#Marco eats pineapples like a mad man

[jellyclogs]

How one piece DILF react to Y/N having a panic attack

y/n has she/her pronouns in this story

trigger warning: detailed description's of the feeling of a panic attack, mentions of a panic disorder and overstimulation(not like that u pervs) noise sensitivity

the dilfs in question: Marco(he totally counts as a dilf)  Katakuri(he also counts)  Shanks(the only one I don't have to justify)

Base Story

You have always been prone to panic attacks. Not that it was an everyday thing. Some days you have nerves of steel. You don't even flinch at the sound of cannons or when a crew member touches you out of the blue. On bad days you start to spiral just from the drop of a cup or the sound of someone stomping down the hall. Today was a bad day. 

You do your absolute best to go with the flow of the day as well as do your duties. But it all became too much. Your hands had been shacky all day but you could tell it was getting worse. You started fumbling more and more. You knew that you couldn't fend off the looming brake down so you set down what you were doing. You knew you needed to make it back to your room before it got worse. You were a pirate so having a panic attack out in the open was a no-go.

You began to pick your way through the ship. You flicked your inner wrist as you walked(at least you hoped you were walking and not running) to your room. The gentle pain kept you grounded, it helped you block out the panic just a bit longer.

As you rushed you didn't spot one of your crew members. You clipped them with your shoulder in your hurry. You didn't have the time to see who it was, you were also pretty sure your mask would completely shatter if you as much as made eye contact with someone. “so Sorry!” you called out to whoever it was. You hoped your voice didn't give away how close to breaking you were.

Once you finally made it to your room and the door was shut behind you, your mask shattered. You let your body hit the floor as you sobbed. Everything was just too much you curled up into a ball and tried to get your breathing under control.

🍍 Marco  🍍

Marco froze seeing y/n rushing down the hall. He was about to ask if she was alright when she ran into him. The glance he got at her eyes told him she was not ok. Her normally calm (e/c) were frantic and glacie. What the hell had happened?

“so sorry!” she squeaked, her voice was just as frantic as her eyes. Now he was sure she was not ok. 

Marco stood still debating on whether hed follow her and find out what was wrong, or trace back her steps and see who’s ass he had to kick. (y/n) was a sweet and calm women who he certainly had a soft spot fore. Not that he would admit it. If he was perticuly drunk it took all his will power not to go tell the girl just how much of his mind she took up. Some times he wondered what had dragged such a good girl into a life of piracy.

Marco turnd and rushed to fallow her. The ass kicking could wait, first (Y/n) needed to be calmed down. He lost site of her but figured she was probably headed to her room so rushed that way.

Marco stood at (Y/n)’s door he knocked on the door gently, he didnt want to upset her more.

“Whats up?” (y/n)’s voice was almost convincing, but marco could here the slight quiver.

“(y/n) can i come in? I saw you rushing down here and i just want to check in on you?” marco spoke in a gentle and cleary voice. He knew barging in to her room would only make her situation worse.

“I…” she cut herself off with ragged panicked breaths, it took her a while to regain her composure, “Ok… I'm sorry.” 

Marco gently opened the door, his heart broke seeing the poor girl in such a panicked state. She was sitting on the floor with her back pressed to her bed, she had puffy and red eyes, clearly shed been crying. Marco stepped in closing the door shut behind him. He walked up the mess of a (h/c) and sat down in front of her, “Do you want to tell me what's wrong, or do you just want a shoulder to cry on?” Marco’s voice was soft and soothing, he wanted to pull her into his lap and just hold her til she calmed down but he wasn't sure if that would help her or not.

“Bad,” her breathing was so frantic that she couldn't even properly form sentences, “Bad, I'm just not having a go-od day.” she was trying so hard to cover up just how bad of a state she was in. she was not doing a good job at it.

Marco looked into her eyes before scooping the girl up in his arms. He knew she needed something to ground her, looking at her right now he could tell she was in the middle of a panic attack. He stood up and sat the two of them down on her bed, “Ok hun, I've got you.” he whispered holding her in a firm but gentle grasp, running a hand up and down her back, “you don’t have to force your self to talk, let's just focus on getting your breathing to a normal pace.”

Marco was relieved when she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. She nodded her head and then let out another wave of sobs. She was shaking in his arms and clung to him for dear life.

Minutes passed of the two of them just sitting. Marco could hear her softly mumbling, “In 1,2,3, out 1,2,3” her breathing started to mimic her counting. Slowly (y/n) relaxed, she almost seemed to melt. Marco waited for her to talk, he knew if he waited she would eventually give him a better explanation for this panic attack. 

“Thank you,” (y/n) softly spoke leaning back, “I'm sorry if I scared you.” she crossed her arms and looked anywhere but at Marco.

Marco sighed, she was apologizing. He turned her head to look at him and gazed into her watery pools of (e/c). Why did she feel the need to apologize to him? He pressed his forehead to hers, “you don't need to thank me for this. I'm a commander it's part of my job to make sure my crew is ok.” he paused for a moment before adding, “Especially if it's you.” his voice barely audible.

“What does that mean?” (y/n)’s looked to Marco confused. Her eyes were still puffy and red.

“It means that,” Marco chuckled, “if you ever need help, or are feeling like this, then don't hesitate to come find me.” Marco wanted to place a kiss on her forehead but wasn't sure if that would push the situation over a breaking point, one where he couldn't leave this room still just being her friend, “so think you can tell me what happened?” he redacted his mind to the ass-kicking he was sure he'd be handing out soon.

(y/n) flushed, Marco wasn't sure if it was from his words or if she was embarrassed about why she had gotten so upset, “ I'm Prone to panic attacks,” she moved to get up and off of Marcos's lap, “Usually I can keep it together till I get to my room but today wasn't a good day.” as the girl made it to her feet she looked back at Marco with a sheepish smile, “It's ok really.”

“No, it's not.” Marco stood up and pulled (y/n) back into his arms, “Why didn't you tell me sooner I could have helped.” 

“It's fine,” (y/n) did not fight the hug, she mumbled into his chest, “I'm fine,” Marco couldn't tell if she was saying it to herself or him.

“No, it's not.” Marco said more firmly, “I'm here for you, (y/n) you don’t have to suffer alone anymore, please let me help you when things like this happen,” Marco pulled back and kissed her forehead, “please,” he whispered. 

“Ok,” Marco almost didn't hear her soft response. He certainly did silently feel her relax into him.

🍬 Katakuri 🍬

Katakuri was surprised to feel someone run into him. He was almost impossible to miss seeing as he is almost 17 feet tall, and he has such a menacing ora. Who in their right mind would run into him? He glanced over to this person who was either blind, dumb, or looking for a fight only to hear a panicked, “So, sorry.” and catch a glance of (y/n) rushing off.

Katakuri was surprised when it was (y/n) of all people who had shoulder checked his calf. (y/n) was a well-mannered woman. He didn't know the girl well however he had quite some respect for her. The woman had never once looked at him with fear in her eyes before and was fairly close friends with Brulee. He sighed and guessed he might as well go see what is wrong with his sister's friend.

He used his observation haki to see where she had run to. He was taken aback by the image he saw. The polite but confident woman had tucked herself away in a closet and was sobbing her eyes out. Usually, he avoided using his haki to feel what others were feeling but the sheer amount of panic she was radiating was overwhelming, his haki picked it up without him even trying.  It took him more effort than he wanted to admit to stop his heart from racing.

Katakuri rushed tword the closet (y/n) had locked herself in. he may not know her well but the way Brulee talked about her made him certain that he couldn't just let her be. He stood in front of the closet hearing the muffled sounds of the women. Yet again his haki took over and he could feel her panic, he wanted to rush in and comfort her if just to stop the panic that was flowing off of her in waves.

Katakuri wasn’t thinking clearly, the woman's panic had fogged his mind. Katakuri opened the closet and crouched down to be less imposing to the frantic girl. He was hit with a potent wave of panic stronger than before. He had messed up, she was now in a worse state, “Sorry,” he tried to be soothing, “I wanted to see if you were ok.”

“Oh,” the girl squeaked, “I'm sorry.” she looked rather pathetic as she tried to give him a smile, “just need some time to-to, um,” her breathing went ragged and interrupted the excuse she was about to give him. She scrunched her eyes closed and it seemed as if she was just trying to get her breathing under control.

Katakuri watched the girl for a moment before pulling her into his lap and hugging her to his chest. She was so small in his hands, it almost felt like he was soothing a child. He gently rubbed her back. At first, the girl was stiff and her panic increased but slowly she relaxed and gave into the hug.

Katakuri hated to admit it to himself but he enjoyed the feeling of holding the woman. He liked the way she clung to him. He liked the warmth of her skin on his. More than all that he liked the fact that she was just so vonrubole at the moment. 

After a long time of (y/n) calmly barring her face in his chest katakuri spoke, “What happened?” his thumb never stopped rubbing her back.

The woman sheepishly looked up at him, “it was just a panic attack,” she bit her bottom lip before continuing, “Nothing you have to worry about sweet commander sir.”

Katakuri darkly chuckled, “I put together it was a panic attack,” he glared down at the women in his arms, “but what caused it?”

She fidgeted with her sleeve cuffs be for she spoke again, her eyes looked only at her hands, “I'm prone to panic attacks, sometimes the noise of life just gets to be too much and I just,” she closed her eyes, cheeks red, and took a deep breath, “I just lose it. I'm sorry sir.”

Katakuri was not expecting that “so you deal with this regularly?” he did his best to sound neutral. The more of this venerable side he saw the more he wanted to protect her, it was like finding a shivering kitten on the side of the road, she was just adorable.

“Yes.” she gave him a reassuring smile, “but I'm used to it and usually i just step out and have my little brake down and get on with the day.”

She was trying to downplay how awful this was for her, Katakuri was sure of it. The man had been overwhelmed by just the taste of her panic and she dealt with this regularly. What kinda woman was she really? The woman he had known up to this point was well put together, polite-no she was kind, well spoken and confident. Was that persona just a mask? 

“Your good friends with Brulee right?” Katakuri asked.

The girl only nodded.

“That makes you a friend of mine too,” Katakuri brushed her hair out of her eyes, “so you dont have to hide this from me.”

The girl looked up to him confused. She opened her mouth to say something but Katakuri cut her off, “When your not ok and i'm here tell me. Have you talked to Brulee about this? She’s the kinda woman that wouldn't mind helping you.”

“She knows,” the woman’s voice was soft not much louder than a whisper, “but it's not her responsibility to babysit me, and it's not yours.”

Katakuri picked the woman up and brought her to his eye level. “As a member of the big mom pirates that makes you a member of the family, it's our job to take care of each other since we are family.” he glared into her eyes just daring her to try to disagree.

“Yes sir,” she whimpered.

Katakuri set her down before standing up and saying, “you don't have to call me sir, we're friends so call me Katakuri.”

“Thank you Katakuri,” (y/n) gave the man a genuine smile.

Katakuri chuckled, “Don't mention it (y/n).”

🍺Shanks🍺

The moment shanks heard her squeaked apology he knew what was happening, she was in a full-swing panic attack. (y/n) had been on the crew a year now and he had seen her fall apart like this more than a handful of times. He was surprised that she didn't come straight to him, but then again that was how she was. She didn't like the thought of as she would put it, “troubling him over nothing,” shanks shook his head and sighed looked like his true love(his booze) would have to wait.

Shanks considered heading straight after the panic pron woman but figured she would calm down more quickly with something to munch on so he headed to the kitchen instead. It always left him reeling that just some noise could do this to her. He'd seen her fight men 4 times her size like it was nothing. The woman tamed wild beasts without an ounce of fear or conquerors haki. Hell, he’d seen her smile welling holding a giant growling dog in her lap, all well calling it just a little angry baby. did he mention the fact that the dog was the size of a dam lion and gave the rest of his crew a bit of a lashing(he still doesn't get how she didn't get bit for that one). (y/n) was a terrifyingly capable woman.

Shanks walked into the kitchen with a shigh.

“Run out of booze already captain?” lucky roux asked.

“Danm I wish that's why I was in here,” shanks gave his cook a serious look, “(y/n) having a panic attack can you fix me up a sandwich for her? Or maby something chocolate?”

Lucky roux quirked a brow before shaking his head, “I’ll make her a quick sandwich, don't think she got breakfast.” he hummed as he began to make the red-haired pirates’ little panic-prone girly a sandwich. Watching Lucky Roux make anything was interesting(even just a simple sandwich). The cook moved with such precise speed, his hands a blur as he worked. Shanks had tried to work at the same speed as lucky roux and he always ended up with a messy pile of ingredients that only looked like a sandwich if you squinted really hard at it. By the time lucky roux was done talking the sandwich was ready, “ take good care of our little beast tamer.” The chef said as he handed the sandwich to his captain, concern in his voice.

“Gosh you make it sound like I wouldn’t,” shanks smirked and snatched the sandwich, “I'm not some heartless monster.” 

Lucky Roux rolled his eyes, “I'm sure you’re not heartless, but you're certainly a monster captain.”

Shanks stuck his tongue out at his cook as he stepped out of the kitchen and headed towards (y/n)’s room. He closed his eyes a moment and huffed. He would never tell (y/n) this but seeing her like this always made him feel helpless. He could beat almost anyone in a fight but he could do almost nothing to stop her from having these panic attacks. He hated to see her suffer and not be able to do much about it. He honestly wished he could just take all her panic on himself.

Shanks stood in front of (y/n)’s door. He listened for a moment to see if he could hear her, he was relieved to find he couldn't. He hoped that for her sake the worst had passed. He used the back of his hand to gently knock on her door, “Hay they're beautiful, I brought you a sandwich and wanted to see how you're doing. Can I come in?”

“Yeah.” a lightly hoarse voice called through the door, “you can comb in.” her sentence was punctuated with a small sniffle.

Shanks slowly opened the door. He spotted the girl he was looking for sitting on her bed. She was wrapped up in her big fluffy comforter, the only thing poking out from the blanket's cover was her face. Her eyes were red and her flushed cheeks had little glossy trails where tears had been flowing. His heart caught in his chest, sure he'd seen her like this quite a few times but it always hit him hard. Sure she was a capable woman, and he knew she could take care of herself, but dam it she was cute and cuddly and he wanted nothing more than to protect her.

“Sorry, it was a bad day.” (y/n) pulled the blanket over her face, only making it harder not to find the woman adorable, “I just needed to get some quiet time.”

Shanks sat down at the foot of her bed holding out the sandwich for her, “How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to be sorry about this.”

She peeked out from her blanket before reaching out a shaky hand to grab the sandwich, “thank you,” she said as she looked up at him through her lashes. She nibbled at the sandwich.

Shanks watched her for a moment before opening his arm so she could get a hug if she wanted. He smiled softly at her and waited.

The woman crawled out of her blanket and hugged him, she buried her face in his chest. She abandoned her half-eaten sandwich on her pillow, she'd deal with the crumbs when she felt better.

Shanks ran his hand up and down her back just taking in the moment. He always liked when the beast tamer was cuddly like this. She was not a very touchy person and didn't like the feeling of being touched out of the blue but, once in a while, she would just let him hold her. Shanks knew the woman loved to be held. If it was on her terms then she adored the feeling of being in someone's arms. Shanks could tell by the way she seemed to just melt when she hugged him or any other member of the crew.

“Your too nice to me captain,” (y/n) hummed into Shanks’ chest, “thank you for putting up with my bull shit.”

Shanks rolled his eyes, “well the deal is I always come to your rescue, and you're the designated driver.” he gave her a gentle squeeze, “I think it's a fair trade.”

(y/n) looked up at her captain and giggled, “is Beckmen in on this deal?”

“I'm the captain he’s in on it if I say he is.” shanks smirked, before peppering her face with some kisses, “Plus I think he likes you enuff that he wouldn't mind.”

(y/n) began to giggle barring her face back into his chest, “Captin!”

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hiii! It's me :D

Anyways can I request a whitebeard pirates x fem child reader?

Reader is a clone of whitebeard having his haki and devil fruit ability (like the seraphims) basically reader is a little insane from being stuck in a lab

The reason why whitebeard has a clone because reader is a weapon for the Marines

Reader is a bit rude and a brat because she's scared of adults

Let's say back in marineford they tried forcing reader to fight back at whitebeard but whitebeard just scoop her up and took her back to the Moby dick (thatch, ace and whitebeard lives)

Reader has a brand on the back of her neck 'W. B CLONE' (whitebeard clone)

Reader also wear a pair of season earrings because she hated using her devil fruit abilities

So basically the whitebeard pirates are doing everything to get reader better because she suffered mental, emotional, and physical pain

(Can you also base reader of this? Reader is kinda base of my oc hehe)

Oh and reader has a sentient plush that listen to her commands and is mute

Don't forget to eat sleep and drink! Have a good day!

-Nobody knew why a child was on the battlefield at Marineford, one that looked like a little doll, holding a stuffed rabbit toy, dressed in a delicate looking dress with bows and lace.

-You were on the side of the marines, but you looked almost angry, like you were upset as the scientist beside you, your handler, shouted at you, “Attack them!!”

-The pirates were appalled, seeing a child soldier, one so young looking, being commanded.

-The scientist lifted his hand to strike you, to get you moving and the moment you flinched, Whitebeard’s giant fist slammed into his face, sending him flying.

-You could feel the pressure he was exerting, Haki from what you remembered as you were facing away from Whitebeard, seeing where the scientist landed, and Whitebeard saw the brand on the back of your neck.

-He had been hearing rumors that the government had been cloning strong pirates and marines, to create an unstoppable army. And this brand was something he had seen in the reports he had been receiving, realizing that you were a clone.

-You turned back, and you squeaked as he instantly scooped you up before leaping back to his ship, putting you safely on the figurehead, “Stay here. You’ll be safe.”

-You didn’t believe him, all your life, despite being so short, you had grown not to trust adults, they were the ones who beat you, who locked you up, starving you, forcing you to hurt others, and with it, your mind broke, becoming a bit unhinged.

-You did stay however, as you saw the scientists and marines who had been so mean to you, trying to get to the ship, telling you to come back to them.

-This was your chance to escape and finally be free!

-When Ace was freed and all pirates were retreating, you grabbed your rabbit, feeling a little scared as all the pirates made it back, including the giant man who grabbed you earlier.

-As you started to sail away, many were looking over at you, before you heard a sound, “Let’s go back Y/N~”

-You turned, seeing Kizaru there and your eyes went wide as you took a step back in slight fear, not wanting to go back to the lab, while the men behind you were ready to charge in.

-Kizaru ran for you, and you clenched your eyes shut, throwing a hand towards him in a slapping motion and instantly he hit a wall, being blown back, just like Whitebeard’s ability, making jaws drop as you sent Kizaru flying.

-Everyone turned to you, eyes wide in shock as you sniffled softly, tears trying to well in your eyes. You hated using your ability, if felt weird and it made you tired.

-Marco came over and you instantly bristled, “Stay back pineapple head!”

-Your sassy words stunned everyone as quickly everyone was roaring with laughter while Marco was trying not to be mad at you as he kneeled, “What is your name?”

-You immediately bit back, “What’s it to you?” okay… you were kind of a brat, but Whitebeard spoke next, “You don’t need to act like this any longer, you’re safe here.”

-You didn’t bite back to Whitebeard, who was looking down at you like you were a shy little rabbit, now knowing that you were his clone, as you had his abilities, and his white hair. You knew this as well, as you had seen him fighting, using the same ability you had.

-Whitebeard turned to all the others on the ship, “Everyone- this is my daughter and your new sister, Y/N!” the ship was quickly filled with cheers, and you felt weird, why were they so happy you were with them as you glared, “Who says I’m your daughter?”

-He ruffled your hair gently, surprising you as you were expecting to be hit, your eyes going wide, which some of them saw, making them curious, and angry, about what you had dealt with.

-Whitebeard just chuckled softly, seeing the front you were putting up, “I do- so let’s go on an adventure together!” You knew about adventures, reading about them in your picture books as tears quickly welled in your eyes.

-Ace came over with a teasing grin, “Aww is our little sister crying?” you instantly glared, holding your bunny up like you were going to beat him with it, “I’m not crying!” They just laughed, thinking you were cute.

-You still didn’t trust them yet, but so far, they were being nice to you and not hurting you. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to stay with them for a while.

[marco-newgate]

Marco X CisFem Reader

6

Marco: I fucked up!

Thatch: I'm trying to sleep man

Marco: I kissed F/N before I left for work

Thatch: Thats a hilarious string of autocorrects

Marco: She did my tie and we were talking and I just kissed her on the cheek

Thatch: on the cheek?!

Thatch: I could be sleeping right now and you're talking about pecks on the cheek?!

Marco: cmon man. You know there are reasons I never do that stuff with her

Thatch: yeah 10 years ago.

Thatch: she's an adult now

Marco: but she just got out of a relationship

Thatch:yeah... you never had good timing

Thatch: now leave me alone

___________

It really wasn't a big deal. Luffy, Thatch and Ace kissed your forehead and cheek all the time. Sabo even had a few special occasions like your birthday or the time you got caught under the mistletoe a few years ago. But never Marco. He'd ruffle your hair to make you mad or slap your back and of course if the time called for it, a good old innocent side hug. He hugged his brothers often and well, you'd seen him kiss more girls than you'd care to remember.

Now that you think about it why did you seem to be the one being singled out here? This was getting depressing.

Your thoughts shifted to his warm and surprisingly soft lips. How he gently swayed with you while you cried into his shirt two months ago.

Ugh. What is this?

It was just too comfortable, completely natural and required zero effort. Like everything you ever did with Marco. Though Ace was your best friend and by far the closest brother to you he was incredibly hard headed; as was Luffy. You'd swear they were related by blood. Sabo always did his own thing and was far too clean and polite to have been raised in this house. Thatch was the group mom despite his mischievous streak. He was always stopping you from making a mess and making sure you learned your lesson.

Familiar feelings bubbled through your chest.

It was nothing. It was nothing. It was nothing.

"I know that face." Ace smirked pushing the bottoms of his feet flush with yours as you laid on opposite ends on the sofa.

"You don't." You replied flatly.

"Mhm ~" He hummed, "You're thinking ab-"

"Ace," You interrupted raising your right leg, "If you ever want to have kids you won't finish that sentence."

"OK geez." The raven whined protectively cupping his groin.

"F/N!" Thatch shouted from the kitchen, "Set the table. Dinner is almost ready."

You pushed yourself off the couch and slinked into the kitchen. Marco was pulling plates down from the cabinet so you counted out and gathered utensils.

Family dinner was something pops made sure happened as often as possible. There were usually at least two or three of you missing during dinner on week nights which is why no matter what everyone came together on Sunday evenings, no devices allowed, for dinner. Tonight, Sabo and Luffy would be out and Thatch had to leave as soon as he was done eating for his shift at the bar.

There was a bit of awkward tension as you and the blond walked into the dining room to set the table.

"Uh about this morning yoi."

You didn't lift your eyes from the napkin you were folding.

Be cool. No biggie.

"No worries. It was like a knee jerk thing, right?" Your face was on fire.

Don't look up.

"Well - uh."

"It's just a peck on the cheek, everyone does it." You shrugged forcing your shaky hands to keep folding, "You just aren't as affectionate as the others so it caught me off guard."

You saw his shoulders drop a little in your peripheral.

"Ah yeah," He let out an airy chuckle, "I just didn't want you to be weirded out."

See me, no big deal.

"Of course not." You forced a smile.

Why did it feel so disappointing?

He made a speedy exit while you sighed and finished setting the table.

This was reminiscent of high school and that wasn't good. All of the teasing and weird feelings really strained your relationship with the pineapple. Things were finally sort of normal.

You passed through the kitchen door hushing the whispering brothers immediately.

Suspicious.

"What's going to the table Thatchy?"

"Marco will take it. Can you go get pops from the garage? Please?" The brunette smiled over his shoulder at you.

"Aye-aye." You sauntered out to the garage to fetch the old man.

"Nami called you while you were outside." Ace chirped following you into the dining room where Marco and Thatch already sat on either side of pops' seat.

"Did you answer it?" That was a stupid question, of course he had.

"Yup!" He grinned, "She wants to set you up on a date."

"I'll tell her no later." You sighed slouching down next to Thatch.

"Oh - I already told her you'd do it." He said gaining the attention of everyone at the table.

"W-hy would you do that?" You gaped.

"What? It's been long enough."

"Two months." You strained.

"Exactly." He nodded.

"You can't just decide things for her yoi." Marco swatted the raven.

"I'll just call her after dinner." You huffed.

"Well, maybe you should go." Pops suggested shifting the shocked glares from Ace to himself.

"I thought you loved me pops." You whined.

"Of course, I do!" The old man boomed, "A little date won't kill ya. You might even feel better after."

"It's not like you have to marry the guy." Thatch added.

"Would you like to add to the betrayal?" You crossed your arms and glared at Marco.

He sipped his beer and very calmly shook his head.

"We just want you to be happy lass." Pops added.

"I'm ... " You paused thinking about the last 12 hours, "Ugh. Fine I'll do it. But I'm gonna be an awful date."

_________

You sat nervously twisting a lock of your hair at the five-star hotel's bar/restaurant. It was an enormous opulent room with huge chandeliers dangling from the vaulted ceiling. You'd made sure to dress accordingly and had no problem getting your hair and makeup exactly how you liked. But you still felt out of place. This place was expensive – too expensive for a blind date. It was the kind of restaurant that you go to for your ten-year anniversary.

"Can I get you a cocktail miss?" The young bartender asked wiping the marble counter in front of you.

You weren't a cocktail girl... but you didn't see a beer tap or any bottles for that matter.

"Can I just get a white Russian?" You slid your credit card across the counter to open a tab.

"I've got this." A smooth baritone voice drifted over your shoulder as a tattooed hand slid your card back, "A white Russian? Would you like to go bowling after this?"

You chuckled at his reference, eyes trailing up his tailored sleeve to his ridiculously attractive relaxed face. What the hell was Nami thinking? Thick black hair shadowed his sharp dark features that were only enhanced by his seemingly glowing amber eyes. 

"Trafalgar Law." He stated evenly responding to your no doubt bewildered expression.

I AM gonna be a awful date. 

[bluskye-27]

Drunken Love

Summary: Ace, Thatch, and Jozu birdnapped Marco to drink with them. Poor Hanna have to deal with the drunken consequences.

Sitting on the couch were Marco and his wife, Hanna. They were currently spending quality time together by watching cheesy romantic movies from the 90s. The blond husband was lying down on the sofa while his beloved wife was on top of him, their gazes fixed on the screen before them.

Hanna went to grab some more popcorn but discovered there was none left. "Aw, shucks! We ran out of snacks!" She pouted, fidgeting with the empty bowl. She sighed sadly.

Marco chuckled before grabbing the bowl from her hand, kissing her head as he slowly sat up. "I'll go make some more-yoi." He went to get up, letting Hanna sit by herself. "Don't miss me too much, love."

"I won't!" The black-haired wife was too engrossed with the movie to look at the blond going to the kitchen.

Getting a bag of uncooked popcorn, Marco proceeded to put it in the microwave and watched as it crackled in the heat. Too mesmerized by the scene, he failed to notice an unknown presence in the kitchen with him.

*Ding!*

"Okay, it's cooked now-yoi." He pulled the popcorn bag out of the microwave and was about to put it in the bowl just to be grabbed from behind. "MHMPH-!" He struggled from their hold, his mouth covered by their hand.

"Yosh! We got the pineapple man! I repeat, we got the pineapple man!"

'Thatch??' Marco's eyes widened, recognizing one of his sworn brothers.

"Let's get out of here, Thatch!"

'And Jozu??!' The blond tried to get out of the bulky man's grasp but failed due to the strong hold on him.

"Okay, Jozu! Let's go! Ace is probably outside with his car!" Hastily, Thatch and Jozu went out of the house through the backdoor, the poor pineapple man in their grasp.

'What the fuck is going on?!' Marco thought as he and his 3 idiot brothers drove away from his property.

'I hope Hanna won't get too mad at me-yoi.'

........

"4 large mugs of booze, please! The strongest kind you've got!" Thatch told the bartender before sitting down beside his best buds. "It's been a long time since we've got together, huh?"

"Yep. You got that right." Ace chuckled, eating the food that he ordered earlier. "Mr. Pineapple Husband here is too busy with his married life to drink with us! What's up with that?!" He pouted. Marco huffed.

"Well, Mr. Narcoleptic Dunce, it's a husband's role to tend to his beloved wife-yoi." He hissed irritatedly. "Still can't believe you idiots kidnapped me just like that! Hanna would get worried!"

"I already told her and she said okay," Jozu said. "She just told me to get you home if you got too drunk."

The blond husband huffed, watching as the bartender put their ordered drinks before them. "Since when did I get drunk-yoi?"

The three exchanged knowing grins as Thatch cackled evilly. "Since now."

........

And just like magic, Marco did get wasted. Awfully wasted.

He wasn't exactly sure when their little get-together started or how it ended because he was too drunk to be aware of the fact that he was back at his house. Not until his cheeks were pinched angrily by a certain woman.

"Fushichō Marco! How did you get so drunk?!" Hanna scolded, continuing to pinch him. "You never get drunk before!"

"Sowwy," Marco whined, surprising his bewildered wife. "Didn't mean to!" He pouted.

Hanna blushed, looking up at her drunk husband acting like a kid scolded by his mother. To think the usually mature man would be reduced to this! "Oh my gosh, you really are drunk Marco!" She exclaimed, taking in his state.

Marco rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, averting his gaze away from his beloved wife. "Mhm. Sowwy-yoi." He hic-ed, slurring his words.

Hanna let out a sigh, pulling the blond's hand, tugging him to walk with her. "Come on, love. Let's sleep."

As the ever-obedient husband he was, Marco trailed after her, drunkenly stumbling on his feet. His wife held tight onto him, afraid that the blond might fall on his face.

After a while, they arrived at their bedroom. Hanna instructed Marco to stand still as she handed him his pajamas, helping him to change with them. Some struggling and drunk giggling later, the couple finally settled under the bed's covers.

The blond snuggled against his beloved, smiling. "Nighty-night, darling." Marco kissed her forehead lovingly. "Love you, Hannah."

"Love you too, sweetheart." Hanna smiled softly, hugging her husband tightly.

Some minutes later, Marco turned to lay on his side, facing his wife. "Hey~ You awake-yoi?" Annoyed, the black-haired woman opened her eyes, looking at her husband in confusion.

"Yeah. What do you need, Marco?" The said blond giggled, looking at her excitedly.

"Did you know that I have an amazing wife? She's gorgeous too-yoi!"

'He's still drunk, huh? The dork.' Hanna rolled her eyes at him, her mouth curling up in amusement. "Oh yeah? What does she look like?"

Marco smiled, his blue eyes sparkling at the thought of his beloved. "Well, she has this smooth and silky black hair that I always love to weave my fingers with! And a pair of amazing onyx eyes that sparkles like the stars! Her skin was soft and smooth to the touch too! And her smile? God, I love her dazzling smile-yoi!" He sighed dreamily, failing to notice how red Hanna's face got. He then fell asleep after that, snoring softly.

'God. This man.' Hanna smiled, kissing her blond husband softly on his temple before falling asleep after him.

........

When Marco woke up the next morning, he found himself alone in bed. Sitting upright, he scanned his surroundings, only to find the room empty save for him. The clock read 6:47 am and he immediately groaned loudly, flopping backward and covering his eyes with his arm. 'Fuck this hangover.' He groaned.

"Rise and shine, my dear husband!" Hanna appeared in the room with a glass of water and a pill of Ibuprofen.

"Ugh... Thanks, sweetheart." Marco grabbed the things from her hand and ate the pill before gulping down the water. After that, he looked at the black-haired woman who was grinning mischievously at him.

"What's with that look-yoi?"

Giggling, Hanna smirked. "Let me tell you what happened last night..."

Marco listened to his wife recount the events that took place last night, his pale face reddening intensely from each embarrassing action he did.

'Note to self: Beat those idiots' asses later.' Marco groaned, flopping back down on the bed, face burning as Hanna continued to tease him.

'Yeah, I'll beat them later-yoi.'

A trade with @kazenomegaminowanpisu ! Hope you like this, sis! ;)

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Sick on the moby dick

I wanted to post this yesterday but i didn't get the chance to but i finished, i decided to give you two characters this time, i hope this brightens your day up just a bit and i hope you enjoy it  @cyborg-franky​

Ray groaned loudly as he laid in bed his face flushed as Marco placed a damp cool rag on his forehead . " can't you  just use your devil fruit and heal me or something" Marco laughed "I already told you yoi, it doesn't work that way, I can heal wounds but not treat viral infections " He said as he pushed their sliver locks out of their eyes " if you're worried about boredom, ace is going be keeping you company" He said glancing to the door where the mera mera user was eavesdropping 

Marco sighed " alright ace you can come in yoi," he said as they heard a loud squeak before a crash. Before the door opened "how did you know I was out there?" he said a bright red hue across his freckled cheeks at being caught "... your not hiding well when I can see your orange hat a mile away"..oh right, I knew that totally haha" he said rubbing his black wavy locks before he bounced on over to the sick pigeon zoan 

Marco deadpanned " right, I have to go into town to get you some medicine, ace make sure they don't go trying to get up or anything like that while I m gone".  Marco leaned down pressing a chaste kiss across the apples of their cheeks his lips brushing ray's ear " feel better soon baby bird yoi" he said in such a soft and tender tone as he got up walking out of the room.

Ace grinned as he plopped down on the bed next to ray " so what's it like being sick"  Ray groaned almost " haven't you been sick before?" ah no never, it looks like it sucks" he said " besides I don't think I can get sick either" ace said in thought his finger under his chin " do you want me to steal you some food from the kitchen or I could have thatch make you, that soup you really like" Ace asked as he ran his thumb over ray's knuckles 

Ray glanced over as he sighed holding ace's hand " don't steal it, thatch is still mad you blew up his kitchen.. just ask him if he can make me a vegetable soup with chicken" ace blinked " arent you like a part bird" he said. Ray's eyebrow twitched "I am a pigeon not a chicken"   i,m on it you can count on me!" he said running off only to run right into the door frame " oof!" he said falling on his ass before he stood up "I meant to do that!" he said as he ran out to the kitchen.

Ray smiled watching ace before he shut his eyes drifting off he was shaken awake by ace " hey hey!  i got you the soup , i don't know why thatch wouldn't let me help" he said with a big smile on his face " here eat" he said handing him the soup looking so proud of himself, if he had a tag it would probably be wagging about now 

Ace bounced his leg smiling as ray set down the empty bowl down. Ace leaned over kissing his lips " hey your going to get sick you know" ray warned him again " haha I told you I won't get sick besides is it so wrong for me to kiss my sick boyfriend" he said wrapping his muscular arms around the man pulling him into his lap " here I, ll keep you nice and warm my flame" he teased kissing the shell of their ear.  

Ace nestled his face in ray's shoulder as the door creaked open " oh? what are you two doing yoi?" Marco asked as he set down some bags on the table. Ace looked up with a wide cheesy smile " I,m keeping ray warm he's shivering" he said as Marco walked to the side sitting on the bed touching ray's shoulder before he activated his devil fruit his blue wings appeared wrapping around both of his lovers 

Marco rested his chin on top of ray's head " I saw some new coasters in town" ace couldn't help but snort " god your such an old man" Marco moved his leg kicking ace right off the bed " as I was saying yoi"  " ray! babe! you totally saw that right!" ace chimed up jumping up as he laid himself out in the pigeon's lap.

Ray moved their hand brushing ace's black locks " tell me about the coasters you found pineapple" ace snorted but shut up seeing the look Marco was giving him "I couldn't decide on which one so I brought them all back" he said rubbing his blonde locks pulling out three different types of coasters 

Ray smiled as they moved their hands touching over the coaster's before they couldn't help but laugh seeing all the fruit coaster's  " you got every fruit but pineapple huh?" ray said before coughing. Ace reached up hitting his back. ray nodded " thanks fire face," they said with a weak smile 

Marco rolled his eyes " well this was one of the set's I bought yoi, "...how much did you buy" ace said with a quirked eyebrow as Marco sighed "..a few" he said admitting it after a moment.   Ray smiled " there lovely Marco, you should show me the other one's to" " oh god I, ll fall asleep" ace whined in ray's lap . Marco scoffed " well ace does have a point, you do need to get your sleep so you get better soon.

Ace grinned " yeah! that way we can go on that date we have planed" he yawed pulling back the cover's dragging ray against his chest his arms around their waist " let's take a nap" " you should join us," ace said to Marco. The first division commander looked in thought " all alright work can wait yoi" he said as he finally laid down under the covers on ray's other side, his big blue wings wrapping them up.

Marco placed one of his arms around ray's waist, another on top of ace's hands interlocking them as Marco leaned down kissing ray's forehead " I love you baby bird" Ace nestled his face in ray's back placing a kiss on the nape of his neck I love you too babe, feel better"  

The three of them were entangled in each other's embrace's "..i love you guys two" ray mumbled as they dozed off smushed between the first and second commander's.

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Desire

A/N: SMUT ON THE BRAIN, I REPEAT SMUT ON THE BRAIN. 

Angel Reyes x Reader

MASTERLIST

Word Count: 1705k

Language: Smut, mention of blow-job, language, SMUT

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Y/N leaned dangerously lower finding herself eye level with none other than Angel and the guys. She smirked; “You have five minutes to meet me in the storage closet Angel Reyes or I’m starting without you.” Y/N whispered licking the shell of his ear seductively. “And I don’t like waiting…” 

Her converse shoes squeaked ever so slightly against the wood floors beneath them as he ogled her ass swaying farther from his reach. Her form fitting shirt was leaving little to his active imagination. Her denim cutoffs taunted him with the simple sway of her luscious hips. She was a fucking deity and Y/N knew he was eating out of the palm of her enticing hand.

Under his breath, Angel finally exhaled the compressed air lodged in his chest; “Fuck.” Popping the ‘k’ overtly. It wasn’t until Coco coughed attempting to clear away any residual sexual tension that Angel peeled his stare from Y/N looking around the table innocently.

“Yo, I say this with mad love but if you don’t leave this table to fuck her, I will homie.” Gilly and Riz laughed wholeheartedly alongside Coco. The fire in Angel’s orbs blared to life, anger gripping ahold of him. His fist clenched ripping one of his cards clean down the middle trying to refocus his pent-up frustration.

“I’d watch that mouth of yours, man. Anyone who dares to touch Y/N nonetheless solicit my girl will definitely be meeting me in the fucking ring. Got it, hermano?”

Coco cheeks blushingly glowed chuckling at his best friend. They were in the middle of a poker game and Y/N knew to not bother him during these times. But, looks like Y/N didn’t want to play fair tonight and he’d have to remind of the rules. Angel licked his wet lips as saliva pooled within him.  

“I only do it because you’re so easy to get a reaction out of…probably why Y/N loves seeing that pissed look on your face. Bitch knows how to play the damn game; I’ll give her that.”

He threw his cards down to the table signaling his defeat; “Boys, I gotta girl that needs tendin to. Don’t come searching for us.” Angel raised his left eyebrow wiggling it to the best of his ability. His boots scuttled as the chair legs screeched backwards. Angel leisurely rose from his seat chugging the rest of his whiskey. The liquor was bitter, malty, and burned in all the right places. With his nerves afire and his belly ablaze, Angel sought out the one thing that could calm and simultaneously bait him.

The rumblings of his brothers didn’t jog past him as he walked towards the empty storage room. The soft voice of Gilly made its way to him; “Fucking Reyes and Y/N. How the hell did he score her again?” Coco chimed in; “Cabrón con suerte.”

Ez watched from the bar top inspecting his brother’s hungry glare scouring the room for Y/N. To say he was jealous wouldn’t be his choice of words but there was something about his best friend and brother boning that provided a weird energy of comfort.  

“Avert your gaze, Prospect. That’s an order.” Angel raised his hand saluting him breaking into a fit of laughter. Ez merely nodded focusing his attention back to demeaning cleaning chores and collecting miscellaneous bottles. The older Reyes walked through the door in search of the hidden room approaching on his left. He so enjoyed these games especially when it included Y/N.

“Oh sweetheart, where ya hiding? Papi is getting impatient.” His questioning tone vibrated off the bare walls as Angel observed the nooks and crannies surrounding him.

���Querida, you’re being a damn tease…”

Out of the blue, Angel heard the teasing tone of his girlfriend; “Marco….”

“So, you want to play games, Y/N? Bring it on darling. Polo.”

His ears perked up as his arm hairs stood straight looking for identifiable clues. Angel whipped around hearing a broom clash against the cold concrete. Y/N shuffled covering her mouth in hopes of keeping her laughs muffled. Her heart was practically beating outside of her rib cage as his signature cologne invaded her nostrils. Ever so quietly, Angel instinctively sauntered obscenely silent towards a corner of the abandoned room.

Angel was swift on his feet jumping around the corner scaring the living shit out of Y/N; “Gotcha!”

Y/N jumped as Angel watched her eyes bulge in momentary fear; “Shit, Angel! Well, looks like you found me. Now time to claim your prize?”

“Don’t have to tell me twice, baby.” Angel’s grip on her smooth hips tightened gluing her between the wall and his frame. Y/N huffed pressing her breasts firmly against him in retaliation.

“Well now that I’ve got you exactly where I want you…what are you gonna do with me?” Angel nipped at her exposed cleavage moaning loudly.

“Jesus Angel. You’re driving me crazy.” With little vigor, Y/N’s hands shoved him giving her a sliver of distance. Grabbing by the collar of his pristine shirt, she pressed him into her former place. Immediately, Y/N reached for the bulky belt buckle currently blockading her path, pulling hard admiring it slipped through the loops. She kept one hand securely on his chest as the other dropped the offensive item to the ground.

“You’ve been very naughty Angel. I’m here to deliver your penance.” Her flirtatious manner was beginning to get the best of her, her patience was truly being tested. She sunk down to her knees staring up at his bashful brown eyes and quivering Adam’s apple. Contemplating every sinful thought riddling his thoughts Angel tried to find the words garbled in his throat. 

Her hands moved faster than his brain undoing the button of his jeans before Angel was graced with the delicious sound of a zipper lowering. A minor tug of his pants revealed his striped boxers as Y/N slipped beneath the pesky layer. Her doe eyes gawked towards him in a demanding yet submissive approach.

“Looks like you’re in for a treat, Reyes…Of course if you’re not interested, I bet I could find---”

“No more fucking around baby.” Y/N bobbed in innocent agreement; “As you wish.”

She enveloped his hard cock stroking him the entire length, squeezing just enough at the tip as a groan slipped from him. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve missed you.”

Y/N continued her perfected movements fondling his dick faster causing his breath to hitch.

“Damnit, baby! What’re you doin—?”

Before he could finish his sentence, Angel was engulfed in her heat, the warmth of her flawless mouth. Y/N sucked harder compelling Angel’s head knocking the white wall holding him.

“You are too good at that. Too fucking good.”

Drool oozed from the corner of her salacious mouth as Y/N hummed forcing the vibrations to take Angel to the next level of pleasure. She sucked him off like her life depended on it. He was a half second away from losing it when she deep throated him to her limit. The suction noise was enough to turn him on enormously, but watching his girl go full force was about to make him lose his load. Pre-cum leaked down her chin before Y/N made quick work of licking it away, tidying up her mess.

She proceeded to remove herself, popping her lips loudly in effect; “Mm hmm, two minutes and you’re a goner.”

Angel was stunned into submission at the attractive girl on her knees and it turned him on to no surmountable end. He guided her back to where he craved her most cleverly placing his hand on the back of her head. He hated controlling her mannerisms but strictly stayed in place for future guidance. Angel added the smallest of pressure as more of his length guided down her throat. So warm and welcoming, Angel had to think of literally anything else to stop himself from cumming. The lustful look, her hands locked behind his buttocks, it was all too much for a simple Mayan to take in.

“Ahh, ahh shit. If you get doin that, I’m gonna explode.”

So, Y/N kicked into overdrive taking him as deep as her body would allow. She loved watching his eyes roll into the back of his head and the part of his lips waiting to cry out. So close, Y/N knew he was teetering on the edge of a mind-blowing orgasm so she initiated into full force.

The squelching noises coming from Y/N sent Angel overboard. Y/N sloppily slurped vying with every energetic thrust. The ache within him involuntarily released driving Angel to cum ferociously into Y/N’s sweet, hot mouth. Ribbons of cum filtrated the back of her throat welcomingly.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck’ was the only explicit word in Angel’s mind as lustful chaos stormed throughout his body. Hot cum simmered down her throat as she so freely swallowed every gulp with dignified pleasure. She moaned around his length allowing his orgasm to linger. Angel lovingly held her in place as she sucked every last drop from the tip of his cock.

“God damn. God damn woman.”

Y/N’s fingers edged along the corners making sure to clean up any remnants remaining surveying Angel candidly. Y/N removed herself from the floor tucking him gently back into the folds of his boxers as his body turned to gelatin.

“You taste sweet. A hint of strawberry and pineapple?” Her devious tone enticed him wanting to bend her over and make her scream. But they’d been preoccupied for longer than anticipated. Angel knew he couldn’t fuck her quite yet but the night was young and the devilish grin on Y/N’s face told him he was in for a night of fucking and love making.

“Babe, that was fucking mind-blowing.” Angel cupped her cheeks kissing her excitedly. His cock twitched wishing to be buried inside Y/N but he knew better.

“Damnit, one hour and we’re out of here. Got it?”

“You don’t have to tell me twice, Reyes. I’m in dire need of an orgasm or two especially with my sexy as fuck Mayan to ride reverse cowgirl.”

“You have to idea what you’re askin for….”

Winking in Angel’s direction, Y/N knew precisely what she desired; “One hour or I’m starting without you.”

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First Date, Part 2: Dessert and Dancing

A/N: This is part 2 of my sequel to My Personal Superhero, and you can find part 1 here if you haven’t read that.

First Date, Part 2: Dessert and Dancing

The restaurant was nice, and during dinner we seemed to remember that we had in fact done this hundreds of times and started to relax into the evening, our normal easy chatter taking over as we picked food off of each other’s plates and lost ourselves in the atmosphere.

“So, how am I doing so far?” Sven asked as we were finishing our entrée’s.

“Well, so far you are doing very well. But I can’t help feeling like you have an unfair advantage over every other guy I have dated,” I smirked at him, reaching across the table for his hand, enjoying the way his thumb started to trace absently over my skin as our fingers tangled together.

“Well, it is not my fault that they didn’t take the time to get to know you the way that I do before asking you out. It may have taken us 25 years to get here, but I can honestly say there is no where I would rather be right now,” Sven replied as the waiter approached the table.

“Would you like to see a dessert menu or are you ready for the check?” he asked.

“I think we are ready for the check,” I answered quickly.

“Right away, Miss,” the waiter responded before turning back the way he had come.

I looked up and saw Sven staring at me with a look of confusion, “What?” I questioned.

“I have never known you to turn down dessert, is all. Are you feeling ok?” Sven asked.

“Yeah, about that…. So, you remember me saying I was really nervous about our date? Well, I sort of called Lars. Don’t worry, he didn’t give anything away, I just needed advice on what to wear. But when he answered the call the first thing he said was that he was not helping me because he had just finished going over every detail of the date with you, including the place you were going to take me if I wanted dessert after. He didn’t say where, but he made it seem that we were getting dessert somewhere else. I am now hoping that wasn’t the wrong assumption, because I really want dessert,” I admitted.

“Hm. Are you sure that was all that Lars said?” Sven inquired.

“Other than telling me that you really liked this top on me and threatening to tell the mothers if either of us goes to him for dating advice again? Nothing,” I confirmed.

“Really? He threatened to go to the moms?” he chuckled.

“Yeah, and I think he was pretty serious about it. He called me Abigail and he almost swore,” I informed him playfully. Our favorite past time has always been making fun of Lars for being the serious one when the three of us got together. In public, he was the mischievous twin, but behind closed doors he never tired of reminding us how much more mature he was since he was the oldest. And we never tired of reminding him that Sven is only 12 minutes younger than him and I am only an hour younger than Sven.

“Oh, well that does sound serious, if Grandpa Lars almost swore,” he agreed with a glint in his eye. “And, lucky for you, you assumed right. I am not going to tell you where yet, but we are going to get dessert elsewhere. Are you ready?” Sven asked as the waiter dropped off the check. Without breaking eye contact, Sven slipped a bill inside the black book and set it back on the table.

“Absolutely,” I agreed.

Once outside, I started to move toward the car, but Sven gently caught my hand in his, gently pulling me to a stop. “Where do you think you are going?” he asked, his eyebrow playfully arched at me.

“Are we not driving to get dessert?” I questioned, gesturing toward the parking lot.

“Not exactly. Feeling adventurous, Abs?” he challenged, a grin spreading across his face, pointing to the park that was behind the restaurant.

“Let’s go,” I agreed, twining my fingers with his.

“So, did you really ask Lars for advice on what to wear tonight?” Sven asked as we wandered, following a path through the park lit by trees wrapped in tiny twinkle lights, an edge of mirth in his tone.

“Hey, don’t make fun, I was nervous and had a fashion meltdown. It happens sometimes, as you know all too well. At least I have never gone to Marco Reus for fashion advice,” I ribbed lightly.

“Hey, that was one time and it was largely unsolicited. All I did was ask him where he got his tee shirt because I liked the color, and the next thing I know we are at the mall, my arms laden with clothes I will never wear and Marco won’t let me put any of it back. What was I supposed to do?” Sven questioned.

“I guess you have a point. Marco may have questionable fashion sense, but try telling him that,” I conceded.

“I was more thinking that I am going to have to thank Lars. I really do like that top on you,” he mentioned casually.

“Then I will be sure to make a note of that for the future,” I chuckled in response as we came to a junction in the path and I noticed two things in rapid succession. “What is going on here?”

“What are you talking about?” Sven asked a little too innocently.

“Only one of the paths is lined in lights, and I can hear music coming from the path that is lit up. Did you do this for me?” I inquired as we paused at the fork.

“Maybe,” he confirmed with a slight blush.

“This must have taken forever. Please tell me you at least had help doing this absolutely mad thing for one date,” I responded, knocking his shoulder lightly with mine.

“I can neither confirm nor deny, but I will say that if Weigl, Felix, or Pulisic seem a little cold toward you, it may have something to do with this,” Sven chuckled.

“Great job neither confirming nor denying,” I teased, before gesturing to the path that was lit up. “So, I guess we are supposed to go this way?”

“Only if you want dessert,” Sven smirked, waiting for me to pick a direction. His smile widened when I started to pull him down the brighter path.

Suddenly we rounded a corner and my breath caught in my throat. “Oh, Sven, this is wonderful,” I gasped.

There was a small clearing off of the path with a table set up for 2 with a bowl in the middle filled halfway with water and floating on top were candles and rosebuds, and on either side were 2 dome covered place settings. Soft music filled the area, but I couldn’t see where it was coming from, making it seem like the clearing naturally produced its own soundtrack. Along with the twinkle lights, there were several lanterns hanging from the trees, filling the area with a warm glow.

“And here I thought I was going a bit over the top. I am so glad you like it,” he confessed, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“No one has ever done anything like this for me before. It is perfect,” I whispered, settling into his arms.

“And I have never done anything like this before. But I wanted to give you something special, Abs,” he murmured in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Now,” he started a moment later, “we really should eat our dessert before it gets warm.” He walked over to my chair and pulled it out with a flourish. “Your table is ready, Madam,” he joked.

I sat down with a giggle that turned into a laugh when he removed the dome from my dish and revealed several scoops of ice cream. “I don’t know what I was expecting, but I am glad that it is ice cream. I know I said this before, but it just got more perfect. Now, what flavors did we get?” I asked, looking at his dish as he removed his own dome.

“Well, you have Strawberry, Rocky Road, Mint Chip, Raspberry, and Kiwi, and I have Chocolate, Vanilla, Stracciatella, Blueberry, and Pineapple. I figured we could share,” he shrugged.

“I take it back, it is not the night that is perfect, it is you. You are the perfect man, Manni. How did I never notice before?” I inquired as we picked up our spoons.

“I have never tried to impress you before,” he joked as we both took our first bite.

“Oh, that must be it. Holy crap, this is good, you need to try this,” I ordered, holding out my spoon out to him with a portion of Kiwi on it.

“Mmm, you are right. Here, the Pineapple is good too,” he offered, holding out his spoon.

“So,” I started as we were finishing the ice cream, “do you have anything else planned, or is this it?”

“Well, if you were patient, you would have found out that the music is just about to change and I may have requested our song,” Sven responded.

“We don’t have a song, Manni,” I pointed out.

“We don’t?” he asked with mock confusion as the music changed and a pop song started playing.

“Why is our song Never Had a Dream Come True?” I questioned as I recognized the track.

“Do you seriously not remember? Winter Formal, Junior year. My date was Sadie Ness; you went with Gerd something or other. They left with each other,” Sven prompted as he took my hand and led me to an empty area next to the table and started to slow dance with me.

“That is right, I can’t believe I forgot,” I chuckled, it all coming back to me suddenly. “It was during this song that they asked to change partners so they could talk and this is the only slow dance we have ever shared. How did you remember this?” I marveled as he led me around.

“I had actually forgotten about it too, but when I started running ideas by Lars I mentioned that I wanted a song for us, but since we haven’t really had many romantic moments in our history before 2 weeks ago, so I was coming up blank. He suggested this. I figured it was sexier than the Big Hero 6 soundtrack, even if that was what we had our first kiss to,” Sven chuckled.

“I can’t really fault you there. And the best part is we have a very long time to pick a new one, because no offense to Lars and his memory, this is not going to be our song. We will pick a new one together,” I insisted.

“Whatever you want Abs,” Sven promised with a bright smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“Hm, whatever I want? Do you mean it?” I asked as the song was coming to a close.

In response, he spun me around 3 times before dipping me. As he was bringing me back up, he spoke, “Yes, Abby, I mean it. I will gladly give you anything you want that I have to give. Probably some things that I don’t have too. Even before I knew why I have always wanted to see you happy. And now that I know why, and I know that you feel the same way, I will do anything to keep you by my side so that I get to be the man who makes you happy.”

His hand had migrated up to my cheek and was warming my skin with his touch, the little trails of fire following everywhere his skin came in contact with mine. I turned my head slightly so I could kiss his palm before saying, “Man, you are a geek. But I love you, too, Manni. So much.”

“You know, you are going to have to get used to this mushy crap and stop calling me a dork or a geek or an idiot when I try to express how I feel, because in case you haven’t noticed, I am trying my best to woo you and you seem intent on masking your feelings by calling me-” he started to say, but I cut him off by leaning up and kissing him on the mouth, his protest lost as he pulled me closer and deepened the kiss, one of his hands tangling in my hair while the other one anchored my hips to his.

“On the other hand,” he continued breathlessly as I moved my lips to his neck, “I have heard your counter argument and I think I am ok with your method of showing affection. You can call me whatever you want as long as you kiss me like that,” he moaned as I nipped his pulse gently.

“Glad to hear it,” I smirked as I moved back to his lips.

“Abby,” he started between kisses. “As much as I adore kissing you here, I think it is time we either stop or get a room, what do you say?”

“I say,” I started, moving up to his ear and purring, “I’ll race you to the car.”

His groan as I pulled his earlobe into my mouth vibrated all the way through me. I met his eyes as I pulled away and then I was off, running as fast as my feet could carry me back down the lighted path toward the restaurant, his steps pounding behind me.

A/N: I hope you liked it, be sure to click like if you did, and comment or reblog if you loved it. You can click here if you want to read any more of my fics. I will see you next week with the stand alone third part.