#[ GET HER ON THE BOAT HURRY. he wants to show her :'( ]

[seasailed]

honestly she just wants to see the boat

that's so many bingos??? A SIGN???

[kwanisms]

Kinktober 「10:19」 — c.seungcheol

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➮ merman!Seungcheol × fem!Reader wc: 2.7k summary: It’s been a few weeks since Y/N last came to the small seaside town where her boyfriend resides and suffice it to say, he’s missed her greatly. genres/themes/au: smut; supernatural, horror, thriller; non idol au, monster idol au warnings: adult dialogue, female reader, alcohol consumption, supernatural and horror themes; sexual content (18+ mdni), see smut warnings under the cut! taglist has been moved to reblogs join my taglists! kinktober taglist is CLOSED! Strikethrough means I cannot tag you.  MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. AGELESS BLOGS WILL ALSO BE BLOCKED.

a/n: i wasn’t sure what direction i wanted to go in with this but I’m happy with the way it went. As usual, Cheol gets the daddy treatment. I swear one of these days I won’t write him with a daddy kink. It just fits so fucking well. This is kinda self indulgent but I hope my s.coups stan readers enjoy reading as much as i enjoyed writing! Thank you for reading. Next part of Kinktober is Wooyoung and is kinda similar to this in that he’s a siren! as always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only.

smut warnings: teratophilia (aka monsterfucking), daddy kink, choking (f receiving), unprotected sex (pls use protection. Cheol doesn’t need it. He’s a merman lol), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms (f receiving), sex on a boat, use of pet names (babe, sweetheart, angel, pearl, etc.), and i think i got them all. if i missed any, please let me know!  kinks: Daddy kink + choking dialogue prompt: ❛❛ Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.❜❜

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“Fuck,” you groaned as you pulled into a parking space. “I’m so fucking late!” You grabbed your things, rushing to get out of the car and rush to the trunk, glancing up at the sky as you pulled your suitcase out of the trunk, slamming it shut before hurrying across the parking lot.

The wind swirled around you, the smell of sea water permeating the air as you headed for the marina, suitcase in tow. The sun was beginning to set and you only had a few hours to get to the islet before sundown if you wanted to dock safely.

As you crossed the gangway, you felt a chill creep in, the clouds moving in as gulls flew overhead, calling out in successive squawks. You reached the door to the marina office, pulling it open and stepped over the threshold into the small building, smiling at the man behind the counter as he read a newspaper, looking over you with an unamused expression.

“Hi,” you said breathlessly as you walked to the counter, pulling your suitcase. “I have a reservation.” The man glanced at your suitcase, your choice of attire before he set his newspaper aside. “Name?” he asked in a monotonous voice.

As you gave him your name, he checked the book, brows raising as he found your reservation. “You’re a regular,” he noted as he started filling out the paperwork. He went over the papers, having you sign and date the appropriate documents before he handed over the keys. “I don’t think you need me to tell you to be careful,” he started. “But it’s getting rough out there,” he added.

You thanked him, promising that you weren’t going far and you’d be safe.

He showed you to the boat that was yours for the duration of your trip and went over the typical safety stuff. After a thorough last minute lesson, not that you needed it, you thanked him, boarded the boat and put your things down below in the cabin before setting off, casting off from the dock and slowly taking the boat out to sea.

You followed your GPS, remembering exactly where the islet was located.

You knew by memory how to get there but having the extra tools was nice.

The sun was at the horizon by the time the rocky shore of the small island came into view and you carefully maneuvered to the old wooden dock, tossing the rope to pull yourself parallel with the dock.

Once the boat was securely docked, you went down into the cabin to change, hoping that you weren’t too late.

Seungcheol had spent the last couple weeks patrolling the waters of the sleepy seaside town he called home. Not that he actually lived in town. No, how could he? His home was the water. He’d been expecting you to show up for two weeks now and still there had been no sign of you. Not a word, not a whisper. He was starting to get worried.

As he watched the marina, he saw no movement, the sun almost completely below the horizon. He let out a frustrated groan, diving below the surface of the icy water as he headed for the islet, hoping that maybe he just missed you and that you were already there.

As he neared the islet, he surfaced, squinting in the darkness and saw a boat moored at the dock, his heart leaping in his chest as a smile spread across his face, the urge to do a happy dance taking over him before he pushed it down and dove under the water once more, swimming straight for the boat.

You had just finished eating dinner and washed the dishes when you heard a thump against the side of your boat. Getting up from the bed, you climbed the steps to the deck, turning on the search light and moving it around, shining it over the water.

There was another thump and you quickly grabbed the handheld torch, turning it on with a click and walking over to the starboard side to peer over the railing at the water below. There was a splash and a flash of a dark shadow but you couldn’t see anything else.

Another thump came but from the port side this time, so you crossed over, about to shine a light when you heard another knock on the starboard side and you stopped, letting out a sigh of frustration.

“Choi Seungcheol, stop fucking with me,” you snapped, your voice loud in the darkness over the sound of the waves lapping at the rocks. The thumping stopped followed by the sound of someone blowing raspberries from the stern. You walked towards the back where the ladder was and peered over the edge to find looking back at you the familiar face of the man you’d come to see.

You could see his tail, scales glittering in the beam of your light.

“Stop playing around and get up here,” you said, rolling your eyes as you turned and started to head back towards the steps to the cabin. “There’s clean, dry clothes and a towel on the bridge.”

You climbed down the steps as you heard him follow you, climbing the ladder. You could hear him above deck, moving about as he dragged himself along before the sound was replaced with footsteps.

Moments later, he appeared, barefoot and dressed in the clothes you left for him as he dried his hair and joined you below deck. “Hey,” he said breathlessly. “Hi,” you said as you sat back down on the bed. He ran the towel over his hair once more as he looked around. “Nice boat,” he said as he inspected. “How long do you have it for?”

“Just the week,” you said as you picked up your laptop, continuing to scroll through the page of real estate. Seungcheol tossed the towel in the hamper and walked over to the bed, sitting on the edge. You turned to look at him, the end of a pen between your teeth as you wrote down in a notebook. 

His hair was still damp, some of it sticking to his forehead. The pale blue shirt you’d given him was sticking to his body in places that had still been wet when he put it on. Your eyes roamed over his toned chest and arms, the fabric seeming to stretch over his muscles.

“So,” he started as he glanced at your screen. “Find anything yet?” he asked. You shook your head, turning your attention back to the laptop. “No,” you answered, brow furrowing as you tried to focus. “Everything is out of my price range.” You let out a sigh of frustration.

“I might have to find something outside of town…”

Seungcheol glanced at you, a frown appearing on his face. You looked at him, finding him already staring at you. “What?” you asked. “What if I got a job?” he asked. You stared at him incredulously. “A job?” you asked, clarifying that you had heard him correctly. He nodded. “I could help bring money in and then you could afford a place in town.”

You shook your head. “That would take you from the ocean,” you answered. “I’m not doing that to you,” you added as you turned your attention back to the computer screen. “I just want you close,” he admitted. You smiled at him. “I know, baby,” you replied. “I’ll figure it out. Don’t worry.”

Seungcheol fell silent as you continued to scroll through the listings. He watched the way your tongue danced around the end of the pen and he felt himself starting to grow hard at the thought of your tongue swirling around the tip of his cock instead. He cleared his throat.

“Sweetheart?” he said softly.

You didn’t look at him, instead humming in response as you kept your attention focused on the screen. “I haven’t seen you in almost a year,” he continued. “Could we put the laptop away for a bit?” You glanced up at him, eyes wide. “Oh, right,” you said as you shut the laptop and set it on the shelf inside the headboard, pulling the pin from your mouth. “Sorry,” you said as you moved closer, one of your hands sliding up his bicep to the side of his neck before pulling him in for a kiss.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmured against your lips, one of his hands moving to the small of your back. “I missed you too,” you replied. You took his face between your hands, pulling him with you as you leaned back against the pillows, forcing him to climb over you, settling between your thighs as his tongue slipped into your mouth, caressing your own.

“Fuck I’ve missed you,” he groaned, burying his face in your neck. “Miss your face.” He kissed your neck. “Missed your voice.” He placed a kiss against your shoulder. “Missed your body.” His kisses traveled further down over your cloth covered chest and stomach. “Missed having you under me,” he groaned, bumping his nose against your mound, inhaling sharply.

“Missed tasting you, touching you, teasing you,” he said as his hands moved, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and tugging them down, pulling your panties down with them. You parted your thighs as he tossed your clothes aside licking his lips as he got an eyeful of your cunt. “Missed this,” he whispered, parting your folds and running his tongue from your slit to your clit, letting out a groan at the taste of you.

You let out a moan, head falling back as he wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking softly before teasing with his tongue in slow circles and licks. Your fingers combed through his hair as your chest rose and fell with your breathing. “Cheollie,” you moaned, stroking his hair as he continued to make out with your pussy, lewdly licking and slurping at your clit as he groaned against you.

“Cheollie,” you breathed out again, back arching slightly as he flicked your clit with the tip of his tongue. “Hmm?” he answered. “I need you, baby,” you whined. Seungcheol chuckled, flattening his tongue as he pressed it against your clit, shaking his head, looking at you with dark eyes, pupils blown with lust as he continued to lick and suck. 

“Cheollie,” you whined. He pulled back “That’s not my name, baby,” he said in a stern voice. “You know what to call me.” You ran your fingers through his hair. “Daddy please,” you whined. Seungcheol’s response was immediate, his tongue back on you in an instant. It didn’t take him long to have you on the edge once more, holding your hips down as his tongue played with your clit until you finally came, thighs squeezing his head as he lapped at your cunt repeatedly.

He finally pulled away, moving his hands to undo his shirt, shrugging it off and throwing it to the floor before moving to undo the ties of his shorts, pushing them down as well, his thick cock springing back up as it was freed.

He kicked the shorts to the floor as you sat up before ripping your shirt off over your head, laying your bare body back against the sheets as he moved between your thighs. He took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few languid strokes as he lined the tip with your entrance.

“You ready, baby?” he asked. You hummed in response, wiggling your hips, silently begging for him to finally give in and sink his thick cock into your aching cunt. Seungcheol let out an exasperated sigh, leaning forward to grab your face, squishing your cheeks together.

“Baby, I asked you a question. If you know what’s good for you, you better answer me.”

You nodded. “Y-yes daddy,” you murmured, looking back up at him with excited eyes. Seungcheol pulled back, pressing the head of his cock against your slit, keeping his eyes trained on you and holding your gaze as he started to lean forward.

You groaned as he pushed into you. Once his cockhead was nestled in your cunt, he moved his hands to the backs of your thighs, pushing them against you as he sank further into your walls, his thick cock filling your pussy and dragging against your walls until he bottomed out.

“God I missed you,” he breathed out, eyes fluttering shut as he rested, letting you adjust to the intrusion. It had been over a year since you’d been intimate and the first time always stung due to his size. Your hand moved over his, sliding up to his forearm and giving it a slight squeeze.

“Okay, daddy,” you moaned. “I’m ready.”

Seungcheol pulled back with a sigh before sinking his cock back into you, letting out a groan as he filled you with one, slow stroke. “Fuck, princess,” he groaned. “You feel so fucking good. So fucking tight around daddy’s cock.” He gave you another thrust before setting a steady pace, pumping in and out of your tight heat. 

Sex with your boyfriend was always an experience as he preferred quality over quantity. It wasn’t about how many strokes it took to have you coming undone but how well he angled those strokes or how hard they were. If he wanted, he could have you cumming on his cock in as little as ten thrusts. He’d done it before. He knew your body better than anyone, even you.

The first time you had sex had been on the beach in the dead of night. One minute, he’d taken you out to a hidden cove to look at the stars and the next he was balls deep inside you, murmuring between kisses how much he loved you. It had been a rather sandy affair and he promised the next time, he’d plan a little better.

The next time, he didn’t plan better and ended up fucking you roughly against some rocks from behind half in the water. That was the first time he fucked you without changing, his cock emerging from its sheath inside his body. He found you quite liked that and thought it was extremely erotic. Any chance he got to fuck you in his true form, he took it, even if it meant you had to be partially submerged.

The next time he got you naked, was on the boat you were renting at the time. It was smaller and more cramped but he enjoyed every second of it. It was around that time that he discovered you had a few particularly interesting likes in the bedroom so to speak.

He learned that you liked being dominated. You loved being held down and pleasured until you couldn’t take it anymore. You loved when he wrapped his fingers around your throat or filled your mouth with them. You showed him quickly that you liked it raw, filthy, and were open to a lot of new things.

Seungcheol let out a growl as your walls clamped around his cock as you teetered on the edge, moaning for him over and over in a chant like you were in prayer. Your hand found his, grabbing his wrist and guided his hand to your throat. 

His fingers squeezed, cutting off the oxygen to your brain and you finally came, crying out for him, cunt convulsing around his thick cock. He fucked you through it before setting a faster more rough pace, pounding into you. You’d gotten yours and now it was his turn.

“Such a dirty little girl,” he groaned, slamming into you as he kept a tight hold on your throat. “Likes it when daddy chokes her until she cums. Can you give me another one?” he asked, his voice barely audible over the sound of his skin against yours.

You nodded, head lolling as his thrusts grew in intensity and power. “Then give me another, baby. Cum on daddy’s cock.” Your thighs shook as you tried to close them but Seungcheol kept a tight hold on you, one hand on your thigh, the other on your neck as he fucked you through another orgasm before he finally came, releasing into you with a groan as his hot seed filled your walls.

He continued to thrust a few more times before he finally stilled, panting as he released your throat, his hand moving back to your thigh to spread your legs open as he looked down where his cock disappeared into your hole, a ring of cum around the base of his cock.

“You made a mess all over daddy’s cock, princess,” he murmured. You looked up at him through half open eyes as he looked up to meet your gaze. “Sorry, daddy,” you breathed. “S’okay, baby,” he said with a smile as he slowly pulled out of you.

“I like it when you make a mess.”

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[deadpool15]

Unexpected Visitor P2.

Before I knew it, two men had just pushed me in the ground, hurting my stomach in the process causing me to scream out the first name that came to mind. “MANNY”.

Abruptly the phone call ended, I had never felt a sense of fear like this before. Not me for me though, my child. Right before Armando went to prison I wanted to tell him about the kid but too much was happening, a part of me wanting him to be involved in our life though the other part of me had to be logical and as much as it hurt, I had to let him go. Armando wasn’t the father but with the way our relationship was going he damm sure had no issue stepping up and showing me he could be.

We were huddled up and moved to another location before that fucking asshole received a call from a partner I’m guessing to move the hostages. Then we were planted in cars and boats apparently traveling to Cuba. “Are they gonna kill us?” I had completely forgotten Callie was here alongside us. I felt worse if anything, I couldn’t even reach out to hug her, I knew she needed comfort right now more than anything.

“No, sweetie we are going to be fine. Mike and Marcus are going to come for us. No one will hurt you ok?” Pushing myself closer to her to offer her a shoulder to lean on. Since, in this situation that’s all I could really do. “Look at you, mama bear giving her false hope. Already entering your mama phase and it hasn’t even started.” Looking at this asshole who had already pissed me off for yanking my locs. “It’s not false hope and last time I checked your boss gave you orders to not walk around speaking to me and my fucking family asshat. So, how about you do everyone a favor and check the perimeter, lord knows u could use the walk.”

He moves closer to push some of my hair back into place before caressing my cheekbones. I hurry and bit the shit outta his finger when he gets closer causing him to scream aloud and slap me. A gray haired man comes over to check the situation, head butting guy before sending him off to check the area leaving me. Christine sits there in tears worried for both me and Callie. Eventually, we hear noise from outside causing someone to yell out commands and we realize we are being moved. “Come on, ladies it’s your big day. Don’t let them outta your fucking sight, especially the feisty one.” Motioning towards me.

After a moment of waiting outside we notice something out of the ordinary and sadly so did our kidnappers causing one to grab my fucking hair again and push me back into this stupid gator park. Gunshots ringing straight through my ears causing pain. And then the man holding me falls, shot dead right in front of me. “O my fucking god, I think I’m gonna be sick.” Tears running down my face cloud my vision causing me to trip a couple of times trying to run away from the constant gunfire. Managing to untie the knot that had broken skin off my wrists, I immediately look for sight of Callie.

Crawling on the floor trying to find my 16-year old god daughter in the middle of an abandoned gator park is not something I thought I would be doing today. Finally, I look over and find Callie trying to run away from two men. Without a second thought, I run over towards here as fast as my body would let me. Grabbing ahold of her, causing her to shout not knowing the identity of who she believed was another attacker. “Callie, Callie stop it it’s me.” Holding onto the girl for dear life I check for any injuries. From the corner of my eye I see movement causing me to turn around while shoving Callie behind my back.

And right before I thought my life had came to an end. He appeared. Armando pushed us both behind him. Looking at me, while holding onto my arm not letting go. “Stay behind me. You gotta trust me.” Hearing those words hurt, made me realize how dangerous the situation was, maybe one of us wouldn’t make it. Fighting off a group of men while getting sliced up relentlessly, made me shriek in fear for the man I love. Grabbing Callie and pushing her towards the door as we try to run away a man pushed us back and Armando fight him off taking a knife to the shoulder. Leaving him on the ground in pain, I’m quick to grab him and try to pull him up. Before, I hear Callie scream.

Looking down all I saw was blood. Rushing down, but it wasn’t from Armando, it was me. My blood was pouring down. My vision started to become blurry and suddenly nothing was coherent. They were speaking but my brain couldn’t comprehend anything in that moment. Armando gathers his strength and looks at me, like a burst of adrenaline he shoots to quick while grabbing me with Callie’s help and moving towards the door. I soon feel us stop and look up and can make out a spec of what looks to be Armando’s face and his mouth is moving. “My baby, no..o the b-baby. Help.” And then everything fades. Trying to grab ahold of my stomach as a last resort to protect my son.

Armando

Sitting here facing off with Callie’s mom, while holding onto my girl. I watch my father and Callie plead for my life. “Go.. before I change my mind. Grabbing a hold of her I move with my father to find a boat. Before starting it up he looks at me, ��Take this, head south. Don’t look back, and be good.” Smiling I look at him, thanking the world I got to know him. “That’s not your choice, detective.” Grabbing ahold of her and starting up the boat looking back at him, “take care of them.” With one last smile I nod and drive off. Seeing him for the last time.

2 weeks later…

“Manny, are you ready to watch the stars.” Hearing nothing my random little noises as my respond I smile. Grabbing ahold of my son I make my way to the patio to oversee the stars, “pretty right baby?” Hearing boots hitting the pavement I look up seeing Armando. “Ain’t got a thing on you, though baby.” Smiling while I watch him move closer to grab our son and play with him. Reminded how much I love him and our litter family. “What you thinking about, Girasol?” Pulling him closer for a kiss, staring into his eyes while running my nails through his hair. “Us, baby. Always about us.”

[harrywavycurly]

Niall talking to Harry about planning her Bach party please Sarah?😂😘😘

Hiii babes!! This makes me laugh because imagine if it never clicked for Harry that Niall being your Man of Honor meant he would be planning your Bach party and stuff? So I’ll happily give you a convo where it all dawns on Harry what all exactly Niall is in charge of with your wedding 😂💖

-find all things Lonely here✨

*this is done in dialogue form because it’s just a fun little conversation*

A/N: Niall drops by for a visit and Harry becomes aware of what all Niall is in charge of since he’s your Man of Honor, enjoy the bickering between my fave besties that like to act as if they hate each other✨

“Yer office has a couch in it? What the bloody fuck for? You have a living room right down stairs…” “Because I wanted one in here for when I have to work late and-why are you even here Niall?” “Well I came to see if your lovely fiancé or better known as my bestfriend was home but I forgot she’s dress shopping today so…figured I’d see if you were busy and up for a hang out.” “You weren’t invited to that?” “Oh I was but I had a morning meeting-” “wait you…you were actually invited to go dress shopping with her and the rest of the bridesmaids?” “Yeah? I’m her man of honor I’m invited to everything.” “So you’d get to see her dress before me? What kind of shit is that?” “I’m not her bloody fiancé Harry so yeah I was always going to see the dress before you mate…besides I was there when the girls picked their bridesmaids dresses and while it was a bit like herding cats watching them pick two that they agreed on it was entertaining at least.” “You got to see the Paige and Emily showdown in person?” “Oh yeah…them two love to argue over everything…bout had to hold Emily back when Paige told her we should go with floor length gowns instead of knee length…” “she didn’t even let me see which dresses the girls ended up getting…” “really? Well don’t try no sneaky shit with me H I’m not telling you shit she doesn’t want you to know…but I’m glad that’s one thing I can cross off my list of duties to help with…I have to focus on this bachelorette weeken-” “I’m sorry? You have to focus on what now?” “Planning her Bach party…it’s like my main job besides like making sure she actually shows up to the alter on time and all that jazz.” “You…you’re…planning…her party?” “Well s’more like a mini vacation because I’m thinking Miami for four days and getting a yacht for the main event because she loves a boat day ya know?” “Miami? Really?” “That’s the place they all agreed on…I just need to get some details settled with her before booking everything.” “I just…I didn’t think you were really going to be so…involved.” “What the fuck did you think I was gonna be doing Harry? Standing around looking pretty? No..I’m the bloody Man of Honor and I take that shit seriously.” “That’s…that’s good to know I guess…what else are you in charge of then?” “Ah yer gonna love this…I gotta assist her in bathroom breaks during the reception…like hold her dress and shit.” “Say that again?” “Yeah…like proper make sure she doesn’t like…ruin her dress or anything when she needs to take a leak.” “I don’t fucking think so Niall. Man of Honor or not you’re not going to be helping my wife go to the bathroom.” “See I told her you’d be all upset about it…so she got Emily to take over that part of my job.” “You’re such an asshole.” “I just like to see you sweat is all…so how’s Gemma coming with your bachelor party?” “What? She’s not-” “she’s not what? She’s your best woman Harry that means she’s in charge of shit like that…and knowing your sister she’s gonna plan something wild…I gotta call her and make sure I’m invited….is it weird that me and Amelia will be at the bachelorette party together?” “I need your bestfriend to hurry up and come home..you’re giving me a headache…I need to lay down…” “good thing you have this couch in here then…”

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Nami (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

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⋆｡°✩ ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊    ┊        ┊               ┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚★⋆｡˚  ⋆ ┊         ┊       ┊   ⋆                                                                                                         ┊         ┊       ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆      ┊ .  ˚            ˚★

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 Y/n stayed focused on them making sure not to ruin the design, it was daytime and Nami was looking at the map to the grandline "that's strange..." she mutters, Y/n looked back "hey Nami!" Nami raised her head "what?" Y/n held her hand up "like my nails?" she asked excitedly.

Nami stared at her "it's alright..." Y/n frowned before perking up "you look cute in your glasses!" Nami paused for a moment before staring back down at her map.

Zoro exited the small room "hey um Nami, your toilets busted" Nami head shot up "we don't have a toilet." Zoro paused "oh...well something is leaking back there" getting up Nami hurried into the room shutting the door behind her.

"Zoro! Zoro! like my nails?" she held up her hand showing off the design, Zoro tilted his head "looks cool" Y/n huffed annoyed by their lack of reaction before returning to decorating her nails.

Luffy nudged Y/n "Luffy! be careful! you almost messed me up" he was sitting next to her "what do you think of the name Straw hat crew? got a nice ring to it don't you think?" Y/n nodded happily "I like it-" nudging him softly with her elbow she smirked "-Captain" Luffy could feel his heart thump a little faster as his face grew red.

Laughing Y/n knew just how flustered Luffy got when she called him that, it was a little odd to her but she didn't question it.

Grabbing her bag she dug through it "look at these glass bottles I found!" Luffy watched as she pulled out three oddly shaped bottles.

He tilted his head "what are those for?" he questioned, Y/n took the corck out of each of the bottles "to collect ocean water." Luffy tilted his head "why?" Y/n dipped one of the bottles under the water "well just in case I need it so I don't die, and what if we run into another devil fruit user? throw some of this on them and we'll have nothing to worry about."

Luffy grinned "so smart!" Y/n filled up each bottle before popping the cork back into them making sure they were tightly shut.

Zoro stared at Buggy's wanted poster "wow, he was worth 15 million berry..." Y/n awed "wow that's a lot..." Y/n stood up as Nami walked over "well we're not going to be here for very long, turns out syrup village is known for its ship building." Luffy perked up "what are we waiting for then?" Luffy walked away, Nami following him, Zoro ripped the wanted poster down muttering "stupid clown"

Y/n chuckled and walked away as did Zoro.

"Wait till I get my hands on that rubber hose little runt, and the dumb fish face, no body make fun of Buggy the clown!" Buggy sneered rummaging through the different crates.

That was until he heard a noise behind him, turning around he saw a fishman standing in his spotlight "oh great another one of you fish faces...."

The fishman spoke "Buggy the clown. Arlong wanted a word with you." Buggy scoffed turning away "well you can tell Arlong I said "I don't take requests."

Y/n and the others walked around looking at all the different ships, "look at them all..." Luffy smirked looking around. Zoro asked the important question "how much do these even cost?" Nami spoke "if you have to ask you probably can't afford it."

Y/n trailed behind them still wanting to look at all the interesting boats. Nami glanced over at Luffy "look we're gonna need something a little less flashy if we want to sneak out of here." she stated, Luffy stopped and looked over at her "you want to steal a ship?" Nami looked at him as if it was obvious.

Crossing her arms she spoke "how else did you expect us to get one?" dosing out Y/n played with her hair until Zoro called out to her "Y/n come on" she blinked and followed them "sorry."

He looked at her questioningly "what's up with you spacing out all the time?" Y/n apologized "I just have a lot on my brain sometimes" she muttered, her fins glowing out of embarrassment.

Zoro shrugged and kept walking, somehow they had managed to lose Luffy "where did he go?" Nami sighed "hopefully he's not causing trouble." Y/n nodded in agreement.

Walking around Y/n spotted him standing next to very large ship with a goat's head in the front "there you are!" she called out hurrying over to him.

Y/n stared at the ship in awe "wow...she's gorgeous..." she muttered, Luffy called out "guys! I found it! I found our ship, and this guy will sell it to us!" he smiled.

Y/n looked at the male he had dark brown skin and a brown scarf tied around his head holding back his hair, he was very handsome.

The male looked confused "o-oh um what..uh" Luffy nodded "yep we'll take it!" the man shook his head "technically she's not for sale" Y/n frowned, as did Luffy "I mean technically i'm not a salesman..." Y/n only 'oh'ed' at his words.

Nami held her hands on her hips "well do you even work here?" Y/n cocked her head to the side "hm.."

He looked at the rest of them "of course I do, I'm the chief technician in charge of ​encrustation removal and aviary waste eradication." Y/n and Luffy both grew confused at his big words.

Zoro dumped it down "he scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit" Y/n and Luffy both "ooohhh" at his words.

Y/n sighed "well that's not much help." he quickly cut in "wait, wait, wait, I can help you." he began "the owner of this ship just happens to be my closest friend." Y/n smiled "that's great!" Nami raised a suspicious brow "you're friends with the owner of this ship...?"

He nodded, "not just this one, but the whole shipyard" Y/n grew excited "wow! really! that's so cool!" the male smiled at Y/n "I know right" Y/n bounced up and down "let's go meet her! she sounds awesome!" the male chuckled "alright i'll take you guys to her, I'm sure you can strike a deal with her" he stated.

He walked away "follow me." Y/n and the others followed behind him Luffy and Y/n giggling like children. Nami and Zoro watched from behind them "just a like." Nami sighed, "no wonder they're best friends." Zoro muttered

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Luffy looked in awe at the house "wow i've never seen a house this big before..." he stated, Y/n walked around "so pretty..." she muttered, "all of this just for one person?" she questioned, the male looked over "well no she lives here with her butler and a few other staff." he stated.

Y/n looked at the flowers "so pretty! Zoro! look!" picking up one of the flowers from the pond she showed it to him, he didn't look to impressed but he found her excitement cute so he humored her a bit "it's pretty, it kinda matches with your skin" the color did match with her clashing skin tones.

Nami slapped his arm, he looked at her confused "don't say that. she might think you're making fun of her...condition" she whisper shouted to him, Zoro blinked "oh...Y/n I didn't mean it like that-" Y/n chuckled shaking her head "I know what you meant it's okay" she stated putting the flower back in the pond.

She walked ahead of them to catch up with Luffy, "see she was fine with it." Nami rolled her eyes "just. be mindful of what you say. who knows what's going on inside that head of hers"

Luffy asked "hey so if you're always welcomed here why do we have to go around the back?" Y/n nodded in agreement, the male stumbled over his words "u-uh well I never use the front entrance, this is more of a VIP entrance."

Y/n couldn't care less about what they were talking about, she only had a big interest in the garden looking over all the different colored flowers and nicely cut garden hedges.

That was until the male stopped "ya'know there's a more exclusive entrance back this way!" Y/n spotted two people one of them was a round man with an odd haircut, while there was a girl with blue hair.

He tossed a knife towards the male "now what the hell are you doing here Usopp?" Y/n leaned closer to Luffy "they don't seem very happy to see him."

The male dubbed as Usopp chuckled nervously "Buchi, buddy, uh Kaya is expecting me." Buchi grabbed Usopp glaring at him "another one of your lies...you're not welcomed here you know that." Usopp tilted his head "I know nothing of the sort. uh I'm here to give Kaya an extra special gift."

Buchi looked as if he was about to say something rude when a polite voice called out to him "Usopp!" the four of the five of the looked over seeing a blonde girl with a pink dress, she held onto the arm of her butler.

"What a wonderful surprise" she smiled, Y/n and the others watch the interaction between the two "Kaya! happy birthday" she looked a little shocked "you remembered."

Y/n pouted looking at Luffy "you never remembered my birthday" he snapped his head over "yes I do!" Y/n dead panned "when's my birthday?" she questioned, he stopped for a second as if he was deep in thought. Y/n sighed "wow some best friend you are." Luffy grabbed her shoulders "I remember I just wasn't expecting that question!"

Y/n laughed "i'm kidding Luf!" she stated patting his head, he let out a sigh of relief "oh...don't do that! that wasn't funny!" Y/n only laughed harder covering her mouth, Luffy let go of her shaking his head.

Usopp pointed behind him "I brought my crew!" Y/n cocked her head to the side as Luffy blinked "is he talking about us?" Kaya lightly waved towards them "nice to meet you! you all must stay for dinner!" she insisted.

Luffy perked up at the mentions of food, as did Y/n "I am kinda of hungry now that you mention it" Luffy smiled "alright when do we eat?" her butler scoffed "you don't. Not dressed like that." Y/n looked down at her clothes wondering what was wrong with them?

Was it too revealing?

Klahadore turned his attention to the girl with blue hair "Sham. show Usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner" Y/n held her hand up to her nose sniffing, 'well I do smell the seawater so reasonable' she shrugged.

Following the blue haired girl walked past Kaya whispering "happy birthday" to her, Kaya smiled and nodded "thank you" as she walked past Klahadore stared at Y/n intensely. Even though it creeped her out she gave him a polite smile, he looked her up and down as if he was analyzing her.

But that was soon cut short when Zoro stepped in blocking his view "watch where you're staring" he muttered to him before Zoro kept walking staying close to Y/n. Nami watched with a tiny smirk.

Luffy flipped through the different clothes "so many options! what should I wear?" Nami looked back at him "anything you want. when are you going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?" stepping out from behind a cover up thing (I totally did NOT forget what those are called) she had on a blue and black dress.

"Well what do you think?" she asked Luffy "well, you look like Nami" he shrugged, she sighed "I'll just ask Y/n...wait where is Y/n?" Zoro walked past before stopping Luffy greeting him "Zoro! what you gonna wear?" he asked, Zoro looked around the room "something black."

Luffy looked around "hey Zoro have you seen Y/n?" he asked, Zoro shook his head "nope maybe she's still in the bath" he shrugged. Luffy sighed "i'm gonna go look for her" he stood up leaving the room. Zoro watched him go "hopefully that butler isn't around her." As Nami flipped through the clothes she decided to tease him a a bit.

Looking back she smirked "why? you scared he's gonna steal her from you?" Zoro scoffed "no, I just don't like the way he was looking at her." Nami chuckled "my point exactly." Zoro rolled his eyes muttering "whatever..."

Luffy walked through the large house back to the bathrooms, without thinking he opened the door "Y/n you in here-oh!" Y/n was peacefully soaking in the warm water her tossed back. The water graciously stopped right before it showed off her entire chest.

Opening her eyes she squealed "Luffy!" his cheeks flared up as he quickly shut the door yelling "Sorry!" he hurried back to the room. "did you find her?" Nami asked, Luffy nodded silently his cheeks still burning red.

Zoro stared at him "somethings telling me he saw something he shouldn't have." Nami nodded in agreement.

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A/n: Can you tell who my favorite character is?

Tag List: @luuffyswife @ghostlyworld @valen-yamyam16 @juhdoche

[mskenway97]

Tfp merformers a.u Optimus x Reader.

I felt inspired for this one, I wanted to make it an everyday thing, there is a bit of a language barrier. But I thought it was adorable. I choose a human reader

Warning: None

Words: 829

(Merformers) Tfp Optimus Prime x Gn!Human!Reader

Fishing time

Today was not a lucky day for Y/N. The tide was calm on a sunny day, in the boat. A lot of trash had been picked up this week, no fish were in the area.

Y/N was desperate to catch something, otherwise she was going to get kicked out and the boat was not hers. Although fishing wasn't her thing, she just wanted the boat to see her huge sea friend.... None other than a blue, red and white whale.

Literally that whale had saved her life in a storm. He wanted to know more about her without exposing her to danger. Only the mere thought that Y/N would never see her again tore him apart.

-Let's go mince little fish....

Y/N cast the rod with the bait, only to see that it barely moved after a while he saw that something was moving. Y/N saw the opportunity to cast as hard as he could, "I'm going to get lucky" thought Y/N but as he pulled it out.

Another boot.

-Oh come on! I'm already going to wear a shoe store with so many boots! - Y/N said to himself as he cast the rod again.

This time the rod moved faster, Y/N smiled as he cast it looked like it was going to be the good one but he saw that it was too heavy.

-Come on, it's possible... Ah!

Y/N fell into the water because of the force that pulled the rod. He felt huge hands around him and pulled him out of the water.

To see Optimus somewhat surprised.

-Hello big guy! I didn't expect to find you here - Y/N smiling.

Optimus left me in the boat as he made a few small grunts and pointed to my fishing rod.

- Ah, what do I do? Fishing and I'm not doing so good," said Y/N.

Optimus noticed Y/N's face, which was somewhat frustrated and sad. He had told her to fish... Maybe he needed some help, the big guy dove down leaving Y/N confused, thinking maybe he was in a hurry, after a few moments with no luck he saw that Optimus had returned showing something big in his hands.

- Wait... that's a swordfish! -Y/N was startled as the boat wobbled a bit and she remained calm.

Optimus was confused the quality of the swordfish was a splendid specimen, something Y/N would surely help with.

- People would ask me a lot of questions about how I got it....

Optimus released the swordfish and dived again.

A while later he came back with something else. Y/N walked over to see that it was an octopus that had latched onto it.

Optimus was trying to get it off her. After a while he succeeded but Y/N was a little depressed.

- I'm no good at fishing! I wanted to dive and explore? But if I don't... I won't be able to go back - said Y/N as he sat down Optimus' face was in front of it and nuzzle to Y/N.

It was humid, it was nice especially in summer weather, she smiled a little at the gesture, Optimus purred a little.

- I should make it clear with the fish I want.... Look it would be something like this.

Y/N pulled out a log book of the fish in this area, showing Optimus which ones she wanted.

Those fish, most of them had gone to other waters the record was out of date.... At least since photo was still around the area and they were plentiful.

Optimus carefully dragged the boat.

Y/N did not know where Optimus was taking him as he was unfamiliar with this fishing area. It was a little different than what she was used to seeing until it came to a stop. Y/N heard Optimus grunting and pointing to the fishing pole. Y/N didn't have time to answer him as she had already submerged underwater. Y/N didn't know what he was up to but he took the advice to grab the fishing pole and get on with it.

She waited for a while until he saw that he was biting not trash but several fish! She was amazed as she caught a good amount of fish. Until she saw Optimus come out of the water.- This is great, Optimus with these fish! They won't throw me out are the amount I needed! Thank you so much," said Y/N as she jumped right into his hands and hugged one of his fingers.

Optimus on the other hand was happy to help her. He knew the difficulties Y/N was having with the job had, he met her by accident and seeing her go was not something he wanted her to go. Besides being one of the few beings that freaked out when she saw him.The presence comforted him, it was different....

Maybe next time she would take him to give lessons in something else.But at least they both got the big fish.

[cup1dt3a]

hi, if you dont mind me requesting, how about a wally darling x gn reader where they are the villain of the show, but like,, unintentionally. they are vv clumsy and knock into shelves at howdys, trip eddie on his mail route, ruin julies chalk games, etc. and every time they feel horrible, but run away because they are scared of confrontation. so one day they knock over all of wallys paints while hes stepped away, and when he goes to their house to give them a piece of his mind, he finds them crying and ranting to their cat about how bad they feel but how scared they are to apologize (sorry if its too long!! ive had this idea in my head all day lol)

A poor soul who is mistaken for the villain being a victim to their own clumsiness. I love it! Hope you’re having a good day or that it gets better! Also you’re fine I love it when I get descriptive requests! ⚠️⚠️warning: Angst

“ Oh no! No no no!” You gasped panicking over the now kicked over bucket of paints.

All you wanted to do was take a closer look at Wally’s newest artwork on the large canvas. But no you just had to accidentally step into one of the paint cans. As you tried to get your leg out of it you had only made things worse. Sloshing paint everywhere, knocking down more cans, tubes, and almost the canvas. But you had managed to save in it your colossal pile of mistakes. As you finally got your foot out after jerking it out the heavy can you had noticed a small smudge of red paint. Your heart beat quickened. You ruined it! You ruined all of Wally’s hard work, hours, seconds, and passion. You just ruined it!

Why are you like this? Well that’s obvious. You’re the town screw up. The pushover who always ruins everything. You sometimes avoid going anywhere for months because you’re too scared to ruin something else. For instance one time when you were just looking the ingredients you needed to bake a cake as an apology to Julie for accidentally giving her poisonous flowers. They had all of her favorite colors , but turns out hot pink can literally burn your eyes. You had knocked down two shelves after hitting your head on them. You didn’t know what to do or how to handle all the eyes on you so you ran. Just like with Julie after giving her the flowers you ran. Just like with Frank when you accidentally tore half a page in one of his books. Just like with everyone else you always ran away.

Just like right now as you ran away from an enraged Wally who had just came out of home. Frozen in shock taken back by his usual cheeky smile now gone and replaced with an annoyed look. So you rushed to your only sanctuary as always your house.

You apologized as you ran back to your own house. You panted slamming the door as you knees curled into the floor of your home. You just wanted to look at someone’s painting and yet instead of being able to admire their work you ruined it just like every thing else. All except for one soul in this name uttered your name with a scowl. Well if they could and it was your pet cat Mr.Wiggles. He was an adorable spynx cat who you one day found out all alone in the rain in a battered up box. His red eyes may have made him look scary but you find them enduring from how much love he always showed once you were in the room. On days when you let him wander around with you to most he would look like your evil sidekick ,but to you he looked like a little angle just wanting to make friends. It’s almost like you were both on the same boat of being the outcasts of the group.

You sat on the cold floors as Mr. Wiggles came to your aid at the hurried slam of your front door. Meowing attentively as if he was trying to ask what was the matter. Seeing as you were once again crying once home. Curling beside you as he tried to comfort you.

“ Thanks buddy, but I don’t think we’ll be welcome here anymore.” You sniffled trying to hold back the rest of your tears.

“ I’m fine I just…screwed up…again!” Your voice cracked as the tears poured down once again while you trembled from each sob.

This was outrageous! How and why do you always keep on doing this!? Tube after tube of his new paints were ruined. Even his brand new canvases he laid out behind his latest work. Everything ruined and covered in the new paints. Were you just trying to make everyone feel bad? Every time you came out of your lair you always ruined something. For instance with Julie you made her sick for a week with flower pox! You had tripped Eddie while he was out on his daily run to Franks house. Burnt Poppy’s cookies when she asked you to watch over them. Ripped a book of Franks favorite book sure it was Frank, but even he wouldn’t do that to that to him. You had made a huge hole in Sally’s now broken stage. You knocked down two displays in Howdy’s store and didn’t even try to help. The worst one was with your evil little cat. He had pounced onto Barnaby’s head.

And now you decided to ruin his work. That was the last straw. Chance after chance was given to you, but now it seems like you’re just testing your luck.

“ How does someone even manage to achieve all this in under 5 minutes!?” He frustrates at the ruined paints.

His cavas had a small smudge of red paint on it thankfully. Everything except his painting was mainly ruined. But just why do you do this? The first few times when you first came here everyone brushed it off as small accidents, but it was just a constant cycle of ruining things. So he had no choice, but to try and confront you. To see just why you kept doing this. And to give you a piece of his mind once and for all.

As he greeted a few of his neighbors while he stomped over to your own home he eventually came to the dark and gloomy home of yours. Already giving him chills down his spine as he was about to knock on the door. But he soon had heard sobbing and continuous meows. Concerned he looked around to see where they were coming from and noticed one of your darkly colored windows opened still. He sneaked around the corner peeking through the cracked window.

“ I know I know! It’s just that whenever I make a mistake and try to help I just can’t stand trying to talk to anyone.” You cried.

“ I just want to be friends and make up for my mistakes, but every time I try I make a new one! I even ruined Wally’s beautiful painting and got Julie sick! I’m just a horrible person aren’t I?” You ranted to Mr. Wiggles.

“ It’s just like every other neighborhood I’ve gone to! Soon enough they’ll all start hating me and want me gone again.” You cried now uncontrollably sobbing.

He then felt pity for you as you cried out to your cat now holding him close. Just as he was about to try and comfort you he soon tripped over a stray thick vine in your almost dead garden.

“ Wha..What was that!?” You gasped startled as you slowly got up hurriedly seeing who had just yelped outside your open window.

“ Hello Neighbor!” Wally popped up from the outside of your window startling you.

“ H-Hi…I swear I didn’t mean to knock over your paints! I just…I swear it was an accident!” You sniffled.

“ I know. I didn’t mean to ease drop, but I heard everything you said. But I just wanted to say sorry to you. ” He chuckled trying to lighten up the mood even as your glazed eyes still threatened to draw tears again while you used to window as a fence between the two of you.

You shyed away from his gaze as you croaked out “ Why… I’ve done nothing, but ruin everything since I got here?”

“ Well we haven’t been the best of neighbors to you. I don’t even think I’ve even tried to get to know you.” He said as you rubbed your eyes trying not to cry again.

“So how about we give this another shot?” He asked extending his hand out for you with a comforting smile.

“ I’d like that a lot… Neighbor.” You smiled getting up from the barrier you of your window taking his hand.

Maybe things will be different this time.

Thank you all so much for reading this all the way here! Hope you’re all doing well or that it gets better!

Sincerely-Cup1dT3A 💌

[libraryofloveletters]

Say Cheese

Mick Schumacher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: both mick and angie have no patience, reader is so over it, the pains that are family photos, matching outfits, boat loads of patience needed, a cute moment in the end.

Word Count: 576

Author's Note: it's not mick without angie and it's not a blurb with the two of them together.

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Angie, much like her human father, hated to sit still for photos. Imagine the struggle to get both Schumachers to sit for a holiday card. 

Neither of them wanted to sit still.

Angie was running circles around the living room. Her little red and black flannel neck bandana bounced over her thick fur as she ran. Mick, who wasn't looking too overjoyed himself, was sitting on the couch, his flannel shirt wrinkled now.

"Can you get her, Mick?" You asked your boyfriend, slowly losing your patience.

It was your idea after all, suggesting you 3 take a family photo for his mom and so you could have something for the holiday cards. It would be rather weird if you just gave up.

Mick huffs, calling out to Angie. The dog comes running over to Mick, rubbing herself against his legs as he sat on the floor with her. "Hurry up, she's gonna get impatient." He tells you.

You bite back the urge to roll your eyes. "You sure she's the only impatient one?"

Mick cracks a smile, "like father, like daughter."

You stood in front of the two of them, Mick and Angie in front of the Christmas tree as he tried to fix her bandana.

"Smile!" You tell him, somehow that gets Angie to sit still for one second but Mick wasn't looking at the camera. When Mick finally turns, Angie's attention shifts, licking the man's cheek instead.

"Angie!" He groans, wiping off his cheek with the sleeve of your shirt.

You figured you'd try your luck before they both got flustered and ran off. You propped the phone up on the coffee table, setting it to record before smoothing your dress, red to match with Angie and Mick.

The puppy was between the two of you, Angie wagging her tail around, excited about all the attention on her for a moment. Both of you have got your arms over her, smiling at each other.

Mick's attention drops for a moment, trying to fix his shirt and as soon as he moves his hand, Angie goes running off.

"Well, we aren't getting her back, are we?" You asked him and he shook his head, pulling you into his side. The two of you stay for a moment, smiling at each other, almost as if you had forgotten all about the camera on the table.

Angie had found her spot by the fireplace when everyone settled, curled up as you and Mick did the same on the couch. He was watching reruns of some old German show on tv while you attempted to get a good screenshot of you three.

There were a few cute ones of you and Mick already but the ones with Angie took a bit more finesse.

Eventually, you manage to find a good one amidst the madness; you two looking at each other, big smiles on your faces with your arms over Angie, who by some miracle, was looking at the camera.

"Look," you tell him, showing him your phone. Mick smiles in approval, "yeah, that's the one."

"Thought so too," you smiled back at him, his lips pressed to yours before he turned back to the tv.

[mxlti-fand0m-imaginess]

Enchanted // JJ Maybank

request: none!

prompts: none!

summary: midsummer’s was the same thing every year, the same old boring party with the same old boring stuck up rich people that your parents considered their friends. but this year, something changes. there’s someone new there, and he ends up changing your life for more than one night.

warnings: language, reader overthinking, rafe momentarily being an asshole, slightly insecure reader, slightly insecure jj, a bit of ooc jj (he gets flustered and blushes), allusions to alcohol consumption, teeny tiny fight that gets resolved very quickly, readers dad being a smidgen manipulative (nothing that bad), allusions to sex but nothing explicit

word count: 5.9k

a/n: gn!reader, kook!reader, reader is implied to be shorter than jj (which i mean isn’t really that hard)

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There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely place

“And so then I said, hey wait! That’s my boat!”

You forced a laugh at the punchline to a joke you didn’t quite understand, knowing that you had to maintain a happy and invested front every time your parents dragged you off to one of these extravagant parties that you had always held a distaste for. It was always the same, your mother treated you like her own personal dress up doll, shoving you into expensive clothes that you hated and perfecting your appearance just so that she could present you to her friends.

You were always expected to be on your best behavior, kind and polite, invested in conversations that you didn’t care about with people that you cared about even less. Midsummers was always the worst. Your parents were usually uptight and controlling during these fancy events, but during Midsummers, their Kook craziness was practically tripled. It was suffocating, and frankly, exhausting.

Everyone around you was fake, and you knew that. No one really cared about each other or anything actually going on in each other’s lives. It was all a show, a way to brag to each other about their possessions and show off their wealth. It was sickening. The other side of the island was struggling to even afford food and shelter, and here you were, surrounded by selfish people with endless riches who wouldn’t even think about helping someone else with their money.

You politely excused yourself, stepping away from the conversation and walking off to an empty section of the porch wrapped around the Island Club. You needed a break, if you had to keep up that perfect little rich kid act any longer, you knew that you would snap. And you didn’t want to deal with the disappointed looks from your parents and the pitying looks from others at your building outburst. So you decided to walk away, in order to collect yourself you had to go somewhere where you could be alone.

Or at least, you thought you were alone.

Walls of insincerity

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you

You heard him before you saw him. Hurried footsteps and curses mumbled under his breath. You couldn’t recognize his voice, which intrigued you because you knew everyone from your side of the island, and you knew everyone at Midsummers. And yet, there was someone new approaching you. A stranger. And when you turned to face him, your interest was piqued even more.

He was gorgeous. Unkempt blond hair and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. You felt your heart stop for a moment as you just looked at him. He didn’t seem to notice you yet, and you weren’t sure if you wanted him to, not wanting the trance he had set you in to be broken.

He was wearing something that almost looked like the uniform the waiters wore, but there were noticeable differences. The coloring of the vest was off, and he wore a bowtie instead of the ties worn by the rest of the waiters. He didn’t belong there, but he was trying to make it seem like he did.

Most of the people there didn’t spare a second glance to the “help”, which would probably explain how his uninvited presence had so far been undetected. But you were different, you noticed people and you noticed things about them. You saw everyone as a person and gave them the attention they deserved, unlike the shallow Kooks who looked down on anyone who didn’t live in Figure 8.

He kept walking towards you, still blissfully unaware of your presence. The more you looked at him, the more you felt yourself wanting to know everything about him. Everything in your life was a certainty, everything perfectly formulated and planned by people who weren’t you. Just once in your life, you wanted something different. You wanted to experience something where you wouldn’t know what was going to happen next. And for some reason, you felt like that experience would be him.

Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The stranger finally looked up, his eyes catching yours, and he froze. He had just seemed like he was in a hurry, panicking about something, but all of that seemed to fade away when he looked into your eyes.

You watched him curiously, a smile dancing across your face at his dazed expression. He walked over to you, slower than he had been walking before, a smile of fake confidence on his face. You took a few steps forward to meet him, your eyes still lost in his.

“H-hi. I’m JJ,” the stranger said, noticeably wincing when he stuttered.

You simply smiled back at him, your heart pounding inside your chest from how close you were to him. “Y/n.”

He opened his mouth to respond when you both heard a group of people running in your direction. His eyes widened in panic as he looked back over his shoulder. You leaned to the side to see what he was looking at, and you scrunched your face up in disgust at the sight of Rafe, Topper, and Kelce. Of course it was them. Could they just go one night without starting a fight or harassing someone who just looked at them in the wrong way?

“This is probably gonna sound really strange, but can you hide me? Or misdirect them? Just something, please?”

You glance back at his panicked face, and you know what was about to happen. Rafe and his two little sidekicks were about to jump the poor guy, who probably didn’t even do anything to provoke them. You nodded and grabbed JJ’s arm, leading him over to the railing on the porch.

“Jump down, hide in the bushes. I’ll get rid of them.”

JJ looked relieved and smiled gratefully, doing as you said and hiding himself in the bushes the best that he could. You turned around and pretended to be busy on your phone when Rafe, Topper, and Kelce finally approached you.

“Y/n! Hey!” Rafe said, a fake smile plastered on his face. “You didn’t happen to see someone running through here, did you? Pogue, fake waiter uniform?”

You pretended to think for a moment before nodding. “Oh yeah! He just ran through here about a minute ago. He jumped over the railing and ran towards the water, probably to a boat or something. He’s probably gone by now. Why? Did something happen?”

Rafe clenched his jaw in frustration as he looked past you towards the shore. “Not yet. We probably scared him away. Oh well. We’ll get him next time.”

You nodded and forced a smile, pretending to be pleased with that response. The three of them walked away, all looking very pissed off, and you waited until they were out of sight to turn back to where JJ was hiding.

“Okay, the coast is clear. They’re gone,” you said, smiling softly when you saw JJ crawling out of the bushes.

You reached down to grab his hands, helping him back onto the porch. He brushed the dirt off of his clothes before looking back up at you and smiling.

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

“So, what’d you do to piss them off? Breathe near them?”

JJ laughed at your words, a smile overtaking his face. He was beautiful, and you knew right then and there, that you would do anything to see him smile.

“Surprisingly, nothing. Usually I tend to provoke them, accidentally or not, but this time all I did was walk by them and then they were trynna jump me!”

“You probably did it wrong. Rafe is very particular about how people walk. You do it wrong, he’ll beat the shit out of you,” you said in a faux serious tone, barely keeping a straight face as you spoke.

As soon as you finished speaking, you and JJ bursted into laughter, despite what you said not being that funny. It was just something about him, just being with him made you feel lighter than air, his smile infectious and his laughter contagious. And you had a sneaking suspicion that he felt the same way about you.

“Y’know, you’re not like any other Kook that I’ve met before,” JJ remarked, slightly out of breath from his fit of laughter.

You raised an eyebrow at his words. “In a good way, I hope?”

“Definitely,” JJ said, stepping closer to you. “You’re the first one I’ve met that’s treated me like a person, not like something less than.”

“Everyone deserves to be treated like a person. It drives me insane when I see the way that even my own parents talk to people who they deem less than us. It’s such bullshit.”

“You really aren’t like the rest of the Kooks. What’re you doing here then? At this fancy Kook party with all of the fancy Kook snobs?”

You groaned and rolled your eyes, the topic already annoying you. “Trust me, definitely not my decision. My parents drag me along to all their little parties, showing me off like I’m some prized show dog. I hate it.”

“So why don’t you just leave?”

You sighed longingly. “I wish I could. This is as close to leaving as I can get. My parents would lose their shit if they found out that I left.”

“If they really annoy you so much, why do you care what they think?”

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Before you could even get the chance to think about a response, you heard your father calling your name. You looked over to see him standing near the now almost empty dance floor, searching for you in the dwindling crowd.

You turned back to JJ with a frown, and he already seemed to know what you were going to say.

“It’s fine, I get it. You have to go, and you don’t want to be seen with me. Am I right?”

You shook your head, reaching forward to grab his hands, his touch almost electrifying you. “It’s not that. I mean, yes I have to go. But, I don’t care about being seen with you. It’s just, I don’t know what my dad is going to say to you if he does see us. He’s… judgemental. And that’s putting it lightly. I just don’t want you to have to deal with another one of his moods.”

JJ smiled softly at your words. You weren’t ashamed of him, you were trying to protect him. Not that you really needed to, he could handle himself and he was definitely used to dealing with unkind comments from people who looked down on him. But just knowing that you were trying to protect him from all of that made his heart flutter.

“Y/n!” your father called again, seeming a bit more impatient than he had been the previous time.

You noticed the pen sticking out of JJ’s pocket and grabbed it, taking his hand in yours and writing your number on his arm.

“I’d like to see you again, if you’d like that too. You’re the first real person I’ve ever met.”

Before JJ could respond, you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his cheek. You pulled away and smiled at his dazed expression before turning around and running over to your parents. You had barely spoken to him for more than five minutes, but there was an undeniable chemistry between the two of you. And you knew that you were definitely going to see him again.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“There you are! Where have you been? Your mother and I were worried sick!” your father said, rushing over to you when he saw you approaching and immediately pulling you into a tight hug.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes at his dramatics. You had only been gone for ten, maybe fifteen minutes at the most. That’s hardly long enough to warrant worry, and you knew he was overreacting in an attempt to make you feel guilty about wandering off. And his manipulation used to work on you, before you finally became aware of what he was doing, learning how to perfect your responses to give him what he wanted, without allowing yourself to fall victim to his mind games. It wasn’t like he was a particularly bad father, he was just overprotective and set in his ways, and he thought that the only way that you could succeed in life was to be perfect, which is exactly how he was trying to make you.

“Sorry! I hadn’t realized that I was gone for so long. But… I met a guy,” you said vaguely, trying to introduce the possibility of a new presence in your life as gently as possible, and without revealing that he wasn’t the type of boy your father was expecting you to be interested in.

“Oh? And who is this mystery man?”

You smiled, your mind getting lost in thoughts of JJ. “Well I could tell you, but then he wouldn’t be a mystery.”

The lingering question kept me up

2AM, who do you love?

I wonder 'til I'm wide awake

You laid on your bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind racing with thoughts as the memories from just a few hours ago played on loop inside your head. Now it was two in the morning, and you couldn’t stop yourself from overthinking even if you tried. Was JJ actually into you like you thought he was? Were you just misreading everything? Maybe he was just looking for a friend, and you had gone and scared him away with a kiss.

You sat up, groaning in frustration. There was no way that you were going to get to sleep now. Your thoughts had scared you awake, and now you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering even further. What if he was already with someone? That wasn’t an entirely unreasonable thought. Only a few minutes spent with him and you already thought he was perfect. Why wouldn’t someone else feel the same way?

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” you muttered to yourself, opening your phone to check your messages to see if you had missed something.

But of course, there was nothing. He hadn’t texted you. Granted, it had been close to midnight when you got home and it had only been a few hours since you met him, but in your anxiety-filled state, you couldn’t help but think that you blew it. You either drove him away or made a move on a taken man. And you were likely never going to see him again.

Unless…

And now, I'm pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I'd open up and you would say

"Hey, it was enchanting to meet you"

All I know is I was enchanted to meet you

You stood up, throwing the covers off of your legs, and started to pace back and forth in front of your bed, your thoughts racing as you fell into a spiral. Maybe he did feel the exact same way as you. He had stuttered when he introduced himself, maybe he was just really nervous around you. If he was nervous, then it would make sense that he hasn’t called or texted you yet. Maybe he’s just too scared too!

You paused, grimacing when you realized how out of control your thoughts had gotten. You had begun reading into every single little thing, stretching details and fabricating stories, creating something out of nothing. You didn’t know how he felt, and realistically, you had no way of knowing unless he told you. And now it was almost three in the morning, he was probably asleep and you wouldn’t hear anything from him at least until the sun was up.

You sat down on your bed, feeling your mind slow down as you came back to reality. You knew you were overthinking, and that continuing to do so would only drive you mad. And yet, you couldn’t help yourself from imagining scenarios, daydreaming about what you wanted to happen and fantasizing about what-ifs and maybes.

You knew it was impossible, but you wished JJ would show up at your front door. He would tell you that he felt that same spark that you felt, and that it wasn’t all in your head. The two of you would walk down the shore, talking about anything and everything until the sun came up. Then he would walk you back to your door and just as you were about to walk inside, he’d grab your hand and spin you around, kissing you like you had never been kissed before.

You felt your stomach erupt into butterflies at just the thought of it. It all seemed so perfect. You knew that it wasn’t real, but maybe, one day, it could be.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

“Ooo, someone’s all giddy. What’s going on with you? Finally meet your Prince Charming?” Sarah said teasingly as she sat down beside you in the sand.

You were at a kegger on the beach, far from your usual scene, but you knew that JJ would probably be there. Which is why you said yes when Sarah invited you, making her squeal in excitement about you finally agreeing to come to a party with her. And now you were sat by yourself, your eyes scanning the crowd as you looked for the most beautiful guy you had ever seen.

You smiled, feeling your face heat up in a blush. “You could say that…”

Sarah’s eyes widened as she grabbed your arm and shook you with excitement. She had been continuously trying to set you up with someone, knowing how much you longed to not be alone. Every single date had been a disaster, each Kook she had chosen for you just as insufferable as the last. She had practically given up hope, but here you were, almost giggling to yourself at just the thought of him.

“Really?! I need to know everything! Spill!”

You bit your lip as you smiled, feeling yourself grow continually more flustered the longer you thought about him. “You probably know him. His name is JJ. I met him a few days ago at Midsummers, and I just felt this spark. I gave him my number, but he hasn’t even texted yet. It’s probably not gonna go anywhere, but I thought that maybe I could find him here and try again.”

Sarah’s eyes widened in shock. “Oh my god! You’re the mystery person from Midsummers!”

“What…?” you asked, not following what Sarah was saying.

“John B told me about it. JJ met someone at Midsummers, you, and you wrote your number on his arm. He forgot to write your number down before he went surfing. Your number washed off! That’s why he hasn’t texted you, he can’t!”

“Wait, really? So, I didn’t scare him away or something?”

“No! He’s practically been beating himself up over it. I heard him say that this was the first time he believed in love at first sight! C’mon, I know where he is! Let’s go!”

Sarah stood up and grabbed your hand, pulling you to your feet, before she took off running towards where her new friends were, dragging you along behind her.

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“JJ! JJ!” Sarah called as she approached them, capturing the attention of the blond boy, who looked up when he heard his name being called.

JJ stood up and walked over to Sarah, not noticing your presence just yet. “What? Is something wrong?”

Sarah shook her head and smiled, stepping aside so JJ could see you better. His eyes widened when he saw you, and you could almost see a faint blush painting his cheeks.

“Found them! I’ll let you two catch up. But just know, if you hurt them, I will kill you,” Sarah said, trying her best to appear threatening.

“So… lost my number, huh?” you asked, a teasing smile on your face.

JJ smiled sheepishly, pulling off his baseball cap and running a hand through his hair. “Yeah… guess you could say I had a bit of a blond moment.”

You laughed softly, taking a step closer to him. “I was going crazy. Thought I scared you off or something.”

JJ shook his head, smiling at you once more. “I don’t think that’s even possible.”

“I should hope so. According to Sarah, you said it was love at first sight.”

JJ’s eyes widened as he face went red with embarrassment. “She- uhm… she said that? Did she say anything else…?”

“No… Why? Something else I should know?” you grinned, inching closer to him until your hands were brushing together.

“Uhh, no I don’t think so. Nothing that important,” JJ said, trying to avert his gaze from yours, but ultimately being unable able to keep his eyes off of you for that long.

“I think we should pick up where we left off. Y’know, since we were so rudely interrupted last time.”

JJ smiled, his nerves slowly subsiding. “That sounds like a great idea.”

This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the storyline ends

JJ moved closer to you, one of his hands resting against your waist as the other came up to cup the side of your face. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer. There wasn’t any more space between the two of you, it was becoming impossible to tell where he ended and where you began. And before you even had the chance to start overthinking, JJ leaned in.

Time stopped when his lips touched yours. Everything around you disappeared, fading into the background. Nothing else mattered but you and him, and this moment you were sharing. It was magical. That was the only way you could think of to describe it. His lips moving against yours gently, you could practically feel him telling you everything he hadn’t said yet. It was truly unlike anything you had experienced before, just like you had dreamed it would be.

“Wow,” you whispered, not realizing that you had voiced your feelings aloud.

“My thoughts exactly,” JJ said, resting his forehead against yours.

The sound of cheers and applause broke you and JJ out of your moment, and you turned to see his friends and Sarah cheering at the two of you for kissing, causing JJ’s face to turn red, which he then tried to hide in your neck.

“Never had you pegged as the shy type, JJ,” John B said, laughing at his friend’s embarrassment.

“I’m not,” JJ mumbled against your neck, pulling you closer to him.

You laughed softly, running your fingers through his hair. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Oh, shut up,” he replied, a slight whine in his voice.

“Make me.”

“Gladly.”

And JJ kissed you again.

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

“I should get going soon. I have a curfew,” you said, smiling apologetically at JJ.

“You’re Kook royalty, of course you have a curfew,” JJ said, the usual amount of snark in his voice without any malice present.

“You better not lose my number this time,” you warned, poking him on the shoulder.

He grinned. “Already got it saved. And besides, even if I did happen to lose it again, I could always get it from Sarah.”

You rolled your eyes and smiled at him, already completely smitten for the boy you’ve only spent a few hours with. You weren’t normally like this, you almost never fell that hard for someone that fast, but things were different with JJ. He just had some kind of effect on you, and you just couldn’t help falling head over heels for him.

You kissed him quickly before standing up to walk away, when you felt him grab your hand and pull you back, spinning you into his lap so he could kiss you again. Your hands rested against his neck as you kissed him back, feeling yourself getting lost in the moment. Until Sarah cleared her throat.

“Ahem. Parents. Curfew. Ten minutes. Any of this ringing a bell?”

She sounded frustrated, but you knew she wasn’t actually upset. Reluctantly, you pulled away from JJ, pressing one more quick kiss to his lips before standing up and walking over to Sarah.

“Alright, grumpy. Let’s go home,” you said, elbowing Sarah in the side as you burst into a fit of laughter.

You started walking away with her, only to turn around and look back at JJ one more time. “I’ll see you soon, handsome.”

You could barely contain your smile at the way his cheeks turned red from your words.

I was enchanted to meet you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

“Is it true that you’re dating JJ Maybank?” your friend Scarlet asked you, shock evident on her face.

“Well… not exactly dating. Yet,” you replied, a lovestruck smile on your face.

“You’ve heard about his reputation, right?” she asked, donning a concerned frown.

Your smile faltered and you scrunched your brows in confusion. “Reputation?”

Her eyes widened. “You really don’t know?”

You sighed, glaring over at her. “Just tell me.”

“He’s a player. Every time he gets involved with someone, he sleeps with them and then dumps them the next day. I just don’t want you to get your heart broken when the same thing happens to you.”

Everything fell silent around you as her words replayed in your head. Was she right? Was that really all JJ wanted from you? You thought there was a connection, something real between the two of you. God, how could you have been so stupid?!

“I- I have to go,” you mumbled, standing up and walking away from the bonfire you were sat at with your friends, stumbling slightly in your daze.

Scarlet called out to you, but you couldn’t make out what she said. You just kept walking until you found your bike, mounting it and pedaling all the way home. Your mind wandered over the memories of your two short days with JJ. Everything had been moving so fast. How could you have thought there was something real? Of course that’s all he wanted from you. That’s all guys ever wanted from you.

You got to your house, letting your bike fall to the ground as you walked towards the porch. You had almost made it to the door when you noticed something out of the corner of your eye. A red motorcycle. One that definitely didn’t belong to either of your parents.

You paused your movements and turned to look at it, suddenly noticing the person standing next to it. JJ. What was he doing here? Hadn’t he already done enough? Maybe he was here to finally end it, getting out before you got too attached.

“Hey!” he called out, walking over to you with a smile that you didn’t return.

Your lips turned down into a pout as you gazed at him, forcing out a meek, “Hi,” in response.

This night is sparklin', don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushin' all the way home

I'll spend forever wonderin' if you knew

JJ finally reached you, his hand coming up to rest against your cheek.

“What’s wrong? Why do you look so sad, beautiful?”

You huffed, gently pushing his hand away from you. “What do you want?”

JJ put his hands up in defense as he looked at you in bewilderment. “Woah, someone’s hostile. What’s going on? Did I upset you or something?”

“I know what you’re trying to do. And it isn’t going to work.”

“Okay…,” JJ raised an eyebrow at you, still utterly confused. “And what exactly do you think I’m trying to do?”

“I heard about you from Scarlet. Your reputation. How you sleep with people and then ghost them right after. Is that really all I am to you? Another chance for a hookup?”

JJ let out a puff of air, looking slightly deflated. “Alright, I may have done stuff like that in the past, but that was only because I didn’t really care about any of them.”

“Wow. You’re really helping your case here.”

JJ groaned in exasperation, running his fingers through his hair frustratedly. “No, what I meant was… that’s all they were. Hookups. Both sides knew that and didn’t care. But with you… it’s different.”

Your tough demeanor softened slightly at his words and you took a tentative step towards him. “How so?”

“I- I actually care about you. I have feelings for you. I’ve never felt like this for someone before. It’s all new and terrifying, but you’re worth it all. I don’t want to just use you for a one night stand, or anything like that. I want you and I want to be with you for as long as you’ll let me.”

JJ’s expression softened as he continued to look at you, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. You smiled softly, reaching up to place your hand against his cheek. JJ put his hand on top of yours, leaning into your touch. Your heart warmed at the sight.

“I want to be with you too. So badly. I guess I just got scared when I heard all of that because I didn’t want it to be true. I didn’t want to be just another meaningless night to you.”

“You could never be meaningless to me. You’re so much more than that. You’re everything.”

This night is flawless (Please, don't be in love with someone else)

Don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck (Please, don't have somebody waiting on you)

Dancing around all alone

“Are you sure about this? What if they don’t like me?” you asked, biting your lip nervously as you glanced up at JJ.

He simply smiled and leaned down to kiss you, immediately washing away all of your worries with just one touch. It’d been a month since you and JJ first met, and now you were finally official. The only thing left was for him to introduce you to his friends, who you only met once at a party, while they were all wasted. This was your chance for a do over, and you wanted everything to be perfect.

“You’re my significant other, of course they’ll like you! And even if they don’t, which would never ever happen, I’ll make them like you. So really, you have nothing to worry about either way.”

You smiled at him, trying to calm your nerves as you gripped his hand tightly. “I hope you’re right.”

“I am right. Trust me. Now, c’mon. They’re waiting,” JJ said, smiling excitedly as he led you over to John B’s backyard where everyone was sitting around a fire pit.

“There you are, man. Thought you got lost or something,” John B said, a joking grin on his face.

He finally took notice of you standing beside JJ and furrowed his brows in confusion. Apparently he hadn’t remembered meeting you at that kegger.

“Who’s-,” John B started, only to get cut off by Sarah.

“Y/n!” she cheered excitedly, standing up and rushing over to hug you.

You hugged her back, relieved that you had at least one friend there. Sarah let you go and turned back to the group.

“Guys, this is y/n. Y/n, this is everyone!”

“Wha- hey! I wanted to introduce them!” JJ said, pouting at Sarah.

You giggled and turned to face him, kissing his cheek and instantly putting a smile back on his face.

“Woah! Okay, when did this happen?” Kie asked, looking between you and JJ in shock.

“So, you guys remember the person I met at Midsummers?” JJ asked, a giddy smile on his face.

“Yeah, the one who’s number you lost by being an idiot,” Pope said, not following where JJ was going.

“Well, here they are!” he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him.

“What?! How?! You said you lost their number,” Pope asked in shock.

“You can thank me for that,” Sarah said, smiling proudly at her actions. “Y/n agreed to come with me to a kegger for once, and then I found out it was only because they were looking for JJ. I gave them each others’ numbers and the rest is history.”

I'll spend forever (Please, don't be in love with someone else)

Wonderin' if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

“Hey JJ?” you asked, lifting your head from its place on his chest.

The two of you were lying on a hammock in John B’s backyard. Everyone else had fallen asleep already, leaving just the two of you alone in a peaceful silence.

“Yeah?” He tilted his head to look down at you, his eyes blinking sleepily.

“I love you. I- I know it’s really early and all, but I do. And I just thought you should know.”

JJ’s eyes widened in surprise, and you took that as a bad reaction, instantly panicking and trying to take back your words.

“Uhm- what I meant was… I mean, what I was really trying to say… I- I didn’t-,” you rambled, JJ cutting you off by placing his hand over your mouth.

“Hey. None of that now. I- I love you too. I’m just not used to hearing someone say that they love me. Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever heard that before. At least, not from someone who actually meant it. Except from these guys, but still…” JJ smiled awkwardly, feeling himself begin to ramble.

You placed your hands on his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him, pouring all of your love for him into your actions and making sure he could feel just how much you really loved him.

“Well I love you, JJ Maybank. And I mean it.”

He smiled up at you, hearts in his eyes, and he pulled you back down for another kiss.

“I don’t even wanna imagine what my life would’ve been like if I hadn’t met you.”

You smiled at his words, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You’re the best thing in my life, JJ. And the only good thing to ever come from Midsummers,” you said, laughing softly at your words.

“I love you,” JJ said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back into his embrace.

Please, don't be in love with someone else

Please, don't have somebody waiting on you

[mynameismckenziemae]

Aint No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter I

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

You (Sunny) help your Aunt Penny out at the bar and are introduced to sweet, shy Bob by an old friend.

(Next chapter here)

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, handjob (m receiving), premature ejaculation, mentions of sexual harassment. Let me know if I missed anything.

Yep, Penny was right, you think as you roll through the parking lot, trying to find an open spot. The Hard Deck is packed.

You sigh as you shift your car into park. You were exhausted, but you knew Penny needed the help.

______________________________________________

*30 minutes earlier*

You were walking up the stairs to your apartment Penny’s garage as she was hurrying to her car.

“Where’s the fire?” You call. “Oh, hey! Jack called, I’m heading to the bar early—the new hire didn’t show and a carrier docked, so it’s a full house. I’ll see ya later, hon!”

“Do you want some help?” You offered. Bartending was the last thing you wanted to do tonight, but your Aunt Penny had done so much for you the past few years, it was the least you could do.

“Uhhh, yeah, that would be great. Maybe just ‘til 7 when Ashley comes? Are you sure though? I know you’re exhausted”.

You were exhausted. “No problem at all, let me just change and I’ll be on my way”.

“You’re a lifesaver, see you soon!”

_______________________________________________

You’d changed out of your scrubs into a pair of jean shorts and a plain black tee and here you were.

Let’s get this over with, you think with a sigh and open your car door.

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“No, the blue one at the bottom, a little lower,” you hear the jerk behind you smile. “Yeah, actually grab me one from the way back so I know it’s cold. A little farther… ” he leers.

Alright, that’s enough. You rise, turn, and grab the $20 he laid on the bar. You pop the top and take a nice pull as you ring the bell. “Thanks for the beer. Now get out.”

“Excuse me?! You fucking bitc—“ he starts, but is interrupted by a heavy hand on his shoulder.

“Do we have a problem here?” Asks a thick-mustached aviator.

“Uhh, nope. I was just heading out. Have a good night” the jerk says, scurrying away with his friends.

“Bradley Bradshaw, long time no see” You smile, boosting yourself on the bottom shelf to hug him across the bar. “Thanks for that, by the way”.

You and Bradley had known each other since you were kids; your dads served together and your family remained close after Goose died. He was a few years older, something you never let him forget.

“No problem, you had it handled, I just wanted his seat. You look great.” He takes the now vacant spot. “What are you doing here? UCSD finally figured out you don’t know what you’re doing and fired ya?” He jokes, knowing you were at the top of your nursing class.

“Ha! No, I’m still there in the ER. Currently taking the flight nurse course though. Penny’s new hire didn’t show, and it was slammed, so I offered to help” you reply.

“Got tired of watching us flying and decided it was your turn?” Hangman says, pushing his way through to the bar to sit beside Bradley.

“Something like that” you smile, kissing his cheek. “Good to see you, Hangman”.

“Same, sweetheart. We just got back today, 4 months is way too long to be stuck on a boat.” Jake complains. You agree, there’s no way you could do that.

“Where’s dickhead?” Bradley asks, sipping his beer.

“You mean Derek? Back in Minnesota with his new girlfriend. Caught them in my bed after a 12-hour shift” You reply, sliding Jake a beer.

“Seriously? What a piece of shit. You’re better off. Never liked that fucker any way” Bradley mutters.

“Me either” Jake agrees.

“Honestly, I’m not sure I did either” you laugh. It was great in the beginning, but he was insecure and jealous; always accusing you of being unfaithful. You naturally were a bubbly, friendly person, but he was constantly berating for you for flirting and it had taken a toll on you. Always worrying that he was watching you and knowing he’d yell at you later for it, you started over analyzing everything and became a shell of the woman you’d been. When you’d moved across the country 9 months ago to live with Penny to complete the training for your dream job, it only got worse. He had moved out to be with you and not 2 months later you found him cheating. Dickhead indeed.

"You’ve always looked great honey, but you look lighter, happier; like your old self again. No wonder someone over by the pool table can’t take his eyes off ya" Jake winks.

You glance behind him and make eye contact with another khaki uniform. Deep blue eyes behind BCGs (birth control glasses), light brown hair, sinewy arms. You smile, which he returns, but quickly looks down, blushing.

“Tell me about him. I take it he’s shy?”

“Name’s Bob. Yeah, he’s shy. I don’t think I’ve seen him talk to a girl besides ‘Nix. He’s her new backseater, just moved out here before we sailed. He’s really fucking smart. From the Midwest, like you. All around good guy.” Bradley responds.

Someone starts shouting their order. “I better get back to it. I’ll be done around 7, wanna catch up?”

They nod, “We’ll be by the pool table whenever you’re ready.” Jake replies.

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The bar is finally caught up a little after 7. You sneak into the employee bathroom to touch up your makeup and let your hair down from the clip you threw in. Taking a deep breath, you open the door and head out.

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“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes!” Natasha says with a hug “How are ya?”

“Good “n you?” You reply, Minnesota accent slipping out.

“Good, happy to be stateside again. Hey, this is Bob, my new backseater.” Nat introduces you. “Bob, this is Sunny.”

“Nice to meet you Bob” you smile, shaking his hand.

“Uh yeah, likewise” he stammers, blushing again. “Is Sunny your real name? Or is it short for something?

“No, my real name is actually Aelia.” You cringe. “It means sunshine. But no one ever said it right, so my dad started calling me Sunny and it stuck. Is Bob short for anything?” You tease.

“Yeah, Big Ol’ Balls!” Bradley comes up behind him and squeezes his shoulders. Bob’s blush depends. “I’ve known Sunny here since she was in diapers, her old man was a wizzo too.”

You nod. “Yeah, my mom made him quit shortly after I came along though. He’s a commercial pilot now.”

You ask Bob a lot of questions, and he eventually starts to relax. You find out he grew up in a small town just a few hours away from you, is the middle child between an older brother and younger sister, and has a 3 legged golden retriever named Steve that he adores.

“Why the name Steve? You laugh as he shows you a picture of them both smiling at the beach. Steve is adorable, but Bob’s defined arms in the cutoff definitely got your attention.

He laughs too. “Not my choice, his previous owners named him that. They left him at the vet when he got hit by a car and his leg had to be amputated. I adopted him shortly after and didn’t want to stress him out more by changing it”.

Your heart melts. “That’s so sweet, who has him when you’re deployed?”

“My sister and her family live in Redlands and thankfully are happy to take him. I texted her that I was back in town and would come get him, but I got a picture back that the kids were planning on camping in the living room with him tonight—even had a sleeping bag set up in the middle for him, so I said I’d just pick him up tomorrow.” He smiled. You might as well be a puddle. How is he single?

“I wanted a dog since I moved out here, but my ex was allergic. I was thinking about looking into adopting once I finish my flight nursing courses, but we’ll see.”

“You should meet Steve. He’d love you.” Bob says quietly. It’s getting busier, you can hardly hear him.

“I’d like that” you lean to whisper in his ear, “Do you wanna walk the beach? It’s getting loud in here.”

He gulps but nods.

You grab his hand and lead him through the crowd, jutting your chin to the door, mouthing “Heading outside, it’s too loud” to Bradley.

“Sure” he mouths back, winking. You roll your eyes and continue towards the exit.

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You keep your hand in his as you wander down the beach, eventually sitting once the noise of the bar isn’t so oppressive.

Bob breaks the comfortable silence a few minutes later. “I…I’m not good at this. Talking to women, dating, all that. If I don’t talk, I’m awkward. When I do talk, I’m awkward. I like you, Sunny. You’re sweet, smart and funny. You listen when I talk, and you’re so damn pretty, I couldn’t—can’t keep my eyes off you, I don’t want to mess this up—“ You stop his rambling by pressing your lips to his.

He freezes, but you murmur against his lips. “I like you too.” Suddenly he’s kissing you back with vigor. You lick the seam of his lips and he groans. Fuck, that sound. You want to hear it again and again.

You pull away, trying to slow down. “Will you take me out?” You ask, a little breathlessly.

“Yeah? Yeah, I’d love to. What are you doing tomorrow?” He asks, straightening his crooked glasses. God, he’s cute.

“Not a thing. I finally have a weekend off.” You reply.

“I’m gonna pick up Steve around 11. Can I take out you out after?”

“Perfect. I’ll give you my number. Will you walk me to my car?”

He nods and pushes to his feet before pulling you up next.

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“I’ll pick you up from Penny’s around noon then? Bob asks, opening your door for you.

“Can’t wait.” You give him a quick peck, pulling back before you go carried away again.

“You know your cunt of a girlfriend stole $20 from me?” You startle as the jerk from earlier walked out from behind your car.

You could feel Bob’s entire demeanor change. “What did you just call her?”

The asshole shrinks as Bob stands to his full height.

“Nothing, I—“ he tries to backtrack, realizing he fucked up.

“Apologize and leave. And if I ever see you here again, you’ll regret it.” Bob interrupts.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that, I’ll uh… I’ll leave you to it,” he says as he scurries away. Again. Pussy.

“I’m sorry about that. I’m gonna follow you home, alright? You oka…?” He trails off as you move around the car door, bumping it closed with your hip.

“That…was so fucking hot,” you whisper as you fist his shirt and pull him to you. Pressing your front against his, you kiss a line from his jaw to his ear. “Too bad this we just met tonight. Because I want nothing more than to get on my knees and show you my gratitude.” His cock twitches against your stomach.

“Oh, ha, uhhh…you don’t, I mean you wouldn’t have to do that“ Bob stutters.

You push him against your car and kiss him again. His hands go to your hips, while yours slide down his chest, over his nipples (to which he inhales sharply), and across his stomach. You grip his hip with your left as you lower your hand to rub the length of him with the heel of his palm. Fuck he’s big.

He lurches with a startled groan. And so receptive.

You are burning up. He’s such a good kisser. His big hands are gripping your hips so tightly. The way he went from shy and reserved to defending your honor with a quiet, cool confidence. You palm him a little faster.

Bob breaks your kiss with a pant, “Sunny, I…”

“You…?” You continue for him, kissing and nipping at his neck, you can feel the precum leaking through his pants.

“I, uhh…I’m—“ he tries to continue, but you suck his pulse point. He releases your hip to grab your hand, but it’s too late. “Fuckkkkk, Sunny. I’m cumming”.

You feel him pulse against your hand. He’s breathing heavily and you can tell he’s mortified, but you are soaked. “I’m sorry, I’ve—“

You pull back from his neck to look him in the eye., bringing your damp fingers to your lips.

"No need to be sorry, Bob. That was so..." you lick up one finger, “fucking..." lick down the next, "sexy" and suck them in into your mouth, like you wish you could to his cock.

Bob’s eyes widen and he shudders. You step back and get in the car.

He takes a deep breath and turns to you, trying (but failing) to hide the wet spot. Oh, you were going to wreck him.

“I’ll follow you to Penny’s to make sure you get in okay, and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nod. “Thank you again. Goodnight Bob.”

“Night, Sun”.

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Don't Get Attached | Part 2

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➪ W/c: 1137

No Strings Attached

I’m not sure what you would call what Jungkook and I are. Friends? Lovers? Friends with benefits, maybe? Labels are confusing, but as far as people around us are concerned, we are “dating”. If you consider physical attraction dating then whatever floats your boat I guess. The thing is that neither of us is seeking any other source of attraction, or even if we were then it’s clear that neither of us is willing to showcase it. Jungkook is the type to never have heard the word “no” so it’s easy for him to get what he wants. And currently, his fixation has been me, specifically the chemistry between us. But, I’m not the type to be played around with either, so with two strong-headed players it’s difficult to highlight the whole picture without missing the small details. Thus, we keep each other in place, allowing only surface affection to prevent deep-rooted emotional damage. Don’t get attached y/n.

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Checking my watch for the tenth time, I shiver in my little jean jacket as the cashier at the ticket kiosk announces the final show times before closing. See, Jungkook and I planned to watch the new Spider-Man movie together, but the only problem is that he is nowhere to be found. Each one of my attempts at calling him goes straight to voicemail. Has he forgotten about our date? Not very on brand of him but maybe something has come up, so I decide to text him instead. 

y/n: Hey, where are you? The theatre closes in about 45 minutes. Are you ok? Please call me. 

No reply. Very strange. Actually, what’s more strange is the fact that his location has been turned off for the past 2 hours. Trying really hard not to go into a manic episode I focus on some deep breathing before succumbing to the sharp pain in my chest. Although my brain is telling me to stay calm, the heart never lies, right? Following my own delusion, I decided to stop by his apartment as there are a plethora of places Jungkook could be at right now, but this one just feels like a good start. 

“Thank you,” I say to the taxi driver before making my way towards Jungkook’s apartment complex. It’s now about 11 pm, so the streets are quiet. As the elevator doors close, the sharp feeling in my chest intensifies making it hard to breathe. Nonetheless, I shake away the nerves and knock on his front door. No one answers, so I try again before using the spare key he gave me to “keep just in case I missed him at night”. 

As the door slowly opens, my eyes scan the room for any signs of Jungkook. Although nothing was out of the ordinary, there was a sweet smell of cherry blossom lingering in the air, which did strike me as a surprise since he is more of a vanilla-scent type of guy. But, people change I guess, so I lock the door behind me before tiptoeing towards his bedroom. 

“Jungkook hurry, I miss you,” a woman's voice echoes behind the bedroom door before it swings open. My mouth slightly drops at the sight of a half-naked redhead who seems to be just as confused as I am. 

“Who are you?” she snaps, eying me up and down before turning her head towards the bathroom where Jungkook was currently in. I abrupt her attempt at getting his attention by pulling her out of the bedroom, slowly shutting the door behind me. 

“I … I just needed to drop off something, but now I see that it's not the best time so I'll just head out. Umm, no need to tell Jungkook,” words stutter out of my mouth as my body begins to fuel with adrenaline from the sudden rush of emotions. Folding her hands in front of her chest, the redhead watches me rush out of the apartment before turning her attention back to Jungkook whose wet hair was dripping down his exposed chest. 

“Who was that?” 

“Some girl, she said she needed to drop something off …” 

“Fuck y/n was here? Why didn’t you call me?” he snaps harshly, putting on a pair of grey sweatpants and a black hoodie over his freshly washed body before rushing out the door. 

The corridor towards the elevator seemed to never end as my steps got faster and my breathing slower. Pressing the 1st-floor button, my body finally gave in as I leaned back on the cold wall before resting my head. Looking at my reflection I can feel my eyes water, pathetic really. I told you not to get attached y/n. What did you expect from a relationship with no strings attached? 

Before my subconscious could answer, the inner dialogue was interrupted by Jungkook, whose tattooed arm was now holding back the elevator door from closing. Quickly wiping the tears from my face I move to the other side as he stumbles inside. 

“Y/n …” he lets out, voice raspy and deep. Turning on the emergency button, he turns his face towards me as the elevator halts. Feeling as if time had stopped completely, our bodies were still, eyes locked on each other. 

“Y/n, please let me explain,” Jungkook whispers, reaching out his hands before I push them away. 

“No need, I totally get it,” I snap, trying to maintain my composure as my throat tightens. Holding back the tears in my eyes I bite down on my lip, reaching out to press the 1st floor button again before I'm inches away from Jungkook's chest as his broad shoulders tower over my form. As my back hits the wall, goosebumps rise all over my skin from the sudden cold sensation. 

“Jungkook, move or else I'll scream,” 

“Do it. Scream, yell, I don't care, just please don't leave like this,” he says softly, pressing his forehead on mine as the scent of his body wash fills the small space between us. 

“What do you want me to do? Dance? Do you want me to skip from joy upon seeing a half-naked woman in your apartment? Huh?” I yell at him, unable to control the tone in my voice any longer. Trying to push myself out of his grip I gasp for air as my throat tightens again. 

“Shhh y/n please, you need to calm down,” Jungkook sighs, caressing the palms of my hands before meeting my teary eyes. 

“Don’t tell me what to do, in fact, don’t ever talk to me again. Forget we ever happened. Here …” I scoff, placing the spare key into his hand before finally reaching for the 1st-floor button. As the elevator gets back in motion, his grip loosens but doesn’t let go completely. 

“Hope she was worth it,”

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@animatronicanime : Hey, I was wondering if you could do the one-piece old generation where Roger pirate discovers of lunala and nika Love Story. Or the Gear 5 Luffy x Lunala reader? please! 🥺

Roger crew are going to a leagdary place called Mexico? Well, let hurry up!!!!

The crew all appeared to sail, and victoria showed Roger a compass that led the way to Mexico. "So this compass will lead us to Mexico?" Oden asked. Victoria nodded. "Okay, we're going west blue, where the fog will be at," said Sofia.

A few seconds later, they reached the west blue where the fog was at, "it so foggy, I can't even see damn thing," said Rayleigh. "The fog is so big that you couldn't even see. Even if you try to go in, it'll turn you back where you started," Ema

"Well, there is a way to get in. If we play the song called La lorona, " said victoria, "la lorona?" Buggy asks. "Yes!" So Jack got the radio disc and the box that can play the music.

Roger and the crew watch as Ema and victoria are prepared to play the music. And it begins...

Everyone was surprised by the beautiful song. They straight in the fog, the song still playing. It was so dark in here, but they turned on the lanterns. "Hey, guys, do you hear people singing the song? It is like getting louder, " said Shanks.

"Agree, I could hear them, but I can't see them," said oden, looking around, then a huge shadow appeared, scared the living shit out of them, and more boats came. "quién eres!?" The man ask, who is wearing a military suit, "uh, what he say?" Roger asks.

"He asks who are we, don't worry, I'll do the translate," said victoria.

"Disculpe señor, estamos aquí para ir a México con mis amigos. Mi nombre es Victoria, ya conoce a mi hermano, que se une al ejército." She said.

The translate : excuse me, sir! we're here to go to Mexico with my friends. my name is victoria, you know my brother, who joins the military.

"Wow, she pretty good," said Shanks, so the military let them in, then they saw Mexico City but not the tall building. Just a old Mexico city. The crew was surprised, they saw cars (it their first time). Roger crew went to the museum to learn about joyboy and luna.

They did hear the story of luna. Victoria told the Roger crew about a history of Mexico and how it started. "Victoria, I remember I told you about in Mexico, how there kaiju?" Buggy, ask, Victoria nodded.

"Well, where is it?" He questioned, "it in the other side of land, not far, you will see the island called kaiju island," she said.

Everyone was excited, "In fact, the military couldn't let anyone in the kaiju island." Everyone frown. Oh! Yeah! They also went to see the poneglyph that was written by luna. It was in the old ancient castle, which was about 900 years ago.

The poneglyph is in the castle, where they hide something that nobody knows. The military let the Roger crew see, not letting anyone see what was going on.

But victoria brought a friend named Ana, who is researching an ancient history worker, and she studied Mexico ancient history.

"The poneglyph," said Roger, oden walked closer to the poneglyph and focused the letters. "What does it say?" said Ema, oden was surprised by the writing, "what is it, oden!?" Rayleigh asks, "written some love story," Oden said.

"A love story?" Roger question, "Ana, explain please, " said Jack. "Well, we research, and we found out that luna talks about how she met joyboy for the first time, and she wants to tell her people about it," said Ana.

Shanks looked around and saw some painting on the wall, "Hey, Ana, what with these walls?" Shanks ask. The crew looked at the wall, seeing the painting of people, "Oh! These paintings are tells a story, we work hard to study these paintings and find we did find luna form"

Everyone was interested in it. "And where is luna form painting?" Ana, point up. Everyone looks above to see this painting:

"Luna form!" Oden yelled, "No way! It huge!!" Buggy scream, they never seen luna from heights. "Yep, when we first saw it, we were surprised to see," said Ana, "I was wondering what in the kaiju island?" Roger asks.

"When me and my friends went kaiju island with the military, we found another ancient city. we looked around to see and found a pyramid. we went inside and found another poneglyph."

The crew dropped their jaw, "a another poneglyph!? Victoria! You said there's only one!" Oden yelled, "I didn't know there's another poneglyph!! Ana, when it happened!!??" Victoria question.

"It happened when you left to go on an adventure!" Said Ana, "that makes sense, " Victoria said.

Now Roger and his crew will go on adventure to go to Kaiju island to study all about Mexico history.

Part 3 is coming soon!!

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hawkins high alumni always run the end of year carnival to help raise funds for the school and steve is always in charge of the alumni basketball game, but this year they’re trying out a kissing booth and who better to headline than steve harrington? | ( 3.9k – a little angst, a little fluff, kinda enemies to kinda lovers, steve x you, steve x reader )

E Y E S H A L F S H U T 🎶 dream boy, savannah conley

“Now, please don’t be late, Steven. Jason’s done with his shift right at seven and we don’t want to keep people waiting.” Miss Click tapped on the clipboard in her hand before hanging it back up on the nail hammered into the wall of the booth, “Robin Buckley volunteered to cover the cash register for your shift too! You remember Robin.”

Steve felt his jaw tick with irritation as he tried to hide the grimace on his face, his old History teacher practically beaming at the very mention of his friend. Of course Robin volunteered to run the register. She just wanted a front row seat for what was sure to be the most humiliating night of his life.

“Great. Robin Buckley. A real grade A student,” he said with a forced smile, jamming his hands into the pockets of his Levi’s.

“I thought so too! Such an attentive pupil,” Miss Click agreed before checking her watch. “Oh dear, I need to go check on the cake walk. I’ll see you back here in a few hours, I’m sure we’ll have record donations!” and with that she was off across the football field leaving Steve alone in the small booth to freak out about what he’d just agreed to.

A kissing booth. Great. Perfect. Totally fine.

He definitely wasn’t sore about Tommy getting to run the alumni basketball game instead of him. Wasn’t stressing the fuck out about the idea of having to kiss people for an hour straight. Or worse, kiss no one at all and have to live under a rock for the rest of his life and he totally wasn't going to kill Robin for ‘graciously volunteering’ to take money at his expense.

Loosing a sigh from his chest Steve ran his hands through his hair and kicked at the frame of the wall, KISSING BOOTH written above him. All curly letters and lipstick marks and bright red paint, taunting and teasing him about what would be happening in a few short hours.

It was going to be fine. Totally fine. Steve Harrington could handle a few smooches for charity. Right?

Right?

Midnight, gettin' uptight, where are you? You said you'd meet me, now it's quarter to two. I know I'm hangin' but I'm still wantin' you.

Joan Jett was yelling through the speakers of your stereo as you leaned over your dresser, swiping mascara through your lashes in the mirror, trying your best to hurry up and get ready for the Hawkins High Jamboree.

Did you want to go? Absolutely not.

Was your room mate and best friend making you go with her? 100%.

“So, like, are you gonna be ready this century or should I plan on arriving in a coffin? Actually. Steve’s gonna probably put me in one anyway, might be doing him a favor,” Robin mused around her toothbrush from across the hall in the bathroom.

“Hah, are you kidding? That guy came out of the womb as a fully formed show boat. He loves shit like this,” you shot back, shaking your head at the thought of Steve posted up at the kissing booth. A stupid, shit-eating grin pasted on his face. Signature hair all perfectly coiffed. A ridiculously long line of girls just waiting to fawn over him.

“Can’t argue you on the show boat bit, but he’s still totally gonna kill me,” Robin said snorting as she spat her toothpaste into the sink.

You weren’t sure what had happened between senior year and now, but somehow your best friend had also become Steve Harrington’s best friend and it made absolutely no sense.

At first you’d been extremely skeptical, even overprotective of her, and made it a point to tag along with them where ever they were going to make sure he wasn’t going to do something shitty, but much to your chagrin he proved you wrong every single time. He was even nice and somehow made Robin ugly laugh more than you did. How dare he?

“C’mon, I don’t wanna keep Nance waiting, she’s gonna be downstairs soon,” Robin popped her head in through your door and you shot her a grin.

“Ooo, eyeliner. Are you two going out after?” you teased, wiggling your eyebrows at her and she frowned, cheeks flushed.

“Yeah. Maybe. What’s it to you?”

“Nothing!” you held your hands up in surrender and gave her a little smile, “Just–it’s about damn time. You two have been dancing around each other for months.”

Robin was pretty private about her love life, especially after things hadn’t worked out with Vickie, and you were one of the only ones who really got to be in the know. Well. You and Steve, but you had to hand it to him. He at least seemed pretty damn empathetic and supportive in that regard toward Robin and you were thankful to him for it.

“What, are you keeping track?” Robin grumbled, smoothing her shirt down a bit and picking at the chipped black polish on her nails.

“You’re the one with the scoreboard,” you gently teased back, shoving your feet into the Chucks next to your dresser, but then your expression softened as you looked up at her, “You know I’m not. I’d be one to talk anyway, my love life is non-existent.”

“Yeah, well. Maybe you should try. It’s not all bad. Look at me, put myself out there and already have a date,” she said pointedly, scrunching up her nose at you.

“No, thanks,” it was your turn to grumble and you shouldered past her into the hallway.

“Wait. Wait a second. Yes. Yes, thanks!” she said, tone suddenly shifting into the one where you knew she was up to no good.

“Robs, whatever you’re about to say? Don’t,” you grabbed your wallet and chapstick off the kitchen table and turned to fix her with a look. The way she was grinning at you was horrifying. “Oh my god. What?”

“Kiss him,” she said simply and you looked at her blankly.

“What?”

“Put yourself out there! Kiss him!” she said again more enthusiastically and your stomach flipped over.

“Steve? Oh, wow. Let me go ahead and put a ‘hell’ in front of my no. No, Robs. No way,” you crammed your things into your pockets and shook your head, opening the fridge to try and find a beer. Booze suddenly felt very, extremely, necessary.

“Seriously! C’mon! What, are you chicken?” she make a little squawking noise as you cracked open the last beer hiding at the back of the fridge.

“Seriously?” you parroted back, “What, are you twelve? No, I’m not doing it.” You took a long drink from the can in your hand and grimaced as the carbonation fizzed in your nose. Too much.

“If you do, I’ll leave you alone for a whole week,” Robin’s tone was sing-songy, dragging out the vowels as she leaned on the open fridge door and smiled at you all sweetly. Full of mischief.

You waited, took another drink of beer and narrowed your eyes at her. She’d been begging you to go on a double date with her and Nancy and the thought of it made you want to throw up. Not only were double dates super cringy, but one: you didn’t have a boyfriend and two: Robin always suggested Steve and you’d immediately have to shut it down. He was absolutely not your type and there was no way you’d make it more than thirty minutes.

“Two weeks,” you countered, “And if you’re gonna hang out with him it can’t be here.”

“Deal!” she said much too quickly, sticking her hand out to you and you frowned, taking it and shaking it aggressively.

“Great. Deal.” It was just a kiss, right? Not stupid Seven Minutes in Heaven or Spin the Bottle, just cramming a dollar into a jar and a quick peck on the lips and you’d be free from Robin’s meddling for two whole weeks. Worth it.

Buzzzzz.

Someone was at the door, a Nancy Wheeler shaped someone, and the color drained from Robin’s face.

“Oh, c’mon. You’re fine, you look great,” you took another drink of your beer and then offered the last half of it to Robin who finished it off in one go.

“It’s not—“ Robin burped, beer was a bad choice, “—too much?”

“No, it’s not too much. The eyeliner is nice, really brings out the black in your heart. Now let’s get go,” you grabbed the empty can from her hand and tossed it in the recycling before shoving her toward the door.

“I can’t believe you’re gonna kiss Steve,” she said, grin tugging at the corners of her lips and your expression soured.

“Oh my god, just go,” and despite your grumbling, despite insisting on your irritation, all you could think about the entire ride over was a sliver of a memory from last summer.

It was smack in the middle of July. Sun beating down with the intent to fry you alive.

Robin had practically begged you to go get ice cream and it wasn’t like you were gonna say no. It was hotter than hell out, of course you were gonna get ice cream, but then Steve tagged along. Sat across from you in the booth and ordered a strawberry milkshake. Wrapped his perfectly pouted lips around the straw and sipped it slowly. Licked whipped cream from his fingers. Ate the cherry last and looked up at you when he’d pulled it from the stem with his teeth and for a split second all you could think about was him.

What it would taste like. What it would feel like.

What it would be like to kiss Steve Harrington.

“Bye now,” Jason was smiling all saccharine sweet. Pure sugar. Too much and too fake as the girl he’d just kissed slowly backed away from him. Unable to pull her eyes away as he leaned against the frame of the booth effortless and on display for the girls waiting in line, all of them disappointed they hadn’t beat the clock to seven.

And as Steve walked across the field to take Jason’s spot, he audibly groaned watching the other boy soak it all up.

Fuck this. He was not excited, he was not looking forward to this, and he did not want to stand anywhere near a damn kissing booth. Roughing his hands over his face he sucked in a deep breath. It was only an hour. Sixty minutes. It would fly by.

“Well, well. If it isn’t the King!”

Yeah, no. This was going to suck.

“Haven’t used that since Junior year, Carver,” Steve’s voice was flat, unamused, and when he walked up on the line a few of the girls huddled up and started to whisper.

“Ah, c’mon, Harrington. Return of the king! Back on top!” the grin that pulled at the corners of Jason’s mouth grew as he fed off Steve’s negative energy. “C’mon, the ladies love it,” and as he turned back to the line a couple girls toward the end started to walk away, “Oof, guess I’m a hard act to follow.”

Steve jammed his tongue into his cheek, hands balling up at his sides as he eyed the other boy, wanting nothing more than to put a fist into Jason’s face. “It’s for charity, dumbass. Not a damn competition,” Steve grumbled as the other boy pushed himself off the wall of the booth.

“Whatever you say, King Steve. Dropping like flies. Least you’ll get out of here early,” Jason sneered and gave Steve a too-hard clap on the back. Biting down on his lip, Steve struggled to keep himself in check, struggled to keep his hands at his sides until someone else chimed in.

“Carver you better get goin’, gonna be late for Bible study,” Robin walked up on the boys with you and Nancy in tow and gave Jason a too-sweet smile of her own, “Don’t wanna let Jesus down. Well. More than you already have I guess.”

Jason’s face turned beet red and Steve stifled a laugh with a very unconvincing cough, a few scattered giggles coming from the line.

“Shut up, Buckley.”

“Tsk, tsk. How’s it go? Love your neighbor or whatever? Anyway, so nice to see you!” Robin punched him a little harder than she should’ve in the shoulder and walked up behind the counter to take over for Chrissy Cunningham. “Alright, ladies! Now that we’ve taken out the trash – come give the King of Hawkins high a big ol’ smooch and help buy new basketball uniforms! Real win/win here, friends,” her voice was so loud it made people’s heads turn over at the cake walk and Steve wanted to die.

“Jesus, Robin,” he hissed, scrambling over to take up his post under the giant red sign.

Nancy turned to you shaking her head, but smiling all fond over Robin, “I kinda feel bad for him.”

“I don’t,” you said with a laugh, watching the line perk up a bit with Robin’s encouragement as Steve looked like he wanted to pass out, giving the first girl in a line a kiss.

“You know, he’s not that bad,” Nancy said, giving you a nudge with her elbow.

Glancing back over at the booth you saw the second girl walk up and give her dollar to Robin, Steve’s face still flushed and pink, but lips just as pouted and perfect as they’d been that day at the diner. Sipping down strawberry milkshake and pulling the cherry off the stem and you felt your stomach flip over.

“Yeah, I guess,” you muttered, but Nancy chuckled when she saw how rosy your cheeks had grown.

“Okay, well you better get in line or you’ll have Robin on your ass worse than before,” she reminded you of your deal and you groaned. “It’ll be easy,” she said giving you a grin, “And he really is a good kisser.”

Your blush only deepened with her words and you tried to hide it, throwing your eyes down to your feet and starting to walk away, “Okay, great! Can’t wait. So awesome. Just the best.”

“Relax! It’s just a kiss!” she called over her shoulder as you fell into the last place in line behind someone from your old AP English class, trying very hard to not turn and run away.

At first it was an extremely awkward and uncomfortable exchange of events for Steve.

People would give Robin their money, she’d say thank you in her silly sing-songy Robin voice, and then they’d walk up to Steve and smile. Sometimes it was shy, sometimes it was overly aggressive, and sometimes there’d be a weird pause where they’d just stare at each other. He’d clear his throat nervously or stress about whether or not he should’ve brushed his teeth two more times before he’d left the house, but eventually she’d lean in and they’d kiss and then it’d be over.

It was ridiculous because he used to kiss random girls all the time at parties and shit in high school. Used to love it. Maybe because it stroked his ego. Because he liked showing off. Maybe he didn’t get enough affection at home. Maybe Nancy Wheeler broke his heart and he just wanted to forget, but now? Things were different now. He was different now.

He didn’t sleep around, he didn’t kiss and tell, his dating life was abysmal and this kissing booth just seemed to add insult to injury.

“Steve,” Robin whisper-yelled between customers as if she could tell he was spiraling, “You’re doing great. Only two more to go and you’re done!”

“God, Robin. Please stop talking,” Steve hissed back and gave the next girl a weak, half-hearted smile.

“Just saying–”

“Hi,” Steve cut Robin off and greeted the shorter, blonde girl he recognized from Senior year science. She was second-to-last in line ahead of you and you fought back a laugh, watching the awkwardness unfold.

“Hi, Stevie,” she purred and Steve’s stomach lurched.

Stevie? Oh god. Why?

She’d clearly just applied a fresh layer of shiny, pink gloss right before her turn came up and when she leaned in toward him, Steve waited til her eyes were closed to grimace. What? He wasn’t a monster.

It was slippery and wet and not good, but Steve gave her what he hoped was a friendly enough smile as she pulled away all starry-eyed.

“Maybe see you around? When you’re done?” she asked and he swallowed thickly.

“Yeah! Ye–maybe,” he stuttered and she slipped him a piece of paper with her number on it.

“Call me,” she winked and Steve died.

“Okay, sure. Thanks,” he stumbled over his words and when she finally turned away you watched as he screwed his eyes shut, muttering under his breath.

You caught the words stupid and want to die and you almost laughed, but it fell apart in your throat as the girl walked away and left you there. Last in line and panicking as you suddenly remembered what was supposed to happen next. Why were you just as nervous as he was?

Shaking off the last kiss, Steve was ready to just be done. Only one left Robin said, but when he looked up the pained expression on his face softened.

You.

Robin’s room mate. Her best friend. Her cute best friend. The one who fought him over best friend duties. Who teased him relentlessly and gave him shit all the time. Wasn’t afraid to eat an entire pizza on her own and always ordered a chocolate shake with sprinkles at the diner. Who wasn’t afraid to call him out on things and had a mouth like a sailor. A mouth he’d wanted to kiss more and more every time he saw you, but he could never find the right time to ask or try or make a move and–

“Oh,” fell from him, quiet and surprised and your lips twisted into a little frown.

“Oh,” you said back trying to tease, but it came out sounding a lot more hurt than anything.

Steve’s brows pinched together with worry and he took a step toward you, the most he’d moved all night. “N-no, sorry. I didn’t mean it like…” he rubbed at the back of his neck, trying hard to put words to what he was trying to say, but they weren’t coming out.

“That’s okay. S’for a good cause, right?” you shrugged and forced a smile.

“Yeah. Right,” he agreed lamely as you crammed a dollar into Robin’s hand with a glare. Two weeks better be worth it.

Then turning back to Steve you took another tiny step toward him and he did the same putting you two dangerously close. Almost toe-to-toe. The scent of fresh laundry and spearmint and boy making you feel dizzy, making you feel dumb, and when you pulled your eyes off the ground to look up at him your breath caught in your throat.

Fuck he was pretty.

That pout. The twin moles on his cheek. The soft slope of his jaw. The way his hair fell messy across his forehead and into his eyes all warm honey, liquid amber, melted caramel. He was making it hard to hold your grudge and you could feel the wall you’d put up around yourself start to crumble.

“So. We just–” you didn’t finish your sentence as he looked down at you, his lips parted, waiting, anticipating.

“Yeah. Yeah, uh–” Steve’s voice was low and made your tummy twist as he shook his head a little and leaned down. Tried to do the same thing he’d been doing all night, but suddenly so damn unsure. He paused, close enough you could feel his breath as it warmed over your cheek, “Is this–is this okay?”

“Mmhm,” you murmured and you didn’t have to wonder anymore. You were nervous, just like he was was, and it scared the shit out of you.

“Okay, guess I’ll just–” he said, voice barely above a whisper as he closed the gap between you and finally, finally pressed his lips soft and sweet to yours.

And it was everything.

It was slow and curious and a little shy, but the feeling of him against you pushed you to be brave and you tilted your head. Deepened the kiss. Opened for him and he slipped a hand wide and warm and soft at the back of your neck, his fingers threading through your hair and holding you even closer.

His tongue chased along your bottom lip and you sighed into him, letting him swallow all your soft pretty sounds until you were both breathless and needing air and when he started to pull away you swore you’d give Robin every single bill in your wallet to do it again.

Steve huffed a laugh, hand still holding you gentle at your neck and you bit your lips between your teeth to fight off a grin, too caught up in each other to care about anything else until–

“Yeah, think I’m gonna need another dollar for that one,” Robin was beaming at you two like an idiot and you both fixed her with a look, all sass and attitude.

“Robin,” your voice blended with Steve’s and Robin laughed so hard she snorted.

“Oh my god, please, please make this work. Look at you two. This is ridiculous. Here, go get a drink,” and she fisted a wad of dollars from the register, counting it out and replacing it with money from her own wallet before practically shoving it at Steve.

“What–”

“No, seriously, Harrington. Leave. Get outta here. It’s eight anyway,” Robin cut Steve off and pointed at her watch. Eight on the dot. Kissing Booth closed.

“Uh,” Steve started, looking back over at you with a lopsided smile, “Wanna get a drink?”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, hummingbird wings and nerves and a feeling you hadn’t had in a long time. A tiny flicker breathed into flames when Steve pressed his lips to yours and you felt your cheeks warm again at the thought of it.

“For charity?” you teased, trying hard to will your blush away as you pulled your eyes up to meet his.

“No way,” he said, too quick and suddenly his cheeks matched yours. Pink and rosy and warm and you laughed. “No,” he tried again, smile tugging into a smug grin. Just a tiny bit King Steve, but the show of confidence made you weak in the knees, made you want to kiss him again and you grinned right back.

“Okay, but you’re driving. Robs has a hot date,” turning you winked at Robin and her jaw dropped, fighting the urge to dive over the counter and kill you.

“A hot date?” Steve’s eyes grew wide and he reached up to slap at Robin’s hands, “With Nance??”

“I’m late, gotta get this to Click, told her I’d close this up by eight so she could go home,” Robin rambled, trying to pretend like there was so much to do, but failing miserably.

“Have fun!” you teased, throwing her sing-songy tone back in her face, but she ignored you, walking off across the football field still mumbling under her breath.

You looked back to make a joke to Steve, to laugh at Robin, but the sight of him had your words dying in your throat.

"Ready?" he asked, twirling his keys on his ring finger, looking the most relaxed he’d been all night and your heart leapt, hammering against your ribcage. Deep green henley snug across his chest. Dark wash Levi’s hugging all the right places. Hair still messy in his eyes. Those eyes. One hand jammed in his pocket and dirty blue Adidas shifting on the terf, ready to get outta there. Ready to get a drink with you and dammit, Nancy was right.

He was a good kisser.

crappymixtape™ • steve harrington masterlist // stranger things masterlist

[callhermyname]

you're not going | eddie munson x reader, pt. 2

summary: Eddie goes missing, so you and your friends look for him

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

wc: 3k

warnings: angst, mentions of death, violence;

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Eddie stayed still for hours. Didn't move a muscle, just layed there, hiding underneath the tarp that covered Rick's fishing boat, quietly sobbing while tears of pure horror ran down his face. He'd just seen Chrissy being killed by some invisible force right in front of his eyes. What the hell was that? He was petrified, all he could do was run away. There was nothing much he could've done, right? 

He'd been hiding for a few hours now — he could see the streams of sunlight hitting the floor of Rick's fishing shack, so that meant it was early morning. Now that the initial shock has worn out, his mind has wandered back to what kept him stuck  in his thoughts all day: you. The last few hours before what happened to Chrissy, all he could think about was how weird you were acting the day before.

When Chrissy came looking for him, he had an idea. He'd told her to meet him at the picnic table 30 minutes before the time you were supposed to meet him there, so he could make his deal with her and do something nice for you. He wanted to thank you for helping him — he had a feeling he was going to finally be able to graduate, and it was all thanks to you.

Before leaving the trailer park to meet up with you, he picked up some wildflowers you'd always say were pretty every time you went back to his place with him. He tried his best to make the small bouquet look pretty enough so he could give it  to you, as a thank you gift for being so patient with him. But you didn't show up.

He went out looking  for you, and when he talked to you on the phone, you sounded a bit off. He spent the rest of the day thinking about you — not that it was something unusual, he was always thinking about you —, worried he'd done something wrong. He couldn't bear the thought of you being mad at him.

You always took such good care of him, always managed to make him feel safe. He could use some of your comforting energy right now. Even when he was scared to death, running from whatever it was that killed Chrissy, hiding in some drug dealer's fishing shack, the only thing that made him feel some kind of comfort was thinking of you. He's definitely not a religious man, he never was, but for the rest of the day, he prayed that you'd come and find him. He knew you were the only one who could make him feel safe.

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The morning after the game, you woke up with mascara all over your face. You should know better than to sleep with makeup still on, but you couldn't care less about that. You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your head, sitting up on your bed as you remembered all that went down the night before. As you roll out of bed, you notice you're still wearing last night's clothes and figure you should probably take a shower. Glancing over at the small alarm clock on your bedside table, you check the time. It's 10am, which means you have about an hour until your shift starts at the Family Video, so you hurry out the door to the bathroom.

As the hot water hits your skin, you try to fight the thoughts flooding your mind. What the hell was Eddie doing with Chrissy? What could possibly be a good explanation for that? You don't want to think about it, you try not to. You wash your face and your hair, feeling dirty, feeling like you deserve this. You shouldn't let your guard down like that, you knew better than that. 

You got out of the bathroom and heard the low volume of the TV coming from the living room. Your aunt and Dustin were probably already up. You hurry to get dressed up and get some breakfast, drying your hair and putting on your work uniform. When you're grabbing your backpack to head out, you hear a loud bang at your door.

"Yeah?" you call back.

"Hey, we need to talk." Dustin says at the other side of the door.

"Dustin, I'm sorry" you say as you open the door, ready to walk past him. "I can't talk right now, I'm gonna be late for work and you know I-"

You stop as you open the door and see Max standing beside Dustin. 

"Max? What are you doing here?"

"Trust me, being late should be the least of your worries right now." Dustin says, a serious look on his face.

You follow him and Max down the hallway, starting to get really worried. When you get to the living room, you see your aunt sitting at the couch looking at the TV with a horrified look on her face. When you turn around to look at the TV, you see the headline at the bottom of the screen as the reporter delivers the local news: "Hawkins High student found dead at the trailer park". Behind the reporter, you see a lot of police cars and a lot of cops, but what makes you freeze is the trailer behind them. Eddie's trailer. 

"Wait is that-" you start speaking but Dustin grabs you by your hand before you could finish, heading out the door.

"Keep it down, I don't want mom to get worried. Max will explain it to you on the way."

"On the way?" you ask as Dustin and Max hurry you out the door.

"Dusty, where are you going?" you hear aunt Claudia's voice coming from the living room.

"To see a friend." Dustin says as he shoves you out the door.

"You heard the news, it's not safe out there-" she gets cut off by Dustin, who's now running out the door and closing it behind him as he reassures her.

"Good point,  we'll be extra careful, thanks mom I love you bye!" he slams the door, Max already hopping on her bike as you and Dustin follow her, riding your bikes as well.

"Can someone please explain to me what the hell is going on?" you burst out.

"They found a body at Eddie's trailer this morning." Dustin tells you, trying not to alarm you — as if it was possible to not be alarmed by this.

"They- WHAT?"

"It's Chrissy Cunningham." you hear Max talk for the first time this morning. "I saw her come home with Eddie last night. A few minutes after that, I heard a scream coming from his trailer, and the lights began to flicker. When I headed to the window to see what was going on, I saw him running inside his van and leaving. This morning I caught a glimpse inside of Eddie's trailer before the cops could isolate it. Couldn't see her face, but it was definitely her cheerleading uniform."

You freeze, stopping your bike. Half an hour ago, the fact that Eddie took Chrissy back to his place would be enough for you to throw up, but now that's not even a problem for you. Chrissy was dead? At Eddie's place? What the actual fuck?

"Hey, come on" Dustin stopped his bike, turning back to look at you. "I know it's a lot  to process right now, but we've got to get to find Eddie. You know just as much as I do that Eddie would never hurt anyone. Something else killed Chrissy, and we know damn well what could have done it. But we need to know for sure, we need to know what happened,  and for that we need to find him. Okay?"

"Okay." you sniffled, already panicking at the thought of what could've happened, worrying about Eddie.

You follow Max and Dustin to the Family Video store — looks like you wouldn't be late for work after all. As the three of you bursted into the store, Robin and Steve turned around to look at you.

"Did you see this?" Steve asked, pointing at the TV where the news was still on, the reporter talking about the body found at the trailer park. "Someone was murdered!"

"How many phones do you have?" Dustin asked.

"Three, if you count the one at Keith's office." you told him.

"That'll do." Max said, walking around the counter.

"What the hell is going on?" Robin asked, confused.

"You wanna fill them in?" Dustin nudged you, as he threw his backpack over the counter, knocking off Steve's breakfast.

You fill your friends in and they look at you with the same look they had on the night before, but now with a little hint of panic. As the day went by and you called everyone you could think of that could know anything about where Eddie was, you couldn't help but to feel guilty. You spent the whole night worrying about your hurt feelings when Eddie was witnessing something terrible you could have warned him about. You hoped to god he wasn't hurt. You couldn't live with yourself if something happened to him. You needed to find him. 

"Hey guys" Max's voice snaps you out of your thoughts. "I think I might have something"

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Steve pulls up in front of Rick's house and the five of you storm out of the car, headed to the front door. Dustin rings the doorbell and knocks at the door.

"Eddie! It's Dustin"

Robin holds her flashlight up the window, trying to see inside the house. You pace around nervously, looking for anything that might lead you to Eddie. 

"Dude, stop yelling" Steve says, clearly annoyed at Dustin "He's not here."

"Guys?" Max calls up to you.

You all follow her to a shed at the back of Rick's house. You push the door open, and get inside. There's fishing gear all over the place, a boat covered at the center of the shed. Steve grabs an oar that was resting at the wall and pokes at the tarp.

"What are you doing?" Dustin asks, confused.

"He might be in here" Steve says, as he continues to poke at the covered boat.

You look around the shed, a table at the corner catching your eye. You walk over to the table and see a half empty bottle of beer, some food wrappers and a half eaten bag of chips. 

"Hey, look over here" you called. "Someone was here."

"Maybe he heard us" Robin says, behind you "Got spooked and ran"

"Don't worry" Dustin said, sarcasm dripping from his voice "Steve will get 'em with his oar!"

"I know you think you're being funny, Henderson" Steve bit back, annoyed "but considering that everyone in this room has nearly died a hundred times, personally, I don't find it funny in the slightest-"

He's interrupted by someone jumping from underneath the tarp, inside the boat, throwing him against the wall — it was Eddie. He held a broken glass bottle against Steve's neck, his eyes wide and shiny, full of tears and fear.

"Whoa whoa Eddie! Calm down! It's me! It's Dustin!"

Eddie looked back at you and Dustin, who was trying his best to calm his friend down. He looked confused, terrified, you've never seen him like this before. You knew something terrible had happened.

"This is Steve, he's not gonna hurt you." Dustin assured "Right Steve?"

"Yeah, right!"

"Steve, why don't you drop the oar?"

Steve drops the oar and Eddie seems to be getting more and more nervous. 

"What are you doing here?" he asks, his voice trembling.

"We're looking for you," Dustin explains. "These are my friends, you know Robin, from the band. This is Max, the one who never wants to play D&D."

Robin and Max nervously wave at him.

"And you know my cousin too, right? I know you two knew each other way before I even met you." 

"Hey, Eddie, it's me, it's okay" you try to calm him down. "We're here to help, we're on your side."

Eddie looks at you and Dustin for a second before letting Steve go, taking a few steps back and lying against the wall, slowly dropping to sit on the floor. Dustin approaches him, trying to take the broken glass bottle away from his hands, causing Eddie to flinch at his touch like a scared puppy.

"Okay, it's okay" Dustin holds his hands up, trying to keep him calm "We just wanna talk"

"Eddie" you slowly walk towards him, kneeling down in front of him, holding your hand out to touch his. He looks at you, allowing you to touch his hand, easing his grip on the broken glass. He lets out a shaky breath and grips your hand tightly, feeling a little less scared. "We wanna know what happened."

"You won't believe me" he sniffled, tears now rolling down his cheeks.

"Try us." Max said behind you, causing him to look up at her, and then look back at you. You gave him a reassuring look, trying to make him feel safe enough to tell you what he'd seen. So he told you.

"Chrissy, she came after me, she wanted to buy some weed. At first I thought it was weird, you know? It was Chrissy Cunningham, for fuck's sake. But she seemed off, like something was bothering her, she told me she felt like she was losing her mind. Asked for something stronger. I told her I might have something, but that I don't carry it around with me in my lunchbox. She asked me where she could get it, and I- I told her I kept it back in my place. Told her she could swing by after the game to get some. When we were leaving Hellfire, she came up to me, asked me if she could go with me back to my place so I could give her the stuff. We went home, and I was looking for the stuff and she-" he took a deep breath, dropping his face in his hands "I left her alone for one minute… When I came back she was just standing there, like she was in a trance or something. Her body just… lifted up into the air and, uh… and her bones… uh, she…" he squeezed his eyes shut, also squeezing your hand, which he was still holding. You squeezed his hand back. "Her bones started to snap. A-and, her eyes man- it was like there was something inside her head, pulling and I- I didn't know what to do so I… I ran away" he lifted his gaze, looking right into your eyes, his eyes filled with pain and guilt. "I left her there."

Your eyes were now also filled with tears as you listened to him, seeing how guilty he felt. It made your heart drop, not only because you couldn't bear to see him like this, but also because you knew — once you get into this, there's no getting out. So, you let Dustin give him the talk.

After you'd told him everything, you figured it was probably time to go. Everyone was ready to walk out the door, but you just couldn't leave him there. He was scared and alone, hiding on a boat, you just couldn't walk away knowing he'd be there in such bad conditions. 

"Guys, we can't just leave him here" you said "we can't leave him alone in here, he's not okay!"

"Look, we know you want him to be okay, but there's not much we can do," Steve reasoned with you. "He's a wanted man, we can't go out walking around with him"

"I know that, but please, just- I'll stay here with him. Dustin, you can tell your mom I'm at Nancy's and won't be coming home until tomorrow morning. I figure Rick probably has some blankets or something like that, I could at least make sure he's comfortable and not alone."

"You sure about this?" Robin asked.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I'll be fine, you can go. I've got my walkie-talkie with me, if we need anything I'll let you guys know."

"Okay then" Steve gives in. "But if you need anything at all-"

"I'll let you know. Thanks guys."

They walked out of the shed, headed back to Steve's car, and you followed right behind them. 

"I'll be right back" you told Eddie before leaving him.

You found an open window and jumped inside the house, looking for some blankets and pillows. The place was a mess, it looked like no one had been there for quite some time. You found a blanket that was big enough for you and Eddie to share, grabbing two pillows from the bed. When you got back to the shed, Eddie was still exactly where he was when you left him. He looked so terrified. 

"Hey" you called "got us something to sleep on."

"You're staying here with me?" he seemed confused.

"Of course. I couldn't just leave you here by yourself. I know this stuff is not easy to take in. Trust me, I  can't remember the last time I went to bed not being sure I'd probably have at least one PTSD nightmare."

Eddie huffed, a sad chuckle leaving his lips.

"Look, I know this is nuts. But I can assure you, we'll get through this. I've done it before, I'm sure we can do it again." you reached for his hand.

He let you hold his hand, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles, looking at you with those big, sad doe eyes.

"Thank you for not leaving me." he muttered.

"It's not a big deal, really. Just wanted to make sure you were okay."

The two of you made your improvised bed on the boat, lying down side by side. You felt butterflies dancing around your stomach as you laid down next to him, even though the situation wasn't ideal. You were almost half asleep when he called your name.

"Yeah, Eddie?"

"Can you, um- can you hold me? I know it's childish but I just can't sleep like this. I'm terrified, but I know you've been through this before and I- you make me feel safe."

Your heart melted a little at his words.

"Of course, Eddie. I'm here for you." you said softly, moving closer to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders. You could hear his heartbeat and smell him — faded musky cologne and cigarettes. You took a deep breath, taking in his scent. "You make me feel safe too."

[anonymousewrites]

Pearl of the Sea Chapter Thirteen

Found Family! PoTC Cast x Teen! Reader

Platonic! Will Turner, Elizabeth Swann, Jack Sparrow, Tia Dalma x Reader

Chapter Thirteen: Hiring on Tortuga

Summary: On the hunt for The Flying Dutchman, a strange man comes aboard, and (Y/N) gets angry as the truth is revealed.

            Lightning struck and highlighted the horizon of the sea. Thunder rumbled above the Black Pearl. Wind swept the calm seas into chaotic waves. Rain pelted down around the crew. In the darkness, a second ship rested on the waves.

            “That’s the Flying Dutchman?” said (Y/N), squinting to see through the dark of night. It didn’t feel like a magical ship.

            “Yes,” said Jack, glancing at them. Tia Dalma’s words echoed in his head, and he paused. He nearly spoke the truth, that it wasn’t the ship, but he couldn’t afford to. But (Y/N) would be furious after this.

            “She doesn’t look like much,” said Will.

            Jack had never been so pleased at a stupid observation from Will. “Neither do you. Do not underestimate her.”

            Gibbs cleared his throat. “Must have run afoul of the reef.”

            “So, what’s the plan, then?” said Jack, glancing at Will. He knew what Will would plan to do, though. He just wanted to hurry things along.

            “I row over, search the ship until I find your bloody key,” said Will.

            “If I came, it would be fast—”

            “No,” said Will and Jack sharply. Will, Gibbs, and (Y/N) looked at Jack in confusion.

            Jack cleared his throat. “What if there are crewmen?”

            “I cut down anyone in my path,” said Will. He nodded and walked towards a rowboat.

            (Y/N) wished they could go with him. With the storm and the waves, they felt such energy. Their restlessness felt like the wind whipping the waters around them.

            “I like it,” said Jack. “Simple, easy to remember.”

            “Be careful, Will,” said (Y/N). They hugged him before he got onto the boat.

            Will hugged them back. “It’s all for you and Elizabeth.” He squeezed them tightly. “And you must be careful, too. I am leaving you alone with these pirates, and I don’t want you to be in danger because of them.”

            (Y/N) grinned at him, and Will saw the stormy glint in their eyes once more. “I will handle any danger they bring to me and return it in kind.”

            Will cleared his throat and set aside the vengeful nature of their words. “I’ll be back soon.”

            “Good luck,” said (Y/N).

            Will stepped into the rowboat, and it lowered into the sea. On the Pearl, all the candles were doused to keep them from being spotted.

            (Y/N) waited apprehensively for Will to arrive at the seemingly wrecked ship. The faint light of his lantern showed him climbing amongst the shoals, but then it disappeared. (Y/N) frowned and leaned forward.

            And then the waves broke open. (Y/N) stared in shock as a ship exploded up from underwater. It was all jagged edges and frayed sails, yet it sailed smoother than any ship (Y/N) had ever seen.

            That was the Flying Dutchman. Which meant…

            (Y/N) whirled on Jack. “You sent him over to the wrong ship.”

            “(Y/N), it will all work out—”

            “You sold him out!” The Pearl shook with (Y/N)’s shout as the waves swelled.

            “(Y/N)—”

            “Why? He was helping you!” hissed (Y/N).

            “He has a debt to pay.”

            A new voice joined the ship, and everyone whirled. A man with a face like an octopus, green-blue and slimy, stood. His tentacles waved in the air, and he towered over the other pirates. Davy Jones had arrived, having swum with nary a sound from his ship to the Pearl. His infamy and mysterious nature had a clear source.

            A creak of wood sounded, and more pirates emerged from the shadows. Each one had the features of a sea creature or the wood of a ship, dripping with seawater and danger and magic. They swarmed the crew of the Black Pearl. They grabbed several pirates who tried to resist, and (Y/N) was grabbed by a pirate with the skin texture of a starfish (and five protrusions on his face to match).

            “Oh…” Jack stared at Jones.

            “You’ve been captain of the Pearl for thirteen years,” said Jones. “That was our agreement.”

            “Technically, I was only captain for two years, then I was mutinied upon,” said Jack nervously, trying to be charismatic as usual.

            “Then you were a poor captain but a captain nonetheless,” said Jones. He wasn’t going to be charmed or have his words twisted to help Jack. “Have you not introduced yourself all these years as Captain Jack Sparrow?” He spat the word with extreme distaste. The crowd jeered and laughed.

            Jack faced Jones. “You have my payment.” His gaze flicked shamefully towards (Y/N). “One soul to serve on your ship.”

            “You bastard!” hissed (Y/N), and the waves churned like their fury. Jack winced.

            Jones glanced at (Y/N), and Jack’s heart beat quicker in worry. “One soul is not equal to another,” said Jones.

            Jack seized upon the opportunity, even if partly to bring his attention back to himself. “Aha, we’ve established my proposal is sound in principle. Now we’re haggling over price.”

            “Price?” Jones frowned and looked at Jack.

            “Just how many souls do you think my soul is worth?” said Jack.

            Jones tilted his head. “One hundred souls. Three days.”

            “You’re a diamond, mate!” said Jack. He glanced at (Y/N). “Send me back the boy. I’ll get started right off.”

            (Y/N) started in surprise. He wants to get Will back?

            “I keep the boy,” snapped Jones. “A good-faith payment. That leaves you only ninety-nine more to go.”

            “If we give you a hundred, will you give him back?” said (Y/N). All the pirates stared at them for interrupting, but their brazenness was not to be stopped.

            Jones narrowed his eyes. “Giving Jack more work. Pathetic.” He took a step closer to (Y/N), and Jack watched warily. “Your soul would give him less.” (Y/N)’s gaze met Jones’s evenly. “If you came instead of the boy, I’d say Jack had…fifty more souls to go.”

            “I’d prefer to keep this one with me, discount notwithstanding,” said Jack pleasantly, and (Y/N) looked at him in surprise.

            He defended me? What does he have to gain?

            Nothing. The answer was nothing, and Jack was as confused about it as (Y/N) was.

            “Then I keep the boy,” said Jones. “Ninety-nine souls if you leave him with me. One hundred if you want him back.” Jones looked at Jack scornfully. “But I wonder…have you gone soft? Or can you just not live with condemning another to servitude while you roam free?”

            Jack’s gaze flicked to the ground before straightening and putting on his usual smile. “Yep. I’m good with it. And if I happen to get lucky, maybe I’ll throw in that hundredth soul for you.”

            Jones scoffed at Jack’s bright tone.

            “Shall we seal it in blood? I mean, ink?” said Jack.

            Jones grabbed Jacks hand aggressively, and a tentacle slithered over it. “Three days.”

            He stalked to the edge of the Pearl. The other pirates let go of the crew. Together, the crew of the Flying Dutchman jumped overboard and disappeared into the stormy waters. Jack stared at his palm as the Black Spot dissolved. He looked up at (Y/N) and then cleared his throat.

            “Mr. Gibbs,” said Jack.

            “Aye?” said Gibbs.

            “I feel sullied and unusual,” said Jack.

            “And how do you intend to harvest these ninety-nine souls in three days?” said Gibbs.

            “One hundred,” snapped (Y/N). Gibbs and Jack looked at them. “One hundred or I’ll run you through, take your compass, and leave you to fend for yourself.” At the end of their threat, they gave a smile, and Gibbs and Jack shivered.

            Jack cleared his throat. “Right, right. A hundred. Right on.” He looked at Gibbs. “Fortunately, he was mum as to the condition in which these souls need be.”

            “Ah. Tortuga,” said Gibbs.

            “Tortuga,” confirmed Jack. Gibbs grinned and ran off to the helm. Jack looked at (Y/N). “We’ll get a hundred souls, and we’ll return young William to his bonnie lass, eh?”

            (Y/N) looked at Jack. “Don’t lie to me, Jack. It does neither you nor I any credit.”

            “I’m not lying,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) searched his expression. “I hope not.”

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            (Y/N) was really wishing they had decided to watch the ship instead of following Gibbs and Jack ashore in Tortuga. They were sitting in the pub as people shouted all around them and just watching Gibbs interview people to get them to sign for sailing with the Black Pearl, but they felt like this was going nowhere. Beside them, Jack kept whispering affirmations to himself before checking his compass. He huffed as whatever was going wrong continued going wrong.

            “How we going?” he said.

            “Including those four, that gives us…four,” said Gibbs.

            Jack groaned and shook his compass while Gibbs focused back on the line. He smiled pleasantly.

            “And what’s your story?” said Gibbs.

            “My story.” The pirate drawled with an angry tone. “It’s exactly the same as your story, just one chapter behind. I chased a mana cross the seven seas. The pursuit cost me my crew, my commission, and my life.”

            Gibbs, (Y/N), and Jack looked closely at the man. (Y/N)’s eyes widened.

            “Commodore Norrington?” they said, staring at the soot-covered, disheveled man.

            “Not anymore,” snapped Norrington. “Weren’t you listening?” He leaned in towards Gibbs. “I nearly had you all of Tripoli. I would have, if not for the hurricane.”

            Jack attempted to grab a decorative plant and hide. Gibbs swallowed hard. (Y/N) sank into their seat (guilty even if they hadn’t been on the ship at the time).

            “Lord,” said Gibbs. “You didn’t try to sail through it?”

            “So do I make your crew or not?” said Norrington, staring daggers at Gibbs. “You haven’t said where you’re going. Somewhere nice?!” He tipped over the table. People gasped and looked at him. Norrington swayed as he spun around and looked at everyone. “So am I worthy to serve under Captain Jack Sparrow?!”

            Jack quickly pulled (Y/N) to their feet and made his way towards the door.

            Click!

            The hammer of a pistol was pulled back, and Jack froze. Norrington leveled his gun at Jack.

            “Or should I just kill you now?” said Norrington.

            Jack cleared his throat and put on a smile. “You’re hired!”

            Should I feel bad about throwing Norrington to Davy Jones? (Y/N) frowned and looked at Norrington.

            “Sorry. Old habits and all that,” said Norrington, sneering as he aimed at Jack.

            I don’t.

            “Easy, sailor!” A pirate grabbed Norrington’s arm.

            “That’s our captain you’re threatening!” said another of the new recruits, wrestling with Norrington.

            He threw the pirate off, and then he stumbled back. Instantly, the man he fell into shoved him. Anger flared. People hit one another, and, as usual, a barfight began in Tortuga.

            “Time to go!” said Jack.

            “Aye!” said Gibbs.

            “Good idea!” said (Y/N).

            The group began to weave through the crowd. If they were lucky, their new recruits would show up at the Pearl after getting some sense knocked into them. They weren’t lucky, though, because they also only had four out of the hundred souls they needed. That meant they were running out of options.

            (Y/N) dodged a body flying through the air, and they were broken from their thoughts. Huffing, they shoved a pirate away, and their hand itched to grab their sword. Jack pulled them aside as another punch flew by their head.

            “Keep an eye out, laddie, can’t have one of the only crew members with a head on their shoulders getting knocked around!” said Jack cheerfully. However, as they exited the building, Jack only let go of guiding them to take a hat from an unconscious pirate.

            “I wanted a chance to punch someone,” grumbled (Y/N). The moment the chaos of the fight had erupted around them, they had itched to join. They had wanted to join the fight, and all of their restless energy had surged to the surface.

            “We’ll have plenty of time for that later,” said Jack. His adventures always ended like that, so he said it with absolute confidence. That being said, something made him prefer for (Y/N) to not be involved in a fight.

            “Captain Sparrow!”

            Gibbs, Jack, and (Y/N) turned around to face the approaching figure, but they kept walking towards the Pearl.

            “Come to join me crew, lad? Welcome aboard,” said Jack.

            “I’m here to find the man I love.”

            (Y/N) furrowed their brow. I recognize that voice…

            Now Jack paused, frowned, and turned. “I’m deeply flattered, son, but my first and only love is the sea.”

            Behind the new person, Norrington went and nearly threw up. He stumbled and leaned on barrels. (Y/N) frowned. He’d really lost himself.

            “Meaning William Turner, Captain Sparrow.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes lit up. They recognized the voice now. “Lizzie!” They threw themself at her, and she grinned, hugging (Y/N).

            “Hide the rum,” whispered Jack to Gibbs.

            “You escaped!”

            “Of course,” said Elizabeth proudly. “Are you alright?”

            “I’m…fine,” said (Y/N), holding back how gleeful they were at being back at sea. That being said, their joy was dampened by all the frustration they’d been through and all their worry over Will.

            “Elizabeth!” greeted Jack. “These clothes do not flatter you. I much preferred the dress.”

            Elizabeth rolled her eyes. “Where is Will? If (Y/N) is here, he should be too.”

            Jack coughed and cleared his throat. “I am truly unhappy to tell you this, but—”

            “Davy Jones took Will to work on his ship unless we find a hundred souls to work for him, and we’re terrible at finding new crew members,” said (Y/N), laying it out plainly.

            “What?!” exclaimed Elizabeth.

            “I’m really sorry, I tried to help and even offered to go myself, but it was too late,” said (Y/N), gazing at Elizabeth.

            She shook her head and squeezed (Y/N)’s shoulders. “It’s not your fault. It’s Davy Jones’s.” She glared at Jack. “And Jack’s in some way, I’m sure.” Jack chose to avoid eye contact and look as innocent as possible.

            “Davy Jones?” said Norrington, still swaying. “The captain of the Flying Dutchman?”

            “You look awful. What are you doing here?” said Jack.

            “You hired me,” spat Norrington. “I can’t help it if your standards are lax.”

            “You smell funny.”

            “Jack,” snapped Elizabeth. “All I want is to find Will and go home with (Y/N).”

            “We can’t get a hundred souls,” said (Y/N). They sat down on a barrel. “What can we do? We can’t leave Will with Davy Jones.”

            Jack paused. He suddenly had an idea, though part of him hated that it might disrupt a small amount of…trust he had built with (Y/N). “Elizabeth, is that what you want most? Are you certain?”

            “Of course,” said Elizabeth.

            (Y/N) frowned and looked at Jack. Does he have another plan?

            “Because I would think you’d want to find a way to save Will most,” said Jack.

            “And you have a wave of doing that?” said (Y/N) quickly.

            “…The chest,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) frowned. “How will it help?”

            “You know what is inside. Leverage,” said Jack.

            (Y/N) paused and considered. That made sense. They looked at Jack. They sincerely hoped he wasn’t screwing them over. That would…hurt.

            Jack was certain in his course. After all, he couldn’t get a hundred souls. He intended to save Will. He just…needed something else to do it. Then everything would be fine. And Jack wouldn’t be disrupting the strange faith (Y/N) placed in him. The faith that felt so pleasant to have earned from the wild teenager.

            “Go on,” said Elizabeth.

            “It’s a chest of unknown size and origin,” said Jack hurriedly.

            “What contains the still-beating heart of Davy Jones,” said Pintel, dragging supplies on board.

            Ragetti mimicked a heartbeat.

            Elizabeth glanced at (Y/N). They nodded. “It’s true.”

            “And whoever possesses that chest possesses the leverage to command Jones to do whatever it is they want, as I said,” said Jack. “Including save brave William from his grim fate.”

            “You don’t actually believe him, do you?” scoffed Norrington.

            “I was there when the contents of the chest was revealed. Jack bartered to get a hundred souls instead of ninety-nine in order to get Will back. He’s told the truth about that,” said (Y/N). “I doubt he’s lied about what the chest can do.” He had no reason to since it wouldn’t help him if it did anything else.

            Jack nodded, and he felt himself straighten. Tia Dalma had been right. (Y/N) had some strange faith in him, likely from the freedom he granted them. It was strange. Jack almost felt like he should live up to whatever image of himself (Y/N) had.

            Quickly, he pushed that aside. He just needed everyone on his side, even with using the truth. Then, Jack could control Jones, gain immortality, and have everything he desired. He was out for himself. Obviously.

            Elizabeth considered and eyed Jack warily. “How would we find it?”

            Jack held up his compass. “With this. My compass is unique.”

            “ ‘Unique’ here having the meaning of ‘broken,’ ” scoffed Norrington.

            (Y/N)’s mood swung to irritation. “We’re trying to solve an actual problem here, Norrington, so if you’d like to ignore that magic clearly exists and that the compass may be magic, too, then please do so on the ship. If you’re not up to walking, just tip over into the harbor, yes?”

            Norrington and Elizabeth stared. (Y/N)’s mood swings were getting out of hand, like the winds changing on the seas in an instant.

            “Excellent point!” said Jack cheerfully. “My compass does not point north, but it is not broken.”

            “Where does it point?” asked Elizabeth.

            “It points to the thing you want most in the world,” said Jack.

            “Are you telling the truth?” said Elizabeth.

            “Every word, love,” assured Jack. “And what you want most in this world is to find the chest of Davy Jones, is it not?” He placed the compass into her hands and cupped it.

            “To save Will,” said Elizabeth.

            “By finding the chest of Davy Jones,” said Jack. He flipped open the compass, removed his hands, and stared at the needle.

            It swung around. Everyone tensed. It settled.

            “Mr. Gibbs!” said Jack.

            “Cap’n,” said Gibbs.

            “We have our heading.”

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1, part 2

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𝐊𝐎𝐁𝐘 𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 over the edge of the small boat trying to find any signs of the girl while Luffy laid back happily. Koby looked up at Luffy "a-are you sure s-she's ok?" Luffy tilted his head up "yes she should be around here....somewhere" he said looking over the boat.

There was a sudden hard smack against the boat causing it to rock lightly "oh that might be her" he smiled and looked over the edge but didn't see anything. Another hard smack hit against the boat, Koby looked around trying to find her gulping nervously.

Luffy didn't looked fazed not one bit still keeping his cheeky grin. Suddenly a loud splash made Koby jump out of his skin and let out a girlish scream, snapping around he saw Y/n "boo!" she giggled watching him try to calm his racing heart. Luffy chuckled "see told you she'd be okay!"

Ducking her head under the water she swam around the boat closer to Luffy flicking his neck Y/n pouted "you could have warned me before you pushed me" Luffy rubbed his neck with a childish pout "I was just trying to help" Y/n rolled her eyes "so where are me headed?" she asked, "to the marine base!"

Y/n blinked "huh?" Luffy looked down at his long time friend "to get the map of the grand line" he stated, Y/n nodded "uh um...w-where is that at?" she asked, Koby spoke "just keep going north" Y/n nodded once again ducking her head under the water "might wanna hold onto something" Luffy stated laying back.

Koby looked confused "w-what do you m-mean-woah!" he fell forward as the boat without warning was pushed forward quickly. He sat up peeking over the boat "i-is that her?"

Luffy nodded "yet she's one of the fastest swimmers I know" Koby tilted his head "then again she is a mermaid so she probably is naturally fast" he hummed.

Koby stared wide eyed "s-she's a what?!" Luffy knocked on the boat twice causing it to stop, Y/n popped her head up "w-was I going too fast?" Luffy shook his head "nope! But Koby here didn't know you where a mermaid" Y/n cocked her head to the side "wait really? I thought you'd be able to tell" she shrugged.

Lifting her lower half out of the water Y/n showed Koby her shimmering tail. He stated wide eyed and mouth agape "w-woah, your t-tail it's so beautiful..." Y/n smiled "aw you're too kind"

Y/n pushed the boat forward as Luffy looked between the two an odd feeling rose in his gut, and it wasn't just hunger this time. He brushed it off actually speaking of hungry he could really go for some food right about now.

Y/n pushed them onto the docks "here we are!" She smiled, placing her hand over her necklace she emitted a purple glow from her hand green sparks covering her body and she had her legs again.

Climbing up on the docks Luffy smacked her back "that never gets old" he chuckles walking into the village, Y/n following close behind Koby stared at the girl in awe.

Yes he had seen her before back on Alvidas ship, but it was darker and he didn't have a good view of her.

Her outfit showed off a lot of her attributes, Koby felt his face burn when he realized just how hard he was staring at the girl quickly tearing his gaze away from the girl he hurried to catch up with the other two, "h-hey wait up!"

He found both of them staring at all the different wanted posters.

Luffy looked shocked "wow! I didn't know there were so many pirates" Y/n nodded looking over all the different pirates "hey look it's a clown!" she pointed to a poster of a clown guy named Buggy. But the two males ignored her "where's my poster?.." he muttered.

Turning around to face the two he sighed "well, only one way i'll get inside that base, and it's not on an empty stomach." Y/n sighed shaking her head.

Y/n sat in the restaurant lightly chewing away on her food, while Luffy slammed down on his food.

A waitress came over carrying more food, Koby denied the food but Luffy insisted "food is good. It's good brain power" he muttered stuffing his face.

Y/n twirled a piece of her hair, looking around the restaurant she saw a green haired male walk in dragging a person who was in a bag...Y/n and looked away gulping uncomfortably.

Y/n wasn't a big fan of violence, or murder. Who would be? She hated it ever since...well nevermind.

She watched the green haired male sit at the bar, saying something to the woman, he glanced around the place briefly locking eyes with Y/n who quickly looked away down at her lap her fins starting to glow.

A little girl walked past with a plate of rice balls going up to the stern looking male speaking to him she looked happy, which Y/n thought was cute.

But the cuteness was ruined when a long haired blonde male bumped the girl causing her to drop the food.

She stuttered out an apology but the blonde mocked her and stepped on the food causing Luffy to frown, Y/n glared at him as did the green haired male.

He picked a small piece of the rice ball off the floor and ate a small piece of it "delicious." he stated simply, the girl smiled and hurried away while the blonde male continued to antagonize the green haired male.

"Do you know who I am?" the green haired male looked him up and down before speaking "a shithead marine with a bad hair cut?" Y/n chuckled at his remark.

However the blonde man didn't take the insult lightly and pulled out a sword from his waist, the green haired male huffed "I wouldn't do that." the blonde male laughed "common tough guy! Three swords? I only need one" Y/n gulped sensing a fight about to break out Luffy patted her head and nudged his head towards the door knowing how uncomfortable she got when it came to fights.

Y/n got up and quickly scurried past the two towards the exist when she bumped into a orange haired girl "oh i-i'm sorry" the orange haired girl only hummed and ignored her. 

Going outside she heard the ruckus that went on inside, she shivered and sat playing with her necklace. to distract herself from the haunting noise. .

The sun had fallen and the moon soon arose darkening the sky letting the stars shine bright. Y/n, Luffy, and Koby laid on the small boat specifically Luffy was laying in between Y/n's legs the back of his head resting on her stomach while she played with his curly hair.

"I can't believe it" Koby muttered, "that guy was amazing, you should have seen it Y/n he could fight really good!" Y/n hummed growing tired, "and what's with the third sword....I mean where would he even put it?" Luffy questioned.

Koby sighed "he had to protect that little girl from the Marines...who were supposed to be protecting her. It doesn't make any sense."

Luffy shrugged his fingers tracing over the soft skin of Y/n's thigh "if there are good pirates and bad pirates. then, there are gonna be good Marines and bad Marines too."

Y/n hummed in agreement, Luffy looked over at Koby "you'll be one of the good ones" Y/n flashed the boy a smile "yeah!" Koby only looked away, "Captin Alvida was right, I know nothing about the world" Y/n sighed "no one truly knows anything about anything. It's all just a matter of hypotheses and perception." Koby glanced at her.

"Hey....hey Koby I need to get into the base, and find that map and I could use some help." Koby looked at him as if he was crazy "you want me to help you steal from the marines?"

Luffy sat up "no of course not. how about you help me...get the boat ready?" Y/n sat up "you can handle that? right?" Koby nodded "yeah I can do that. but what are you two gonna do?" Koby asked.

Looking at a sewer drain Luffy got an idea. "I'm working on that." he smirked.

Inside the marine base a familiar moss head male was tied up on a pole sweat dripping down his face the heat beaming down on him.

He was heavily annoyed and feeling dizzy due to the heat and the blonde mocking him, he was trying to keep his eyes open when he heard metal clanking.

Blinking he tried to find the source of the noise glancing over he saw a metal grate on the ground, suddenly it was pushed open two heads peaking out "I-I don't think this is the right s-spot" both people climbed out Luffy looked around while the girl dusted herself of "I knew I should have took these shoes off..." she muttered to herself.

She turned around "hey you're that guy from the bar." Luffy stated, Y/n tilted her head before it clicked for her "oh yeah!" sometimes she had the memory of a goldfish.

The green hair male dropped his head "get lost." Y/n hummed "we are lost.." Luffy spoke "we're trying to get inside the base...hey I saw the way you fight how did they even arrest you?" the annoyed male spoke "they didn't. I turned myself in" Y/n tilted her head 'he looks dehydrated...'  she was lost in thought while the two spoke.

"I'm Rorona Zoro...the pirate hunter."

Luffy smirked "well...I'm Monkey D. Luffy and I will be king of the pirates. and I think you should join my crew" he stated, nudging the girl Y/n snapped out of her daze "oh right, I'm Y/n Angelfish. and I'll be queen of the sea!" she smiled.

There was a long pause before Zoro chuckled dryly, "what makes you think i'd wanna play pirate with you?" Luffy spoke "you're a great fighter I saw we'd make a pretty good team" Zoro scoffed "I kill your kind for a living..Pirate. Hunter."

Y/n sighed "you keep saying that, but is that all you are?" there was another long pause. Y/n leaned over "he really takes a long time to respond" she muttered.

"I made a promise to someone a long time ago to become the world's greatest swordsman." he stated, Luffy smirked "impressive" while Y/n muttered "cooool"

Luffy began to untie him Y/n followed close behind "hey um are you thirsty? you look dehydrated...n-not in like a bad way! o-or anything I-I'm just saying" he sighed hearing her nervous ramble so to get her to be quiet Zoro spoke quickly "yes."

Taking off her purse she pulled out what looked like a puffed up puffer fish he glanced at her raising a brow "oh there's only water in it don't worry it's not a real puffer fish" she said placing the puffer fish down next to him.

Helping untie him Y/n questioned "so where's your swords?" Zoro sighed "that blonde prick took them"

Y/n 'Oh'ed' at his words, "you can untie me but I still won't join your crew" both Y/n and Luffy said in unison "okay" Zoro corrected "I mean it I don't owe you both anything" Y/n shrugged "okay."

After untying him Y/n and Luffy walked back over to the metal grate "good luck with the sword thing" he climbed back in, Y/n waved to him "bye bye Zoro!" Luffy helped her climb in as well as she waved to the green haired male once more before sliding the gate back into place. .

"Um Luffy do you know where w-we're going?"

"Nope-Woah!" .

Unexpectedly they both dropped down from a vent below them landing on a table, "ow I-I think I landed on my fin..." slowly getting up Y/n saw a orange haired girl hiding behind a shelf "hey...aren't you that girl from the bar?"

Coming out from her hiding spot she looked the girl up and down "you aren't supposed to be down here" she stated "neither are you." Luffy stated looking at the girl.

"We heard everything. you stole that guys uniform and now you're looking for my map" the girl raised a brow "your map? it's my map and I'm not leaving here without it." Luffy shrugged "suit yourself" walking past her Y/n followed close behind "hey, get back here!"

The orange haired girl followed "do either of you have any idea of what you're doing?" Y/n shook her head "looking for that Morgan guys office, the maps in there right?" he asked.

She looked at him as if he was stupid "that's your plan? Just to walk in and take the map?" Y/n nodded as did Luffy "yeah, why do they call him axe hand anyway?"

Speak of the devil.

Freezing up Y/n gulped, Luffy looked down at his hand "ah...axe hand..." he muttered.

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