Simping for One Piece Men 🏴‍☠️

Your best friend was a highly complicated woman, but she was always there for you. Helping you, comforting you. You couldn't be more grateful. Eustass was the type of person who was brutally honest and irritable, but you knew how to handle her like a bomb about to explode.

And again, you were frustrated. Biting your lip and clenching your teeth, grinding your teeth. When you called Eustass crying because the girl you were interested in was straight, she dropped everything to come to you.

"You only fall for the wrong people."

You wiped away your tears, she sighed deeply, rubbing the back of her neck.

"I didn't know." You sobbed, swallowed your sobs, and stared at her. She tucked your hair behind your ears.

"Go to the bathroom and wash your face."

You stumbled once or twice, but made it to the bathroom unscathed. You washed your face and scrubbed it in front of the mirror. Kid was waiting for you in the living room. She was sitting on the sofa, breathing deeply, trying to contain her anger.

Dude, it was SO obvious. You were either really stupid, or blind. It's the only explanation. She muttered under her breath, incredulous. How could you be so blind? When you moved in, she helped you with the furniture. Gave you Valentine's Day gifts, took you out when you were sad. And of course, a friend could do all those things simply as a friend, but in her case...

No. It wasn't friendship. She liked you much more than that. But you drove her crazy with anger. She didn't know what words to use anymore, what she should do. Proud, she wouldn't say the words, so she hoped you would realize it on your own. And here you were again, crying over unrequited love. It broke her heart, while making her very, very jealous. But what else could she do besides listen to you lament? Eustass stared at you without saying anything while you sobbed and poured out your heart.

"It's always like this."

"Because you're stupid. You fall in love with anyone. You complete idiot."

You rubbed the sleeve of your sweatshirt against your face.

"You don't need to talk like that..." And you laughed, a little disconcerted. Eustass seemed to acknowledge your discomfort and softened her previously tense posture. She offered you her shoulder to cry on, nervous because you seemed oblivious to the situation. Eustass took a deep breath, and then suggested you get ice cream and watch a movie until you felt better. You agreed.

In truth, she couldn't tell if you were just pretending not to notice or if you were really slow. She listened to you chatter for an hour, wondering if there was anyone in the world for you. Kid held back from saying those damn words. She got annoyed and told you to stop playing the victim. You regained your composure and told her she didn't need to be so aggressive with her advice.

"Forget about her and go drink some water. Crying dehydrates you."

Eustass regretted having gone to comfort you. Now she had to listen to the woman she loved lament over some random woman. She cleared her throat and watched you in the kitchen, filling a glass with water and drinking, then repeating the process. The redhead thought about telling you, at least opening up, but she thought better of it. Her heart pounding in a jolt, stuck in her throat. The words that haunted her and their phantom warmth lingered on her skin.

Two weeks passed. You were already getting over it, your eyes were no longer swollen, but your cheeks flushed red when you saw Eustass arrive. She got out of the car, holding a bouquet of primroses and forget-me-nots. You thanked her, got into the car and turned on the radio. Some random song was playing. You looked at the flowers, each petal decorating the delicate stem.

"You know exactly what kind of flower I like."

"Of course I know, damn it, fuck you're always talking about them."

You laughed, applied watermelon lip gloss, and looked at yourself in the rearview mirror. Kid glanced at you, your shiny lips catching her attention, briefly distracting her from the road. She cleared her throat and shifted uncomfortably in the driver's seat. You looked at her innocently, your eyes blinking in her direction.

"What's wrong?"

"Where did you buy that gloss?"

"oh, at the mall." — You tried to remember the brand name. — "TeenMia? I don't remember."

The soft scent of watermelon lingered in the car. You lowered the window, sticking your hand out and catching the breeze. The redhead broke the pleasant silence.

"So." — You turned to look at you. — "Have you gotten over that girl yet?"

"Oh, yeah." — And she stretched, careful not to drop the bouquet. — "I think so."

She maneuvered the steering wheel. Her gaze shifted between you and the road.

"You think so?"

"I think so."

"Why aren't you sure?"

"Oh, I don't know...it all happened so fast. Like my ex."

Oh, yes. That jerk. Wow, how she hated him! Good thing you broke up. But you, idiot as always, kept loving people you shouldn't. The scoundrel ex, some random girl. Kid was already tired of seeing you in the same situations with different people. Why couldn't you see her? No, you weren't best friends, especially since Eustass saw you as a potential girlfriend, while you saw her as a friend. It was frustrating, to say the least. She was even considering stopping being your friend to preserve her own sanity.

"Get over it already," she wanted to yell in your face, but remained quiet. You fixed your hair, rested your cheek on your fist, and leaned your elbow against the window.

"You know it's not that easy, right?"

She rolled her eyes, pulling the handbrake.

"What? You're going to say you've never been in love?"

"If I've ever been in love, it was certainly with someone worthwhile. I'm just very proud."

"What? You don't like to flirt?"

"I don't flirt. I say 'do you want it or not, you son of a bitch?'"

You laughed, your head resting on the back of the seat. She was furious, maybe because you were wearing that perfume she loved, or your glossy, watermelon-colored lips that she was dying to kiss. Something was making her very nervous, especially because you were the type who liked to flirt. You were always getting involved with other people, and it always went wrong. She was the only one who saw in you what all those other people didn't see: your heart. Kid knew you were willing to do anything when you loved someone, and that you had a huge heart full of love to give. It was a shame you didn't want to give it to her.

"You have to stop being so grumpy," you commented with a soft laugh. "Seriously."

"That's just how I am." She glanced at you, gave a wry little smile, and stopped the car. You got out, you left your bouquet on the passenger seat, and followed her inside. It was a party.

The music was deafening, bodies jumping and colliding with each other, moving to every beat. You squeezed through the crowd and made your way to the bar. You ordered a Shirley Temple, and Kid appeared right behind you, ordering neat whiskey.

Your eyes followed her movement, bringing the glass to her lips and taking a generous gulp. The whiskey went down sharply. She let out a sigh and shook her head. You smiled, taking a sip of your cocktail. In this case, a mocktail. It was delicious. You got a little lost in the crowd, Eustass pulled you by the arm, trying to keep you in sight. She pulled you a little closer.

"Be careful not to get lost."

"What? I'm not a child."

The redhead let go of you, keeping her eyes on you. The ghost of your warm skin under her palm tingled. She looked at her own hand, a spectral memory of your arm making her skin crawl. Kid banished the thoughts with a shake of her head. She wanted to tell you she didn't want to be your friend anymore, but the words choked her. Trying to think of how to ruin the friendship without necessarily making you hate her.

You mingled with the dancing crowd. Your body bumped into others unintentionally as you tried to walk. There was a group playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. You thought about asking Kid to play with you, but you couldn't find her. You ended up bumping into a guy, his name was Trafalgar Law. He was at the party because he was dragged there by his friends; you knew him. Your breath caught in your throat as he approached. A distant memory danced through your head. He was the guy you'd had a crush on about two years ago, and he knew it. Not that he'd taken advantage of the situation, but he'd definitely hurt you. You greeted him cordially, and he responded with a cold "hi." You smiled, disconcerted. Eustass saw you from a distance, watching your movements as she drank whiskey. Seeing you talking to Trafalgar, she put her glass down on the bar table and squeezed through the crowd until she reached the two of you.

— Kid! — You pulled her by the hand. She gave Law a disdainful look, which didn't seem bothered. You gripped her hand tightly. — Let's play 7 Minutes in Heaven.

The woman tried to refuse, looked at the still motionless man and gave him a decidedly unfriendly look. You dragged her to the group. You sat in the circle, the drunken people spinning an empty Coca-Cola bottle. Then the bottle spun, spun, and stopped, pointing at you and Kid. With your arms raised in the air, you looked at her in surprise. You stood up and you both went to the closet at the back of the room. The drunken giggles of the group were muffled inside the closet. It was cramped. You leaned against the back wall of the closet and Eustass hovered over you, each hand on either side of your head, pressing you down. You fanned yourself.

"it's hot in here. Don't you think it's crazy that the bottle stopped on both of us?"

"Did that guy say anything to you?" She was talking about Law, wasn't she? You shook your head.

"No. We just greeted each other."

The redhead narrowed her eyes, but sighed in relief.

"Great." She observed you beneath her weight. Eustass was a 2.05-meter-tall mechanic with intense brown eyes and the scent of cocoa. You, a short receptionist with the scent of honey. And your lips, sticky with watermelon gloss, made her head spin. She swallowed hard, her cheeks turning a peony color. "Y/N... I need to tell you something."

"What?"

She scratched the back of her neck, gathering courage. Her arms pinned you against the back of the closet.

"I don't want to be your friend anymore."

You froze.

"What? What do you mean? Was it something I did?"

Your heart pounded, erratically.

"It's just that... I don't think we're compatible anymore." She lied. You grabbed her shoulders.

"What?! That's absurd! What do you mean?!"

She was angry, her brow furrowed, her face red.

"That's what I said."

"But Kid!"

She tried to move away in that small space in the closet, her back hitting the door. You pulled her by the shoulders and she instinctively lowered herself, face to face with you.

"What's this talk about "not being compatible anymore"? Have you gone crazy? We've been friends for 10 years!"

"People change, [your name]."

"It's not quite like that. You brought me to this party today so I wouldn't feel sad, and now you're rejecting me like this?"

"Y/N."

"Seriously? Just like my exes?"

"What does your exes have to do with this, for fuck's sake?"

You pressed your fingers into her shoulders.

"You never liked any of them. You never liked anyone I flirted with. You always helped me, you even brought me here so I could have fun and forget my problems," you pleaded. "And then out of nowhere you decide you don't want to be my friend anymore? Are you kidding me? They also decided they didn't want me anymore out of nowhere."

Eustass bit her lip. She hated when you bit your lip and ground your teeth, but she was doing it herself now, unable to tell the truth.

"Look," she lowered her head before raising it, determined. "You're my dearest friend."

"Yes."

"But have you ever wondered why I always borrow your lipstick?"

Silence. You blinked a few times.

"Because you always forget yours?"

"And isn't it strange to you that I never liked anyone you dated or flirted with?"

You stared at her, confused, frowning and raising an eyebrow. "Because you said those people didn't deserve me."

"Exactly."

"And I didn't know my worth. And that I was stupid for letting the wrong people love me."

"Yeah."

Silence followed in the closet. You scratched your head.

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong with what? Don't you understand yet?"

"You said you want to end our friendship because we're not compatible anymore. I just don't understand what the rest has to do with it."

She was practically fuming with anger, wanting to shake you and scream.

"Look, Law's here at the party." — She tried to calm down, taking a deep breath. "Do you remember when you had that thing with him?"

"Yes."

—"And he hurt you, remember?"

"yes."

"And I told you that you only like the wrong people."

"Law... I liked him." You murmured. "Maybe I should try talking to him again when we leave here."

With that, Kid derailed. She grabbed your shoulders tightly and shook you.

"You idiot! Don't you realize I like you?! I'm the right person for you, you moron!"

You looked at her, stunned. Your eyes widened when you realized what she meant.

"what? Like me?"

"Yes. And I'm going to ruin our friendship now." She swallowed, a deep sigh escaping her red lips. The redhead brought their faces closer. "Are you ready for more?"

"Huh?"

Kid stole a kiss from you, her hands supporting you on either side of your head, keeping you pinned in place. Without realizing it, you returned the kiss, your fingers sinking into the skin of her shoulders. Your watermelon lip gloss blended with her red lipstick. The closet grew warm, your hands sank into her hair as she lowered her hands to your waist. When you broke the kiss for lack of air, you caught your breath, and she was completely red.

"you look like a pepper!"

"shut up."