#fluff/confort

[kyokutsu-sama]

oohhh!! yami and reader get into a argument and reader decides to sleep on the couch. yami can't sleep without her cuz he's a clingy baby so he begs her to come into bed

Omg, this one was such a cute request and fluff writing It's been my weakness lately❤️🤧

I'm in my ✨️Fluff era✨️

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All the members of the black bulls, who that night, instead of supposedly being asleep, had their ears were wide open to hear the argument coming from the captain's room.

Everyone knew about your relationship and how you were always together and after of what their were hearing now, they got worried. Finral was even heartbroken to witness that, he didn't like seeing a couple argue at all, given that he was a romantic man...despite being a womanizer.

"Are these two going to break up today? No, it can't be. That would be terrible." He thought as his heart raced with anxiety

"But why are you being so stubborn?! Damn woman, you're a problem when you get mad!" The captain said, as he sat on the bed with a long sigh

"A problem? Well, in that case, I won't say anything else so as not to disturb you." You picked up the pillow and the blanket and he looked at you

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He asked, standing up

"I'm going to sleep on the couch. Good night Yami Sukehiro!" You said goodbye to him with a hilarious smile, that quickly faded away when you turned your back on him and slammed the door

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU IDIOT! GOOD NIGHT TO YOU TOO!" He went into the hallway and shouted back but you just gave him the middle finger. "What an insensitive woman!" He grumbled

When the captain turned around, all the squad members were looking at him, wanting some explanation for what had happened but he was too angry to say anything at that moment.

"Where the fuck are you guys looking at? Go to the bed now!" He ordered and everyone ran to their respective bedroom

At first, overcome by pride, he just lay down on the bed to try to sleep but the truth is that the captain couldn't sleep a wink all night. He missed the warmth of his beloved in his arms, he loved sleeping hugging you, no matter if it was summer and you were dying of heat in his arms, he didn't move an inch while sleeping.

He went around and around but nothing seemed to ease that pain in his heart, he knew he had messed up, he just didn't know how to get to you to apologize. Yami sat on the bed and took a deep breath before getting up and going to the living room to get you.

He came across your figure falling asleep so well on the couch that he even hesitated to wake you up.

He knelt next to you and ran a hand over your face while you slept, you felt the touch of his hand and opened your eyes to see him right there by your side. You knew he had regretted it bitterly.

"What do you want?" You asked with a sleepy and low voice, still carrying some resentment from the argument, moments ago

"The bed is cold without you, you know?" He whispered. "I'm really sorry for being an jerk to you and saying those stupid things, you didn't deserve to hear that." His voice showed regret and a desire for reconciliation

"Yeah, Yami, you were really a jerk."

"I'm sorry, baby, please..." He placed his forehead against yours as he apologized as one of his hands held yours. "Do you forgive this jerk here?" He joked and you couldn't contain a small smile, even though you tried not to

"Fine, I'll do it, don't cry anymore." You teased, getting up from the couch, still half asleep."Besides, it was just a stupid argument."

"I promise it won't happen again."The captain hugged you for a moment and picked you up, lifting you from the couch."Let's go to sleep together because it's too cold to sleep without you." He said, carrying you to the bed

"What do you mean 'cold'? You're completely naked!" You laughed

"But without you, my heart gets cold and soon after, my body gets cold too, got it?" Yami explained and you rolled your eyes

"Yeah, I see...So it means that I'm your blanket, is that it?"

"Something like that." He placed you on the bed and lay down next to you, putting an arm around you and hugging you tightly

"You're being to clingy to me today, I didn't expect a big guy like you to be so cute." You joked

"How not? I'm a man with a good heart!" He replied but you laughed

"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't even seem like you threatens to kill your squad members, every single day."

"I'm just fulfilling my role as captain, any objections?"

"Negative, captain."

"Good," He placed a few kisses on your nape and neck, snuggling there. "But for now, I just want to sleep with you in my arms and I want you as close to me as possible." He pressed you against him

"Even more?! You're almost inside me!" You said, trying to move away from the grip of his huge arms

"Well...I'm not inside of you but if you want it, why not?" He teases and you push him away

"Yami, I'm going to the couch again!"

"Oh no, you won't, I won't let you go again." He wrapped his arms around you and reached your lips to give you a peck. "You belong with me, not on the couch."

"Alright, Mr. Big Guy, you win. I'll stay, but don't push your luck, you hear?"

"Always at my princess orders... and good night to you."

"For you too."

[fangirlfuel]

Everything You’re Not

(Is Everything I Want)

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At first, you didn’t notice it. The glances. The whispers. The comments buried in harmless conversations.

You were just the girl who loved Charles , the one who never missed a FaceTime call, who stayed up during red-eye flights just to catch a glimpse of him crossing the finish line through a blurry stream. You made him laugh when he was tired, gave him space when he was under pressure, and believed in him when the headlines didn’t.

But the more races you went to, the more it chipped away at you.

It wasn’t just the glamor. It was the quiet way you were not like them , the other girlfriends, fiancées, models, heiresses. You weren’t wearing Balenciaga. You didn’t know how to walk in sky-high heels across gravel without wobbling. You weren’t friends with designers or stylists or team principals’ wives.

You were the girl who bought Zara on sale. Who still checked your bank account before saying yes to weekend plans. Who couldn’t afford to fly to every race unless Charles offered, and when he did, your stomach twisted into guilt.

You weren’t used to being taken care of. You were used to being enough on your own.

But suddenly… you weren’t.

Not in this world.

Not when the cameras loved every other woman’s angles. Not when Twitter compared your outfit to someone else's Dior. Not when fans whispered things like, She’s cute, but she’s not WAG material.

You hated that you cared. But God, you did.

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You didn’t bring it up to Charles. Not at first. He was already under so much pressure, the car, the strategy, the championship, the media. You didn’t want to add your fragile self-worth into the mix.

But he noticed anyway. Of course he did.

He noticed the way your smiles didn’t quite reach your eyes. The way you shrank beside him at races instead of holding his hand like you used to. He noticed how you suddenly insisted on staying home. On watching from your tiny apartment with the curtains drawn. He noticed your silence more than anything.

And eventually, he asked.

Not as Charles Leclerc, Ferrari’s star. Monaco’s golden boy.

Just as your boyfriend. The man who adored you.

—

He flew to see you right after the Barcelona race, skipped the fancy gala, the yacht party, all of it. Just knocked on your door in a hoodie and jeans, carrying a bag of groceries because he knew you wouldn’t have eaten.

You opened the door and tried to pretend everything was fine.

He stepped in and kissed your forehead.

“You’re lying,” he said softly. “Even your hug felt different.”

You froze.

“I’m just tired.. ”

“No,” he interrupted gently. “Tired feels different. This is something else.”

You bit your lip.

“I’m not like them, Charles,” you said suddenly, voice cracking. “And I think the whole world knows it.”

He blinked. “What do you mean?”

You swallowed hard.

“The girls in the paddock. The ones on Instagram. The ones who can afford to be at every race. Who wear designer without trying. Who look like they belong in your world. I don’t. I feel like some….out-of-place tagalong who’s embarrassing you.”

His entire face fell.

You laughed bitterly, tears burning behind your eyes.

“Even when I do show up, I get compared to everyone else. I don’t want to ask you to fly me places. I don’t want to be the reason people say you could do better.”

Charles reached for you before your voice gave out.

“You are never an embarrassment,” he said fiercely, hands cupping your face. “You hear me? Never. Not for one second.”

You looked down.

“I’m just… not enough, Charles. Not for this life. Not for you.”

“Stop.”

His voice broke a little. Like he couldn’t believe you’d ever say that about yourself.

“You don’t have to wear Dior for me to love you. You don’t need to be anyone but yourself. You’re not less than because you don’t live out of a suitcase or spend ten thousand euros on a purse.”

He took a deep breath, then leaned in closer.

“You are the only person in my life who makes me feel like Charles. Not the driver. Not the brand. Just me.”

Your bottom lip trembled.

He continued, voice low and unshakable.

“You think I want someone who treats me like a trophy? You think I’d trade the way you hold my hand when I’m anxious for someone who knows how to pose for a photo? No. Never. Because you are the person I come home to !, not Monaco. You.”

You let yourself cry then, your walls cracking wide open in his arms.

“I hate that I care what people say,” you whispered.

“I know,” he murmured. “But you don’t have to fight this alone anymore.”

You nodded against his chest.

“And for the record,” he added softly, tipping your chin up, “when you walk into the paddock? You are the most beautiful woman there.”

You scoffed through a watery smile.

“I mean it,” he said. “You walk in like you don’t even know you steal the spotlight. It kills me. Half the team has a crush on you.”

“Liar,” you mumbled, blushing.

He grinned, kissing you slow and sure.

“I love you. Not for how you look in front of a camera. Not for what you wear. Not for how rich you are.”

He brushed a tear from your cheek.

“I love you for being you. For grounding me. For making me laugh. For never treating me like I’m more than human.”

You felt your chest finally loosen, the heaviness lifting.

“You don’t have to be like anyone else, amour. I didn’t fall in love with them. I fell in love with you.”

You nodded, breath hitching.

“I’ll still get insecure sometimes,” you whispered.

“And I’ll remind you,” he said, holding you tighter. “As many times as you need.”

You melted into him.

For the first time in a long time… you felt like you belonged.

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PS.

[yuvany]

౨ৎ PLEASE DON'T CRY

What do they do when you feel overwhelmed with emotion? ;;;

pairing : enhypen hyung line x fmr ;; w.c : ~ 100/character ;; warning(s) : minor angst + fluff/comfort + not proofread!

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 does his best. He asks if you need something, and he asks how he can help. He feels just as upset as you just by looking at your saddened state. Heeseung sees you curled up on the couch, hugging your knees close as you sniff and weep in silence. Heeseung approaches you slowly with caution in his steps, his hand snakes its way around your shoulders, causing you to look up at him. He doesn't ask what caused you to be so sad, so he sits with you in silence until you're ready to tell him what happened while running his fingers along your back to comfort you. "It's alright, princess. Cry it out." He whispers, pulling you onto his lap.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 frowns, knowing something, or someone had made you sad. He approaches your quivering state with a calm exterior, seating himself beside you. His warmer palm heats your spine, spreading a comforting feeling through your chest. You halt for a moment to look up at him, being met with his kind eyes causes you to burst in tears once more. He immediately hugs you close to his chest while muttering just the right words for you to ease the tension. "Do you mind telling me what happened, lovely?"

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 panics, immediately rushing over to you. He sprouts questions left and right, "do you want water?" "What happened? Why are you crying?" Poor guy is stressed, but calms down sooner or later. Brings you paper tissues and a glass of water without you having you request it. Wipes your tears with his thumb gliding along your cheekbones, and presses a soft kiss to your forehead, hoping for your mood to enlighten. Be ready for a cuddle session after.

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 is shocked when he hears your cries. He is unsure what to do, but he does what he can. Sunghoon awkwardly scoots closer to you after entering your room when he heard soft sobs. "Babe, what happened?" His voice is gentle when he speaks, his eyes holding nothing but gentleness. You choke out a response, and he is quick to embrace you in a soothing hug, letting your tears stain his shoulder, but he doesn't mind, his priority right now is for you to be comfortable. He feels your breathing stabilise, and the room become silent when your cries come to a halt. "Feeling better, hun?"

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[astroyongie]

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Can you write for Svt pls?

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Note: I hope you guys enjoy <3

✧˖° Scoups

The rain was soft, tapping gently against the windshield, the way fingertips tap on a shoulder. You’re curled up in the passenger seat of his car, your legs folded, your sweater sleeves pulled over your hands.

Scoups is driving slowly, one hand steady on the wheel, the other resting palm up on the center console as if he was waiting for yours, but not demanding it. You slip your fingers into his and he doesn’t look at you. He just tightens his grip slightly, like he was waiting for that contact all night.

The music playing is low and his window is cracked just a little. The smell of rain and the pine air freshener, the one he doesn’t know you secretly love, fills the space between you.

“You’re quiet.” You said, giving Scoups a look.

“I don’t want to ruin the way this feels.”

You smile softly, heart stinging in that way it does when he feels so gentle. When he stops at the red light, Scoups turns his head, finally looking at you. His eyes take in everything, your tired eyes, your messy hair, the way you’re looking at him like you’re memorizing him. And then, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, he says,

“When you sit next to me like this, I don’t care where I’m going.”

You don’t say anything back. You just lean your head on his shoulder, and he presses a kiss to your temple. The car becomes a little universe. No rush, no destination, just you and Scoups and the quiet kind of love that doesn’t ask for proof.

✧˖° Wonwoo

It’s late. You and Wonwoo are both in the kitchen, barefoot, in some old clothes you both refused to get rid of, probably due to some stupid sentimental value on it. You are leaning against the counter, sipping tea, and Wonwoo is leaning on the other side like gravity was keeping him near you. The only light is from the range hood above the stove. You remember when you first told him you hated the feeling of this kitchen and now it felt like home to you.

Anyways, there you are, rambling a bit, talking about some gossip you had learn from one of your best friend, laughing quietly at it unknowing that he had not been listening to you. Wonwoo is just watching you. Elbows on the counter, head slightly tilted.

You finally stop talking when you notice he was not listening, and ask instead “What?”

He shrugs, eyes steady almost disappointed that you had notice his little pretend. “I like watching you talk. It reminds me you’re real.”

You roll your eyes at his stupid words. Wonwoo smiles, a slow, rare thing honestly, he hasn't been smiling a lot lately. he then crosses the space between you, sliding his arms around your waist. The kettle whistles, but neither of you moves as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your lips.

✧˖° Vernon

It’s pouring outside. Not like just a small little rain, no it's a proper storm, the kind that makes the windows shudder and the lights flicker. And you swore you were going to have nightmares tonight if the wind started howling like famished wolves outside. But you and Vernon are both curled on the couch, under a blanket, limbs tangled in the kind of silence that only comes after a long, open hearted conversation.

You had spent the whole afternoon talking, sharing fears and doubts with one another after a week full of tensions in your relationship. and honestly, fuck, it felt so good to be able to speak without feeling judged, and instead, feeling understood.

Your hand is on his chest. His is on your thigh, thumb stroking mindlessly. You trace a pattern on the fabric of his shirt and murmur, “Sometimes I don’t feel real to myself.”

Vernon pauses, then leans in just enough for you to hear him over the rain.

“Then let me hold you until you remember you are.”

And he does. Quietly, completely.

✧˖° Mingyu

You hate winter. And you honestly would never understand how someone preferred winter over summer. you were bursting in from the cold, your cheeks red, hands frozen. Mingyu was being a good boyfriend, as he had already got the kettle on, and without saying anything, he pulls your coat off, tosses it over the chair, and takes your hands in his.

He doesn’t warm them quickly. He just cups them in his, rubbing gently, looking at you like you’re something fragile and familiar all at once.

“You always forget gloves,” Mingyu says, but it’s not a scold. It’s fond. And thank god, you don't think you would deal with nagging right now.

You laugh, nose wrinkling. “Maybe I just like your hands better.”

Mingyu eyes soften at your soft words. He leans down and presses your cold fingers to his lips, just once but it's enough to help the warm of your cheeks to make a comeback.

“Then forget them every time.”

✧˖° Hoshi

You swore you had tried not to fall asleep without kissing Hoshi goodnight, but you had been so tired lately due to your own schedule and work that you couldn't help but drift off before him. It’s late, the room is lit only by the soft blue of the hallway light. You’re turned slightly away from him, breathing steady, the curve of your back rising and falling beneath the blankets.

Hoshi should sleep. His schedule have been just as erratic and he was lucky to be able to sleep with you to begin with, but instead, he watched you.

His hand hovers over your shoulder for a moment before settling there, barely touching. Like he’s afraid you might wake and pull away even if Hoshi knows you wouldn't. still, he felt like he was guarding you in silence.

In that moment, Hoshi thinks: If I could protect her from everything, I would.

He sighed, his chest swelling with love, as he leaned down to whisper, too quiet for you to hear, “I’ve never wanted to stay this much.”

And then he finally lets sleep take him, fingers still resting on you.

✧˖° Jun

You have been begging Jun to come with you do some groceries and he had finally accepted to accompany you which was the current reason why you both were in the pasta aisle. It’s an ordinary afternoon really. You are both arguing quietly about which pasta to get. you want the spirals, but Jun is unconvinced by your tastebuds. but you could see it, there’s a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

You rumble before you started to walk ahead to get something from the shelf, probably your spirals that he pretends to not enjoy. Jun watches you, hands in his coat pockets, and when you turn around, you catch him doing it. being a weirdo, fixing you like you were the pasta

“What?” you ask.

Jun steps forward, casually brushes your hair behind your ear, then leans in and murmurs, “Nothing. You just look like home.”

And then he grabs the pasta you wanted without another word.

✧˖° Minghao

It wasn’t a bad fight you had with Minghao. Just a misalignment as sometimes both of your personalities just clash. But you were upset with the things he had throw at your face, such sharp words. and he went quiet, like he always does when he’s processing emotions and events.

Hours later, Minghao had joined your bedroom so you both could finally sleep. you’re lying in bed, backs turned to him and he honestly didn't mind much if you wanted to stay pouty. however as you both try to sleep, you notice something. neither of you can sleep.

Minghao sighs, rolls over slowly, and reaches for you. a tentative move, but his touch was firm, like he’s afraid. and in a way he is, to lose you but won’t let fear win this time.

His hand finds yours under the blanket. You don’t speak. But after a beat, you feel his fingers spell out, one letter at a time, against your palm

S-O-R-R-Y.

And then, a second time: L-O-V-E.

You sigh and turn around to finally pull him into a hug. yeah, you won't let go. ever.

✧˖° Dino

You and Dino had decided to just be lying in bed, both on your backs, the ceiling fan humming softly above you since it was summer and well, people need some fresh breeze. The light from a nearby lamp paints everything in honey, your arms, your cheeks, the wall behind you.

Dino is reading some book Minghao had landed him. You’re scrolling mindlessly through instagram not paying much attention to each other. But your feet are touching under the covers like a quiet reminder that even in stillness, you’re not apart.

at one point, you sigh and say softly “Do you think I’m difficult to love?”

Dino closes the book without a sound, places it on the nightstand, and turns fully to you. His brows are knit, not in frustration but in deep focus. Like you’ve just asked something sacred.

“You’re not difficult,” he says, brushing your hair back. “You’re detailed.”

You smile, but it’s sad around the edges. He kisses your cheek, near your temple, where your thoughts live.

“And I want to know every one of those details.” he murmured in hope to reassure you.

and you nod. that night you fell asleep like that, feeling seen, not studied.

✧˖° Woozi

You were out with friends today, after some long time apart from them due to work. it was really a small gathering between you and them in your shared apartment with Woozi. Laughter, stories, light music in the background was all you needy for a cozy afternoon. You’re telling a story at some point, animated and glowing, and across the room, Woozi watches you.

Not possessively. Not protectively. Just in awe. Quiet awe.

You catch his gaze mid-sentence and god you truly try not to lose yourself. Woozi gives you the smallest smile, the kind he only ever gives you, a little half tilt of his mouth that says you’re mine but only if you want to be.

You clear your throat, and focus back on your friends to finish your story. after some time and when your friends are talking between them, you finally decide to go and sit beside him. and when you do, he doesn’t say anything.

"Why were you looking?" you asked and Woozi just leans in and whispers,

“I like seeing you shine.”

Then he brushes your pinky with his, grounding you without pulling you down.

✧˖° Joshua

You and Joshua had a pretty ugly fight. the kind of those where voices rise and silence grows thick after sharpness is thrown and glares are shown. You both needed space after that in order to calm down. just some time. some quiet.

Now, hours later, Joshua knocks gently on your door, even though he has a key if he wanted to just get in. When you open it, he’s holding your favorite snack with his puppy eyes. it was something small really, getting snacks after a fight. but it was something thoughtful. Something that says I’ve been listening, even when I was angry.

Joshua doesn’t ask to come in. But when you step back, letting him enter, he exhales like he’s been holding his breath the entire time.

“I hate fighting with you,” he says simply. “It feels like holding my breath in my own home, like I could lose you. I hate it.”

You soften at his words and sighed before you both got to the bed. You sit in silence for a while but it is not awkward. Just raw. Safe. Eventually, Joshua takes your hand and says,

“Can we learn to fight together?”

And that’s the moment you know: he’s not going anywhere.

✧˖° Jeonghan

It’s laundry day, an ordinary Sunday after a rather bog lunch that always leave you and Jeonghan feeling like turkeys. The room smells like warm cotton and lavender, which was the mix of your favorite scents with him. You’re folding shirts while he’s trying to match socks, and failing, dramatically.

Jeonghan holds up two wildly different socks looking at them as if they were a crime agaisnt humanity.

“these feel like a fashion statement in a laundry chaos” he said.

You laugh at his nonsense, before tugging the socks from his hand, and Jeonghan watches you fold with that focused softness again, like watching you do small things brings him peace.

You feel his eyes and tease, “What?”

Jeonghan shrugs, walking behind you to wrap his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“You just look like you belong here. Like this, in this moment, is the reason I needed every moment before it.”

You smiled, purposely dropping the shirt and turning to kiss him, while the dryer hums on, unnoticed.

✧˖° DK

It's nighttime, and dinner’s that you cooked was done. the dishes are equally in the sink since DK had decided he was too lazy to wash them right now since he wanted to go on a walk outside with you. The sky is a soft indigo, just after sunset, and you’re walking quietly beside him through a quiet street, your fingers brushing, then linking.

Neither of you are talking. You don’t need to, rarely need to with DK. He points out a little cat in a window and he commented that you both should adopt. as you continue your walk, you spot fairy lights on a porch. it was small things really, but it was shared things.

After a long stretch of silence, DK says, “I used to feel restless, all the time. Like I was always searching for something.”

You squeeze his hand, understanding where he was coming from.

“And now?”

DK stops. Turns to you, his eyes serious but his voice low for a change.

“Now I feel like I found the place I want to rest in.”

You lean your head against his shoulder with a satisfied smile, and keep walking, a little slower this time.

✧˖° Seungkwan

It’s a quiet afternoon. The world is muted. you and Seungkwan both are on the couch, legs tangled, your head resting on his chest, and he’s holding a book he’s not reading.

Your eyes are closed since you always felt comfortable around him. You’re wearing his headphones and here's a music gently playing, one from his playlist he made for you. You don't know yet but Seungkwan is watching you.

Not doing anything or saying anything to you. he is just existing with you. Letting you take up space, weight, breath.

Every so often, his fingers stroke your arm. Not for a reason, just to let you know he’s here. You open your eyes, take off one earbud when you feel his fingers tightening on your arm

“What?” you asked

Seungkwan blinks, then smiles a little. “I like when you’re quiet with me. You don’t fill the silence to make me comfortable. You just… stay.”

before you could answer, Seungkwan leans down, kissing the top of your head, before adding

“That’s the most comforting thing of all.”

[my-starlights]

ᴛʜɪɴᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴇx!ʙꜰ ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɴᴛᴏ…

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡ. In which you stumble into your ex, Nanami Kento.

ʟɪᴍʙᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ. Angst :: hurt/comfort :: fluff at the end :: sfw

ʟᴏꜱᴛ ꜱᴘɪʀɪᴛꜱ. Nanami Kento  :: Gojo Satoru

ʀᴜɪ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇꜱ. It’s been a while since I wrote something haha… I said I’d do geto but Nanami has my heart so here we are 😭

ᴡᴄ.  1.1k

“Listen, let’s be mature about this, please.”

The light on your phone glares into your glassy eyes.

“I don’t want this either, but you’re not a child anymore.”

Even though you’re looking at couplecore posts on social media, Kento’s voice keeps breaking through.

Stupid lovey-dovey couples on Tik Tok. You angrily swipe at your eyes and press ‘not interested’ at the video.

“If you can’t handle this argument like an adult, perhaps you should take a step back from this relationship.”

Your phone suddenly turns dark - agh, it died - and with a huff you set it down to charge, looking at the ceiling. It’s been three weeks since your messy breakup with Nanami Kento, and social media isn’t helping you forget about you and your boyfriend’s - ex-boyfriend’s - argument;  it started as a small confrontation about him overworking and ended with… with this.

You, leaving your shared home and going to your old Jujutsu Tech dorm.

Kento, still at his office, head in hands and unable to focus.

You know he’d never cheat; but it seemed like he was working to the bone. No more weekend dates or him coming home to you cooking dinner; he was at the office more than he’d see you, and for weeks on end. You’d been crying, begging him for a break from work, and him stoically telling you in an impatient voice that this was just what being an adult was.

The two of you never fought like this before. Ever since the argument, you feel as if a chunk of your being was forced away from you, leaving you empty. Alone. You feel a lump in your throat and swallow, blinking back more tears.

It’s time to move on, you reason with yourself. It was nearing midnight.

You sigh and close your eyes.

—

The next day, you wake up with the same sense of dread you’ve had in the past couple weeks, and just as you exit the old dorms… you see Gojo Satoru. Of course. You hadn’t seen him alone in a while, only with his girlfriend.

He spots you and strolls towards you, running hand through his hair. Was he… relieved?

Something’s awry.

“Ah! I’ve been looking for you,” he says, sighing as he takes in your somber appearance. “Everywhere. You have no idea.”

“Well here I am,” you say tiredly. “Why… why were you looking for me?”

“Nanami has been quite worried about you, you know. He wouldn’t tell me anything other than that. He’s asked me to look for you and taken time off from work, and everything.”

What? Kento off of work? This only happened on birthdays or holidays. And Gojo actually listening to Kento for once too? This has never happened.

“Oh,” you say quietly. “Well, I don’t know why anyone’s looking for me. I’ve been here. Besides, Kento and I, we’ve broken up, so—“

“WHAT??” Gojo screeches, and you jump back, surprised by the noise. “YOU’RE NOT TOGETHER ANYMORE?”

You rub your temples. “Not anymore, I think?  He said I should take a step back from our relationship, and—“

Gojo is about to screech again when Kento walks up, hair ruffled and tie loosened, looking ready to murder Gojo. “Leave,” he barks at Gojo. “You found her, now go bother someone else.”

You jerk away from the two men. What the hell is happening?

Kento moves up to Gojo mutters something into his ear;  the latter turns pink and begins walking away, looking at you apologetically. Kento rubs the bridge of his nose, and turns to you.

“Oh, love,” he says quietly. “I’m so sorry about the past couple weeks. It wasn’t you who was immature, it was me.”

You look at him, defensive, eyes already slightly glassy. “You broke up with me. And now you want me back? That’s not how break ups work.” You pivot on your heel, heart breaking at his surprised face, and start walking briskly away, him quickly catching up.

“Love, I didn’t mean to… we’re not seriously broken up, are we? I never meant to… I was speaking without thinking, please don’t tell me you thought we’re broken up…”

You turn to Kento abruptly, still walking. “What was I supposed to think?” You say, incredulous.

“No, no, no, love, I’m so sorry, please just stop walking—”

“—Kento, I’m not mature enough for you. I don’t take what you take seriously, I’m childish near you, and you made that clear. I understand now—“

You’re interrupted by Kento falling to his knees in front of you. “Love,” he says, collecting your palms in his hands. “Please forgive me. I was the immature one, you’re too good to me, you were looking out for me—“

“Kento please get up—“

“—You need to understand this. You’re the love of my life, how could I ask that you step back? I’m ruined without you—“

“—Kento, please just—“

“—you’re the love of my life, I’m so sorry, I’ll spend every day making it up to you. I’ve started going only part-time at my job. I’m ready to do the best I can for you. You were worried about my well being and I punished you for it. Please just forgive me…”

Tears finally start rushing down your face, but Kento doesn’t let go of your hands. “Oh, Ken…” you sniffle. “You started part-time? For me? Please get up, I…. Let me hug you….”

He rushes up, feeling the blood run to his head, but he doesn’t care; you hug him hard, still crying. He feels a stab in his chest every time he feels a tear sink into his shirt.

You mumble against his broad chest. “I forgive you,” you mumble. “I missed you, Ken. I love you.”

He wraps you in a hug, looking down and cupping your face. His usually steady voice tremors slightly. “Am I still your… are we still together?”

You smile up, eyes watery, at him. “If you’ll have me.”

He hugs you hard. “There is no universe in which I don’t want you. I… let’s not do this here, love. Let’s go home, yeah?”

Your eyebrows crinkle in a way Kento didn’t realize he missed. You look up at him. “Home?”

“You think I just meant to apologize and move on? No, love, I have gifts for you. And a dinner planned. I don’t want to spend any more time at work that I could spend instead with you.”

You take his hand and intertwine your fingers with his, then lean upwards to peck his cheek. “I love you, Ken,” you say, stepping back.

The somberness, the loneliness you felt just this morning, fade away. The part of you that broke after your fight seems to mend itself back into you. Finally, you’re….

Complete again.

© property of @ghost-buddies. do not repost, translate or edit.

[nurix0]

JUST FLUFF/COMFORT SCENARIOS WITH YOUR BNHA BOYS

characters: Bakugou, Midorya, Iida, Shoto

genre: fluff, confort

warnings: none, endgame Todoroki personally ig(??)

relationship: up to your personal interpretation

-he's one with physical touch or being a listener, not very good at words

- listening>>>>>

-he would be startled at first and don't know how to act but at the end he'll be "kind" (HIS type of kind)

-not the best at conventional comforting but he's amazing at his own way of confort

"The hell you're doing in my door at this time?" the blond complained at the sight of you in front of his door at 1am, he's normally not up at this hour but some assignments kept him up

You had a shit day and couldn't sleep, the only person you thought could ease things up without asking too much questions was Bakugou since well.. he was not one who cares to ask much anyway

"Can i just come in for a bit?" you voice was off and Bakugou definitely noticed that, now looking better your everything was different,.you didn't even look him in the eye, like your confidence washed away and this was the biggest challenge you ever faced

He rubbed his temple "Ugh, sure just don't bother me too much, it's already late" opening his door a bit more so you could enter, you went straight up sitting on the floor but the blonde contested "What are you doing?" you looked confused "You said not to bother so i thought —"

"Look, you can sit on the bed or something, just don't take much space" he was annoyed from how small your figure felt, figuratively speaking, you usually get on his nerver but not like this

You followed him sitting on the bed and stayed in comfortable silence for some minutes "What's up with you anyway?" glancing his way you saw his face a bit softer but firm as always, it was his way of showing he is listening, so you rambled for hours on end with his total attention

"You had it rough, just... you don't have to go back if you don't want to" you glanced at him wondering what he meant "Look... sleep here if you feel like it, i don't care" he bumped your side a bit "But if you hog all of the blankets im kicking your ass out, got it?" his playful rough tone didn't match the sympathetic smile on his face

keep it a secret but he didn't mind you clinging to him a bit at night (if it was too much he def pushed you away)

-He's def good a comforting, maybe gets nervous of what to do at first but he'll manage

- words of affirmation kinda guy

-good at comforting but not with advice

- won't mind physical touch but normally doesn't initiate it

It was dawn after a day at UA, Midorya finally finished his workout and headed to the dorms, on his way someone sitting on the roof caught his eye

It was you, that decided after a bad training to stay in your "safe spot" for some time to clear your head up "What are you doing here Y/n?" a concerned voice spoke, looking behind you saw Midorya with his soft eyes filled with worry "Oh, it's you. I'm just resting for a bit, nothing much don't worry"

The boy sat by your side "Anyone would worry about someone being alone at the edge of a rooftop" he gave a bitter laugh and hesitatingly touched your shoulder in an attempt of comfort "You can trust me to vent, I'm here for you"

That was when you lost it, looking down you started to cry your eyes out from all the stress and opened up about everything that was bothering you, Midorya looked nervous for a bit, like he was the one to make you cry, retracting his hand to himself on instinct

Almost instantly you rested your head on his shoulder, after saying everything his shirt was soaking wet from all the tears but he didn't mind "Thank you, you're the best, Midorya" the boy, unnoticed by you, blushed bashfully "Anytime, you're important to me after all" it was his turn to put his head against yours, hugging you for extra comfort

-What can i say? This man it's probably terrible at comforting, good with advice but definitely not comforting

-Def gives you some stiff hugs if, and only if, you ask

-acts of service>>>>

- Tries to stay more with you after the situation to help with anything (quality time and acts of service)

You didn't come to class for the day and as the class president it was Iida's duty to give you notes, the only thing is that you didn't answer the door or texted anyone, even your friends so everyone was worried

He was at your door "Hey, Y/n can you please open up? We're all concerned with your well-being and i need to hand you today's notes" softly knocking, again and again, but to no avail

He was getting frustrated "Look, im going to keep knocking until you open up. I need to give you these notes, it's my duty as a president to deliver them to you!" the door opened and your miserable self was right behind it, the boy was concerned right away about your well being

"What's going on with you? Are you sick? Do tou need me to talk to—" you cut him off "Look, Iida, i appreciate the notes, I'm not so good but I'll handle this with mr.Aizawa" you were about to close the door when the boy's foot got in the way

"You're not going to lock yourself in your room alone! You need assistance!" you denied his advances but he continued "Let me in, please... i want to help you" his tender voice made you feel safe so you let him in, physically and emotionally

Your dorm was a mess and you felt embarrassed to let someone tidy as Iida in at this state "Sorry, I didn't want anyone to see this mess, i cleaned up my desk today but I don't have any energy left to —"

"You sure look tired, get some rest while i clean this" Iida wasn't expecting to see this, he never even imagined you would let this happen, that's why he wanted to help, he knew you weren't in the right state of mind and that's okay, you contested but he insisted, and like that tou rested while he cleaned you room, you made sure to thank him later

The day after you went to him and thanked him, you even got a hug back huh

-I don't really think he even knows how to comfort someone

-Maybe he'll do something for you??

-It would be kinda awkward ngl

-He would try his best fr

-Says the most on point shit without thinking it means much

It's been a week that your quirk hasn't been useful for the type of training you're doing in class and that's been upsetting you deeply, either way, you couldn't dare to tell anyone, they seemed to go so smoothly that was embarrassing you were struggling

Today was another day like those and you were so tired of not being a "real hero", when you saw your score being the last one you couldn't help to excuse yourself to the change room the fake attitude of not carrying wouldn't last longer than this, but it was enough so that nobody noticed something was wrong

Except that Todoroki did notice, how could he not? You were strange all week but at the same time didn't look like it to the untrained eye at least, he could see past that facade easily, so he went after you

You were miserable sitting on the corner of the changing room, not crying or panicking, jsut wondering was this hero life really for you? "Why did you leave the training grounds like that?" looking to the side you saw Shoto, this unsettled you, nobody could know "Training was just intense, you know? Just tired" getting up you smiled at him

"I'm not one to pry but you know that holding everything in doesn't help, right?" those words hit you like a truck, how could he be so on point without knowing anything? "What?... Ha, there's nothing—" you looked at him as he stared blankly at your trembling figure "Seriously! I—" the stuttering didn't got you anywhere, it just confirmed what the boy needed to know

Realizing there's no turn backs form this you just let yourself be and opened up to him, Todoroki heard every bit and tried his best at comforting you, reassuring your quirk was good like any other, by the end of it he was glad he picked up on the hints, he knew how bottling up emotions affected someone, imagine from how long you would've kept this if nobody noticed

You whipped a tear or two that escaped "Thank you for listening, Todoroki, i appreciate it" now everything felt lighter but there was one feeling... "Hey, just don't see me as weak after all of this, kay?... " the boy looked at you softly

"Never thought of it, besides, opening up is a sign of strength", now completely relieved you and Todoroki walked out of the room right in time for the next class, it was nice having someone that knew you struggled and was there for you after all

[syluss-slut]

Go ahead and wrap your arms around me*ﾟ⁠+.｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

Pairings: vessel x fem!reader

Summary: You have a horrible day and need cuddles stat. Luckily for you, you have someone to look after these needs.

CW: nothing really. Just tooth-rotting fluff.

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You were having the worst fucking day ever.

Luteal phase wasn't being kind to you, and this time it was abnormally vicious.

You've been having tummy aches the entire day, studying for the soon-approaching finals and the cherry on top of this disaster pie was feeling nauseous 24/7.

Safe to say, you've had enough of the day.

Finally stepping away from the study corner in your room, you stretch and rub your eyes.

You haven't seen vess the entire day as well; he was cooped up in his studio–probably composing lyrics.

You haven't had the chance to spend time with him and vice versa. With how busy your academic life was getting and his upcoming tour dates, the most you both have interacted is eating lunch together and finding each other in the kitchen at midnight for water or snacks.

The memory of these moments made you smile, an inside joke between the both of you being that whenever you couldn't spend much time together, fate somehow makes you guys meet during late nights by sheer coincidence.

Your heart hurts a little when you realise these moments haven't happened recently; and that regardless of living under the same roof you and vess had barely the time for each other.

Taking heavy steps you walk towards his studio, finding the door locked and the sound of muffled music.

Exhaling a breath you didn't know you were holding, you knock at it.

Knock

Knock

Knock

The music stopped playing and soon enough the door opened before you.

Wordlessly, you let your limp body fall in his arms.

Albeit a little amused, vessel hugs you back.

It felt so good to be in his embrace after so long, to feel the warmth of another body against yours.

Subconsciously you bring your arms up and hug him tighter.

"Everything okay sugar?" The deep timbre of his voice sounded, concern laced under his words.

Eyes still closed, you nod in a no and reply in a weak whisper.

"I need you"

Sometimes you yourself wondered how you could yearn for someone you quite literally live with, but that's something vess somehow understood.

With a comfortable silence and his hand in yours, he leads you towards the spacious couch in his studio–laying down and signalling for you to join him.

You need not be told twice. Wating no time, you get comfortable besides him.

Vessel pulls the blanket draped over the arm of the couch and pulls it over the both of you.

You snuggle further against him, the world around you melting away as his hands once again wrap around you in a secure embrace, finding purchase against your back.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks, still a little puzzled at your sudden clinginess.

Your emotions were already haywire, and vess expressing valid concern at your behaviour finally did it.

Overcome with feelings, you tear up and let out a choked sob against his chest.

"I missed you" you managed to let out through tears.

All the pent up stress and emotions finally caught up to you, and now you were crying in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay love. I'm right here. Not going anywhere" he comforts you, the baritone of his voice soothing your frazzled nerves.

He pulls you even closer, tightening his hold against you. You let out a soft sigh when you feel vess caress your scalp from the back.

Leaving all your worries behind, you focus on being held by the love of your life, safe and warm.

With all that exhaustion–physical and mental, it was no surprise you drifted off to sleep easily.

Feeling your breaths go from ragged and uneven to laboured and even, vessel sighs and rests his chin on top of your head.

Even unconsciously–you nuzzle against the crook of his neck; making him smile before he drifts off to slumber himself.

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Me as I write this:

[worldofkuro]

idk if it sounds selfish but i need more comfort in my life rn, so i wanna ask for help.

if it's not really a big deal, i wanna see some comfort between alastor and reader when they were teens. maybe after he already told her that he wants to marry her, and something made her feel insecure and bad about herself. so she called Marie and ask Alastor to come, so she could lie down in his arms and listen him telling her that he loves her anyway.

or any other plots because I'll be okay with everything if it's fluff. thank you.

Of course dearest, anything for you to feel better. For those who will notice it, their last sentence is from the song “ Follow You” by Bring me the Horizon. I love this song and I thought it was pretty fitting. So here ,my dear, this scenario isn’t very long but I hope it will make you feel better. 

Follow You

You were coming back from school, trying to contain your tears. 

You had told Alice about Alastor’s wedding proposal and she was excited for you but some other girls heard you and made fun of you. How could a man see you desirable enough to be his wife? Most of the time, you didn’t care about their vile words, but you didn’t know why, today it was hurtful. Of course, Alice had taken your side immediately swearing at them like a sailor.

You didn’t greet your parents as you went immediately into your bedroom, hiding yourself under the blankets. You couldn’t even look at yourself in the mirror. Were you even worth being Alastor’s wife? He would always say you were “endearingly stupid”, did it mean he saw you as a stupid girl? Was he manipulating you?

Were you worth being special to someone’s heart?

You jerked your head up as you heard a knock on your window. You wiped your eyes and saw Alastor, his fist against the glass, staring at you. You opened the window quickly, scared he would fall.

“ Alastor, what are you doing here?”

“ I heard my mother talking with yours through the telephone, saying you didn’t feel well, so I came to check on you.” he entered your room, looking at you. You saw his eyes stopped at your tearied one. You tried to look away but he gripped your face, making sure he could watch your expression. “ Who?”

“ What..?”

“ Who made you cry?” he said with a gentle smile but his eyes had a dark glint.

“ No one.. It’s just… Am I worth it , Alastor?”

You gasped as Alastor forced you to lay on your bed, pushing something soft in your arms. Looking down on it you almost cried some more as you saw Eamon staring back at you. You squeezed it against your chest as Alastor laid next to you, observing your face.

“ Dearest, you’re just like a jewel. Being desired by people and those who can't have you are jealous. You are like a fresh breeze in summer, so short and yet so welcomed. You are much more than how you perceive yourself.”

“ But.. I feel like I’m going to be a useless wife…”

“ Hah! You, my dear, a useless wife? You could be doing nothing at home, as long as you are waiting for me, I would feel the happiest. But why would you think that? You have always been to my side, always accepted me. Why would I choose someone else to be next to me for my entire life? How could I look at anyone else now that my eyes have seen you?”

“ Alastor.. Do you love me…?”

He looked perplexed but wrapped his arms around your body, staring at your eyes without blinking.

“ I don’t know what love is about. But if loving you is wanting to devour you all, to protect you, you have your attention on me all the time, then I guess.. that I love you. But please, dearest, remember that even though I adore you, more than anything, my love is tainted with darkness. No matter how much I’m obsessed with you, I’ll drag you down to hell with me. I'm telling you, you're all I need, I promise you, you're all I see. I’ll never leave.” he stared at you, waiting for your answer.

“ I’ll follow you.’ you breathed, staring at his chocolate eyes. “So dig two graves because when you die, I swear I'll be leaving by your side. So you can drag me through hell, I’ll follow you.” you smiled sweetly at him as he beamed at your words, his cheeks flushed. He squeezed you against his body, Eamon between the both of you. 

You would always be together, the both of you. Alastor would always be by your side, like a curse, clawing at you to keep you from leaving, even if you would never think such a thing.

Your love was twisted, tainted in dark obsession but it was perfect for the both of you. Maybe people wouldn’t consider it as love, but you knew deep inside, Alastor would always chase after you if you were to run away. If you were to run away because of your feelings, your fears, everything, the only person who would chase you would be Alastor. And you knew he would never stop.

He would follow you.

[angelpassing-by]

THE FASTEST WAY IS SELDOM THE BEST

After an attempt, you try to comfort your lover and look through his recovery. Pairing: Tighnari x gn!reader Cw: impplied suicide attempt. A/N: I had some wips about character conforting reader, but none of them seemed good enough to post. I know this is a weird format, but though it would be comforting to read how you comfort someone. Again, English is not my firt language and I'm afraid I sound a bit too formal [it would be great if you had some tips in how to write not so robotically/essay like(?)]. If there is something you would like for me to write, message me, maybe I'll post some sort of guide lines to show what is it that I'm willing to write.

“I wanted to escape, maybe forever.”

Tighnari lies on the simple bed, head thrown against the embroidered pillows. His face – bronzed before – is pale and stained with tears, eyes lost in the ceiling of the room thinly veiled by the smoke of incense burning.

“I understand it, really” You respond trying to keep your voice even, but your lover says nothing, as if he can't believe you. You gently take is hand between your own and rub soothing circles on top of it with your thumb. “I know sometimes life becomes too daunting and the easiest way out seems to be the light at the end of the tunnel.” You whisper

Now he’s looking at you, his eyes glimmering with new pools of tears that threaten to spill into the blankets. “But you told me once that the fastest method is seldom the answer.” Tighnari chuckles, only a raspy sound that seems like a pained groan, but you can see the slight twitch in his ears and the way his frame sinks a little bit more into the mattress, as if more relaxed.

You begin then to reminisce of that particular day leaning against the bed frame and using one hand to caress your lover’s hair. Your voice is barely audible in the clutered room.

“It had been a quite long day, you were on duty and had proposed for me to join you – you didn't wanted me to be alone – and I was jumping from rock to rock in the edge of the path leading home. Do you remember?” A faint nod “For hours you had talked about the flowers and the little forest animas we encountered with such fondness it almost made me jealous” The corners of his mouth curve ever so slightly “You didn’t let me take some roses; said it would be a disaster to the ecosystem. And right there, just in the front of the village, in the middle of the path, lied a beautiful bird feather, it’s blue hues made it look like some sort of treasure or spirit buried beneath the damp dirt. I ran for it, carelessly, anticipating an impressive monologue about birds from you, but I ran too fast and the feather was too light”

“I remember, his hoarse voice cuts through the story” and through the tiredness, he smiles relieved.

“Yes” now you are also smiling sadly and you fingers keep brushing his hair with slow deliberate motions. “I ran too fast, and the feather flew out and into the bridge and as I chased it, it fell below the wooden structure. That’s when you caught up to me and told me .”

How could you not see it? It was so obvious, his tired movements, his longing stares at night, sitting in front of the bedroom window and sighing pitifully. You should have done something. That is what you repeat to yourself everyday sinc the incident happened, still convinced you could have done something to prevent it, although your lover has already told you that tha isn't a burden for you to carry. And obviously, everything seems so crystal clear in retrospective.

"We can't change the past, so holding grudges against it is simply futile." Those are words of wisdom from Tighnari on a rainy afternoon.

Tighnari is sitting outside on a kitchen chair propped on  some velvety green pillows that keep his weak body comfortably leaned into the firm wood. He has changed his usual ranger clothes for some flowy linen garments  and a blanket sent by Candace after the news reached Ardu Village is draped over his knees. It’s woven with a variety of reds and browns and depicts a forest scene populated by shadowy dusk birds and half hidden lizards.

After Collei left, settling in a quaint town in the proximities of Sumeru city, the cabin had fallen silent. Tighnari started to space out his lectures in wildlife and botanic, often preferring the warm seat next to the fire where you cooked. At first, everyone just thought of it as a domestic situation, both of you had even started thinking about children during the months prior to Collei’s departure, just a loving couple wanting to be together. But then he slowly started missing patrols; it was at some point commonplace to see Iraj and Nasring on your living room trying to convince your lover to leave the house and help them in their duties.

You should have known, but you were also going through a lot. Your cooking supplied the forest rangers and watchers and your stock of ointments and pomades were highly sought after by the townsfolk. With little to no time to spend with Tighnari, your living arrangement and relationship deteriorated with each passing day. It also didn’t help that Cyno stopped visiting Gandharva Ville after a while and that his letters, frequent and light hearted before, became rare occurrences with little more than bad news.

But now, Tighnari stretches carefully and happily looks at you at the other side of the kitchen window through his lashes. The sun is making him more optimistic, at least, that’s what he tells you at night, just before you both fall asleep in each other’s arms. Maybe it’s also the overexcited rambles that Collei sends through her letters or the short Genious  Invokation duels with Cyno during his recurring visits.

It has been well over a month, Tighnari is sitting, still too weak to stand for long periods of time, next to the stove. His soothing voice filling the inside of the home with vibrant colors of the rainforest through his tales. The counters are filled with  spice bowls and chopped vegetables whose stories Tighnari never forgets to tell you about. You place a steaming spoon of soup in front of his face.

“Do you like it?” You ask as you watch you lover frowning in a comically exaggerated thinking pose.

“It’s magnificent, love” He responds after a dramatic pause. His sweet words caress your skin and you can’t help but place a big kiss on his forehead, on then one over his nose. “Hey!” he playfully reprimands you, but you can see through the corner of your eye the wagging of his tail.

[alcinaslittlemaid]

⚠️SLIGHT VENT⚠️

🏳️‍🌈

🍷

Trying not to vent but I’ll put a warning!

It’s not even about the sex anymore I just need to be cuddled by her 😭

Snuggled into her chest

[kyokutsu-sama]

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My Future Queen

A/n: Nothing to say other than I'm obsessed with this man🛐🛐 Julius Daddy Novachrono, I love you so much❤️👑

Tw: Nsfw under the line

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You entered the bedroom and let out a long, tired sigh. Today had been a tiring and busy day for royalty, a ball was taking place in the palace's great hall. Probably by now some of the nobility guests should be saying goodbye since some had already drunk too much and others were also tired just like you.

Julius must still be down there with a bunch of people around him. He was always the main star and the life of the party, something that the king of Clover would never be even with a crown on his head. Even for you, Julius was the true king.

You took off your shoes and arranged them at the entrance, then you walked to the table next to the bed and placed your accessories there. You ran your fingers over the diamond necklace that Julius offered you to go to the ball, it sparkled so much that you felt sorry for taking it off so you kept it on. You approached the window and saw the capital through the glass. It looked beautiful both night and day.

The door opened and you looked back to find your king walking in with a smile on his face and rosy cheeks. Probably due to alcohol, he was an excellent drinker and would last longer than anyone else.

"Good night my beautiful queen" He said walking towards you and hugged you from behind. "You left the ball early. Are you okay?" His voice next to your neck gave you goosebumps. You were right, there was a certain smell of alcohol coming from him when he spoke to you.

"Yes, I was just a little tired, that's all" You said looking to the side to see his face

"I was worried, I was already thinking that something had happened or that someone made you uncomfortable"

"No, nothing like that. Apart from the fact that some were a little nasty to me" You commented, remembering the scene in which Julius had to intervene after seeing another idiot trying to hit on you. As soon as the man found out that you would be the Wizard king's future wife, he was speechless and left after almost kneeling down and apologizing a million times. You couldn't contain a smile after seeing and remembering the scene once again.

"Are you referring to that man? Don't worry, he knows who you belong to now" Julius brushed the tip of his nose against the skin of your neck before kissing you, his arms tightened around you and pulled you against him

You closed your eyes and enjoyed a little of that pleasurable feeling he was giving you, you were on your way to witnessing a man who was a little different. Julius was a very respectful and affectionate man with you, he always treated you like the queen that you are but when exposed to situations like that he would go crazy and could get a little more harsh and if you still teased him with that, it would be the last straw.

"I never thought that being your future wife would make me a desired woman" You teased, smiling and he turned you to him and looked into your eyes

"It's a shame that none of them can have you because you belong to me, dear" He said before kissing you

His hand remained firm on your waist and the other on your face, his lips seemed soft initially but his gaze was lascivious and so it didn't take long for things to heat up and the kiss became more needy. His hands hurried to remove the white lace dress you had worn for the occasion, the same one he looked at and wondered what it would look like on the bedroom floor.

You then took your hands to your king's cloak and took it off his shoulders, he picked you up and took you to the bed and laying you on the soft sheets. He knelt on the mattress in front of you, looking at you and delighting in you lying in front of him, his hands running over your body before he leaned forward and kissed your neck and marked your skin. He removed your bra and kissed your breasts slowly, your fingers passed through his short blonde strands and your lips opened to sigh heavily, the excitement between your legs was only increasing the more he touched you. Julius moved away and opened your legs, licking his lips at the sight of the wet fabric. His eyes met yours and you felt a certain heat cover your face, he loved how cute you looked blushing like that and kissed you.

"You look so perfect now" He whispered against your lips."The necklace suits you beautifully"He said, appreciating the shine of the precious crystals

His fingers caressed you through the fabric and you shivered, he ran two fingers over your wet slit before removing your last piece of clothing and exposing you to him.

He positioned himself between your thighs and lowered himself to taste what he had been craving all night. Your back formed an arch and your legs weakened, his tongue opened your slippery folds and gave you goosebumps, your king was hungry.

"Julius..." You moaned his name, feeling a wave of pleasure running through your body

The fingers of his hands dug into the flesh of your thighs, his mouth turned his attention to your sensitive bud. You rolled your eyes, hands gripping his hair as you held him closer. You knew he would take out that slight jealousy towards the other idiot just because he messed with you. He was a peaceful man, but don't touch what belonged to him. He didn't express what he felt but those purple irises didn't hide anything from you.

It didn't take you long for you to came on his mouth, which ran down your slit and drank it. The man stood up, licking the corner of his lips and taking off his clothes, you just enjoyed the show, panting and with a slight smile on your face.

"Your smile makes me think you were thinking about this before, don't you?" He asked, running his fingers up your thighs as he looked at you.

"Would it be wrong for a queen to want some attention from her king?"

"No, you could have said it sooner, you know. I like spontaneity" He smiled

"And would you fuck me in the middle of the dance if I asked you, your majesty ?" You sat on the mattress and got closer to his face, only to see a the serious and thoughtful expression on his face, probably imagining the scene, changing to the smile again

"If you insisted..." He suggested and you giggled. "Who would I be to deny something to my future wife and queen?" He closed the distance between you both with a deep kiss as he laid you back on the mattress

One of his hands slid down your body and grabbed your thigh, you moaned against his lips when he took his dick and passed it through your folds, teasing your throbbing entrance.

"Do you want this?" He asked with his forehead against yours and you nodded.

He then kissed your forehead and entered you, your hands ran down his back leaving future red marks. His body started moving against yours, your legs hugged his body closer and his eyes on yours made you feel a little tense from the intensity.

The pace increased and he moved away a little, placing both of your legs on his shoulder, holding them with one arm and resting one hand on the wall behind the bed. The position allowed him to go deeper while he saw you squirming and your hands gripping the bed sheets tightly. The moans were heard even outside the bedroom, Marx would probably be shocked if he could hear it.

Poor baby, too innocent to imagine Julius in a situation like that.

"If that man could only see you now..." The wizard king said, breathing heavily. You felt the blush on your cheeks again at those words. "You will be my queen and everyone will know"

You whimpered beneath him, feeling him go faster and faster as he spoke, it was pushing you to the limit.

You could no longer think straight, much less feel your body, he was giving it his all and you knew you would be sore later. Your half-open eyes caught sight of the man in front of you and you could tell he was close.

"Will you be my good queen and take everything inside you?" He said, thrusting deeper and you writhed with pleasure

"Yeah...yeah, please, I'll take it all" Tears of pleasure prickling the corners of your eyes as he reveled in the sight

You fell apart at that moment, unable to hold it in any longer, he then filled you until you were taking everything and couldn't let it leak. His arm let go of your legs and he bent down kissing your lips, now it didn't seem as rough as at first, it was somehow softer but the desire was still there on his tongue. You moved away from the kiss for a moment to catch your breath since you're both panting now.

He took one of your hands that was holding his face and kissed it gently as his eyes met yours once again.

"You're beautiful, my queen" He whispered and then commenting on your rosy cheeks. "Why are you blushing again?" He joked

"I'm not blushing" You looked away but he turned your face towards him again and kissed your lips once again

"Don't hide your face, I love seeing you like this"He declared with a chuckle, laying down next to you and pulling you to lay on top of him. "We're going to get married soon and have another ball, but I'll make sure this time I hold your hand everywhere and I'll protect you from everything" He promised, kissing the top of your head

You looked into his eyes and saw his confidence in keeping his word. You would undoubtedly be in good hands if you married him.

[fangirlfuel]

I Believe in You

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You knew something was off the moment Kimi walked into your apartment.

He always tried to hide his emotions ,stoic as ever, calm on the outside even when he was on fire inside. But you’d learned to read between the lines: the way he kicked his shoes off a little too fast, the quiet click of the door behind him instead of the usual slam, the way his bag landed on the floor with a heavy thud instead of being placed neatly on the hook.

You peeked up from the couch where you were curled under a blanket, your laptop softly humming beside you. "Hey," you said gently. "Long day?"

Kimi stood there for a moment, frozen like he didn’t know what to do with himself. And then, he nodded, barely. His blue eyes flicked to yours for a heartbeat, glassy with something he didn’t let out often.

"I signed," he finally said. His voice cracked in the middle.

You blinked. "Signed?"

He nodded again. "Mercedes. It’s official."

Your heart skipped a beat. "Wait, Kimi, are you serious?"

He gave you the tiniest smile, like it hurt him to do it, like the weight of the world was sitting on his chest. "Yeah. Toto called this morning. We signed. I’m in for next season."

You were on your feet in an instant, blanket forgotten on the floor. "Kimi! Oh my God!" you gasped, rushing over to him. "That’s amazing!"

But when you threw your arms around him, he didn’t hug you back right away. You pulled back a little to look up at him. That’s when you saw it, the tension in his jaw, the worry swimming in his eyes, his shoulders drawn up like he was waiting for someone to yell at him.

Your hands slid up to cup his face. "Hey. What’s going on? This is good news. Isn’t it?"

He exhaled, his voice small. "I should be happy. But all I feel is....pressure. Everyone’s expecting me to be the next Lewis or Michael or God even George. And I’m not. I’m just me."

You felt your heart shatter at the rawness in his voice.

"You’re not just anything, Kimi," you whispered.

He looked away, eyes glued to the floor. "What if I’m not ready? What if I mess it all up? What if I crash in my first race? What if–"

"Stop." You said it softly, but firmly, pulling him closer by the collar of his hoodie. "Kimi Antonelli, you are one of the most talented, hardworking, insanely driven people I have ever met. Mercedes didn’t choose you by accident. They see what I see. What everyone sees. You belong there."

He finally wrapped his arms around you, burying his face into your neck like he was a kid again, desperate to be held. You felt his body tremble slightly as he exhaled. Maybe relief. Maybe fear. Maybe both.

You ran your fingers through his dark curls, holding him tight.

"I’m scared," he admitted.

"I know," you said, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. "But that doesn’t mean you’re not ready."

"You were the first person I wanted to tell," he mumbled into your shoulder. "Even before my parents. Before anyone."

That made your chest squeeze with something so soft and warm it almost hurt.

"You’re the first person I wanted to celebrate with. But also....the first person I needed to tell because I knew you’d understand if I wasn’t jumping up and down."

You pulled back just enough to cup his face again, brushing your thumbs under his eyes. "Of course I understand. You’ve been dreaming of this since you were a kid. It’s not just about driving anymore ,it’s about pressure, and expectations, and cameras, and headlines. But Kimi, listen to me: none of that matters right now. What matters is you wanted this. You earned this. And you’re not alone."

His eyes softened, and for the first time since walking in, he looked like he could breathe again.

"You really think I can do it?"

"I know you can. Because I’ve seen you drive in the rain, in the chaos, in the worst conditions. I’ve seen you keep your head when everyone else loses theirs. And I’ve seen you come home after a bad race and still be kind. Still be good."

You took his hand and placed it over your heart. "You have this, Kimi. Right here. Every step of the way."

He pulled you into another hug, tighter this time, like he was holding onto an anchor.

You stayed like that for a long time, swaying a little in the quiet of your apartment. The soft hum of the radiator filled the silence, but it wasn’t awkward. It was the kind of silence that felt like home.

Finally, he pulled back and gave you a small, real smile. "You always know what to say."

"It’s part of the job description. Girlfriend, number one fan, and designated speech-giver."

He chuckled. "You forgot professional shoulder to cry on."

"And cuddler. And celebratory cake baker. Speaking of.. " You perked up. "We need cake. This is huge, Kimi."

His smile grew, and he nodded. "Can it be chocolate?"

"For the future Mercedes driver? Anything."

You tugged him toward the kitchen, your hands still linked. But just before you reached the doorway, he stopped you.

"Wait."

You turned, surprised.

He looked at you like you were his whole world, his thumb gently tracing over the back of your hand.

"Thank you," he said quietly. "For being proud of me even when I’m not sure I deserve it."

You leaned in and kissed him softly. "You always deserve it."

And that night, you made cake together badly, with flour in your hair and cocoa on his nose and he laughed more than he had in weeks. And when you curled up in bed later, wrapped around each other in the dark, he whispered into your skin:

"I think I can do this."

And you whispered back, with all the love in the world:

"You can. And I’ll be here for all of it."

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[liwysz]

Flower Language with Bouquets

Logan Sargeant x Oscar Piastri

Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 2,104

“Oh, good morning!” Oscar’s face lit up with a friendly smile as he climbed down the ladder, placing the watering can on the counter carefully. “How can I help you?”

“I’m here to pick up a bouquet I ordered earlier today.” The blond replied, frustration clear in his voice. Oscar immediately guessed which bouquet it was. “You’re the one who wants to tell someone to “fuck yourself” with flowers?” Oscar asked, trying to hide a smile as he mentioned the order. The blond only nodded, looking a bit embarrassed but determined.

Loscar flower shop Au because I was very upset with Logan leaving Formula 1 and I needed to make something fluffy.

Loscar Masterlist | F1 General Masterlist | Meet me

[hyunjinners]

✧:･ﾟRelationship With Christopher Bahng → Bang Chan x reader ˚₊· ꒰💙꒱

꒰ 命 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ꒱┊Headcanons what her relationship with Bang Chan would be like - from when they met to their courtship.

꒰ 命 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ꒱┊Bang Chan x Fem¡reader

꒰ 命 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ꒱┊Fluff, cute, comfort.

꒰ 命 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ꒱┊✦ english is not my first language; feedback's are welcome ✦ - just Bang Chan being the little snowball that he is 💞

꒰ 命 𝐖.𝐂 ꒱┊1,3k

꒰ 命 𝐀/𝐍 ꒱┊have a good read! :)

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Masterlist❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛He would definitely be the ideal type of dream boyfriend, those really from k-dramas.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Very affectionate and kind, always making sure you are okay, after all, your well-being is a guarantee of his well-being.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Your relationship is very strong and sincere, since you have known each other since you were children.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You were a little foreign girl in the middle of a country like Australia in search of new opportunities in life - at least that's what your parents told you -.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Your parents had a common friendship with Chan's parents, which in informal meetings resulted in more encounters between you.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛At first, your relationship was really sweet seeing your parents and other adults around you. Because Chan is one year older than you, he always felt the need to take care of you, despite being very young, he has always had this protective instinct when it comes to people who are important to him, especially when it comes to you.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Unfortunately, you were apart for a few years when he and his family returned to Korea. But even then they didn't lose contact, talking at least once in the whole week - since he was busy with all this question of trainee entering his life -❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛A little older then, you decided to move to Korea, a year before his debut. He was extremely happy to once again have the person he loves so much by his side at a time when he most needed it.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛After his career took off you couldn't be more than happy and very proud of him, and he of you, after all, you were committed to completing your studies after joining the most privileged college in Seoul.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Even with your studies and with his touring, you continued to have such a strong connection between you, even though sometimes you couldn't be alone - since you also created a strong friendship with the boys who, in turn, also love your company and love to steal your attention from him - .❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛After a while you couldn't deny that the moments you spent with him became more and more special and necessary, making you nervous and very anxious with his presence. You couldn't explain to yourself what was going on.❜ɞ

⊹₊ ̊ʚ❛After all, it was normal, wasn't it? He's your childhood friend, it's no big deal, it must be just a passing problem…right?❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Even if you didn't want to confess, you wondered deep down if he felt the same way. If, when I was away from you, I thought every moment anxious to see and touch you again.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You not only wanted, but needed his touch. He did you good and was always there for you, and you had confirmation of that in one of your hardest moments.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛It was testing season and you were too far away for a few days. He would text you or even call you, but in return he would only get short, perfunctory responses.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Worried, he immediately went to your house to see how you were doing. Even calling you several times, he was not answered. Lucky for her, he had his spare key, just in case. ❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Entering your home, he found you lying awkwardly and uncomfortably on top of your study material.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛He woke you up as gently as he could, being careful not to startle you. He noticed the dark circles under your eyes and the way you looked pale.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛He put you to bed and went to the nearest market as quickly as he could to cook you a simple dinner. He knew you weren't eating right just by looking at the state of your face.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Chan made a very colorful dish with salad and vegetables fresh and seasoned, just the way you like it when you're feeling down.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Upon regaining consciousness, you were desperate, saying how stupid you were for losing a little more than an hour of study - approximately the time you slept.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛His heart broke when he saw you on the verge of tears. He held you as tight as he could, laying with you on the bed and comforting you..❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛It may sound silly but he knew how hard it was for you and you will definitely never forget the way he complimented you on how smart and capable you are.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛After that day, whatever kind of work you had to do in college, he always made time to take care of you.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛It was winter when Chan decided to take you out for a day with him on your day off. You were super excited, since you hadn't seen each other in a few days.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You walked around the city of Seoul all day, in addition to stopping by your favorite cafe - where it had a very rustic and cozy structure. ❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛After watching the sunset together in a high place near his apartment, you decided to end the day watching a new Netflix k-drama.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Chan had his eyes closed leaning on his shoulder while you tried to pay attention to the series.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Without realizing it, his eyes gazed tenderly at the elder, imagining what it would be like to kiss him without worrying about a possible break in their friendship..❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛But, cowardly, you just pushed away your possibly inappropriate thoughts, only wishing to have him for yourself.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛And so it was days, which became weeks, which became months, with both sides needy yet cowed..❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You were afraid that at some point, you couldn't take it anymore and would just ruin your friendship by confessing your silly feelings..❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Avoiding him wasn't the smartest way out but it was the only exit you thought was effective.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Upset and confused, Chan looked for you at the college, because at the rate everything was going, he knew you wouldn't answer him if he called you at home.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛He patiently waited for his class to end while he waited outside, leaning back on the bench closest to his classroom door. After the sizable amount of students walked through the door, his heart ached in a good way when he saw you.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You were beautiful. You always are, of course, but to him your beauty grows more striking with each passing day. When you saw him walk towards you, you knew there would be no escape and, as much as you wanted to, you knew that running away would hurt your feelings even more.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛He thought it would be worse. You sat civilly in the cozy cafeteria that had recently opened next to the college..❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Initially the atmosphere was strange, but he, despite all his confusion and sadness, gave you space to speak in your time. After a few questions from him you let out the real reason: him. How nervous were you around him, the shame whenever he had a more tender touch on you…how much you love him. ❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛Again silence. Fear, you felt. No need, I would say. He got up, sat closer to you and hugged you like his life depended on it. He pulled back, staring into her eyes, gripping her jaw and bringing their lips together in need, passion, longing and love.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛After that day, everything got better between you and, consequently, it didn't take long for him to ask you on a date. The boys freaked out when they found out, they already knew about their mutual crush - but that didn't make them less excited.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛You knew you made the right choice because, not only on that awkward day at the coffee shop, but every day afterward he's proven that he loves you and always will.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛And you will always be around to return your feelings.❜ɞ

⊹₊˚ʚ❛original by:: @hyunjinners . Like × reblog¡!❜ɞ

[isacksteban]

touch starved with MarcMarc?

oh yesyesyes anon 🙏

Marc had always been the type to keep his emotions tightly wound, hidden behind a mask of determination and a fierce competitive spirit. It wasn’t that he didn’t crave connection — he did, desperately — but the fear of vulnerability, of showing even a hint of weakness, kept him from reaching out. Touch had become something foreign to him, something he ached for but couldn’t bring himself to ask for. Not since Valentino.

Marco, on the other hand, was a different kind of closed off. He wasn’t afraid of emotion; he wore his heart on his sleeve most days, especially around Marc. But when it came to the older rider, he hesitated. Marc’s stoic demeanor made him feel like any attempt at physical closeness would be unwelcome, rejected. So Marco kept his distance, though every fiber of his being wanted nothing more than to wrap Marc in his arms and never let go.

They danced around each other, caught in this unspoken tension, both yearning for the same thing but too afraid to act on it. Marc would find himself lingering near Marco longer than necessary, his hands twitching with the desire to reach out, to feel the warmth of Marco’s skin against his. Marco noticed, of course — how could he not? But every time he thought about bridging the gap, he convinced himself that Marc didn’t want it. Maybe Marc didn’t need the comfort, didn’t need the touch. Why would Marc Marquez need comfort from him? Need anything from him?

Days turned into weeks, and the tension between them only grew. They’d share glances that lasted a moment too long, fingers brushing against each other accidentally, sending sparks through both of them. It was torture, knowing they were so close yet still so far from what they truly wanted.

It finally came to a head one late afternoon, after a particularly grueling practice session. They were alone in their respective motorhomes, the atmosphere thick with the unspoken feelings that had been building for so long. Marc was sitting on the edge of his sofa, shoulders slumped, eyes distant. Marco walked out of his door, hands shoved into his pockets, heart pounding in his chest as he debated with himself, as he walked towards the structure with Marc's name on the door.

“Marc?” Marco’s voice was hesitant, almost trembling as he knocked. Marc was quick to his feet, opening the door as his eyes begansearching Marco’s face for something he couldn’t quite name. There was a silence, heavy and charged, before Marco finally continued, his voice barely above a whisper. “Can I hug you?”

The question hung in the air, and Marc felt something inside him crack, something he’d been holding back for too long. He swallowed hard, his throat tight as he nodded slowly. “Yeah,” he nodded, his voice rough with emotion, laced with fear, uncertainty, hesitant to let the younger boy too close. “Come here.”

Marco didn’t need to be told twice. He stepped forward, the gap between them closing with every heartbeat. His arms reached out, tentative at first, afraid that if he moved too quickly, Marc might pull away. But when he finally wrapped his arms around Marc, it was like everything fell into place. The tension that had been building between them for so long evaporated in that instant, replaced by a warmth that neither of them had realized just how desperately they needed.

Marc stiffened slightly at the initial contact, the sensation of Marco’s arms around him unfamiliar and overwhelming. But as the seconds ticked by, he found himself relaxing, melting into Marco’s embrace. He let out a shaky breath, his hands coming up to grasp the back of Marco’s shirt as if grounding himself in the reality of the moment.

It felt surreal — being held like this, feeling the steady rhythm of Marco’s heartbeat against his chest. Marc had spent so long keeping everyone at arm’s length, afraid of what it meant to let someone in again, to show that he wasn’t as strong as everyone thought he was. But with Marco, it was different. Marco wasn’t just anyone; he was someone Marc trusted, someone he cared about deeply, even if he hadn’t been able to fully admit it to himself before.

Marco’s hold tightened, his cheek resting against the top of Marc’s head. “You don’t have to be afraid with me,” he whispered, his voice soft and soothing. “I’m here, Marc. I’m not going anywhere.”

Marc closed his eyes, letting those words sink in, letting himself believe them. He had always prided himself on being strong, on being able to handle anything that came his way, but right now, in Marco’s arms, he allowed himself to be vulnerable, to admit that he wasn’t invincible.

“I’ve been so scared,” Marc admitted, his voice muffled against Marco’s shoulder. “I didn’t want you to think I was weak. I didn’t want to push you away.”

Marco’s heart ached at the confession, his fingers gently running through Marc’s hair. “You’re not weak,” he murmured. “You’re the strongest person I know, Marc. But even the strongest people need someone sometimes. And I’m here for you, okay?”

Marc didn’t respond right away, but he didn’t need to. The way he clung to Marco, the way his breathing began to steady, said everything. He wasn’t used to this — letting someone take care of him, letting someone see him like this. But with Marco, it felt okay. It felt right.

After a long moment, Marc finally pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Marco. His eyes were glassy, but there was a softness in them, a vulnerability that Marco hadn’t seen before. “Thank you,” Marc whispered, his voice barely audible.

Marco smiled, a gentle, reassuring smile that made Marc’s chest feel warm. “You don’t have to thank me,” Marco replied, his thumb brushing away a tear that Marc hadn’t realized had fallen. “I care about you, Marc. More than you know.”

Marc’s breath caught at those words, a lump forming in his throat. He had been so afraid of letting Marco in, of what it might mean if he did, but now, standing here in the warmth of Marco’s embrace, he realized that maybe it wasn’t so scary after all.

“I care about you too,” Marc whispered, the words feeling both terrifying and liberating. He leaned his forehead against Marco’s, their breaths mingling in the small space between them. “I didn’t know how to tell you… I didn’t know how to ask for this.”

Marco’s smile widened, his heart swelling with affection. “You don’t have to ask,” he said softly. “I’m here, Marc. Whenever you need me, I’m here.”

They stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, just holding each other, soaking in the comfort and the warmth of finally being close. For the first time in a long time, Marc felt like he didn’t have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders alone. He had Marco, and that was enough.

[tlambooku]

Oie divo td bem? Vi q vc escreve pra One Piece e queria saber se vc poderia fazer um imagine do Zoro x trans male reader??? Algo do tipo enimies to lovers com eles se dando bem no final 💙

Olá Anon! Como é a primeira vez que vou escrever algo assim em quase uma década,talvez não seja tão bom assim! Mas eu dei o meu melhor kkkk. Talvez eu possa fazer uma parte 2 com mais 'romance' na trama!

Sinopse: Reader está sofrendo com a disforia enquanto a tripulação aproveita um dia quente na praia,e seu rival de cabelos verdes surge para confortar sua mente confusa e insegura.

CW: Disforia de Gênero,Insegurança,Alto Depreciação.

Gênero: Fluffy,Comfort,Angst,Meio OOC! Ignorem qualquer erro de português podre por favor-

Aproveitem!!

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"Eu tenho medo de água". Era a melhor desculpa que dei na primeira vez que me insistiram para entrar na água com eles.

Não que eu odeie esses caras,pelo contrário! Foram a melhor coisa que já me aconteceu desde que Luffy me pediu para me juntar a sua tripulação, mas eu só...não poderia revelar isso a eles,não agora,quem sabe como eles iriam reagir,certo?

Mas eu odiava...eu odeio,na verdade...

Como todos os homens desse bando podiam despreocupadamente tomar um banho de mar salgado sem terem que cobrir o peito ou se preocupar,como seus corpos perfeitos não faziam eles se sentirem presos e em como eles estavam confortáveis ali,até mesmo Luffy que não devia estar ali por ser um usuário de Akuma no Mi parecia mais feliz do que eu.

As garotas tomando sol,me faz pensar sobre o quanto eu gostaria de ser "normal" como elas,o quanto eu gostaria de me irritar com Sanji como elas se irritam,mas não pelo flerte descarado,e sim pelo fato de que ele só faz isso por que eu me pareço com uma mulher,por quê na visão deles,eu SOU uma.

Eu odeio isso do inferno até a terra e odeio ser um covarde em não contar o quanto tudo isso me incomoda.

Zoro sempre foi o pior...claro,ele não está em pé de igualdade de Sanji,mas ele certamente é quem mais me irrita.

Sempre por ai andando com seu físico invejável,sendo o exemplo vivo da masculinidade e de como um homem deveria ser! Ele é forte,ele não se importa,e sempre faz questão de me lembrar que não importa o que eu faça,eu não chegaria aos pés dele! Por quê? Por quê ele é importante pro bando,por quê ele tem um papel importante,"ele vai ser o melhor espadachim do mundo" e blah blah blah,como se esfragasse na minha cara que ele é tudo o que eu queria ser desde que pus os pés no navio dos Chapéu de Palha!

Deus eu odeio esse cabeça de musgo-

"Você vai ficar com a cabeça aí no sol o dia inteiro?"—. Uma voz me tirou de meus pensamentos,me lembrando de onde estava.

Já fazia alguns dias que estavamos descansando nessa ilha,e hoje mais uma vez,nossa tripulação decidiu fazer um churrasco na beira da praia e nadar um pouco na água refrescante do grande vasto azul,mas diferente dos meus amigos,cá estava eu novamente,encostado na proa do Going Merry enquanto observava eles se divertirem na água com seus trajes de banho,enquanto nem sequer tirar meu moletom eu tirei...e porra, estava fazendo calor.

"É eu já falei,eu não gosto de mar..."—. Franzindo a testa e respondendo rispido,eu pensei sobre o quão estúpido eu parecia agora,antes de olhar para aquele idiota de cabeça verde ao meu lado.

"E ainda assim decidiu se tornar uma pirata,garota?...no caso,uma galinha assada se continuar no sol assim"—. Zoro sufoca uma risada enquanto me olha,a garrafa de cerveja em mãos enquanto ele da um gole na bebida,e meus olhos atravessam seu físico como navalhas.

Odeio como ele se paresse,odeio quanto ele me chama de "garota".

"Aí,não me enche cabeça de chá verde! Vai se perder por ai vai!"—. Bufando,eu me afasto da proa e me viro para voltar ao meu quarto,quando eu escuto aquela risada maldita atrás de mim,eu poderia imaginar nitidamente aquele sorriso de idiota em seu rosto de merda,olhando pra mim como se ele fosse superior a mim.

"Pelo menos eu não fico por ai choramingando só por quê eu tenho frescura com água!"—. Oh,era um desafio? Ele diz antes de se virar para descer do Merry.

"Escuta aqui,medo e frescura são coisas diferentes,mas obviamente tonto do jeito que você é,nunca saberia a diferença!"—. Eu me viro para ele irritado.Desafio ou não,ele sempre consegue rastejar por baixo da minha pele e atiçar meus nervos de uma forma até sobrenatural,sempre me fazendo me perder na minha própria mentira...mas é melhor assim! As chances deles descobrirem são menores desse jeito.

"Não tira o fato de que você é uma C O V A R D E."—. Ook,ele conseguiu. Descendo do Merry,eu troto atrás dele irritado,pensando que talvez eu devesee engolir meu ego,mas eu não poderia.

"Covarde nada! Se eu quiser eu entro no mar na hora que eu bem entender!"—. Eram brigas infantis,em geral,e eu sempre só deixava pra lá mas...hoje parecia diferente,eu não sabia o por quê eu estava me irritando tão facilmente assim.

"Pff,tá bom então chata, vai lá"—. Ele dá de ombros enquanto se aproxima dos outros,como se não se importasse,no caso...ele só não se importa mesmo,ele sempre faz isso,só pra me irritar...e funcionava.

"Vou mesmo! Mais não é por que você falou!"—. Eu me aproximo da água e tiro meus chinelos,eu podia escutar Chopper e Luffy em suas boias me chamando animados,junto com Nami,não doeria eu me divertir um pouco né? Eram meus amigos afinal,que mal teria?

Era isso que eu pensava mas....eu senti minhas mãos tremerem enquanto eu levantava a barra do moletom,uma sensação ruim de ansiedade e desconforto e ai eu só...travei.

Eu queria...queria ir nadar com eles e me divertir,mas eu só não...consegui.

"Tudo bem,(s/n)?"—. Eu senti uma mão no meu ombro,e eu encontrei o olhar preocupado e um sorriso terno de Robin. "Esta quente hoje, mas eu só vou colocar os pés na água, se quiser me acompanhar sinta-se a vontade"—. Sorrindo,ela concerta seu chapéu para a proteger do sol e se aproxima da água, eu me pergunto como elas fazem isso tão facilmente? Nami e Robin não se sentem incomodadas com seu corpo...já eu...

Suspirando,eu vou junto de Robin até a beira do mar,as ondas suaves e frescas molhando meus pés,era um alivio naquele calor já que eu me "recusava" a tirar meu moletom.

"(S/n), não acha que tá muito quente não?"—. Robin me diz,seus pés na água também,eu sabia que ela estava preocupada com esse fato já que qualquer um poderia desmaiar de calor se usasse um moletom em plenos 38° graus.

"A-ah não, tá...am...tá até fresquinho hoje,eu tô de boa!"—. Eu engulo seco,coçando a nuca em vergonha...por que eu tô fazendo isso? Eu devia voltar pro navio.

Robin me dá um olhar de aviso e confusão,ela sabia que tinha algo de errado mas...parecia que não era o momento certo pra me questionar,apesar de quê não era a primeira vez que eu agia assim em qualquer ocasião,então ela só concordou e voltou a curtir a água refrescante,me fazendo agradecer mentalmente por ela não forçar o questionamento.

Isso até os outros na água virem me atormentar também.

"(S/n) vem nadar com a gente!"—. Nami me chama alegremente,enquanto Luffy em sua boia vermelha complementa com um sorriso de bochecha a bochecha. "É a água tá ótima!"

"GERONIMO!"—. Antes de eu despensar eles,Usopp passa por nos correndo e pula na água,espirrando água na gente. Robin rindo um pouco,se afasta para pegar seu drink que estava ao lado de sua cadeira,me deixando ali com os pés na água.

"Haha não gente,eu tô bem aqui!"—. Sorrindo um pouco,eu observo como eles reclamam e insistem mais,rindo. Eles eram legais comigo...eu poderia contar pra eles,certo? Nada ia dar errado né?.

"Claro né, com o seu medo besta de água~"—. E o idiota ataca novamente,com aquele sorriso estúpido dele vindo ao meu lado,ele só gostava de me perturbar e todas as minhas esperanças iam pro saco.

"Para-"—. Eu o olha de lado,como um aviso e murmurando de dentes cerrados. "Você não tem coisa melhor pra fazer não em Zoro??"

"Nah,eu gosto de como você olha pra mim quando eu te irrito,garota"—. Garota garota garota,sempre garota! porra como eu odeio isso.

"Então eu vou furar meus olhos só pra não te olhar mais"—. Eu murmuro amarga.

"Meio impossível"—. Ele dá de ombros e me olha,não parecendo que iria me largar o pé por um tempo. Eu apenas bufei e olhei pro mar novamente, vendo todos na água enquanto brincava com a barra do meu moletom,não percebi que Zoro estava me observando.

"Por quê não tira isso e vai nadar também?"—. Zoro diz do nada,me fazendo pular um pouco,pela primeira vez o tom de voz dele não era irritado ou sarcástico quando direcionado a mim.

"E-em? Ah,eu não quero não"—. Eu digo cruzando os bracos e virando a cara.

"Foi por causa do quê eu te falei ou por quê você tem vergonha?"—. Ele bufa,dando um gole de sua cerveja quase vazia.

"Am? Oxe nenhuma das duas! Primeiro que eu não tenho vergonha e segundo que eu não me importo com o quê você fala!"—. Virando o rosto,lá estava de novo,aquele sorriso idiota. "O quê?....."

"Você tem vergonha sim~"—. Ele zomba,obviamente ele estava brincando,mas eu estava levando até que bem a sério aquela merda. "Não tenho não!"—. Eu respondo.

"Tem sim"—. Ele afirma,e me estressando com a chatice dele,eu chuto um punhado de areia em direção a ele. "Já falei que não tenho o desgraça!"—. Eu falo alto,não percebendo que a tripulação agora estava mais focada na gente do quê nas atividades ali.

Zoro parecendo surpreso,olhou para seu calção e pernas cheias de areia,voou areia até no vidro da cerveja dele e em seu corpo,o que me fez meio desconfortável,talvez eu tenha ido longe ou talvez tenha passado um mico?

"Porra,foi mal-"—. E ao tentar me aproximar pra me desculpar,ele deixou o vidro de lado e veio ate mim,me pegando nos braços.

Tudo que eu senti foi o mundo girando e ele me jogando pelo moletom na água,fazendo eu me molhar e meu moletom sair ate a altura da cabeça do meu corpo,me fazendo gritar meio abafado com o tecidp molhado cobrindo minha cara.

"AH- *COF* *COF* IDIOTA!"—. Eu tiro meu moletom encharcado para não abafar meu rosto e olho pra ele,irritado na praia assim como os outros enquanto eu me sentava no raso como um sapo molhado.

"Ninguém mandou me tacar areia inferno! Agora aprende!"—. Ele aponda o dedo pra mim enquanto Sanji vem ate ele para brigar sobre "como não tratar uma dama" ou algo assim,vendo meus amigos rindo,meu aborrecimento passou para uma leve graça,enquanto eu ria um pouco com eles,porém minha graça acabou quando vi minha blusa branca,agora encharcada,ficar transparente por causa da água e grudar no meu corpo.

Enquanto a briga de Zoro e Sanji se desenrolava e os outros riam,eu só parecia ficar mais e mais desconfortável,ao me levantar,pude sentir os olhos em mim,se era coisa da minha cabeça ou não eu não sabia,mas estava machucando.

Eu não queria que ninguém visse.

Rapidamente pegando meu moletom,eu saio da água,me cobrindo com a peça molhada enquanto as pressas calço meus chinelos.

"(S/n)?"—. Eu escuto alguém me chamar,mas naquele momento eu não me importava,nem tinha reparado quando Zoro parou de brigar com Sanji e me observou.

Com um sorriso forçado,eu abano minha mão enquanto tropeço na areia,quase cambaleando pra fora da praia indo em direção ao navio,eu me sentia envergonhado e desconfortável,meu estômago se revirando só pela ideia de alguém ver qualquer pedaço de pele que houvesse debaixo da minha blusa ensopada)

"Eu vou trocar de roupa gente,daqui a pouco eu volto!"—. E nisso,eu rapidamente volto pro Merry,segurando apertado meu moletom contra o meu peito,a mentira queimando minha língua quando eu sei que minha intenção é me trancar no quarto e nunca mais sair.

Até entrar no quarto e bater a porta atrás de mim,nem percebi que meus olhos ardiam pela vontade de chorar,e meu corpo estava tremendo quando eu descartei o moletom molhado de lado e me escorei na porta,um milhão de pensamentos em minha mente.

Eu passei vergonha? Eu fui idiota? Alguém reparou em mim? Eu deixei o clima pesado? Por quê eu tô desse jeito? Por que eu sou assim?

Frustado,eu vou até a frente do espelho naquele quarto minúsculo e me olho através dele. Era um quarto pequeno que Luffy me deixou usar,já que eu não gostava de dormir com as garotas e muito menos com os homens,foi ai que Zoro começou a me chamar de fresco...ou "fresca"...enfim,talvez ele tenha razão.

Talvez isso tudo seja frescura minha.

Querendo ser algo que eu não sou.

"Eu sou um esquisito..."—. Murmurando,apenas me sento ali naquele canto,pensativo,as lágrimas ameaçando escorrer pelo rosto.

Não sei quanto tempo passou,minutos,horas...eu apenas permaneci lá,em confusão.

Não sei por quê eu sinto isso...eu só quero...ficar aqui.

Erguendo a cabeça,eu não havia percebido que alguém estava batendo na porta,eu não queria que alguém se incomodasse comigo,não por um motivo bobo ou por preocupação.

"U-um momento!"—. Eu rapidamente me levanto e enxugo os olhos,me aproximando da porta e abrindo ela,pensei que poderia ser Robin ou Chopper,mas a última pessoa que eu imaginaria que poderia vir a bater em minha porta estava logo ali,um olhar que eu não conseguia distinguir.

"Tudo bem? Você demorou"—. Ele como sempre,com sua voz rispida e falta de senso,já diz entrando no meu quarto.

"Se preocupou?"—. Não pude evitar de ser um pouco sarcástico no momento,ele era uma das razões de eu me sentir tanto como um...idiota.

"Eu não,mas os outros acharam que você tinha caido e batido a cabeça,de novo"—. Zoro da alguns passos dentro do cubiculo,olhando em redor antes de seus olhos pousarem em minha forma.

"Hah...engraçado"—. Suspirando e fechando os olhos,eu me asusstei um pouco quando ele derrepente se aproximou,o rosto próximo enquanto me examinava.

"Você tava chorando?"—. Ele diz,eu podia sentir a respiração de cerveja em meu rosto,mas não me incomodou tanto quanto o fato de que ele percebeu que meus olhos estavam úmidos e avermelhados.

"Não!"—. Eu digo rapidamente antes de afastar ele e ir em direção a minha cama.

"Fumando é que não tava,não tem cheiro de fumaça aqui"—. Ele aponta,me olhando em confusão. "Am?? Por que diabos você chegou nessa conclusão? Eu- ugh...eu desisto"—. Suspiro me sentando no colchão macio,com o meu rosto entre minhas mãos,esse dia só ficava pior.

"Você tava chorando por quê eu te joguei na água?"—. Ele diz depois de um momento de silêncio,se movendo pelo meu quarto enquanto eu mantinha minha cabeça baixa,apenas ouvindo seus passos no chão de madeira. "Não eu não tava...por quê você tá me perguntando isso também em?"—. Eu suspiro,antes de olhar pra cima e pular um pouco quando ele bate um banquinho de madeira na minha frente e se senta virado de frente para mim.

"Tá,eu não sei o quê que tá rolando,e muito menos sou bom com essas coisas, mas eu já tenho o idiota do sombrancelhudo me enchendo o saco e eu não preciso de você indo no mesmo rumo também, então só me fala que bicho te mordeu"—. Ele diz me encarando...ele tava realmente querendo me ouvir? O que diabos deu nele? "Porra quem é você e o que fez com o Zoro?"—. Eu murmuro desanimado,o olhando.

"Para de gracinha e fala logo mulher idiota-"—. Ele diz antes de eu o cortar. "Não me chama assim..."—. Me encolho um pouco,olhando pro chão.

"De idiota?"—. Ele pergunta confuso.

"De mulher..."—. Pronto,falei.

Ele parou por um tempo e me encarou,eu podia sentir o peso em seu olhar e como a confusão em suas iris penetravam minha pele,o sangue esquentando minhas bochechas,lágrimas ameaçando cair novamente enquanto eu dou tudo de mim para não parecer patético na frente dele.

"Por quê? Você acha desrespeitoso?"—. Foi o máximo que ele conseguiu dizer ao perguntar.

"Não é que é desrespeitoso...eu só..."—. Eu esfrego o rosto em frustração,deus isso era difícil pra caralho.

"Ah,tem vergonha por quê é muito direto!"—. Ele aponta,e eu olho pra ele em confusão. "Quê? Não isso não fez nem sentido! É que...Eu não tenho vergonha do meu corpo,é só que...parece que eu tô no corpo errado"—. Engolindo seco,eu abraço meus joelhos e olho para baixo,não querendo encontrar seu olhar.

"Como assim?"—. Ele continua me olhando,esse cabeça de alga marinha idiota,como sempre me dando nos nervos.

"Eu não gosto de ser menina Zoro"—. Eu digo da forma mais direta possível,e apesar da simplicidade,eu senti como se um peso saisse do meu peito. "Eu não gosto de me parecer como uma menina,usar roupas de menina,falar como uma menina,ter que agir como uma menina,ser menina! Eu não quero isso,eu quero me parecer como você,como o Luffy,Usopp,Sanji,enfim! Eu só quero ser igual a vocês!"—. Eu podia sentir meus olhos arderem.

"Tipo...ser homem?"—. Ele inclina a cabeça,a esse ponto eu não me importava mais,eu só queria desabafar e falar tudo,e parecia que era isso que ele queria também.

"É, exatamente! Ser homem! Ter um corte de cabelo legal,uma voz grossa,corpo maneiro com músculos legais e quando todo mundo me ver por ai vão me chamar por um nome de menino,e não de (S/n)! E ninguém vai me dizer que eu não sou um homem de verdade,e ai eu vou poder nadar com vocês sem me sentir mal em tirar a roupa!"—. A esse ponto,as lágrimas já escorriam,eu parecia um idiota sensível mas eu não me importava mais.

Depois de um tempinho de silêncio,Zoro finalmente fala.

"Só isso?"—. Ele me olha,e eu olho para ele incrédulo,com o rosto molhado de lágrimas,meu coração indo ate meu estômago e voltando,ele realmente não se importava e ouviu isso tudo por nada?? "Como assim só isso??"—. Eu quase bati nele,felizmente ele recuou um pouco e lavantou as mãos para mim.

"Ei ei ei calma! Não que eu esteja te invalidando ou algo assim!"—. Ele me olha,tentando me acalmar enquanto franze a testa. "E você sabe o que invalidar significa?-"—. Eu bufo,e ele me da um petelco na testa.

"Deixa eu terminar idiota"—. Ele afasta a mão para tirar um punhado do meu cabelo e o afastar para trás,me observando enquanto eu o olho surpreso. "Bom,até que não ficaria mal de cabelo curto mesmo"—. Isso me pegou de surpresa,definitivamente!

"E-em?"—. Eu o olho em confusão,enquanto ele mantém a mão na minha cabeça. "Se era só isso,por quê você não disse antes que se sentia assim? Achou que a gente ia fazer o quê? Te jogar para um Rei do Mar só por quê você quer ter um pal?-".

"Zoro!!"—. Eu reeprendo ele,com vergonha,enquanto ele sorri de lado e bagunça meu cabelp. "Jeez relaxa...o ponto aqui é...se você quer ser um homem,seja um homem,você é livre pra ser você mesmo e ninguém aqui vai te julgar por isso,eu posso não entender tudo mas agora eu entendo o por quê você agiu daquela forma...como sempre agiu no caso"—. Ele comenta em um tom mais sério,me deixando sem palavras no momento.

"Ninguém vai gostar menos de você por isso,só...seja você, e seja feliz,e se você ser feliz vai significar que você vai pegar menos no meu pé então-"—. Sem deixar ele terminar,eu rapidamente pulo em seu pescoço e o abraço,qualquer ressentimento por ele sendo esquecido e derretido naquele exato momento. "Obrigado..."—. Escondo meu rosto em seu ombro,as lágrimas de preocupação e vergonha agora sendo de alegria.

Ele não diz nada,mas de uma maneira estranha e constrangida ele da algumas batidas nas minhas costas,milagrosamente não me afastando! Se eu contasse para o meu eu do passado que estaria abraçando Roronoa Zoro enquanto chorava,eu me daria um tiro.

Depois de um tempo assim,quando seu ombro ficou molhado o suficiente,ele me afasta. "Ok ok,vamos lá, primeira lição como homem,homens não choram!"—. Ele diz,tentando parecer sério mas eu sabia que ele estava brincando...bem no fundo.

"Haha,não rola esse papo não"—. Eu fungo feliz,limpando o resto das lágrimas.

"Mmh...tem muito o que aprender ainda"—. Ele murmura,e eu olho pra ele de lado. "Vai me ensinar é?"—. Eu rio,e ele bufa e cruza os braços, me olhando. "Ser homem é muito mais que aparência! Mas depois eu te passo o curso,agora você tem que se preocupar em contar isso pro resto da tripulação"—. Ele aponta para a porta com o polegar,e logo minhas inseguranças voltam.

"Tem isso ne..."—. Eu murmuro,antes de suspirar,mas logo Zoro me da outro peteleco,me fazendo olhar pra ele meio irritado.

"Pode parar,se você contou isso pra mim sendo que você me odeia,contar pra eles vai ser mamão com açúcar!"—. Ele bufa se levantando do banquinho,colocando ele de lado.

"Ah tipo...eu não te odeio,mas também não gosto sabe? Te acho muito metido andando por ai com esse peito mostrando"—.Eu zombo,e ele me olha com arrogância. "O que te falta em tamanho você tem em inveja!"—. Ele bufa,e ele tocou na ferida,definitivamente. "....ué? Você tem mesmo?"—. Ele me olha com surpresa.

"Cala a boca vai! Vamo la contar pros outros"—. Exclamando em irritação, eu me levanto e me estico.

"Vai lá desse jeito?"—. Ele me olha de cima a baixo,e eu percebi que não tinha trocado de roupa. "Ah,é mesmo,espera aí!"—. Eu me viro para ir ao banheiro me trocar,quando ele me para,eu o olho em confusão e me viro para ele. "Zoro?"—.

"Não tô falando só de roupa não. . ."—. Ele coloca uma mão em uma de suas katanas,e eu só podia pensar "que merda".

E foi assim que o cara mais chato dessa tripulação cortou o meu cabelo e me deu uma muda de roupas masculinas para me vestir!

E foi ele quem ficou do meu lado enquanto eu me assumia para o resto da tripulação,não tirando os olhos de mim por um segundo e jurando que eu mão iria perceber isso.

Eu fiquei muito feliz quando a tripulação me apoiou de braços abertos,me fazendo questionar o por quê diabos eu tinha receios sobre eles.

Agora eu tenho um novo nome,Zoro me ajudou a escolher incrivelmente! Eu gosto de como a gente parou de brigar e estamos nos tornando mais proximos....agora enxergo um lado dele que eu nunca poderia ver antes com outros olhos.

Pode ser até difícil ser um homem agora mas...eu tô muito feliz,e admito que mais feliz ainda por quê o cabeça de musgo tá comigo nessa.

E no final,eu não tinha realmente medo de água! Eu tinha medo de ser eu de verdade.