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hyuuukais · 1 year ago

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can i request reader x chan? reader is overwhelmed but keeps it in because that’s what they see chan doing a lot of the time. but eventually it builds to a breaking point where the stress causes them to completely shut down. chan doesn’t know exactly what’s wrong so it might be cute if he just sits on the floor in front of reader and plays clips from a song he’s working on and asks for their opinion (by basically talking out loud to himself) and then after reader calms down they are able to verbalize they just need a human weighted blanket and to be told they are doing amazing and their efforts are not going unnoticed.

im fine. 🥲

just hold me, tell me you love me

pairing : chan x reader

notes : me vs the long title. anyway thank uuu for being my first request! i hope this lives up to ur expectations and can provide u some comfort 🫶 sending u hugs and love 🫂💙 sorry it's taken a bit long to get back to! kind of was getting this feeling myself and have been unable to write, but i think i'm getting back

warnings : reader is overwhelmed, mentions of anxiety, fear of opening up to someone, reader is called pet names (love, baby), reader breaks down

wc : 1.4k

All week there's been a growing pressure in your chest threatening to spill all over the floor and leave you a mess, lying on the ground with nothing else to give. Give, you've given all you can, and now that you're home, you can't do it anymore. You seek peace in the quiet of your shared bedroom, your boyfriend still at work in his studio.

Your boyfriend, who works hard day and night. Your boyfriend, who's loving and caring and sweet. Your boyfriend, who you're scared to open up to when things get really hard, because he doesn't share with you either. Although the relationship isn't fresh, going on a year and a half, there are still things you don't talk about. You don't want to burden him with your struggles when you've always been able to power through by yourself.

Fisting the sheets under you, you can feel the need to cry in your body, the hollow feeling in your chest and the tightness in your throat, but nothing comes. It's like your body knows you're too tired for even that simple of an action, for even one tear to slip. So instead, you sit the the blanket over you, face peeking out to stare at the wall with tired eyes. You can't sleep. If you close your eyes, you know you won't drift off and wake up feeling better, you'll just lie there for hours.

"Baby?"

Something spikes in you when you hear Chans voice ring out through the apartment, curling into yourself more. He shouldn't be home this early and yet, here he is, calling your name and wondering where you are; you're never in bed this early. Chan continues to call out for you until you hear the bedroom door opening quietly.

"Love?" Chans footsteps get closer, and you can feel the edge of the bed dip with his weight as he sits down. "My love..."

His hand brushes over your shoulder, but you can't face him. When you bring the blanket over your head more, he seems to get the hint, shifting to lean against the headboard next to the statue that is your body, unmoving and heavy. You can feel him fiddling beside you, and soon, a soft melody fills your ears. It's enough to distract you temporarily from the raging storm in your head, focusing on the beats, and when Chans voice comes through, it's like you can feel a sense of comfort washing over you. Although it's not enough to completely take these feelings away, you're grateful for what he's doing.

"This song has been giving me trouble," Chan comments over the music, sighing heavily. "I can't figure out if I like the chorus or not, and it feels like it's missing something in general, but I don't know what. What do you think, baby?"

Unable to answer verbally, but still wanting him to know you're listening, you roll around so you're facing him. He chuckles as you bury your face under his thigh when you see he's sitting cross-legged, the pressure on your face oddly comforting. Chan places a hand on your back, his arm resting behind your head as he rubs small circles over your thick layer of blanket. Another song starts playing after a while, another soft one, too. You relax under his touch, feeling the vibrations through his body as he hums along to this one and makes occasional comments about changes he'd like to make.

Exhaustion hits you like a ton of bricks, your eyes fluttering shut as he keep playing different songs and telling you all about them. Both of you are aware that he shouldn't be playing so much unreleased music, but all Chan cares about in this moment is you, helping you, calming you, loving you. The company will never know anyway.

"Chan," You whisper, voice barely audible. His humming stops and he pauses the music, looking down at your limp form with furrowed brows. Moving your head slightly, you're able to look up at him on an angle, the cool air of the bedroom breaching your blanket cocoon.

"What is it, baby?" Chan moves some hair from your face, leaving this palm to rest on your cheek.

"Can you just-" You clear your throat, one hand coming up to play with the hem of his shorts at his knee to calm you more. "Just hold me, tell me you love me?"

Without words, he shifts down to your level and nods. Carefully, Chan guides you to face away from him and brings you close to his body, your back pressed tightly against his chest. His chin rests on your shoulder, now enveloped inside your blanket as he holds onto you tightly, scared that if he let's go, you'll fade away. The thought of you being in so much pain, whether physical or emotional, is something he can't bear; he can't sit on the sidelines and watch you wither away. Neither of you speak as you lie there for what feels like hours, although it must only be a few minutes. The feeling of Chan's breath on your neck is oddly comforting, your own hands finding his arm around your waist and holding onto him.

Something about the way Chan is holding you, comforting you without the pressure of being asked what's wrong, has you finally breaking down. It starts small, holding back a few tears, but a few escaping despite your efforts. Then Chan shifts closer, pressing soft lips on the skin behind your ear.

"I love you, you know that? So, so much," He whispers, inhaling the scent of your shampoo as he buries his face into your hair. "You're doing amazing, baby, and I mean that. I thought... I thought something might have been wrong, but I didn't know how to go about this. I'm sorry it got to this point, I should have asked. I want you to know you can always turn to me, okay?"

His words have the dam breaking and soon enough, the sobs ripping from your chest have you gasping and hiccupping like there's no tomorrow. You don't register the way Chan tries to soothe you as he pulls you around and into his chest. Subconsciously, you wrap your arms around his shoulders and roll his body onto yours, his head sitting in the crook of your neck. The weight feels nice, grounding, and you can finally hear Chan speaking again.

"Shhh, it's okay, you're okay." Chan whispers into the skin of your neck, one of his hands smoothing back your hair. "You're okay, I'm here, now breathe, alright? Breathe, baby."

He inhales deeply, and you do your best to mimic his movements. It's shaky, but you're doing it.

"Good job, you're doing great," Chan keeps his voice low as he speaks. "Keep breathing."

It gets to the point where you don't need to think about breathing anymore, your head throbbing slightly from the sudden outburst of emotion. Chan's body stays on yours, but he props himself up enough to look at you, his palm on your cheek and his thumb wiping away any remaining tears. You can barely look him in the eye.

All he does is stare at you with those pretty, dark eyes, but you realize there's a dampness under them matching yours. You open your mouth to question it, but he shakes his head, a soft smile on his face.

"I don't want you to be in pain alone ever again." His thumb continues to caress your cheek, even though the tears have dried. "I love you too much to let you go through that. Whatever's going on, tell me when you're ready, yeah? For now, just let me gush about my beautiful partner until they're feeling better."

You can't help the small laugh that escapes you as Chan surges up to pepper your face in kisses, saying praises in between each one. With every kiss, you can feel your face heating up until you try and cover it, but he just grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away. Eventually, he slows down, pressing one last kiss directly on your lips, and settles back onto you.

"Let's stay like this for a while," Chan suggests, knowing you need it, but so does he. "My favourite place is in your arms."

─── taglist : @chaeryred @toplinelix @channie-143 @staysinbloom

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one-sunny · 2 months ago

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Wrong Time | The Key

04: When you move to a new town, you don’t expect to run into your high school sweetheart. Old feelings begin to arise and you are suddenly faced with the complexity of relationships, communication, and the struggle for true connection.

Warning: 18+ only. contains sexual themes and content, toxic relationships, destructive behaviors, complex feelings, jealousy, anxiety, slow burn, angst, Reader x Kid content

The coming weeks bring about an unexpected peace as you begin to blend into your new life, your new friends. Suffocating loneliness begins to drain away and you almost believe yourself able to shove the memory of Sanji back into its own box. All that was left was finding a lock for said box to keep those memories deep inside.

Paint smudges litter blotches of color on your skin and apron. Your eyes were growing tired as you stare at the warm paint tones placed on the canvas before you. It wasn’t perfect, but it was getting there.

Taking a step back, you press your palms against your stinging eyes and decide that it was time for your second coffee of the day. You tug off your apron with a yawn, despite the rather early hour, and head off towards the kitchen.

The atmosphere is calm in the studio today. Mornings were always a rather productive time and you have found that most lock themselves away in an effort to focus on their task until around lunch time. There were still a few hours until then, so you were happy for the peaceful coffee you were about to indulge in.

That is, until you notice a figure leaning back against the counter. Spiked red hair is smushed as Kid lulls his head back against the upper cabinets, eyes closed, and the whirring sound of the coffee machine beginning to fill the silence. You approach casually, uncaring of disturbing his relaxed state. Nami may have a problem with Eustass Kid but you find him quite amusing. You didn’t speak often, too busy in your own works, but he has thrown many teasing remarks your way after his spats with Nami.

As you open a cabinet across from him, his eyes snap open. “Oh,” He mumbles. “You.” A hum in response as you go about preparing one of the other coffee machines, popping in the single cup pod and clicking the button. You can feel the eyes tracking your every movement as you go. Kid then hums in thought, “You’re not as loud as the other one.”

“That supposed to be a compliment?” You raise a brow at him and he laughs, a light and clipped sound.

“That you’re not like Nami? Absolutely.” He smirks at you. Then he is turning to gather his mug of coffee, large hand wrapping around it to warm his fingers. “Saw your work while I was passing by earlier,” He comments. “Not bad.”

A laugh slips past your lips before you can stop it. “Wow, someone has really got to teach you how to give a compliment.”

He dramatically rolls his eyes as he takes a sip of the black coffee. “I know how to compliment people that deserve it.”

“So I only deserve an almost compliment?”

Kid leans in a little bit closer, dark eyes meeting yours with an intensity. “Gotta do a little more to impress me, sweetheart.”

“And who said I was trying to impress you.” You challenge and something shifts in his gaze. Something that Nami certainly wouldn’t approve of, as you hold his eye for a lingering moment.

“Don’t worry, i’m sure that will change soon.”

You raise your brows at him, “Man, that ego is huge, huh?”

“That’s not the only thing that’s huge.” Kid smirks and you sputter out a laugh in surprise. You don’t even get a chance to chastise him before a metal prosthetic hand places to his chest in mock offense, “I meant my big personality.” His smile is more than teasing. “But I like where your heads at.”

“Oh, Im sure you do.” You roll your eyes.

Kid laughs once again, stepping away as if he is going to leave, before turning back to you, “Come by my studio later if you want to actually see something impressive.” A mischievous grin widens, “I mean my work, by the way, if your mind is still in the gutter.” He pauses to cast a slow glance down your paint splotched figure. “Though, I wouldn’t mind that.”

And then he is off to leave you questioning exactly what just happened.

“And what exactly were you doing with Eustass Kid?” Nami’s voice causes you to jump out of your daze. Her arms are crossed and her cheeks slightly flushed in anger, a clear sign that you missed what ever interaction happened in passing Kid.

“Talking.” You simply shrug.

“Just talking?” Her eyes narrow. “Because he looked like he was getting awfully close to you and you didn’t immediately slap him.”

“Might have been flirting but I honestly can’t be sure.” You laugh.

Nami watches you for a brief moment, waiting for a sign that you were joking or a sign of disgust, if not. But you almost seemed… into it? “Ugh, you have the worst taste.” She decisively clicks her tongue at you. You scowl at her, but she’s already going on her rant. “He’s so rude I can’t believe you even got a word in with him. What did you even talk about with that guy?”

“Well, Nami, this may shock you.” You smile at her teasingly. “But he’s an artist too.”

She scoffs, “But he’s so rude. And brash. And hot headed, it’s insane actually. He’s lucky he’s a decent artist or he probably would have been kicked out of the studio already or something.”

“Why? What did he do to be kicked out?”

“Well, nothing specific.” Her head tips to the side as she admits, before frowning. “He just sucks.” She rolls her eyes. “You shouldn’t get involved with him, I can’t imagine he treats women very nicely.”

“And who said I want to be treated nice all the time?” The mischievous grin that pulls to your face in turn makes hers twist.

She groans, “Gross, that’s actually gross.” You simply shrug at her reaction and Nami scoffs. “By the way, you’re coming out with Ussop and I for dinner.”

“Am I? This is news to me?”

“You are!” Nami grins at you. “Ussop was telling our other friends about you and Luffy- we told you about Luffy right?” You nod in response and she goes back to her rambling. “Well he wanted to meet you, so he told us to invite you out and we’ll all grab dinner. It’s not gonna be anything fancy, by the way, just some burgers or something.”

“Nami-“

She stops you in your scolding. “You’re new here, remember? You have to meet more people than Ussop and I.” She crosses her arms over her chest and you know that there is no way to turn her down. “Plus, you think Ussop and I are cool right?”

“Debatable.”

“That means our friends are cool people too.” She rolls her eyes to effectively ignore you.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes absolutely.”

There is no choice but to relent. With your unexpected dinner plans, you bid Nami a farewell to return back to your work. Your little studio smells of fresh air and the slightest tinge of oil. It’s familiar. Comfortable.

Tying your apron back on, you set back to get lost in the process of painting.

Bit by bit, the piece begins to come to life before your very eyes. Grey smudges of paint create the illusion of smoke. It plays into your senses, much to your glee and possible delusions, and you can almost smell the smoke mixing in the air. But that quickly makes you sick as you realize that the smoke is tinged with mint and spices.

Suddenly you are struck with a new motivation to find a key that effectively locks away the thoughts of him.

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You were running late.

The city was far more confusing than you would like to admit and your phone’s navigation system seemed to be just as mixed up as you were. By the time you make it to the diner, you notice Nami and Ussop already sitting within a large group at one of the booths.

Ussop pops up with a bright grin, waving you over, and shoving you into the booth beside Nami. That’s when six pairs of eyes all fall onto you. You shift in the vinyl seat and offer the group a smile. Silence falls over the group for a beat too long and you can feel your pulse spike with the nerves of it all.

Until one of them suddenly speaks up.

“These guys suck at introductions, i’m Luffy.” The man offers you a bright grin, his sunny disposition slowly overtaking any of the awkward. “That’s Zoro, Franky, and Robin.” He points to each person in turn. Zoro nods at you in greeting, Franky grinning bright, and Robin smiling politely.

You announce your name with a smile, your shoulders easing from their tension.

“There’s usually one more of us but he’s busy with his girlfriend tonight.” Ussop rolls his eyes.

“Probably still in the dog house.” Zoro snorts. “I almost feel bad for the guy.” He earns many looks that exude skepticism.

“Really?” Nami narrows her eyes.

“Hey, I said almost.”

You quickly learn that the crew is quite the rowdy bunch, each with their own level of high energy that attempts to top everyone else. Even the unassuming Zoro and Robin had their own moments. Conversation begins to flow easily and the laughter freely.

To an outsider, it was as if you had been apart of the group for years. Luffy seemed to be a bit oblivious at times, but he never allowed even a moment of you being left out, quickly filling you in on any minor detail of information.

“Do you work out?” Luffy points a finger at you.

“Oh, uh not really-“

“You should try boxing some time! My brother teaches the classes, he’s always looking for new people to join.” Luffy rambles on before you can even finish your thought. Weirdly enough, it pulls a smile to your face at the man’s bright demeanor. “He’s trying to build the women’s division since there aren’t too many right now.” He continues, throwing a glare towards Nami and Robin. “Because some people keep turning it down.”

“Luffy, not everyone is interested in punching and sweating all over people.” Nami rolls her eyes.

“Well you should be! It’s fun, right Zoro?” Luffy grins as the man grunts in what you can only assume is agreement.

The topics continue to jump around from there as everyone finishes up their food. Eventually the sun has dipped low in the sky and everyone prepares to leave the diner. As everyone slides around the booth, Luffy throws his arm around your shoulders.

“I like you, you gotta come around more, ‘kay?” He has a bright grin on his face and you can already tell that the man would not take no for an answer. So you copy his smile and speak your agreement. “Awesome! Zoro, let’s go! I’m ready to work this meat off!” Luffy is then jogging off towards the green haired man.

Nami and Ussop join your sides with satisfied smiles. “Told you they were cool people.” Nami bumps your shoulder with a knowing smile.

“Ah, they’re alright.” You tease, waving the pair off. “And who knows, maybe your other friend will hate me and want me kicked out of the group-“

“Definitely not.” Ussop laughs. “He’s too much of a gentleman to kick a lady out.” His tone is mocking and pulls a laugh from Nami in turn.

“We’ll see.” You grin. “I’m heading back to the studio though for a late session, catch you two later.” Ussop and Nami bid their farewells before they are off in the opposite direction.

You feel lighter as you walk off towards the studio with a grin pulling to your face. Not only were you settling in now, you were almost thriving. Perhaps you have found your place after all?

Though, there was only one detail that was still tripping you up…

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Footsteps echo on the tiled floor and you believe the building to be entirely empty from the stillness of it. You move down the hallway, stopping the short distance at your studio, and digging around in your bag for the key. As you search, you notice a distant screech of metal on metal. This is followed by a string of loud cursing and you can’t hold back your laugh as you recognize the gruff voice. Rocking on your heels for a moment, you debate wandering down the hallway.

That’s when a loud clattering fills the air and your curiosity peaks.

You shove your things back into the bag and approach Studio 07 as if the room alone was a wild animal. The door is already wide open and Kid stands in the middle of the room, back turned to you, metal scattered around his feet. His hands are on his hips and head dropped. You have an easy out, the man oblivious to your presence, but you feel something drawing you in.

“Rough day?”

Kid actually jumps at the sound of your voice. “Way to give a guy a heart attack.” He grunts, sparing you only a glance, before leaning over to begin picking up what had clattered to the floor. You linger in the doorway as he tosses the metal onto his work bench. “You come here to stand and watch, or are you actually taking me up on my little offer?”

“Came to see what all the racket was.”

“Hey,” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “Even the greats fail sometimes.” His joke is clouded by the aggravation coming off him in waves.

You can’t stop yourself from walking further into his studio, looking around at the various metal sculptures and half built pieces. “What are you working on?”

He raises an eyebrow at the question, as if surprised at the interest you were showing him. With a sigh he finally jerks his head in a sign to call you over. “This old dude that i’ve done work for,” He grumbles. “Wanted these metal flowers for his wife’s garden, way different from the crap I usually do but he pays big, but it’s just really pissing me off.”

You reach past him to grab one of the flowers that was almost fully formed with twisted metal petals. Twirling the stem between your fingers, you glance up at Kid in confusion, “They look really good, actually, I don’t see the problem.” He makes a ‘tch’ sound in response.

“The stupid little seed things that poke out from the middle of the flower.” He thrust a finger towards the middle of the metal lily to indicate that those were missing. “They’re giving me a headache.” Kid grumbles as he plucks the flower from your hand and tosses it onto the table. “Can’t get the metal thin enough to look good but strong enough to hold the tips.”

You hum in thought, casting a look around the studio. “Have you tried wire?”

Kid is quiet for a long moment. “Wire?”

“Yeah, wire.” You nod in confirmation. Despite knowing that it was a good idea, the glare you were receiving made you question that.

Kid finally grunts in response, crossing the room. “That might work.” He mutters under his breath as he digs around in plastic containers. With a spool of thick metal wire, he silently returns to his bench, collecting a pair of pliers and beginning to flex the metal. You watch in interest as he easily manipulates it as he sees fit. “Hand me those.” His points past you to the wire cutters.

“Say please.”

Kid stalls for a moment to lock eyes with you. His gaze is intense and a complete contrast to the teasing glint in your own. “Hand them over.” He speaks to you in a stern voice that likely gets him his way most of the time. But part of you wanted to see how far you could push.

“Come on, you first.” Your grin widens at the man. “It won’t kill you.”

“Stop being a brat.” His teeth grit.

You shrug, “Stop being a baby.”

“You’re-“ He cuts himself off with a sharp exhale. “Give them to me,” His eyes roll dramatically as you stare back at him. “Please.” He grits the word out as if it is physically painful to him.

“See,” You coo at him as you grab the tool. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” As you hold out the tool for him, his fingers brush against yours and his gaze darkens as he grabs it.

“Shut up.” He grumbles under his breath as he turns back to his work bench. He does a few finishing touches to the wire and once he is sure that the shape could be replicated, he snips the piece with the wire cutters. Then he is shaking his head, “Don’t know why I didn’t think of that. Been working too long, I think.”

“Thanks, I do have good ideas sometimes.”

“Really?” A teasing smirk pulls to his lips. “You didn’t strike me as someone with those.”

“Artistically, I absolutely am.”

Dark eyes lock on yours and you’re suddenly aware of how close you were standing to him. Prosthetic arm rests against the table as he leans a little bit closer. “And personally?”

You swallow hard at the look in his eye. At the proximity. At the way heat floods your body. At the way you find yourself reacting to someone like Kid. He was gruff and obnoxious and not the type that you typically involve yourself with. But that drew you in even more. You were looking to forget someone who was soft and caring, and you may have found the very key to this.

“Well, I’m here, aren’t I?” You offer a teasing smile and Kid sucks in a breath. There’s a shift in the air, something that you’re both aware of, but neither of you speak on it. Kid lingers close to your side as if giving you ample time to bow out. You shift a little bit closer as you look at him through your lashes.

With a bold move, Kid moves even closer to you with observant eyes, placed on either side of the work bench. He now stands right before you, bodies touching as he cages you between himself and the table. “So you did come to see something impressive?”

You roll your eyes in a taunting manor, “You talk a big game, but can you really back it up?”

He laughs a dark laugh, leaning close enough for the tips of your noses to touch. “You sure about this?” His voice is low and his eyes are blown dark. “I won’t go easy on ya.”

“And who said I want you to.”

So your lips clash together harshly, and you almost laugh at the revelation that the dark gloss he wore was pomegranate flavored. One hand grips at your hip while the other moves to sweep a clear space on the bench. Once this is done, Kid easily pops you up on top of the table, standing between your legs.

Hands wander and teeth clash as Kid leans over you, hips grinding into yours. Just as his hand pushes up the hem of your shirt, you pull away. “Planning on closing the door?” You’re breathless as you ask the question.

“Planning on being a brat?” He nips at your bottom lip.

You roll your eyes, “Maybe I am.”

“Then maybe I should leave it open.” There’s a challenging look in his eye that you almost give in to. Almost. Because with your luck, Nami or Ussop would decide to pay you a visit and catch more of a show than they wanted.

“Close the door, Eustass.”

But he grabs your jaw to force your face close to his, “Say please.” The grip was firm and his eyes taunting.

“Shut up and close the door.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.” He pulls you even closer, your legs instinctively closing around his hips so you don’t tumble off the table. That pulls a satisfied smirk to his lips. “Say please, brat.”

“You’re insufferable-“

“If you want to walk out of here on your own, you better tell me what I want to hear.” The edge to his voice sends a shiver down your spine.

You were no stranger to random hook ups and you very well knew what they could do for your sanity. What they could help you forget. Who they could help you forget.

So you decide to play into the demands and bat your lashes, “Please.”

Series Masterlist | Chapter 5

Taglist: @thekatisspooky @teacarby

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#writing the build up is so much more fun than i expected #hope yall are in this for the long run bc thats exactly what it’s gonna be #not a sprint but a whole marathon baby #vinsmoke sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x you #black leg sanji #black leg sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #one-fics

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