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Apparently Miles is a JJK fan (in the comics)

If you put these two in a room together I think the result would be adorable 🥺

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man of dreams misunderstanding

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uh oh...

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happy puppy day 🍙🐶

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feed back and reblogs are always appreciated my girliees <333

virgin!nerdjo who pulled a total certified baddie in college by being…himself.

awkward, dorky, too tall for his own good, always pushing up those stupid glasses with ink-stained fingers— it was him. somehow, you wanted him. he doesn't understand how he got so lucky, but he's not about to question it. 

virgin!nerdjo got one mission : being good to you. especially in bed. because when you kissed him for the first time, straddling his lap, grinding that perfect little body against him, he nearly came in his pants. he gripped your waist a little too tight to keep you from moving too much. it's humiliating how quickly he was about to fold, how his cock throbs desperately just from the heat of you.

virgin!nerdjo isn't completely clueless—he's read about sex, heard about it, he's not that innocent. but knowing and doing are two completely different things. and he realized it the second you grinded on him. he damn near whimpered. bit down hard on his lip to swallow it back.

virgin!nerdjo needs to learn. he thinks porn might help—big mistake. it's all so…aggressive. male-centered. nothing about it feels right. he watches a few clips, cringing the entire time, then slams his laptop shut and scrubs a hand down his face. he should have listened when geto used to go on and on about his exploits. should have paid attention instead of rolling his eyes and tuning him out.

so he does what he does best. he researches. virgin!nerdjo orders a book called ‘The Art of Female Pleasure.’ and the moment it arrives, he's on it. glasses slipping down his nose, hunched over the pages, absorbing every word like it's the most important text he's ever studied. he dedicates days to this. nights. rereads passages, highlights sections. he doesn't just want to be good. he wants to be perfect. because you're a baddie—a pro— and he's so fucking lucky. what if you jump on him any time soon and he's still not ready? that idea terrifies him.

virgin!nerdjo gets so into it that he even starts to scroll through forums. he reads firsthand experiences, studying anatomy diagrams until his face is burning and his cock is achingly hard beneath the sheets. because it's not just learning, it's imagining.

virgin!nerdjo who imagines you underneath him, pretty lips parted in gasps, legs spread as he slides his fingers over you just like the book describes. he imagines how wet you'd get if he did everything right. if he took his time, kissed his way down your body, licked into you like he's read—slow, deep, deliberate. he wonders if you'd tug on his hair, if you'd cry out his name, if you'd shake when you come, thighs squeezing around his head—

fuck. horny thoughts took over him as he bucks up into nothing. he wants it. so bad. 

and the next time you're kissing, you instantly notice how his hands get bolder, slipping under your shirt, trailing fire down your spine. how he suddenly knows excatly where to touch, where to squeeze, when to roll his hips just right—letting you feel the size of him, the hard, thick heat pressing up against you. you break the kiss, breathless. “since when do you do all that?”

virgin!nerdjo swallows thickly, ears burning red. “…i've been studying.”

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for @miscellaneous-misty

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I NEED A BIG BUFF MAN WHIMPERING IN MY EAR NOWWW!!!!

or some grunts 😩😩😩😩 bruh if i ever get my hands on them… my legs will be LOCKED around their waist… we having a baby!!!!

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"... why here?"

"because we're here to find where the database is"

you give shin, who was sitting on the toilet lid, a incredulous look

"this is the men's bathroom, shin..."

"so?" he mutters, flipping onto the next page of the manga he was reading. "besides, i came prepared" he motions to the manga

"prepared for what? getting your ass kicked if they find us in here?" you raise a brow, scoffing at how ridiculous he sounded. earlier on the way to the men's bathroom (you still don't know why he chose this as the first location to snoop in), he was talking about how he didn't get to experience the typical high school tropes. shit like getting bullied, skipping classes, those type of things

and so he thought why not tick off his "if i were in highschool" bucket list here in JCC? it's hitting two birds with one stone. at least that's what shin said

"for the high school experience? duh" he says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "look at this part, this guy is caught by his senpai hiding in the bathroom like us!"

shin points towards a small panel on the manga. he was a little too excited for this if you were being honest. rolling your eyes, you lean back on the icky bathroom walls that were filled with gravure japanese idols

you think it's stupid that shin's doing all this but he begs to differ

"it's not stupid. it's ticking things off my bucket list!" he scoffs, reading your mind. he then pulls a pack of cigarettes from his back pocket and offers you one, "want one?"

you shake your head no. not wanting to corrode your lungs further. it's already bad that you're inhaling his smoke. second hand smoking as the doctors say

"i'm not ruining your lungs" he grumbles, reading your mind again

"you are though" you retort. shin ignores you and takes a drag from his cigarette. the smoke curls around the cramped space forcing you to fan your face. you then start coughing loudly to make him feel bad

"don't be dramatic, y/n" shin rolls his eyes

"second hand smoking. just what i needed"

"not my fault you're literally by my side all the time!" he shoots back

your eye twitches. sometimes you and shin can just go out it for no reason. maybe it's because you two are so alike but so different at the same time. or maybe because shin's a little hard headed at times that you just naturally butt heads over the tiniest thing

before you two could start arguing, the door to the men's bathroom swings open with a loud bang

"WHERE ARE YOU NATSUKI?!" the person who just entered yells out loud

you freeze, exchanging a worried look with shin. the man's footsteps are loud against the floor as he slams every cubicle in his way. his voice getting louder the closer he gets to your cubicle

"HERE? OR HERE?!" the man continues to yell out

shin puts a finger to his lips, signaling you to keep quiet. without any warning or whatsoever, he suddenly pins you against the bathroom wall. his arms on each side of your head

"shin, what the fu–"

your words are caught up in your throat when the realization of how close he was hits. you can literally feel his breath fan your face. you even catch a whiff of the mixture of his cologne and the faint smell of mint coming off from his cigarette

a surprising intoxicating mix that honestly made your head spin

your cubicle slams open. you flinch a little but shin's reflex was faster. he leans even closer, foreheads basically touching. your eyes meet his. they flicker towards the intruder then back to yours. you kinda get the hint. it was to play along

"what the–" the man is stunned at the sight

there was no time for hesitation so you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. 'this is so fucking weird', you think to yourself. you avoid shin's eyes for the most part but how can you avoid the weird tingling sensation in your stomach?

were those butterflies?

"what the fuck?! who are you two?! sneaking off to make out in the men's bathroom!" the man scolds, quickly turning away

when you muster your courage to look at shin, he winks at you before he glances back at the man who "caught" you two in the cubicle "making out"

"this must be the part where we get caught then get scolded by a senpai!" shin exclaims, grabbing his manga off the floor to show off to the man

"what?" the man snaps, getting confused by what shin meant

shin suddenly whips out a little checklist and shows it to the man

"we're currently doing the 'skipping class together to make out' trope! we always wanted to do this" shin hums in delight, ticking off a random box from the checklist that it honestly makes you laugh at how stupid he sounded

the man is angered the more shin talks so he grabs shin by his collar and pulls him up. you react quickly but shin holds his hand out, silently telling you that he can handle this

"KEEP MESSING WITH ME AND I'LL KILL YOU AND YOUR LADY, YOU LITTLE–"

the man is cut off with shin hitting him square on the jaw with an uppercut. the man is rendered unconscious and falls back on the toilet, completely unconscious

you let out a little yelp at the thud, startled at how abrupt that escalated and how shin managed to just.. do his thing

shin turns to you and holds his hand out for you to take. you grab it and he easily pulls you away from the unconscious man

"this is the part where i say 'leave us alone, senpai'" shin recites, reading off the manga again, "man, i feel like a teenager" he muses to himself

"you just sound like an idiot" you comment, brushing your clothes, ignoring the way your heart is pounding against your chest. you try to block off the memory of shin's face that was up close and personal earlier

"oh come on. i just want to experience what it's like to go to school– wait, why are you turning red?" shin gives you a concerned look

you shake your head as you look away, "nothing"

shin watches you for a brief moment before shrugging

"let's just find that damn database and get out of here" you grumbled, refusing to meet his eyes because if you would, you could only think about how close he was to you earlier and how good he actually looks up close. most of all, how he made your heart skip a beat with just a wink

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zoro and ussop in that one ep or smth

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Dumb idea i had

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How does one go abt writing face sitting 👎

as one who has not partaken in such an activity, i have no fucking clue what i’m doing.

‘oh wow, his nose is inside my booty hole. nice.’

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Hi

The other day I read that polar bears are the only ones that see human as food

Maybe you can write something about law and a fem reader that he want her in his crew but she is scare about bepo

awww i adore this 🔥🔥

The Negotiation

Pairing: Law x Marine Biologist!Reader

cw: fluff, sad Bepo, GN!Reader

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The Polar Tang rocks gently beneath your feet, the steady hum of the engine filling the otherwise silent space. You sit stiffly on a bench in the dining room, which is currently being used as a sort of meeting area.

On the other side of the table, Trafalgar Law watches you with a measured gaze, his tattooed fingers idly tapping against the hilt of Kikoku. Behind him stands the large, imposing figure of Bepo.

"You've been staring at us for thirty minutes." Law’s voice is dry, laced with a hint of impatience.

"Yeah," You mutter, eyes flicking nervously between the captain of the Heart Pirates and it’s first mate. "I’m… thinking."

Law sighs, dropping his elbows onto the table and leaning closer. "Thinking about what?"

Your lips press together. This is embarrassing. "About whether or not I actually want to join your crew."

"You practically jumped at the offer when I saved your life."

"Yeah, well, I didn't realize your first mate was a damn bear."

At that, Law blinks. His brow furrowing and a frown settling on his features. "What?"

Silence. Then, a slow exhale through Law’s nose. He pinches the bridge of it, like he’s suddenly developing a headache.

"You’re scared of Bepo."

"I'm cautious of Bepo," You correct with a scoff. "Which is perfectly reasonable, by the way."

This is something of a new experience.  Law has never met anyone who’s had issues with Bepo; whether it’s elderly or children.  

Bepo is something of the poster child for the Heart Pirates; the one that even government officials seem to adore.

It doesn’t matter where they dock—whether it’s a bustling trade island or a tiny fishing village, Bepo is always met with open arms. Children tugging at his paws, old women fawning over his fur, and even hardened mercenaries found themselves offering him snacks.

That’s just how it is.

So this?

This is new.

Law watches as you stiffened the second Bepo so much as shifts in place. Your fingers twitch at your sides, as if resisting the urge to bolt. Your gaze never leave the mink—your expression caught somewhere between wide-eyed panic and calculated wariness.

Bepo himself looks absolutely devastated. His round ears flattened, amber eyes shimmering with confusion and hurt.

Law glances at Bepo for a moment, his mouth ticking at his sullen expression before he turns back towards you,  He stares at you like you have personally insulted his intelligence. "He's a mink."

"No. A polar bear."

"He's my navigator."

"He's still a polar bear."

Law lets out an exhausted sigh and runs a hand through his dark hair. "He’s also a pescatarian, if that helps you sleep at night."

You squint at him. "Is that a confirmed fact?"

"You think I’d keep a man-eating bear on my crew?"

"You seem like the type to not care as long as he follows orders," You grumble under your breath.

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

Law groans, he can already feel a headache forming behind his eyes.  Perhaps he should just throw you off the ship- it would save him the trouble. 

"You're a marine biologist." Law finally says, his voice calm measured. "You’ve made a living studying the ocean, analyzing the behaviors of all sorts of dangerous creatures—sharks, sea kings, poisonous jellyfish—"

"Yes." You nod firmly, arms crossed. "But none of those are polar bears."

Law nearly lets out a growl of annoyance, his hand tightening around his sword. "Bepo is not just a polar bear—"

"He's a talking polar bear," You interrupt once again, jabbing a finger towards the miffed animals. "Which makes him an intelligent predator. You do realize polar bears are one of the few animals that see humans as food, right?"

From his spot near the table, Bepo lets out an indignant huff. "I don’t eat people."

“Tch.”

Bepo’s ears flatten.

Law sighs, glancing between the two of you. This certainly wasn’t what he had expected when he had saved you. 

He had found you stranded on a wrecked research ship, a brilliant marine biologist with a sharp mind and a sharper tongue.  Your ship had been obliterated by a sea king, and you were left clinging to a desk that was surprising buoyant.

Law had just happened to be sailing through the waters when he stumbled upon you.  And upon further investigation, he’d found out that you are a marine biologist, someone who would certainly be a worthy addition to the Heart Pirates.

You would be a valuable asset to his crew—you can identify plenty of marine plants and animals on a whim.  And it just so happens that Bepo was in need of a health provider.  Sure, Law could do the bare necessities for the polar bear, but at the end of the day: Bepo is an animal.  And Law is not a veterinarian.

You were practically a saving grace for the Heart Pirates- if not for the minor inconvenience that you were convinced his first mate was going to eat you.

"Look," Law said, his patience thinning. "You have nowhere else to go. The marines will assume you’re dead, and I’m offering you a place on my crew. You’d have access to research equipment, rare sea life, and more knowledge than you’d ever get working under the government."

You hesitated. He wasn’t wrong. The opportunity was once-in-a-lifetime, and the idea of working on a submarine—an actual functioning research station on the sea—was more tempting than you cared to admit.

But there was still the issue of the polar bear.

As if sensing your hesitation, Law ran a hand down his face. Then, before you could react, he turned toward Bepo.

"Sit."

Bepo immediately plopped onto the floor.

"Stay."

Bepo freezes in place, unmoving.

Law gestures toward him. "See? He follows orders. If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, I'll personally throw him overboard."

"Hey!" Bepo protests, a pout gracing his pudgy face.

You eye the bear suspiciously. He does look more pitiful than menacing. His fluffy ears twitch nervously, and his paws—massive paws that can probably crush a man’s skull—are curled in a way that seems… hesitant.

“What if he does off the rails one day?”

Your argument is weak, debating for the sake of your pride.

Law grits his teeth, shutting his eyes as he thinks through his options.  Finally he clicks his tongue and snaps his fingers, “Bepo, open.”

“Huh?”

“Tch. Open your mouth.”

Bepo hesitates for a split second before obeying, parting his jaw wide to reveal a set of sharp, pristine teeth—evidence of his predator status.

You immediately tense, your hands gripping the edge of the bench like you’re ready to bolt at a moment’s notice. "See! Look at those canines! He could tear a person apart!"

However, the marine biologist in you is practically jumping with joy.  You’ve never seen a polar bear with such exquisite teeth.  Perfectly white with no hint of decay or poor nutrition.  Bepo is certainly well taken care of.

Law pinches the bridge of his nose. "And yet, the only thing these teeth have been used for is apologizing too much."

Reaching up, Law wraps a hand around a pearly white fang.  Bepo makes a disgruntled sound but doesn’t pull away… or bite.

You watch intently, your muscles coiled, waiting for something—anything—to happen. For the snap of jaws, for instincts to override civility. For proof that your paranoia isn’t baseless.

“Captain… this is kind of awkward…”

Bepo’s voice is muffled as he speaks, all warbled as he carefully keeps his maw away from his Captain’s skin.

Law hums, releasing the fang and flicking his hand dry as if the entire exercise was a waste of his time. "Yeah? And yet, somehow, you still haven’t taken my arm off. Strange.”

“He could just be resisting now,” You argue weakly. “What if we get stranded somewhere? No food, no supplies. Then what? His instincts could take over—”

“I’m not going to eat anyone!” Bepo all but wails, looking on the verge of tears.

"You do realize that if Bepo actually wanted to eat people, we’d all be dead by now, right? You wouldn’t even be having this conversation. You’d just be a pile of bones in his stomach." Law slams his hands down on the table, seemingly sick of the conversation and your weak arguments.

Bepo makes a distressed noise at the thought. "Captain, please don’t say that…"

You hesitate, your paranoia warring with the facts being laid out before you. Bepo, for all his size and sharp teeth, doesn’t look predatory. His eyes are big and round, filled more with guilt than hunger. His jaw—while capable of incredible strength is wobbling, as if he’s about to cry.

You let out a long, reluctant sigh.

“I want locks on my doors.  Strong enough to withstand a polar bear. 

Law stares at you, deadpan. “You’re on a submarine.”

“So?”

“So the walls are solid metal. You could lock yourself in a closet, and Bepo wouldn’t be able to get in.” He gestures vaguely. “Hell, we could be sinking, and that door wouldn’t budge.”

You cross your arms, unconvinced. “I want extra locks.

Bepo sniffles, ears twitching as he tries—and fails—not to look absolutely heartbroken. “I wouldn’t break into your room,” He mumbles, shifting uncomfortably. “I don’t even like being in small spaces.”

Law looks two seconds away from performing an impromptu lobotomy. He sniffs indignantly, muttering under his breath about how he must have terrible karma to be dealing with this. “Fine. Fine. I’ll have someone put extra locks on your door.”

You narrow your eyes. “Strong locks.”

“Reinforced locks,” He scoffs, waving a hand. “Happy?”

You hesitate, shooting Bepo one last wary glance before sighing. “I’ll think about it.”

Bepo perks up, amber eyes shining hopefully. “You mean you’ll stay?”

“I mean I might stay,” You correct, but the battle is already lost. You know it, Law knows it, and Bepo’s little tail practically wags behind him.

Law exhales like he’s finally been released from a curse. “Welcome to the Heart Pirates. Try not to scream every time you see Bepo.”

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isle of dogs. i love dogs.

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How many dreams to say "I love you?" (iv)

Summary: Zoro can't keep his feelings bottled up anymore. They've got to come out sooner or later. Will he be able to bring himself to confess how he feels, or will you beat him to it? ~5k words.

Part 4 of 4. (read part 1 here!) CW: Afab reader (w/gendered language, she/her pronouns). Reader gets drunk (sorry to those of you who abstain!), pining, tension, heart ache! (and... kissing). This is sfw but other parts of the story are very much not.

Part 4: "So, there."

Have you ever had a dream that was just emotions? No images, concrete thoughts or concepts, just raw, harrowing feelings?

The night after the encounter with the hostile pirate group, Zoro had one of those dreams. His sleep was fitful, distorted by intense feelings of worry and anxiety. He woke up early in the morning, sweating and distraught. He felt sick.

Unable to go back to sleep, he started his day. An ice-cold shower to distract himself and rinse off the stress from his dreams. He ate a sparse breakfast and sat on the deck, looking at the peaceful sea as the sun rose.

It was high time to get this over with, Zoro thought. He was tired of feeling scrambled in the head and tired of feeling guilty for evading being truthful to you. As your crewmate and best friend, you deserved his honestly. The mental gymnastics needed to end, and he needed to get this off his chest—the fact that he was in love with you—as soon as possible.

When you broke the thick chains and opaque brick concealing and masking his capacity for love (placed there by trauma and years of regret) you freed feelings that boiled and festered for many months. Your presence in his dreams and the workings of his subconscious slowly forced him to come to terms with this part of himself. The part of himself that was very much capable of love, that wanted it, and wanted you. He was forced to become acquainted with this aspect of himself, to sit with it, and to speak with it.

The self-realizations were at the same time elucidative and perturbing. What else about himself had he yet to become aware of? What else was there inside of him that he needed to recognize?

His stoicism thus far was nothing more than a farce, he told himself. To reckon with and control himself he had to be self-aware. Truly self-aware.

Zoro knew that ignoring your persistent presence in his mind and heart wasn’t going to solve any problems—it wasn’t going to aid his control over his emotions, wasn’t going to clear his head, wasn’t going to make himself feel better, and damn well wasn’t going to make you feel better. You were lodged in his heart and brain like a splinter that he couldn’t get out.

So, it was settled. Out with it. For better or for worse, it needed to happen.

The following night, the pair of you finally had drinks together and talked. You grabbed a couple bottles of sake and asked Zoro, “So, where do you want to go?”

He shrugged. “Crow’s nest?”

“That’s what I thought you would say. You love it up there.” When you smiled at him, Zoro felt like he couldn’t look at you—he was worried you see how tortured his eyes were, that you could read everything in his face.

The feeling was mutual. The tension in the air was palpable, as much as you tried to tell yourself that you were imagining it.

You were exhausted. Not from lack (or quality) of sleep, like Zoro, but the combination of the battle yesterday, your (actual) wound, and your lovesickness were crushing. Resigned and at your wits end with this man, you told yourself that if Zoro asked you the right series of questions, he would find answers for himself. You were at a breaking point.

If he prodded you for more information on why you felt like shit, he’d crack open something that should be left alone. You really didn’t want to share more about the fact that you felt alone and empty the past few weeks. But… you had a feeling that Zoro wanted to dig into the topic again. You dreaded it.

You climbed to the crow’s nest with Zoro around sunset. Opening the windows, you let in the golden rays of the setting sun and a cool breeze.

“It’s gorgeous out,” you observed, relishing the sea air that drifted in, salty and familiar. “Wow.”

The pair of you sat on a bench parallel with the row of windows. You were facing each other, straddling the bench so your knees almost touched. This was a sort of routine for you two—you used to do this frequently together, but it had been a while.

It was the early hours of sunset, right when the sun started to descend, and the horizon was stunning shades of pink, orange, and indigo. Zoro took a second to admire you as you stared out the window. Tendrils of sea air brushed your hair back, shining a heavenly shade of golden that reflected in your irises and off your cheek bones.

The make-believe you from Zoro’s dreams—the fantasy version of you that he spent every night with for the past two weeks—paled in comparison to the real you, radiant, material, tangible, and true. As he gazed at you, his heart twisted a bit.

“I love this type of sake.” You smiled once again, filling in the silence that took over the air as Zoro gawked at you. After a beat, Zoro opened the bottles, handing you one.

“It’s my favorite,” Zoro replied.

“I know it is.”

You raised your bottle for a toast. “Cheers to finally catching up after far too long!”

Your eyes flashed and Zoro’s heart did a flip. This sensation of being flustered felt so out of character, but he was caught up in the fact that tonight was the night he was going to confess.

The conversation started upbeat and friendly. You laughed together—you were one of the only people who could make Zoro laugh so hard he cried. You were making each other feel better, too. Spirits on the ship were a little low since yesterday and both you and Zoro felt it. But as you spent time together, Zoro felt a bit better because he missed you and wanted to be close to you, and he didn’t know it, but you felt the same.

You talked about Zoro’s new weight-lifting routine, some crazy dance move Usopp pulled out the other night, and the delicious soup Sanji made the other day (Zoro admitted that the shit cook’s soup was delicious, but he could only say that to you, no one else). The conversation wandered to sea kings, silly interactions with Chopper, and Franky’s new shirt (it was neon orange and camouflage, quite the attention grabber).

Your giggles made him feel like he was floating, and his smiles felt like home.

Zoro wished he could pause this moment in time and save it—that it could last forever, or that he could return to it sometimes when he wanted to. All of it was picturesque. He couldn’t believe how many of these nights you’d had together, nights that he never appreciated like he should have.

He had been in denial for months, egregiously so. He had been blind to the love for you that was brewing within him. Now that he could see his emotions for what they were, now that he was jolted and rocketed out of the opacity that locked his heart up, he could see that his love for you was plain as day. It was screaming at him, begging him.

 He was in agony, and you had suffered far too long.

Zoro’s thoughts raced while you told him some cute little story. One part of him was laser focused on your beauty and the rays of setting sun that lit your eyes up. It was breathtaking. Another part of him was trying to keep up with what you were saying, but he was distracted. And a third part of him felt intoxicated. Everything you did overwhelmed him. It was like he was being hit over the head with realization after realization—a sequence of memories flashed in his mind.

One night, two or three months ago, you two were drinking. You had gotten far too drunk and you were on the verge of falling asleep somewhere random on the deck. Your shirt rode up a bit showing your stomach, the strap of your tanktop fell down one shoulder, and your eyes were sleepy.

“Zoroooo,” you mumbled. “Wanna go to bed.”

He looked at you, tutted, and pulled his hoodie off. He then helped you put it on—it was a chilly out and he saw goosebumps on your skin. You murmured out a thank you and slumped into his arms. He sighed and scooped you up, carrying you to your room.

He liked how you felt in his arms. Your weight. Your warmth. The way your head rested on his chest. The look of you in his hoodie. How close you were. Back then he tried to ignore it.

Zoro then tucked you into bed. You looked like you were out cold, but when he pulled the covers up so you would stay warm, you opened your eyes, half-asleep. You lifted both arms up and looked at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Zorooo,” you slurred out your words, blurting them carelessly. “Wanna hug.”

He leaned over the bed and into your arms, clasping you into an embrace. You hummed and didn’t let go for a few moments. When he pulled away, you petted his hair for a second, mumbled out a “night night” and went to sleep for good.

Looking back at the moment you asked him for a hug, Zoro realized that his heart had done that twisting thing; it was butterflies. He recalled that he just stared at you for a second. Your face was peaceful, eyes heavy, lips pouting. When you petted his hair, his heart did the thing again. He ignored it.

The next morning you had been sheepish, possibly because you remembered the affection you gave him, the hug and the hair pets. You thanked him for his hoodie and he said, “no problem.” That was that.

Another memory flashed into Zoro’s mind.

Some day, months ago, you and Nami went shopping. When you came back to the boat, you both tried on your new outfits and showed each other, fashion-show style. In passing, Zoro got a glance of you in a white dress. He had to stop himself from staring. It complemented you perfectly.

Sanji practically screamed, “MY LOVEEE~ You look absolutely ravishing tonight!” Then he got down on one knee and kissed both of your hands. Zoro remembered that something about that interaction pissed him off. He remembered thinking who does that shit cook think he is, fawning over you like you were a piece of meat.

When Nami very pointedly asked Zoro what he thought of your white dress, all he said was “suits you.” Looking back at that moment, Zoro kicked himself. The dress didn’t just suit you, it was made for you. Sanji had a point. You looked ravishing. He tried not to muse on it.

Another memory blitzed into his mind, a dagger to his heart. You were having drinks in the crow’s nest just like this, many months ago. You had looked at him earnestly and said, “Zoro, I like you. I really like you.”

Was this your attempt at a confession? You continued. “I could be around you all the time—I think we make a great pair.” You had that sweet smile on your lips.

Zoro had nodded and raised his glass. “To good friends!” He didn’t really notice it then, but now he realized that your smile faltered.

Looking back at that moment, he saw that you may have been alluding to something else. He unwittingly, cruelly, friend-zoned you. It was sort of brutal. When it happened, he shrugged it off like it was nothing, hadn’t had a second thought about it. Now he wondered how deeply that must have wounded you, if you felt any sort of way about him.

The final memory that his brain threw at him (while you were in the middle of giving him your story) was the moment when he first looked at you. It was a simple moment, insignificant until he realized that he loved you.

He felt drawn to you, from day one, immediately interested in you. Right off the bat, he thought you were beautiful, brilliant, and hilarious. When he thought back on that twisting feeling, the butterfly feeling, he could tell that it happened back then, too. Something fell into place that day, whether it was fate or luck. That day, he had you and you had him.

Zoro already came to terms with the fact that he loved you, and these memories further enforced the realization that he loved you all along. He just didn’t know how to express it and never thought himself capable of that sort of emotional depth. But you changed that. You flipped a switch in his mind. It was you all along.

“Zoro?” You asked, shocking him back into the present. “Are you okay? You looked like you zoned out there for a minute.”

“Fuck, sorry. I did. What were you saying?”

You smiled, told him no worries, and the conversation continued. His eyes were glued to your face, his heart and brain felt all shaken up, and he only knew two things—he knew that he loved you, and he knew that he wanted you to know that. No matter the consequences, it needed to come out. Preferably now.

The sun set by now. The horizon was a dark purple, the stars were starting to shine overhead, and the golden rays on your skin disappeared. There was a lull in conversation. Zoro took his chance.

“How have you been feeling since we had our lunch on the deck? I remember you said you were feeling down?” He attempted to ask with casual ease though his heart was racing. He was going to get to the bottom of it. All of it. Now. The privacy was perfect, you were perfect, the setting was perfect, all of it was perfect.

Your answer was reluctant. “I’ve been okay...”

“What’s up?” Zoro avidly watched your every movement. He inspected the way your eyes fluttered and the way your lips parted.

“Ugh.” You groaned. So it was going to be like this tonight. As you expected, he wanted to revisit the subject. “I don’t know, Zoro. I’ve just been feeling weird recently.”

“How so?”

“Hmmm. I guess I’ve been feeling a bit lonely. And empty.” Your lips were pursed, looking out of the window, at the sea. You could see the moon in the reflection of the waves. All was quiet except for the sound of the sea lapping the hull of the Sunny.

“Empty?” Zoro feigned surprise. He knew you were lonely. He overheard you sob about it a couple weeks ago.

The painful truths that you had been trying to keep bottled up when he was around? They started to shake inside. They wanted out of that bottle, stat. And you could only ignore those feelings for so long before they’d fucking explode. It had to come out sooner or later.

If Zoro pressed you any more than this, you might start losing it. The explosion was imminent.

“I know it’s going to sound ridiculous because I’m surrounded with people all the time, but I just feel empty. Like…” you hesitated, “I feel like I’m missing something. Someone. I just feel so lonely.”

“Oh?” His heart was pounding. You averted your eyes for a second and he thought you looked bashful. He took note of that.

“Sometimes I just wish I had someone by my side all the time. Like someone I could share everything with? If that makes sense.”

Zoro paused. “Yeah, that makes sense. It doesn’t sound ridiculous at all.”

You took a deep breath and exhaled. He could see it now, glaringly, a sadness that lingered in your eyes. He could see it and his heart ached.

"It might sound absurd, but I’ve been craving a sort of… Well, I don’t know. A sort of company? Love, maybe?” Your voice was strained. Zoro’s breath hitched at the word ‘love’. “I just get so sad thinking about it sometimes. Like I have this profound emptiness inside. And it feels so out of reach, like that love will never happen for me. And maybe that sounds ungrateful because I have company, and I’m surrounded by my best friends all the time but… I just want a different kind of company. A different kind of love.”

You looked at him and frowned. If you said any more than that, you were worried you would start crying.

More silence for a few moments. Zoro was trying to figure out what to say.

“Why do you feel like it will never happen?” He prodded. He meant well, but that was enough to send you over the edge.

You were emotionally distressed and recently it felt like it was all coming to a head. You had been trying to flirt and send signals to Zoro for months, to no avail. Any time he was near you, you felt like you were suffocating. And now that he was asking you these things, trying to get answers or explanations out of you, you felt like you would fall apart.

The problem himself was in front of you, asking you what was wrong and why you felt like love was out of reach. You didn’t want to say anything and ruin your friendship and you were convinced he would never see you that way. It was just a blatant reminder that he didn’t care about you the way you wanted. He seemed unphased by the whole conversation—he was cautious and curious but that was nothing new.

As you started to get overwhelmed, tears welled in your eyes. What the fuck were you supposed to say to him? The risk of altering the dynamic between you two, along with the pressure of possibly altering the dynamic of the crew… You started to catastrophize. The pressure was too much.

A hot tear escaped one of your eyes and ran down your cheek. The emotions were starting to erupt, and his presence was agitating that.

“Hey, are you okay?” Zoro was concerned with your silence and frown. He hadn’t noticed the tear yet, and he thought you looked like you were about to start crying.

You shook your head and turned away from him as more tears started to flow out. Now that the tears started, they wouldn’t stop until the sadness was gone. You were trying to put a cork in that bottle of sadness, but it wasn’t working.

A moonbeam landed on the side of your wet face. Zoro realized now, catching the glint with his eyes, that you were crying. Did you just make her cry? He berated himself. You wanted to talk about love with her, and you made her fucking cry?

“Sorry, Zoro. It just gets me worked up sometimes. Hurts really bad.” Small sobs started to wrack your body.

Zoro stared at you. His heart was actively breaking—he couldn’t bear seeing you in pain like this. He had only witnessed you crying once before, on the deck when you had the conversation with Nami that started all of this.

He scooted closer to you on the bench and your knees touched. His voice was hushed and gentle. “Hey.”

Reaching a hand up, the ran it softly down your shoulder to your upper arm, a tiny movement. He repeated it, petting you, trying to give you some solace, to show you that he was there. His touch was delicate, so unexpected from him.

“You don’t have to apologize,” he continued, “and you can cry all you want. Don’t bottle it all up. I’m here for you.”

That note of sweetness you always saw in him was now bold, in full force as he comforted you. Your stomach flipped. He had never touched you like this before or seen you this emotionally vulnerable, nor you him. He said he was here for you, but how much did he mean that, and to what extent? You told yourself for the thousandth time that he would never be there in the way you needed.

“There are some things I have to bottle up, Zoro.” Your voice was almost a whisper. You were in anguish, and though your tears had stopped momentarily, you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Not if it’s eating you up like this. It’s not worth it.” His hand went still.

If Zoro told you to not bottle things up, if he comforted you like this, then you might as well just fucking confess, you told yourself. But before you could force the words out of your mouth, he was one step ahead. The silence was too much for him.

His mouth went dry. Fuck it.

“You said you wanted someone to share everything with? Someone to always have by your side?” Zoro asked. “I wonder if I could do that?”

He was painfully close to you. Your knees still touched, and his hand rested on your arm. Your heart skipped a beat.

He must not have heard you right. There’s just no way. You were convinced that the situation was hopeless.

“Oh Zoro, you’re sweet, but I didn’t mean it in a friend way. I meant it in a romantic way. Like I wish I had someone to hold hands with and kiss and stuff.”

“I know.” His words hung in the air. You were dumbfounded. “How do you feel about me, really? You won’t screw anything up. Just please tell me how you feel about me. I’m going crazy.” His tone was urgent, and he leaned closer. Every inch closer made you feel dizzy.

You were immeasurably caught off guard, too stunned to speak. Meanwhile, Zoro didn’t really know how to handle himself. While you silently collected your thoughts, he started to blurt out words. When it came to this sort of thing, he didn’t have the most tact.

“I’ve been having dreams about you. Really intense ones. It’s been fucking with my head.”

“Dreams?” You asked, again not sure if you heard him right.

“When I look at you, I start to feel weird inside, like something is twisting in me. It’s driving me crazy. It’s been weeks at this point. I thought I was sick, or something, but I think it must be something else so, please, please, just tell me how you feel about me.”

“Zoro…” Your tone was cautious. He was acting weird—the comment about dreams was particularly odd—and you were too caught up in emotions to really process what he just word vomited at you. But if he was asking you questions this desperately, then he would get an answer. Might as well. Especially after what he just said.

“I feel things about you,” you began. “Intense things. I know you just see me as a friend, but… I just—my feelings are intense. It’s okay that you don’t reciprocate, and I never said anything because I didn’t want to make it weird.”

“Don’t reciprocate what?” He pushed further.

More silence. You were trying to decide how to it into words. Your mind raced.

“You won’t make it weird,” he continued, pleading. “Just tell me, really, how do you feel about me? What’s intense about it? Help me understand.”

Ugh. You didn’t have the energy to play it safe or coy right now. If you regretted it, then so be it.

No longer would this eat you up inside.

“Zoro, I’ve loved you for a long time.”

The realization hit him like lightning.

So it was him. In the conversation he overheard, where you were talking about love with Nami, you had been talking about him. You said it was hard to be around him.

It was so obvious now that his ignorance to your advances slighted you; his overt neglect to recognize to your love, his insistence that he didn’t have the capacity and could never find it—it must have hurt you deeply. Now that he knew how he felt, now that he was so sure of it, he hoped he could make it up to you. He would do anything.

You continued, your voice taking on a hurried tone. You needed to get it all out and explain yourself before he had the chance to say anything. “I know you don’t feel the same. I’ve picked up all the signals, and whenever I’ve tried to… I don’t know… flirt with you? It bounces right off you. I get it. We’re close friends and crew mates and I know we aren’t destined to become any more than that. So, there’s no need to apologize to me or anything. It’s fine, really, that you don’t see me like that. And I don’t want to make things weird, and I’m sure you don’t either, so whatever those dreams were then that’s fine. I’m happy just being your friend, you don’t need to be anything more than that, especially if it’s just out of pity. So that’s it basically. I’ve been lonely because when I spend time around you I just wish that—”

Each word you uttered pulled Zoro forward just barely. You could hardly get the words out, rambling to make the awkwardness go away and help him understand. But he cut you off mid-sentence, pressing his lips onto yours.

You went rigid, eyes open wide as he brought a palm to cup your cheek.

The kiss lasted a handful of seconds, brilliant fireworks of confusion and exhilaration coursed through you both.

You melted, easing the rigid tension of your body slowly, leaning into his lips that were softer than you could have imagined. The warmth of his palm on your cheek was comforting, familiar, and welcome.

When he pulled away, he was crimson. “Did that help at all? Did any of that loneliness go away?”

He started talking before you could answer him.

“I already said it but let me be clear,” Zoro said, “I want to be that person for you. I don’t want you to be sad anymore. I want to be that person you share everything with and always be by your side. You said you’ve loved me for a long time? I have, too. It just took me a bit longer to realize it. You’re always on my mind, even when I’m working out, or asleep, or eating... I-I count down the minutes until we talk again and your smiles just… They make my heart feel funny. I’m in love with you. There’s just nothing else these feelings could be. So, there.”

“So there?” You asked incredulously. The sudden deluge of emotions felt like a smack in the face. “Zoro, what?”

He didn’t know what to say next. This conversation didn’t go as he rehearsed it in his head and you were so shocked that you thought you’d faint.

“I said I'm in love with you. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. I’m sorry. But hopefully I didn’t confess too late—and since you feel the same maybe you’ll let me, ah, fuck, I don’t even know how this works. Like, let me hold your hand… or something? Fuck. I’m so bad at this.”

He started to get redder, turning his face away from yours and taking his hand off your shoulder. This was a whole new side of him. An innocent, sincere, earnest side. A loving side. A side you dreamed about for ages.

If that was really how he felt, then you would welcome it with open arms.

This time, you brought a hand to his cheek and softly turned it towards you. His skin was hot, his brows were furrowed and he was doing a sort of grimace.

“Zoro. You’re something else. Are you absolutely sure you feel this way? Like, are you sure sure?”

He nodded and you cracked a grin.

“You should have told me earlier. But, if you’re certain…” you trailed off and held a hand out to him, palm up.

“What?” He looked at it, confused and clueless, and you pushed it towards him again with emphasis.

“Give me your hand, Zoro.”

The swordsman reached his hand out and placed it on yours. You moved your wrist a bit and threaded your fingers together with his, giving his hand a squeeze.

“You said you wanted to hold hands. So, there.” You smiled at him, and he squeezed back, turning even redder somehow. His hand was large; it felt strong, rough, and calloused. You had wondered for many months what it would feel like resting in yours like this.

In an uncharacteristically suave move, Zoro gently dragged your hand forwards, pulling you closer to him. He brought a hand to your waist and pressed his lips on yours again.

His hand felt heavy and strong on your side and his kiss tasted faintly like alcohol. He smelled just… manly and musky. But (surprisingly) clean. He must have showered today.

How was any of this real? How long had he known that he loved you?

Would you tell the crew?

What sort of relationship would this turn into?

You tried not to get lost in the details—those could be worked out later. For now, you needed to focus on how his lips felt on yours.

When Zoro pulled away from you, he kept his face close. “No more feeling lonely or empty, okay?”

You nodded, blown away by the delightful turn of events. Never in a million years would you have guessed that this is how the conversation would go.

“If you say so. Now,” you ventured, “before we get any further, tell me more about those dreams of yours.”

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a/n: this is how i feel posting this last part. FINALLY. i was stressing hard with this one because i wanted it to feel authentic. also what is that, eleven dreams and some change for zoro to realize and confess how he felt? on another note, thank you so much for reading this and for being patient with me. love yall so much and i cant wait to write more for you soon!

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