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POOKIE!!! WHO DID THIS TO YOU 😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬 ?? YOU TELL ME WHICH BONEHEAD 🩻🦴 HURT YOU RIGHT NOW!! ILL GASTERBLASTER THEM FOR YOU... NOBODY HURTS MY ANGEL 👼🪽🪽🪽😇😇LIKE THIS!!! FOR EVERY TEAR 💧💧 YOU SHED ILL HIT THEM 1000 TIMES 🩸🩸🩸
Anything to protect
my POOKIE... ✨💖
MY BABY...💖✨
MY DARLING💖✨
tiktok i traced over
#shitpost#color x y/n#although techinally it could be anyone ig#color sans#color!sans#toffeesdumpster
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I self-indulged, again, apologies.
(color by superyoumna)
#i dont do the color gradient thing enough#cause I overthink the colors i give his fire into oblivion LMAOOO#color sans#color!sans#othertale sans#toffeesdoodles#color x y/n#ARGH#color sans x y/n#sans x y/n
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So painful yet so warm
#micah#yandere priest#yandere#male yandere#digital art#artists on tumblr#yandere male#yandere priest x reader#male yandere x reader#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere x you#yandere x y/n#oc#my oc#original character#yandere original character#original yandere#aesthetic#color study
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I can’t just draw a Sun comic without drawing a Moon version too lmao. Back with more YanDCA. Chromatic Aberration vers and FAQs under the cut. My YanDCA post blew up on TikTok and I’ve been getting a lot of comments so I thought I’d address them through a new post
#laurs/levi made this#yanDCA#my art#dca fandom#yandere au#yandere sun#yandere moon#eyestrain#bright colors#comic art#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf sb#fnaf security breach#moon x y/n
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“how much longer is this gonna fuckin take?”
your boyfriend katsuki grumbles, his gaze longing on his hand. your fingers gently hold his, the brush on your hand carefully painting strokes of crimson on his nail.
“if you want a pretty design, then a while.”
he sighs and turns his head, feeling the brush swirling around his nail bed. you hum some random tune as you pick up another brush, dipped in acetone, and carefully swiping it around his cuticle.
“the hell are you doing?”
“cleaning up the design, unless you want contact dermatitis” you smile, “wouldn’t want my favorite customer to get hurt.”
“why are you suddenly doing nails anyway?”
“oh, y’know, to buy the ninja swirl, seen it on tiktok a few times.”
that’s a lie. you started doing nails in order to save up for your boyfriend’s birthday present, which was a custom license plate for his porsche. nonetheless, you think a ninja swirl would benefit you and katsuki. you set down the brush and drive his hand towards the lamp. a minute later, you retrieve it to show your boyfriend the final result.
red, orange and green decorate the explosion doodles on his nails, and you can’t help but smirk. “guess your nails are explosive, huh?”
“yeah after that joke i ain’t payin ya one penny.”
#adding banners and color later#bnha x reader#katsuki x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#mha x reader#my hero academia x reader#bnha x you#boku no hero academia x reader#mha x you#katsuki x you#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x you#bakugou x you#bakugou x y/n#bakugo x y/n#katsuki x y/n#bnha x y/n
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@naffeclipse he’s back on my brain again (he has never left)
I think the reason I love Orca Eclipse specifically is cause my sona is a seal and I think it’s a really funny dynamic hsjdjjsjdx (and uhm predator/prey my beloved)
Oh yeah I made a full piece too

Throws this up
Oh to be pinned by him- Okay back to silly doodles


#I am madly in love with him#I cannot be seen within five meters of him or I will go rabid#I lobve himb….#meteor shower#my art#my sona#orca eclipse#not sure if I should tag this with apex polarity or not since it’s specific to my sona-#dca fandom#fnaf eclipse#dca eclipse#eclipse#eclipse x y/n#eclipse x self insert#eclipse x reader#dca x reader#dca x y/n#dca x self insert#can’t believe the thing to make me finally study color theory is this guy
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a/n. feeling soft and yearning for 30-something boyfriend!bkg, so i just had to write something down on him real quick. enjoy! (0.5k)
thinking about quiet saturday evenings with bakugou, spent in the comfortable silence you've both worked towards in the brief time you've spent officially together.
you're in your early 30s now, and people your age are rushing to get rich or get buff or get hitched, but with bakugou it's surprisingly peaceful. you're in no rush, just seven months into this budding relationship, but that doesn't mean the people around you aren't.
"denki's getting married next year," bakugou shares out of the blue, breaking the quiet and sprawled so nonchalantly on his leather couch. you whip to look at him from where you're seated to his right, stunned.
"seriously?"
at that, he snorts. "crazy, right?"
you try to frown at his tone, but the corners of your lips refuse and fight to turn upward instead. "be nice, kats. i was referring to how fast they're going, not to the fact that he's getting married."
bakugou merely hums in neither affirmation nor disagreement. leaning forward, he places the mug of tea he's been nursing on top of the coffee table. "it's gonna be a pain in the ass either way. he asked me to be a groomsman."
you don't even try to tamp down the excitement that shoots through you. "he did? that's great, babe! that's so sweet of him."
he shrugs. "yeah, well. i told him i'll only agree if he included blue as one of the colors for the guests."
you feel your eyebrows furrow. "...blue? what's with that, specifically?"
bakugou frowns at you like you just told him the sky was green. "because that's your color?"
he says it so as a matter-of-factly that you buffer for a second, not knowing how to respond.
"…but the wedding won't be until late next year, right?" you finally ask when you get your words back, voice small.
"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. "what're you getting at?"
he asks the question in such a way that's bordering on challenging you, shutting you right up. the thing is, you've never thought much about the future, let alone one shared with bakugou, mainly because you didn't want to get way ahead of yourself and potentially get disappointed, yet...
here he is, talking so casually about it.
you look back up to see that he's still staring at you, goading you for an answer, and for a moment, you debate whether or not to have the conversation now.
the conversation where you talk about what the future looks like ahead of you.
but as you gaze back at bakugou's waiting, crimson eyes, and drink in the softness of his skin that perfectly juxtaposes the sharpness of his features, you decide to save it for another day.
shaking your head, you toss him the gentlest smile you can muster. "it'll be my honor to be your date to the wedding, katsuki."
at that, bakugou scoffs, but there's no missing the tinge of pink now decorating the high planes of his cheeks.
"who else would it be, dumbass?"
˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!
#talking casually about a shared future my beloved#i love him so much GAAAAH#i wanna write more with this trope (if you can even call it one) soon#also in my defense blue looks good on anyone tbh. it's a very universal color#bakugou x reader#bakugou x y/n#bakugou katsuki x reader#bakugou imagines#mha imagines#mha scenarios#bnha scenarios#bnha imagines#bnha x reader#mha x reader#bakugou x you#bakugou imagine#bakugou drabble#bakugo x reader#bakugo x y/n#bkg
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hello👋 I really love your art😍 I must admit you are amazing. but can I make a request? Like drawing the sun and the moon with a hoodie. I would really love to see them in another outfit, especially with your amazing art style. 💖💖
friend u have activated one of my artistic trap cards: baggy clothing.





o to be swallowed whole by a dca-sized hoodie
#*5 mins into the moon sketch*#sands is that u#ur gona hav a bed tiem#might color the sun sketch at some point i like how it turned out#art#fnaf#ask#sketch#fnaf fanart#fnaf moon#fnaf sun#fnaf dca#dca fandom#dca fanart#hoodie#fanart#y/n#y/n is bald and neked again so they gave them their hoodie#4 warmth#dca x y/n#moon x y/n
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shrödinger's plex fic (they are real to me)
EBY eclipse and y/n ref here!! :3
#pingdoobles#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf dca#sundrop#dca au#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#FINALLY got around to making a more detailed ref of the boys for a plex fic ive been conjuring in the background#i have nothing to really share other than that it's just a very self-indulgent plex fic and the blorbos get fun designs cause i say so#ive been itching to draw for days now ourgh#anyways eclipse and the y/n design are next once i eat and get iced coffee#eclipsed by you#EBY#daycare attendant x reader#constant battle of “do i write” and “do i draw” help#hypothetically i write fics#cw eyestrain#cw bright colors#eyestrain#bright colors#EBY sun#EBY moon
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a scene i think about a lot from @cerebrafluids's Play the Game
#this fic haunts me (in the best way)#mara if you read this- pls know im eating ur writing most respectfully#oh look its a different art style again :')#balloon world eclipse#arcade eclipse#dca x y/n#dca x reader#my art#eclipse fnaf#fnaf eclipse#fnaf dca#daycare attendant#fnaf daycare attendant#dca fandom#dca fanart#cw horror#cw eyestrain#cw bright colors
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So, Folly fans... how we feeling?
#roblox#roblox regretevator#regretavator#regretevator fanart#folly fanart#folly regretevator#dreamer folly#yeucc#folly x reader#folly x y/n#(yes that is intended to be Y/n but it's hard to see the sign)#I love forgetting tiny details I forgot the eyes on the pants HSJDCSNJCDK#I read the cleave. hence this. aaaaaaaaaa I wanna hug her so bad#aaaand just realized I messed up the colors on y/n a little
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❤️A Private Scenery Just For You❤️
#Surprisee#Normally I make my good night drawings just colorless sketches#but this is my apology for not drawing him with colors before#elias#yandere pretty boyfriend#yandere pretty boyfriend x reader#artists on tumblr#yandere#digital art#male yandere#art#aesthetic#yandere aesthetic#yandere art#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere x darling#yandere x y/n
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I rmb someone asking if my AU has a YanEclipse and this is basically the closest thing to I can give lololol. Chromatic aberration vers and FAQs under the cut as usual
And this person was totes right btw. This comic is basically this comment

#laurs/levi made this#yanDCA#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf security breach#fnaf sb#yandere au#yandere sun#yandere moon#sort of#yandere eclipse#sun x y/n#dca x y/n#bright colors#eyestrain
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"You did so good!" Guys....Chapter 13 of Solar Lunacy, it's got everything.
#fnaf#fnaf security breach#solar lunacy#sundrop#moondrop#fnaf sun#fnaf moon#dca fandom#bamsara#moon x reader#moon x y/n#I swear I'll draw something other than solar lunacy fanart someday#but it is not this day#I struggled with the color for this one but I decided it's good enough#my art
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Hiii how ya doing?
i need to be tucked in and laid on top of like
as a nonspecific example
#springtrap#disney springtrap#unrelated: trying to find a way that i like to “finalize sketches”#because if i want to color i normally just do complete lineart but i cant bother to do that for literally *everything* i wanna color#so I was messing with this new sketch brush and a chalky-brush for color blocking and i kind of like it. so may just be using them#fnaf#disney fnaf#laddersarts#yn insert#springtrap x y/n#anon ask#answered ask
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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!
#this is a long shot but did anyone notice that as he started realizing he was in love with reader the photos turned from B&W to full color?#zoro smut#roronoa zoro smut#one piece smut#op smut#op x reader#one piece x reader#one piece reader insert#roronoa zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x you#roronoa zoro x y/n#zoro x reader#zoro x you#zoro x y/n
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