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spideystevie · 4 months ago

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bad for business

summary: steve’s good for your heart but he’s really bad for business word count: 4.5k a/n: me every time i post after being mia for months: who’s missed me! this was technically supposed to be inspired by bad for business by sabrina carpenter and then suddenly it wasn’t. not even sure there’s much of a plot but alas! also feel a little rusty at this right now, it’s been a while since i’ve really written anything but i’ve missed steve a crazy insane amount. love you, miss you, hope you all enjoy this <3

You’re late. You’re never late.

The bell above the door to Dottie’s jingles as you hurry inside. Your fingers work on muscle memory to tie your apron around your waist as you slide through the mismatched seating arrangements inside the diner to get to the back office.

You’re not sure if the way your stomach flips is from it being full of a single gulp of coffee or because it’s more than an hour past when you should’ve been here. The time punch on your card reads 9:07 am and your stomach lurches. Definitely not the coffee.

It’s a Sunday, arguably your busiest day in the diner and arguably the worst day for you to show up like this. No doubt Dottie has noticed but you’re hoping against hope that she didn’t. God, what are you going to tell her?

Sorry Dottie! My super hot, super charming boyfriend wouldn’t let me out of bed this morning! Won’t happen again!

Your face feels warm, like you’ve just spent an extensive amount of time in the sun in the middle of July. You knew you shouldn’t have stayed over last night, but you were so tired and Steve’s couch is way more comfier than yours. It really doesn’t help that his bed isn’t any different.

“Lots of traffic this morning?” you jump, notepad falling out of your hand. Susan starts to snicker as you drop down to pick it up. There’s a smirk on her face when you rise to full height. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail and her name tag is crooked on her apron. You’re not sure you’d consider Susan one of your closest friends but you find yourselves pulled together considering she’s the only other young person working here.

“Oh you know…,” your voice rises in pitch and you clear your throat, hitching one shoulder up to your ear in a shrug. “Sometimes you just hit every red.”

Susan’s eyes narrow. There’s only one working light on your usual route to work. Coming from Steve’s adds only two. Not to mention, you didn’t drive yourself today. Steve dropped you off, promising to pick you up at 4 on the dot when your shift ended. Susan pops her gum in her mouth, not convinced with your fib.

“Right.”

“Yeah. Now if you’ll excuse me, Cliff is waiting for me in his usual booth,” you hurry past before she can ask you anything incriminatory. You hear Dottie before you see her, on your way to grab the coffee pot.

“You feeling okay, sweetie? You’re normally here right on the dot. An hour isn’t like you.”

Dottie’s older than most and she’s been running the diner outside Hawkins for a whopping 30 years now. She hangs out behind the counter and loves to chat with the regulars and get to know those just passing through. With rosy cheeks and gray streaked hair almost always pulled out of her face in a bun, she’s almost like another mom with how long you’ve been working here.

You snag the excuse she basically throws you out of the air.

“Had a bit of a rough night, but I’m feeling a lot better now, Dot. Didn’t realize I had overslept until I heard the birds chirping outside. It won’t happen again,” you say.

You didn’t oversleep actually. Whatever natural circadian clock inside of you wakes you up at almost the same time every workday but Steve can be quite convincing when he wants to be. Your heart does a little sigh of his name. Steve. You swallow and try to blink away the image of him.

Dottie gives you a sympathetic smile with a concerned tilt of the head, taking your flustered mannerisms and the way you wipe your palms against the sides of your jeans as lingering symptoms of whatever she thinks ailed you last night. She squeezes your bicep, the press of her mixed metal rings cool against your skin.

“Take it easy today, okay? You let me know if you need anything.”

“Course, Dottie. Thank you,” you give her a smile and grab the coffee pot.

Cliff sits at the same spot every morning. A little booth along the window wall, three down from the door to the diner. He looks a bit rough around the edges, his coat well loved and worn and his hands weathered from years of hard work. He’s worn the same baseball cap every time you’ve seen him and he’s always got a copy of the morning paper open and propped in front of his face.

He spots you out of the corner of his eye and scoots his empty mug closer to the table’s edge. You smile and pour the coffee, leaving enough room for his two packets of Sweet ‘n’ Low to be stirred in.

“Anything new this morning, Cliff?”

You’ve only known Cliff on his own, but you know he used to come with his late wife Winnie for coffee every morning before she passed. He’d summarize the big news and events and she’d do the crosswords on the back. Now, you let him summarize to you and he leaves the paper on the table for you. You do the crosswords on your break.

“Same old, same old. They’re thinking about rebuilding the mall that burned down in Hawkins a few summers ago. You hear anything about that?” He sets the paper down to the right of his coffee mug and grabs two pink packets of sweetener. You watch him tear the paper and pour them in. When he looks at you, you shake your head.

“First time I’m hearing of it. My boyfriend used to work there before it…you know,” you mention, unable to stop the morsel of information from slipping out. A twinkle sparks in Cliff’s eye, a small smile on his face as he diverts his attention back to his mug. The spoon he’s stirring with clinks against the coffee stained ceramic walls.

“Are you ever gonna bring this boyfriend of yours around here so I can actually see that he’s real?” He’s teasing, tapping the handle of the spoon against the rim of the mug and setting it in the gap between the coffee and the newspaper. You roll your eyes but a smile lifts your cheeks.

“I don’t know if that’d be too good for business around here,” you joke.

“And was he the reason you were late giving me my coffee this morning?” He's quick to cover his smirk with the coffee mug as he takes a sip. Your mouth falls agape and you fluster, shaking your head and laughing shakily.

“Ha ha, very funny, Cliff. No, he was not. There was traffic!” Cliff makes a face at this and you don’t blame him. Has the traffic excuse ever worked for living in a small town, you wonder. “And I had a rough night and accidentally overslept, is all.”

He grabs his morning paper again and opens it up. “Whatever you say, sweetheart.”

The rest of the morning starts to fly by in a blur. You recite your favorites off the menu to a couple passing through from Chicago. Refill Cliff’s coffee twice, each time dodging whatever he tries to insinuate about your tardiness this morning. Sneak an extra pancake onto little Sofie’s plate with a wink. The early morning breakfast rush blows through and things start to quiet down.

You’re wiping down the table adjacent to Cliff’s booth. His mug is empty and he’s left the paper for you like usual. The bell rings as he opens the door to leave.

“See you tomorrow, Cliff!” you call after him and he raises a hand in a wave as he walks through the door, thanking the young man that holds it for him.

You have to do a double take as you swipe the paper off the table. It’s not just any young man in passing holding the door, no it’s Steve coming inside Dottie’s. It’s Steve standing at the entrance in his usual Levi’s and a white tee with sleeves that seem to strain around his biceps with windswept hair and a bright smile when he sees you.

There goes your heart again with the sigh of his name. Steve. Though maybe this time you think it was your voice instead, airy and soft. You can’t believe he’s here. It’s nowhere near 4’o’clock. You’re aware of Dottie’s eyes on you behind the counter and Susan’s from across the diner and nearly every regular scattered about as well.

Your knees wobble at the sight of him, the disbelief fading away and giddy smile falling into place as he meets you next to Cliff’s booth. Cliff, who’s standing outside the diner and staring and you worry he might come back inside to hound you and insist you introduce him, but he doesn’t.

Steve wraps an arm around your waist, fingers hot against the side of your stomach through the layers of your apron and shirt, and dips to press a kiss to your cheek in greeting. There’s a rush of a swoon that goes down to your toes, the bulk of it getting stuck in your abdomen and swirling like crazy.

You’re in the middle of a greasy old diner but Steve’s somehow tucked you away from prying eyes and into your own little safety bubble. He’ll be the death of you one day. Your heart’ll just keep expanding until it can’t fit inside your ribcage anymore and has no choice but to explode from adoration and kill you.

“What are you doing here?” you wonder aloud, eyes scanning all around his face, taking in every freckle and crinkle and mole. You pause for a minute on his lips and then you blink and find his eyes. He’s smiling at you, in a way that tells you he caught that and you feel struck by that feeling of being caught in the July sun again. He looks around the diner and everyone’s attention goes back to what they were doing before.

“Thought I’d surprise you! Also, it’s supposed to rain later and you didn’t take a jacket so I brought you one.”

Only then do you notice the gray fabric in his other hand and your heart twists and flips and oh god, you think this might be the moment it explodes. He presses it into your hands, the newspaper crinkling against it.

“What’s that?” he asks as you go to thank him. Your brow cinches for a minute before it smooths in comprehension.

“Oh! Cliff,” you point towards the door he’d just walked through, “one of the regulars, leaves the paper behind for me every morning so I can do the crosswords. A little tradition we’ve got going on.”

“A tradition? Should I be concerned?” He jokes and you laugh.

“Oh, definitely. Cliff’s your biggest competition,” you throw back and now it’s his turn to laugh. A glittering light fills your chest. You glance over to where Dottie is engaged in conversation with a middle aged woman just passing through. She can’t hear you from this far but you drop your voice nonetheless. “No but, he did give me a bit of a hard time about his coffee being almost an hour late this morning.”

At your pointed look and sly smile, Steve winces, fingers pressing a quick squeeze against your side. An embarrassed blush blooms on his cheeks, bridging across his nose. “Right. Sorry.”

“Forgiven,” you lean up to press the quickest flash of a kiss to his cheek. You wrap your arms around the newspaper and jacket, holding them to your chest. “Do you wanna sit for a minute? I can get you some coffee? Although be warned, Dottie might come up and talk to you.”

His arm drops from around your waist and he nods. “Yeah. Yeah, coffee sounds great.”

You smile and motion him into Cliff’s booth. When he sits, he insists on holding onto the jacket and newspaper for you and you let him. He watches you take Cliff’s mug away and walk to Dottie behind the counter to get him a fresh one.

Dottie bumps her hip with yours as you pass and you give her a look. The pot’s nearly empty and you wait the few minutes it takes for it to fill, eyes catching on Steve while you wait. He’s stopped staring and has instead taken interest in the comics in the paper.

“He’s handsome,” Dottie’s voice snaps you back into your senses. You glance at her and she’s got a special look in her eyes to match the smile on her face. You check the coffee pot that’s filling up quicker than normal. But your focus drifts back over to Steve, who senses your gaze and looks over to you and flashes a big grin.

“Yeah,” you sigh, “he is.”

Dottie looks between the two of you and then takes a look around the diner. It’s not the usual Sunday hustle and bustle, post early breakfast rush and the impending rain could be the indicator for that. She's got Susan and Judy’ll be coming in any minute now and Pam right after at 12. When she looks back at you, you’re watching the last few drops of coffee fall into the pot.

“Take the rest of the day,” Dottie says. Your eyes snap up to meet hers over the coffee pot between you.

“What?”

“Go sit and have coffee with that boy of yours and then go home,” it doesn’t sound like a suggestion, more like an order but you look around the diner and hesitate.

“Dottie, it's Sunday. I can’t just leave this early on our busiest day of the week.”

“There’ll be other Sundays busier than this one. And you need your rest after the night you had. We’ll be okay, now go,” she pushes. You bite back a smile as you relent, kissing Dottie on the cheek as you pass with the full coffee pot and two mugs gripped tightly in your other hand. She shakes her head watching you cross back to the third booth from the door.

Steve lights up when you enter his line of sight but his brow furrows at the two mugs held in your left hand. You set them on the table and fill them both with the fresh coffee before setting the pot down on the table. He watches you slide into the empty spot in front of him. The same place you assume Winnie occupied when she’d come here with Cliff.

“Dottie’s letting me off early,” you say, grabbing an almost obscene amount of Sweet ‘n’ Low packets and dumping them into your mug. “Can you hand me a creamer?”

Steve finds himself staring at you, doctoring your diner coffee to how you like it, hearts for eyes and a wistful smile taking permanent residency on his face. When he doesn’t hand you the creamer right away, you look up, only a little confused but mostly amused at the blatant and overwhelming display of admiration across his features.

“Steve?”

He blinks in quick succession and clumsily reaches for a creamer while you giggle and god, it’s killing him that he hasn’t kissed you right yet since he’s been here. You hold out your hand and he sets the mini pod on your palm, your fingers brushing his as they enclose around it with a thank you.

He watches you finish stirring in the creamer, the coffee in your cup now a light shade of brown. You take a sip, both palms wrapped around the mug and your eyes on his when you set it down on the table.

“You look nice,” you say, eyes dropping down to the simple white tee he’s wearing. When you look back up at his face, his smile is cheeky and his cheeks are flushed. It takes an incredible amount of self restraint not to kiss him across the table.

“Yeah? The plain white tee is really doing it for you?” he leans closer over the table, voice dropped just the slightest bit. You mirror his movement almost like there’s a magnet pulling the two of you together. Steve pulls one of your hands into his, weaving your fingers together across the table.

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” there’s a flirtatious thrum in your voice that makes Steve grin. His mouth opens to respond, another silly flirty quip back when Dottie appears at the side of the table.

“You kids want anything to eat?”

The sound of her voice sends Steve jumping back against his seat, like he’s 15 and getting caught doing something he shouldn’t be. You lean back slowly, amusement clear on your face and a question in your eyes. Do you?

Steve looks from you and up to Dottie who watches with a knowing gleam in her eye. He starts to shake his head but then his eyes fall back to you and he’s repeating the question to you with his eyes. You consider it for a second and then shake your head slightly which Steve repeats to Dottie.

“No, we’re alright, thanks,” he says and Dottie nods. She grabs the coffee pot but doesn’t move.

“Heard a lot about you…” she trails off and Steve’s eyes widen just a tad.

“Oh! Steve. Harrington. Steve Harrington,” he fills in the blank for her, even reaching out his hand for her to shake.

“Dottie. She talks a lot about you, Steve. Sometimes I don’t even think she realizes she’s doing it.”

You try to cover your face with your one free hand and groan, “Dottie.”

Steve lets out a small laugh and squeezes your hand, always finding it endearing to see you flustered. You slowly move your hand away, to which Steve gives you a quick wink which only makes you want to hide away again like you’re 16 with a crush.

Dottie pulls him into an easy conversation. How is Hawkins? Where’d you both meet? And: Do you have a job? I expect only the best for my girl here, you know. And: you’ll have to come back and have something more than just coffee next time.

By the time she’s finished and gone off to engage with the newest patron in the diner, your coffee’s finished and Steve’s has gone cold. You watch Dottie walk off and when you look back, Steve’s staring at you, soft and kind. His gaze makes you squirm.

“I like her,” he says.

“Uh oh, do I have to worry about having competition now?” you joke and Steve shakes his head with a laugh.

“You don’t have to worry about anyone else, you’re the only one for me,” he confesses, rubbing his thumb against your hand. There’s that feeling like your heart might explode again with a sigh of his name, Steve. Though this time, you’re positive you’ve said it outloud.

“Steve,” you tilt your head, voice soft. He lifts your hand to kiss your knuckles and if you don’t kiss him in the next minute, you’re going to have a problem. As if he can sense it, Steve sticks a five on the table and grabs the jacket he’d brought for you as well as Cliff’s leftover newspaper.

He holds his hand out to you to help you out of your side of the booth and you take it, his palm soft against yours. You make it to the door and then pause.

“Oh! Gotta grab my bag from the back,” you lean up to press a kiss against his cheek. “Meet you at the car?”

Steve nods, squeezing your hip briefly. He watches until you’ve disappeared into the back office before he walks out to his car. You come out not even a minute later, apron off and over your arm and bag hanging off your shoulder. There’s a slight skip in your step.

The air smells like rain, an earthy petrichor that makes things somehow feel lighter. Steve’s leaning against the passenger side, the door already open and waiting for you. When you’re close enough, he hooks a finger through your bag strap to pull it off your shoulder. It gets caught on the crook of your elbow when you reach up to cup his cheeks with your hands.

He’s confused for the briefest of seconds and then your lips are on his and he forgets about the bag on your shoulder. His hands fall to your hips, one of his arms wrapping tight around your waist. Something inside both of you is cheering, finally.

You don’t think you’ll ever tire of kissing Steve. Both of you fit perfectly into the empty spots of each other, as if you were carved from the same stone upon creation. It’s a kiss almost far too explicit for outside Dottie’s diner midmorning on a Sunday but you can’t bring yourself to care. That is, until you need to come up for air.

You pull back, Steve chasing your lips and winning. You’re almost smiling too much now for it to work, your hands sliding from his cheeks to the sides of his neck. This time, he pulls away and your chests rise and fall in sync.

“Been needing to do that since you first walked inside,” you breathe out and Steve lets out a laugh that you can feel reverberate through you. He kisses you again, quick and soft and his hand moves to take your bag off your shoulder again.

“And why didn’t you?” he jests, stepping back enough for you to get into his car. One of your hands rests on the top of it, the other hanging loose at your side. Steve wishes he had a camera on him just to capture you in that moment with the sun hitting you in just the right way, playful adoration in your eyes.

“Because,” you shrug, stooping to get inside the car, holding a hand out for your bag when you’re situated. Steve passes it over and closes your door, jogging around the front of the car to get in the driver’s seat.

“Because…?” he pries, sticking the key in the ignition but not yet turning it. You’re pulling your seatbelt across your chest, turning your head to smile at him as you click the buckle into place.

“Because Dottie might’ve gotten suspicious as to why I was so late this morning,” another pointed look his way and Steve shakes his head, turning the engine over and quickly buckling in his seatbelt. He shifts into reverse, checking his rearview mirror and then slinging his arm across the back of your seat.

It’s like a feast for your eyes. The stretch of his arm, a long expanse of muscle right by your head that carries a strong whiff of his cologne. The swift, smooth, one handed feel on the wheel. You’re staring unabashed, only getting knocked out of your reverie when he responds.

“I’m never living this down.”

He glances at you, his arm dropping from your seat to shift into drive. You lean your head against the headrest and shake it with a smile.

“So what was your excuse then? For being late?”

He pulls onto the street to take you back towards Hawkins, his right hand leaving the wheel and dropping to find your hand. You take the liberty of slotting your fingers into the spaces between his.

“Oh you know. Rough night being sick. Oversleeping. Like something out of Steve Harrington’s playbook for getting out of work,” you tease. He scoffs, sparing you a quick amused glance. You lift your hands to your lips in response, your smile hiding behind the kiss you press to his knuckles.

“And did it work? Did she buy it?”

“Oh, of course. Why do you think she let me off so early?”

Steve looks over at you again and sees the slight smirk on your face. He shakes his head with a slight laugh.

“Wow, you’ve been hanging around me too long. I’m rubbing off on you.”

“Like that’s such a bad thing,” you roll your eyes, turning your head so your cheek rests against the leather of the headrest. A gooey softness melts into your gaze. “You’re one of the best people I know.”

Steve smiles, his cheeks blooming with a slight twinge of pink. He doesn’t say anything, just takes his turn lifting your joined hands to his lips to litter kisses along your knuckles. Your heart goes mushy, such has been the case since you started dating Steve. The mush liquefies, seeping through your body with a shiver when you notice the picture he’s got propped on his dash.

He’s had to have just added it recently. A grainy film capture of the two of you, you think Max must’ve taken it if you remember correctly but you haven’t seen it before. You’re both leaning against the hood of his car, Steve’s arm around your shoulders and your hand lifted to hold his hand that hangs there. A big toothy grin is spread across your face, your head tilted slightly against Steve’s shoulder. Steve’s not looking at the camera though, he’s looking at you with a lopsided smile, adoration spilling out of him clear as day.

“When did you add that?” you ask, pointing at the picture with your free hand. Steve glances down at it and immediately breaks into a smile.

“Just the other day. Surprised it’s taken you so long to notice it,” he replies, looking over at you and then back at the road. You’re about to ask if you can somehow get a copy of your own when he says, “I have a copy for you at home, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get it before you go back to your place.”

You smile at him, one that’s soft around the edges, a perfect mirror of how you feel. It feels so wonderful to be known and seen by somebody the way Steve knows and sees you. Making sure to get two prints of that picture of you. Bringing a jacket to work for you for the rain that doesn’t arrive until that afternoon as you’re about to leave his house to go back to yours.

He uses it as an excuse to keep you with him for another night, something you weakly protest against because the roads aren’t completely slick yet and you can get home just fine. But he insists, his eyes round and pleading and really you can’t deny that you’d rather stay with him anyway.

Even if it means you’re tired again in the morning and rushing to work. You think being with Steve is a worthy price to pay, you never thought you’d be so glad to be so tired.

And, at least you’re not late this time.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #📝: a writes!

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hamiltonaf · 9 months ago

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Can you do one with Kylian being very jealous of yn all the time and every time she talks to a guy friend he gets mad and makes a big fuss about it and yn gets tired of him and wants to leave him but then he gets upset and begs for forgiveness but she is so tired of his bullshit and want to take a break from the relationship but after 1-2 months they get back together and he got jealous again so she wants to know why he is like that and it turned out that his ex girlfriend cheated on him multiple times so he had trust issues and she assured him that she wasn’t going to do the same thing

Trust Issues | Kylian Mbappé

Pairing: Kylian Mbappé x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: Minor angst

A/N: Hii loves ! I’m finally back. Apologies for being MIA, I had a lot going on, plus I had writers block. I’m sorry in advance if the end is disappointing - I honestly feel like I forgot how to write lol. If you’ve sent a request before, please note that I’m working on it. Anywho, enjoy .xoxo

Never thought I’d come to a point in life where I had to cut off all my guy friends for Kylian’s sake. I’ve told myself in the past that if I had to face that in a relationship then I’m walking out. Mentally I’m playing hangman with Kylian’s name.

I love Kylian, I really do, it’s also cute at times to see him get jealous but when it comes to a point when he tells me that I need to stop talking to my guy friend then I don’t vibe with that. He’s basically saying that he doesn’t trust me.

We’ve fought, he apologised, I looked past it for us to move on, but he just crossed the line.

I went out for a friend’s birthday dinner, Kylian decided to stay back and chill at home, though he promised he would pick me up after. The birthday dinner felt like a reunion as some of us were seeing each other after years, it was great catching up with everyone, especially Daniel. Him and I were really close growing up as our parents were good friends, but since I moved and was with Kylian I rarely attended gatherings.

It was getting quite late and Kylian was delayed, I didn’t bother rushing him since Daniel was accompanying me and we were just catching up on lost time. We were stood outside the restaurant, dinner had just ended, some had left and others were in their own conversations. “So how are things going? What have you been up to ?” Daniel eagerly asked. “Well, I’m in my final year of studying so it’s been a bit much but I’m coping. How are things going for you ?” I replied. “Life is great. Can’t complain” he smiled proudly. “Still running your parent’s empire I suppose” I smiled. “Nothing has changed” he grinned.

“Good for you Dan. You’re living the dream” I half laughed. “I’m living the dream ?” He scoffed. “Yeah of course ! You’re travelling literally every other month, flying first class and living the good life” I said. “Yeah but you’re the one dating the football player !” He stated. “Speaking of him, let me just check how far he is” I paused to check my phone if perhaps Kylian called or messaged. Nothing.

Just as I locked my phone, my head turned when I heard a car rev in the distance, he’s here. “Oh look. There he is” I said as both of our heads snapped to Kylian pulling up beside us. Daniel leaned towards the car as Kylian rolled down the window, “Hey man, I’m Daniel” he introduced himself. “Nice to meet you. I’m Kylian” Kylian shook his hand. “Heard a lot about you. We should meet up soon, I’ll message (Y/N)” Daniel suggested. “Yeah sure” Kylian said lastly. “Take care bro” Daniel said before pulling me in for a hug. “Bye Dan. Until next time” I murmured. “Until then. Ciao” he said as his hand rubbed my back before breaking away from our hug.

I got into the car and immediately I could feel the tension in the air. “Hi baby” I smiled as I leaned in to kiss his cheek. He didn’t say anything or react, he just remained stiff. I knew what was coming and I wasn’t ready to face the drama for the umpteenth time. Choosing not to say anything in the car until we got home was the best decision. The second the door shut, he didn’t surprised me by being the one to bring it up. “What was that ?” He raised his voice. “What was what ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Who even was that Daniel guy ? I was there for only a minute and I could see the way he was looking at you. You both seemed to enjoy that hug a little too much” he said. I scoffed, “Are you being serious right now ?”

“Do I look like I’m joking ?” He yelled annoyed. “You have honestly lost it !” I yelled as I turned my back on him and stormed towards our room. “(Y/N) I’m talking to you !” He yelled for me as he followed me to the room. “How the hell can you say we enjoyed that hug a little too much. Are you trying to call me a cheater ?” I raised my voice as I turned around to face him. “You’re just putting words into my mouth. My point is that if another person had seen you both together, they would think you’re a couple. I don’t want you seeing him again” he said.

“You know what Kylian ? I’m done” I huffed. “What do you mean done ?” He asked baffled. “I mean that I can’t do this anymore. I can’t continue being in a relationship where my own boyfriend doesn’t even trust me or allows me to talk to other guy friends of mine without assuming I’m cheating. I’m living a lie by staying in this relationship. Go find yourself a girlfriend that you can control because I’m not that girl” I said before getting a bag and packing it with my belongings.

“Babe please don’t do this. I swear I’m not trying to control you. I’ll admit that I got jealous, okay ? But please don’t go. I love you so much, what will I do without you ?” he pleaded and tried to stop me from packing but I continued.

“No Kylian ! Today you literally crossed the line, I couldn’t care so much for the other guys you said I need to stop talking to, but the fact that Daniel and I go way back and now you want me to cut off our friendship ? He’s basically apart of my family because his parents and my parents are friends. Kylian…I’m so tired honestly of us going back and forth. It just bothers me that Daniel attempted to be your friend in that minute you met but instead you ignore all of that and insinuate that I cheated ? Get some help because I need a break from your shit…this has gone past jealousy” I said in anger, I didn’t have it in me to cry.

“(Y/N) please. I’ll change okay ? I’ll do better. But please don’t go. Please give me another chance” he begged. “Kylian I gave you way too many chances. I can’t believe how long I’ve dealt with this and didn’t leave sooner” I said as I zipped up my bag. “So that’s it ? You’re just going to throw away a 2 year relationship ?” He asked. “All I know right now is that we need space away from each other. I love you Kylian, I do, but I think it’s best for the both of us” I pressed my lips together as I threw my bag over my shoulder. “So we’re over ?” He asked teary eyed. “I- please don’t make this harder than it already is” my voice cracked as I looked up in hopes that my tears would disappear.

“Babe you can’t give up on us. We’re meant for each other” he said as he grabbed my hands and rubbed small circles at the back of them. “Kylian, consider this a break rather than a break up. We can both wisely use this time to focus on ourselves…if we’re meant to be, we’ll find our way back to each other.”

Those were the last words I’ve said to him face-to-face. I left that night and ended up staying at my parent’s house. They were surprised to see me and were quick to ask where Kylian was, I just lied that he’s travelling for an away game. 2 weeks of staying with my parents raised suspicion and they figured out that something was wrong, my mom especially. I told my mom exactly what happened and luckily she took the hint to not talk about it.

Not a day passed that I didn’t receive a message from Kylian. Countless ‘I love you’ and ‘I miss you’ flooded my phone daily, it wasn’t easy taking this time to focus on myself when he was on my mind all day. Whilst making his message clear, he indirectly would ask for us to talk it out and as much as it hurts, I refused. No point in us getting back together if he’s going to go back to square one.

After about a week, I caved in and started replying back to his messages. Eventually easing in to phone calls and FaceTimes. It’s been 3 weeks since that day I called on a break, today I decided it’s time to meet and talk things out.

He seemed sincere and genuine when we met, of course I couldn’t help but give him another chance. We were meeting for one week as if we were in love all over again and after that one week, we’re back together.

Daniel was in town and he wanted to meet up, I happily accepted his lunch invite and was looking forward to rekindling our friendship. Kylian was at training so I thought I’d get ready in the meantime until he was back.

“Ma chérie !” He called as he entered. “In the room, Ky !” I yelled. He came into the room and whistled behind me. “You look beautiful” he said as he placed a kiss on my neck. “Thank you babe” I blushed. “Where are you going ?” He asked as he walked over to sit at the edge of the bed. “I’m going out for lunch with Daniel” I said casually. “Wait, what !” He asked as he stood up. “Why ? I thought we agreed that you wouldn’t see him ?” He said as he changed his tone. I dropped my mascara on the counter and stood up, “Are you back to this nonsense where I can’t have guy friends ?” I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest.

“Do you not know how the story goes about childhood guy friends falling for their girl friends ?” He stood up to stand arms length away from me. “No, Kylian ! That’s not how the story goes. Do you not know it takes two people to be in love which hello ? I’m obviously not.” I said as I started to grow angry. “(Y/N), you don’t know how a guys mind works” he said as he shut his eyes for a second. “Before I walk out of this relationship one more time, could you care to explain your reasoning behind why I can’t have guy friends ?” I raised a brow. His face softened when he heard me mention walking out.

“Babe please no . I’m sorry” he rushed over to me to hold my hands in his. I pulled my hands away from his grip, “Explain Kylian…I can’t continue entertaining this.” He sighed and dropped his head before mustering up the courage. “I have trust issues because of my ex” he admitted. I was shocked. “Well, what happened ?” I asked curiously.

“I trusted her and was never one to question anything she did until I found out she cheated on me with those guys she called her friends. Soo…I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and assuming the worst, I was heartbroken and felt betrayed. It’s been hard for me to accept having trust. It’s not you babe, I promise I trust you, I just fear that your guy friends will convince you to leave me and walk away from our relationship. I can’t bare losing you, not again after the break” he said as he got emo. “Aww Ky” I pouted as I pulled him in for a hug. We never left each others embrace for a few minutes until Kylian broke away to kiss my forehead.

“I’m glad I got that off my chest. You deserved to know. I love you so much and I’m sorry for my behaviour. I’m trying to be a better boyfriend for you after our break so please be patient with me” he pouted. “I get it now. Thank you for being honest babe” I gave him a quick peck on his lips. “You can go out with Daniel, I won’t stop you any longer” he sighed. “Look, as your girlfriend, I want to help you through this. Remember Daniel suggested you guys going out ? Well why don’t you join us, I’ll send him a message and I’m sure he wouldn’t mind. That way you have an idea of what Daniel is like and you have a peace of mind. Also, it’s not just about trusting Daniel, I would like if you and Daniel could be friends. I mean the man is practically family” I half laughed before sending a message to Daniel. “Shame I feel bad now for hating on the guy” he sighed. “Well what he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him” I winked then sent the message.

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 4 months ago

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Always There

Note: I know I’ve been MIA for a while but the “writer block” bug bit me good. Anyways, hope I can apologize better with this Gibbs Prompt!

Prompt: Gibbs has a panic attack after hearing old military footage.

"Tony, knock it off, you're gonna make me drop it and then we're all gonna be in trouble," you warned the overly excited agent as he made grandous hand motions near the tray of coffees you had.

"Oh come on, Y/N. I know you're just as excited as me. You're the biggest crime noir movie nerd I know."

You just smiled at his theatrics as the both of you exited the elevators and walked towards the bullpen, where the rest of the team was waiting.

"Tony been talking your ear off about the new Gregory Haines film?" McGee asked as you handed over his coffee with an eyeroll.

"You have no idea. It took him 10 minutes just to order his coffee because he was busy talking about the trailer with the barista."

You handed Bishop her loaded breakfast bagel and latte before finishing with Gibbs' tall black coffee. He was quietly engrossed in whatever case file was on his desk, barley looking up to greet you. It was unusual of him since you two were kind of a thing now. Of course no one knew about it, but for the last 3 months or so, you and Gibbs had been going on late night dates and hanging out at each others houses, occasionally sleeping together.

You blamed his distant behavior on keeping a professional cover with you so as not to arise any suspicion from the team, but kept a reminder in your head to ask him about it later.

"But she just can't help going back to him, totally oblivious to the fact that he's actually the town murderer-

"DiNozzo. Are you able to focus today?" Gibbs inquired in irritation, irrupting Tony's lengthy synopsis to Bishop. His tone was a bit more gruff than usual, even throwing Tony off a bit.

"Uh, yeah. Sorry boss. Back to work."

As Tony took his seat at his desk, McGee pulled up a picture of a very obvious decomposed body being pulled from the water. "Master Sargent Gantry, was found by local police, washed up on the shore 2 days ago. Shot in the head, the county's ME determined the cause of death to be a suicide after tracing the trajectory of the bullet and the linking it to the Master Sargent's missing sidearm that the police found when doing a sweep of the lake." Using the clicker, he changed the screen so that it showed a picture of a plastic bag filled with what looked like letters and a personal recording device. "Unfortunately, a couple days later, they also found this vacuum sealed bag containing letters to the Master Sargent and a recording of an unidentified male admitting to friendly fire during a firefight back in Iraq of 1991."

"1991? Wasn't that-

Before Bishop could finish whatever historical fact she had in mind, she was interrupted by Gibbs.

"Operation Desert Storm."

All of you turned to look at him as he stood up from his desk, coffee in his hand.

"DiNozzo and McGee, I want you two getting all the information you can from Master Sargent Gentry's time in the Marine Corps. Find out if anyone had any problems with him that would suggest motive. Bishop, I want all the records pulled from the ME that did Gentry's autopsy, talk with Ducky and Palmer. Y/N, you're with me. Abby and Sloan are going over the recording found with our victims body."

No one dared asked any follow up questions as all the clues were adding up. His more than usual grumpiness, the distant look in his eyes. You all knew Gibbs served in Desert Storm so seeing what looked like a fragging on a superior officer and possible friend, would definitely offput him.

You caught up to him as he entered the elevator, destined to the lab. It was quiet for a few seconds before you decided to speak.

"You ok?

He just nodded, but didn't speak further on it. Once the doors opened, you were following behind as he entered Abby's lab, where Sloan was already waiting. She looked just as worried as you felt.

"Whadya got Abbs?"

"Ok, so luckily for us, the letters and recording were vacuum sealed in a plastic bag, preserving them perfectly. The letter don't give any names or clues as to who wrote them but when I listened on the recording, I found something."

Gibbs nodded to her, to which she turned to her computer and clicked a button, immediately filling the lab with loud sounds of machine guns firing. It was the only time you had ever seen Gibbs visibly flinch. As you all listened to the audio clearly describing a firefight with enemy forces, you noticed the change in Gibbs' demeanor. He seemed to stand rigid as his free hand slowly closed itself in a fist, while the other adjusted holding his coffee in almost a nervous manner.

Are they coming from the south side or not?!

Who's got eyes on that treeline?!

The sounds of bullets ricocheting off of metal could be heard as a couple of men cursed before returning fire.

Check your fire Watts!

Did I hit him?! Tell me I didn't hit him Sarge! Is he moving?!

You could see the hard swallow come from Gibbs as he turned towards the exit, glancing quickly over you before looking away. In that split second, you identified exactly what he was feeling. Panic.

"That's enough Abby," you spoke, making her quickly stop the recording in concern. You looked over at Sloan who was also know focused on Gibbs.

"You alright Gibbs?" she asked tentatively.

He cleared his throat and nodded before heading to leave. "Send the recording to DiNozzo and McGee. Have them identify the voices."

As he walked out, he threw his full cup of coffee away in the trash, confirming that something wasn't right. As Sloan made an attempt to follow him, you stopped her.

"I got it. You stay with Abby."

He had almost managed to escape you through the elevators but you threw your arm in between the doors, causing them to open back up as you slipped in.

As the elevator began it's accent, you watched as Gibbs leaned his head back against the wall, eyes shut, and began breathing a bit heavier than before. Knowing, he would never want anyone to see him like this, you hit the emergency stop button and went over to him.

"Gibbs. It's me, y/n. Can you hear me?"

He didn't answer, but instead turned to face the wall, hands gripping the railing till his knuckles were white. You knew at this point, he was fully immersed in a panic attack and couldn't talk. He was now breathing through his mouth, eyes still shut and you knew if you didn't so something, he was gonna start hyperventilating.

So you squeezed yourself underneath his arms so that it was you between him and the wall and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his head down to hear you.

"Jethro, it's me. You're having a panic attack and I need you to slow your breathing for me, alright?"

He shook his head in defiance as his jaw clenched and unclenched.

"Just listen to me. Listen to my voice. You're here with me. We're in the elevator, no one else is here."

You were surprised when he used one arm to wrap around your waist, squeezing you tightly, as the other stayed gripped to the railing.

"I- I can hear them-

Your heart broke at the sound of his voice. He sounded defeated and almost scared, causing you to hold him tighter. Still, you whispered the same words over again, hoping to bring him out of the obvious memory he was reliving.

"You're not there anymore. It's over, you're here now. With me. In the elevator. Bishop is down in the bullpen. Ducky and Palmer are in autopsy. Vance is in his office."

You recited everything to him, describing all the details.

"Just breath with me Jethro. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Keep doing that."

You practiced normal breathing with him until you finally felt some of his body relax. His other hand eventually let go of the railing and joined his other arm to wrap around you. His grip was still tight and his face was buried in the crook of your neck but his breathing was a lot better. Now you began to feel his body start trembling as all the adrenaline was slowly finding ways to leave him.

You knew the worst of it was over and you didn't need to talk anymore, but just hold him and stay with him until he was back in control. You ran your fingers through his hair in the same motion over and over again while making sure to take in deep breaths.

Once you felt his grip loosen and take a step back, you wiped your own tears that had fallen and smiled gently up at him. He quickly wiped his eyes and cleared his throat, obviously somewhat embarrassed about what happened but as he turned to look away from you, you pulled his face towards yours and kissed him.

You heard him sigh into the kiss as he pulled you back into his arms.

"Thank you," he said, moving to nuzzle your neck again.

"Of course. I'll always be there for you Jethro."

The both of you took a few more minutes to pull yourselves together before facing the rest of them team, which you knew were gonna have a lot of questions after Abby filled them in on what happened.

But none of it mattered as you smiled slightly to yourself, feeling closer to Gibbs than ever before.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #jethro gibbs fanfiction

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dannyricsmirrorball · 7 months ago

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UPCOMING WORKS ੈ✩‧₊˚

hey!!! i know i’ve been lowkey MIA lately but hopefully i’ll make up for that in the next couple of weeks xx here are a couple of smaus that are in the works or i’m planning on starting!

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tying the knot p4 ✩ cl16

and everybody cheered! i know, i’m so sorry, i keep saying it’s coming and it’s been months but hopefully soon!! and it will be part 4&5 pretty close together - and that will be the end xo

obsessed ✩ pg10

inspired by olivia rodrigo’s obsessed (which i have been OBSESSED with), obviously about kika (no hate bc i absolutely adore her). reader is pierre’s new girlfriend who happens to be a pop-star who can’t shake off this obsession she has with his ex.

so american ✩ aa23

finally getting to alex works!!! (we need more alex writers) reader is an american popstar - à la olivia rodrigo - and became friends with alex through logan. he loves to make fun of team USA, so this is how she hard launches!

i wanna be yours ✩ aa23

bit of drama drama - reader is the ‘girl best friend’ but is that all… (no lily hate, she is my queen and i love her but you gotta do what you gotta do for the sake of plot :/ we LOVE lily)

make up your mind ✩ ln4

inspired by the florence + the machine song! lando keeps giving reader mixed signals.

casual ✩ cl16

based on chappell roan’s casual. reader realises that something she thought was sacred to both of them might not be that to charles.

strawberry kisses ✩ jd14

this has been in the works ever since danny was on stage at the melb zach bryan concert but i just kept postponing - it’s practically finished but i just got bored of it. reader is australia’s pop princess and also very close friends with australia’s resident golden boy daniel ricciardo. fans get excited at the prospect of their fave pop princess becoming a wag and off with the shipping wars. some are in the know but some are shocked to learn that she has a lost childhood friend in aussie f2 driver (and mate of danny ric) jack doohan, is it just a rekindling of friendship or is something more on the horizon?

GUTS

i really want to do a guts (spilled) inspired series but also that’s a-lot of commitment 😭 so here’s a rough outline but i might slowly get to all of these hahaha

all american bitch ✩ cl16

bad idea right? ✩ ln4

vampire ✩ cs55

lacy ✩ aa23

making the bed ✩ cl16

logical ✩ dr3

get him back! ✩ cs55 (ended up being a pierre fic lol)

love is embarrassing ✩ ls18

the grudge ✩ ln4

pretty isn’t pretty ✩ cl16

teenage dream ✩ gr63

obsessed ✩ pg10

stranger ✩ dr3

so american ✩ aa23

#formula 1 #charles leclerc #lando norris #george russell #alex albon #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #social media au #lando norris x reader #alex albon x reader #daniel ricciardo x reader #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly #daniel ricciardo #logan sargeant #logan sargent x reader #f1 social media au

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siriuslovebot · 11 months ago

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˖ ࣪⭑˖ ࣪𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ➸ 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒏˖ ࣪⭑ ˖ ࣪

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: hello my love! ik you’ve already made a couple but i was wondering if you could make another one of those mouse ones, if you’re not up for it that’s completely fine! thank you for taking the time to read this!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: we all need more remus x mouse!!!

𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵𝒀𝑴𝑶𝑼𝑺 𝑨𝑺𝑲𝑬𝑫: please write another remus lupin x mouse fluff please. i love your writing style. it's just perfect<33

𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺: injured reader, the nickname 'mouse', some embarrassing (possibly?) moments, nothing else i can think of??

𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: after convincing the reader to go ice skating, things end up going a bit sideways for the marauders.

𝑨/𝑵: merry christmas (and happy holidays) everyone! here is a bit of a late gift for you all! i was astonished to see the amount of requests for more remus x mouse! i didn't even include all of them here. i'm sorry i've been mia for so long! this one may be a bit rusty, but i hope you all enjoy even if i am a little out of practice! (also this is unedited so if you see any typos/mistakes no you didn't)

𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑻: 3.3k 𓂃♡₊⭑

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“it’s bloody freezing out here,” mutters sirius, his voice gruff in the early morning air.

you roll your eyes, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. in your peripheral, you can see his mussed hair and dark circles, as well as the scowl that colours his handsome features.

“you should’ve stayed behind if you’re going to whine, sirius,” you respond, raising your brows.

he wrinkles his nose, looking an awful lot like he’s smelled something foul. “are you mad? i’m not staying cooped up in that castle when you lot are out here having fun. where’s moony?” he looks at you expectantly.

“running late, i suppose,” you glance at your watch, a christmas gift from remus. it’s charmed, the tiny mice printed on the watch frolicking around as you get the time. your face turns pink, embarrassed although you love the little watch. you hope sirius doesn’t see. you’d never hear the end of it.

“well, it’s half eight. earliest i’ve been up in weeks.” sirius yawns, swiping his sleeve across his face.

you roll your eyes again. you knew the lot of them would be menaces upon returning from the christmas holidays. sirius spent the two weeks of holiday break at james’s house, the two of them likely driving the potters out of their minds. the pair of them had clearly suffered from a lack of sleep, made clear by sirius’s incessant complaining about being up early.

you wanted to spend the holidays at hogwarts, hoping that remus might convince his parents to let him do the same, with no luck. you suffered a miserable two weeks at home, your parents refusing to let you out of their sight for a second. you hardly even had time to respond to the owls sent by your friends; notably, a muggle christmas card of lily and her family, an odd photo of sirius and james wearing charmed elves’ hats, and a sweet note from remus wishing you a merry christmas and promising you a gift upon your return to school.

thus, you are excited to spend a few hours having fun with your friends without worrying about lessons. if only you can wrestle sirius out of his grumpy mood.

there’s a chorus of boots crunching through snow behind you, and you turn to find lily approaching. james and remus trail close behind, with marlene at the back.

“what’s with the frown?” lily makes a face at sirius, who makes another disgruntled face.

“hasn’t got his beauty sleep,” you warn, a smile playing on your lips.

“you’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” sirius says crossly.

you raise your eyebrows at him.

“simmer down, pads,” james says, bright as ever. “don’t mind him. he’s just peeved because of that detention mcgonagall gave him.”

he pats his friend on the back, accompanied only by a grumble from the long-haired boy.

“yes,” says remus, “who knew she would catch him trying to turn marie littletree’s quill into a bowtruckle?”

“all right,” says sirius. “i get it. i’ll paint a stupid little grin on my face like prongs here. can we get on with it?” he grins at the confused half-smile on james’s face, then nudges his friend in the shoulder.

“right,” says marlene. “lily’s got an itinerary.”

“yes,” says the redhead. “first hogsmeade weekend back, and i’ve got plans. now, the three broomsticks is going to be absolutely swimming with people.”

“it’s always swimming with people,” james chimes.

“right,” she gives him a sharp look, and he scratches his neck awkwardly. “i was thinking, we should skip the morning crowd, and have a go at ice skating.”

“ice skating!”

“ice skating?”

james and your exclamations mirror one another, as you both gawk at lily. james looks like a child on christmas morning, and you look… well, terrified.

“oh, godric, i’m going to be so embarrassed. i can hardly walk, lils, much less skate!” you groan, feeling the exasperation sirius has been bleeding all morning.

“c’mon, y/n!” james gives you a shake around the shoulders, looking excited. “you’ll be fine. a little arresto momentum, and you’re saved.”

“right, and which one of you is going to babysit me to keep me from face planting?” you glare at him.

“sounds like a job for moony, if y’ask me,” says sirius smugly. he’s already strutting towards the pond, james close on his heels.

marlene grins, and lily looks at you pleadingly. “c’mon, y/n,” she begs, pouting like a child.

“it’ll be fun,” marlene adds.

you huff, not wanting to feel like a buzzkill.

remus places a gentle hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently. you sigh.

“you’ll be all right,” he urges, voice soft.

you sigh, but concede. “fine.”

lily and marlene cheer, taking off behind james and sirius on their way to the pond.

you frown, glancing over at remus as you fall into a slow pace following them.

“do i have to?” you wonder aloud, hooking your arm through his as you crunch through the hardened snow.

remus smiles down at you, a gentle smile finding his lips. his cheeks are pink from the cold already, his honeyed hair sticking out in tufts from beneath his knit hat. your stomach does a flip, and you have to force yourself not to look away.

“don’t tell me you’re scared, mouse,” he says, raising an eyebrow.

“scared? pfft, i don’t get scared,” you mutter, rolling your eyes.

“oh, really?”

“really. but i know my strengths. and ice-foot coordination is not one of them. i’m preparing to embarrass the wits out of myself.”

“it can’t possibly be that bad,” he says.

“have you met me, rem? i tripped over the air just last night.”

“i actually think that was a badly timed jinx from sirius.”

“i hope you’re joking.”

“afraid not.”

“oh, he’s got it coming.” you shake your head, remembering the burn of your cheeks as you tumbled in a heap in the common room. remus came over, smiling to himself as he helped pick up your things. you’d wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of the night.

as you approach the pond, you blink at the sight of a few other students gliding over the frozen water. you blink, not feeling confident in your abilities. you can feel your legs wobbling already, hearing the sound of yourself crashing into the ice.

“okay,” you stop in your tracks, grabbing remus by his wrists. he faces you, eyes expectant.

“yes?” he humours you, looking as serious as you feel.

“promise you won’t laugh if i fall.”

his features crack into a smile, his head falling as he laughs softly. “c’mon, mouse,” he nudges you, draping an arm over your shoulders. he’s warm, and you lean into him as he leads you closer to the water’s edge, where your friends have already conjured up their ice skates.

“if you laugh, i’ll never forgive you.”

“i’ll keep an eye on you,” he says, “and i promise i won’t laugh.”

“holding you to it,” you say, joining marlene and lily by the pond.

“here,” marlene takes half a second and conjures you a pair of skates, untied on your feet.

james and sirius are already on the ice, flitting around faster than you can keep up with. they’re a pair of blurs, their laughter ringing through the air.

you make a face, your ears burning just at the thought of how you’re going to look trying to keep your feet beneath yourself. you don’t even notice your untied laces as you wobble towards the ice.

“just a second, mouse,” remus says softly, his large frame stooping to tie your shoes.

your face goes red as you glance down at him, feeling sheepish. “sorry,” you say, “i could have done that.”

“i’ve got it,” remus hums, his scarred hands tying your skate laces with expertise.

he’s towering over you again in half a second, winking at you as he reaches down to grasp your hand. his skin is warm, even through both pairs of your gloves, and you feel a bit better.

“y’alright?” remus wonders aloud, guiding you to the edge of the ice. he steps on gracefully, somehow able to keep his feet from sliding beneath him. you stare down at his skates, nervous.

you frown. “i’m scared,” you admit, face darkening with embarrassment.

“don’t be scared,” remus says.

he tugs your hand, smiling warmly. you hate how persuasive he is; his soft voice and gentle smile have a way of turning you into a gushing mess in the palm of his hands. no one knows how to make you feel better like remus does.

“you’ll still love me if i make a fool out of myself, right?” you wonder aloud, stepping slowly onto the ice. you tuck your bottom lip between your teeth, focused on keeping yourself upright.

“i’d love you even if you made a fool out of the whole world, love.”

he’s laughing as you join him on the ice, the velvety deep sound sending butterflies rampaging through your stomach. he grasps your hand, ever so gently, and pulls you to the center of the ice, where fewer of the other students are. your classmates fly by, agile and quick on the ice. you feel somewhat like a baby deer, your legs wobbly beneath you.

“see, not so bad, is it?” remus encourages, his features now split in a jovial grin. his tawny eyes glitter with amusement, the corners crinkled by his big smile.

“no, i guess not,” you agree, fingers still gripping the sleeve of his coat in a vice.

“d’you want to try on your own?” he inquires. his long fingers loosen their hold on your wrist, but you tighten your own around him.

“no–not yet!” you squeak, moving closer to him and throwing your arms around his middle. he laughs, his chest rumbling against your cheek. you take a deep breath.

“sorry,” he chuckles, smoothing a hand over your hair. “i’ve got you, m’little mouse.”

you blink, peeking around his frame to see sirius and lily engaged in a race across the pond, their speeding frames silhouetted by the snowy landscape behind them. a grin spreads over your features, watching as james and marlene cheer them on.

“i don’t know how they do it,” you muse, shaking your head.

“you’ll be racing them in no time,” remus says teasingly, slowly unraveling your death grip around him.

“if you say so,” you murmur.

remus pulls you along gently, gaining some speed as you become more comfortable at the feeling of being on the ice. after several minutes, you’re no longer as unstable on your feet. you hardly even shriek when james charges at the pair of you at full speed, spraying you with a shower of ice as he stops at the last second.

“you git,” you hiss, sending a snowball his way with a flick of your wand.

he curses loudly, already halfway across the pond when it hits his back. lily and marlene dissolve into a fit of giggles, while remus chuckles gently.

you don’t even notice that he isn’t holding you steady anymore. distracted, you’ve released your grasp on his sleeve, and are slowly gliding alongside him. you’re closer to the edge of the pond, your feet steady beneath you as you gather confidence.

“feeling okay?” remus has spun around, facing you as he skates backwards.

what a showoff, you think, but you say nothing. he doesn’t know it, but you adore just how easily he picks up on the things you find to be absolutely mind-boggling. despite his insistence that he’s nothing special, he picks up on skills with ease. he’s a talented wizard, quick-witted and good at solving problems under pressure. it’s precisely why he excels in school, despite being out around each full moon and sometimes struggling to come out of his shell.

“thanks to you,” you say, flushing. “i wouldn’t be out here if it weren’t for you, you know.”

he smiles sheepishly, his wind-chapped face going a deeper shade of pink. “sure you would.”

you laugh, shaking your head. “i’m serious, rem,” you say. “thank you.”

“don’t thank me,” he says, looking more than a little embarrassed.

you reach for him, wanting to hold his hand, but you see concern flash in his eyes. your eyes widen, but before you can say anything he’s already reaching for you.

“watch out–”

but you’ve both reacted too late. another student slams into your shoulder, knocking you off kilter. you squeal, falling to the ice too quickly for either you or remus to react. the air feels as if you’re caught in slow motion for a second; the ice is approaching your face with extreme speed, glistening in the morning sun. without thinking, you brace with one hand, the other halfway reaching towards remus.

your arm breaks your fall, and there’s a sickening crack as you hit the ice. it’s harder than you thought. you shriek, a sickening pain rocketing up your wrist and shoulder as you finally collapse completely.

“shit,” remus hisses, crouching as you feel his hands on your shoulders, trying to help you up to a sitting position.

you’re too focused on the excruciating pain in your arm to realize that you’re crying. the tears are hot against your skin, burning your cold cheeks as you sit up. you clutch your arm with your other hand, looking at the horrible purple lump already protruding at your wrist.

“merlin,” you sob, “it’s broken!” the sight of the bone jabbing at the inside of your arm makes your stomach do a turn, and you force yourself to look away. remus crouches in front of you, his worried face swimming in your teary vision.

you hear your friends shouting, and several nasty words directed at the student who slammed into you. you glance over, seeing marlene dragging sirius away by his scarf as he tries to throttle the poor third-year student.

lily skates towards you, slowing as she approaches.

“oh, dear,” she says, as she sees your arm.

“it’s bad, isn’t it?” you ask, glancing between remus and lily. you can’t force yourself to look back at the arm, feeling as if you’re going to faint if you have to see the bruises blooming over your arm.

“not so bad,” lily lies, offering a forced smile.

“we’ve got to get some help. you need to see madam pomfrey.” remus says. he’s crouched, one hand coming out to wipe the tears from your face. you breathe in his scent, trying to ground yourself.

james, sirius, and marlene finally join you, sirius still cursing the student as marlene drags him over.

“ugh,” james says as he sees your injury.

sirius peers over remus’ shoulder, his eyes blazing with fury as he sees the extent of your injury. “i’m going to curse the bollocks off of that kid!” he hisses, reaching for his wand, tucked into his coat pocket.

“sirius, stop it!” marlene scolds. “we have to do something about that arm. there’s no way y/n’s making it back to the castle in this state.”

“i’m fine,” you insist, though your stomach is rolling unpleasantly. you think you’d likely vomit if you had to stand.

“you’re not fine,” remus says, his voice stern. “your arm’s gone sideways. you need to be in the hospital wing.”

“we can’t move her like this,” james says, sounding as sick as you are.

“let lily have a go at it. she put my pinky right when that bludger hit it at practice,” says sirius.

“your pinky?” remus says incredulously. “i think an arm’s a bit more important than a pinky.”

“rem,” you say, nudging him with your foot. “it’s fine. i trust lily. besides, i think i’ll be sick if we don’t do something now.”

remus sighs, his eyes dark with worry. he places a hand on your knee, shifting slightly to let lily get closer. “fine.” you can tell he’s not happy about it.

“marlene, go get some help, will you?” you say, your head swimming. you feel closer to fainting by the minute, shock setting in.

“‘course i will.” she’s gone in a flash.

“okay,” you breathe, closing your eyes as you wait for lily to fix your arm.

“right, then,” she pulls her want out of her pocket, leaning closer. there’s a second of silence before she says, “episkey!”

only, the spell doesn’t go quite right. a blinding hot pain blooms in your arm, and you shriek again. this time, you’re not strong enough to keep from fainting. white spots bloom behind your vision, and you collapse.

you wake hours later, in the hospital wing. you stir, your throat dry as you turn over in the cot. your vision is blurry as you peel your eyes open, finding your arm wrapped in some kind of sling. madam pomfrey is nowhere in sight, but remus is slumped in a chair at your beside.

his eyes are closed, his breathing steady as he sits. his head rests lazily against the back of the chair. you study his face; his scars shine in the sliver of evening light that spills in from the window behind you. you groan as you move, your entire body aching.

your muscles throb, the fall having taken its toll on you. you watch him for a few minutes, the delicate rise and fall of his chest. his hair falls in golden wisps over his forehead and his ears, tickling the nape of his neck. you smile, glad he’s getting some rest. you’re sure he’s been perched in that uncomfortable chair all day. he’s probably missed all of his meals, crouched by your bed worrying.

you smile to yourself, wondering how you’ve ended up with someone so perfect.

he stirs finally, his eyes crinkling as he yawns.

“rem,” you say softly, catching his attention as he opens his eyes.

“hey, sleepyhead,” he says, a tired smile painting his features.

you reach for him with your good hand, his long fingers reaching out and enveloping yours with ease. his skin is warm as he brings your hand to his lips, holding it there for a moment. your face heats up. embarrassed, you want to sink down into the cot and disappear, but you can’t run from him. he knows you too well.

“have you been here all day?” you wonder.

“of course,” he says, as if you’d be crazy to think otherwise.

“you didn’t have to do that.”

“yes i did,” he says, frowning. “it’s my fault you went out there in the first place. you wouldn’t be hurt if i hadn’t convinced you to go skating.”

“hey,” you scold, “don’t say that. it’s not your fault. none of it’s your fault.”

he shakes his head, looking apologetic. you sigh, squeezing his hand.

“i’m serious, rem. i don’t blame you. i had a lot of fun, until that kid ran into me, at least.” you grin, trying to lighten the mood.

he can’t help the smile that creeps onto his features. “poor guy,” he says, “sirius wanted to hunt him down so badly. said he was willing to have detention for the rest of the year, if it meant he got his revenge.”

you roll your eyes. “what a hothead,” you laugh.

“yeah, think the kid was pretty scared too. he send a card up, and some chocolate frogs.” remus passes you a card. you open it up, and a flock of little birds explodes from the paper, as well as a bright, sparkling message that says get well soon!

you smile, feeling much better already. you squeeze remus’s hand again, closing the card as he passes you a chocolate frog.

“thank you,” you say in response, though both of you know you’re not just thanking him for the chocolate.

he nods in response, leaning over to press a kiss against your forehead.

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The First Date…A Little Late

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google.

Pairing: Retired Dad Dean Winchester x F! Reader; supporting character Sam Winchester

Warnings: Swearing, Smut (18+ Please or I’m telling on you) “Magic Fingers”, P in V Sex, jealousy, brief confrontation

Word Count: 6.1K-ish (sorry it’s a little long)

Summary: Sam comes to visit Dean and his nephew Charlie and it’s the first time you’re meeting your boyfriend’s brother. It’s also the first time Dean takes you out on a date.

A/N: Part of the Carrying On series. If you haven’t read it, I’ll leave it linked HERE. I’m sorry I’ve been MIA for a little bit. It’s just been a little tough for me lately with life but I digress. Anyway, I hope you like this, I enjoyed writing it 🧡 Oh and I used one of my favorite 90’s country songs in this too, Strawberry Wine by Deana Carter. I’ll link it at the end.

As always, thank you for reading! I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

“Uncle Sam!” Exclaimed Charlie as he watched Sam walk through the front door.

Dean had mentioned to you that his brother would be visiting for about a week. He hadn’t seen them in a little while and Dean said that he also wanted to meet you.

Although you shouldn’t be, you felt a little nervous meeting Dean’s brother. Sam was the only family Dean had left and you were also the first real relationship Dean had since his wife’s passing. You already had Charlie’s approval but somehow, you felt like you needed Sam’s also.

Charlie ran over and wrapped his arms around his uncle. He was so happy Sam was visiting and you couldn’t help but smile at the two of them as they gave each other a hi-five.

“Hey buddy! How have you been?” Asked Sam.

“GOOD!” Said Charlie. “You wanna meet Dad’s girlfriend?!”

Sam chuckled.

“Oh I sure do.” Sam said as he walked over to you, extending his hand for you to shake. “Hi…I’m Sam.”

“Hi Sam, it’s nice to finally meet you. I’m y/n. Dean’s told me a lot about you.” You said, shaking his hand in return.

One side of Sam’s mouth curled into a slight smile.

“Don’t believe anything he says.” Said Sam. “But the stories I could tell you about him.”

Extending his pointer finger, Dean aggressively shook his head. “Nope, not happening. If you had brought me some pie, I might have considered it but ya didn’t.” He said.

Their brotherly banter was amusing and a playful smile stretched across your lips watching them together as they hugged and Dean showed Sam to his room.

Your mother died when you were very young so you don’t have any memories of her. You only had pictures and the stories your father used to tell you.

He used to tell you how much you reminded him of her like the way you smiled, your laugh was the same as hers, and how kind you were. And he loved to tell you how you used to ask for a sister every chance you had.

“Your mom had the biggest heart of anyone I’ve ever met…just like you.” Dad had said.

Charlie had been trying to get your attention for a few minutes while you were replaying that moment in your head about your father.

“Y/N!!” Yelled Charlie.

Breaking your daydream, you finally answered him.

“I’m sorry, buddy. I was daydreaming. What’s up?” You asked.

Charlie gave you a concerned look.

“Oh…What were you daydreaming about?” He asked.

You smiled warmly at him and replied, “Oh…I was just remembering some things my dad had told me and how much I reminded him of my mom. And if my mom didn’t get sick when I was young, maybe I could have had a brother or a sister. Seeing your Dad and Uncle Sam together just got me thinking of what it would be like to have a sibling. So…what’s up?”

“I was just gonna ask if you were gonna stay for dinner.” Charlie said with a wide grin.

You smiled back and replied, “Of course I’ll stay, Charlie.”

**********

“…Then when I opened the locker and he saw the cat inside, your dad started screaming like a little girl.” Said Sam.

You and Charlie were laughing hysterically while Dean sat with his arms crossed protectively across his chest, sulking. Taking a sip of his beer, he glared at Sam, and absolutely hated the fact he was telling that particular story.

Sam looked over at Dean and continued, “He was scared of EVERYTHING.”

Charlie looked like he was thinking about something. His eyes were narrowed and his brow furrowed as he asked, “Dad, if you and y/n get married, do you think I could have a sibling?”

Dean started to choke on his beer as heat rose to your cheeks. “Out of the mouths of babes,” you thought to yourself but also you were completely mortified, covering your eyes with your hand.

While Dean was still trying to compose himself, you replied to Charlie.

“Easy buddy. Pump the brakes a little, ok? You made your dad choke on his drink.” You said with a little laugh and brushed the tip of his nose with your finger.

“I can’t breathe!” Dean yelled.

Sam shook his head and replied, “Dude, calm down. He was just asking a question.”

Finally, Dean was able to catch his breath and stop coughing long enough to put Charlie to bed and when he returned you thought maybe it was best if you went home and let the two of them spend some time together.

“What do ya mean you’re gonna go?” Asked Dean.

“Yeah, I thought we were havin’ fun.” Added Sam.

You didn’t want it to seem like you weren’t enjoying yourself because you really were. Sam is really sweet.

“Oh I am, I really am. I just thought since you guys haven’t seen each other in awhile that it might be nice if you guys caught up on brother stuff or whatever. I dunno, I don’t have any siblings so I don’t really know what I’m talking about. I’ll see you both tomorrow. It really is SO nice to finally meet you, Sam.” You said.

“Likewise. I’ll see ya tomorrow.” Said Sam.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam mouth something to Dean. Unsure of himself, Dean stood up and said, “Uh…lemme walk you home, sweetheart.”

“OH! Well that’s a first, that would be really nice, baby.” You said shyly.

The two of you quietly walked back to your house before you broke the silence.

“Sam’s really great, Dean. You’re lucky to have each other.” You said.

You stopped outside your door and you could hear Bear whining on the other side.

Dean placed his hands on your hips and pulled you in close as you snaked your arms around his neck. He tucked some stray hairs behind your ears before he leaned in close and gently pressed his lips to yours.

Still tasting the beer, you kissed him back and expressed a low moan as he parted your lips with his tongue so it could tangle with yours. Dean hadn’t kissed you since Sam arrived and it felt so good to be in his embrace again.

He was the one who broke the kiss to say, “You know I love you, right?”

“I know you do, Dean.” You said smiling against his lips after another quick kiss.

“Just because…I know my reaction to what Charlie said…I…uh…just. I don’t want you to think that I…” Dean started to say before you cut him off.

“You don’t have to say anything, baby. It’s ok. I like where we’re at and we’ll just take it as it comes, ok?” You said, delicately brushing his beard with your thumb.

He glanced away from you for a brief moment then nodded.

“Now go spend some time with your brother.” You said sternly with a smile.

“Ok, ok I’m goin’. Can I come over later?” Dean asked with raised eyebrows.

God, he looked cute when he did that and it was hard to say no.

You rolled your eyes playfully at him and answered, “You have your key, right?”

“Wear somethin’ skimpy, alright?” He said, smacking you on the ass.

Dropping your shoulders, you replied, “Dean, you know I don’t have anything like that.”

“Naked works too, ya know.” He said with a wink.

That made you laugh and you playfully shouted, “Get outta here!”

**********

On the Back Porch at Dean’s House

They sat and talked for hours, reminiscing about their hunting days, and talking about their parents. The slight cool breeze blew over the tops of their beer bottles causing them to make a deep whistling noise. The sounds of crickets echoed around them as a shooting star dashed across the night sky.

They were content.

Sam broke the brief silence when he asked, “Dude, in the 8 months since she’s moved here, have you taken y/n on an actual date?”

“Oh come on, Sam.” Dean snapped.

“Have you?” Sam asked.

Dean narrowed his eyes and pulled his eyebrows together, annoyed that Sam would even ask that question.

He shrugged and replied, “She doesn’t strike me as THAT kinda girl. She’s a hunter.”

“That doesn’t mean she doesn’t want to go out on a real date, Dean.” Said Sam.

Dean retorted, “Well MAYBE I haven’t taken her out on a real date because I can’t leave Charlie by himself while we go out, ok?”

“I’ll watch Charlie.” Sam blurted out. “Look Dean, I know you care about her and she’s the first one since…well anyway, just show her how much you love her.”

Dean knew Sam was right. He hadn’t been on a date in, maybe ever. He told you that he met and fell in love with his wife very quickly so they didn’t really go out together much either so this really would be like a first for him too.

“Alright, well what do I do? Take her to dinner or somethin’?” Asked Dean.

“Wow, you really don’t know anything, do you? Do you have OpenTable on your phone?” Asked Sam.

“I have no idea what you just asked me.” Dean said.

Sam gave Dean a look of disappointment and said, “Alright, I’ll help you. I know you wanna go see her so just go and I’ll figure it out.”

Dean rubbed his hands together with excitement and replied, “Don’t mind if I do.” Dean stopped and changed his tone. “Thanks, Sam.”

Sam’s lips curled into a slight smile and he said, “You’re welcome.”

**********

You weren’t expecting Dean to make it over tonight with it being Sam’s first night in town so it surprised you to hear Bear’s low growl coming from outside your bedroom door. You left the porch light and a living room lamp on for him, mostly because you didn’t want him crashing into one of your side tables followed by shouting out an angry string of curse words like he did last time.

After your shower, you had a cup of tea, watched a little tv and went to bed. The steady wind cut through the silence outside your window as your pillow gently cradled your head. The deep growl coming from Bear continued, then you could hear whisper yells of “BEAR! It’s just me ya big dummy!” right before he carefully opened the bedroom door.

Half asleep, your eyes fluttered open briefly before you felt the mattress dip underneath you and a warm body cozy up behind you. Under the blanket, Dean’s chilled hands slowly crept up the side of your bare thigh as he nuzzled into the side of your neck and pressed his lips against your soft warm skin.

“Well…you’re not naked but I like this no pants thing you got goin’ on right now, sweetheart. I think your dog hates me, by the way.” Whispered Dean in your ear.

His thick fingers pushed against the outside of your thigh then gripped your waist tightly and he pulled you flush to him. His hardening length pressed into your back as his name softly fellfrom your lips.

“Mmmmm…Dean.” You moaned. “And Bear doesn’t hate you, baby. He’s just protecting me.”

You felt him smile and bite down gently on your earlobe before he said, “Well maybe he should protect his eyes, I don’t think he’s gonna wanna see what happens next.”

The bristles of his beard tickled the side of your neck causing you to let out a little chuckle before rolling onto your back. Dean was propped up on his side, gazing down at you as if he hadn’t seen you in days before his lips collided with yours. The dim glow from the street light outside was just enough for you to make out some of his features, especially his smile.

Brushing his beard with your thumb, Dean reached for your hand, took it in his, kissed your palm and the placed your hand wrapped with his, over his heart. It was beating erratically as your own pulse began to quicken, desperately wanting his lips to be on yours again.

“I didn’t think I would see you again tonight.” You whispered. “I’m glad you came over.”

You pulled Dean in close to kiss him again. Gently raking your nails against his scalp, he rolled on top of you and firmly nestled in between your legs. In the gathering darkness, his hands urgently tried to find the hem of your t-shirt.

Dean removed it with ease and tossed it onto the floor, his fingers pressed deep into your skin as he sensually explored the curves of your breasts and hips. You gasped as his lips covered your nipple and you felt yourself soaking the sheet underneath you.

Dean didn’t waste any time, letting his talented fingers reach down to see how wet you were for him, then pushed them inside as you arched your back while he curled them and teased you exactly where you needed it. Dripping down his knuckles, he buries his fingers inside you until your vision goes white and your entire body tightens all around him.

The grip you have on his hair makes him wince but in the best way, he knows he’s working you just the way you want him to so he eases back to watch as you lose control and cries of his name fall from your lips.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” He growled into your ear.

You still couldn’t see straight as you shakily replied, “Y-yes.”

He barely let you finish the word before he hungrily captured your lips again, his rock hard cock pressed against you, and the ache you felt for him to be inside you. He started to kiss your collarbone, inching his way down but you stopped him. Dean had teased you enough.

Pulling him back up by his soft brown hair, you said, “Dean…Dean…no…no.”

“What is it, baby?” He asked.

Trembling, you replied, “Want you.”

Even in the mostly dark room, you could see the sly smile stretch across his lips and could tell he wanted you just as much. A shiver danced up your spine as he lined himself up at your entrance and easily pushed into you as far as he could go while sinful cries of passion echoed throughout the room. With each rut of his hips, your walls clenched tighter around him and goosebumps suddenly peppered all over your skin.

“This what you wanted, baby?” Dean purred.

The ache of wanting more just kept building as he hit that sensitive bundle of nerves over and over again and you were on the verge of exploding. The tilt in your hips allowed him to go deep and completely bury himself in you as another orgasm started to build.

In barely more than a whisper you breathed, “Y-yes, yes.”

“Oh you’re gonna have to be louder than that…no one’s here. Let me hear you, sweetheart.” He said in a devilish tone.

It turned you on so much to hear his sexy voice while he fucked you. That deep growl while he told you what he wanted from you made you feel drunk with pleasure. You pulled him in as close as you possibly could, it felt like he was dissolving into you, molding and fitting perfectly to your body.

Your hands traveled from his toned arms to his shoulders as his movements became more rapid and erratic while he pulled multiple orgasms from you. Hearing your moans and cries turned him on and made him absolutely feral.

He was close, thrusting faster and grunting louder until his abs and thighs tightened and he let go of his release as you continued to ride out your orgasm.

Breathing heavily, he kissed your forehead as you let out a satisfied sigh.

“God I love you.” He said.

You just held him close and replied, “I love you too, Dean.”

Without warning, Dean blurted out, “I’m gonna take you out on a date.”

“Is that my reward for letting you fuck me, Winchester?” You asked, sarcastically.

“Sweetheart…” Dean started to say before you cut him off.

“I’m kidding, baby. I’m just kidding. I’d love to go out on a date with you. Where are we going?” You asked.

Dean shrugged.

“I dunno…Sammy mentioned something about an open table? I didn’t understand what he was talking about.” He said in a confused tone.

You started to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” He asked.

When you finally stopped laughing, you replied, “You’re so cute. OpenTable is an app that allows you to make reservations for restaurants.”

Still looking confused, Dean said, “Oh…well why didn’t he just say that?”

“I dunno, handsome. But I’m sure we’ll figure something out.” You said, pressing your lips to his.

Saturday Night

“Uncle Sam said that Dad’s taking you out on a date tonight.” Said Charlie.

“That is the plan, buddy. But I guess it’s a surprise so I have no idea what we’re doing.” You replied to Charlie. “Will you keep Bear here with you while your Dad and I go out? He gets lonely sometimes.”

“SURE!!” Exclaimed Charlie.

“Thank you Charlie. I’m gonna go home and finish getting ready.” You said. “Lemme just tell your uncle I’m leavin’.”

Sam was in the kitchen, cleaning up and washing the dishes.

“You’re supposed to be on vacation, Sam. Stop doing the dishes.” You said with a warm smile and a slight chuckle.

“I don’t know how he just leaves dishes in the sink like this.” Said Sam, shaking his head.

“It’s really nice of you to watch Charlie tonight and help Dean out with the date planning and everything, thank you.” You said.

“You’re welcome, y/n. Dean just needs a little help sometimes.” He said. “But he’s gonna pick you up in a little while so don’t come back here after you’re finished getting ready.”

“You don’t want me to—“ You started to say.

Same aggressively shook his head.

“Well…alright then. I’ll see you later and thank you again, Sam.” You remarked.

**********

You could hear the Impala rumbling outside in your driveway so you grabbed your keys, purse, and your jacket but suddenly the engine stopped followed by the signature squeak from the driver’s side door before it closed and then there was a knock at your side door.

Dean may not be familiar with what he was supposed to do on a date but you were also unfamiliar with what to do also aside from watching what happens in movies so he really took you by surprise when you opened the door and he was standing in front of you wearing a new flannel shirt, a nice leather jacket and holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers.

A wide smile played across your lips as you looked at the flowers then up at him. Dean had a slight smile on his face but he also looked a little confused.

“Well hey there, handsome.” You said.

“Did I get the right ones?” Dean asked nervously. “Sam wouldn’t answer me when I asked him what kind of flowers I should get. He just told me to ‘figure it out’ so I just got a bunch of different ones along with some sunflowers because I know those are your favorite.”

Dean remembering your favorite flower was probably the sweetest thing any man has ever done for you to the point where you had to fight back the tears you felt welling up at the back of your eyes.

“Dean…they’re beautiful. I can’t believe you remembered my favorite flower. I think I had only mentioned it once. Thank you, baby.” You said, leaning in and gently pressing your lips to his.

“Well I think YOU look beautiful, sweetheart.” Said Dean.

Warmth rushed to your cheeks and across your chest as you felt yourself start to blush. You really weren’t wearing anything all that special, a black floral tea length dress with a denim jacket over top, and new black cowboy boots. You felt confident in it and you wanted to look nice for him.

You did a slight twirl in the dress and replied, “Awww, thank you baby. And you look incredibly handsome. New shirt?”

“Sam said a lot of my shirts had holes in them.” He answered.

He sounded grouchy that he had to buy a new shirt but that’s just how Dean was so it made you laugh that he actually went out and bought one but you could see him complaining the entire time about having to buy a new one.

“Let me just put these in some water and we can go, ok?” You said.

He nodded.

It was apparent that Dean was trying to remember everything he thought he was supposed to be doing on this date. It just seemed to make him more nervous though so after he closed the car door behind you, you tried to make him feel more at ease.

“Dean…are you ok? You seem so nervous.” You asked, gently touching his shoulder after he sat down inside the car.

With one hand on the steering wheel, Dean turned to face you, looking a little uneasy.

“I-I don’t know what I’m doing, sweetheart!” Said Dean, stumbling a little over his words.

He was trying so hard to be perfect but he didn’t have to be. All he had to do was try.

Inching closer to him, you leaned in and kissed him on the cheek and the bristles of his beard tickled your lips. It was hard not let out a little chuckle while watching him try so hard.

“You’re doing fine, handsome. And besides, I don’t know anything about going out on dates either. We’ll learn together, ok?” You stated.

Starting the car, Dean nodded and replied, “I-I just want you to have a good time. You deserve it.”

“I’m sure I will, baby. So where are we going? I’ll put it into the GPS.” You said, holding your phone.

Looking at his phone, Dean replied, “Uh let’s see…Aha! Here it is…it’s called Hunters Chop House. Sam said it’s a ‘casual steakhouse.’ Whatever that means.”

“Well that’s very fitting now, isn’t it.” You said with a warm smile. “Sounds great, I’m starving.”

**********

Of course, they offered pie for dessert which Dean couldn’t wait to taste and dinner was delicious. The restaurant was quite cozy with its low lighting and roaring fireplace. Your date so far was going great.

Dean told some stories about Sam from when they were younger.

“…So yeah, Sam’s deathly afraid of clowns.” Said Dean with a wide smile.

“He’s not here to defend himself, ya know.” You said with a narrowed expression.

Dean’s wide smile turned into a slight frown, you could tell by the way he talked about his brother that he missed not having him around all the time but he would never admit that to you or anyone.

You decided to ask about it anyway.

“You miss him, don’t you…because he’s not around all the time?” You asked, touching his hand.

Dean pressed his lips together and the muscles in his entire body tensed after you asked him that question. He emphatically answered, “NO!”

“Alright…you keep tellin’ yourself that. But really, you don’t have to hide it, Dean. I don’t have any siblings but I’m pretty sure I’d miss them if I didn’t get to see them often and especially if all you have now is each other.” You said.

“Way to lay on the guilt, sweetheart.” Said Dean with a slight eye roll. “Ok, well yeah I guess I do miss him sometimes.”

“So tell him that. Maybe he’ll come to visit more often or you and Charlie could visit him. I’m sure Charlie would love to see the bunker. I know I would!” You said with raised eyebrows.

Dean leaned in closer and gently pressed his lips to your temple. “Yeah, maybe you’re right.” He said.

“Good.” You replied.

The server set down the piece of pie Dean ordered in front of him but also left two forks in case you wanted a bite. Dean took one look at the pie, then looked at the two forks and brought his gaze up to yours, silently begging you not to take a bite. You knew that look.

“You didn’t want any of this did you?” Asked Dean, pointing his fork down at the pie.

You just smiled and replied, “Nah, you go ahead, baby. Buuuuut…”

He had already taken a bite. You watched carefully as the pecans and the golden brown crust touched his lips which is when you asked for a kiss.

“Can I have a kiss…please?” You asked.

Dean’s lips delicately touched yours and they tasted like sugar and butter with a slight bitterness from the pecans but decadent too.

You pulled away, a sly smile stretched across your lips as you said, “That’s the only taste I wanted, baby. Now it’s all yours.”

With a childlike smile on his face, Dean devoured his pecan pie and you enjoyed watching him wolf it down like someone was going to take it away from him. You loved seeing him so happy even if it was from something as simple as a piece of pie.

It really was the little things in life that brought the biggest smiles to his face.

**********

“Oh we’re not going home yet?” You asked.

“Nope, not yet sweetheart. Close your eyes for me though.” He said.

Dean had been a perfect gentleman all night, opening doors, pulling out chairs, and walking on the outside of the sidewalk. Sam must have drilled it into Dean’s head hard to make sure he did all the right things but you were just happy to be out and having fun with the man you love.

He could have taken you for fast food and watched the stars from the hood of the Impala and that would have been a perfect evening in your eyes.

As the Impala purred along, you and Dean sang along to old rock songs, talked and laughed with each other until you felt the car start to slow down. He turned the radio down but you still faintly heard music coming from outside.

“Alright y/n, open your eyes.” He said.

Your eyes had to adjust to the bright neon lights shining on the outside of the bar. The sign on the front read The Wheel Bar. Dean had mentioned before that they have really good food and music plus they have pool and tabletop shuffleboard.

Your face was as bright as a child’s on Christmas morning while your excitement was pure and unfiltered.

“Is there live music tonight?!!” You asked.

Dean turned the car off. “According to Sam, there is. You ready to go check it out?” He asked.

You nodded furiously and bit back a wide smile.

The red neon lights were glowing from the bar and shined from behind all of the liquor bottles. The band sounded great and you couldn’t explain it but this place really put out good vibes.

Pointing at the pool table, you asked Dean, “Wanna play? I’m actually pretty good.”

“Oh are you.” Said Dean with a sly smile. “Ok, but I’m not gonna take it easy on ya just because you let me see you naked.”

Slightly embarrassed, you covered your eyes as you felt yourself start to blush.

“Just rack ‘em, Winchester.” You said.

Trading shots back and forth, Dean had his chance to run the table but he missed his last solid ball so you had to sink both of your striped balls and the eight ball to win. You had managed to get your last two balls in but the eight ball shot was going to be tough.

You were going to have to bounce it off the side and sink it on the opposite side pocket, it was a shot you’ve taken a thousand times but you hated to lose so it still made you nervous every time you had to drain that shot.

The cue ball hit the eight ball with force, propelling it into the wall, it bounced back toward you and dropped into the side pocket. A perfect shot.

“Son of a bitch! You hustled me, sweetheart!” He shouted.

Batting your eyelashes at him, you sarcastically answered, “I am offended you would actually think that. And I don’t appreciate your accusatory remarks. Ok maybe I hustled you just a little bit.”

You snaked your arms around Dean’s neck, looked up at him through your long dark lashes, and leaned in to kiss him. With his hands firmly on your waist, he kissed you back, parting your lips with his tongue, and growling slightly against your mouth. He knew he was beat in more ways than one.

“Unfair, baby.” He said, pulling away slightly with a wry grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Looking over at the dance floor, you saw everyone line dancing. You had always wanted to try it but never had the chance to. The life of a hunter never stopped, there was always another case so living a normal life was still very new to you but you finally had the chance to try something new that looked like a lot of fun.

“You wanna try it with me!?” You asked emphatically.

Dean shook his head.

“Nope. You go ahead though, baby. I’ll be here drinking my beer.” He said.

With a shrug, you took off toward the dance floor and followed along with everyone. Glancing over at Dean, he watched you with a big smile on his face while sipping on his beer.

You really were having the best time until you noticed a youngerwoman with blonde hair in a tight red dress walk over and startto chat with your boyfriend. Dean still kept his eyes on you while the woman tried to pull his gaze toward her but he wasn’t taking the bait.

His eyes were firmly looking at you and when she tried to stand in his line of sight, he just moved which gave you butterflies in your stomach. However, you still didn’t like what you were watching.

The mystery blonde woman was not taking the hint so you decided to intervene.

“Hey handsome! Who’s this?” You said, kissing Dean on the cheek as he handed you your beer.

Before Dean could answer, the woman responded in a cocky tone, “I’m Christy. I think your boyfriend is the most handsome man I’ve ever seen and I want to take him home.”

The sultry look in her eyes told you that this wasn’t the first time she had tried this little act. Used to getting her way, she was almost surprised Dean wasn’t jumping at the chance to go with her.

“This is what I’ve been dealin’ with while you were out there dancin’.” Said Dean with a look of “help me” on his face.

A fake laugh escaped your lips as you said, “Well…CHRISTY…as you just said, he’s MY boyfriend and he’s going home with me so I suggest you just call it a night and leave. It’s probably past your bedtime anyway.”

Reaching for the knife in your boot, Dean stepped in between you and the other woman after you tried to invade her space.

“Sweetheart, I am REALLY turned on right now but I don’t want to have to bail you outta jail. Leave that knife in your boot, ok?” Dean whispered in your ear with a slight growl.

He was right. It probably wasn’t the best idea to get into a fight while out on a date although it wouldn’t have been the first time you pulled your knife on someone at a bar but serves her right for making you jealous.

You left your knife sheathed inside your boot and you firmly told Christy to leave. She finally did, grudgingly and you and Dean finally got back to enjoying your night out but that feeling of jealousy still sat in the pit of your stomach.

The band started to play a slow song, you watched as couples walked out onto the dance floor hand in hand and fondly looked out as they swayed back and forth with each other.

“C’mon baby, let’s dance.” Said Dean.

With a slight frown, you reluctantly took his hand as he led you to the dance floor, but you had a hard time looking at him as you were a little embarrassed by your behavior.

“I’m sorry, Dean.” You said softly.

He narrowed his eyes and pressed his lips together as he replied, “Sorry? For what?”

“I shouldn’t have acted that way. She just…tried to…” You started to say.

“…Take what was yours?” He questioned.

You blurted out, “No…no that’s not what I…You’re not mine to…” You trailed off.

The song that the band was playing was Strawberry Wine.

Strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love, whoa-oh bittersweet

And green on the vine

Like strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love, oh, bittersweet

And green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

“I just got jealous, baby. I’m sorry.” You said, swiping a tear off of your cheek.

Dean kissed your forehead, and replied, “Don’t be sorry, sweetheart. I’m all yours and no one else’s, ok?”

I still remember

When thirty was old

And my biggest fear was September

when he had to go

A few cards and letters and one long distance call

We drifted away like the leaves in the fall

But year after year I come back to this place

Just to remember the taste

Of strawberry wine and seventeen

The hot July moon saw everything

My first taste of love, whoa-oh, bittersweet

Green on the vine

Like strawberry wine

“Also…you have any idea how hot that was that you were ready to pull a knife on her?” He purred in your ear.

That made you laugh.

“Thank you for tonight, Dean. I love you.” You said as you delicately pressed your lips to his.

The fields have grown over now

Years since they've seen the plow

There's nothing time hasn't touched

Is it really him or the loss of my innocence?

I've been missing so much

He enveloped one of your hands inside of his and held it close to his chest. His green eyes looked like fresh spring leaves, the laugh lines around his eyes made him look quite distinguished, and the freckles on his nose looked as though they were sprinkled there like paint splattered onto a blank wall.

“I love you too, sweetheart. I hope I did alright for our first date.” He said.

Smiling against his chest, you said, “You did more than alright, baby.”

Dean’s fingers delicately skipped up and down your back as he held you while you danced together. The scent of stale beer and peanuts hung in the air while the faint scent of his cologne clung to his shirt; you almost forgot music was actually playing.

His lips collided with yours as he cupped your cheeks, you gasped against his mouth and tightly clung to him like you didn’t want to let him go.

“You mind if we take a detour on the way home?” He asked with a sly smile.

Confused, you replied, “A detour? Where?”

“I’m still half hard thinkin’ about you with that knife in your boot. Thought maybe we could practice making a sibling for Charlie, and show you what Baby’s spacious back seat looks like.” Dean said with a wink.

Glancing down at the floor, you bit down on your bottom lip and then replied, “Spacious huh? It doesn’t look that big. And they do say practice makes perfect.”

“It’s bigger than you think.” Said Dean with one corner of his mouth turned up and raised eyebrows.

His words sent delightful shivers down your spine but also brought tears to your eyes.

Dean didn’t forget what Charlie had asked for and maybe he did think about you actually becoming a part of their little family and the possibility of making it just a little bit bigger. The thought of having a family never crossed your mind until you met Dean and Charlie, even Sam.

You thought being a hunter was your path of life but maybe it was time to drive down a different path, time to start doing more things that made you happy, and make new memories with people that love you.

But for now, your first date had turned out better than you ever thought it could be.

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zb1 overhearing you on the phone . . !

☆! ot9 x gn!reader. semi-angst. roughly 4.4k words. requested. ‎‎‎‎‎‎ㅤ[ 🎧 ] now playing . . dangerously by charlie puth

a/n: yujin is involved here! i wrote his part in a platonic matter. but it’s up to you if you’ll look at it romantically. also m/n = member’s name.

?! context

you were lounging at home by yourself, on the phone with a friend

the both of you were just chatting about random stuff

complaining about stuff from school, home, what have you

when you didn’t hear the front door open, and (m/n) stepping inside

practice ended early so he came home to surprise you

but it was him who was surprised with what he overheard

more utc.

% . . kim jiwoong

he was sooo excited to come home early and surprise you

he’d been spending extra hours at the company practicing lately

so the extra time with you was definitely a long time coming

but when he was about to burst the door to your room open, he overheard you and your friend’s conversation

“yeah it’s getting tiring, honestly.” you’d say on the phone “he never has the time anymore, it’s frustrating.”

his heart sinks at your words. you weren’t talking about him.. were you?

maybe he was just feeling guilty for not having enough time for you

but when he heard you say, “yeah maybe i should just drop him. i dunno.” he couldn’t help but to burst the door open

“oh, babe, you’re home!” you’d exclaim and end the call immediately

you’d throw yourself into jiwoong’s arms, excited and pleasantly surprised to see him home so early

but when he wasn’t reciprocating your affection, you got suspicious.

“what’s wrong?”

“were you talking about me?” he’d ask, voice a little shaky because he was so scared :( poor darling

“huh???” you’d be so confused, too, not really sure what jiwoong was talking about

“on the phone. were you talking about me?” he asks

and your heart would literally break in half when you realize. he must’ve thought that you were complaining about him.

“oh god, love no!” you’d try to reassure him. “i was talking about my professor, i swear! he’s been MIA recently because he's been coaching some of the younger students. so my friend and i were talking about dropping his class. i promise it wasn’t about you.”

then, jiwoong would feel sooo embarrassed once your words sinked in

“oh,,,”

the tip of his ears would turn pink and he’d be so bashful

“sorry???” he’d try to apologize

“nono, it’s okay, i’m sorry too~”

the two of you would then spend the rest of the day in bed together, cuddling and making up for what happened

you swear jiwoong was holding you a little tighter than usual though

not that you were complaining

% . . zhang hao

zhanghao’s usually not the one to jump into conclusions

but god the way you were sounding so angry on the phone made him anxious

he could hear you fuming while you were ranting to your friend

“god he’s so stupid!!” he wasn’t sure who you were talking about, so he decided to eavesdrop for a little bit

“i can’t believe that i’ve been pretending that i like him. i mean, he genuinely thinks i do! he’s so dumb.”

you haven’t told him anything recently so his mind immediately went to the worst case scenario

were you talking about him?

“i’ve never liked him, not once! he’s always so—“

you weren’t even finished talking when zhanghao opened the door, alerting you of his presence

“oh, hao.” you mumbled, still a little overwhelmed with emotions so you tried to regulate them for a moment

“sorry, i was on the phone, i didn’t hear you come in.” you’d say, ending the call with your friend

“is everything okay?” he asks, wanting to check on you first

he also didn’t want to assume things, but he couldn’t help but to panic deep inside

“yeah, i was just ranting to my friend, sorry.” you say

“about who?” he’d ask, trying to check if you'd lie or say anything that would give away his suspicions

“huh?” you’d be confused for a second, til’ it sank into your head that he must’ve heard your conversation with your friend.

“oh! did you hear that? i was just ranting about my orgmate. he got promoted to a higher position and it made me upset because i don’t like him.” you explain, calmly

and zhanghao, having a lot of trust in you, believes your words. he also remembers you telling a story related to this orgmate of yours

“ah, is this the freeloader?” he asks

“yes! ugh.” you’d grumble, continuing on another rant

zhanghao’s worries would alleviate once you finished explaining.

thank god he didn’t overreact.

% . . sung hanbin

hanbin felt so giddy making his way up the stairs to surprise you in your room

he had planned to make a big entrance to greet you, too, wanting to burst the door open to alert you of his presence

but he stopped in his tracks just by the entrance of your bedroom, overhearing the conversation you were sharing with your friend on the phone

"hm? yeah he's not here with me." he heard you say. "yeah, yeah i'm alone at home."

he wasn't sure what you were talking about, so he tried to eavesdrop a little to hear what you were saying

"honestly yeah. he's gotten quite annoying." he heard you say

hanbin could feel his heart sink down to his feet. he immediately assumed you were talking about him, because who else would you be talking about?

"i'm so glad he isn't home, too. imagine how much i'd have to put up with if he was."

by this point, hanbin was already fighting tears. he retreated to the living room in order to calm himself down, and to wait for you to finish your call

once you were done, he sent you a text message, letting you know that you were home earlier than expected

you rush out of the room, excited to see your boyfriend

but before you could greet him, you were immediately shocked by hanbin's tear-stricken face

"baby what happened?????" you were completely oblivious to what he just heard

"do you not like me anymore." he'd sob, completely riddled with grief

"what?? of course i do!!!" you tried to comfort him by wrapping your arms around him. "what brought this on?"

"heard you" sob "on the phone." he'd say in between sobs.

it'd take a few moments for you to understood what he meant, until his words finally sink in

"oh my god," you'd exclaim. "baby, i wasn't talking about you!! i was talking about my cat!"

he'd look up at you, confused

"remember my old, grumpy cat that i didn't like?? the one i left at home with mom??? i was talking to my childhood friend about him on the phone!! i wasn't talking about you."

then, after a while, he'd hide his face in his hands, whining in embarrassment

"i'm so dumb-!" he'd exclaim

feeling guilty, you try to console him, "no you're not!"

the two of you spend the rest of the day cuddled on the couch, comforting and reassuring hanbin all the while.

% . . seok matthew

matthew had an entire day's plan in his head for when he got home to you that day

he was very thankful for the early dismissal from practice, and he was not about to waste this day

he wanted to surprise you and take you out for the day, he even got dressed and was ready to pick you up from your apartment

he went in expecting to see you excited, but the only thing he heard was you talking on the phone in your room

not wanting to disrupt your conversation, he waited for you to finish

so he couldn't help but to catch some of the things you were telling your friend

"do i miss him? yeah of course i do." you say "been a while since we spent some time together."

he smiled secretly, assuming you were talking about him. the situation was perfect, he really couldn't wait to surprise you

but his smile would fade once he'd hear the rest of your conversation

"but.. i don't know. i think we're better off apart. he can be a bit much sometimes." you say

his heart would break at what he had heard

he was already feeling insecure with where he stood in your relationship, hearing this didn't help at all

you must've noticed him standing by the door, because you suddenly call out his name

"oh, matthew!" you'd exclaim, surprised to see your boyfriend

seeing his sullen expression, you end the call with your friend and move towards him. "is everything okay?"

"are you gonna break up with me?" his mouth moved faster than he could think, so many things were running in his head, and he was panicking at the thought that the two of you would break up

"what?? no i'm not! are you?" you'd ask

"no." he said. "but you said.. we're better off apart.."

you could see the tears forming in his eyes, and that pushed you to wrap your arms around him

"nonono darling, i wasn't talking about you." you said. "i was talking about my uncle. he's coming to town in a week and my mom wants me to hang out with him. you know i don't like him that much."

"oh." he snapped out of his trance, your words taking their time to sink in his head

"i'm not breaking up with you now, nor am i ever going to, okay?" you reassure him

he'd feel embarrassed, wiping the tears off of his face. "sorry.."

"it's okay, do you wanna come lay down with me?"

whatever he had planned for the day got thrown out of the window

and you spent hours in bed, just talking and cuddling, trying to forget about what just happened

but as long as the two of you were okay, matthew doesn't mind anything

% . . kim taerae

taerae was ready to surprise you that day

when he was allowed to leave early for the day, he immediately rushed to buy food and snacks at a nearby store

he wanted to have a lazy day in with you, just watching movies and hanging out together

although he knows that you prefer going out on dates, taerae was far too tired from practice to do anything else, so he thought that this was a good compromise

he was about to burst through your door, prepared to relax and take a break with his favorite person

when he overheard you on the phone with a friend

"yeah i probably can't go to the party." you'd say "nah, it's just, i don't wanna go on my own."

feeling curious, he decided to keep listening.

"hm? nah, you know he's busy. he'll never come with me."

although taerae didn't want to seem vain, he couldn't help but to assume that you were talking about him

"yeah i know. he's never has time, it's frustrating. i mean, can't he spare a day and hang out with us?"

taerae wanted to be optimistic, but things weren't looking good. he was sure that you were talking about him, and it made him feel guilty.

a few minutes later, you end the call with your friend, and that signaled taerae to let his presence be known

he walked through the door, eliciting a surprised gasp from you

"taetae! you're home early." you say, excited, however, you can't help but to notice how gloomy he looked

"yeah." he said with no ounce of emotion. "i-i wanted to surprise you. do.. do you wanna go out?"

your eyebrows furrowed "aren't you tired from practice?"

"yeah but-" by now, you could definitely tell that something wrong was going on

"taerae, tell me what's wrong."

"i just.. i heard you on the phone.." he said "i feel really guilty and i know you wanna go out so, do you wanna--"

"wait, wait," you cut him off, "you thought i was talking about you?"

"well, yeah." he replied. "weren't you?"

you couldn't help but laugh, your heart swelling a little at taerae being so concerned

"i was talking about my old friend, bub. you know, the one who got a girlfriend and suddenly disappeared from our radar?"

"oh." he stood there awkwardly, suddenly feeling red-faced

"we keep inviting him to parties and get-togethers but he never comes. he's always saying that he's busy with his girlfriend."

he nodded dumbly. you couldn't help but wrap your arms around him, cooing at how adorable he was

"sorry, i just assumed.." he tried to explain

"no need to explain, i get it. but don't ever think you'd have to prioritize me over your health and career, mkay? i can always wait."

you notice the bag of snacks he carried when he came through the door

"oh, let's have a movie night!" you suggest, unaware that that was taerae's plan all along

he smiled, realizing how lucky he was to have such an understanding s/o like you

% . . shen quanrui

to say that ricky was excited to see you after practice was an understatement

you hadn't had the chance to hang out for a few weeks now, and he was getting pretty restless

ricky's not exactly the type that wears his emotions on his sleeves, so he would never admit it out loud, but he missed you so much, it was getting frustrating

he wanted to spend the entire day with you at home, just lounging and catching up on everything that's been going on with the both of you lately

but as he made his way inside your apartment, he could hear you talking and laughing with a friend on your phone

although he didn't want to eavesdrop, he could practically hear your voice reverberating through the entire apartment

"it's so embarrassing!" he heard you laugh.

he didn't want to bother you and your friend either, so he waited for you to finish the call

but when he heard your continuous laughter, he couldn't help but listen in

"i swear, i have no idea who told him he was good." you said. "he can't even dance!"

he wasn't sure who you were talking about, but something in his gut was telling him that you might be talking about him

"someone really needs to tell him that he's not as good as he thinks he is." you laughed. "no i won't, why me?!"

your words, plus the insecurity he’s been feeling with their debut nearing caused ricky’s mind to go up in flames

half of his brain, the ones that trusted you, wanted to believe that you were just talking about someone else

but the other half, the one who controls his insecurities, was jumping into conclusions and assuming the worst

what if you were talking about him?

unable to control his anxiety, he decided to confront you about it

entering your room, he takes you by surprise. “babe!” you call out

quickly saying goodbye to your friend, you run up to ricky, expecting him to embrace you

but when he didn’t move a muscle, you got confuses

“ricky?”

“what were you guys talking about?” he asked, voice shaking

“oh.” you were still oblivious, but continued to explain “my friend and i were talking about this from our dance class..”

although he really wanted to believe you, he was starting to feel unconfident. “are you telling the truth?”

“what? of course i am.” then, you realize at that moment. “did you think we were talking about you?”

ricky didn’t respond, feeling embarrassed and upset

“oh babe, i swear it wasn’t you.” you pouted. “this guy in our class was just bragging about how he should be the center for our performance, when he couldn’t even follow the steps to our choreography.”

you kept explaining, and even gave ricky evidence of you and your friend’s text messages “see?”

he sighed, finally wrapping his arms around you. “sorry.” he said, burying his face in your hair in embarrassment

“it’s okay, i’m sorry too. i didn’t know you were home already.”

after apologies have been in order, ricky decides to invite you for dinner outside, to forget about what just happened

it wasn’t in his plan but what can he say

he definitely deserves a fun night out with you after that fiasco

% . . kim gyuvin

gyuvin couldn't be more excited to come home after an early end from their company that day

he was thinking of all of the things the two of you could do, since he's been incredibly busy with school and practice

although, he was a little worried about you because he's been unintentionally neglecting you recently

not being able to visit you at your apartment, leaving you on read, he even declined an invitation to come with you to your friend's birthday party

so he swears that he'll make up for all of it today

he saved up a lot of his allowance to buy you a huge bouquet of roses

and a pretty necklace he saw you eyeing online a couple weeks ago

he even went out of his way to buy the two of you dinner for later so you wouldn't have to cook or leave the house to buy food

he entered your apartment, preparing to surprise you

but when he heard you talking on the phone, he hesitated

he didn't want to be rude because you might be having an important conversation

"who? oh yeah he's cute!" he heard you explain.

not one to assume, gyuvin didn't think much of what you were talking about

he busied himself with getting his gifts ready, making sure the flowers weren't crooked or that the necklace was still on its box

however, he couldn't help but to overhear your conversation

"i know, i saw him last night." you said, and that raised a few alarms inside gyuvin's head. "i can't see him again tonight, no."

worried about what it was, he decided to keep listening by your door. "you know why! my boyfriend will be furious!"

deciding not to let this carry on further, gyuvin pushed the door open. "[y/n]?"

"oh, gyuvin!" to your surprise, gyuvin stood by the entrance of your room. "you're home early!"

you ended the phone call and tried to give him a hug, but to your shock, gyuvin merely pushed you away

"what were you talking about?" it was the first time you heard gyuvin talk so seriously. it was so unlike him to be so somber

"hm? oh me and my friend were just chatting.." you said, and it was pretty obvious that you were hiding something

"about what?" he pried, feeling incredibly nervous about the situation

"nothing! it was nothing, gyu."

"tell me the truth, [y/n]."

not wanting to push it, you finally tell him the truth

you sigh, "fine. my friend and i were talking about this cute puppy i've been visiting in the shelter near our campus. i've been wanting to adopt him but i didn't wanna say anything because i wanted to surprise you."

preparing for the worst, gyuvin was half-expecting that you were going to admit that you've been seeing someone else

but this was totally out of his expectations

he looked at you, dumbfounded and feeling a little shameful

"gyu?" you, meanwhile, were utterly confused "you good?"

he cleared his throat, "yeah. yeah i'm fine."

deciding not to tell you the truth (half because he was embarrassed, and half because he was scared he'd offend you if he found out that he suspected you of cheating) he leaves the topic alone

"what're you doing home so early?" before he could respond, you were leaving the room, "wait! lemme go get changed first, these clothes are pretty dirty."

without you in the room, gyuvin was left to laugh at himself for what had happened. he truly felt stupid, but he let it go, realizing that he could trust you, and that you were never gonna break his heart like that

"what are--? gyuvin, these are beautiful!" he heard you yell from the living room

oh, shoot! his surprise!

% . . park gunwook

thankful for finishing practice early that day, gunwook was exhausted

he just wanted to come home and rest since he hasn't had a day-off in a while

he was also looking forward to spending some time with you, even if it was only to nap or to chill in bed for the entire evening

entering your apartment, gunwook planned to go straight to your bedroom and nap for a while

but he realized you were in there, and that you were on the phone with someone

judging by your voice, he figured you were having an important discussion with someone, so he decided not to bother you

"no, we haven't talked yet." he heard you say on the phone

he tried his best not to eavesdrop, but with the apartment being small as it is, he was unable to avoid hearing your voice

"yeah, yeah i'll talk to him soon. i'll tell him that it's over."

gunwook couldn't help but to have a bad feeling about what you were saying

his exhaustion was causing him to overthink, add the fact that the two of you haven't talked in a good while

"no, he'll be fine. yeah i don't care."

hearing you say those words hurt him, and he knew he was probably being stupid in assuming things, but he couldn't help it

he was tired and just wanted to spend some time with you

so realizing that you might be breaking up with him was his last straw

"you're breaking up with me?" he burst through the door, entering your bedroom while you were still on the phone

"wha-- gunwook?" you quickly dropped the call. "what are you doing home so early?"

"you're breaking up with me." he repeated, but this time his voice was softer, his hands shaking as his fought his tears

"i'm not, what are you talking ab--" you realize it then

"wook, you weren't, i wasn't talking about you!" you couldn't help but to let out a soft laugh

you tried your best to stay serious, seeing as gunwook was having a conundrum inside his head right now, but you couldn't help but to find the situation a little funny

"i was talking about my dad!" you exclaim

he stood there, staring at you with a confused expression. what were you talking about?

"i found out that i failed one of my classes, so i was talking with my friend about it. she asked me if i told my dad yet, and i said i'll tell him the news."

when your words sunk in, he grimaced in embarrassment. "oh."

you laughed, moving to give him a tight hug. "aw wookie, did you think i was gonna break up with you?"

feeling kinda sheepish, he rubbed his nape. "yeah.."

"i would never!"

it was safe to say that you two ended up cuddled in bed all night, with gunwook refusing to let you leave his arms

you'd rather stay in them, anyway

% . . han yujin

having finished practice early, yujin made a beeline straight to your house right after

the two of you haven't hung out recently, and he made a promise to you a while back that you'll spend a day together once he had free time. perfect timing!

yujin planned to play video games and to just chat with you the entire day, but he couldn't call or message you because his phone battery died that morning

regardless, he made his way to your house, entering on his own since yujin was pretty much a regular at your place now

however, that particular day, you were on a call with another friend

and yujin didn't want to be rude, so he stayed put outside your door, waiting for the right time to enter

his proximity to your room made him susceptible to hearing your phone call

so even though he didn't mean to, he could hear everything you were saying

"yeah, no. he's alright, i guess." it seemed like you were talking about someone "no he's okay! but.. i dunno."

now curious about the conversation, yujin listened in

"he's nice! but i don't like him that much." you said "he's kinda immature, y'know? definitely not a good trait for a guy his age."

now yujin didn't want to assume things, but his hopes were getting pretty low. were you guys talking about him?

unfortunately, before yujin could leave, your eyes meet and he freezes on his spot

"oh, yujin!" you exclaim, surprised to see him after such a long time

bidding goodbye to your friend on your phone, you gesture for yujin to come in

"when did you get here? i thought you were busy!"

"yeah, haha. practice ended early so i came here.." he explained. you could tell that something was wrong, but you didn't wanna pry, so instead you asked him about something else

"how's training by the way? can't believe i'm best friends with a future idol!" you proudly say

hearing this, he can't help but to scoff, thinking that you were being sarcastic

your eyebrows furrow in confusion. "what?"

"nothing." he says

"there's gotta be something if you're acting like that. c'mon, tell me."

he sighs, deciding to be truthful to you. "fine. i heard you on the phone. do you really think i'm that immature?"

you don't respond for a while, trying to put the pieces together. yujin must've took it the wrong way

"y'know what, i'll just go home."

"no, wait!" you grab his wrist, stopping him. finally, you put two and two together. "did you think we were talking about you?"

"who else would you talk about?" he grumbled

you huffed, "we were talking about spiderman! my friend and i were arguing which spiderman we liked best and i said i didn't like tom holland's spiderman because he's kinda immature."

he blinked, stunned for a few seconds. "oh?"

you laughed, playfully hitting him in the arm. "you think i was talking trash about you behind your back?"

he rolled his eyes, but laughed with you anyway. he agreed that it was pretty stupid for him to think that way

but he was glad that you weren't badmouthing him anyway.

"whatever, i'm sorry."

"it's fine." you gave him a small hug

"but how can you not like tom holland's spiderman???? he's like the best one!"

"here we go again."

a/n: this took FOREVER to write. some parts seemed a little repetitive and i apologize for that >< (plus this post was deleted twice and i had to rewrite it halfway through)

#?! sinag.works — 📋#?! sinag.works :: zb1 — 📋#zb1 reactions #zb1 imagines #zb1 x reader #zb1 scenarios #zb1 headcanons #zb1 drabbles #zb1 fluff #kpop reactions #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios #kpop headcanons #kpop drabbles #kpop fluff #zb1 #zerobaseone

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ruija · 2 years ago

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A trip down memory lane - TMNT 2003

So. The 20th anniversary of 2003 Ninja turtles was a little while ago, but I didn’t have time to draw anything for it 👉👈💦 BUT, I wanted to do SOMETHING for it, even a bit late.

For context, TMNT 2003 was my introducion to the franchise. Back when it started airing, I was 9yo and was immediately hooked. I think it’s the series/fandom that has stuck with me the strongest across the years. Even if I’d have long periods, even couple year brakes from it, I always dip back at some point. Usually it’d happen by me suddenly having a dream about the turtles, and then going like “Oh, is it that time again? Guess I’ll go check some fanworks, then.” ANYWAY, I thought it’d be fun to dig up some old art and do some redrawing hehheh. Hopefully yall find these somewhat entertaining, I’ve been equal parts cackling and cringing lmao!

Here we have THE FIRST EVER Leonardo I’ve ever drawn! (Made when I was 9) I’m honestly very charmed and kinda impressed by it. Like, he looks really funky and dynamic! That pose and the way the bandanna tails are flying adds really nice movement and energy to the drawing! It was really fun to use it as a base, because the elements of it were already working well!

Also there’s Splinter I drew around that same time. He also has a lot of funny personality haha! (Sorry Splints for being too lazy to redraw you)

(More art and reminiscing under read more!)

BY THE WAY. I’m FUCKING DEVASTATED that I was not able to find a third drawing I remember from this period. It featured Splinter being drunk while Leo looks on horrified. Why? I don’t know. Little Ruija thought it was really funny I guess. Anyway, here’s an imitation piece for demonstration:

Truly shocking. Bad Parent Splinter AU? (I have a suspicion the original is MIA, because I got too embarrassed by it at some point. But I will not lose hope, maybe it’ll turn up someday🙏)

I think the next time I drew fanart of ninja nurtles was when I was 11-12yo and joined Devianart. The account I used to have doesn’t exist anymore, so I wasn’t able to recover files from that time. My only hope is to come across some originals in my old art folders 💦 💦 I have really fond memories from that time. Was quite active in the Sonic and TMNT fandom.

This was drawn when I was 13, I think. I’m sensing... a bit of a fictional crush there. And- Wait a minute. Is that...? ENHANCE

DONNIE?!

Biblically accurate recreation.

Karai from same time period. It’s probably a lesser known fact, that in several iterations, she’s usually among my fave characters.

Grumpy Raph my beloved! This is from when I was 14. Those thighs are tragically skinny! This obviously had to be rectified.

Somewhere in the 14-15yo range. I think I had already picked up a special fondness for Leo+Mikey dynamic <3

And then... I got kind of a whiplash when this piece jumped out from my folders:

What a weird experience. I guess this particular visual spoke to me even 13 years ago.

Well, here’s another one to the pile.

Last piece has a bit of a timeskip! It’s from 2013 ( I was 18yo) and the original post is actually on this blog!

I’ve actually been wanting to redraw this piece anyway, but with my HC of Donnie being really tall, haha. (I keep squinting at Leo and how he turned out very femme in this... Oh well, he/she’s just rocking some transswag)

PHEW! This was fun! Made me feel extremely fond, thinking about how excited my younger selves would be to see these redrawings haha.

Earlier I said I didn’t have any works archived from my old DA account, but surprisingly I had a couple screenshots like this:

Back then (2005-2007 in this case) personal websites were common, including ones dedicated to fandom-content. A Japanese tmnt fan going by Sakan-san also had one called FREAKfreak. (She was also on DA) Her art was gorgeous and I thought she was like the best and coolest tmnt artist ever.

Her webpage had this PAINTchat on it and both Japanese and Western fans would gather there to draw together. Sakan-san would often post the collabs in her gallery afterwards. There were a couple times I was able to join a session with them too, which I was over the moon about! (In the screenshot the bottom right segment was mine lol). It was really cool, that they included a novice artist with extremely broken english amongst them.

Seeing these screenshorts made me remember how much I admired Sakan-san and wanted to draw like her. And then realizing, that now I can✨

Another memorable interaction from that time is when I was chatting with some older fans. By the time I got on DA, my country had only dubbed and aired the first two seasons of the 2003 series. I kept seeing fanart of Leo with his shellscar and got curious. I asked the others where he gets it.

They told me he put dynamite on it.

And then said it’s better if I go watch the episodes myself. Fortunately I was able to find and watch rest of the series after that, haha.

Maybe that’s enough reminiscing for now! Thanks for the company and all the lovely memories TMNT 2003 <3

I hope you all can also keep creating and having fun within this fandom, for years to come! 💙❤️💜🧡💚

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #leonardo #michelangelo #master splinter #raphael #donatello #oroku karai #long post #redraw #old art

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moeitsu · 4 months ago

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I’m sorry I’ve been MIA my friends. I just haven’t had the motivation to interact with social media, guess I’m a little burnt out! But anyways, quick update; i am still working on my fanfic. Ch 17 is about 1/3 of the way done, it’s just taking a very long time. I write a little bit every now and then. But like I’ve said before, I don’t want to provide anything half-ass. So I’m still taking my time with it to ensure that it’s the best of my ability :)

I’ve also been reading A LOT lately, mainly old westerns and Western romances. Which, truthfully, i do believe it’s helped me with my writing and given me lots of inspiration!

Thanks for everything guys, I hope I can fall back into a rhythm soon and start posting more frequently.

#fanfic update #life update #arthur morgan #rdr2 #ao3 fanfic #burnout #writers block

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differentpostrebel · 27 days ago

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Lost and Found: A Pirate's Promise

Chapter 43: A Dangerous Sweetness

This gif because we in the seducing woods for this part.

And this gif because we got Sanji kicking Yonji for even mentioning y/n.

A/N: we are back at it again with a new chapter! I finally got back my Wifi! And it's also my moms birthday today so, I'm sorry if I have been a bit MIA lately, but I will be dropping two new chapters today! And when I tell you… I have so many ideas for the wedding and I'm debating on so many things, but one thing for sure is we will get musical numbers in there or two. Also, Pudding is 21 here, and we also got that Ichiji POV, and Sanji POV. Thank you guys for following along, commenting, reblogging, liking, and just enjoying the series as much as I do.

Word Count: 7.5K

Sanji X Reader, Sanji x Y/N, One piece X Reader.

Nami POV…

Moments after Y/N left the Cafe:

"Where are you going?" I asked Y/N, my voice filled with concern as she paused by the door. She turned back to give me a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, I'll be right back," she said before walking out.

"Poor girl must have a lot on her mind," I thought, watching her leave. I turned back to Pudding, who had been speaking softly to us. "I'm sorry, I never asked for your names?" she asked in a sweet voice while pouring tea.

"My name is Monkey D. Luffy, and I'm going to be king of the—" Luffy started, mouth full of food, before I quickly shut his mouth.

Pudding tensed. Her eyes darted over to Luffy. "Luffy?" she repeated, her voice rising with alarm. "Your name is Luffy?" Her voice pitched into a high shriek. "Now that I look closer, I do recognize you! You're Strawhat Luffy!" she screamed.

"That's right, and I'm going to be King of the Pirates!" Luffy announced proudly, grinning like an idiot.

I slapped my forehead. "Where’s Y/N when you need her?" I groaned internally. Brook chimed in from the corner, shaking his head. "We're all dead men walking now..."

Pudding backed away, wide-eyed and trembling. "Wait a minute... you people aren't really the Straw Hat Pirates, are you?" she said, voice cracking.

"Yup, we are!" Luffy replied confidently. "Except we’re missing one—she's outside," he added, referring to Y/N.

"Sanji’s crewmates are here... It can’t be true!" Pudding gasped.

Luffy slammed the table in frustration. "I just told you it is! Are you even listening to me? Wait... do you know Sanji?" he asked, the realization finally hitting him.

Pudding was still stunned, unable to process it all. "Hang on a sec... Why do I feel like I’ve heard that name before..." I muttered, deep in thought.

"Wait a minute!" I yelled, my mind connecting the dots. "You're seriously the lady who’s supposed to marry Sanji?! Big Mom’s daughter?!" I exclaimed, shocked.

Pudding blushed and nodded shyly.

"Sanji is so lucky!" Brook cried out. "What a beautiful bride-to-be!"

"Brook! What are you talking about? Sanji’s engaged to Y/N!" Luffy blurted out, and I swiftly knocked him on the head.

"Enough of that!" I scolded, frustrated.

"I don’t understand... You’re not even Mama’s allies. How did you get through Tart's security? If she finds out you’re here, you’ll all be killed!" Pudding's voice trembled as she grabbed a knife, creating distance between us. "You’re the Straw Hat Pirates! You’re all scary pirates too!" she squeaked.

"Help me!" she cried out.

"Relax, it’s okay. We won’t attack you," I said, trying to calm the situation.

Pedro suddenly lunged forward, putting his blade to Pudding’s neck. "Hey, Luffy, want me to kill her?" he asked nonchalantly.

"What did I just say?!" I yelled, exasperated.

Luffy waved his hand dismissively. "You can let her go, Pedro. Don’t worry, we just came to rescue Sanji and stop Y/N’s wedding," he said with his signature smile.

Minutes passed, and Pudding finally relaxed. "So... that's what you want," she said, sipping her tea again. "You plan to take him away... I knew it. Mama is forcing him, but that's the way she does business," Pudding explained, her voice somber. "One of my older sisters ran away to find a husband of her choosing," she added, her words causing me to think back.

"You want to know something else? All of Big Mom's Pirates are blood relatives."

"Hey, Pudding, have you met Sanji yet?" Chopper asked while munching on the chocolate table.

Pudding blushed, smiling shyly. "We met only once," she admitted.

Pudding went on to talk about Sanji. "We like the same things... and he’s so manly!" she gushed.

"Wait, I recognize that expression... You love him, don’t you?" Brook said, leaning forward.

Pudding blushed even more, turning crimson.

"You’re in love with Sanji! Tell us!" I exclaimed.

"Y/N, where are you!" I thought, suddenly feeling the absence of her calm presence.

Pedro, still suspicious, suggested tying Pudding up, fearing she might reveal our location. "If we don't, she’ll tell Big Mom, and we’ll never find Sanji," Pedro warned.

"Excuse me..." Pudding said softly, her voice trembling again. "I swear I won’t tell Mama. Your secret’s safe with me," she promised, though Pedro wasn’t entirely convinced.

Pudding then agreed to help us find Sanji, and while Pedro remained wary, she began drawing a map for us.

"Despite everything, I dreamed of marrying for love, ever since I was a little girl," Pudding shared, her voice tinged with sadness. "Then, one day, I got to meet my Sanji. I was surprised that the groom was someone so wonderful, but right before our meeting ended, he told me something."

We all leaned in, hanging on her every word.

"He said, 'I really would like to marry you, but I’m afraid I just can’t. Because I’m already engaged to another... and I love her. I love my princess, Y/N.' And he also said that he wanted to go back to be with his friends," she said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"What?! Sanji rejected a girl?!" we all gasped in disbelief.

"Oh wow... if he said no to you, then he must really love Y/N and our crew," Luffy said, trying to fight back his tears.

"I know that princess..." Pudding began, her voice cracking for a moment before she regained composure. "I know Y/N is set to marry Ichiji, who is Sanji’s brother. He’s a great guy as well. She’s very lucky," Pudding said softly.

I exchanged glances with the crew.

As Y/N walked back into the room, all eyes turned to her, and I couldn't help but feel a tinge of concern. She looked calm, though a bit confused as she glanced around the room. I asked, trying to break the tension, "How was the walk?"

"Great, actually," Y/N replied with a light smile. "Someone even dropped me off to get here. He's right out..." She turned around toward the door, her brows furrowing when she noticed the person she was referring to was no longer there. "Strange, he's no longer there," she added as she walked further inside.

There was a shift in the room's energy as soon as she entered. Pudding, who had just moments ago been calm, suddenly tensed up. I caught a glimpse of something dark flicker across her expression—was it... a glare? It was subtle, but unmistakable. Pudding’s eyes fixated on Y/N for a second longer than felt comfortable.

Y/N, oblivious to the change, cheerfully asked, "So, what did I miss?"

I tried to keep my voice steady as I answered, “Oh, just a lot of... talking. Pudding was helping us find a way to Sanji and gave us a map.”

Y/N nodded but her gaze briefly flickered to Pudding, sensing the tension. Pudding, now all smiles again, quickly shifted her attention back to the rest of us, but I couldn’t shake the feeling something was off. It was as if Y/N's presence had changed everything in Pudding's demeanor, like she was hiding something.

I decided to keep quiet, but inwardly I thought, "What is going on with Pudding, and why did she react like that to Y/N?"

Y/N POV…

I sensed the tension between Pudding and me, and honestly, it didn’t sit right with me. I couldn't figure out why—I hadn’t done anything to the girl, and we’d just met. But the way she looked at me earlier... there was something off about it.

Brook chimed in, wiping away tears. "You're such a gracious young lady, hard to believe you're the daughter of someone so scary."

"Daughter of someone scary?" I thought, processing his words. I knew she was Big Mom’s daughter, but hearing it phrased that way hit differently. Was she dangerous? Could she be trusted? My instincts screamed no. Did I trust her? Hell no. She felt like someone hiding secrets, and possibly a lot of them.

“This is great, thanks!” Luffy said, his carefree tone snapping me out of my thoughts as he practically inhaled the food on the table.

Then, a knock came at the door. “Lady Pudding, your escort is ready,” a voice called from outside.

Pudding turned to us with a smile, her earlier tension gone like it had never existed. “I’ve found a way for you all to sneak out,” she said sweetly, acting like nothing was wrong.

I kept my face neutral, but inside, I couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Was she helping us? Sure. But did I trust her? Hell no. Something about this girl just wasn’t adding up. And I had a feeling those secrets she was hiding might be more dangerous than we realized.

Ichiji POV…

“No problem… my fiancée,” I said softly, watching her disappear into the café. My eyes lingered on the door long after she was out of sight. Slowly, I brought my hand up to the spot where she had planted that brief, innocent peck on my cheek. A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I felt the warmth of the touch.

"I finally see you." The thought echoed in my mind, igniting something possessive deep within me. That fleeting moment wasn’t enough. Now that I had seen her, I couldn’t shake the overwhelming desire to make sure she was always by my side, where she belonged.

Seeing you in that white dress... It had been perfect, a vision I’d never forget. She was everything I imagined and more. There was no way I’d let her slip away from me now.

Just then, my transponder snail rang, pulling me from my thoughts. I ducked into an alleyway, out of sight, and answered the call. "Ichiji, where the hell are you?!" Niji's voice barked through the line, full of irritation.

"Knock it off, I’m here in Chocolat Town," I responded, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice.

"Are you forgetting the plan for our father?" he snapped.

"No, I haven’t. But I was picking up some things for my fiancée's arrival, and, well, time just seemed to pass by." I said, though my mind was elsewhere. Or better yet, seeing you... I thought, the image of Y/N still vivid in my mind. The way she smiled, the soft warmth of her touch... it was all mine. Soon, she would be.

"I’ll be there in five minutes," I added, hanging up the transponder snail.

I pulled out my raid suit from beneath my dress shirt and, in an instant, was fully suited up. My shoes squeaked as I made my way through Chocolat Town, my pace quick but deliberate. I grabbed what I needed: a bouquet of flowers, a nice bottle of wine—something she would like—and even stopped at the same shop where Y/N had tried on her ring. The shopkeeper, knowing exactly who I was, handed me the wedding ring she had worn, already set in a delicate box. Perfect. This will be the start.

Minutes passed, and I was already sailing with Niji toward Brock Collie Island, my mind consumed with thoughts of her. The want, the desire... it pulsed through me stronger than before. The image of her in that dress, the feel of her lips brushing against my cheek—it was a moment I craved to relive, but this time, there would be no interruptions.

We flew toward the mayor of the island, landing with a quiet yet commanding presence. The moment his eyes fell upon us, I could see the fear creep into his expression. "You're a sight for sore eyes," he greeted, his voice shaky. "Also, congratulations on your engagement to the princess." His attempt at pleasantries was pathetic.

"Skip the chit chat," I said coldly, not in the mood for his groveling.

"R-Right then, I'll brief you," he stammered, pulling out a crumpled piece of paper, probably some report he thought we'd care about.

"Don't bother," Niji interrupted with a smirk. "I take it you have the money ready?"

"Y-Yes, but..." the mayor hesitated, his eyes darting nervously from the paper to us.

"That's all we needed to hear," I cut him off sharply, no interest in hearing his excuses. "Now stand back and watch."

Our subordinates, all gathered behind us, stood tall and silent, ready for whatever came next. I glanced at Niji, both of us knowing this would be more than just a simple transaction. The air was thick with tension, but to me, it felt like excitement. I smirked as I anticipated the chaos that was about to unfold.

This was about to be eventful—just the way I liked it.

Chaos erupted around me as our subordinates began taking down the soldiers stationed on the island. Their screams and the sound of gunfire filled the air, but it all felt distant to me, almost like background noise.

“Are we done here?” I asked, barely glancing at the carnage.

“Yes, sir,” a subordinate replied promptly.

“Good, let’s go,” I said, already tired of this trivial conquest.

But as I turned to leave, a voice filled with rage broke through the chaos. “You killed my wife... you killed my children... you left my family in ruins!” yelled one of the surviving soldiers, his hands trembling as he aimed a gun at me. “I’ll send you to hell where you Germa bastards belong!”

Before he could pull the trigger, I smirked, unfazed. “Wall,” I commanded, and in an instant, one of my men stepped in, shielding me from the bullet without hesitation.

I turned back around, casually strolling toward the soldier. His fear was palpable now, and it only fueled my disdain. Grabbing his gun, I twisted it out of his hands as though it were a toy. “I can’t believe this took four hours. I could be with my fiancée right now,” I said, my voice low and cold. “Our wedding is soon, along with my brothers’. I don’t give a damn about your family or your war. They’re both irrelevant.”

With that, I shot him without a second thought, watching the life drain from his eyes before turning away. "Well, we're done. I can't believe these pathetic countries kept this up for two whole years." I scoffed, disgusted by their feeble resistance.

“You got the commission?” I called out to Niji over the transponder snail.

“You bet I do,” he answered.

As we walked through the rubble of what was once the heart of this pitiful island, the townspeople—those who survived—stood on the sidelines, trembling, but still chanting, “Germa, Germa, Germa 66! We love you!” Their desperate pleas for mercy or favor were sickening.

My transponder snail rang again, interrupting my thoughts. “The wedding is in 9 days. We can make it to Whole Cake Island in two,” I informed them. “What about Sanji?” I asked, my tone indifferent.

“He’s already here,” came the response.

“Good. Be sure to prepare my room. Make it fit for my betrothed, understand?” I ordered, picturing Y/N in my mind. “As for Sanji, I can’t wait to see him.”

“Is that a joke?” Niji muttered from behind me, clearly bored by the conversation.

I ignored him and hung up the call, my mind consumed by thoughts of Y/N. The image of her in that white dress was seared into my memory—a perfect vision of beauty and innocence that contrasted sharply with the reality of our arranged marriage. She was breathtaking, and the thought of possessing her—of making her my wife—sent waves of desire coursing through me.

This was more than just an obligation; it was a chance to claim what was rightfully mine. I had orchestrated this arrangement, and I intended to enjoy every moment of it. The idea of our wedding was intoxicating, filled with the promise of a night where I would finally unveil all the desires I had pent up. I could envision her in our wedding suite, the air thick with tension as I closed the door behind us, sealing us in a world of our own.

My imagination spiraled to what our wedding night would entail—the intoxicating blend of obligation and passion. I envisioned her soft skin beneath my fingertips, the way her breath would hitch as I drew closer. Would she fight it? Would she embrace it? The thought of exploring every inch of her, of making her mine in every sense of the word, made my blood run hot. I wanted to take her over and over again, to fill the room with our shared heat and pleasure, creating a rhythm that would bind us together in a way no one else could understand.

The kiss she had placed on my cheek earlier lingered like a ghost, soft yet electrifying, igniting a hunger deep within me. I craved her—body and soul. I wanted to pull her into my world, to teach her the depths of pleasure that awaited her beyond the confines of this arranged union.

Soon, Y/N. Very soon, I thought, a smirk tugging at my lips as we prepared to set sail. This marriage may have been arranged, but the fire between us would be anything but ordinary. I was determined to make her not just my wife but my obsession. And I would do whatever it took to awaken the desire I sensed simmering beneath her surface, to take her again and again until she could only see me as her husband, her partner, her everything.

Y/N POV…

As we left Pudding’s café, we began gathering everything we needed for our trip—food, supplies, the works. We passed by a few chocolate shops that caught Luffy, Carrot, and Chopper’s attention. They practically drooled over the idea of tasting everything, but we couldn’t afford any more delays.

Once we reached the ship, we unloaded our belongings and the bags filled with our essentials. I placed mine down and opened the small bag Nami had given me, checking to see if everything was still in place. There was my bandana, my sword, and the two hidden blades King had given me. All still intact. A sigh of relief escaped me. “Hey, has anybody seen Pekoms?” Luffy asked, his eyes scanning the ship and surrounding area.

We all spread out, searching for him, but he was nowhere to be found. Chopper suddenly spoke up, “I found something... someone left a writing on the wall,” he said, pointing to the message scrawled in hasty letters: "Turn back."

The air grew tense. Everyone stood still, trying to grasp the weight of the message. For a brief moment, it felt like the world stopped, uncertainty seeping into the group. But then, Luffy grinned, that wide, unstoppable grin of his.

“Good! This is starting to get real good,” he said, excitement flashing in his eyes.

“The further we go into Big Mom’s territory, the more scared I get,” Brook said, a nervous edge to his voice.

“We barely left port; we’re still near Cocoa Island,” Nami replied as Luffy asked where we were.

“There’s no sense in rushing anyway. Besides, we’re going to meet Pudding by the coast, remember? If we arrive early, we can’t really do much,” Brook added.

“I don’t know, guys. There’s something off about Pudding,” I said, my instincts flaring up.

“What makes you say that?” Nami asked, a teasing glint in her eye.

“I feel like she’s not being truthful. There’s something off about her,” I explained, glancing around at my crewmates.

“You’ve been hanging around Zoro way too long, haven’t you?” Nami smirked.

I felt my cheeks heat up. “Not our fault we both have trust issues,” I laughed, scratching the back of my head to ease my embarrassment.

Soon, I went to grab the bag I’d used to hide my gear. I pulled out Zoro’s bandana, my sword, the thigh halter, and the two hidden blades, feeling their energy course through me once more. I pressed all three gemstones, watching as my sword expanded, and I strapped the thigh halter to my right thigh, securing it snugly. I wrapped Zoro’s bandana tightly around my sword's hilt, placing it behind my back.

Pedro came down, lighting his cigarette and giving me that familiar smirk. “So, are you going to teach me?” I asked, laughing.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I snap, and it appears. But you garra clench your right hand and snap,” he instructed.

I followed his instructions, and in an instant, electricity sparked between my fingers. “I did it!” I exclaimed, thrilled.

“Do you smell what I smell?” Chopper and Carrot said, their eyes wide with excitement.

“It’s not seawater; it’s sweets!” they shouted.

“Hey, I see an island!” Pedro said, pulling out his binoculars. “According to the map, it must be Jam.”

“But we won’t be stopping there. We’ll follow the log pose to the right,” Nami clarified.

“We’ll have Sanji bake for us! Hard starburst!” Luffy yelled, steering the ship with glee.

“Not that hard!” Nami retorted, rolling her eyes.

Brook took the wheel while Luffy decided to cook. “This is an emergency; I’ll take it from here,” Nami said, stepping in to take over.

“Phew,” I sighed in relief.

Suddenly, we were jolted hard, the ship tipping dangerously to one side. “Nami leaves for one second, and we’re already tipping! What happened?” I said, gripping the railing.

“I swear it’s not me!” Brook insisted, his eyes wide.

“Something’s in the water!” Carrot shouted as we continued to tip side to side.

“What the heck is that?!” I cried, my heart racing.

“Oh no, it looks like a big snake!” Nami exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice.

“It’s huge!” we all shouted in unison.

“Woahhh, look at its teeth!” Luffy remarked, eyes wide with awe.

“Luffy, do something!” she yelled as we all grabbed our weapons. I unsheathed my sword, ready to press the gemstone.

“Luffy unleashed Jet Gatling, knocking the centipede down. “Aww, we wanted to fight too!” Carrot and I said in unison, placing my sword behind me once more.

“Hahah, sorry!” Luffy laughed.

Suddenly, a giant centipede emerged from the water, towering over us.

“It’s so huge!” Brook exclaimed, panic rising in his voice.

Luffy used Jet Gatling again, but this time it didn’t work. Gripping my sword tightly, I pressed the red gemstone, flames pulsing through my weapon.

“Everyone aim for the belly!” Pedro shouted, determination in his voice.

Luffy entered Second Gear and managed to defeat it once more. “Why don’t I get a chance to be awesome too?” Pudding pouted as I deactivated the red gemstone and returned my sword behind me.

“It’s okay, Pudding; don’t worry,” I reassured her as we continued to sail.

“Hey, Nami, what kind of food place are we heading to now?” Luffy asked, his eyes shining with excitement.

“We’re heading to Biscuit Island,” Nami replied.

“We’re in the Mixed Juice Current,” Pedro warned us about the dangerous creatures in the current.

Luffy suddenly grabbed a giant watermelon, and in an instant, the watermelon engulfed him.

“What the hell is that?!” I shouted, my eyes wide.

Luffy managed to defeat it, then did the same for the other fruits he brought onto the ship. “Let’s dig in!” he said, tearing into the giant watermelon, while I began to savor an orange.

“Wow, this is juicy,” I said, Carrot joining me.

As night fell, we found ourselves stuck in a syrupy sea.

“Just melt this syrup!” Nami yelled, the sea ants swarming around us.

After the last of the sea ants was defeated, Pekoms began to tell us his backstory. “I was so naive; I thought I was a grand explorer, but I was a wanted man. Please keep this story between us,” he said solemnly.

“I faced a devastating defeat here,” he continued.

“Pedro…” I whispered, feeling sympathy for him.

“You have bad memories, yet you still came back,” Nami said gently. Pedro nodded his head, “Besides, this might be the way to rectify the wrong I did,” Pedro replied.

“What is your plan once you defeat Kaido?” Pedro asked Luffy.

“I don’t know; I haven’t thought that part through,” Luffy admitted, scratching his head.

“If you want your plans to see through, you must get Mama’s Road Poneglyph,” Pedro advised.

“So, in addition to taking back Sanji and ending Y/N’s marriage, I suggest we take Mama’s Poneglyph,” Pedro continued.

“Now you’re talking my language,” I said, smirking at Pedro.

“But rescuing Sanji might be hard enough already, let alone ending your marriage, Y/N,” Chopper pointed out.

“Robin did ask me for one; maybe after we rescue Sanji and end Y/N’s marriage,” Luffy suggested.

“I understand. I’ll go, and you stop Y/N’s marriage and rescue Sanji. Is that satisfactory? When we reach the island, can you buy me a little time?” Pedro asked.

“Shouldn’t we talk this through?” Nami inquired.

“I sometimes wonder if things work out for Luffy because he was born under a lucky star, yoho!” Brook said, lightening the mood.

“Ahh, the ants woke up!” Chopper yelled.

We all sprang into action, grabbing our weapons. I turned on the yellow gemstone, feeling a new power surge through me. I channeled the energy, my sword lighting up with bright electricity as I shouted, “Electric Arc!” A powerful wave of electricity erupted from my sword, zapping several ants at once.

“Looks like it’s your time to shine,” I muttered as I continued to fend off the relentless swarm.

“There are too many!” Luffy yelled, his frustration mounting.

“Protect the Sunny!” he commanded as dawn began to break.

Once the morning sun rose, we continued our trip, all of us feeling the effects of at least one bite from the ants.

“I’m too itchy!” I complained, scratching my thigh while trying to focus on the next step of our mission.

The excitement in the air felt electric as we docked on the island. My heart raced at the thought of seeing Sanji again, but the nagging feeling that something was off wouldn’t leave my mind. Luffy’s enthusiasm was infectious, and as he hopped off the ship, I couldn’t help but smile at his boundless energy.

“That’s one fancy-looking island! So this is the kind of place an emperor lives!” he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with wonder.

Nami pointed toward a colossal cake in the distance, and I felt my stomach growl at the sight. “Should I keep steering?” Brook asked, glancing at the helm.

“Yes, we’ll head toward that cake!” Nami replied, her voice bright with anticipation.

“Maybe we can find a way to thank her,” she added, referring to Pudding. The thought momentarily distracted me from my concerns, but I still couldn’t shake the unease in my gut.

Suddenly, Luffy’s voice pierced through my thoughts. “There’s a figure up ahead! It’s Sanji! Hey, Sanji!” He sprinted forward, the rest of us following suit.

“Could it really be him?” I thought, feeling a mix of hope and anxiety. “Is that him for real?”

As we docked the ship, Pedro and Brook prepared to take care of the Poneglyph mission with the shark submersible. “Good luck, you two!” I shouted, waving them off, but my worries resurfaced. “Be careful! I still feel something is off,” I called after them, my instincts prickling.

“We’re counting on you!” Nami shouted, determination in her eyes. As Luffy jumped off the ship with his usual exuberance, I felt a rush of adrenaline.

I rummaged through my bag, feeling the familiar weight of my gear. I removed the thigh halter, tucking my blades securely inside. Pressing my sword’s gemstone again, it shrank, allowing me to strap it across my body. Glancing at Zoro’s bandana, I noticed it had shrunk too, resting comfortably next to my weapon.

“Alright, let’s go find Sanji. That way, we can make phase two easier,” I said, a fire igniting within me at the thought of confronting Ichiji for what he did.

“Sanji! Pudding! We made it just like you told us!” Luffy shouted, his voice echoing through the air.

“Do you think he ran away?” I asked, unease settling back in.

Nami shrugged, her brow furrowed.

“Look over there!” I pointed at the forest, excitement blooming again. “Sanji!” I yelled, waving my arms in the air, but he just turned away and vanished into the trees. “Come back! Wait!” Luffy and Carrot yelled, urgency in their voices.

“Let’s go, Nami!” I urged as Luffy, Carrot, and Chopper took off ahead of us. “Why would he run though?” I wondered aloud.

“Maybe he’s just embarrassed?” Nami echoed, concern evident in her tone.

The three of them marched on, and I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Alright, let’s split up! I’ll search near the cakes!” Luffy exclaimed, pointing at the sugary wonders in the distance.

“Oh, you have got to be kidding me…” I muttered, watching as Chopper eagerly headed toward the caramel, while Carrot was drawn to the jellybean trail.

“No, you don’t! You’ll get lost again!” Nami said, frustration rising in her voice.

“Shesh, just have a snack! But don’t wander off alone,” I added, crossing my arms as I watched them.

“Are we going to be okay?” I sighed, glancing at Nami, who shared my apprehension as we followed behind.

Suddenly, chaos erupted as something surged from the water. Nami and I stumbled backward, losing our balance. “Y/N! Nami!” Carrot shouted. “It’s closing in!”

Luffy swiftly grabbed us, his grip strong. “It’s a crocodile!” I cried, pointing at the peculiar creature that waddled past us, wearing a hat.

“What, you don’t think we’re good enough to eat?” Luffy joked, but I shot him a disapproving look.

“Luffy, that’s not the point!” I exclaimed, my heart racing. “Besides, there’s a walking crocodile wearing a hat!” I pointed out, incredulous at the absurdity of our situation.

“I knew this place was dangerous and weird,” Nami muttered, her eyes wide.

“Um, we got talking animals with hats right here,” Luffy retorted, gesturing toward Chopper and Carrot, who were just as bewildered.

“Come on, you know what we mean,” we chimed in unison, laughter bubbling up despite the bizarre circumstances.

As we continued our search, I couldn’t shake the feeling that we were being watched. I scanned the area, ready for anything that might spring from the shadows.

"Let's head back... I trust Pudding. She hasn't led us wrong, and if we stay by the coast, she'll bring Sanji to us," Nami said with a tone of confidence, though there was a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes.

I crossed my arms, still unconvinced. "I still don’t trust her, Nami. What if she already told someone we were here? At the end of the day, she’s still Big Mom’s daughter."

Nami glanced at me, considering my words for a moment. Before she could respond, Luffy, always eager to push forward, chimed in. "We’ll be fine! The river isn’t all that big—I can jump it!" he said, clearly not wanting to turn back or acknowledge my doubts.

"Luffy, I know you’re not scared, but that’s not the issue," I countered, narrowing my eyes. "I think this forest is bad news." I gestured toward the dense trees surrounding us, the eerie atmosphere growing thicker with each passing moment.

Nami, now more cautious, agreed. "She's right. Something feels off about this place."

"We’re already in Big Mom’s territory," I reminded them. "Whether we head back or not, we’re in her domain. There’s no way we can avoid conflict by just staying put."

Luffy waved a hand dismissively. "We’ve already come this far. Pudding wouldn’t trick us, right?"

"I don’t know," I said, my voice quieter now but still firm. "But we need to be smart. The last thing we need is to walk into a trap."

Chopper and Carrot were casually licking a giant lollipop, completely unfazed by the growing tension around us. "What's wrong?" asked Carrot, oblivious to the danger, as she noticed a strange figure ahead.

We all turned to see another Luffy standing there. "Why is there another Luffy?" Nami asked, eyes wide in disbelief.

"It's a clone?" I muttered, watching as the two Luffys started butting heads. The other Luffy mimicked his voice and every movement, an uncanny reflection of the real one.

"Two Luffys! Which one's the real one?" Nami exclaimed, her voice rising in panic.

"It's like a mirror image," said Chopper, his eyes darting back and forth between them.

Before we could make sense of it, Carrot pointed excitedly. "Look, it's Sanji! He's right over there!" We all followed her gaze to the top of a nearby tree, but something felt off.

"Guys, I don’t think that’s Sanji..." I said cautiously, squinting at the figure. Something wasn’t right.

Chopper and Carrot, though, were already charging toward the figure, convinced it was Sanji. "Nami, Y/N, go with them. I'll catch up once I kick this guy's ass," Luffy called out, his confidence never wavering.

We nodded and dashed into the forest after Chopper and Carrot. "Hey, Sanji, wait up!" I yelled, trying to keep up. "I promise I won’t punch you for saying we were engaged! We just want to talk!" My voice echoed through the trees as we ran.

Suddenly, we skidded to a halt, eyes wide at the sight in front of us—a giant, half-buried in the ground, laughing and asking for juice.

"Oh, it's way too early for this..." I groaned,

"H-he's crazy!" Nami stammered, clearly freaked out.

We all ignored the giant, continuing to sprint through the bizarre forest. "This is like a fever dream," Nami muttered, shaking her head in disbelief.

"Hey! Nami! Chopper! Y/N! Watch out!" Carrot's voice rang out just as a rabbit—dressed like a warrior—burst from the bushes, slashing a tree right in front of us.

"Carrot, we need to run!" Nami shouted, her panic rising.

Without wasting another second, we bolted. "I’ve had enough! This place is too creepy!" Nami yelled over the sounds of our frantic footsteps.

"I hate it here!" I shouted in agreement, my frustration boiling over.

"We should head back to Luffy," Nami suggested, her voice urgent.

"Agreed!" I said, but just as we made the decision, the world around us began to shift. The ground twisted, and the trees seemed to warp and change shape.

"What is happening now?!" I shouted, stepping back in confusion as the forest itself seemed to distort.

"Is the rabbit still here?" Nami asked, looking around frantically.

"Yeah, and he's close behind us!" Carrot warned, her ears twitching in alarm.

We ran faster, dodging the branches and shifting terrain, but the rabbit was relentless. Suddenly, he hurled his sword at us, slicing through the air. We barely dodged it as we kept running, hearts pounding and adrenaline surging.

Sanji POV…

Dread seeps through me as I stand once again within these cold, oppressive castle walls. Every step I take brings back the haunting memories of my childhood—of my so-called family, hitting and tormenting me. This place reeks of those awful days. All I want is to escape this cursed marriage and, more importantly, to prevent Y/N from marrying that bastard Ichiji. If I can stop that from happening, I’ll return to the crew and be with everyone again.

As long as Y/N isn’t here, at least I can protect her. Ichiji won’t get the chance to even lay a finger on her.

The echoes of my footsteps grow louder as I walk slowly, the air thick with tension. Turning down a familiar corridor, I glance at the dent in the wall—left there years ago when my brothers threw me against it. The sight makes my stomach twist.

“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?” A voice cuts through the silence, and I feel my anger flare instantly. Yonji steps into view, a smug grin plastered on his face. “Good to see you, I’m surprised. I thought you’d be dead by now. But here you are, still scrapping around as a pirate.”

His voice, that tone—it boils my blood. But I stay silent, hands still buried in my pockets, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Cat got your tongue?” Yonji taunts, stepping closer. “What? No witty comeback? No smart remarks?”

“Get lost,” I finally say, my voice sharp and unwavering. “I have nothing to say to you. I cut ties with this family a long time ago.”

“Well, I’ve got a few things to say to you,” Yonji starts, stepping closer with that same infuriating smirk. “I hear you’re refusing to marry the daughter of the Charlotte family. Let me remind you, Sanji—this is what you were made for. You don’t have a choice in the matter.”

I stay silent, lighting my cigarette. The familiar burn at my fingertips helps keep my rage in check as I take a slow drag, exhaling the smoke in a long, steady stream. I don't even bother looking at him. “Do I need to repeat myself? Get lost.”

Yonji’s smugness doesn’t waver. In fact, it only seems to grow. “You know, I did have the pleasure of meeting that little princess of yours,” he says, his tone dripping with malice. “I believe she’s on her way as we speak.”

That made me tense, but I tried not to show it. Y/N... If she's really here, things just got a lot more dangerous.

“She thought I was you, actually,” Yonji continues, clearly enjoying himself. “Kept muttering about how if it really was you... latching onto me, kissing me—”

My blood ran cold, my fist tightening in my pocket as he spoke. But I didn’t lash out. Not yet.

“I tell you, she’s one hell of a woman, that princess. When she figured out I wasn’t you, that didn’t stop me from wanting to claim her. But then again, Ichiji would’ve killed me for that.” He leans in, his voice lowering. “From what I hear, Ichiji’s already spotted her.

A wave of fury surged through me, so powerful it nearly overwhelmed the calm facade I was struggling to maintain. Ichiji...

Yonji noticed my reaction, his grin widening. “Oh yeah, Ichiji’s taken quite the liking to her. Says she’s got spirit and fire, the kind of challenge he’s into. Can’t say I blame him—she’s a rare one. He’s looking forward to the wedding, more than you, I’d wager.”

My cigarette trembles between my fingers, smoke curling up into the air as I try to control the storm brewing inside me. “That bastard...”

As Yonji lunges at me, I quickly dodge to the side. “Diable Jambe!” I call out, feeling the heat surge through my leg.

In a swift motion, I pivot and deliver a powerful kick, the flames igniting at my heel. Our feet collide, but while Yonji tries to maintain his stance, I can feel the impact resonate through him. He staggers back, and I watch as a dent forms in his cheek, a satisfying sign of my victory.

“That’s what you get for underestimating me,” I say, smirking as I puff out a cloud of smoke from my cigarette.

Turning away from him, I start to walk off, the adrenaline still pumping in my veins. I have no intention of staying in this cursed castle longer than necessary. I can’t let my family’s dark history drag me back in, especially when I have Y/N to protect.

Y/N POV…

"This damn rabbit doesn't know when to quit, huh?" I said, glancing back at the chaos behind us as we continued to run. The forest was becoming a fever dream, full of traps and trickery.

“Get ready to dodge!” Nami shouted, and we instinctively veered to the side, narrowly avoiding a swiping paw.

“The field of lollipops! Once we make it here, we’ll get back to Luffy easy!” Carrot exclaimed, her enthusiasm a stark contrast to the chaos we were facing.

“Luffy! Let’s go!” we yelled in unison, sprinting toward the colorful yet ominous field. “This place is full of traps!” I warned, my instincts screaming at me to be careful.

“Alright, the exit should be on the other side of the bridge!” I said, determination pushing me forward. Just as we leaped across the bridge, a familiar voice rang out behind us.

“Hey, watch out! That’s not the real me!” Luffy shouted.

“Wait, what was that, Luffy?” I asked, my heart racing as we landed. I took a good look at the Luffy in front of us and noticed something was off—his stance, his aura. Even his scar on his right cheek was off.

I fumbled through my bag, pressing the three gems on my sword to expand it once more. The familiar energy coursed through me.

“Y/N, what are you doing?! We have to run!” Nami urged, panic creeping into her voice.

“This guy isn’t Luffy!” I declared “What are you talking about? Y/N, it’s me, Luffy!” he insisted, taking a step forward.

I pointed my sword at him, the tip aimed squarely at his heart. “You’re not Luffy... you’re his mirror image.” A smirk spread across my face as I pieced it together.

“You guys run! I’ll stay!” I yelled, adrenaline surging through me.

“Don’t be crazy!” Nami shouted, eyes wide with fear.

“We don’t have much of a choice—now go!” I commanded, noticing Chopper and Carrot hesitate along with Nami.

“Now why don’t you come out?” I taunted, my grip tightening on the sword.

“So you finally figured it out.” The figure grinned, a twisted smile spreading across its face. Luffy lunged at me, but I dodged smoothly to the side.

“This forest is a living nightmare!” said Nami, frustration seeping into her tone.

“We call this place the Seducing Woods,” the figure revealed, fully transforming before my eyes. I smirked, ready for the fight. “I knew it.” Suddenly, the figure made its way towards Nami, grabbing her.

“Nami!” I yelled again, my heart racing as Brulee’s grip tightened around her throat. Panic coursed through my veins, and I felt a surge of protective instinct.

“Who are you?!” Chopper shouted, his wide eyes reflecting his fear.

“Oh, you don’t know? You’ve been together this whole time, and together we will stay because you are never leaving this forest!” Brulee taunted, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “Perhaps in a coffin!”

I had to think fast. “Chopper, Carrot, we need a plan!” I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the chaos unfolding.

“Are you Tia a tree?! Well!” Carrot yelled, her defiance shining through her fright.

“I’m Brulee! I am not a damn tree!” the figure snapped back, annoyance flashing across her face.

“Listen, Branch, why don’t you just set Nami down? You don’t want to mess with us!” I demanded, trying to project confidence even as dread gnawed at me.

Brulee remained silent for a moment, eyeing each of us as if assessing our worth. “A cute rabbit, a deer, and... you!” she said, her gaze settling on me with an unsettling intensity.

“You’re Y/N, the one who’s supposed to marry a Vinsmoke,” she cackled, laughter echoing through the trees.

“What does that have to do with you? Just let her go!” I shot back, fury boiling within me as I gripped my sword tighter, feeling its familiar power thrumming beneath my fingers.

Brulee's eyes glinted with malicious delight. “You see, when I see such pretty faces, I can hardly help myself. I want to scratch them up!”

Her nails dug into Nami’s face, and I felt a surge of rage pulse through me.

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Belongings

Chapter 9 (part 1) : “Tell me what you want and you got it, love.”

(Series Masterlist)

A/N: I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING MIA RECENTLY. If u have seen any of my posts you will know I basically have had a bad time with boys over the last couple of days and I’m just been in my feels. Not really in the mood for smut. BUT I’ve finally finished this chapter and tbf I actually kinda love it! Warning it’s A LOT shorter than the other chapters, but I thought it would be better to post a half finished chapter then no chapter at all. THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER WITH SMUT and warning I haven’t written it in a while so if it’s a bit off please don’t hate me. Anyways love u lots, thank you for sharing my Masterlist and hopefully u will enjoy :)

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (use a condom kiddos), female recieving. Dirty talk? Idk it’s just smutty and kinda fluffy.

Word count: 1.2K

As soon as the pair made there way back to their hotel, the last thing they wanted was to be stopped by a receptionist who was promoting there alll in one buffet in the morning.

“Oh sorry- I” Y/N apologised immediately letting go of Harry’s hand which had been wrapped the whole way walking home. Harry felt his heart sunk for a minute worried that he had done something wrong. But then he realised the receptionist knew who he was, and if she knew who he was, she also may well presume y/n was his girlfriend.

“No please, I should’ve asked you sooner. Normally we ask all guest on their arrival, but you came in late last night and were out before buffet was served today, we just want to make sure we have all of the allergen and preference information.” The receptionists continued, handing them both a form to fill in. Y/N and Harry both slightly groan, knowing deep down the longer this would take, the longer before they would be able to finally spend time with each other and confess the undying sexual desire between one another.

The longer they waited, Harry also feared, the more sober they would become, and perhaps y/n would regret her decision.

“Right, that’s it all completed on my end. “ Harry said quickly, knowing he didn’t have anything he was allergic too. And the only preference he had right now was y/n.

“Me too.” Y/N replied softly, looking quickly at the receptionist before looking back at Harry.

“Ah, nuts. Right-.” The receptionist responds, making an extensive note to his computer. Harry looked over to y/n confused to why he had never known about her nut allergy, but then again it did make sense why she never served any nut related products at her bakery.

“I won’t die if I have them. But I have an epi pen just in case I go into anaphylactic shock.” She responds, wincing as the words came over her mouth. It wasn’t exactly the most sexy thing to come out, especially in a moment like this.

“Right. That’s all good - a lot of our stuff is Nut free but, let us know in the morning if there is any issues. Sorry for interrupting and uh - enjoy your night.” The receptionist apologised, before opening the hotel door for the couple.

As soon as the door closes, Harry and Y/N burst into laughter unable to contain the tension any longer. “That’s not how I was expecting my night to go-.” Harry laughs, before looking over to y/n who was holding it in.

“Yes. Nut allergy isn’t very uh- sexy.” Y/N respond giggling before attempting to take on of her heels off. “Help.” She responds, leaning on Harry for some height as she slipped her heel off. Giggling, he leans down and before y/n can complain, he whisks her up into his arms, attempting to carry her up the stairs. “Harry what are you-“

“Shhhh, I’m trying to create the mood again-.” Harry whispers before glancing down at y/n’s boobs, which were now squashed up against his chest. “You little-“

“What-“

“Your staring at my tits.”

“No I’m not-“ Harry replied, his eyes suddenly focused on the wallpaper. “This wallpaper is very nice, cream I think-.” Y/N playfully rolls her eyes, before letting him to continue to carry her up the stairs. The whole time the sexual tension in the air began to increase, with y/n focused entirely on the large bulge beginning to stiffen in Harry’s trousers.

As soon as they stood outside Harry’s door, he slowly drops y/n down before the two look at each other with complete lust. Harry looks down at her boobs once again, but this time admiring her beauty as a whole.

“Your doing it again-“ Y/N responds, this time in a more subtle tone. Her lips begin to bite, as she begins to feel the bulge against her leg.

“To be fair, they’re some of the prettiest tits, I’ve ever seen. “ He responds his eyes entirely focused on reading y/n. Y/n playfully slaps him before, pulling him in for another kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

Harry couldn't understand why a woman so beautiful would choose to marry a man like Will. He found it puzzling and couldn't comprehend what qualities or attributes Will possessed that would make him an appealing partner for someone of such beauty. Harry wondered if there were hidden qualities or deeper connections between them that he was unaware of, as he struggled to see the apparent compatibility between their appearances and perceived personalities.

But right now, She was his. And his only.

“Harry, as much as I’d love to be all sexy and tease this all night long, I can’t- I need you.” Y/N responds, and without another word Harry picks y/n up, cradling her arse, before opening the door and throwing her onto the bed.

Y/N excited by this change in character begins to take her clothes off, as Harry shuts the door. Not wanting anyone to ruin his moment. However when he turns back around, he stops her, before looking sincerely in her eyes.

“Y/N, I - before we go any further. I need to make sure, you know we don’t have to do anything you don’t want too-.”

“I know Harry. I know. But I trust you. 100%. And I just want you to touch me.” She responds before beginning to unbutton his shirt. He looks at her genuinely, making sure there is no regret in her eyes, and once he is sure he has her consent, he forces her to stop once more.

“Harry - I told you. I’m fine- I-“ Harry doesn’t let her finish her sentence before he pushes her up against the bed frame, and pulls her in for a passionate kiss. “On your front.” He responds, almost ripping her dress completely.

Y/N moans in response turning over so her body is exposed, only constricted by her underwear. She was wearing a set of black lingerie. Her boobs heaving through the lace, whilst her panties, looked drenched from anticipation.

Right there and then Harry could feel himself explode. Numerous times he had imagined what she would look like undressed. But here, as she lay before him, completely under his spell, she couldn’t look ever more beautiful than before.

Y/N's bust is a prominent feature, displaying an ample and shapely size that adds an element of allure to her overall appearance. Her waistline is beautifully contoured, cinching in to create a striking hourglass shape that showcases her feminine curves. This captivating contrast between a smaller waist and curvier hips emphasizes her figure in an enchanting way.

The curves continue to captivate as they flow down to Y/N's hips. Her hips are delightfully wide and full, accentuating her lower body with elegance and grace. Along with her generous hips, Y/N may possess a fuller and rounded buttocks and thighs, contributing to the captivating allure of her curvy physique.

“What.” Y/N asks as Harry stands there smirking, his eyes full of joy. He wanted to tell her everything. How he was in love with her and that her physical beauty only further enhanced his inability to give her up to someone like Will. But he didn’t, instead he just placed a kiss gently on her lips, before beginning to cascade down to below her thighs.

“Your just beautiful, tha’s all.”

As Y/N heard Harry's words, her heart filled with an overwhelming sense of joy and validation. To be called beautiful by someone like Harry, who was known for his experiences with many women, held a special significance for her. It was a compliment that transcended the surface-level remarks she had received in the past.

Will, had often complimented her appearance, calling her pretty and appreciating her figure. While those compliments were undoubtedly appreciated, being called beautiful by Harry held a deeper resonance. It made Y/N feel seen and cherished for more than just her physical attributes.

“Harry-.” She moans as she feels his tongue teasingly taste her panties, hot air beginning to flow towards his thighs. Without another word, he bites hard on her underwear, ripping them down to the feet, allowing him more access to her body. “You’re so wet y/n. All for me?”

“All for you Harry, all for - fuck.” Before she can finish her sentence, Harry pushes her legs over his shoulders, allowing him to lick a long strip of her pussy. After getting a moan of approval, he begins to speed it up, allowing y/n to be all immersed.

Y/N could feel shock waves go through her body. She had had people go down on her before. But my gawd, no one else was able to do it the way he was doing it right now. Will had once attempted to do it, and well let’s just say, it was better left alone. Where’s Harry, was twirling his tongue along her clit, finding everything that would set off triggers in her body.

“Fuck Harry, your so good at that-.” She moans, as Harry grabs her boobs with one of his hands whilst the other held y/n in place, placing her constantly under the spell of his tongue.

Harry knew he was good at eating pussy. Which is why, seeing the women he loved completely undone with his tongue, made him feel like a fucking god. Here she was lying half naked, one hand on her other boob, whilst the other held onto the sheets, all immersed in allowing Harry to treat her right.

Harry begins to fasten up his movements, his motivation focused on collecting all of the juices which leaked from her pussy. Before placing one finger in her hole. Y/N hums in pleasure, feeling a similar sensation begin to boil in her stomach.

“Harry fuck-“ She responds, her hand suddenly tugging at the roots of his hair, needing the further friction on her body. He hums in response, his tongue never leaving her clit, constantly tormenting her release. His fingers begin to fasten up on hole, until he adds another.

“Harry, I’m fuck, I’m gonna -.” Before she can say anymore Harry begins fingering her rapidly, his tongue with none stop pace on her clit. He can feel her begin to burst, and to be next to her pussy as he does so, was nothing but stuff in fairytales.

With one big moan, y/n feels the release enter her body, her eyes looking up at the sky. She feels herself begin to shake, overwhelmed from the amount of pleasure, done just by the use of her tongue. “Fuck Harry- your good at that.”

Harry smirks again, before leaning over to bring her into a much deeper kiss, the taste of her pussy, sliding into her own mouth. Harry hums as he feels y/n begin to frantically pull down Harry’s shirt, and undo his belt. She was desperate to give something to him, to pay him back for what he did to her. But with a stern grab of her hands, Harry stops her.

“As much as I would love to see that pretty lips wrapped around my dick, if I wait any longer I think I’ll explode.” Harry responds, causing a desired reaction from y/n. In response she moves faster to take his jeans off, as Harry unattaches y/ns bra from her back, exposing two large breasts at his dismantle.

As soon as both Harry and Y/N were both naked, They stood at the end of the bed, y/n’s legs high up in the air, as Harry, let his dick slide into her. As soon as she felt comfortable, he began to fasten up his movements, knowing it wouldn’t be long before he would cum.

“Shit- You have no idea, how long I have wanted to do this-.” Harry grunts, his eyes rested only on y/ns, whose rose in anticipation.

“Fuck, Harry.” Y/N moans, feeling his dick completely open up her walls. The more he moved in and out of her the more, she realised that his dick, fit hers perfectly. And there was no one else who could live up to this pleasure-,”

“Look so pretty when you take my dick, don’t y’ princess.” Harry moans, his free hand going to grab ahold of her breast, the other fastening up his pace. Harry could feel his release coming, the louder y/n’s moaning became.”

“That’s it, princess. Tell everyone, who you belong to, who makes you feel this way.”

“Harry, I can feel it-.” Y/N moans, feeling her own high coming again closer and closer.

“Fuck-. Whose this body belong to-.” Harry asks, his eyes frozen on y/ns whimpering state. Y/N in pleasure dosen’t reply, still overwhelmed by this sudden change in Harry.

“Y/N, d’you hear me? Who does this body belong to?.”

“-Y-You.”

“I didn’t quite hear you there princess-“

“Y-you, y-you harry! Please cum for me. Let me take it-.” Y/N yells, allowing Harry to fully welcome his high, his cum spilling inside of her. As soon as he finished, y/n and Harry lie in a state of shock, unable to fully express what has just happened.

The pair lay there for about another 10 minutes, in a comfortable silence, realising that not only had they seen each other naked for the first time, but also they had just had sex. But both also knew, they did not regret it one bit.

“So…. That-“

“That was amazing. Haz. I don’t know what else to say-“ y/n sighs, her hand, placed firmly above her pillow. Harry hums in response before taking her hand, clutching it slightly and pulling the duvet over both of their bodies.

“You still don’t regret it?”

“Are you kidding, Harry, of all of the horrible things I have done to Will. This is not one of them. Y’know how long, it’s been since -“

“Oh, oh.”

“Yeah.” She giggles slightly, before Harry props himself on the pillow, his eyes suddenly filled with concern.

“Wait- shit, should I have done something more romantic. I had no idea, I just presumed, so you and Will never-.”

“No. We did. Once - it ended in disaster.” Y/N winces explaining how Will couldn’t get it up and then when he did, y/n had already fallen asleep from drinking too much prior. The story made her laugh, and Harry knew deep down, she was beginning to regret ever falling for Will in the first place.

“Your cute when you laugh.” Harry states randomly, placing a finger on her cheek. It startles y/n a bit, before she lets him continue, her eyes locked in his green pearls. “I hate my laugh.” She responds cringing.

“What? Why?!.” Harry sounded outraged that she let herself feel that way. He loved her laugh, the way her eyes would narrow and her little freckles would be crinkled.

“I don’t know. I just always have- it gives me wrinkles. I guess I've just always been self-conscious about it," Y/N admitted softly. “Unable to take her seriously Harry let’s put a loud laugh. “Y/N Y/L/N, you are too young for wrinkles.” He responds, caressing her cheek.

“Besides, wrinkles or not, your the prettiest girl I have ever met. And I know, this isn’t the way I hoped it would happen, but I am so happy that we finally found each other.” He responds admiring her natural beauty.

Y/N blushed at Harry's words, feeling a mix of embarrassment and warmth in her chest. She couldn't help but smile at his laughter and the affectionate way he caressed her cheek. His words touched her deeply, and she realized how lucky she was to have him in her life.

She leaned in closer, resting her forehead against his. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, everything else seemed to fade away. The world felt still as they basked in each other's presence.

Harry smiled tenderly, his thumb gently tracing circles on her cheek. "You are beautiful, Y/N, you're perfect to me." They stayed like that for a while, savoring the intimacy of the moment. Y/N realized that her insecurities melted away in Harry's presence. His love and acceptance made her feel comfortable in her own skin.

“I will tell Will-.” Y/N responds immediately changing the mood to much more serious. “Mmm, do we have to mention that now, we were having a moment.” Harry winces realising the extent of what they had done.

Harry's expression turned serious as he understood the weight of Y/N's words. He knew they couldn't ignore the situation and needed to address it, even if it meant disrupting the wedding plans.

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of determination and vulnerability. She took a deep breath, gathering her thoughts before continuing. "I've been holding onto something for far too long, and it's not fair to anyone involved," Y/N admitted, her voice trembling slightly. "I need to tell Will that I can't go through with the wedding because my heart belongs to you."

Y/N smiled gratefully at him, feeling a sense of reassurance in his presence. They both knew it wouldn't be an easy conversation, but it was necessary for everyone involved to find their happiness.

"We'll talk to him as soon as possible," Y/N said, determination lacing her words. "I want to be honest with him and give him the respect he deserves."

Harry nodded, his grip on her hand tightening slightly. "And I'll be by your side every step of the way."

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sommerregenjuniluft · 1 year ago

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tagged by @divinerapturee & @pupmotif ty loves<3

enjoy some mild black brothers angst from my haikyuu au

When his set ends Regulus stands back up and spots Sirius in the mirror wall. He doesn’t turn to him. Stays stock still and simply keeps looking at him through the mirror with a blank expression.

Sirius yanks at the zipper of his wind breaker that’s already pulled all the way up to his chin. He clears his throat, “Do you want to join me on my run with Kinako?”

Regulus eyebrows pull low on his forehead and he doesn’t move to slide back his headphones.

Sirius is glad he didn’t because then his voice breaks slightly, “Um—” he chokes himself off and stares back a bit helpless.

Running he mouths to his brother’s reflection, gesturing at his dog’s head and then in the direction of the front door.

Regulus eyes them for a couple more moments and then shakes his head. The music blasting from his headphones is so loud Sirius can hear a faint whisper of it from across the silent room.

“Ok,” Sirius says, more to himself, and nods his head in understanding.

Regulus isn’t really moving though. Not resuming his workout.

Sirius isn’t either. Just keeps standing there on the threshold, looking at Regulus gaping back at him with the same silver blue eyes.

tagging @veryinnovative, @xjustakay, @casstration, @showinalittlelife, @plecotusauritus, @themuseoftheviolets, @delicris, @static-radio-ao3, @messerflower

(sorry for being a bit mia lately i’ve not been doing too well mentally but also i’m very deeply in my little hyperfixation bubble. and actually now that i’m thinking abt it i should just combine the two and see if i’m still capable of writing good angst lol. anyways ily guys and i’m sorry for not posting and or texting, hope u have a one xx)

#haikyuu au #black brothers #kinako is a borzoi!! we love her #sirius black #regulus black #lune writes

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novastories · 1 year ago

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By Your Side

Title and chapter loosely inspired by the song “By Your Side” by Conor Maynard.

Summary: A beach day is just what Aurora needed, especially surrounded by family and friends.

Warnings: None, mostly fluff.

Word Count: 4k

A/N: I’m sorry I’ve been a bit MIA lately! I’ve been prepping for new upcoming works and writing when I feel inspired. Please enjoy the beach scene chapter!

Also thank you so much for the recent love on “I’ll Be Waiting.” It means the world to me that people love my story and are invested in it like I am! Enjoy the fluff because the next chapters…well let’s just say, it’s not going to be as fluffy after this one…🫣

Thank you Jenn, for doing the text messages! 💖 And shoutout to my best friend, beta reader, and editor @reginleight 💜

As always, likes are great and all, but comments, reblogs, and feedback are highly appreciated and loved! 🤭

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Lucille → Aurora

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“Wait, so you two almost kissed?!” Lucille shouted, almost spilling her coffee on the couch.

Aurora blushes and nods as she continues eating her donut while her friend gasped in shock.

“Wow, didn’t know Chicken Little had it in him.”

“Lucille,” Aurora groans.

“Sorry. But holy crap. Didn’t know he had it in him.”

Aurora sighs, as she finishes her donut and takes a swig of her tea that she had on the coffee table. She couldn’t stop thinking about it and had wished so badly that Peyton hadn't interrupted them that night.

But was she ready to be with Bradley? She wasn’t sure. She had so much to still work on, the nightmares were slowly getting less and less frequent, but the anxiety still hovered over her.

Lucille was rambling on about how she was going to talk to Peyton about the cockblock until noticing Aurora was tapping her fingers against her bracelet.

“Hey, you alright?”

Aurora shakes out of her thoughts. “Huh?”

“You only play with your bracelet when you’re overthinking shit.” Lucille gestures to the bracelet.

She was worried about her best friend and while maybe they didn’t see each other much, Aurora was still Lucille’s best friend. Despite the distance.

Aurora smiles slightly. “I’m fine. Just work stuff,” she lies through her teeth.

She didn’t want to lie to her best friend, but she would tell her when the time was right. Lucille just nods, and takes a sip of her coffee when they both hear a ping from Aurora’s phone.

Penny → Aurora

“Got a bathing suit?” Aurora asks Lucille to which she received a smirk in return.

“What do you have in mind?”

—

Aurora knew as soon as her mom texted her, that she was up to something. She, Lucille, and CJ arrived at the beach seeing her mom sitting on a table behind the Hard Deck.

What she didn’t expect to see were a bunch of the same pilots she had met about a week ago to be playing what seemed to be dogfight football, something her dad, Uncle Goose, and Uncle Ice came up with during Aurora’s childhood years.

“Helping with balancing sheets?” Aurora looks at her mom, incredulously.

Penny chuckles. “You came, didn't you?”

Sighing, she shakes her head. Aurora soon spots Amelia, Aunt Carole, Aunt Sarah, and Uncle Ice sitting under a big pop up beach canopy they most likely had set up a few ways from the water, but in prime viewing spot of the San Diego view, and the pilots as well.

“So this is what dad meant by a surprise for the naval aviators?”

“Well, apparently he needed them to become a team and bond a bit. So I guess this was his way of getting them out of the cockpit and to have fun,” Penny answers her.

“I’m having fun just watching them,” Lucille muses.

Aurora nudges Lucille, while Penny laughs, agreeing with the entertainment of the game and the view. She notices that Maverick had also dragged Peyton along as well.

Despite the fact that he’s a mechanic, he recognized Peyton as still part of the team and that he got along with mostly everyone on the squadron.

Amelia spots them, waving for her and Lucille to come over.

“Are you going to actually hangout on the beach though?” Aurora asks her mom.

“Yeah, I’m just going to finish this paperwork first. You go on ahead.”

Aurora’s feet soon touch the sand, and she releases CJ from his leash. He happily runs over to Amelia as Amelia chuckles claiming that CJ liked her better.

Aurora and Lucille all say their hellos, while Aurora puts her towel next to Amelia, Lucille doing the same. She soon realizes the person sitting next to her Uncle Ice.

“Hey, Slider! You’re here too!”

“Hey kiddo! Heard about the mission, I had to come see these new pilots. Can’t be better than us Ice, right?” Slider smiles at the man beside him.

Ice just shakes his head and chuckles. He was not ready to get into that.

“What’s up, burger man?” Lucille waves at him. Aurora chuckles as Slider rolls his eyes at the girl.

“That’s not what my callsign means.”

“So what does it mean then?” Lucille wonders.

“Ignore her. Jet lag is getting to her,” Aurora interrupts her best friend.

“Bitch, I drove here.”

“Shush! I’m trying to concentrate,” Amelia shakes her book that she was holding.

“Melia, you’re not even looking at the book,” Carole points out, as neither of the girls were not even listening to her anymore.

Amelia, Aurora, and Lucille all look at the pilots, and wow did Aurora realize how much of a view they were treated to. Everyone was pretty much shirtless, with the exception of the girls. Plus Bob and Uncle Goose.

It seemed that Bradley’s team made a touchdown, so Bradley was doing a little shimmy celebration dance, a move Aurora was not a stranger to. It was a move he pulled often whenever they danced together.

She couldn’t help but to stare shamelessly at her best friend, his abs on full display. She was wondering how he was even so tan since most of his days were spent on an aircraft carrier. Aurora wasn’t even trying to hide the fact that she was full on ogling at Bradley, not even caring.

Man, was she glad she had her sunglasses on, but it didn’t help that she was turning red from all the thoughts in her head.

“Girl, show him what he’s missing and get over there,” Lucille encourages Aurora, drawing her out of her thoughts.

“Yeah, Aurie. He doesn’t even know you’re here yet,” Amelia smirks, knowing Bradley would be ecstatic to see Aurora.

The pilots still had yet to even notice the newcomers, as they were focused on their game. Aurora took that as her sign to make her presence known.

With her Benjamin-Mitchell confidence, she stands up and removes her shirt to reveal her black one piece full coverage bathing suit. It covered her back and half her arm, so her scars weren’t on full display, yet she was able to show off her figure.

Lucille and Amelia wolf whistles as Aurora does this and walks over to the group playing.

The first to spot her was Uncle Goose, who was not shocked to see her there.

“Hey, little star!”

The naval aviators looked at him confused and turned to see what he was looking at. Aurora smiles and waves at her Uncle.

“Damn, is that Artemis?” Fanboy asks.

Bradley instantly spots Aurora and freezes.

Sure, the two of them grew up with each other and Aurora had worn bathing suits around him, but seeing her now was different.

She was grown, and she looked like a goddess to Bradley, he couldn’t help but stare at her and feel some sort of way. Aurora always had that effect on him.

Her dark brown hair with her faded blonde tips was tied up in a ponytail, and she had her sunglasses on covering her eyes, but Bradley knew she already was looking at him.

He smiles and is the first to run up to her a few feet away from the group, hoping to get a bit of time with her before she approaches everyone else.

“Her and Bradshaw?” Payback asks Peyton, as they all watched him run to the girl.

“Not yet, but soon.” Peyton smiles.

“If Rooster ever gets off his little perch,” Jake comes up behind Peyton.

“At least he can talk about his feelings,” Peyton snarks back at him.

He had refused to look Jake in the eyes after what had gone down in Jake’s apartment.

Of course he had his fair share looking at Hangman’s abs, but he refused to give into wanting to jump Jake’s bones and stuck to trying to avoid him.

“Princess, you didn’t tell me you were coming,” Bradley smirks at her.

“Didn’t even know you were here,” Aurora grins back.

“And looks like someone forgot their swimsuit,” she points out, seeing that he was wearing jean shorts. “You should have told me, I could have brought the ones with the little chickens on them.”

She glances at his sweaty chest, and notices not only his dog tags, but also the necklace that she had given to him for Christmas, a plane pendant.

She smiles at it remembering what was engraved on it, as well as the memory of giving it to him before her eyes found their way back to Bradley’s.

“Tsk, you’d love to see me in those, wouldn’t you?” Bradley rasps, while stepping closely to Aurora, and tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.

She could practically feel his body heat from where she stood as they were flirting, her heart beating so fast wanting to just reach over and kiss the hell out of him.

“Heads up!” a voice calls out, and a few seconds later, a football hits Bradley’s head.

“Ow, what the fuck?” Bradley cries out as he and Aurora turn to see who threw the football.

Maverick stands with a “sorry, not sorry” look on his face, and Goose hits Maverick on the back of the head for interrupting their moment.

Aurora chuckles at her dad’s antics, her face still a bit red from her interaction with Bradley while he rubs the back of his head.

“C’mon, I want to kick your ass,” Aurora grins as she walks towards the group.

“Oh, you think you can beat me?”

“I’m pretty sure I proved I could when I beat you that one summer.”

“That was one time, and I had a broken wrist!”

“Excuses, excuses, Bradshaw!”

—

The football game definitely proved to help the team actually feel like a team. Soon everyone wasn’t keeping score and just having fun.

Aurora had joined the team that was against Bradley and Peyton and she bonded with Natasha enough to get her to take them down.

Peyton and Jake were still trying to avoid each other as much as they could, but at least they could look each other in the eyes.

Amelia had joined in on the fun by standing next to Hondo and helping call out penalties, she got so into her role she even had a whistle that Hondo gave as an extra he had.

Penny had opened the Hard Deck for the pilots and the rest of the family a few hours before the bar opened to the public so they could enjoy the cool, crisp, air conditioning.

Carole had brought a bunch of sandwiches, where Sarah had made sure to bring snacks and of course, Penny provided the drinks.

All the other pilots were a bit intimidated with having Admiral Kazansky in their presence, but soon got used to it as they saw how he was letting loose, just as Maverick and Goose were.

The jukebox was blasting out tunes of all kinds, creating a fun relaxing atmosphere in the bar for everyone to enjoy.

Aurora was in the corner, playing darts with her Uncle Goose, Jake, and Javy. She was laughing as Javy botched his shot.

“Dude, why’d I even pick you as my partner?” Jake shakes his head.

“Shut up,” Coyote hisses.

“And that’s how you do it!” Aurora smirks, making a bullseye.

“I taught you well, little star,” Goose proudly says.

Lucille happened to somehow get sucked into a heated discussion with Mickey and Bob.

“Okay, but Game of Thrones is so much better than Lord of the Rings!” Mickey proclaims.

“You take that back! Bob, back me up here!” Lucille turns to him.

“Uhh, I haven’t seen all of Game of Thrones–”

“HA!” Lucille smirks

“–Or all of Lord of the Rings.”

“What the hell?!” Both Lucille and Mickey look at Bob, as if he had committed treason.

CJ happily laid next to Carole’s feet, who was sitting on the bar stools with Sarah and Penny. All of them were sitting and talking, while Maverick, Iceman, and Slider sat in the corner of the bar observing the other pilots while drinking beer.

“We weren’t like this when we were their age, right?” Slider ponders. They were watching all the pilots in the bar, seeing them out of the cockpit was definitely a sight to see.

“I think we were so much worse,” Maverick chuckles, as he takes a swig of his beer.

Peyton, Natasha, Reuben, and Bradley were playing pool, but also trying to teach Amelia which wasn’t going so well.

“Amelia, you’re supposed to hit the balls with the stick, not try to stab it with the stick.” Bradley sighs.

“Why not stab, stabbing seems so much better and efficient?”

“I can’t tell if you’re more like your sister with the stabbing comment, or Peyton with that stupid comment,” Payback wonders.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” Peyton looks at him offended.

Natasha sighs and mutters how she’s surrounded by too much testosterone.

Aurora and Goose high five, as they won the game of darts against Jake and Javy.

“How the hell did that just happen?”

“Don’t underestimate me, Javy. That’s why I always bring a knife to a gunfight,” Aurora smiles triumphantly.

“You do what now?” Goose looks at her concerned.

Aurora chuckles as Jake and Javy start to bicker about their loss and whose fault it was.

Goose pats her shoulder to head over to the men, while Aurora goes to the pool table to see how the game is going. Amelia sat on the bar stool, with a pout on her face.

“Why the long face, little sis?” Aurora questions her sister.

“They wouldn’t let me play.”

“She tried to stab the balls with the stick,” Peyton calls out as he takes his shot at the pool table.

“It’s much more effective that way to get the balls in the pocket!” Amelia reasons.

“No, it really isn’t,” Bradley comes up and ruffles Amelia’s hair. She hisses and swats his hands away from her. He chuckles before standing in front of Aurora.

“Finished up at darts?”

“Oh yeah, finally put Hangman in his place and pulled one over on him.”

He chuckles, and leans in toward Aurora’s ear.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers, before pecking her cheek and heading back to the pool table for his turn.

Aurora immediately turned red, feeling as if her heart was going to burst by how fast it was beating.

Holy crap, that was one of the hottest things she had heard from his mouth.

Lucille comes up with a drink in each hand, going to hand one over to Aurora before seeing her best friend stunned and blushing.

“What’s up with her?”

“Bradley whispered something into her ear and now she’s too stunned to speak,” Amelia responds, taking a drink of her respective non-alcoholic drink.

“Ahh.”

“Shut up, both of you please,” Aurora pleads, as Lucille hands her the drink before taking the seat beside her friend.

Aurora glances at Bradley who was standing behind Peyton taking his shot at the pool table. Noticing her eyes were on him he winks at her, to which she rolls her eyes and sips her drink.

He will be the death of her.

—

The Hard Deck was now lively as it was open to everyone and some of the naval aviators were still there, with the exception of the older ones.

Since it was Penny’s day off from the Hard Deck, she and Maverick went for a motorcycle ride where Sarah and Ice went to drop off Slider at the airport. Goose and Carole decided to head home for the night, as they were still a bit jet lagged from their trip.

Amelia was hanging out with the other pilots while Aurora was sitting outside on one of the tables, getting a bit of air as the Hard Deck was beginning to get a little claustrophobic. CJ sat next to her as she combs her hands through his fur.

“Wondered where you were, surprised you weren’t with Bradshaw in there.”

Aurora turns and sees Jake standing behind her. He held out a water bottle for her to take, which she does. She gestures on the other side of CJ for Jake to sit.

“Yeah, well you know me. I needed air.”

Jake hums, taking a swig from his beer. They both sat in silence before Aurora broke it.

“I’m still a bit mad after that whole shit you pulled you know.”

Jake sighs. “I know, and I’m so sorry, Rory. I even apologized to Rooster before the game today.”

“And I wish that was all I was mad about, Jake. I’m talking about you and Peyton,” Aurora admits and turns to Jake.

Jake puts his hand to his face. “Fuck, I really messed up, didin’t I?”

Aurora brings her arm out to pat Jake’s shoulder in comfort.

“A bit, but that doesn’t mean you can’t fix it.”

“Fix what? I screwed up Ro, he could barely look me in the eye. I don’t even know why he came today when he wasn’t even required to.”

“Don’t you see, Jake? Peyton cares so much about you, and if you could only hear him out, you’d understand that you also feel the same way about him.”

“But what happens if we break up, what happens if the love we feel for each other only leads to hate and destruction?”

Aurora looks at Jake. “Put your pride aside for once and just listen to what I have to say. Don’t keep pushing him away, or using him for sex because it makes you feel good. We don’t have a lot of time in this world. Sometimes love can hurt, but I think it’s better to love than not love at all.”

Jake removes his hand from his face and looks at Aurora.

“You’re not alone anymore, Jake. You have me now. And Coyote and Peyton. Maybe even Rooster and the rest of the squadron. Let us be here for you,” Aurora smiles at him.

There were tears forming in Jake’s eyes before he pulled Aurora into a brotherly hug. She pats him comfortingly on the back letting him hug it out before he releases her. CJ yaps at him, to which Jake gives him a few pets.

“Damn, who knew you had all those words in you, Artemis.”

Aurora chuckles and smiles. “Therapy will do that to you I guess.”

Jake studies her for a bit. “No more nightmares?”

“Not as often, it still lingers. I’m taking it day by day. But now that I’m home, I feel a lot better,” Aurora turns to see her brother, sister, best friend, and Bradley through the glass doors of Hard Deck. Jake was sure she meant home as in Bradley and her family, and not San Diego.

Bradley spots her, waving with a smile, before going back to listening to what Amelia was saying.

“You and Rooster talk yet?”

“Not yet, soon though. When the timing is right.”

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“Hey, mom! We’re back home!” Amelia hollers inside the house.

“I thought you were staying at Aurora’s and Peyton’s?” Penny's muffled voice was heard.

“She was, but she said she wanted to come home, so we’ve come to drop her off,” Peyton calls out.

“Peyton, Aurora? Why are you both here?”

“Bradley and Lucille took CJ home in the Bronco. Peyton couldn’t drive because he drank quite a bit so I drove Amelia home,” Aurora explains.

“I only drank a little bit.”

“Peyton, you didn’t want to stay in the car because you thought that the neighbors were looking at you funny.”

“They were!” Peyton claims.

“That was their cat on the porch,” Amelia groans.

“Have you had dinner already?” Penny interrupts the conversation, while it sounds like she was fumbling with something upstairs.

“Not yet,” Amelia tells her.

“Grabbing takeout for us tonight, so don’t worry about us mom!” Aurora assures her.

“I’ll make something for us then, Amelia. I’ll be down in a second.” More bumping and shuffling was heard, which worried Aurora quite a bit.

“Does mom seem flustered to you?” Aurora wonders.

Amelia and Peyton shrug as Aurora grabs some water from the fridge. She closes the fridge door, only to see something drop outside from the window from her peripheral vision.

And then soon a person drops outside as well.

The person stands up, and soon Aurora, Amelia, and Peyton are faced to see Maverick staring right into the window, huffing from the fall he had just gone through.

“Am I still drunk, or did dad fall from the sky?”

Aurora elbows Peyton, to which he exaggerates and falls down from the gesture.

Amelia looks at him with a serious look. “Just don’t break her heart again.”

Maverick slightly nods and looks at Aurora and Peyton, who had stood back up.

Peyton gives his dad a thumbs up, still slightly drunk and not understanding what was happening. Aurora just sighs and smiles at him.

“Don’t screw it up this time, dad.”

Maverick nods, before silently and quickly waving goodbye to them and getting on his bike. Aurora lets out a breath and looks at her siblings.

“Damn, I owe Bradley $20.”

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