Transfem!Usopp coming out to the crew post time-skip and Nami's brain instantly goes "girlgirlgirlgirlgirl-" and now the best friendism she has with Usopp quickly turns into an uncontrollable crush and she has to deal with being extremely close to her without going into a lesbian panic every time. But the worst thing about this is that Sanji has also come out as a trans girl, which, okay, that's awesome for her! Nami didn't think she'd had any issues with that. But she starts being herself more and Nami sees her in a different light, and one day she brings a snack to Nami, kneeling in front of her dramatically, and when she thinks "... Pretty" is when she knows she's fucked. She can deal with having a crush on her best friend, but Sanji??? And turns out Sanji and Usopp are also dating, too, so it would be like getting in between their relationship. So she's having a whole crisis about this and the only one who knows is Robin, not because Nami told her but because it's extremely obvious. But the thing is,, Sanji and Usopp in their private moments are always, always mentioning Nami somehow and maybe they kind of sort of perhaps have a crush on her too. So you have a couple pining over the same girl and Nami thinking she's a bit of a shitty person for this.
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kunichuuzai + "where have you been?" <3
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"Where have you been?"
"Answer your phone, asshole."
Kunikida blinks at his partners, who got right up in his face the moment he stepped foot through the door. He hasn't even cleared the entryway, much less taken his shoes off.
"I was running some errands."
"And you couldn't answer your phone?" Chuuya says, and Kunikida can hear the panic easing its way out of his voice.
"And your schedule said you were coming straight home for dinner," Dazai says, a mask of nonchalance on their face. Kunikida isn't fooled by it anymore. "It's very unlike you."
Behind his back, Kunikida grips the bouquet of flowers and the bag with crab and Chuuya's horribly expensive wine in it. "Why the hell were you looking at my schedule?"
"'cause they're a piece of shit," Chuuya answers. Dazai pouts, loudly. "Shut the fuck up, Osamu. Doppo--"
"Ah, sorry," Kunikida can see it now. Two people riddled in scars, with ghosts over their shoulders, with nothing solid to stand on since the moment they could stand at all. He sees it now, the trembling fear that they both push down and away like poison.
He sees the ways in which that fear crushes their hearts.
"I just wanted to surprise you," Kunikida says, but he places the flowers and bag on the group. He wraps them both in his arms, pressing featherlight kisses to their hairlines. "I'm sorry for causing unnecessary worry."
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Lance spins the pen in his fingers. He chews his lips. He spins around in his chair. He looks at his bed — their bed — with the fluffy duvet and soft pillows and his stuffed shark. It looks so inviting. It would be so nice, really. Just a nap. A quick one. He’ll feel better when he wakes up; less restless.
“It’s gonna be hard, to stay awake when you’re struggling,” Eleana said, “you’re so used to protecting yourself by retreating. It’s hurting you, though, and you know that. You’re going to have to fight your brain a little, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to fight my brain. I think I’ve fought enough for one lifetime. I just —“ Lance’s face crumpled, a little. “I want to take a break.”
Eleana softened. “I know, Lance. I know. It’s hard. But it’s my job to tell you hard things, love, and it’s your job to stay alive.”
So the bed is not an option. Which means…
Lance takes a deep breath. He steels himself. He walks to the door.
What if Keith doesn’t want to hear it? What if he’s busy? What if he’s tired of carrying Lance’s shit?
He freezes as his hand touches the doorknob. His hands shake. Just like that, he’s psyched himself out. He drops to the floor, criss-cross-applesauce, clutching his hair. His breath shortens, shallow and quick. He tries desperately to calm it.
Fine. Fine. Everything is fine. Please. It’s fine. Breathe.
The blood rushing through his ears is so loud that he almost misses the quick footsteps approaching the room. There’s a knock at the door, a little hesitant.
“Lance, baby? You in here?”
Immediately, his breath evens, a little. Not quite normal, not yet, but he’s no longer in the hyperventilation territory.
“‘M here,” he says. Kind of gasps it, if he’s being honest.
“I’m coming in.”
“Mhm.”
The door finally opens, and Keith steps in. He’s still half-blocked by the door. All Lance can really see is one half of him; his bare foot, one leg of his boyfriend jeans, the black v-neck sweater that looks, like, really good on him. And his face, of course, and his dorky ponytail. He smiles when he sees Lance, although it’s a little sad. He doesn’t hesitate to step all the way in the room, sitting in front of Lance. He takes Lance’s hands gently in his, looking him in the face and smiling again. Encouraging.
“What’s wrong?” he asks.
“I feel like shit,” Lance says.
Keith tugs on Lance’s hands. “Come here. Let me fix it.”
This time, Lance doesn’t hesitate. He crawls into Keith’s arms willingly, burying himself into the sent of pine and sandalwood and safety. Keith pulls him as close as possible, holding him tightly.
“Anything wrong in particular?”
“No. Yes. Dunno. Just feeling sucky. Worried about bothering you. Want to sleep.”
Keith presses a kiss to his temple, and then doesn’t move. He keeps his lips on Lance’s skin, even as he talks. “Well, I can tell you right now that you’re not bothering me, sweetheart. And you’re doing everything you can to get better — you’re being active, you’re eating right, you’re seeing Eleana twice a week. You’re doing great, nae salang.”
“But what about — I mean, you’re still dealing with me. All the time. You live with me. You can’t escape my shit at all, the burden that must —”
“Lance,” Keith’s voice is hard. Not mean, not angry; maybe firm is a better word. “A burden is something you carry involuntarily. But I love you, babe. A lot. So much. With every molecule in my body, actually.”
Lance can’t help the small grin. Keith is such a goober.
“I’m happy to help you,” Keith continues, kissing Lance again. “Not a burden, okay? I just want you to get better. Okay?”
Lance sniffles, nodding. “Okay.”
Keith grins. One of his big, wide ones, where his eyes crinkle. Lance loves him so much he feels it in the marrow of his bones.
“I love you,” Keith says again, pressing their foreheads together.
“I love you too,” Lance responds. He closes his eyes, still presses firmly against Keith, and breathes out, exhaling all the pain and stress and hopelessness and Bad of the day.
On his next inhale, all he smells is pine and sandalwood.
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