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simplydnp · 24 days

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idk why this matters to me but in the last few months they've been acknowledging so many things I never ever thought they would. pinof and the touching. the phude multiple times. dapc slime (ok they had merch to sell for that one but still)

no but actually. phil literally said 'i thought we weren't acknowledging it' about the phude and now they just bring it up all the time.

pinof reacts... i still can't believe we're in a post pinof-reacts universe. how did that happen. i was changed permanently--like something shuffled in my dna when i got the notif for pinof reacts 1. this is not a physical reaction but a chemical one that cannot be undone. for something that was so... sacred. and integral. to their existence and history. pinof wasn't generally talked about unless it was pinof time. and even then it was 'it'll be up soon' or 'we just posted it' and then Never talked about outside of that. especially not the first one! we freak out about the We Know You Know in the newsletter but it's Always been like that with pinof 1. so to see them--new (& natural 🥺) hair for them both, in a house they bought and built together, in the first few months of giving the gaming channel a second chance--reflect on how it all began? absolutely devastating. and to lean into moments and discuss them in new ways. in territory previously not breached! the 'they're toUching'?!?!? the '11 hour fuck session'!?!? the '£9000 champagne'?!?!? like hey we're not supposed to talk about that, dan and phil might see!! shhh!! but they're the ones saying it!! absolutely wild.

in a way, it had to happen. especially with where we're at now (them literally selling merch of them holding hands). in order for them to move beyond that... mindset? i guess? that a lot of fans had, they had to defang it. i really see it as one of the biggest walls they've broken down in the way they communicate with us. the 'hey. it's okay. we've seen it. it's not a big deal. we will absolutely make fun of you for it though. but we're good.'

i'm just really curious whose idea it was. (lbr it was probably phil given dans not a react kinda guy. but i'd be lying if i said i didn't want to be in the room where it happened when they talked about actually doing it or not, and what it would mean) (big ad revenue thats for sure 🤣 get it kings)

i will never be able to get phil's 'they touched' out of my head and at this point i wouldn't want to. it's absolutely earned. and i guess it makes me a masochist to enjoy the psychic damage it inflicts on me, but such is life i suppose.

the crafts mention really surprised me! i had contemplated a few different scenarios in how they'd go about it, and i'll be honest i feel like they could've committed to the bit a little more but they're forgiven. like what about glitchy interstitials! cuts to the merch website. found footage inserted between sections! i recognize they don't want to 'scare' their usual audience wirh sudden cuts to intense/graphic content but my immersionnn. absolutely shattered by 'oh we have new merch now btw'. cmon boys you love to lie to us. say theres merch up but you dont know where it came from. just that we should buy it 👀 or idk, something clever. and i recognize i may sound like a spoilt brat bc i just got a 14 minute long masterpiece of an unexpected dapc revival, but my immersion. i mean i already bought the merch before they shilled it anyways so it didn't influence me regardless 🤣

ultimately we really are in a new era. even beyond just the revival. i think they're really finding their stride--not only in their content (evidenced by a semi-regular schedule) but also creatively, in doing what they want to do, how they want to do it, and truly not giving that much of a fuck anymore. and i'm really happy for them. phil talked a bit about this in his 'rating my icons' video, where he's kind of decided he doesn't care what people on twitter think, and how it's been good for him, and i think we're seeing that reflected in not only his content, but also the gaming channel. they play what they want. they say what they want. and it's just fun. dan going on the record to say he's really enjoying it makes me so happy to hear, because literally december 2022 he believed he'd disappear after WAD. and now, instead, he gets to play games and make stupid jokes and smile and laugh multiple times a week, and he's really happy about it. he gets to be silly and goofy and crude without having to Stress about it. i keep saying it but they're so settled now. and as someone who's followed them through big changes and turbulent times, getting to see them happy after everything... it brings a lot of hope. and i know theyre millionaires. but there's something to looking at someone you fell in love with 15 years ago the same then as you do now. but instead of it being something scary, something you have to hide, something that feels like it can consume you and everything you have--it gets to be something beautiful. and regular. and embraced. you've read this far you get to listen to me wax poetic about them.

we've been thoroughly boiled and maybe, just maybe, it's warming our hearts too.

#thank u for sending this. ive been writing non-stop since it arrived in my inbox #there is nothing i love more than someone pointing me in a direction and saying alright go for it!#i am always only a few moments away from a dnp breakdown and im glad to share this journey with you all #dnp #dan and phil #c.text #answered #phan #<- for the fandometrics #edited tags: holyshit this is a 1k words w/ my tags. jfc. what is Wrong with me. it took less than an hour but idk when u sent it exactly

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poppy-metal · 5 months

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Can't help it because my brain always slip into the angst scenarios including toxic!Ballet AU!Jordan. I imagine they are still a supe and can still shift but only do it in private because they fell for the constant pressure of their parents and the mockery of others including the headboard of the academy. The fact that they can only shift when they're alone and not at will has built their frustration over time and it's not helped by reader being the cutest goody two shoe everyone fawns over. I imagine reader accidently walking in on Jordan's female form undressing in their changing room after a performance and when she closes her eyes turning away with a "So sorry!" she hears the girl she thinks is just one of Jordan's many hook ups shout "What the fuck freshie!".

When she turns back around to ask why this girl is calling her a name only Jordan calls her she's yanked inside and pushed against the door with Jordan's arm squeezing her throat.

Reader is paniced and Jordan keeps screaming different insults and threats, promising to make her life a living hell if she ever tells anyone (Jordan stopped shifting before their entry at the academy after promising to never dance as their female form)

Reader pieces it all together and after all the screaming calms down reader just calls Jordan by their name and so they let go of her and take a few steps back. Reader looks Jordan up and down and just says.

"You're look pretty."

Jordan them turns red and throws reader out their room screaming, "Fuck off!" and locks the door behind them before sliding down and trying not to cry because now the person they force themselves to hate just saw them in their most vulnerable state.

me when i love angst.

oooohhh they're extra cold towards you the week after that, thinking the worst, waiting for you to ruin their spot - but you dont. you dont even mention it, and that drives them more insane. to the point where the corner you after practice one day, in their fem!form because the cats out of the bag now anyway, "if you tell anyone about what you saw - you're dead. you see this?" they motion to their body, smaller and more lithe then their male one - "that means you're not safe from getting my fist up your ass is you cross me."

the threat, and you have no doubt they actually would beat you to a pulp, makes you smile a little. they glare. "I'd never do that to you, jordan." you tell them, sincere as can be. you see their eyes soften, marginally. you know they believe you, or want to anyway.

"better not." they huff. then they're back to eyeing you up and down. a slow smirk pulling at their lips. you can't help but think how pretty they look - their dimples show more in this form. everything about them seems softer. and then they say, "so, got an eyefull of my tits that time, didn't you?"

softness gone. you should've known better than to think they'd be sweeter as a woman.

"i - i didn't look!" thats a lie. you'd looked a little.

"liar." jordan steps closer to you, in your space now. you take a step back, flustered. that fact seems to relax them, and you wonder if they were worried that you wouldn't take them as serious in this form, but no, they're still intimidating as fuck. their eyes drop to your chest. "you should know i dont like an uneven playing field. I'm either on top or in first fucking place. you get it?"

"i - no - what - "

"it means," your back hits the wall behind you. "i don't lose."

only jordan would view seeing their tits and them not seeing yours as a kind of battle.

their fingers come up, index skimming the collar of your blouse, running down to the first button - your breath strains, but you dont stop them.

"jordan..." is all you breathe, and their eyes flick up to yours. the first button comes undone, and then the second.

"just making things fair, freshman."

when your blouse falls open they gently tug your bra down, not removing it, jusg enough that the tight buds of your nipples bounce free, stiff already.

you're breathing so heavy they move up and down and jordan just - stares. and stares. eyes dark and impossible to read. soft lips part just a little, and a thumb brushes feather light over one stiff peak. you gasp, "t-this is definitely longer than i looked at you."

they pull their hand away. smirk. "now we're even."

they shoulder their bag and walk away like nothing happened. you have the strangest notion that had nothing to do with getting even.

#ask #toxic!ballet jordan #jordan li x reader

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pocketramblr · 1 year

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Headcanons for OFA stockpiles beauty, tddk version, please.

1- ok so dorms happen earlier in the first semester, after the revelation that Shigaraki carries a picture around of Izuku and the winged nomu targeted him to carry off. But in the meantime while they're being built, UA is like 'maybe we should get this kid a protective detail or someone at least watching him off campus'. Tenya and Shoto are both in the hospital room while that's discussed, and both immediately offer their connections- but with the Iida family focusing on their sons right now, it makes more sense to see if they can take the Todorokis up on it instead. Which means that now, Izuku is alternating between staying with All Might (doesn't want to impose or run more of his time down) or the Todorokis (also doesn't want to impose, but its nice to get to know his friend more!)

2- Enji isn't thrilled about the protective detail, but he figures pretty quickly this kid's got some connection to All Might and would like to figure out what- and uh yeah Shoto's crush on him is as obvious as it is understandable, so he wants to keep an eye on that to make sure he isn't distracted now that he's finally using his fire.

He is very specific about Izuku getting a guest room in a different wing of the house from Shoto.

It doesn't matter much, since they spend a lot of time out with friends after school or together in the living room or dojo anyway.

3- Fuyumi decides to try and help her brother out, asking Izuku a couple questions while he's helping her cook and Shoto's gone to visit Rei one Sunday. She says she's sure he's the heartbreaker of his class, any datemate?

Izuku laughs uncomfortably, says no, but gets why she asked- its a side effect of his quirk, he isn't really as attractive as it seems, no one is actually likes him, just the quirk tricking them too.

Fuyumi gets very quiet and very serious, and says she's sorry. Sometimes, quirks don't seem worth the trouble, and he's in hard spot- but she's sure at some point, someone will see the real him, and like the real him, besides from the glamour. Izuku thanks her, and after dinner Fuyumi pulls Shoto aside to bring up the quirk and if he thinks he's under the effect of it, or if he has a real crush on him.

Shoto stares at her, and says he doesn't have a crush on Izuku, he's just objectively attractive and a brilliant friend.

Fuyumi realizes he's as oblivious as Izuku, and both beyond her help.

4- Shoto realizes that night that Fuyumi was right, but as a youngest sibling is physically incapable of admitting that so soon, and decides to simply act as if it was a slowburn unrelated to anything she said, and that itll probably be easy, since Izuku is so clearly over any attempts to woo him. He doesn't want to be pushy. He doesn't want Izuku to feel like Rei. So instead, he just acts friendly. Gets him All Might merch for his birthday, keeps a poker face when Izuku joins them in the hot spring at camp even if he cant quite control the temperature reaction, and keeps a lookout/causes distractions to make having quiet meetings with All Might easier for him.

5- Ok i dont know how but imagine whatever convoluted scenario needs to happen for Izuku to get shot with a temporary eraser bullet. this is mostly because he deserves to go feral and smart and fight quirkless again, but also because everyone realizes he does look/seem different this way, until the glamour comes back- everyone except Shoto, who didn't notice a difference and says it, which startles some tears out of Izuku only for him to bury that deep, deep down because he's got a while before he's gonna confront the mortifying ordeal of having a crush of his own

#ofa stockpiles beauty: tddk version #gentrychild #pocket talls to people #ask game #ofa stockpiles beauty au

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omoghouls · 2 years

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Felix was not excited for the office party tonight. He liked his employees and colleagues and superiors but hated them being around open bars. There were usually too many antics for his enjoyment when it came to groups of people and unlimited alcohol. He enjoyed an antic or hijink every once in a while but wasn’t in the mood tonight. Olivia made him wear a diaper to the party “your body and alcohol just dont mix!” Is what she said. He figured he’d drown his embarrassment in whiskey or wine but had built up an extreme tolerance. His immortal status caused him to build up tolerance to the point that he could only get tipsy off the amount that would kill a horse. He was cut off after his 10th drink.

He was giving a speech to the party, it was going fairly smoothly until someone came up behind him. Before he could process what was happening, his pants were around his ankles, soiled diaper on display to the whole party.

Oh m7bv8hhvv7civhvh8 omfg 🥺💖😭😭 holy fuck y8yvu88y

Felix has been to fair share of office parties and has seen near every possible scenario one could bear witness to (people making out in jacket room, very deep stories slurred that won't be remembered tomorrow, someone setting a trash bin on fire-) so, nowadays he enjoys when these events go as smooth an quickly as possible

Especially since he's been padded up, something Olli promises literally no one will notice, they'll be far too deep in the bottle to even care for anything past the weird cheese cubes. Because unlike him, they can get drunk, let loose.

There are benefits he supposes, one being that he doesn't have to worry about the long lines for the washrooms and that any chair is significantly more comfortable.

Of course, since Felix has been in the company for so long (longer than the company's actual conception but, Felix won't open that can of worms) some of the superiors want him to give a little speech, end the nights mingling

Which, Felix is very glad to do if that means he can slip out afterwards. Not that he hates mingling, he just has some things to take care of-

He's giving his speech, mostly giving thanks to everyones hard work and dedication to their cause, hopes for the future, whatever will have the folks vaugly listen to. But,,,he notices some are looking past him which, whatever, god knows what intrigues an intoxicated person.

That's Felix's thought pattern until he feels the cold draft on his bare legs and the room going silent as Felix is standing up front,,,slacks around his ankles and a very sodden nappy wrapped around his hips, right on display for all as the very drunk colleague behind Felix staggers off a couple feet before konking out.

Everything is going very slow, Felix can feel his face burning a heat hotter than lava, tears of humiliation pricking his eyes as he's scrambling to pull his slacks back up before everyone clues into what they're witnessed to-

Maybe there is a God because Olli comes to the rescue, able to usher Felix to the side- thankfully everyone sorta just goes back to their conversations and the music.

Felix refuses to look anywhere but the floor.

"May I leave now?"

Olli presses her lips together, genuinely feeling bad for the man, knowing that certainly hadn't been a scenario foreseen.

"Yes, of course," she pauses for a moment as she's pulling on her jacket and grabbing her bag, holding it out a bit, "But, I am changing you before I drop you off, you and I,,,and everyone know that's fit to burst."

Felix mumbles something under his breath before nodding, "Washroom in the waiting room?"

#m #omutsu #diaper mention #aaaAAAAAAAA ILY

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pinkpruneclodwolf · 2 years

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Good afternoon!!!! I have a new idea for a fic that I will crank out once I'm done w the second part of the prologue jhfksjfs also i just have been woken up from my nap and decided to choose violence so CRANKING THE ANGST TO THE MAX WE GOOOOOOO!!!! Okay but like in the world of twst people born w magic are born w cores in their bodies right??? and thats how they're able to manipulate magic AND properly articulate the magic in their body so that they don't die bc of it (its also why pens and magic gems are a thing so that the blot in their body so it doesn't result into them imploding bc of it) what if Yuu essentially bc they dont have a core and therefore their body cant regulate the magic and blot properly gets sick bc of it and gets filled w blot??? and just like a bottle thats full and overflowing w it---it leaks out thru them coughing or even puking blot???? in worst case scenarios even their tears and sweat and blood have been turned to blot (and slowly their whole body and mind would be too).

And the worst part is that its painful---bc blot not only brings out the worst of you and dials it to the max---its literal magic waste and is toxic as hell. Its like being dunked in poison or having needles crawl into your veins. Its not a pretty situation to be in---especially in the long run and with the amount of stressful situations Yuu has found themselves in---Its actually surprising that Yuu just didn't die with the amount of blot that's accumulated in their body.

Imagine in the worst case scenario Yuu is somewhere in ramshackle all alone bc they've driven everyone away from them (bc of fear and shame and self-loathing) and the blot overflowing from their body and cannot move bc of the sheer pain and numbness they feel bc of it. Imagine all the regret, pain, and anguish they feel in the moment and just the want to go apeshit and let it all out but be unable to because you're body isn't built for it so you're just stuck there dying and slowly rotting away until your feeling swallow you whole.

Anyways I might add on this later but for now I hope you have a nice day!!! :heart:

I actually believe historically that blot doesn't just affect Magicians.

There have been multiple theories that say that magic is an accumulative force (accumulating power, accumulating blot) or that it can have its own scientific classification up there with atoms, neutrons, protons, and electrons.

The idea of a magicless person OB isn't that far fetched when you consider those possibilities. For all we know Ortho could've been magicless and OB'ed due to an overexposure of magic (and subsequently blot)

It would then make sense that Yuu would accumulate blot (and subsequent magic, like Bruce getting the Hulk from gamma rays) bc they've essentially spent the whole year encountering magic with no outlet.

It was an oversight basically.

Yuu has been exposed to more magic than any magicless person, i say this bc 1: NRC is a magical school full of kids willing to blast magic at you with zero provocation (the Prologue, the Egg incident, etc) 2: There are rules and regulations for using magic in public, OB might not be common (Crowley said that OB are only once in a lifetime) laws and regulations would make sure it never happens bc phantoms do live on when the magician dies.

There are seemingly no rules in NRC aside from 'don't fight' but that doesn't include using magic—

What I'm saying is Yuu has been in countless situations where a magical murder mental breakdown was needed but hasn't happened yet i wouldn't be surprised if instead of Grim eating/absorbing Yuu, Yuu does an uno reverse card and absorbs Grim due to having accumulated more blot.

I think of Magicless people getting the symptoms of OB the same way as rabies—you think your fine (rabies can stay in the body for a couple days up to a whole ass year *looks at Yuu*) but in your last moments your rabid, in pain, feverish, and in that delirium Yuu would possibly push their friends away.

The core of a magician could be the heart, meaning that in place of blood, its blot. It would make sense that Yuu's body would slowly breakdown considering that blot is the toxic waste of magic one would need to be in the hospital for years trying to help the body relearn pumping blood even if it was just for a day.

Basically, Yuu either has to major plot armour or their body has adjusted to blot which opens a whole new can of worms.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst theory #@hiraya manwari #scream into the void and i'll answer #i realize this is probably all over the place #i actually had a rapid fire theory about this

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Okay so here's a fun idea for a songfic! Can I have a songfic with Kid with a ex-gf who's in a punk band (she was originally part of the crew but left it after a rough ending of their relationship), the crew hears about a concert on the island they're stopping at. Kid wants to go just to kind of laugh but when they go, he's kind of in shock at their progression.

She spots them in the crowd, focusing on Kid before whipping out either Black Sheep by Metric or Everything Back But You by Avril Lavgne. I know not true punky songs but they fit well enough lol

Maybe end it where they kind of make up?

Omg yess I love sad love ;-;

But You

A Eustass Kid Scenario

•~•~•~•~

Kid’s days had melted together, and eventually so did his weeks and so did the momths. It was all just a blur of violence, looting, drinking, and a painful grip on his heart. He thought about that day everynight, he would drink to forget but when he lay in bed piss drunk the only thing he could think about was the sight of you in another man’s arms and the look of horror on your face as he was shot in the head by an “unknown” attacker.

Flashback

You sat in an old rundown inn, your mind clouded with the alcohol you had tried to drown yourself in. The post card hanging from your hand by the tips of your cold fingers.

You should leave, I’ve had my fun but it’s time to be serious

I want you to be her

I’ll be in my workshop late tonight

I expect you to be gone by the time I’m back

The mangled postcard smelled of cheap perfume, but you were too focused on the words to put much thought to that. He must’ve been with her when he wrote it, her perfume wearing off on the paper. You had caught her clinging on to him, and in a fit of rage and jealousy you had ran to another man and betrayed the trust you had built with Kid.

You had blacked out after a few rounds of hard liquor and a gunshot through the head of the man in front of you splattering blood across your face. When you awoke you were laying in the bed of a dirty inn, and the Victoria Punk was gone, the only thing left was a postcard signed with the captain’s name.

End of flashback

You were sitting in the kitchen of your ship, eating with your band/crew, conversing over the show you were playing tomorrow night followed by a break for a few days. You’re punk music career had been keeping you busy for the past two months, and you were trying enjoying yourself when you played with them.

Still, late at night when the alcohol wore off, it brought you to a state of mind with terrified you, bringing back every single memory of your previous voyages with your ex captain. You would allow yourself to wallow in self pity until the next day, when you would return to your punk and fiery personality that was so well known across the seas.

Kid rested his chin in the palm of his hand as he stared at the poster Killer had handed him, portraying a picture of the punk band that held a reputation despite not being a big pirate or anything similar. He stared at the bright smile that haunted his dreams, his nightmares, and his every waking thought. The smile he loved but despised more than anything.

There was nothing he desired more than to have you back. Killer had explained what was likely going through your mind at the sight of the whore clinging to him. She was simply a lowlife wannabe pirate princess who held no importance in his life whatsoever. He had killed her for ruining his love, but it was too late to mend what he had done for you had already fled the island, ripping part of him away with you. So with one more swig of beer, he set course for your show.

Arriving at the start of your second song, the Kid pirates walked into the cheering crowd that surrounded your stage. Kid’s breath caught in his throat as he stared longingly at the angel he had lost months ago, the way your leather clothes hugged your curves and your hair swaying lit up by the lights, intoxicated him beyond rational thoughts. He stared frozen in place.

As the crowd roared with cheers, you grinned at the wave of fans that made everyday happier. But all color drained from your face as your eyes met the red head’s. Even from far away shrouded in darkness you recognized his fur coat and bright red hair that you had come to loathe. Your heart’s beat drowned out the cheers of the crowd as your head swam with emotions that you had shoved down and drowned in whiskey for the past two months. With your brain clouded over and a surge of impulsiveness, you turned and instructed your band to play your song. The crowd quieted down and your band struck up the tune, you kept your eyes glued to Kid’s which had never once left yours.

Two months away from you but I couldn’t tell,

I thought that everything was gonna be fine

The postcard that you wrote

With that stupid little note

Something wasn’t quite right about it

It smelled like cheap perfume

And it didn’t smell like you

Kid knew exactly what you were singing about, and it broke his heart to relive it from your point of view. He felt a sting in his eyes but was too wrapped up in your voice to do anything about it.

There is no way you can get around it

Because you wrote “I wish you were her”

But you left out the “e”

You left without me

And now you’re somewhere out there with a

Hey, Hey

Physco, babe I hate you

Why are guys so lame

Everything I gave you

I want everything back but you

Under the lights, you could’ve sworn you saw a glittering tear slide down Kid’s cheek and fall onto the fur of his coat.

My friends tried to tell me all along

That you weren’t the right one for me

As the music faded out and was replaced by cheers and hollers, you broke eye contact and swiftly walked off the stage- you had to get out of here. The crew quickly packed up the intrsuments and supplies, and you were the last to head down towards the docks. While walking on the path down to the docks, clitching your coat around you, footsteps appeared behind you. You already knew who it was, and you picked up your pace. As the footsteps picked up pace too you started running down the path.

“Y/N!!” You tried to tune out his desperate pleas, but a hand reached out and firmly wrapped around your wrist holding you back.

“Turn around Y/N. Why are you running from me?” Kid’s voice was quiet ending the question. He sounded like a lost child, not the captain of one of the most feared pirate crews.

Slowly your straighten up and turn around facing your ex lover. He has tears brimming your eyes, something you never thought you’d see. It makes your own eyes tear up as you stand in silence just taking in the sight of each other. He looks like a mess to be honest, you can make out the dark eye bags and the small stubble on his chin. You have to say a small part of you likes seeing himself ins such bad shape over little old you.

“What do you want Kid, I have a boat to catch” you talk to him coldly, feeling slight guilt as he had been talking so softly to you.

“I just want you back angel”

“You left me, why do you want me back? What about your other whore” you see Kid wince at your harsh words and unwavering icy stare.

“She was some lowsy wannabe, I was trying to get her off, I would never jeopardize what we have”

“Had, what we had”

“It’s not gone Y/N, is it?” It wasn’t, as much as you hated Kid for leaving you alone, you couldn’t deny that your love for him still burned in your chest. Tears now streamed down your face as you hardened your glare.

“It’s gone Kid. Everything is gone”

“You know I didn’t do anything with that girl, so what did I do” It’s true that you know he didn’t do anything with the girl, because you had heard of her gruesome death by Kid’s hand, abs the fact that Kid had rented an Inn room and layed you in the bed meant he still cared for you when he left you. But that’s what he did, he left you all alone.

“You left me... YOU LEFT ME ALONE!” Your sadness turned to anger as you thought of all the things you had done for him only to be cast aside and left so easily. You stepped closer to him still scolding him-

“AFTER EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN GHROUGH YOU THREW ME ASIDE SO EASILY! AND IT HURT KID, YOU HURT ME!” You stood directly in front of Kid now, you landed a hit against his broad chest. As your sobs became stronger so did your hits.

“I HATE YOU EUSTASS KID” You cried out at you landed your final punch and felt your legs begin to give. Before you could fall, Kid grabbed your shoulders tightly,

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I love you more than anything and I’ll do anything to get you back. You think leaving you didn’t hurt me? It hurt coming back to get you and finding out you already left!” Kid raised his voice as his anger came bubbling to the surface.

“I’m not supposed to feel like this Y/N this is weakness and pirates aren’t supposed to have that! Dont you get it?! YOU’RE MY WEAKNESS AND I WANT YOU BACK!” You tried to squirm away but Kid pulled you harshly into his chest and held you there.

“Please come back, let’s forget this ever happened. I’m not leaving you ever again angel” Kid whispered into your hair. He sounded genuine, and you could feel your hard self control wearing thin. You inhaled the familiar scent of Kid, and with your sigh you caved and grabbed onto his coat pulling him closer to you. You felt him let out a shaky sigh and he pulled you closer and softened his embrace. That night he held you closer and tighter than he ever had, he showed his full vulnerability to you and he was scared that you would use it against him. But he realized he didn’t have to be afraid of that because he would never give you a reason to leave him ever again, because the only thing he can hold onto, is you.

#one piece #one piece headcanon #eustass kid imagine #one piece imagine #kid x reader #one piece scenario #eustass kid headcanons #one piece kid #kid imagine #kid headcanons #eustass kid #eustass kid x reader

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