...different stuff than most women on this app and I want to be upfront about that.

Z: I... like to take charge of my sexual relationships. And that sometimes scares people.

Z: Does that bother you?

It took Sanji a moment to understand what she was admitting to him. He didn’t quite understand what she meant by ‘take charge’ if he was honest. Relationships tended to be equal, did they not. Of course, there was the whole thing about tops and bottoms but he did not know how that applied to this kind of relationship to begin with so there was slight confusion on his end but nonetheless he responded regardless.

S: I’m not sure I follow exactly but I am willing to learn as I said.

S: Explain to me what you mean.

He only had to wait a few minutes and she was quick to respond.

Z: I like to play the dominant role in my sexual relationships. I like to be the top as they say. I’m into BDSM.

Z: I find it difficult to have vanilla relationships. I don’t feel much attraction to it, but I have attraction to kinkier relationships where I can be the dominant.

Z: I just want you to know because I don’t want you getting your hopes up about me thinking I’m into the vanilla-y nonsense.

Ah. He understands now. She’d into BDSM and she’s worried that he’s not into that at all. He’s never considered it to be honest. It’s something that he’s probably willing to try out though. He doesn’t know why but he feels drawn to her and would try out anything to get to know her better. Maybe this was the way of meeting her in real life because these things typically tend to happen in person in a dark room did, they not? It only went to show that Sanji knew very little about these kinds of things and yet he was willing to try it.

S: I’m open to trying.

S: I am inexperienced in these manners, but I would try it.

S: Does that mean we may meet in person?

He waited a few moments, returning to paper work. It seems that she takes a while to respond to that one as she only responds to that message more than ten minutes later when Sanji is actually away to finish closing down. He’s getting his bag and his coat on when he feels a buzz from his phone which he looks at almost immediately.

Z: Maybe.

Z: Not right now though.

Z: Can we talk about this tomorrow?

Z: If you want to...try this kind of relationship with me, then we need to talk more seriously about it. You need to think about it more.

Z: It’s a commitment that you can’t just agree to.

Z: Will you sleep on it for me?

She was right. Perhaps he was just being a little bit too rash jumping into agreeing to something like this almost immediately. So, before leaving, Sanji shot back one last final message.

S: Right. Sounds good to me. I’ll talk to you tomorrow about it then <3

LOGGING IN: Z’S POV

This was fucked up on all levels.

Zoro couldn’t believe his own audacity when writing these messages. He sat on the bar stool; bated breath while he reflected on the conversation.

There was so much wrong with what he was doing, and he knew it.

He wasn’t lying about the relationship thing. He found normal relationships difficult with people. He couldn’t have a normal relationship with someone. His sexual interests would not allow that. He liked more...complicated things.

Where Zoro sat right now would certainly be the talk of his friends. There was a hidden bar in their town. It was a bar that just about anyone could go to; it was a special kind of bar for people with particular interests. Particular...kinky interests.

He frequented at a BDSM bar. The downstairs, where he normally was, was just like any other bar. You could sit and enjoy a beer at the bar, dance, play pool...just about anything that you could do at a normal bar. It was the upstairs that was different. That was the play floor.

Zoro typically tended to be downstairs, enjoying a beer. It wasn’t his scene to be overly outrageous. He liked to watch and see what other people would do rather than take part in himself. It is not to say that he totally isn’t interested in participating. He has been upstairs before and has watched and even taken part.

Most of the time, it felt like an excuse to drink. However, Zoro could only wonder if Sanji would ever consider something like this...could he...?

This was so fucked up.

Zoro knew that. However, he couldn’t bring himself to drop the account. When he had told Nami, he had truly meant it. He wasn’t lying to her in the moment, but he was certainly lying to her now.

His feelings about Sanji were complicated by an attraction he had to Sanji. In reality, he did not get on with Sanji and found his personality sometimes to be rather off putting. The way that Sanji throws himself at every woman he sees and the way he almost bashes all of his male friend unapologetically. Although, he was never sure if he could call himself a friend of Sanji’s. Sanji never ever showed any sign that he liked him.

Things were almost always complicated.

His thoughts were cut off when he received a text message. Not on the app but from Nami. Her name simply was ‘Nami’ on his phone.

N: Did you do it?

A chuckle left his throat. Ever the best friend that Nami was.

Z: Do what?

N: You know what you asshole. I’ve had Sanji feeling sorry for himself because he hasn’t heard a response back, so I know you didn’t do it last night. If you haven’t done it already, do it now.

Z: Sorry. Some of us have busy lives. I did it this evening.

N: Good. If I hear Sanji talk about it again, I am TELLING him. I don’t care if we are supposed to be best friends. Sanji is my friend too and doesn’t deserve this cruelty.

Zoro rolled his eyes at that last part before replying.

Z: Fine. You have my word.

Zoro took another swig of his beer before placing his phone back in his pocket. He would have to wait until tomorrow when they spoke again but something about starting this relationship was beginning to excite him...even if he knew it was fucked up. If Sanji didn’t know and they kept it strictly online, then...

God. It was fucked up.

#one piece zosan #zosan fanfic #zoro x sanji #op zosan #zosan #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji

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imagionationstation · 1 year

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Hi!!

So my question is, what’s your favorite thing about the 2012 turtles? How did you get into the series? And if you had to pick a lease favorite version of the series or character, which would you pick? Sorry if this is a lot 😅

Thank you very much! Have a nice day! 😁

Favorite thing about the 2012 bois? You just had to put the most difficult one first, didn’t you? 🤣

I don’t have an absolutely-most-favorite-ever thing, buuuuut, if I had to choose one that stands out the most, it would be how realistic they feel. They act like normal teens, with obsessions and banter and constant bickering and crushes and little quirks and stims. I love how being ninjas are so natural to them (adore when they pull a ninja move and nobody blinks because, yep- that’s definitely things normal people do!) and how it’s portrayed as just another aspect of their lives. Raph loves comics and art, Leo loves Space Heroes and RP games, Donnie loves inventing and experimenting, and Mikey loves pretty much everything. They may be ninjas, but they also feel relatable!

How did I get into the series?

Total bout of honest rn- ya’ll ready?

I’ve known TMNT existed for years, but I never actually watched it until the 2007 show appeared on Netflix. I watched the movie, and was enthralled. Then I watched it again. Then I watched it again. Then I recorded the fight scene between Leo and Raph so I could memorize it- I honestly couldn’t tell you why. I’m interesting 🤣

I WAS IN LOVE AND LEO WAS SO COOL AND PEOPLE I NEEDED MORE-

So I did what any sane person would do. I tore apart the internet trying to find out how to watch every ep of every single turtle-like series and every movie out there!

And then I found 2012 and my obsession with the leader in blue shrank because… ✨Donnie✨. Wholesome green bean. Misunderstood, often in the background, devoted older/little brother.

Least favorite version of a character?

Okay, okay, okay. I already got that covered.

Leon. The 2018 sorry excuse for a Leonardo.

PLEASE DON’T HATE ME IT’S JUST MY OPINION I’LL EXPLAIN I’M SORRY-

Now, don’t confuse my dislike of him as a hater. He has good qualities. I like the episodes where he’s being supportive of his brothers or relentlessly tracking them down because he thinks portal pirates have taken them. His dedication is kinda heartwarming and very Leo-esc.

Unfortunately, how he goes about… Everything. Grates on my nerves.

Series Leo is cocky, arrogant, egotistical, narcissistic, bratty, a liar, a manipulator, doesn’t seem to give two shells about other people’s feelings most of the time, will do anything to put himself in the spotlight at the expense of his brothers, often hurts his brothers in the process of getting what he wants, and can’t take responsibility for a single irresponsable action to save his life.

Movie Leo- now that’s a Leon I can get behind. We need more of him. I’d love more of him. I NEED MORE OF HIM- *cough*

Series Leo has his pros and cons, but when the cons outway the pros… Well, I’m obsessed with turtles, and he strains at my obsession with 2018. Which would make him my least favorite boy.

TIME TO GO INTO MY SAFETY BUNKER BEFORE THIS IS MISINTERPRETED AND I DIE 😅

THANKS SO MUCH YOU FOR THE ASK! BYEEEE~

💚❤️💙💜🧡🤎💚

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chaidrivenwhore · 1 year

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OHHHHKAY Y'ALL

here's my little iwaoi fic thing that's been rotting in my drafts and it's high time i throw it into the depths of the internet abyss so here goes nothing

for context, this story was inspired by this one text convo i had w one of my best friends about confessing to my crush. i didn't go ahead w the idea irl bc it turned out that he was an asshole but this fic was born out of it so yeah.

all mistakes are mine alone.

happy reading!

-d

p.s. (might put it up on ao3 if i'm able to get all the parts out)

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Iwaizumi Hajime would be the first person to admit that he was an absolute goner for old-school romance. Unlike his best friend who is completely content with texting about schedules or dates or scheduled dates (ugh), Hajime knows in his heart that he'd rather give handwritten letters and write poetry (even though he's not very good at it) for the person that he likes.

Luck (or ill-luck, depending on how you see it) has it that the person he likes (likes? loves?) just so happens to be the aforementioned best friend, Oikawa Tooru.

Now, the thing is.

The thing is, if you’d ask Hajime how long he’d been pining after Oikawa, he’d give you a vague answer, mostly because he actually couldn’t tell you for sure. Ever since he met Oikawa as a child, Hajime’s been prone to head and heart aches. Then again, he’s always known that Oikawa is just different for him. Others might have had friends that they’d drop for anything, but for Hajime, Oikawa was the one truth that he’s always tried to protect and support.

There is his simple truth. Iwaizumi Hajime loves Oikawa Tooru.

Lunch was usually a very chaotic affair for the third-years of the volleyball team.

Oikawa would come sauntering in after half of the recess is over because “you can’t make me disappoint my fans who love me and are waiting to catch a glimpse of the great Oikawa-sama~”; Mattsun and Makki have their weird creepy perverted flirting thing that they do that puts off everyone’s appetites on the better days; and Hajime is just trying to eat his damn food like the only sane person around (at this point, he’s plenty sure that he’s the only normal guy in his admittedly small friend group).

Lately, though, Hajime has been plagued by bouts of insanity, or so it seems because he can’t see any other reason why he feels like boiling the captain of the Seijoh basketball team alive. Although, Hajime thought, it might have something to do with how the basketball bastard keeps staring at my Tooru- I just hope I don’t call him Tooru to his face again-

The last time that happened, Hajime had considered leaving Aoba Johsai for Shiratorizawa, never mind how infuriating he found Ushiwaka to be. He loved Tooru, obviously, but even that love didn’t stop him from being annoyed with all the trilling that Oikawa did- “Tooru, huh? My, my, Iwa-chan, how awfully bold!”

In all honesty though? Hajime just knows that if he had to fight the goddamn basketball bastard, namely one Handa Chikao for Oikawa’s hand, ridiculous as it sounds, he would do it with no hesitation.

This sort of vindictive streak was almost non-existent in Hajime, only spiking up when he felt that all of Oikawa’s time was being monopolised by his fangirls and occasional fanboys. He didn’t mind the usual throes of people, god knows he gets how they feel, but when there are just way too many of them circling Oikawa like pests, Hajime can’t help but feel jealous and pissed off (not that he’d ever tell Oikawa about it).

Then happened the Nice Kill Incident™ (as dubbed by Mattsun&Makki).

It was a beautiful afternoon and Oikawa was being accosted by his usual set of fans who were busy offering him cookies and cutesy letters and some daring ones who shyly gave him confession letters. Hajime didn’t pay them any heed; he’s seen this same scene for three years now, he's figured out not to give any shits.

He walked ahead and called out to Oikawa, without turning back, “When you’re done with whatever you’re doing, come and have your lunch- skip it and I'll punch you.”

He pointedly ignored Oikawa’s indignant squawk.

When Hajime was sure that Oikawa had gone back to humouring the crowd, he kept sneaking glances at the other, lips twitching into a smile. He could feel the smile slip off his fwce when he caught sight of the basketball team captain making a beeline towards Oikawa.

The same bastard who had the nerve to insult volleyball as a game, Hajime’s team and Tooru’s superior capabilities all in one breath last month. Call him prejudiced, but Hajime knows that it’s sort of unbelievable that someone could have this huge of a whiplash— shitting on Tooru’s brilliance and then being completely besotted by him in seven goddamn days.

If Hajime was a lesser man, he would’ve given in to his urges and decked that little bitch across his smug face— okay what the fuck Hajime calm down this is not you— but he is, unfortunately, a decent human being and he had to desist. At that moment, he noticed Oikawa’s tired sigh and resolved to do something.

Tooru took one look at Handa Chikao coming his way and sighed tiredly.

Dear God, not today— I neither have the patience of Iwa-chan nor enough sleep and if he insists on being an asshole, I might just serve a volleyball at his face.

“Handa-san, it’s a rare sight seeing you head my way without any insults at the ready.”

The creepy smirk presented that close to his face was tempting Tooru to wring Handa-san’s neck, but alas, Tooru wasn’t willing to damage his reputation as a model student, so there goes that idea.

“Well, Tooru-kun, why would I-”

Yeah, that was it. Five words in and Tooru zoned out, occasionally hearing parts of the other boy’s monologue. Normally, this method works but somehow, Handa-san kept taking small steps closer to Tooru and it bugged him to no end.

For the love of God, someone serve a volleyball at him, he’s making me uncomfortable, hell, I’ll do it mys—

The next thing Tooru saw was Handa-san crouched on the ground holding his head, a stray volleyball to his side and one extremely irritated Iwa-chan who looked like he could pound someone into pulp that very second.

Very hot. Tooru approves.

Tooru covered up a relieved smile as he felt Iwa-chan place an anchoring hand on the small of his back. Iwa-chan’s eyes seemed to ask, are you fine?

Yes, always, when I’m with you.

Handa-san’s voice interrupted their telepathy and Tooru couldn’t swallow the irked tsk that made itself known.

"If you'll excuse me now, Handa-san, I should be heading to class," said Tooru, his eyes flashing barely hidden annoyance, "Come on, Iwa-chan, we're getting late."

As they walked through the hallways, Tooru's eyes caught Hajime's and both of them let out a relieved chuckle.

"You know, I wasn't sure if I wanted to back off or break his face."

"Never mind that now, what's done is done."

"Sooo Iwa-chan- what was it with the volleyball? I know you're a brute but I didn't think it extended to Handa-san as well."

"Quit talking shit, Shittykawa-"

"Were you jealous? Is that what it was about? Huuuuuuh??? Wait- Iwa-chaaan- why are you running away?"

Remember when Hajime said he's in love with Tooru?

Yeah.

It's at times like this he wishes he could forget that fact and fling Oikawa into the sun and hope for the best.

That embarrassing bastard (he was right).

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end of part 1

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #iwaizumi x oikawa #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #anyway i wrote smth #gidfics

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