TachibanaSan

 After the day where you met a hot man called Smoker, some months have passed by and you nearly met him on every island. Every time when you met the grayish haired man, you happily ran away so he could try  to chase you. And why were you happy? That was an easy question. You loved to annoy the captain of the marine and to make him blush. After all the time, you got interested even more in him and your interest turned into a crush, which on the other hand turned into love…  “Wake up, idiot!”, said someone slightly angrily and flicked you on your forehead so you would wake up.  “Huh? W-What…. Nami?”, you r

  It was like every other day… Or maybe not.  You were sitting with your friends and your boyfriend in the kitchen and ate breakfast as you noticed that your sweet boyfriend was deep in thoughts. Normally you would ignore it if he is with his mind somewhere else (probably his work), but this time you became angry. You didn’t have his attention since 3 months. Not only that… He even forgot your birthday! He was always in his room because of all the paperwork and the missions, which Dragon, your boss and the leader of the revolution army gave him.  “Saaaabo,”, you glanced at him, “are you listening to me?

"Puuuh... Done! Stupid paperwork. I don't want to do more today.", you sighed and moved your papers to the other side of the desk. You let your head slump down slowly on your desk and closed your (e/c) orbs. You were sitting on these papers for almost 15 hours! How could you have done this without something distracting you...? You thought some seconds about it until you found the answer. He wasn't here. Your best friend and crush, that you met at your first day in the marine. Rosinante. You sighed and glanced to the window. You missed him so much... You remembered the last time where he talked with you... You would never ever forget this day

You followed your father, the great one-legged Tin Soldier to the place where the life of the strong man changed. “Dad, where are we going?”, you asked your father, stopping to follow him. “To the place where I defeated Jack-In-The-Box, my son.”, he answered your question, giving you a smile as he turned around and looked into your (e/c) eyes. “Follow me.”, he said, nodding into the direction you two walked. As you two walked to the fireplace none of you talked. It was a comfortable silence. Just between your father and you. The small little boy with (h/c) (h/l) hair, (e/c) orbs, wearing slightly big soldi

Why? Why didn’t your beautiful and great girlfriend want to kiss you? You were a couple and she loved you more than everything else. She told you every single day, where you smile at her, telling her that you loved her too. But still she never kissed you. “Hey, sweetheart. You look awesome!~”, you chimed happily as you saw your girlfriend, Natasha Romanov, who put her weapons on the table, drying with a towel the sweat on her forehead away. “I am sweating and tired… I look horrible.”, she raised her eyebrow. “Horribly awesome.~”, you said happily, walking to your girlfriend to give her a hug, l

“Miiiihawk!~ What are you doing?”, you rushed into his room while asking your favorite man. “Oh, good morning, (y/n). I am just reading my book.”, he said and continued to read it. “Oh, okay… How boring.”, you muttered, eyeing the black haired swordman. “That’s all you are doing?” “That’s all.” “Nothing more?” “Nothing more.” You sighed, walking to your best friend’s room. “Zooooro!~ What are you doing my favorite swordman?”, you asked him happily. “Training.”, he said under his breath and continued his training

It was his fault. Yes. It was his fault. He couldn’t protect her. Maybe he could never protect her. She was lying on the bed. Bandages were around her head, arms, legs and upper part of her body. Band-aids were on her face and neck. Her whole body was full with bruises and scars. And blood dropped out of her large scar, which graced on her right arm. She looked horrible. How could this happen? Zoro’s hand held hers, trembled because for fear that he could lose her. Maybe even never see her again. Not hear her wonderful happy voice which chirmed around his room when she talked about her day while he trained to protect her…

“Dad….”, said a (h/c) (h/l) human while watching his father. He would have never thought that his father, Peter Quill, or how other people would call him Star-Lord, was THAT embarrassing. In your past, you never met your father. You didn’t even know him. The only thing you knew was his name, thanks to your mother. They weren’t married and had probably a one-night stand. After you heard some stories of him, you decided that you would search for him and be on his side. That’s why you ran away from home when you were only 10 years old. Days, months and some years passed and then, you found him or more…

  Beautiful. Smart. Perfect.  That was the description someone gave you. Steve Rogers or how other people called him... Captain America. He loved you more than everything else. More than Thor loved his poptarts! He couldn't stop thinking about you. And everyone knew it... Except for you.  And how did you describe yourself? Dumb. Naive. Clumsy. Crazy. An idiot. NOT perfect. You were always thinking that... That Steve would never go out with a plain person like you... You weren't his type!  "Are you thinking about him again?", someone's voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you glanced up and saw your best friend, (f/n), with a smirk

Hot. Super hot. Perfect body. Nice. Smoking. Best leader ever. Great voice. Wonderful eyes. And his personality. Gosh! You could have molten away when you were around him! Smoker was just perfect in your eyes. The best person ever. That’s probably why you were so interested in him. Okay, don’t lie. It wasn’t just ‘interest’. He was your crush. Wait. No. You loved him! You loved him more than everything else! But how could you tell your own boss that you loved him since a loooong time!? You sighed, head slumping down on the railing. “What’s wrong?”, asked a familiar voice you. You glanced sidew