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halfvalid · 8 months

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the blade daughter, pt. 3

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pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

alternate title: dracule mihawk cures your daddy issues!

rating: mature

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!dracule mihawk | live action!straw hat ensemble

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 23.6k total | 7.3k this part

description: you finally soothe the uncertainty you've had surrounding going out and making a life of your own. somewhere inside, you find the bravery to finally tell zoro how you'd feel about him.

tags: mihawk's daughter!reader, female reader, canon-typical violence, cursing, no use of 'y/n', pet names per mihawk ('dear', 'darling', 'sweetheart', 'little hawk'), emotional hurt/comfort, slow burn, kissing, confessions, a lil suggestive at the end

author’s note: ANDDDD SHE'S DONE!!! this was a wild 8 day long ride of writing, i'm a bit uncertain about the ending so please tell me what you thought of it!! hopefully you liked the fic, thank u so so much for reading.

The two of you emerged from the room a little while later. You’d finished cleaning up, and Zoro had kept you company as you cleaned both his swords and Hiru. The both of you walked together afterwards, wandering into the kitchen where Sanji had whipped up a meal.

“We’re close to the Grand Line,” Nami reported, having apparently steered the ship far enough away from the other pirates to leave the helm alone. “Should reach the mountain by early morning.” She glanced over at you. “Kuraigana Island first, right?”

“Yeah,” you affirmed. “The Grand Line is… screwed, though.”

“We’ll be fine,” Luffy said brightly. You just shrugged, taking a seat at the table. “Zoro! Did you get everything cleaned up?” Zoro had changed into a fresh shirt, one not so bloodstained, and he gave a curt nod. “Good. Come and eat so we can get ready for tomorrow?”

Sanji passed you a bowl, and you let out a thin breath. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wondered how and when this had become your norm—it’d been a week with the Straw Hats, now, and—

You dropped your chopsticks in your hand. It’d been a week. “Fuck,” you said, the word dropping out from between your lips before you could stop them. Your entire body had gone rigid, pink flushing up your arms and face as something burned deep inside of you.

Everyone’s heads had snapped up to look at you, matching concerned expressions on all of their faces. “I, um—” you said, scrambling up from your seat, words too big in your mouth. You opted not to finish them, dropping your sentence as you yanked your shell phone out of your jacket pocket. “Sorry, I—”

You shook your head, hurrying out of the kitchen. The cold gust of the ocean breeze hit heavy on your face, and you let out a breath, the gust of air exhaling out of your chest in a rush. You heard footsteps behind you, but the panic hadn’t bled out of your veins entirely, and your hands shook as you tried to open your phone.

Zoro’s hand was pressed over yours before you could snap the case open. You stared down at it, and your gaze lifted, the tremble of your hands subsiding as his warm grasp sunk deep into your skin. “What’s up?” he asked, low and steady.

“I, um—” you swallowed hard, hitching breath soothing at his touch. “Um. It’s—I have to call my dad.”

Zoro was serene, tone even and still. His words from before echoed around in your head, the proclamation of not having patience. It’d been untrue after all. “Did something happen?”

“I’m supposed to have dinner with him,” you blurted. “Tonight. I’ve never missed it before. Because I’ve always been on the island, in our—I’ve never missed it before. I’ve been with you all for too long.”

“I’m sure he’d understand,” Zoro said, though his hand didn’t fall from yours. He paused, lips parted as his eyes ran along your face. “Or is it something you’re upset about?”

“I don’t have friends,” you whispered, words fierce. “I don’t go places. I stay at home. This life isn’t mine. It’s—”

“I don’t think you should dictate what you do based on what your father does,” Zoro interrupted. His tone wasn’t harsh, exactly—but it was strong, tone firm, jaw set as he spoke. “So you miss one dinner. So you’re out and about for longer than a week. Does it matter?”

Does it matter? Your heart pounded in your chest, and you took in a steady breath, trying to soothe the adrenaline that still pulsed in your veins even now. “I don’t… I’m not used to this,” you admitted, somehow managing to keep the contact of your eyes even as your brain screamed at you to look away. “I’m not used to being away from home.”

“Everyone starts somewhere,” Zoro said.

You hesitated. His hand moved carefully away from yours, nudging your fingers to open the phone. Your gaze dropped, staring at the little snail waiting for you inside, nestled in his little bed of velvet. You picked it up, tucking it into your ear as your shaking hands dialed Mihawk’s number.

He answered on the first ring. “Hello there, darling,” he said, and you closed your eyes, a soft exhale leaving your lungs at his voice. “Are you calling me about dinner? I’ll be there in a few hours, I promise. Just finishing up over here.”

“No, actually, um—” you cut yourself off, teeth coming down to halt your tongue. You opened your eyes, turning to glance tentatively over at Zoro. Does it matter? he had asked. Which… it did, right? You weren’t a part of the Straw Hats. You hadn’t joined their crew; you’d been insistent on that, pushing away any idea of a life out at sea in exchange for the comfort and familiarity of your home lifestyle. But you’d been making bonds with them despite, and helping them out with their ship, and fighting alongside them in battle. And you’d just patched up Zoro’s wounds a mere hour earlier. You didn’t make friends.

But you were making them.

“I’m not going to dinner this week,” you said, the words all slurred as they spilled from your mouth. There was a pause of surprise on Mihawk’s line before he spoke again. You squeezed your eyes shut, feeling Zoro’s gaze on you.

“Finally departed from the nest, have you, darling?” Mihawk said. His voice was soft—tender, almost. “Very well, then. Any idea when you’ll be on the island next, or shall we keep it a suspended date?”

“I should be home in a few days,” you said, voice hitching in your breath. “I’ll—I’ll call you! I don’t know what I’m going to do afterwards, but I’ll—I’m not going to just disappear.”

“Well, of course,” Mihawk said simply. You tightened the squeeze of your eyes, trying to suppress the tingling prickles at your waterline. “I’m glad you’re making friends, dear.”

You made a face, letting out a breathy scoff. A defense mechanism, really. “Don’t get mushy on me, old man.”

“Me? Mushy?” There was a staticky scoff crackling over from Mihawk’s side of the line. It was such a simple conversation, so—why was it driving you to tears? “I could never, darling, do you even know me? I’ve got to fly, anyway—there’s some pesky pirates around here I’ve got to deal with.”

“Bye, dad,” you said, the words choking up your throat, all raggedy at the edges, too big as you shoved them up and through your mouth. They grazed your tongue, but the points weren’t edges; they didn’t draw blood. “I—um.”

The Dracules did not say I love you. Your father was doting, certainly, but he expressed his affection in far more unspoken ways. Presents from all four Blues. A weapon of the highest caliber quality when you were thirteen. Personal lessons in sword fighting. The murder of anyone who dared send an off look in your direction.

“Me too, little hawk,” Mihawk said simply. “Now go have fun.”

The den den mushi let out a soft little croak, signaling that Mihawk had hung up. You let your hand fall, the fingers holding the case of your phone going slack. Air punctured your lungs as you inhaled, the salty, crisp breeze loosening your muscles with every breath.

“Are you alright?” Zoro asked. The words were gruff, awkward. Like he wasn’t used to saying them. You tightened your grip on your case, and then tugged the snail out of your ear, setting it carefully back where it belonged. You met Zoro’s gaze, heart thudding a bit faster as you saw flickers of concern in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you said. “I think I am.”

The sun shone bright on your face, the weather of the Grand Line being more forgiving today as the ship sailed carefully through the ocean. Your route was still towards Kuraigana Island, although you were growing more split about it by the second. You’d just had a conversation with Mihawk a day or so ago about you not being at the house—and the fact that you’d have to choose whether to go home and potentially never see the Straw Hats again was a decision that gripped heavy at your heart.

“Looks like you’ve got a lot on your mind.” You glanced up to see Zoro at your side, forearms propping at the Going Merry’s railing as he gazed out at the ocean. You shrugged, eyes flickering down his side profile before falling back to your hands.

“I don’t know,” you said. “Just thinking about what to do, I guess.”

Zoro fixed you with a look. “You should try not doing that.”

A startled laugh escaped your throat. “What? Thinking?”

“It gets old,” Zoro said with a firm nod, brow slightly creased to shield his eyes from the sun. “I’d recommend dropping it for at least a few hours. You’re getting wrinkles.” One of his hands moved upwards to nudge against your forehead, and you ducked, another laugh gracing the edges of your lips.

“Right,” you said, dubious. “How are your wounds?”

“I’ve taken worse,” Zoro said with a shrug. “Though I guess I’ve still got that one, huh.” He grimaced, lips tugging back to bare his teeth into a scowl. It took him a while to speak again, and you turned your gaze back towards the ocean, waiting for the unspoken words to leave his lips. Minutes ticked by, but you just basked in the sun, trying to air your mind of any thoughts. Maybe Zoro had a point, there—sometimes it really wasn’t necessary to think at all.

When Zoro finally spoke, his words were quiet; muttered under his breath. You had to strain to hear them, as the thin ocean breeze swallowed them up almost immediately. “I really thought I could beat him.”

You huffed out a breath, unsure of what to say. Unsure if Zoro even wanted you to say anything. Your grip on the boat’s railing tightening, palm running across the soft wood. You found words falling out of your mouth anyway, though, although you yourself were surprised by them—“You can.”

Zoro glanced up at you, surprised. “Maybe not now,” you hastened to say, not wanting to add to his clearly already-inflated ego. “But you’re good. You’re good enough to beat him, eventually. In a few years, given the proper time and training. I think…” You swallowed down the phlegm in your throat, alarmed by how wet your voice was starting to sound. You took in a breath, steadying your tone, making certain your voice wasn’t quite so thin or reedy. “I think that’s what scares me about you.”

“I’m sorry,” Zoro said, all low and hushed. You just shrugged.

“I don’t mind,” you answered. You felt his eyes on you, burning like a sun on fire, like the stars dotting his skin were crisping over your skin, charred and burnt and broken. Or maybe it wasn’t quite so destructive. Maybe it was a tender fire, crowning a pile of wood and cared for with iron stakes, embers glowing deep in the night to keep warmth fueling a pot of soup, or healing ragged hands after a long battle.

“Let me get you a drink.”

Zoro disappeared. He returned with a flask, handing it over to you after unscrewing its cap. You knocked it back—it was rich but bland, all dry and earthy. Sake. You’d pegged him more as a beer guy. “Thanks.”

Zoro’s gaze didn’t move from your figure. It was warm, you decided then. The swordsman was vicious at times, relentless in his fight, sinewy figure slashing cuts into flesh as he sparred with his enemies. But there was a distinction behind the hot, heavy iron of those glares at the look at which he placed upon you now. You couldn’t go as far to say his eyes were tender, or soft. But they were warm. Fire was a calamitous thing, but it had its blessings.

“Let me take you out,” Zoro said suddenly. Your entire body froze, murmurs of warmth and tingling buzzes pricking up and down your spine. Something inside you lurched—no, it didn’t lurch, didn’t have the unpleasant sensation associated with it. It was softer, burning, guttural. Like a sharp knife cutting straight through your abdomen, sliding into your stomach, prying apart the bones like they were putty. Your chest squeezed inwards, heart pulsating with soft pangs of something. Hunger; desire, maybe. Yearning.

“Why?” you asked. Zoro just shrugged, effortlessly casual in his movements. You saw a hitch in his throat, a flicker of something in his eyes, a strain in his jaw. Not so effortless after all. “Actually, more importantly—where?”

“I’ll figure something out,” Zoro answered. “Is that a yes?”

You turned, glancing up at him tentatively. “I’m not used to this sort of thing,” you said carefully. Zoro just shrugged. He still looked effortless, all guarded, but you could see the tremors and quivers underneath.

“Neither am I.”

You pursed your lips, raising your face to let the sun glow down onto your skin. “I have a rule, though,” you said, voice lifting up, more of a tease now. There was a ghost of a smile at the edge of your words, although your mouth wasn’t shaped in one. It was hesitant, careful not to scare you, really; creeping on you inch by inch. “I can’t go out with men who haven’t beaten me in combat.”

Zoro snorted. “I have beaten you,” he said. “But if you want a rematch—”

“Let’s not strain your injuries too much.” Zoro let out a scoff, but it was light-hearted, laced with amusement. You just shook your head, the dawning smile at the edges of your lips now, tugging them softly upwards. “I accept a loss when I get served one. You beat me, fair and square.”

“So I get to take you out now,” Zoro murmured, words careful, hovering in the air just barely out of his lips. He turned towards you, the sun outlining his face with a soft glow of gold and orange. He didn’t smile, but there was that soft, burning look again, lips slightly parted, taking in air. “That’s the rule, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” you said. “It is.”

“Tonight, then,” Zoro said. “Ten. Aftercastle.”

You spent some time contemplating what to wear. You hadn’t brought a very expansive wardrobe along with you, only the essentials, so there wasn’t much to choose from—just some shirts and pants, no dresses or skirts in the bare bones of your luggage. You eventually picked out your favorite of the grouping, sliding your signature jacket on like usual, Hiru fastened securely in its scabbard at the back.

Zoro was waiting at the afterdeck when you arrived, dressed in a dark wrap shirt and his usual green obi. The cloth was nicer, though: his pants were missing their usual wear and tear, and his shirt looked to be made of finer cotton. “Hi,” you said, slipping up next to him. The tangerine tree’s leaves brushed at your ear, and you glanced up at it. The fruit was ripe, round and as bright orange as Nami’s hair.

“Hey,” Zoro replied. One of his forearms was propped against the afterdeck railing, and the other wrapped around the side. You put your hand beside his, pinky just inches away from his. “Do you know any constellations?”

“Some,” you said, squinting up at the sky. You could point a few of them out, but not many—the sky was cloudy tonight, most of the stars blocked out by dull puffs of gray and blue. “You?”

“No,” Zoro answered. “Was never really interested in that kind of thing.” He glanced over at you. You’d turned your attention on the trees, again, plucking one of the tangerines off the branches. The tree trembled, its leaves quivering with soft swaying motions. You dug your nails into the flesh, peeling it carefully. “Why’d you just stay home?”

“I don’t know,” you said with a shrug. “My dad used to not let me leave. He stayed with me until I was maybe twelve, for the most part. Then he started going out more, but he didn’t want me to come. Something about it being dangerous. He dropped the ban when I was sixteen, but…” you hesitated, tucking the shredded pieces of tangerine peels in your pocket. “I just kind of stuck with it, I guess.”

“Weren’t you lonely?”

“Kind of.” You broke the orange in half, moving on to pick at the pith with your fingernails. You gathered that up, too, little white lines piling up in the crease of your palm.

“Yeah, me too.”

“He always wanted me to leave, I think,” you said. “To find my own life. I was always happy staying there with him, though. Or waiting for him.”

“You wouldn’t be abandoning him by leaving,” Zoro said.

“Logically, I know that.” You peeled a piece of orange off from a half, offering it to Zoro. He took it, carefully pushing it between his teeth. He broke skin, a burst of piquant citrus juice dripping on his lower lip. Your eyes lingered there a moment too long, but you looked away a second later, speaking again. “I think it’s just a habit, really. I worry.”

“I mean, he’s a Warlord of the Sea. I think he can take care of himself.”

“It’s not that I’m worried about,” you said with a sigh. You popped a slice of orange in your mouth, sucking at the tart juice. “I don’t want him to get lonely.”

“That’s not really your responsibility,” Zoro answered. His pinky crept closer to your hand, from where you’d returned your grip on the railing. His touch was feather-light, a soft breath of skin against skin that was there and gone again within a moment. “Did you think any more about it?”

“I didn’t,” you said. “Took a page out of your book.”

“It’ll come to you eventually,” Zoro said. “Like that one Shanks guy said—actually, I don’t remember the quote. Ask Luffy about it in the morning. He’ll probably go on for a few hours.”

You snorted. “You’re kind of bad at giving advice, Zoro.” The name came easily, and you stopped, feeling the syllables on your teeth. It was comforting. Natural.

Zoro seemed a tad bit offended by that. “At least I’m trying,” he muttered, voice defensive but not hostile. “Onto lighter topics?”

You popped another tangerine slice in your mouth. “Like what?”

“Nothing light about my life, so I’ve got no idea.” You snorted, choking on the orange that’d made its way halfway down the passage of your throat. You coughed, shaky laughs escaping your lips as you cleared your airways. An amused smile had perched on Zoro’s face, eyes glimmering with warmth as he watched you.

“That was unnecessarily edgy,” you protested. You finished with your tangerine, letting the pith flutter out of your palm, some of the white floss sticking. You didn’t mind it.

“Got a laugh out of you, didn’t it?” Zoro nudged you, the skin of his finger pressing fully against your pinky. This time, he didn’t move away, letting the warmth of his skin bleed into yours.

“You never answered my question.” You raised your pinky, lifting it to brush against Zoro’s knuckle. Carefully, you slipped it into the gap of his interdigit, looping your fingers together so they were intertwined. Zoro exhaled shakily—you glimpsed his other arm moving away from the railing, lowering to his side. “Why you wanted me out here, I mean.”

Zoro pulled up a flask, unscrewing the cap with one hand. He didn’t drink, though, just held the bottle suspended in his hand. He didn’t say anything for a while, letting the soft rush of water from below and the tranquil rocking of the boat fill the silence. For a moment you thought he wasn’t going to say anything at all. To your surprise, though, he raised the flask to his lips, taking a short sip before letting his hand fall again. “You feel different.”

“Care to be a little less vague?”

“I don’t know if I can,” Zoro said carefully. His guard was up, that much was sure. You didn’t exactly blame him. “Things have changed since I joined Luffy. Sometimes I can’t describe it.”

“The crew,” you said. “It makes sense.”

“It does,” Zoro agreed. There was something magnetic about it, about him—something that drew you in. But you weren’t afraid of it, really. The Straw Hats weren’t scary. Their bared teeth weren’t fangs; their canines remained unsharpened at their maw. Their lure was more peaceful than that. “We like you. You fit in.” He paused, mouth slightly ajar, a tremor of something on his lower lip. “I like you.”

Your lungs were empty, devoid of air. Something in your chest clawed at you, trying to climb up your throat, compressing your organs. Zoro’s touch burned into you, interlocked fingers searching an imprint in your skin. You were certain you’d feel it for hours; days; months; years after. “I think I like you too,” you said.

“Well, you like my earrings,” Zoro said easily. “That’s a start.”

You turned towards him, at his open stance, tucking yourself in the space between his figure at the side of the ship. The motion forced Zoro to raise your hands away from the railing, but he slid with the action easily, fingers fully interlacing with yours. His other arm remained propped along the ship, flask in his fingers, the skin of his forearm brushing against your side. Your free hand raised up to skim along his earrings, dull clinks of the metal sounding out at the emotion. “I do like your earrings.”

“Enough to let me kiss you?”

You tugged gently at Zoro’s earlobe, angling your face up to meet his. “Yeah.”

Zoro kissed you square on the mouth, mouth full and open, hand slipping around your back. The edge of his sake flask dug into your spine, but it wasn’t a sharp pain, and you didn’t mind it. Your fingers tightened against Zoro’s, chasing his lips with yours, letting him swallow you whole. He was patient with it, smooth and languid; tongue licking into the crevices of your mouth, firm as he mouthed kisses at the lines of your lips.

You breathed in from his lungs, chest getting tight as he sucked the air clean out of you. Still, you were addicted, utterly devoted as his fingers nudged against your hand and his tongue skimmed along your mouth. He was a good kisser, effortless and smooth, nearly elegant with his motions. He tasted like sake; earthy, woodsy, reminiscent of some sort of mushroom, maybe. It suited him well.

You let out a little whimper as Zoro’s tongue pressed deep to your throat, and he swallowed it up, flicking lazily along the roof of your mouth. You were getting short of breath, though, so you placed a gentle litany of faint kisses along his mouth before tilting your head back and letting the night air puncture your lungs. Zoro’s pupils had gone wide, deep black swallowing the walnut of his irises. His hand pulsed against yours, steady as ever, but he didn’t speak.

“I like more than your jewelry,” you said, staring down at where your fingers tangled with his. They looked like two pieces of a puzzle, extremities manipulated to slot along each other, palms molded together. “I like the way you move, and the way you fight. I like your face.” You hesitated, playing with Zoro’s fingertips to distract you from your words.

“You don’t have to say it,” Zoro said.

“No, I think I do.” A ghost of a smile flickered up your mouth; a corpse, really, one that had forgotten it wasn’t really dead after all. “I like you, Roronoa Zoro.”

Zoro’s fingers squeezed tighter against yours. There was no click, no noise of finality, no settlement of a suspended thread. You supposed it didn’t work like that. Life didn’t stop and end. You went on. You’d see Zoro in the morning, again, after you’d gone to sleep, and things would continue like normal. “Okay,” he said. “Late enough for you to go to bed, yet?”

“I could go either way,” you answered. “Staying out here wouldn’t be so bad either.”

“Fine by me,” Zoro said, not moving from where he stood. “So, Lady Dracule. Where to next?”

“Wherever the breeze takes me,” you answered, but there was a decision settling down in your chest. One you weren’t so afraid to look at anymore.

Kuraigana Island was just as you’d left it, sky dark as night even in the middle of the day, rotted ground crunching dust and rocks underneath your feet. The Going Merry had docked in one of the number of homemade boat berths Mihawk had made sometime in your youth.

Usopp let out a low whistle as the Straw Hats stepped onto the island, head practically turning around in a 180 degree spin as he craned his neck to look around. “You live here?”

“It’s quaint,” you said defensively.

Nami gave you a sympathetic look. “It really isn’t.”

“Why is the sky black?” Luffy murmured in amazement, casting his gaze upwards to the overhang of rumbling clouds that existed perpetually over the island. “Have you never seen sun in your life?”

You rolled your eyes, leading them through the gravelly path up to your house. Their reactions were, well, nothing short of the expected—Sanji’s eyebrows lifted, and Zoro let out a low whistle as he took in the sight.

“It’s like Kaya’s house,” Usopp breathed. “But… bigger. And more spiky!”

“It needs a paint job,” Nami deadpanned. You snorted.

“I’ve been trying to get him to renovate for forever. Good luck.” You cleared your throat, suddenly awkward as the group walked closer and closer to the house. Your footsteps slowed, until you came to a full stop a few meters off the front door. The Straw Hats grouped around you, curious. “Just… don’t be weird, please. Nami, don’t steal anything unless it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in thirty years. I only bother to polish the important stuff.”

“Is that an open invitation to rob your house?” Nami asked with a snort.

“Do you have any food?” Luffy asked.

“Probably not. My dad can’t cook for shit. Sanji can make something,” you said. “Our kitchen’s kinda nice.”

“Working in a Warlord’s kitchen? I’d be honored,” Sanji said, with a little flourish of his hand. You rolled your eyes, but Luffy at least seemed satisfied. You glanced over at Zoro, who was the only one of the group who hadn’t said anything up to now—his lips were set into a thin line, but he met your gaze, and they flickered upwards just a quarter of an inch. The action was reassuring, almost, and you were soothed enough to start walking again.

The door flung open before you reached it, although the sudden motion didn’t startle you like it did to your compatriots. Dracule Mihawk stood in the doorway, dressed in his usual hat and jacket, Yoru heavy off his shoulders like usual. “I thought I heard footsteps,” your father trilled, voice wonderfully monotone as he bent in front of you, taking your hand to press a gentle kiss upon your knuckles. “Have you brought your friends along, darling?”

“Clearly,” you said with a soft laugh. It was like all the tension evaporated from your body as soon as your father got near, and you found his hand, giving it a tight squeeze before turning to your friends. “Do you need introductions, or do you know them all already?”

“I only remember the future pirate king and the swordsman,” Mihawk said with a dismissive wave. “Oh, and Yasopp’s child. It’s no matter, really. Well, come on in, you’re letting in the cold air.”

Usopp stuttered something incomprehensible about his father, but Mihawk had already disappeared. You glanced over your shoulder at the rest of the Straw Hats. “He’s like that,” you said apologetically. “Just… come in.”

They followed you into the house, glancing around the lobby to take in the decor. You had to admit, a lot of it was rather gaudy, but it wasn’t like Mihawk cared much about what adorned the walls, and you had little resources to work with. Sanji made quick work moving to the kitchen after you made sure that Mihawk hadn’t prepared dinner.

“So,” Nami said, the words mulling around in her mouth as she lounged by the kitchen island. “Nice place.”

“It’s kinda scary-looking,” Luffy said honestly. “Interesting choice of decoration. I guess if you like it, though.”

“Are you okay on your own for a moment?” you asked, getting up from your seat. “I’m going to go talk to my dad.” Luffy nodded, and the others all hummed their assent. Zoro caught your gaze—soft, curious. You just gave him a reassuring smile and slipped out of the room.

Mihawk was waiting in the living room, long body stretched supine along the couch, booted feet thrown up on the arm. You narrowed your gaze at it. “Don’t put your feet on the furniture,” you grumbled.

“Sorry, dear,” Mihawk said, though he made no move to alter his position. “Did you end up getting that jacket for me?”

“I did,” you said, glancing through the satchel that hung at your hip. You pulled it out, folding it with a solid shake and holding it up for Mihawk to see. His golden eyes flickered up and down the garment, taking in the material. Black cotton twill, with red paisley silk as the lining, delicate red lace at the hem and sleeves. The lapels were wide, buttons shiny and black, and it used red stitching rather than black, giving a sort of exoskeleton look to it. Mihawk sat up, pushing his hat back.

“It’s beautiful, darling. I love it.”

You folded the jacket in half, slinging it across the back of the sofa before moving around to face Mihawk fully. “About the crew.”

Mihawk glanced up to meet your eyes. “Yes?”

“I…” you took in a breath, the inhale shaky in your lungs, bones and muscles rattling in your chest. “I think I’m going to stay with them for a little while, if you’re okay with it.”

“The Straw Hat crew,” Mihawk said carefully, shaping the words on his mouth, tasting them on his tongue. “My daughter, part of the Straw Hat crew. Well, it’s not the most terrible-sounding thing to say, I suppose.” He paused. “No idea why you’d think I wouldn’t be okay with it, though, sweetheart. I’m not horrendous.”

“Well, I figured—” you started, voice trailing out into a protesting whine. “You’d be against them? Garp sent you after them. One of them tried to kill you.”

“Oh, you know I don’t hold grudges over such trifling matters,” Mihawk said with a dismissive wave. “Roronoa Zoro, right? He was watching you the entire time you entered. Wouldn’t take his eyes off you, darling.” There was a particular glint in his eyes, hunted, like he was searching for a quarry. “Something to tell me?”

“No,” you said, too fast. Mihawk lifted both brows, and you broke almost easily. “Maybe. No. He’s—no.”

Mihawk clucked his tongue, sounding amused. “I suppose your rebel streak was bound to come out eventually. And from what you told me, he did beat you, so I can’t exactly complain.” You flushed, warmth heating up your skin, bringing a rosy blush to your cheeks. “Make sure he doesn’t get himself killed before I can fight him again, will you, little hawk? I’ve got my eye on that one.”

“Okay, dad,” you muttered, but the tension of your shoulders had gone slack, and your muscles were loose.

“Will you be leaving after dinner, or will you stay until the morning?” Mihawk asked, standing up to his full height. He stretched, sinewy limbs long and supple. He looked nearly odd without Yoru perched along his back. “I’ve missed you.”

“Morning,” you answered. “I’ve missed you too, dad.”

Mihawk smiled at you. “Go make sure our guests aren’t burning down the kitchen.”

Dinner was less of an awkward affair than you’d expected. Usopp spoke the most through it, and Mihawk was fine to goad him on, occasionally switching topics to inquire about the rest of the crew.

Sanji had made a fine meal; a grilled steak and onions with a side of asparagus to some kind of white sauce pasta you didn’t recognize. It felt… nice, really, having them all around you. Mihawk certainly knew how to socialize, and Luffy didn’t seem to mind his acerbic tendency.

“And after I defeated all the enemy pirates,” Usopp was rambling on, “We hit a cannon straight into their mast, and it came crashing down! Oh, you should’ve seen it, man. It was me—well, Luffy—I guess he was the one that chucked the guy into the ship, or whatever. It wasn’t actually a cannon, but the details aren’t that important—”

“What about my little hawk?” Mihawk interrupted, and you had the vague sense to start whining. “I don’t suppose she just sat there throughout the whole fight.”

“Oh, nah, she got some guys too I guess,” Usopp said, lazily waving an arm in the air. “She’s the one who stationed me at the cannon, she knew how great I was at it. She almost died to this one big dude—”

“I did not almost die!” you snapped. Usopp cackled out a hearty laugh.

“No, she totally did. Thankfully for her, the great Captain Usopp came to her rescue—”

“Me,” Zoro muttered, words barely audible as he spoke them into his cup. You cracked a smile, and he glanced up, catching your eye. A tender look crossed his face.

“Okay, yeah, it was Zoro who saved her,” Usopp admitted. “Cut the guy’s head straight off his body. But that’s just because I was busy fighting off the other pirates!” He motioned with his hands, mock-punching the air in front of him.

Mihawk just raised his eyebrows. “Did he, now? I hope you thanked him properly for that, sweetheart.”

You shot Mihawk a warning look. “Dad.”

Mihawk didn’t let that faze him, raising his glass of wine to his lips. “You might want to take him around the island. There are some fairly romantic spots here, ones I brought your mother to while she was pregnant,” he said, mouth around the rim of his glass. You flushed, resisting the urge to lunge over the table at your father—clearly, he could see your vexation, mirth dancing in his eyes.

Zoro didn’t say anything, eyes tilted downwards like there was something particularly interesting in his cup. Nami and Sanji were murmuring things to each other, and Sanji raised his voice to speak.

“I knew there was something between the two of you! Come on, Lady Dracule, you could do so much better than the mosshead here—”

“Shut it—” Zoro started.

“You most certainly did not know, and you owe me fifteen hundred berry for that!” Nami said, offended. She elbowed Sanji firmly in the ribs, and he let out a low cough. Her head spun towards the head of the table, where Luffy was sitting across from your father. “Luffy, tell your cook to honor his bets.”

“You bet on us?” you demanded, a squeak of embarrassment entering your voice as you protested. Nami gave you a look.

“Please. You were obvious.”

“Well,” Sanji jumped in, “Personally I thought you had better taste than—”

“I said shut it, waiter,” Zoro said, finally looking up to fix Sanji with a glare. He tilted his head to the side, one eyebrow raised, and you stifled a laugh. “And if I were you, I’d give Nami her money as soon as possible.”

“This is so unfair,” Sanji muttered, but he fished a wallet out of his pocket and slapped a few bills onto the table. “There you are, madam. I hope you’re happy.”

You groaned. “At the dinner table, really?”

“Money waits for no one,” Nami said with a little wink, tucking her winnings carefully into a pocket of her skirt.

“Sanji, did you make dessert?” Luffy wondered. Sanji rolled his eyes, but the sigh he let out was kind and good-natured.

“Well, lucky for you, I did have the mind to bake some cookies while here.” He got up from his seat. You just gave him a dubious look; everyone had more or less finished with their food, though, so you got up, collecting the dishes to wash.

You did chores, Nami hanging around you and lending her aid while the other Straw Hats got comfortable in guest rooms or whatever else. Zoro hadn’t budged from the dining room, apparently not interested in exploring the different parts of your house—you could just barely see him out of the kitchen doorway, nursing his drink as he stared thoughtfully into the distance.

The familiar shape of your father’s jacket joined his side, and you narrowed your eyes, straining to hear. Mihawk had bent over the table, a pleasant smile on his face as he spoke. He didn’t bother to speak quietly, so everyone in the near vicinity heard his words— “If you hurt her, I won’t show the mercy I did the first time. My little hawk’s more important than finding a worthy opponent.”

“Dad!” you snapped, dropping the plate you were in the middle of washing. Mihawk didn’t even look in your direction, even as you stormed out of the kitchen to stand protestingly by the mouth. “Don’t—”

“Oh, hush, dear,” Mihawk said with a dramatic eye roll. “I’m off to bed, then. I’ve got business in the morning.” He came over to you to brush another kiss along your knuckles. “I’ll be gone before you wake up. Safe travels.”

“Good night,” you said with a sigh. Mihawk left, then, disappearing around the bend of the corner to head off to his room.

“...I still don’t really forgive him for almost killing Zoro,” Nami said warily. Zoro got up from his seat, moving over to where the two of you had gathered in the kitchen. “But your dad’s fine, I guess. Not terrible, as far as fathers go.”

“Yeah,” you agreed, then glanced apologetically towards Zoro. “I’m sorry about him.”

“It’s fine,” Zoro said with a careless shrug. “It’s getting late. I’ll walk you to your room.” You nodded, drying your hands on a nearby kitchen towel and prompting Zoro to follow you up the steps. The house was large, a castle, really; all dark and winding, with long corridors and tall ceilings. Your bedroom was grand, on the second floor, with a sweeping balcony and wide windows that bore a full view of the island’s perpetual darkness.

“What’d you say?” Zoro asked, stepping into the room. He glanced around, but didn’t remark in his surroundings, turning instead to look over at you.

“I told him I’d be joining the Straw Hat pirates,” you said. Zoro smiled at that, the edges of his lips curling up.

“Good,” he said simply. You moved towards him, forcing him to back up until he reached the plush of your bed. He sat down, eyes not flickering away from yours, soft brown that held an entire universe in them. Planets lined his cheeks, spatters of galaxies that you thought you might revolve inside. “Living here for years alone doesn’t seem like the most interesting life.”

“It was fine while it lasted,” you said, bending your head down, lips hovering over his. Zoro’s hand came up to press firmly along your waist. “I think I like the ship a bit better, though.”

“Hm,” Zoro murmured, eyes on your mouth. He tugged you down, but the kiss he pressed against your lips was chaste, and he was leaning back again before you knew it. “I decided, by the way. On whether I wanted your dad to like me or not.”

You arched a brow, thinking back to that night so long ago when you’d first heard the words on Zoro’s lips. I’m not sure if I want him to like me. “Well?”

“I do,” Zoro said, nudging against your chest, chin bumping along your shoulder. “It makes sense, with you.”

A comfortable silence filled the space. His thumb ran a tender circle along the skin of your torso. “I should probably pack,” you murmured.

“Eh, you’ll have time for that later,” Zoro said dismissively. You laughed, the sound full, straight out your throat.

“Do I, now?” Zoro’s lip quirked, eyes grazing over your figure. You prattled on as if you didn't even notice. “Did you have something else in mind? You realize after this we have all the time in the world to be together—”

“I told you I was impatient,” Zoro interrupted, and then he was tugging you down, pressing a full kiss to your mouth again. You parted your lips to argue, but Zoro just took that as an opportunity to side his tongue in, and, well—this wasn’t so bad, either. One of your hands came to tangle in his hair, nudging his head just the slightest bit upwards to allow you better access. Zoro’s thumb didn’t stop making lazy revolutions into your skin. “Doesn’t seem like you mind.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled against his lips. You leaned forward, pushing him back onto the bed, before pausing to lean down and unfasten the straps of his shoes.

“You’re a real charmer.” Zoro didn’t complain, though, seeming more than pleased when you returned to kiss him, allowing him to fall back onto your bed now that you’d shed him of his footwear. “Little hawk, huh?”

You huffed out a breath. “It’s stupid.”

“It’s cute,” Zoro said casually, one arm coming to prop behind his head. He drank you in properly, this time, from where you were on your knees on the mattress, unstrapping your own shoes before joining him up on the bed. “You are.”

You met his eyes, and a flicker of warmth crossed over your heart. For a soft, silent moment, you let it breathe. Let it exist there. Let the realization that you may one day love this man fill your soul.

“Come here,” you said, climbing over to Zoro even as you spoke. “I’m going to kiss you again.”

Zoro just grinned.

The Going Merry was just as you’d left it, although Mihawk had provided you with any extra provisions the crew might’ve wanted for the rest of your journey. You’d packed up and brought along your stuff, too, managing to finally decorate your cabin in the ship more to your likeness. Everything was ready, and you stood at the edge of the aftercastle, Zoro to your side as you stared down at the island you’d called home for all the years of your life.

But Kuraigana Island wasn’t your only home anymore, and neither was the hawk eyed man who resided in it whenever he was not busy doing something else. Mihawk had left in the early morning, but the ghost of his presence still warmed you. This way, it was easier to let go, you thought. This way, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

“Casting off!” Luffy yelled, his voice puncturing the stillness of the island air from his usual spot on the goat at the ship’s bow. You turned away from the island, jacket lapping around your legs as the wind whipped against it.

“Ready to go?” Zoro asked carefully.

“Yeah,” you answered, turning away from the island. Zoro stood to your left, one hand perched on the hilt of his sword, the other relaxed at his side. His brows were creased, strong against the shimmer of the glinting sun just barely peeking through the darkness of the island.

The fog washed his features in blue, all blurry around the edges, but you couldn’t help but think he was the most beautiful man you’d seen anyway.

“I’m ready.”

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tamayakii · 6 months

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Fathers Love

notes: honestly i went in so hard without a plan this kinda fell through so I'm so sorry if it sucked, i wrote this in like, an hour with no beta reader or breaks. Sorry homies, this is all u get until i get more inspo <3 tags: @inuyasha330 warnings: angst, daddy daughter angsty, the way i was tempted to make this emotionally incesty but i DIDNT- thank me for that. anyways, dives over the pier.

The atmosphere felt thick around you, sitting in an unfamiliar environment. Your only comfort was your older brother but even then he felt distant, you saw the stars of the galaxy and more; you saw things that amazed you.

“So this is what I missed out on?” whispering to him, when you had gotten your powers he had offered you a trip through the stars but you had rejected it; terrified of the powers granted to you through your DNA.

Days before the incident in Chicago, your father had forced you to get a superhero suit when he found out that you too were blessed with the viltrumite powers, promising that he too would train you as he did Mark but; that no matter what you were still his little girl.

You were always his little girl, when you came into this world Nolan had shed the first tears he ever would shed; he was so fearsomely protective of you. Never letting you go out alone, finally seeing the purpose of the backpack leashes marketed towards parents, always always kept you close to him. Growing up he was your hero, he was your everything.

Now the suit feels uncomfortably tight with the memory of his words when he saw it on you for the first time, “just like me” he said, back then it was a compliment but now it was your fear.

“Yeah.. it’s amazing. Isn’t it?” Mark replied in turn, looking at you. There’s a pause before he puts his hand on your shoulder, “it’s gonna be okay.” he answers, you want to believe him. You wanted to but your gut told you otherwise but you stifled it. “I hope so.”

The rest of the flight passed by quickly, with sleeping and eating orange-coloured goo there wasn’t much else to do besides daydream. After a while; all the stars looked the same, passing you by like blurs.

You wondered about where your father went, leaving Chicago a mess, beating your brother to near death- Leaving the world without a word to you or your mother. How many stars away was he? You were left no time to wonder before Nuolzot announced your arrival, waking your brother up.

The skies were pink turning into blue, and purple buildings and large arches decorated the sandy planet. The spaceship hummed as it slowly landed, a horde of blue bug people awaited your arrival.

Cautiously you followed Mark, so close that you were practically his shadow. While he stared in wonderment, you looked for the meteor showers that were supposedly destroying the planet, but there was no sign of them. Only clear skies, no orange fiery balls of death. You held onto Mark's forearm, your gut twisting as Nuolzot took you further from the ship.

“Wait, what exactly about this planet needs saving? Where are the meteors?” Mark questions, you let out a small breath. So he noticed too, you stared at the alien from behind Mark. Face twisting when he answers, forgetting about his own planet's demise that he had cried out about in your backyard before finding your brother at college.

Mark stopped, “The ones that kill billions?” He questions slowly. Stepping in a way that covered you from Nuolzot, as if he was gonna attack as an answer to Mark. But only to leave you two in confusion about his answer,

“The Monarch will explain all.” You begin to wonder who the Monarch was, what it was. Was there no one else to help this planet? Why come all this way when there must be nearby planets that could help?

“Your Majesty!!” The alien calls out, pulling you out of your thoughts, “May I present, Invincible and His sibling, Of Earth!” You and Mark stammer before bowing, figuring it was the most respectful thing to do.

“Hello, Kids.” Shock runs through you like a viper, making your heart drop and your limbs go numb. “It’s been a while.” Your bottom lip quivers and you look up- Dad. There he is, tears fill your lash line as you rack your head for answers,

“Dad?” Marks voice sounds like the wind, moving farther away. Your brows further, shaking your head as you watch Mark approach him. Memories of childhood and happiness flood through you like a dam broken, the love for your father washes over you before something else hits you. Anger, Despair, Sadness.

It was like looking the devil in the eye, the same one that had killed thousands. Your fists clench as you step back, lowering your head as you gaze at him through your eyelashes. Body quivering with the amount of power it takes to not scream at him, to hit him, to ask him why he ruined everything.

And Mark hugs him. He fucking hugs him. It’s like a knife in your heart, biting your lip so hard you taste the iron in your blood. The longer their embrace goes, the longer your heart squeezes. Emotions wrap around you like an old friend amidst the eye of a hurricane, words become distant as you remember all of the pain he put you through, put your mother. Your brother.

You’re brought back to reality when Marks hand touches your shoulder, Nolans eyes catching yours making you flinch from his gaze. “Guess they don’t know you like we do… Fuck you.” Thats the last word your brother says before he takes off, for a few seconds you look back at him. The man that is your father, he goes to reach out; mouth opening and you take off just like Mark. Catching up to him, tears being blown away by the harsh oncoming wind.

But despite all that, he catches up to you; “you’ll never make it home on your own!” You speed up, leaving Mark and Nolan behind. You wanted your silence to hurt him, to cut him deeper than he cut you but it wasn’t possible because he made a hole in your heart.

Mark catches back up to you and Nolan follows again, bargaining with Mark. Promising a ship back home, that Nuolzot wasn’t lying. That they do need help. You let out a yell of frustration; can’t they leave you alone? If you had to fly back to earth on your own you will.

You keep flying, even when Mark doesn’t follow anymore. You keep going until you feel your body adjust to the lack of oxygen, till your tears float in the endless void of space.

“Wait! Wait up!” You stop at your brother's voice, lips quivering. “Please. Wait.”

“Look.. just five minutes-” He bargains “What?! No! Absolutely not! I- No! Are you insane?!” You push him away, but he floats back, angering you more. He grabs your forearms,

“Just five minutes is all. Is there is actual trouble; then we’ll help them out. If not, we can leave. It’s just five minutes.” Mark explains, his dark eyes are wide and begging.

“..fine. But i’m not saying anything to him.” Mark nodded, before pressing his forehead against yours. “That’s okay,” he answers gently before flying with you beside him.

“Five minutes.” Mark orders, Nolan looks at you but you don’t look at him,

“don’t you wanna say anything to me?” Nolan asks- arms out in defeat. He expected this, expected hatred, expected yelling or anything. Anything but silence. He hated silence. Especially from his little girl, that hurt him the most. Both you and Mark flew down to the civilization in response, following Nolan through the building. Mark and him made small talk- more like argued.

You spaced out, trying to bide back the pain that holds you tight, you look up to see another bug alien approach your father and kiss him. Your mouth flies open; Words are exchanged but they’re tuned out.

Seconds feel like hours, Nolan walks to a crib and realisation hits you hard. You feel sick, he made a new family. You’ve been replaced. You’re not his little girl anymore, you were nothing to him. Bile rises through your throat,

“I’m gonna be sick” You shout, turning and sprinting out the door to barf into a potted plant, Mark storms out afterwards and Nolan goes chasing, his bug mate as well. “Oh dear- are you okay?” She asks, holding the baby in one arm and the other rubbing your back. You feel bad, normally you would be thankful for any pity when you barf but now her touch makes you wanna scream. Shrugging her off, you sneer at her before storming off as well.

You see your father and brother, rage making you see red. “What I did on Earth was..” Your fist connects with Nolans jaw as he speaks but it only makes him stumble a bit.

“Fuck you! Just fuck you!! You get to come to earth and make a family- make us love you as if you loved us and then you fuck off to make a new one!?” You cry out, your voice breaking from the strain on your vocal cords. Nolan rubs his jaw, his eyes hold anything but anger, but youre blind to it.

“Please... It’s not what you think.” He pleads, holding his hands out. You slap them away and push him,

“You put me into this fucked up world! You promised me you’d never leave me and look what you did! You left me! You almost killed Mark! Mom cries every night and i don’t know what to do with myself!” You hit his chest, “you said i was your little girl but you left and made a new family like we were nothing! Well fuck you!” You hit his chest over and over again, to no avail.

“Please. Listen.” He grabs your wrists, “You have to listen. You and your brother need to help these people; if not, viltrumite will kill them. They already know i left my post.” Tears roll down your cheeks, and you lean your head back and thrust into his nose.

“Post!? We were just some fucking post to you!? Why do you care about them? Why not us? What about me!?” Headbutting him made no difference, you struggle in his grip. The sight of his babygirl crying broke him; he was supposed to protect you and all he did was hurt you.

“Look i.. I needed you and your brothers' help. They’re good people. We need to save them”

“What about me dad? What about me? Where were you when i needed saving?” your words fall more gently, and you press your forehead on his chest. You wanted to be his little girl again; giggling in his arms as he swung you around.

“I promise, we can talk about all of this soon. But you have to help me save these people.”

And like the little girl who did anything for her daddy's approval, you caved. You hung onto that promise, not realizing that he wouldn’t be able to keep it but for now, it comforted you, warm like your father's love.

#invincible x reader #invincible #nolan grayson x reader #mark grayson x reader #wow thats not alot of tags...

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charlesf1leclerc · 10 months

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hey! i saw the request open and i was wondering if u could do an ollie bearman x reader who is younger than him, maybe 2/3 years (1 is ok too if you’re not comfortable with 2/3) and she’s like the youngest leclerc (if it’s possible) their relationship is private.

they decide to go public to stop the random shipping with other girls that some fan do (maybe the reader/ollie are annoyed or think it’s disrespectful) but she’s also scared/insicure that the fans would hate/judge her for being younger that ollie or something like that

thank if u do it!!

Summary- a beach vacation with you and Ollie and the leclerc fam and the Insta post from hell

Warnings- reader is 16 Ollie is 17, fluff and poorly edited that’s about it.

Authors note- I don’t know seeing the leclerc family and girlfriends out on holiday might of added to my inspo for this hopefully it’s what you wanted tho. Ps this is only part 1 of your request 😉

It was currently summer break the best time of the year in your opinion. You got to spend time with your family and of course your boyfriend Ollie. As you were keeping your relationship out of the public it was very hard for the two of you to find time outside of the track together just the two of you in love. It was a troubling topic, the topic of announcing your relationship as you were already in the public eye because of your brothers you knew the hate their girlfriends received just for being their girl friends. Ollie was so well known in the racing world he was so talented so you knew that there would be a commotion if you and he announced you were dating and that did scare you a little. You weren’t going to lie you were hesitant to even date ollie at first you thought he was so handsome and kind but he was 17 almost turning 18 and you had just turned 16 it’s not that big of a gap but with him turning 18 soon you knew you would get hated on for dating a guy older then you and being labeled to young. Surprisingly the leclerc brothers Arthur Lorenzo and Charles all got used to it pretty quickly and have become supportive of your relationship, at first of course they were hesitant being your brothers and all they didn’t think anyone was good for their little sister especially another driver who could crash at any minute and leave their sister alone in tears. But they liked Ollie, especially Arthur who was very close with him from prema so naturally everyone got along well. You and Ollie had been dating for about 7months now, it may be to early to say but you were definitely in love with the boy. Your family had been kind enough to offer you to bring Ollie along on the family vacation considering that their girlfriends were also going to be their, so you both happily accepted a week in the sun, with your family what could go wrong.

Well……

It was a warm day on the beach, everyone was relaxed and tanned that’s for sure. You were in your floral bikini lying down on a beach towel scrolling through your phone. Ollie was having a dip in the ocean along with your other brothers and a few of the girlfriends but some opted to stay on the sand. As you scrolled through Insta you stopped when you saw the page of a F1gossip sight you normally wouldn’t click on them because you already were involved in the world so you knew the truth and didn’t need to read a page of mostly lies. When you clicked on the page a post captured your eye it was of Ollie so naturally intrigued you took a closer look only to see it was a post about dating rumours with another girl something about her being seen out and about in the Ollie bearmans jumper so they had to be together, she was pretty, really pretty and that did look like his jumper, of course this couldn’t be true he’s with you and all this information is coming from the people who though Fernando and Taylor swift were a thing so it can’t be right, right.

You were to engrossed in the picture that you hadn’t noticed Ollie come out of the water to sit on the towel next to you.

“ the waters amazing, you should come in with me babe” he kissed your cheek

“ hmm” you questioned look up at him

“ I said the waters amazing “

“ that’s nice” you nodded focusing back on your phone

“ ok, hey what’s wrong, you know you can tell me anything” he stroked a piece of your hair back behind your ear.

“ it’s nothing, it’s silly”

“ nothings silly if it’s making you upset, look where we are I can’t have you upset on this beautiful holiday, so tell me”

You couldn’t find the right words to tell him without being upset or offending him so instead you handed him your phone with the post up for him to see.

He took the phone from you a scrolled through the photos and then turned to look at you.

“ babe.. I promise you Im not with that girl , that’s not even my jumper because mine is sitting happily in my wardrobe at home, I promise the only girl I spend my time with is you”

“ I know it just makes me…. I don’t know I just want to be the only girl they ship you with, I know that sounds bad”

“ it doesn’t sound bad I want that too because you are the only girl I love , but we can’t control what they post or what they say we just have to trust each other that those posts are fake I could never love anyone as much as I love you” he rubbed your cheek

“ I trust you O i do but it’s hard hiding all the time I don’t want to hide” I sadly laughed

“ me either lest reveal our relationship to the world” he scooted closer towards you

“ but I don’t want that either I don’t want all the hate comments and everything that comes with having a public relationship I just want you”

“ well this is a bit of a dilemma I don’t think we can have both as much as I would like love” he laughed

“ I know we… we’ll just wait a little longer to reveal it and for now I’ll deal with seeing those posts”

“ I’m sorry”

“ Ollie you have nothing to apologise for” I curled into him

“ I know but if I wasn’t in the public we could have a normal relationship”

“ hey my brothers are in the public to nothing about my life is normal I promise this isn’t all you”

We both sat in silence wrapped up in each other for a moment

“ now did you say something about the water being nice” I giggled

“ yes it’s amazing let’s go”

He grabbed you by your legs flinging you over his shoulder running towards the Crystal blue water before dunking you in.

“ oh your gonna pay for that Ollie!” You screeched.

Happy in your little vacation bubble just you and your family no one else no cameras no press. But that wouldn’t last long.

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solarmorrigan · 6 days

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39 + 95, ship of your choice

Fanfiction Trope Mashup: 39. Survival/Wilderness Fic + 95. Sleep Intimacy

Hello! So I'm going to be honest with you and say that survival/wilderness stories have always given me anxiety and I've never enjoyed reading them, so the closest I got in writing one was a camping fic. I know it's not the same, but hopefully this is alright <3 (ship of choice was Steddie)

You might not know it to look at him, but Eddie had been an outdoorsy kind of kid.

He’d loved playing outside (he’s still the king of finding cool sticks to use as wizard staffs) and he’d always looked forward to his and Wayne’s annual camping trips. Wayne had taught him a lot about surviving in the wilderness on those long weekends, and Eddie had looked at them as grand adventures.

Eventually, of course, Eddie had gained other interests, and Wayne’s hours at the plant had changed, and the camping trips had petered to a stop. Eddie looks on the memories fondly, but doesn’t necessarily feel the need to go back and relive them (particularly not after the days he spent roughing it during the spring break from Hell). He’s happy to leave the outdoorsy activities to Steve these days. Steve loves going hiking, loves swimming, doesn’t even mind doing yardwork; he’s the one people would look at and assume he’d spent his childhood outdoors, except–

“You’ve never been camping?” Eddie asks, sitting up to look down at Steve where he’s squished in beside Eddie on a pool lounger that is absolutely not meant to fit two people.

Steve shrugs. “I always wanted to go, used to ask my dad a lot, and he used to promise he’d take me when he could get the time off of work,” he says. “I think he got pretty fed up with my asking, though, so I just kinda… stopped.”

Well, damn, if that doesn’t poke at a soft spot in Eddie’s hardened little heart.

“We could go,” Eddie blurts.

Steve blinks up at him. “What?”

“Me and Wayne used to go camping every year. I remember a lot of how it’s done, so… you and I could go,” Eddie offers. “If you want.”

“Yeah?” Steve asks, a smile blooming across his face.

Eddie can’t help his answering smile. “Shit, yeah. Let’s go.”

If it makes Steve this happy, Eddie thinks in between Steve’s excited little kisses of thanks, then even if it goes terribly, Eddie won’t regret offering.

It takes a little bit to finagle their schedules and get time off together, but they manage it on the first nice weekend in spring. They pack Steve’s car up with a tent and sleeping bags and provisions and everything else Eddie can remember them needing (and a few things Wayne helpfully reminds him of), and they set off on their adventure.

The weekend starts off well. They set up the tent with minimal swearing, and manage to get a fire going, and explore the trails surrounding their camp, and spend the first night looking at the stars that shine brighter here than they do over Hawkins, and it’s nice.

It’s nice right up until Midwestern weather rears its unpredictable head while Eddie and Steve are out hiking on Saturday afternoon. The clouds roll in fast, rain-scented wind kicking up and shaking the limbs of the trees above them; they turn around to head back to camp, but they aren’t quick enough to beat the incoming rainstorm.

They’re soaked by the time they reach the tent, running and spluttering and laughing breathlessly, zipping the flap shut behind them and shucking their wet clothes before they can drip all over everything. They leave them in a heap off to the side, hopefully to be line-dried later, and do their best to dry off in the confined space.

“Gonna be hard to warm up without the fire,” Steve comments as he tries to scrub the rainwater out of his hair.

The weather has been nice, but not so nice that standing around damp and in their underwear is particularly comfortable. Even in the close space of the tent, the air isn’t warm, and Eddie eyes the goosebumps texturing the bare expanse of Steve’s tanned skin.

“I have an idea,” Eddie says, and Steve looks up at him expectantly. “C’mere.”

Eddie nods to the little nest they’d made the previous night by zipping two sleeping bags together and covering it with a couple of extra blankets. They don’t bother with dry clothes – isn’t skin-to-skin contact better for warming up, after all? Eddie slides in first and Steve joins him, immediately pressing the line of his body up against Eddie’s, curling an arm around his waist, tangling their legs, and resting his cheek against Eddie’s chest. Eddie tucks the blankets up a little closer around the both of them and settles down, wrapping both arms around Steve’s back.

“How’s this?” he asks.

He can feel Steve’s contented sigh as much as he can hear it, and Steve wiggles a little against Eddie’s front, as if there’s any space left between them to eliminate.

“This is good,” Steve says softly.

And it is, Eddie decides. He presses a kiss to the top of Steve’s head, where the earthy smell of the rain lingers, underscored by the faint, familiar scent of Steve’s shampoo. Rain continues to patter against the roof of their tent, and the soft, dim afternoon light does nothing to discourage either of them from beginning to drift.

If it can always be like this, Eddie doesn’t think he’d mind making camping an annual thing again. He wouldn’t mind at all.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #eddiesteve #this is really just shmoop I'm afraid #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous

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bluegalaxygirl · 2 months

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Haihai!,I'm new to ur acc and I love ur stories sm🙏

I was thinking if u could do Abt zosan x reader son, beau meeting the heart pirates for the first time and when he meets bepo he instantly clings into him with star eyes cause to him bepo looks like a pumpkin with his orange boilersuit. I think it be so cute🥹

Thank you<3

So sorry this is late but i love this idea and think its so cute, i hope you enjoy.

Warning: Needles

Your two kids are Kuina age 7, girl with Blonde hair and curly eyebrows but your eyes and skin tone. Beau age 1 1/2, the name means beautiful in french. The baby boy has Zoro's eyes and skin tone but your hair with a few steaks of green. Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Its time for Beau to get his shots with the help if Law who has all the stuff needed and has done Kuina's in the past, speaking of your little girl you left her in the hands of your crew, well mainly Nami and Robin since their the most responsible but you couldn't say that with how happy Kuina was to have some fun with uncle Luffy. With the yellow sub in sight a feeling of dread over comes you since Beau is quite the fussy baby and isn't always the best with strangers, he'll scream his head off if anyone but his parents or crew are holding him. "It'll be ok my love" Sanji sighs wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, taring your eyes away from Beau who is currently in Zoro's arms you look at the cook, his eyes don't show any kind of worry or concern which helps you calm down and give him a nod while leaning into him for comfort. "ellow" Beau points out the large yellow submarine with a large happy smile on his face, one of his hand grabbing into Zoro's Kimono giving it hard tugs to get his dads attention, letting out a giggle a smile forms on your face which makes Sanji let out a smile laugh and rub your arm happy to see you relax at least a little. Zoro chuckles holding his baby a little tighter while nuzzling his nose into Beau's cheek causing your baby to giggle and place his hands on the swordsman's cheek "Yea its like your one at home" the green haired man pulls away watching his baby's happy face, when Kuina was little Captain Kid come by and gave her a load of ship toys he made by hand, one of which was Law's polar tang which now is Beau's favorite, he refuses to bathe without it, so seeing a much larger version must have made his day.

Walking up the ramp of the polar tang you make it onto the metal deck of sub to find Bepo asleep leaning against the large metal door's leading inside while Shachi and Penguin bicker with each other over something you don't understand. None of them seem to notice the four of you until Sanji clears his throat managing to cut through the playful bickering and soft snoring, the bubble leaving Bepo's nose pops waking him up suddenly as his two human friends turn to look your way. The two stare for a while before big smiles appear on their face at the sight of your baby both running over to get a closer look. "Hay guys, oh so cute, look at your little cheeks" Penguin smiles rushing over to look at Beau who's now clinging onto Zoro's kimono and hiding his face in it shying away from the two strangers who are getting too close for his liking, "Hay there little guy, aren't you so cute with your mixed hair colors" Shachi follows close behind both ignoring Zoro's intense glare as he takes a step back not liking that the two are getting too close and not noticing how uncomfortable his baby is, before the swordsman can lash out though Sanji quickly steps in lightly pushing the two other crew members away. "Beau is a bit shy" The cook tries to explain making the two frown while lowing their heads, you could tell they hoped your baby would be like Kuina, a bundle of energy who's always happy to talk and play with them. "He's like this with everyone outside the crew" You reassure while stepping close to Zoro placing a hand on his shoulder feeling him relax at your touch, your baby boy peeks out at the sound of your voice being so close starting to brighten up a bit now that the strangers aren't getting too close and his parents are around him.

Beau lets out a babble while reaching a hand out to you wanting your comfort and attention so with a smile you lean in and place a kiss on his forehead while taking his tiny hand in yours, "It's ok, we've got you" Zoro whispers down to the baby hoping to help reassure him, Sanji turns giving the two of you a small smile before turning back to the two other crew members who both let out sad sighs "We didn't mean to upset him, its just he's so cute" Shachi gulps bowing his head a little while Penguin crossing his arms over his chest still a little upset but understands that their strangers to your kid "We got a hat for him, will he take it?" Thinking for a second you shrug making the two groan but the cook gives a small smile to the two patting Penguin on the shoulder "He might warm up to you over time so don't worry too much" feeling slightly reassured that your baby won't hate them forever the two relax giving the blonde a nod. Bepo finally gets up off the floor while rubbing his tired eyes, making his way over to the group now that everyone has calmed down now and that he can get a word in without being yelled at by his two friends. "Law's waiting inside, i can take you too him" The bear offers stopping next to his crew mates but before anyone can answer, your baby boy glances over seeing the giant white bear in an orange jump suit, his eyes go wide out of pure joy making them sparkle a little as a large smile forms on his face. "Pumpkin" Beau yells out shocking everyone including his parents, Bepo freezes in place his eyes fixed on your baby boy who makes grabby hands towards him babbling away while saying Pumpkin over and over again.

In confusion, you tilt your head leaning closer to your baby and taking one of his hands "Oh sweetie there's no pumpkins here" You give him a smile, but he refuses to look at you instead keeping his eyes on Bepo and pointing at him again trying to get the bear to come closer "Pumpkin" He happy giggles, Sanji turns going to ask his baby what he means when Penguin and Shachi burst out laughing, both bending over and holding their stomachs that start to hurt from how hard their laughing "Oh my gods, i can't believe it" Penguin laughs his legs giving out from under him forcing his knee's to hit the hard metal deck as tears roll down his cheeks from laughter "How did i never see it before. You do look like a pumpkin" Shachi points at Bepo while trying to control his laughter but can't, the realization of this makes the bear blush his eyes going to everyone before landing back on Beau who giggles again with a large smile when they make eye contact. Slapping a hand over your mouth you turn away not wanting to laugh at the bear but you can't help but see it now it's been pointed out. Zoro shakes his head while letting out a chuckle bouncing his baby a little as Sanji walks over to his baby rubbing a finger over his chubby cheek while holding back a laugh "Beau, thats Bepo, he's a bear not a Pumpkin" Beau looks from Bepo then to his daddy then back to the bear before shaking his head and making grabby hands at Bepo again "Pumpkin" There's no hope now, your baby is convinced Bepo is a pumpkin of some kind and there's no changing his mind, it'll most likely be the bears nickname form now on too.

Luckily for the bear the moment is broken when the metal door swings open raveling a very annoyed Law who's been waiting far too long for his liking only to stop when seeing the scene in front of him, raising an eyebrow his scans the area before stepping closer. "What is going on?" Law sighs clearly done with all of this before its even started but his sudden voice makes Bepo jump slightly managing to break out of his shock and letting the blush fade from his fluffy cheeks. "H-he keeps c-calling Bepo P-pumpkin" Shachi and Penguin manage to get out both holding onto each other as they try to stand up and breath normally again, turning you manage to compose yourself before giving the doctor an apologetic smile "He has an obsession with them… sorry Bepo" You turn to the bear who quickly bows and apologizes but you don't know why, he didn't do anything wrong, pinching the bridge of his nose the doctor sighs before waving towards the door "Come on in, Everything is set up" Law sighs heading inside hoping to just get everything over with, leaving the three crew mates outside the rest of you head in but with Bepo not coming along Beau's smile drops his little hands tugging on Zoro's Kimono "Pumpkin?" Your baby asks getting his dads attention who looks down at him with a smile before pressing a kiss on Beau's forehead "You can see him later" The green haired man promise as Sanji walks next to the two letting his hand run through the baby's hair "Don't look so sad, your dad's right, we'll make sure you see Pumpkin before we leave" The cook reassures earning a kiss on the cheek from Zoro secretly thanking his lover for the backup.

Walking ahead of your partners and baby you catch up next to Law worry taking over you again "Law, Urm, Beau isn't like Kuina, he doesn't like strangers, he won't let anyone outside the family and Crew touch him or hold him-" You ramble feeling anxiety run through your body making your breath uneven and hands shack, noticing quicker than you do the doctor places a hand on your shoulder getting you to stop talking and look at him, that normal scowl is replaced with a relaxed and calming look which you don't often see "I understand your worried but i'm sure we can find a way to distract him." A sad look forms on your face from his words, even though their reassuring you know it's going to be hard to distract him and you hate hearing that cry "Law… He screams and cry's like nothing I've ever heard, i understand that this needs to be done for his health so I'll try my best but… it breaks my heart every time i hear it" Placing a hand over your heart you can already feel the pain just thinking about it but once again Law's hand pats your shoulder in reassurance before entering the medical room "I think its best if someone holds him" The doctor speaks up heading over to the sink to wash his hands, Zoro nods keeping hold of Beau while sitting down on the clean metal examination table and adjusting his baby to sit on his lap sideways. Sanji walks up next to you placing an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss on your head "It'll be ok my love, your worrying will just make things worse so please, just try and relax" The cook whispers hoping to calm you down while also being slightly worried himself.

Law walks back over while putting some white surgical gloves on and sitting in a round swivel chair which he scoots over, as he gets closer Beau shy's away his body leaning into Zoro's as his hands grab onto his Kimono again "Buddy, this is Law, the doctor we told you about. He's Uncle Luffy's friend" Zoro explains only to earn a groan from Law at being call Luffy's friend, but he lets it slide if it'll help calm the baby down, Beau still shy's away starting to bury his head into his dads chest "I'm going to give you some medicine to help, I'll be quick and then I'll leave you alone… ok?" Law scoots a little closer while taking one of the needles in his hand hoping that this will be quick but as soon as his other hand takes a hold of Beau's arm a scream that makes your heart shatter leaves your baby's lips, the screaming Law could deal with, it's the trashing that makes things hard. Pulling away the doctor watches Beau calm down his legs no longer kicking and arms stop thrashing as Zoro shushes his baby holding him tight to his chest "Hay it's ok buddy, your safe, he's not going to hurt you… hay you want to play with my earnings?" The swordsman asks leaning his head down to let his three gold earnings dangle closer, its something both your kids love playing with so for Beau to shake his head at the offer makes make everyone's eyes widen. Walking up behind Beau you place a hand on his head then lean round to kiss his cheek feeling the salty tears on your lips "Beau honey, I promise your safe" You try and reassure but your baby shakes his head again before turning and trying to grab onto you, lifting him up Zoro hands you the baby and jumps off the table helping you sit down where he was. "If you hold him, I'll hold his arm" The swordsman suggests watching you cradle the baby in your arms and kiss his head trying to calm your nerves and the baby's, luckily slightly rocking him Beau calms him down enough for Zoro to hold his arm closest to Law letting the doctor have another go but upon feeling another hand Beau cry's out again his legs kicking and free arm trying to push Law's hand away.

The doctor backs up again not wanting to risk hurting the child, rocking Beau back and forth he clings onto you for dear life while still letting out little cry's "It's ok honey, i'm here" You sigh against the baby's forehead giving it a few kisses hoping he'll stop crying "Beau, i know your scared, but he's not going to hurt you" Sanji walks over and hops up next to you on the table resting his head on your shoulder in order to see the baby's face better "Here, how about you have one of these" the cook smiles reaching into the bag he brought along and pulling out a small lollipop, Beau looks up at his daddy thinking for a second before shaking his head "Your too smart for you own good" Zoro sighs ruffling the baby's hair who seems to know what you three are trying to do. "Please honey, just let doctor do what he needs too, after words we can cuddle, nap, play, what ever you want" Sanji begs stroking the baby's back his heart sinking at seeing his child so upset, Law suddenly stands putting the needle down and taking off his gloves "I'll be right back" The doctor states walking off before anyone can call after him, letting out a sad sigh you hold Beau a little tighter your heart hurting at forcing your child to go threw this but you know this has to be done for the sake of his health in the long run, thoughts run through your head on how to help the situation but there's not much you can do other than hold down Beau which is something you won't let happen. Letting out a sad sigh your place one last kiss on the baby's head before turning to Sanji wondering if your anxiety is rubbing off on Beau and making the situation worse "Can you hold him?" You ask earning a nod from the cook who happily takes the baby from your arms and holds him, so he's standing on his lap.

Beau grips onto his daddy's jacket and looking over the blonde shoulder taking in the room around him "Hay there little man" Sanji smiles rubbing his baby's back and kissing his little cheek feeling him a lot calmer now. Getting off the tables you go to grab something out of the bag only to feel arms around your waist pulling you into a bread chest. "It'll be ok baby" Zoro whispers while rubbing your back, he hates seeing you so stressed, but he understands why, that cry from Beau breaks his heart too. "Pumpkin" Beau yells out with a giggle getting his parents to look over at the door seeing Law walking in with a blushing and shy Bepo behind him, the bear gulps before walking up behind Sanji and holding out his paw to the baby who reaches out and grabs it a big smile on his face. In shock the three of you don't even notice that Law has already sat down, put on gloves and injected Beau until the sound of a bin opening catches your attention "All done" Law wraps everything up and places it into a yellow bin before placing a small plaster on Beau's arm where he was injected, the baby doesn't even notice, too focused on Bepo who's starting to relax around your son a bit more. "What? thats it? How?" Sanji asks in shock while you let out a laughter of relief pressing your face into Zoro's chest who lets out a chuckle holding you a little tighter. Law gives a simple shrug with a smug smile on his face "We're leaving in 5 hours, please be gone by then" The doctor pats Bepo on the shoulder before leaving telling the bear he did a good job in secret.

The three of you manage to calm down and get out of your shock while sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, Beau is happily sitting on Bepo's lap playing with the bear and some times looking over his orange jumpsuit and fluffy body, Shachi and Penguin are sitting on the floor in front of the bear trying to get Beau to pay attention to them but it isn't working. Your baby is still weary of strangers, still refusing to let anyone else touch him but has taken a strong liking to Bepo who is now officially nicknames Pumpkin no matter how many times the bear tries to correct him "Just give it up Bepo, your Pumpkin now" Shachi chuckles watching the bear blush again while turning his head away, Beau giggles reaching his arms out again to grab onto Bepo's black nose wanting his attention "Come on, at least its better than Kuina pulling on your fur" Penguin smirks leaning back on his arms only to earn a glare from the bear making him tense up slightly, looking down at Beau Bepo gives him a smile quickly apologizing for turning his attention away earning a babble and pats on the chest. Zoro lets out a yarn laying his head on your shoulder the stress of the day making him more tired than normal, reaching up you stroke his cheek feeling tired yourself but you can't take your eyes off the sweet scene in front of you and how relaxed you feel. "You want to go home? have a nap?" Sanji asks wrapping his arm around your shoulder to run is hand through the swordsman's hair who hums in response, you on the other hand shake your head earning a raised eyebrow from the cook "Just a little longer… Look how calm he is" You whisper scared that if you speak up any louder you'll ruin the moment, your two boys turn to watch the scene in front of them before letting out a relaxed sigh agreeing to say just a little longer.

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akookminsupporter · 1 month

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Hey Rosie, so i did a thing a decided to visit some taekook blogs to just read some of their theories to see if i could understand where they are coming from because no matter how hard i think about things, i just can’t for the life of me understand why someone will honestly still ship taekook in 2024 and even after watching everything Jikook have done for and to each other in years and when i tell you i lost braincells, believe me i did.

I’m one person who believes that people should be free to believe in what they want to as long as they are not being dismissive of other members bonds but i realized that, that is literally the only way taekookers cope. They are blatantly dismissive of Jk’s bond with Jimin and only acknowledge it when it comes to moments they cannot argue and then the want to play the “they are bestfriends so it’s normal” card even though just right before that, they were claiming how Jk arrived Yoongi’s concert and ignored Jimin. How can u say this and then when someone brings something which obviously shows how Jk cares about Jimin you are back to claiming that they are bestfriends even though you think Jk will arrive a concert and ignore his bestfriend just because he wants to cling to his “boyfriend”? Make it make sense.

I know that in the last years, jikook spaces have gotten really toxic and some jikookers are becoming as delulu as tkkrs but i will always thank God for the handful of sane jikookers we still have because trust me when i tell you that there is not a SINGLE sane taekooker in this world. All of them have either been brainwashed or are plain stupid. For the most part, most jikookers pay attention to facts to try to make sense of jikook. Yes we do have our theories but you don’t see Jikookers sticking to their theories as proof of the damn ship but this is the opposite for taekookers. They actually don’t care about the facts. They don’t care about what the boys have to say or what has actually happened all these years. They only care about their own interpretation of the boys actions and words.

You wouldn’t hear them bringing up tangible reasons as to why they think their ship is real. They will bring up reasons like the fact that taekook wore the same shirt on the same day and same time even though they were in different continents💀. They will bring up things like hearing taekook’s voices in each other’s Lives and the only proof they have for this are the voices in their heads.

I am one of those who believes that Jikook sometimes hide in each other’s Lives but i don’t believe this just because i see them look to a certain direction for 3 seconds or because i hear a random sound. My belief is backed up by the fact that we literally have evidence which has been consistent for over a decade which points to the fact that Jimin and Jk are the two who spend the most of their nigts together. I didn’t come to this conclusion by imagining that they do, i came to this conclusion because they have literally told us this so many damn times. So if i hear a voice or feel like someone else is in Jimin or Jk’s room at some odd hour, i am more inclined to think it is Jimin or Jk rather than anyone else because those two have a history of being in each other’s rooms the most, you get? It is the same as, if someone has a reputation of being a theif, if something gets missing everyone will most likely look to them first before anyone else.

Another thing that is really weird to me about taekookers is how they blatantly ignore everything we have witnessed Jikook do for years and then they hype up taekook doing some of those things for a 6 months period. This entire fandom has seen Jikook arrive and leave so many places together for years with or without tae present. We know that Jk has hung out with Jimin and his friends for years. Infact we saw Jk with Jm’s friends way b4 anyone ever dreamed of Jk hanging out with Tae’s wooga but when Jk did all these things with Jimin, it didn’t matter and it meant nothing but now, some of them consider it irrefutable proof that taekook is real because Taekook arrived and left a concert together ONCE in 10 years and because for the first time in a decade, Jk was seen hanging out with Tae and his friends for a period of time. MAKE IT MAKE SENSE.

Do you remember those days when taekookers used to swear that Jikook hanging out alot outside of work was proof that they weren’t real because according to them, no closeted couple in a homophobic country will expose themselves so much? Remember when JM and Jk sharing cars was fanservice? Remember how they downplayed Jk’s lives about JM in chapter two because it was “official content” but were praying Jk did the same for tae and when that didn’t happen, they switched their narrative to “Jk was forced” or “Jm needed promotion while tae didn’t”. I honestly don’t understand how they even make sense to themselves. Ask them why they think Jk and tae are a couple when there is literally evidence Jk spending birthdays and couple holidays with Jimin and not seeing Tae some times at all and they tell you, Jk and tae have to protect themselves by lying that they don’t. So you mean to tell me that Jk and Tae don’t feel the need to “protect” themselves when they are attending premiers or when tae is namedropping Jk 1783787 times or when Tae is coming to announce that Jk sings him a song but they only feel the need to “protect” themselves when it comes to admitting that they go to greet each other on birthdays?

You see that their entire premise of belief in their ship is making other people the villains in taekook’s lives. The big bad company who constantly separates the boys in camera, constantly forces Jk to do fanservice with Jimin, constantly cuts their moments, Jimin who constantly forces himself on Jk, who doesn’t respect his friends relationships, Jk who is lilly livered and cannot stand up and say no to the money hungry company, Jk who sometimes hurts tae by playing along with the “fanservice” and poor tae tae who has to sit there and take all of this. Poor tae tae who has a terrible soulmate and a boyfriend who cannot fight for him. He is the real victim in all of this. I honestly don’t know how they don’t see how incredibly stupid they sound.

Sorry for the rant.

Anon, thanks for the TED TALK.

Honestly, there is not much I can add. Thanks for taking one for the team and read what las vecinas are saying, you are a stronger person than me because I have never been able to do that. I think two of the key things for that group to stay afloat for so long are:

Not seeing original content.

Living in denial.

And that's why they will always be around, no matter what.

#anon #ask #jkkrs opinion #the subgroup #preg 187

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dearharriet · 5 months

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could you write a steve x fem!reader fic based on little freak by harry styles? thank you!!!

ty for the req!! <3 i hadn’t listened to little freak since harry’s house came out but this prompt rly grew on me :) hope u like it! (1.6K) 🦢 (cw: drinking, smoking, foul language)

A football team of college pricks had invaded the kitchen. You felt bad. In high school, the kitchen was always a haven at parties for chatting and drinking and planning to leave. What you were witnessing felt like the desecration of God’s land.

You were on the counter, where you’d stationed yourself an hour ago. The rowdy group would rotate between flirting with you and rooting through the cupboards and drawers, or roughhousing (which had broken three household items so far), or yelling.

The guy talking to you now smelled like Windex and had calluses on his hands that kept snagging on your tights.

“—and girls always say they like blue collar guys but really they’re just talking about Bruce Springsteen.”

“Mm-hm,” you mumbled a half-hearted agreement.

You’d exhausted your options, and were considering letting Windex take you home. Half of the other guys wouldn’t even talk to you, only shooting furtive glances your way.

“Have you seen how lanky that guy is? He’s never seen a day of work in his life.”

“Uh-huh.” You scanned the crowd, desperate for another chance, but only found two girls eyeing you from the punch bowl. Caught, they scampered out of the kitchen again giggling, their full cups sloshing red onto the linoleum.

“Hey,” Windex pulled your attention back to him. Your face felt warm, and you chided yourself. The girls never used to make fun of you for being liked.

“Hey,” he said again, taking your chin. You tamped down a cringe. “Wanna get out of here?”

This time when you swept the kitchen, hopeless, there was someone standing on the threshold.

There was a fuzzy familiarity about him—the nose, the big brown eyes.

Windex finally turned to see what was distracting you, and his grip on your leg tightened.

“Oh, Jesus. Here comes royalty.”

The other boys in the kitchen noticed him too, and started heckling him. The chaos of their insults made them indecipherable. You caught the stranger’s eye and smiled demurely, but he averted his gaze, and then lurched forward like someone pushed him. A small dirty blonde traipsed in behind him, speaking a mile a minute.

Windex blocked your view with his body, standing between your thighs.

“C’mon, let’s get outta here. I think the rats are moving in for scraps.” He pulled at your legs to slide you off the counter, but you anchored yourself with your hands.

“I think I’m gonna stay a little longer,” you told him, and because your subtlety is nonexistent, your eyes flicked over to the boy and his friend. Windex caught on quickly, glancing between you two and scoffing dryly.

“Right,” he said. “Have fun with that. Just don’t be surprised if his dick is softer than his hands.”

You straightened. “You can go now.”

He threw his hands up in surrender and backed away.

“You guys can give it up,” he shouted over the music and the jeering. “King Steve is here!”

The guys all groaned, dropping everything and abandoning ship.

One of them threw his cigarette into Steve’s brand new cup of liquor and it flamed. Steve jumped back, tossing the drink away from him. You gasped.

“What the hell?” Steve was giving the guy what for? but everyone else was staring at Windex. Steve’s drink was seeping into his flannel shirt, a blotch of brown over the forest-green. Thankfully the flame didn't last, so he was only soggy and unhappy.

“Real nice, bud,” Windex bit out. “My shirt is fucked.”

Steve’s friend spoke up.

“Tell your idiot friends not to make molotovs out of his damn drink, then, bud.”

“Rob, stop. Let’s just go, they were here first.”

“No, please, your highness. She’s all yours.” Windex shot a look your way, and then him and the rest of them went away.

With the guys gone, the typical kitchen crowd started reappearing. Steve and his friend seemed content to lean against the island and people watch.

You assumed she was his girlfriend after a while, but then a pretty redhead appeared and whisked her away, their fingers nervously interlocked.

Steve made his way over soon after.

“Hey.” There’s an art to charming guys, and you were always naturally talented at it. You’d dip your chin and look up through your lashes, and speak just a smidge too quiet so they’d have to lean in to hear you.

Steve, however, didn’t lean in. His mouth pulled into a strained smile.

“Hi.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, um, fine.” He glanced behind you. “Would you grab me a paper towel?”

Twisting around, you found the roll on its spool under the cabinet and frowned. The section tore off cleanly and you slid it across the counter to him.

“I remember you, now,” you said before he could escape. “From school. You’re the ladykiller.”

He blew a breath out and ran a hand through his hair. You remembered that, too.

“That’s not something I’m really proud of.” He winced. “I’m trying to leave it behind.”

A throaty giggle sprang out of you.

“I don’t know if spilling drinks on people is a step in the right direction.” You were joking, but he frowned.

“Yeah, I’m, uh. I’m sorry about that.”

“Are you?” You squinted.

“No,” he said with retroactive irritation. “He was being a prick. They all were. But I’m sorry for you.”

A scoff rolled out of you, slightly affronted.

“Gee, thanks.” You folded your arms and leaned back into the cabinet. “Is this how you charm all the girls? By feeling sorry for them?”

“I don’t do much charming,” he muttered. You raised a skeptical brow. “Anymore.”

Laughing, you lifted your butt to grab the pack of smokes you had stashed away in your back pocket.

“Clearly. I’m starting to think you’re actually here for the paper towel.” Kicking a leg out, you grazed his hip with your sneaker while you pulled a cigarette out.

Steve watched you light it, something churning behind his eyes.

“I don’t get it,” he mumbled, almost too quiet for you to catch. He was shaking his head.

“Hm?” Blowing your first drag out into the kitchen, you relaxed a little further in your perch.

“Just…in school, guys always talked about you like you were odd. Freaky.” He shrugged. “You just seem like a girl to me.”

Your brows pinched, conflicted. “Oh.”

Steve kept eyeing your smoke. When he realized he wasn’t being subtle enough, he turned to gaze out at the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Yknow, I always wondered what you thought of them.”

You looked out into the kitchen, but there was no identifiable person that he was talking about.

“Who?”

Ruffling the back of his hair a bit, he said, “The guys you’d talk to.”

You hummed. Ashed your cigarette onto his forgotten paper towel.

“You mean why I liked them?”

“No, just—” Steve paused. Intrigued, you scooted to the edge of the counter to listen closer.

“Just what you were thinking.” Steve kicked his sneaker into the floor. “You looked kinda far away most of the time.”

A smile crept over your face.

“Yeah, that sounds about right,” you muttered, swaying your feet. You tried to sum your thoughts up without being long-winded.

“I think…they’re bored.” Steve looked at you and you added, “And sad.” Smiling bitterly, you looked away. “Mostly sad.”

Steve's laugh was hollow as he rubbed his cheek with the flat of his hand.

“Yeah. Sounds about right.”

You shared a look, and then shared a silence as you finished your cigarette. When you were done, you stubbed it briskly and leaned forward onto your hands again.

“Hey, so.” You cleared your throat. “I think I’m gonna go. And if I leave on my own, at least one of those guys is gonna follow me. I know you’re not interested, but, um…”

Smiling at him—a real smile, not a simper or a manipulation—you asked, “Do me a favor and walk me out?” Steve looked unsure, so you added, “You can come right back. If you don’t want people to think…”

Nodding slowly, Steve came and helped you hop down. You tried to concern yourself as little as possible with his big hands, with how automatic his decision to help you was. You failed miserably, especially when he started guiding you out by the small of your back.

Windex was shirtless on the couch, talking at a new girl who wore a thousand-yard-stare that rivaled yours. He stilled when you passed, watching the both of you with contempt, but didn’t stop you.

Outside was chilly, being night and near-October in Hawkins. You rubbed your arms over the thin sleeves of your shirt and sucked in a shaky breath. It came out as steam.

“Thanks,” you said cheerily, giving Steve's forearm a small grateful squeeze. “I’ll see you ‘round.”

You probably wouldn’t.

The gravel driveway loomed before you, and you started your trek with a huff.

“What are you doing?”

You spun around to see Steve looking at you, perplexed.

“I’m walking home.”

Steve's face flickered with emotion before he shook his head insistently.

“Uh-uh. Let’s go.” Shoving his hand into a pocket, he produced his keys and started toward a BMW.

“What? Steve, no, it’s fine. I do it all the time.”

The passenger door was already open.

“Get in the car, crazy.”

Shifting where you stood, you found yourself tempted to do just that. You glanced at the house.

“People will think—“

“That’s fine.”

A beat passed between you, and then a cold gust of wind pushed you into the cushy leather seat, and Steve closed the door behind you.

When he slid into the driver's side you asked, “What about your friend?”

He smiled. “She left a while ago.”

“Oh.” Nodding, you relaxed. Steve put the car in reverse and turned the radio up, and you laughed outright.

Springsteen was on.

thank you for reading! 🌝

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#steve harrington #request #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x reader fanfic #stranger things #reqs open #songfic

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somber-sapphic · 1 year

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Hi!! Um so I just read your Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader and now I’m opposed. Your writing got me into this ship and this show bahaha- and speaking of your writing I f*cking love it. Literally lights up my day/days whenever I read one of your posts and I get so excited ahaha so legitimately thank you🥲 if possible could you do another one of Carina DeLuca x Maya Bishop x Reader? Idrc about what prompt, just like a bad situation, to worse to better you know. If you don’t want to write for them I’d love to read another WandaNat x Reader🫣 (but if u really need a prompt something like insult to injury) thank you!

I hope you’re doing okay and it’s okay if you aren’t <3 and hopefully u are taking care of yourself. I’ve been reading ur fics for ages so if u ever need like a randoms imaginary shoulder to cry on I’ve got you ;) 🌸

Worse Alone

I am so, so sorry it took me so long to get to you 🌸! I can't express in words how much what you said means to me though, like (and I say this a lot, I know, but it's true) stuff like this truly gives me so much motivation. I love you so much and I will give you my imaginary shoulder any day that you need it. Btw, you don't have to sensor your swears unless you truly want to, I am the queen of obscenities <3

[[Summary]] Smoke and semi-working lungs don't go too well together. But you have a job to do. (marina x reader)

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A five-hour blaze wasn’t something that anyone wanted to deal with, but it was something that you and your team knew how to deal with. Of course, it was dangerous for everyone around, but it was also thrilling. You all ran into fires for a reason, the eight of you were adrenaline junkies who felt the irresistible need to save lives.

Every so often after a particularly rough day Maya, Carina, and you would just curl up together in bed, no one sleeping despite how exhausted the three of you would be. The brunette would alternate between stroking your hair and rubbing Maya’s back, cushioned in between the two of you as if she needed the pressure to prove to her that you both were safe.

To call today a ‘rough day’ would be an understatement. Thankfully everyone had survived, but a young woman had been sent to Grey Sloan with severe burns, screaming about her baby. The baby, a severely annoyed two-year-old, was thankfully fine. The little boy had been distracted fairly quickly as the other paramedics checked him over, focusing on the stethoscope which he for some reason found absolutely fascinating.

His mother was rushed to the burn unit but from what you and everyone else knew she was holding strong and the boy's other mom was taking care of him. That wasn’t the worst part though. The worst part was that your body was utterly pissed with you for deciding to treat it so badly and it was taking it out on you at the worst possible time.

You had done the best that you could when it came to fighting the blaze, resisting the urge to attach yourself to an oxygen tank even when you were outside of the house, away from the smoke. Entering the house was an atrocious idea, but your girlfriend was in there. You had ignored Andy’s orders and raced to rescue the woman you loved.

The blonde knew that you weren’t feeling very well, she had heard you coughing in the bathroom before the call had come in and had tried to convince you to go home. Then of course the alarm sounded and there was nothing that either of you could do. Sure you wanted to be anywhere but inside a burning building with your lungs already starved for oxygen, but it wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

Maya was fine, momentarily hindered when a piece of the roof collapsed leaving her needing to find a new way to get herself out. You had helped despite her protests that she could do it on her own and that you needed to leave. Instead of doing what she asked of you, you took the time to help her get out, working strategically and quickly around the debris.

You made it through without passing out even a little bit and the fire was finally extinguished. When you got outside you pulled your helmet off and half stumbled over to Ben in search of oxygen. He noticed your struggle and passed over a mask, asking repeatedly if you were okay as you sat down on the bumper of the Aid Car, your gear practically pulling you down. Gravity was not working in your favor.

“Y/n, let me take your jacket off,” Ben ordered, sounding like a doctor. He was a doctor. The damn man had too many careers, it sometimes frustrated you just how accomplished he was.

“Back off, Probie.” You rasped, shrugging him away. Technically you had rank over him, so technically you could order him around. The loophole totally worked for you as long as it mean that he’d leave you alone. You didn’t have any problem with Ben as a person, he was actually a pretty nice dude, but you had absolutely no wish to be ‘Doctored’ right now.

You were expecting to be yelled at, but thankfully Andy hadn’t come over to shout while you were still on the scene. You could see her casting you frustrated looks while she talked to your girlfriend, but left it alone. That only lasted until you got to the station.

“L/n!” Andy yelled, stomping over to you. She looked angry but also concerned. Maya was beside her, wearing a similar expression. “What the hell were you thinking? You endangered every one of us!” The captain snapped, glaring down at you.

You stood to meet her gaze, trying to look less weak than you felt. Fighting her on this was probably a poor decision, but you had no intention to take this lying down.

“I was doing my job, Captain.” You bit back. Andy bristled at the comment, rage hardening in her eyes. The woman beside her bit back what would definitely be a remake would probably upset everyone and reserved herself to a slight shake of the head.

“Check. Your. Tone. L/n. I am your boss, not your punching bag. I don’t care that you aren’t feeling well, that doesn’t give you an excuse to be an ass. You could have gotten yourself and others hurt.” Now it was your turn to bristle.

“Maya was trapped, she needed-”

“She needed you to do what you are told instead of ignoring direct orders. You aren’t the only one on this team Y/n, do you understand that? If you ever do something so stupid again I will have you suspended. For now, you will be taking two weeks paid leave. Take care of yourself. Come back when you’re done making stupid decisions.” Her voice softened on the last sentence, expression fading from stern boss to worried friend.

You sagged slightly, shrugged, and looked over at Maya in hopes to find support there.

“Come on Y/n. Carina’s off today, I bet she’ll make you some soup.” She held out a hand and part of you didn’t want to take it. Part of you wanted to prove yourself to your boss, but Maya’s offer was too good to pass up. Carina made the best soup and she was always so good at knowing exactly what you needed.

You took the hand and allowed yourself to be led out of the station, ignoring everyone’s kind words and well wishes. Maya got you situated in the car, both of you silent. She was incredibly gentle, brushing your hair away from your face and lingering a bit with her touches, but she was still frustrated with you. It was okay, you understood. You had scared her.

The ride home was quick and quiet. You were half asleep and Maya was listening to the radio, your cough overpowering the soft music. Carina would probably insist that you sleep with at least two humidifiers tonight, but it wouldn't matter, at least you’d be with them.

You let your eyes slip closed and you leaned against the cool window, shivering in your loose clothes. You wanted your bed and someone to hold you. Unfortunately, you’d have to wait for those things. They’d probably make you shower before you were allowed to climb into the bed.

You were right. The second you got into the house Carina was all over you, asking a flurry of questions and speaking in rapid-fire Italian about your condition. Normally you loved to listen to speak the language that you didn't understand, but now it was just messing with your mind.

She had ordered you and Maya into the bathroom, promising to have your room made up with whatever she believed that you would need to feel better. The shower was nice enough. Maya washed your hair, allowing you to lean back against her in your exhaustion. It was tough to stay standing, but she was there, making sure that you would be okay.

“M’sorry.” You rasped, blinking teary eyes at the worried looking blonde. She tilted her head to the side and smiled, gripping your elbows tightly.

“Babe, I just want you to be safe. I’m sorry you don’t feel well. I wish that you had told one of us sooner, then you would have gotten to be with Carina all day. It could have been a good day, not an awful one. Okay?” You nodded your understanding and sniffled softly, your nose running in what you were sure was a disgusting way. Maya looked at you lovingly nonetheless.

When the brunette said that she was going to get everything you could possibly need, she had really meant it. The room that the three of you shared was decked out in everything one would want for a sick day. Boxes of tissues, a mug of tea on the bedside sitting beside a glass of apple juice, three humidifiers, a bottle of cold medicine, a fluffy blanket, and extra pillows.

“You did that pretty fast, Car.” You forced out, climbing into the bed with the help of both of your girlfriends. Maya followed and wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close while Carina measured out a dose of medicine.

“Si, I work quickly. Now open your mouth, I want to see how high your temperature is.” She was in work mode right now, they’d be time for joking after you did what you were told. You pouted but opened your mouth, holding the thermometer under your tongue. The brunette carded her fingers through your hair as you waited for the reading, looking utterly disappointed.

“102.3, oh Y/n, no wonder you do not feel well. Take this, alright? Then you can go to sleep.” She kissed your forehead, prompting you to obey her wishes. You were a sucker for physical attention, even more so when you were sick.

The medicine tasted like you licked a fake plastic cherry and stung your throat, but it was what it was. Both women smiled when you finished it and you got twin kisses on each of your cheeks. These women were amazing.

You felt your eyes fill with tears and you ducked your head, not wanting to show them that you were about to cry. That was just too much, they didn’t need to deal with your unnecessary emotions at the same time.

“Oh baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” Maya crooned, tilting your chin back up so that you were forced to meet her crystal blue eyes. You felt Carina’s arms slip around your waist as she sat on your other side and that was about all that you could take.

You broke into stifled sobs and pressed your head against the blonde's shoulder in search of comfort. You didn’t want to talk about it, you just wanted to cry. Which was stupid, because earlier you had been completely fine. Now you were bawling like a baby in the arms of your girlfriends.

Neither of them said anything while you cried, they just let you, holding you close until you were too tired to cry anymore. You didn’t actually remember falling asleep, all that you knew was that one minute it was dark out, and the next you were laying down with your head on Carina’s chest, both of the women asleep beside you.

Your body still hurt and you still felt disgusting, but at least you weren’t alone. Being sick and alone was worse than being sick with people who loved you.

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gabigabigabby · 1 year

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hey!! i absolutely adore all ur writing <33

i had a really specific request for a pulisic x reader fic where they’re friends w benefits and he invites her to go on a trip with his friends because he has an extra ticket and during the trip, he gets jealous about how close she is to his friends? and she’s secretly doing it to make him realize that they should get together

thankss!!! <3

friends with benefits | c. pulisic

christian pulisic x fem!reader

a/n: thanks for the request anon! honestly i was super excited to receive a pulisic request 😆! sry for the wait, i literally had no idea how to continue this so i hope this does ur request justice! i also linked a song that really reminded me of this entire plot so go check it out below (if u want!). enjoy! ⭐️

synopsis: what christian thought would be a lust-filled trip to ibiza... turned upside down.

it all started with that one offer.

hey, havertz decided to tap out of this ibiza trip and i have this extra ticket if you want to tag along. it's just me, mason and joão. i know we're not like that but i'd love for you to come.

and it ended with that one favor that you had asked from mason.

that text that christian had sent you yesterday seem to never leave your mind. after all, the two of you are only friends with benefits. friends with benefits don't go on vacation together. your mind takes you back to the very first time.

"no strings attached?" you reminded christian before anything happened.

"no strings attached." he repeated. and the rest was history.

you replied yes anyway, before taking a deep breath and getting off your bed to pack. you are familiar with ibiza having travelled there with a couple friends a year ago, so you knew what to pack.

you find yourself driving to christian's house as soon as you did after receiving a text from him saying that mason and joão have already begun to gather there. upon arriving, christian, mason and joão had already huddled before the front door, christian locking it carefully.

"hey guys," you greet, rolling down the window and putting your car in park. "you don't mind if i leave my car here, do you?"

christian smiles at the sight of you smiling at the three guys. "no, not at all," grabbing his suitcase, he and the lads walk on over to the front gate that was automatically opened when you arrived. "i just booked an uberblack for the four of us."

"alright, man!" mason cheers, patting his best mate's back before wheeling his suitcase over to the front of the house, joão following behind him. walking over to the trunk of the car, you open it and pull out your suitcase, slamming the trunk and locking the car once you're done.

"how are you? we haven't seen you in a long time." joão asks, his arm around your shoulder.

"i've been good. you know, been taking time for myself." you smile, appreciating the fact that joão had the courtesy to ask about your well-being.

"good to hear." joão answers as the uberblack pulls in before the house.

it was about an hour drive from christian's home to london heathrow. the four of you were in no rush so you took your time; getting starbucks, checking in 30 minutes before the gates close and you still had more than enough time to sit down and have a conversation about how life's been treating you.

once it's time to board the plane, you find out that you're seated next to christian. he had helped you bring your lighter suitcase into the overhead compartment and sat next to you. "hope you don't mind, havertz chose this spot." christian shrugs. you shake your head and wave it off, truly because you didn't mind it at all. it'd be nice to sit with somebody who knew you inside and out — literally.

there was a comfortable silence between you and christian on the short two-hour flight to ibiza. you fell asleep on his shoulder and his heart started palpitating, as it usually does when you both end up in bed together.

mason had pre-ordered a yacht a week before the trip. the ship had only two rooms. it was only obvious that you share the room with christian since he knows you better than mason and joão. nothing had happened the first night, as you'd expected. but you kind of had this empty feeling in your stomach.

you'd always wanted to find out why christian invited you, out of all his teammates. he could've invited enzo, conor, ben or reece. but he chose you. but of course, you like to make things difficult for yourself. in order to find out if christian really does have a thing for you, you're going to pull a prank on him.

a prank which you will need mason mount's help, who you found in the kitchen, taking small sips from his water.

when you wake up the next day, you meet the guys at the front of the yacht for breakfast. you give mase a knowing look. giving you one back, mason clears his throat. "thanks for last night, y/n. i had fun."

"yeah, no problem. i had fun too." you reply almost immediately. christian's head immediately turns to look at you. you realise he felt like asking you what that meant, but he drops the act eventually. because who was he to you? nobody important, nobody that should be questioning what you and mason were doing together last night.

"he didn't fucking fall for it, mase," you pull him aside after breakfast. "what do i have to do to make him realise it?"

"it's alright. we'll think about something else. i'm convinced he likes you. and not just because of what you do at night." mason rubs his chin.

joão had planned to have dinner at this highly-rated restaurant near the yacht park. this was all a part of mason's plan to make christian realise that there's nobody better for him than you. in the middle of your meal, mason gently kicks your leg from under the table, making you look up from your food at him. mason bobs his head sideways, pointing outside. you nod your head and at the same time, you and mason both get up and head outside.

"this better work, mase." you lean on the brick wall that lined the entire restaurant.

"it should," mason instinctively gets closer to you as you fish your hand into your purse, pulling out a box of cigarettes before putting one onto your lips and lighting it up. "look, look. no, don't look, christian's coming. this'll work, woman. trust me. laugh at something i said."

so you did. mason didn't say anything but you laughed anyway. the front door swings open, revealing a fuming christian. "okay, pray tell. what is going on between the two of you?"

mason turns to face him. "nothing, lad. just... having a conversation with her."

"don't bullshit me, mount," christian spits. his eyes suddenly show that i just connected the dots stare. "are you guys fucking behind my back?"

"ew, christian!" you stand up straight. "mason? really? you think i'm sleeping with mason? mase?"

"we get it, y/n, you don't like me like tha—" mason couldn't even finish his sentence before christian grabs him by his shoulders and shoves him back towards the restaurant.

"i'm gonna talk so you keep smoking," christian begins, finding his spot right before you. "i like you. i like you a lot. and not like that, if you're gonna say something. i like you like that. and i don't care if that's gonna affect anything between us. you're gonna take me, and you're gonna take me as i am." he takes a breather.

"can i talk now?" you say after taking a drag of your cig. christian nods.

"i like you too, you douche. i always have. and i knew you did too. i just wanted you to realise that, so mason and i schemed all this." you admit, killing your cig after taking your last drag.

christian had been holding his breath the entire time you spoke. "oh, thank god." he finally lets go of it.

"you wanna tell the guys now?"

"yes, please." he groans, before aggressively grabbing your hand and walking back into the restaurant.

#christian pulisic #christian pulisic x you #christian pulisic x y/n #christian pulisic x reader #chelsea fc #mason mount #joao felix #football #football x reader #football x y/n #football x you

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aquaquadrant · 4 months

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I recently found yours Hels to Pay AU and I love it so much that I'm going to rant about things that I find really neat in no particular order

Helsmits names:

Dr. Clear - MumboJumbo. It took me a while to get it but wow it makes sense seeing as the phrase "mumbo-jumbo" means nonsense and clear is the opposite of that. Also funny considering the coherentness of each one

BadTimesWithScar - GoodTimesWithScar. Classic

AnimosityGaming/Timmy - SolidarityGaming/Jimmy. Wonderful. Animosity and Solidarity are opposites as well so that's cool

bXMiner - XbCrafted. It's the two halves of MineCraft. Also reverses the letters of his name

Bravo - Tango. Derived off the phonetic alphabet I would assume

Dbubs - Bdubs. Reverses the letters of his name

Patho(s? I'm not sure) Lair - Etho's Lab. Ethos and Pathos are Greek words meaning character and emotions respectively. Lair and Lab are similar to each other. And they have similar nickames taken from misreading their names (Etho Slab and Patho Stair). Genuinely my favourite name of yours.

You have other helsmits but I can’t think of more words for them so moving on

Dr. Clear is Alister's spy. He told Bravo about Tango indirectly just before they opened the portal, and also managed to get Atlas to slap him in front of Bravo. He's also incoherent enough (faking?) that Atlas wouldn't consider it

Dbubs pathologic lying? How sometimes he doesn't even realise it? How when he did and said something he didn't mean (I hate your stupid face) he felt bad?

Pathos feeling at home in the crimson jungle. Feeling absolutely horrible for ignoring Dbubs whispers whenever he leaves.

Pathbubs is my new favourite ship but god they're about as healthy as that Panera Lemonade

I'm not saying Tango's theory about confusing the universe is wrong, but where was Tango's Portal meant to go if that was the case? It was an actual Universe Portal, so it's not like someone figured out how to make one and then left it there. I think the Universe made the id display to Bravo as Hermitcraft so he would enter it, because Hels just sounds like a bad place. In my head this means the Universe looked at Tango and Bravo and said, "my bad, you need to switch places"

Now that Tango and Jimmy are in Hels, once the Portal is broken, they will be unable to escape back to Double Life by themselves, as their coordinates will still send them to Hels. They will need to meet up with someone else's doppelganger to get back to Double Life.

Thank you for writing an amazing AU

thank you, i’m glad u like my hels names! it’s something i always spend a lot of time thinking abt, deciding where i wanna pull the name from, whether it’s an opposite thing, helsification, name scramble, or some other significance. clear’s full name is actually clear cut, which is even more of a contrast to mumbo jumbo, and it is technically pathoslair but he goes by patho the same way ethoslab goes by etho, dropping the ‘s’.

ah, pathbubs… i love them sm… man i really need to write more of them sometime 😂 absolutely unhealthy but DAMN they compel me…

as for your questions about the universe portals… i’ll just say that no player has figured out the real explanation for the swap yet. they’re working off what they know and certain assumptions they’ve made; in tango’s case, the assumption that he’s an evil creature who would never have purposefully been brought to hermitcraft. in bravo’s case, the assumption that tango’s mere existence resulted in a massive mistake (even tho plenty of other players have joined hermitcraft without being swapped with their hels counterparts…). they’re silly gooses <3

anyway thanks so much for sharing ur thoughts, i LOVE to hear what y’all are thinking and theorizing about with regards to the fic. it’s like enrichment for me.

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

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rorywritesjunk · 3 months

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Maul the world like a carnival bear set free

Buggy's kids end up in the past for a few days and it's a little surreal to see their dad as a dumb teenager.

Rating: PG.

Warning: None! No one is upset, no angst, just kids being kids. Buggy is 14 in this, his son is 13 and daughter 10. Shanks gets punched once. Sunny makes an appearance! At what point do I just make it so that Sunny has something about her that causes people to time jump? Alos this fic got long.

A/N: So I tied this into my Sunny x Buggy fics because I thought it would be fun. I figure you don't remember every person you ever meet in your life, you know? So if you meet them again at a later point it makes sense if you don't remember them. Also, Back to the Future is some of my favorite films so meeting your parents when they are your age?? How weird is that. This was a request from @chochotorianime10 ! Thank you. I always enjoy your Buggy and kid requests <3

Title comes from "The Kids Aren't Alright" by Fall Out Boy.

The fabric masks they wore over their mouth and nose were uncomfortable, but they had to play it safe. The crew didn’t question why the newcomer kids wore them, figuring there was something underneath they didn’t want revealed, so they left them alone, giving them their space while they ate, letting them have cots in a far corner away from the rest of the crew. The two blonde haired siblings seemed at ease on the ship already though they were quiet compared to Shanks and Buggy.

The two gave their names, Gold and Silver, names similar to the Captain and First Mate. Just a coincidence. Shanks tried to befriend them while Buggy ignored them. He didn’t care about newcomers at all, figuring he’d end up picking up the slack, but he hated seeing how well they performed the tasks they were given, like they were raised on a ship like the boys.

The first two days were fine. The two would get their breakfast and sneak off somewhere to eat it and well, Buggy got curious why they were so secretive. Shanks told him to let them be, even though he was curious himself, but Rayleigh told them specifically to leave those two alone or the boys would regret it.

The third day, however, curiosity got the best of Buggy. It wouldn’t hurt to just see what they were hiding as long as he didn’t say anything, right? Buggy grabbed his own food before sneaking away after the two blondes.

The youngest sat down behind a cask, taking off her mask before she started eating. She had a big smile on her face as she ate, beaming up at her brother as he looked around before taking off his own mask to eat.

“How long do you think we’ll be there?” Silver asked her brother with a mouthful of bacon. He shrugged as he set the mask down and started eating.

“I’unno. Mom said when it happened to dad it was just a few days for him in her time, but in his time it was about twenty minutes.” Gold replied, rubbing his bright red nose as he glanced down at his sister. “Who do you think is freaking out more, mom or dad?”

“Daddy for sure.” The ten year old told him as she looked up at him. “He panics about stuff more than mommy.”

“Agreed.” Gold nodded. “Y’know, dad is obnoxious as a teenager. He keeps trying to get in my way. I wanna punch him.”

“I don’t think that’s nice.” Silver said with a frown. “He hasn’t done anything.”

“I know, which is why I haven’t punched him.” Gold shrugged. “He knows he’s being a dick, I just have to wait until the right moment.”

“What did you say about my nose?!” Buggy shrieked, startling the two of them. They didn’t realize he had followed them, managing to keep just out of sight to hear their conversation and catch a glimpse of them maskless. When he came into view, glaring at the two of them and finally seeing them face to face, he had to pause for a moment when he saw what they looked like. He pointed at them accusingly. “What's the big idea?! Are-are you making fun of my nose looking like that?!”

Gold stepped between Buggy and his sister. His dad as a teenager could be unpredictable, he didn't know who they were so Gold wasn't sure what to expect.

“We aren't making fun of you, these… are our real noses.” Gold told him. “Honest.”

“Oh really?!” Buggy lunged forward, grabbing the front of Gold’s shirt. “Who are you?! Why do your noses look like mine then?!”

“Will you calm down?!” Gold snapped as he grabbed Buggy’s wrists and tried to push him off. “I'll explain if you let go!”

“You're probably kelpies, ready to steal me away!”

“We aren't kelpies!” Silver huffed. “Daddy said the same thing when this happened to him.”

“Oh yea?! Who's your daddy then?!” Buggy demanded as he gave Gold a shake. “You from some other crew, kelpie?!”

“No, get off me, you dumbass!” Gold finally shoved him back, keeping his sister behind him. No one else was around. He told Rayleigh the situation but asked it not be talked about. If he didn't tell Buggy now, when they were alone, then he might not have another chance. “We're your kids from the future, you idiot! Don't you remember this happening to yourself?!”

Buggy took a step back. Future? What was this punk talking about? Buggy had heard of this sort of thing happening but he never experienced it himself. “No? What are you talking about?!”

“You came to the future when you were a kid! You really don't remember it?” Gold asked. Buggy shook his head. “Huh. So… are you gonna forget this then?”

“How should I know?” Buggy snapped. “You're talking crazy anyway!”

“He doesn't remember, Goldie!” Silver chimed in from behind. “That's what Mommy told us.”

“Who are you two, really?! I should bring you to the Captain because you could be spies for all I know!” Buggy demanded. He felt uneasy talking about the future and not remembering things. Why did he? It wasn't like he actually experienced this sort of thing.

Right?

“Your captain knows, dumbass!” Gold told him. “And Rayleigh, we talked to both of them already!”

“So… so why are you on the ship then?” Buggy frowned.

“Because we had nowhere else to go.” Silver said. “And we knew we'd be safe here ‘cause daddy did when he was a kid.”

Buggy crossed his arms and looked away. “Yea, well… I don't trust you two even if we have the same nose! Talkin’ about future crap. I don't believe in that stuff.”

The two siblings shared a look before shrugging. They probably couldn't convince him no matter how hard they tried.

Rayleigh put Silver to work with Crocus, rolling bandages and helping him organize some things while Gold and Buggy cleaned out one of the cannons. Buggy was going to tell him how to do it but Gold already started.

“How do you know how to do this?!” Buggy demanded. “I'm supposed to be teaching you!”

Gold just shrugged. “Learned from my dad.”

Buggy went quiet and started to help him clean. The conversation from breakfast was weighing on his mind. These brats claimed they were from Buggy’s future, that they were his kids, which… was never something that crossed his mind. Was he married then or did he just somehow end up with kids that had his nose? He scratched the back of his head and looked over at the boy. Was he allowed to ask questions? Or was the kid pulling his leg?

“So, you said you two are my kids from the future. How the hell does that happen?” Buggy asked as he leaned on the cannon as Gold cleaned it. “Am I married to some hot babe or something?”

Gold looked up at him, wondering how to answer that. His dad had no memory of his time jump as a kid, would he remember it as a teenager or would Gold and Silver forget when they returned? Maybe it was okay to talk about it, maybe Buggy would stop being an asshole.

“I'm not gonna agree if my mom is…a hot babe. That's just weird.” Gold replied with a frown. “But uh, she's pretty and the nicest person in the entire world.”

“Yea, yea, nice, whatever, I just wanna know if she's a looker! That's all, kid!”

“I don't know, she's my mom!”

“Aw, come on! How do we meet so I know to keep my eye out for her?” Buggy asked with a grin. “Hey, is Shanks married? I bet my wife is hotter than his.”

Gold went silent at the mention of Shanks. This he knew not to talk about considering his own dad never mentioned Shanks unless it was to curse his name. So Gold just shrugged.

“Shanks never married. He never found the right woman, I guess.” Gold told him. “Only you married.”

“To a sexy lady!” Buggy laughed. “Must be a blonde, yea, since you and that girl are both blonde. I do love blondes! Ha! I bet she fell in love with my winning personality and how amazing I am, right?”

“Uh…” Gold shrugged. “Sure? Yea, you charmed mom for sure, I just don't know how.”

“What?! I am very charming!”

“Yea, yea, I'm not disagreeing with you!” Gold said. “Geez, just relax. I don't want to spoil it for you. You gotta be able to meet her on your own, that's how it has to happen.”

“What's her name? Where do I meet her? I wanna know!”

“I'm not gonna spoil it! It takes the fun out of it!”

“You brat, just give me something!”

Gold huffed and rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine! You… two meet when you're in your twenties. That's all I'm saying.”

“Ha! Kind of young, I can deal with that.” Buggy grinned. “I must be a famous pirate at that age, right? How could she not fall in love with me?”

“Right, yea, famous.” Gold agreed. “Hey, is it lunchtime? I need food.” He got up and wiped his hands on his pants. “Let's go. I'm hungry.”

He hurried off, not wanting to answer any more questions. He didn't know what could happen if he said anymore, and it was possible just saying when his parents met could mean trouble.

Silver looked quite proud of herself for the amount of bandages she rolled for Crocus and the doctor was impressed the 10 year old stuck with the tasks he had given her. It took a few hours to get everything done but it kept her busy and out of trouble. He let her go find her brother once he was satisfied with the work she'd done.

She skipped out of the infirmary and went to go find Gold, but she hadn't the faintest where he would be. The ship was huge and she was certain it was bigger than home. It could be easy to get lost, but if she could get to the main deck then she'd be fine.

Rubbing her nose, she sighed and went to find her brother, passing crew members, some who did a double take when they saw the little girl without her mask. She heard some of them start to whisper about it but it didn't bother her, not like it did her dad. She strolled along with her head up high, looking proud as she kept an eye out for her brother.

Except someone stepped out of a room in front of her and she crashed right into him, falling to the ground.

“Oh! It's the little Miss!” A booming voice chuckled; she looked up, startled to see Captain Roger standing there. He held his hand out, helping her back to her feet as he smiled down at her. “Hope you're okay!”

“I'm… I'm okay.” She couldn't believe she was talking to him. Her dad spoke of him, saying he was one of the greatest pirates Buggy ever knew, that he was the fiercest and scariest pirate, and Silver would have believed him were she not standing in front of him right now, his.large hand holding hers.

“Looking for your brother I imagine? I have to meet someone on the deck, we can go out there together.” He said as he started walking, Silver taking quick steps to keep up with his stride. She couldn't believe she got to walk alongside the King of the Pirates. Her dad would be so impressed his kids got to meet his Captain.

“Yea! I didn't know where he was.” Silver replied as she tried to keep up with him. “I helped Crocus with his tasks. He said I did a good job!”

“Ha! Did he?” Roger laughed. “He doesn't just hand out compliments. ‘course the boys drive him crazy, I imagine you actually listened to what he told you.”

“I did!” Silver beamed. “I did everything he asked.”

“Should keep you around. It's nice to have a kid who listens.” He grinned as they stepped out on deck. Rayleigh was there with an older woman, making small talk as she inspected one of the cuffs on his jacket, pulling at a button. Silver followed along, wondering who she was.

“Ah! Captain Pins, wonderful to see you as always!” Roger greeted. She looked up at him with a frown, dropping Rayleigh’s hand before crossing her arms.

“Not Captain anymore, you fool.” She retorted. “What is it you need done now? I can't linger, I have a new apprentice arriving today and I need to meet her.”

“I was hoping to get you to repair my jacket, it's starting to get threadbare in a few places.” Roger grinned. “I don't trust anyone else to do it but you.”

Miss Pins looked him over again and nodded. “It will be good work for the new girl. It will take a week, understand? And you'll pay extra for the short notice.”

Silver looked between the adults. This was the Miss Pins, the one who trained her mom. She suddenly felt excited, a big grin on her face as she took a step forward, catching the old woman’s attention.

“Hey, hey, what's the name of your apprentice?”

“Why?” Miss Pins demanded. “I'm not losing an apprentice to you lot.”

“Don't mind her! She's new to our crew.” Roger said, patting Silver on the head. “She likes making friends “

Miss Pins narrowed her eyes at Silver, looking the girl up and down for a moment, studying her face before she looked back at Roger. “Is she related to that obnoxious cabin boy of yours?”

“No, no, not at all. She’s not even obnoxious!” Roger chuckled as Silver smiled up at him. “She’s just curious.”

“Very well.” Miss Pins sniffed. “The new girl’s name is Sunny, that’s all I know. As you know, Captain, I am very picky about new apprentices. I only know of this girl from mutual acquaintances so we will see how she does.”

“I bet she’ll be amazing!” Silver exclaimed. “I bet she’ll be your favorite!”

“I don’t have favorites.” Miss Pins retorted. “Anyway, I need to get going. Have your jacket delivered to my shop some time today and we’ll get working on it, Captain.” She gave Rayleigh a polite nod before she walked off the ship. Silver went over to the side of the ship to watch her depart, wondering if maybe she could see her mom as a teenager. When would she arrive? Does she look the same as she does now? It was so exciting to Silver.

Shanks grumbled as he held the cold compress to his eye. Gold and Buggy were snickering while Silver acted like nothing happened. It would teach the red haired boy not to sneak up on her like that. He was just trying to make friends with her and thought it would be funny to sneak up behind her and grab her sides. He didn’t expect a ten year old to land a hit on him like that. She was so much shorter than him!

The four were out on the deck; Silver was still watching to see if she could see her mom while the boys were hanging out. Gold kept an eye out as well but not as much as Silver. Every time a blonde girl walked by, she would tug on his sleeve and point her out, but when they caught a glimpse of her face they would be disappointed. Silver hadn’t left her spot since Miss Pins left the ship.

“They could have gone a different way.” Gold whispered to her after the twentieth time. “Or maybe she didn’t show up today.”

“Shush, I know we’ll see her.” Silver insisted as she kept looking, head swiveling every which way as she hoped to catch just a glimpse of her. Gold shook his head and returned to his conversation with the boys when Silver suddenly let out a gasp, tugging on his sleeve once more before she started to hurry off the ship. Gold swore and took off after her, not wanting her to get lost or sent back without him. Buggy and Shanks looked confused before they went after the two.

Silver caught up to them first, touching the teenager girl’s arm as Miss Pins spoke to her. She turned to look at Silver, a smile on her face that the little girl knew all too well. Oh, her mom was so pretty.

“Hi! What can I do for you?” Sunny asked as Silver smiled up at her. “Are you lost?”

“No, um, just… just wanted to say hi!” Silver told her. “Sorry, you’re just so pretty. I wanted to say hi to you!”

Sunny smiled, her cheeks pink from the compliment. “Oh, um, thank you.” She glanced at her new boss who looked bothered that their walk was interrupted. “Everyone here is so nice!”

“Silver!” Gold caught up to her, grabbing his sister by the arm. He stopped when he saw who she was talking to. Oh, she was right. She did spot her in the crowd. It was a little weird to see his mom at the same age as him. His dad’s genes were pretty strong, Gold knew he looked a lot like his dad in some way but he could see where his mom came through in his sister and himself, and not just with their hair color. Same eyes and smile, that seemed to be it, but also in the way they talked, gestured, little things like that. It… it was weird but also nice to see her this young.

“Oh, you two must be siblings! You both look so much alike.” Sunny smiled. “Are you both pirates?”

“Yea!” Silver agreed as Gold nodded. “We just… we just wanted to say hi, that’s all.”

“Oh, okay! Hi.” Sunny chuckled as Miss Pins cleared her throat. “Well, I have to get going. It was nice saying hi! I’ll see you two later.”

“Yea, you will.” Gold muttered as the two waved at her as she walked off.

Buggy and Shanks didn’t see where the two went. They had to give up looking after a point and when they returned to the ship, fearfully telling Rayleigh that the two kids ran off, he didn’t seem bothered. He just shrugged and assigned them some new chores.

“Probably headed home.” He told them, not bothering to explain further. “Get to work, boys.”

They did as they were told. Buggy didn’t really want to talk about it, finding the entire ordeal just too weird for him. He did his chores until dinner time, when Rayleigh gave him a parcel and told him where to deliver it. It needed to go to Miss Pins, the infamous tailor on the island. He needed to deliver the parcel and come right back to the ship. Buggy grumbled and did as he was told, though he may swing by the pub to get a quick drink if he had time.

He had directions where to go, stopping at the purple store front that was a straight shot from the docks. Grumbling, he pounded on the door, not sure if he was supposed to walk in or not. He didn’t know how this worked.

The door opened and it wasn’t the old hag, but some girl around Buggy’s age with a smile on her face.

“Hi, can I help you?”

He stared at her for a moment before shoving the parcel into her arms and storming off. No, it wasn’t fair that there was a pretty girl answering the door. It was supposed to be the old hag. He didn’t want to talk to either of them honestly, but he never had luck talking to girls in the first place. Grumbling, he glanced back, seeing her standing in the doorway, but he kept on walking.

~ * ~

“My babies, where were you?!” Buggy cried as he hugged his two kids. “Don’t you ever take off like that again!”

Gold and Silver tried to free themselves from his grasp while Sunny looked on with an amused expression. The kids were out of her sight for thirty minutes after they were heading back to the ship. There had been a crowd that separated them for a moment, but when it was clear the kids were nowhere to be seen. Sunny had been worried but not like Buggy. He was ready to storm the town to find the kids.

“They’re fine, honey, let them breathe.” Sunny chuckled as she tried to free Gold first. “See, they’re safe, that’s all that matters.”

“Why did you brats run off?!” Buggy demanded. “You scared your mother half to death!”

“We didn’t run off, daddy!” Silver insisted as she hugged him back. “I got to meet Captain Roger! And I punched Shanks!”

“Of course - what?!” Buggy looked shocked. “What do you mean you punched him?! You met Roger, how?!”

“How about… we just go get lunch?” Sunny suggested as she finally freed Gold, letting Buggy hold his daughter instead. “I think they time jumped, honey, like you did before. And they’re home now, so that’s all that matters.”

Buggy turned his attention to Sunny. “Why does this keep happening?! I swear, you better not be next!”

“It’s not like I’m the one causing it, honey!” Sunny insisted. “Now, let’s get the kids fed and they can tell us all about it!”

He didn’t look happy, but Buggy allowed her to lead them all to the kitchen for lunch. It was weird, hearing Silver talk about punching Shanks, because he did remember the boy having a black eye once, saying he was punched by some little girl who didn’t like him, but it couldn’t have been Silver, right?

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𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞?

I had to post this before my girls murdered me. @diorleclerc @libraryofloveletters @lickmeleclerc this is for u <3

ship: esteban ocon x fem!reader.

summary: Your friend, Esteban, agrees to be your date at your sister’s wedding... with your ex. Things can only get better from there, can’t they?

warnings: bad language probably. disfuntional family. Ben (my usual readers will get it). tequila mention. cheating mention. smut. unprotected sex. SO SORRY FOR THE GRAMMAR MISTAKES THAT YOU MIGHT FOUND.

word count: +12.9K.

PART ONE HERE

THURSDAY

The next morning when you woke up, Esteban was nowhere to be found. It was around 10 AM and you had the morning free from any wedding activity. Thanks to God cause with how things were between you two, you didn't think you could pull out a smile. That night you had your sister’s bachelorette party. It gave you a headache just thinking about having to attend.

Everything was a complete disaster. You didn’t even know if Esteban hadn’t already left after the fight you had last night. You lifted your head from the pillow. His backpack was still on the couch, so he wasn’t gone. Good. How did everything go down the drain so fast last night? After you believed everything was fine and you were questioning our relationship with him after that kiss. Maybe you shouldn't overthink anything and just leave everything like that. Last night, everything had been ruined in a matter of minutes.

When you went down to the pool in an attempt to relax and not go crazy in the room waiting to see what would happen with Esteban. Your sister and some of her friends, including the bridesmaids, were sitting in one corner of the pool. You were going to pretend dementia as if you hadn’t seen them, but your sister raised her hand. Damn, now you had to go say hi. Maybe you should have stayed in your room. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed how there were a couple of people in the pool playing volleyball, among whom you found Phillip... and Esteban. There he was then. And yes, seeing him without a shirt caused things suddenly. You didn’t understand why, but the image of him without a shirt and only with his shorts was incredibly tempting. It wasn’t the first time you saw him like that since you used to go on vacation together with your friends, but it was the first time that seeing him like that caused something in you.

“Hi everyone,” you greeted them when you were by their side. You sat down in one of the empty chairs.

“Your boyfriend is fineeeee,” One of Chloé’s friends said, lowering her sunglasses to look at Esteban. Yesterday you met her at the party, was it Cindy? Sydney? Sandy! That was her name.

“Thank you?” You answered with a tone of doubt, not being sure what to say.

“True, I ran into him today at the gym and I think my ovaries exploded,” another of Chloé’s friends said.

“She liked him since they were kids,” Chloé finally said

“I didn't, Chloé.” you rolled your eyes and stretched out on the lounge.

“Please, you always liked a good charity case,” she pointed. That was it. You were going to send her to hell if she kept talking about Esteban like that.

“Charity?” Sandy asked

“He was poor,” Chloé explained, “And he lived in a caravan with his parents”

“Diuh,” Sandy said, wrinkling her nose as if that was gross.

“Chloé,” you warned her with a threatening tone. You were tired of the way she dismissed Esteban.

“Are you going to tell me it’s a lie?” Your sister said, raising her brows. You purse your lips. Chloé knew very well that you would not make a fuss in public, that just wasn’t your style.

“Some people have to work,” you signaled.

“Ugh, work.” Sandy wrinkled her nose again.

“He is still a commoner, a new rich, one of those who had a stroke of luck,” Chloé told you. She was going to find you if she kept picking on you like this.

“Now that he has some millions, things got interesting,” Chloé’s other friend said.

“Yes, they did,” your sister replied, and the look Chloé gave to him before looking at you again gave you a chill. What was she up to? Her look could not bode well. What did she have in mind? You weren’t sure you wanted to know.

After a while, Sandy and the other friend you had discovered her name was Tiffany, headed inside to go to a massage session they had booked at the hotel spa.

“Trouble in paradise?” Your sister suddenly asked as you opened your eyes to look at her.

“Not at all”

“You haven’t looked at him once since you sat here.” She pointed, and you rolled your eyes, trying to dismiss her theory.

“You’re seeing things, Chloé” You pointed out still without looking at him “I've him all for me in our room, no need to brag about it in public, right?“

“You know? It’s okay if you just admit that he came with you out of pity” He was your fake boyfriend, so technically it’s not like he was with you because he loved you. Despite that, it was bothering you that your sister wanted to make you feel bad because a boy like Esteban had paid attention to you. Yes, you had braces and glasses when you met him in high school, but for years now, you wore contact lenses and had your braces removed.

“Again with that? I know it’s hard for you to believe, but he is with me because he wants to”

“Bothering mon tresór again, Chloé?” Esteban’s voice interrupted them. You turned to look at him appear behind you and lean on the back of your lounger.

“Whatever” Your sister didn’t even bother to address Esteban. You knew it was partly because she didn’t consider him worthy enough to talk to her. He just ignored her and gave you a lopsided smile instead that made things to you. If he wasn’t mad at you and if you didn’t know your relationship wasn’t like that, you would say he was flirting with you “Hi babe” He said and you looked up at him before he leaned down to kiss you on the lips. His kiss was short but slow and so sensual that you could feel something stirring inside you. ‘It’s not like that’ you repeated to yourself internally. The way you looked at each other, touched and kissed, was too intimate to be ‘just friends', but you understood it could be your mind playing tricks on you. After all, you were pretending to be something else to everyone else.

“Ugh, find a room,” Chloé interrupted him and a couple of seconds later, you separated.

“Jealous?” You asked, trying to get some arrogance out. Maybe Esteban was right yesterday. It was time for you to give Chloé back some of her nastiness.

“You wished,” she huffed before getting up from her lounger and walking inside. When you raised your head to see him, Esteban had already left. You threw your head back on the lounger. Perfect. Just perfect. Despite the small moment you just shared, you were still at war.

When you got back to the room, he wasn’t there either and didn’t show until you were finishing putting on your earrings. You were ready to meet the rest of the bridesmaids and your sister in the hotel lobby. Esteban just stared at you. He was still dressed as he came from the beach, which didn’t surprise you.

“Are you staying?” You asked before taking your little bag.

“Yes,” The answer did not surprise you. He could barely tolerate Ben, so you didn’t see Esteban attending his bachelor party. From what you’ve heard about the bridesmaids, the bachelor party was going to have some strippers.

“Good,” you told him, walking towards the door

“Good,” He replied before you left.

You two had been friends for so long that you wanted to believe there was a solution, but at the moment, you were both stubborn. Esteban didn’t seem to give in and you weren’t going to either. You kept your position that you didn’t think you had done anything wrong to deserve such treatment from him. It wasn’t your fault that Ben approached you.

When you got to the lobby, your sister was already wearing a headband that said ‘I’m getting married’ and the bridesmaids had one that said ‘We’re her bridesmaids’. Your sister had arranged for your father to charter a yacht, so everything was up and running when you arrived at the port. How had she thrown a party like this when she was on the other side of the world? You’d rather not know. As soon as the group dispersed, you took off your headband and threw it around. You would not walk around with a bright pink sign, you preferred to go unnoticed.

You were sitting in one of the yacht’s dining room chairs drinking a margarita when someone slid in next to you. You looked up only to see your sister. Chloé was a pain in the ass. You rolled your eyes, determined to ignore her.

“You know (Y/N), there’s something I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time and I didn’t quite know how to approach it”

You frowned. Your sister’s expression seemed conflicted. Well, that was something new “You will say”

“It’s about Ben”

“Then I don’t want to hear it” You shook your head “I’m not interested in anything that has to do with him”

“I think this is important for you to know” She bit her lower lip as if thinking what to say next “Even though Ben asked me not to tell you”

“Ok, I hear you” If that made Chloé leave faster than you were going to hear her digress.

“Our thing started earlier than everyone thinks”

You raised your brows “Meaning?”

“Ben and I were together while you and he were dating.”

“I’m sorry?” You asked, wanting to make sure you hadn’t misheard.

“I’m sorry” You knew she wasn’t sorry one bit. Knowing your sister, she had done the act of the sorry sister only for you to fall for her story. That little- “He kept promising me he was going to break up with you all that time until he finally did”

Break up with you? You had broken up with him. Ben wanted you to stay, almost begged you. “Chloé, he didn’t break up with me. I broke up with him.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, (Y/N), I know the truth” She clucked her tongue and the gesture Chloé made told you she knew nothing about that. Oh, God.

“It’s the truth. I broke up with him. He begged me not to leave him” ‘before he proposed to me so I wouldn’t leave' you wanted to add, but you didn't want to do that to her. As much as she was a bitch, you wanted to believe that you were better, you had to be better, right?

“We love each other so much,” she said in a sonorous voice that just made you roll your eyes.

“Good for you, but did you have to put me in the middle? Couldn’t you at least wait until we were over?” You asked before biting the inside of your cheek hard, trying to control your emotions.

“You know what they say, sis, love is love. We couldn’t help it.” Chloé shrugged.

You didn’t want to fall into her trap but you needed to know the truth. At least she seemed willing to give it up to hurt you “For how long?”

“For how long, what?” she asked.

“How long were you sleeping for?”

“Let me see” Your sister made a thoughtful expression. She enjoyed that. “For two years? Maybe more?”

“That’s more than half of our relationship,” you gasped. You thought maybe you had hooked up towards the end of your relationship when you and Ben weren’t that connected anymore, but it seems he had been lying right under your nose for pretty much your entire relationship.

“Sorry sis, it is what it is” Chloé shrugged before getting up and winking at you “Enjoy the party though”

And boy, you enjoyed the party. Before the night was over, you drank most of the alcohol in the bar. It felt like you were an idiot. You felt betrayed. You didn’t even care that much about Ben not being yours, but about the betrayal. He and your sister must have had the time of their lives laughing at you behind your back. During the day, he saw you and at night he slept with Chloé. It made you nauseous to think that he had been fucking both of them at the same time.

You were so drunk that one guest had to help you safely off the yacht and walk across the harbor to safety to the limo you had come in with your sister and her friends. The chauffeur agreed to take you to the hotel and return to the port later to look for your sister and her friends. You spent the travel dozing until they got to the hotel, and you thanked him before getting out of the car. You had taken off your heels, so you entered the hotel with your heels in hand and when you saw yourself in the elevator mirror. Your reflection was deplorable, your eyeliner and mascara were smudged, and your hair was all messed up.

You opened the door of the room trying to be as quiet as possible considering that the lights were off. However, in your eagerness not to turn on the lights, you hit your toe on the wall. You let out a moan loud enough to hear how Esteban moved in bed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked softly.

“I’m sorry,” you replied with a sob. The hit wasn’t even the problem, that was the straw that had filled a night full of emotions that made you feel stupid, angry, and sad at the same time.

“You’re crying?” He asked before turning on the light, “Oh god, are you ok?” Your appearance must have been worse than you thought, judging by the speed with which he jumped out of bed to walk beside you.

“He cheated on me” You sobbed now and cried.

“Who?” He asked, approaching you.

“Ben”

“What?”

“He cheated on me with Chloe,” you replied as he wrapped his arms around you. You rested your head on his chest.

“What? He told you that?”

“My sister did,” you explained to her in her raspy voice “He was sleeping with her for almost all our relation”

“With your sister?” He asked with a tone an octave higher than normal “Oh mon tresór, I’m so sorry” Esteban started stroking your hair. It was the first time he was calling you that when you weren’t in public, but you were going to let it slide. You were too tired to overthink.

“No, you don’t” He had told you many times that by the way Ben acted, he was hiding things from you. You believed Esteban was just being dramatic about it “This is a moment where you tell me you were right”

“But I don’t want to be right,” He let out a sigh “I’m sorry he did that to you”

“Yes, me too”

“Are you sure it’s true? Your sister is capable of making it up,” He suggested and you shook your head in response.

“No, she seemed very pleased to tell me” That didn’t assure you that Chloé wasn’t fabricating the story. It was difficult to express but her look, her expression, told you that your sister was not making anything up.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, kissing you on the top of your head before you closed your eyes leaning against him. Esteban caressed your cheeks, trying to dry your tears.

“Sorry to wake you up”

“I wasn’t sleeping, I was waiting for you to come back” That statement, as simple as it sounded, suddenly seemed incredibly personal. Something so simple and so normal was suddenly so intimate.

“You were right yesterday, when you told me I always want to please everyone,” you admitted “I tried doing it with my parents and Ben and see where that got me”

“I was being an idiot,” He replied “You shouldn’t regret being a good person, I just want you to be happy too”

You were about to answer when you felt a wave of nausea wash over you. You ran to the bathroom before throwing up. God, the last round of tequila had been a bad idea. You threw up again. Maybe the last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary.

“Are you ok?” His voice asked before feeling how they caressed your back.

“No,” you moaned, leaning against the bathtub “I feel so stupid”

“Don’t do it. He’s an idiot, not you.” He helped you up before putting paste on your toothbrush so you could brush your teeth and mouthwash in a glass.

“I know, my rational part knows, but I still feel like an idiot,” you told her once you finished brushing your teeth.

“It’s not your fault,” He repeated before giving you your pajamas and some privacy so you could change. When you were ready, you just crawled into bed before he came back with a glass of water and a painkiller that he left on your nightstand.

“You can sleep under the sheets if you want?” you suggested as you slipped under the covers.

“Let’s just leave it at that,” He replied, and you moved against him to lay your head on your shoulder. Just like that, you two fell asleep.

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FRIDAY

The next morning, to say that you felt as if a truck had run over you was an understatement. You felt terrible. The hangover didn’t let you think straight. Those last two rounds of tequila were unnecessary. You let out a groan without being willing to open your eyes to face the day. Your moan was greeted by a giggle from Esteban.

“How do you feel?”

“Is it necessary to ask? Like shit,” You moaned.

“Take the painkiller,” He suggested, and you rolled over to get the pill and glass of water from your nightstand “That might help"

“I’m never going to drink again,” you said after taking the painkiller “Ever again“

“Sadly, I don’t believe a word of you”

“I’m serious,” you insisted, “I think I drank three bottles of tequila by myself”

“How do you feel?” He asked, and you knew Esteban wasn’t talking about your hangover.

“Fine” You shrugged. The news still felt strange to you, but there was nothing you could do about it. Although you were furious with them, you didn’t want to give your sister the satisfaction of seeing how she had affected you.

“Yesterday you were crying about him”

“Again with that?” you complained. What was his obsession with stirring up your past with Ben?

“Why would you cry if you don’t want to go back to him?”

“I don’t want to go back to Ben. I was crying because I felt like an idiot for trusting him.” You pointed. The broken trust hurt you the most, with your sister and with Ben. Both of them should have been honest or not bedded in the first place “How could you think I’d go back to Ben? After everything, he did to me?”

He stared at you as if he was processing your words, “You’re right, I’m sorry”

“Okay, but stop suggesting that.” You let out a sigh “I don’t think I can move. Bring me something to eat?” You asked and he let out a laugh.

“Yes, give me a minute,” Esteban replied before taking his clothes and disappearing into the bathroom.

Yes, everything seemed to be fine again between you. You two spent the rest of the day in the room. Nothing romantic at all. You had slept most of the morning and noon and he watched some TV show on Netflix. You liked the way he had gently stroked your hair until you fell asleep, but that was it. The seamstress brought your bridesmaid dress in the afternoon and she left it for you to try on.

“Look, I told you, I’m a shiny peach,” You told him and he let out a laugh “Thank you” you replied sarcastically

“You’re a cute shiny peach though”

“I don’t want to be a peach,” you complained with a groan.

“Don’t worry, you could wear a garbage bag, you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the room”

You stared at him “You don’t have to say things like that”

“I mean it”

“Thank you, I guess,” you replied, feeling how your face got a little hot and placing a lock of hair behind your ear. Why were you suddenly acting like a schoolgirl? He was just trying to be nice and make you feel better about the ugliest dress your sister could have picked out for you. That was what friends did, right? Make the other feel better when they were down. The dress was hideous and not even a catwalk beauty could make that dress look good. The satin fabric shone even brighter in the lights, so you weren’t sure you’d want to see the wedding photos again after that weekend.

An hour later, you were finishing your makeup in the bathroom, already dressed for the rehearsal dinner, when you saw him approach out of the corner of your eye.

“A little help?” Esteban asked with his tie undone around his neck.

“Don’t worry about it today, don’t even wear the suit jacket”

“No sparkly peach dress today?”

“Not today,” You let out a dramatic sigh “You’ll see it in all its splendor tomorrow”

“What if you tell your mother you don’t want to use it?” He asked.

“It would kill me,” you replied, causing him to laugh “My sister too but my mother above all, for breaking with the aesthetics of the wedding and my sister’s wishes”

“For what it’s worth, it doesn’t matter if you look like a shiny peach, you’ll still be the prettiest girl in the room.” You wanted to feel ok about it but you had the insecurity that you didn’t understand what it meant to feel that. Esteban was just being a good friend to you, wasn’t he? Not being sure of the answer to that question made you even more nervous about it.

“Thanks, keep it up and I’ll believe everything and I’ll have my self-esteem through the roof,” you replied, passing by him to get your bag.

“You should,” He shrugged “Ready?”

“Yeah,” You opened the door “Although the last thing I want is to have to see Chloe or Ben,” You added as you walked down the hall towards the elevator “The very idea makes me sick”

“Your sister just wants to be the center of attention. Don’t give her the pleasure,” Esteban told you, pressing the button to call the elevator.

“She’s the bride, she’s the center of attention indeed,” you pointed out.

“You know what I mean,” He told you as you entered the elevator “Don’t let her enjoy making you miserable”

“I’m not miserable,” You shrugged “I’m upset because I feel like that is a shitty thing to do to your sister”

“Chloé just wants the pleasure of making you feel bad about it”

“She thinks we’re in some kind of competition and that she won because she stayed with Ben.”

“Ignore them and show them you’re happy”

“My sister is going to love that I ignore her,” you let out a laugh “And I have to brag about how happy I am with my new boyfriend,” you added, giving him a wink and joking.

“I heard that your new boyfriend is a topic of conversation”

“Oh yes, he is a great catch, incredibly attentive and charming even though he snores a lot”

Esteban frowned before the elevator doors opened “I don’t snore”

You raised your brows “How do you know if you’re asleep?”

“No one ever complained,” He shrugged.

“Ok, too much information.” You raised your hand “I don’t wanna know how many girls you slept with”

He cleared his throat. “I was talking about my physical therapist.”

You raised your brows as you entered the hotel room “He watches you sleep?”

“Sometimes he is in the motorhome when I rest”

You were about to answer him, but your mother walked toward you. Esteban slipped his hand over yours. You liked the way in those days that gesture had become almost second nature between you. A way for him to let you know he was there for you as a support. You appreciated it. You didn’t know if you could have survived that weekend without Esteban.

“Sorry to interrupt,” your mother said before taking your arm in a firm grip “Honey, your sister wants to talk to you”

“I'll be back,” you said to Esteban before your mother dragged you away from him.

“Chloé prefers that Tiffany be the one to give the maid of honor speech along with Ben’s best man tomorrow.” Your mother said and you could tell she was nervous judging by how she looked around her.

“Oh, it’s fine”

“She’s going to say a few short words today, too.”

“It’s fine by me”

“What are people going to say? People are going to talk about (Y/N) not making a speech.” Your mother shrieked in a whisper.

You saw how your sister rolled her eyes “Nothing mom, people ain’t gonna say anything,” Chloé turned to look at you “Besides, (Y/N) doesn’t care, right sis?”

“Not at all” You shrugged, dismissing it as exactly what you knew was going to upset Chloé. You really couldn’t care less that she didn’t pick you to give a speech at the wedding reception. Did she think that would bother you? You had prepared nothing because, being honest, you had nothing nice to say about your sister other than a couple of childhood memories, so you thought to improvise and mostly lie to create a delightful story that wasn’t true about your sister.

“I just think it’s better that you don’t talk,” Chloé repeated as if wanting to make sure that you had understood the fact that she wanted to exclude you as much as possible.

“Okay,” you agreed with a shrug. In the end, Esteban was right, your sister didn’t deserve even a second of your time “If you’ll excuse me I’ll go back to Este” You added before turning around to walk towards the one who was sitting already talking to some guests. The seat next to him had a sign with your name on it, so you sat there before moving a little closer to him and burying your head on his shoulder.

“Are you angry?” He asked in a whisper so that only you would hear.

“I’m tired,” you replied, nuzzling his shoulder with your nose “I can’t wait for all this to end”

“There is only one day left” He comforted you and you felt how he kissed the top of your head. “Just one day”

“I’m so done with all the drama,” you complained before hiding your head.

“Well, if it makes you happy, it looks like she’s going to explode at any moment. If looks could kill, you’d already be underground.” You did your best not to look at Chloé and just giggled, looking up to see her.

“She thought I was going to be mad if she took my reception speech away,” you explained before rolling your eyes “Please, all I was going to say were lies, anyway”

“Anything about how good your sister is and how much she and Ben deserve each other?” He asked.

“Exactly” You nodded your head.

He leaned towards you and grabbed your chin so you would look at him “I’m gonna kiss you right now” Esteban murmured against your lips and you just nodded your head slightly in response. The closeness still made you feel dizzy. It was like you couldn’t deny him anything when he went into “fake boyfriend” mode. The way he looked at you as if you two had been together for a long time made you think that Esteban would have been an excellent actor if he hadn’t succeeded as a driver.

He caught your lower lip between his before wrapping your mouth around his. His kiss was slow and a little too short for your liking, but the way he left you was something else. Without a doubt, you could describe that kiss as the most sensual you had ever had. Unfamiliar sensations ran through your entire body at that moment.

“I bet my mother must be loving this PDA,” you whispered, hiding your face in his neck.

He giggled at the tickle. “Who cares about what she thinks?” Esteban asked before the clinking of a couple of glasses interrupted them. You rested your head on his shoulder to listen as Ben addressed a couple of words of thanks to everyone. Esteban made fun of him a little, which made you let out small giggles. They were almost like teenagers again, whispering in class. You took advantage while a couple of Chloé’s friends were making a fool of themselves at karaoke to go to the toilet. When you came out, you didn’t expect to find Ben leaning against the hallway wall. What was he doing there? You thought you had made things clear the other day on the terrace.

“I don’t want to talk to you” You rolled your eyes to walk past him.

“Come on, don’t be jealous,” He told you, taking your arm, you turned around and walked away from him.

“Jealous? Chloe told me everything. You disgust me more than anything else,” you snorted.

You saw how Ben opened his eyes a little and turned white. What? He thought your sister was not gonna tell you about their little affair? “She seduced me, I swear”

“Oh my God” Did he think you would not find out that he had been fucking your sister behind your back? “What a pathetic excuse for a human being you are, are you going to blame my sister?” You could feel the fair building slowly inside of you. The way he treated you like a fool was pissing you off.

“It’s the truth,” He told you taking a step towards you and you took one back “I swear, she jumped on me”

“And I suppose you were a poor, helpless victim?”

“You know how Chloé is” he suggested your sister was what? a whore? Annoying? Insistent? whimsical? She might be all that, but he still had some responsibility for that.

“You’re pathetic” You shook your head and crossed your arms before turning around to walk towards the living room again.

“We were going through a rough patch,” Ben yelled, standing in front of you so you couldn’t pass “You barely paid attention to me”

Was he blaming you for all of that? He couldn’t admit that he had been sleeping with Chloé and that he was wrong? After all, he still wanted to blame you as if you had failed at something? “And fucking my sister behind my back was going to fix it?”

“It was a moment of weakness!” He groaned before scratching the back of his neck.

“Weak moment? Ben! You’re going to marry her. That’s more than just a moment for me.” You crossed your arms.

“It’s not a marriage, marriage”

“Tell my sister that,” You rolled your eyes, “You told her you broke up with me for her” You raised your brows to let him know you caught him in her lie “You know that’s not true, I broke up with you”

“It was what she wanted to hear” He shrugged as if he had just told a white lie

“So you lied to him?” you mocked You already found it funny how pathetic he was “You could have at least had the decency to break up with me before her and not spend two years with her behind my back”

“That was a mistake, it was all a mistake”

“And you conveniently left out that you asked me to marry you with the same ring you gave her” You saw how Ben took a step back as if someone had slapped him. Did he think you wouldn't see the engagement ring? “Yes Ben, I saw the ring”

“It was what I had to do,” He moaned like a teenager “You didn’t want to marry me”

“The fact that you believe that my sister and I are interchangeable is disgusting” Not only were you two different people but Ben in his eagerness to belong to your family and connect with the family fortune and your father above all not even He had bothered to pretend that it wasn’t “You are unbelievable, the best thing that happened to me in my life was not marrying you” You added before walking around him and walking to the banquet hall.

“I didn’t say you could leave,” Ben said behind your back.

“Bold of you to think that I have to ask your permission for anything,” you replied, looking him up and down.

“Mon tresór, everything is alright?” You heard Esteban’s voice behind you before you felt his hands on your shoulders.

“Yeah, I was taking out the trash,” you replied scathingly, staring at Ben. You had gone from being angry to being furious. The audacity of that guy.

“No one called you,” Ben added without taking his eyes off you “Stay out, commoner”

“Commoner? What century are you in? You stupid, arrogant pig” You insulted him stepping forward ready to punch him in the face. Ben took a step towards you, also apparently intending to do the same, but with a single movement, Esteban pulled you back and stood in front of you.

“If I were you I would think about my next move,” He warned Ben, “I’m tired of you and no patience left”

“Who do you think you are to talk to me like that?” Ben asked, looking offended and lifting his chin to look at Esteban, who was taller than him.

“Leave my girlfriend alone” The way he called you his girlfriend, even if it was all false, made your heart swell a little. The way he was incredibly patient but Esteban had had enough of Ben “She’s not interested in you as I think she already made it clear” He added sliding his hand to take yours “You’re getting married tomorrow dude, move on”

Ben let out a mocking laugh. “You come here, strutting around, but we all know that no matter how hard you try, you will always be that boy that used to live in a caravan.” You gasped. How dare you talk to him like that? You felt your blood boil, and you were ready to go over him but Esteban’s hand had you tightly trapped next to him “You can try to buy nice cars, get together with the right people but we all know the truth, you will never be one of us, you will never belong no matter how hard you try”

Esteban simply snorted in response “Who said I wanted to belong? And belong to what? To the rich kids’ club? If this is it, I don’t want to belong”

You raised your head to give him a proud smile. Clearly, he had much more patience than you and also seemed unmoved by Ben’s insult “I admire more a self-made man than a rich little brat” You added. He stopped looking at Ben to look at you and give you a small smile.

“Thank you, mon tresór” He gave you a smile after your little moment. “Why are you still here?” Esteban rolled his eyes which made you let out a giggle that you stifled against his shoulder “The fact that you think that’s an insult talks more about you than me, Ben”

“And show how pathetic you are, one more time” You finished before Esteban put his arm around your shoulders to walk towards the elevator. The night seemed like it was going to end early for you that night. The elevator doors closed, and you felt the urge to say something.

“I like that boy and I like this one” You started swallowing hard “Cause the essence is still the same” You could see flashes of teenage Esteban many times although he was now much more mature “You haven’t changed” You added “You grew up, you learned and you gave back to your parents everything they had to give up for you” His first goal when he had earned enough money had been to buy his parents a house so they could stop renting. You couldn’t do anything but respect “All the sacrifices they had to do” Esteban’s parents were two of the best people you had ever met, you had seen them many times in the paddock, and in part, you understood why Esteban was like that, his parents had raised him so that humility and hard work were big parts of his personality “You gave them back the house they sold for you, that speaks more about you than anything else” You shrugged.

Esteban just stared at you for a few minutes until the elevator door opened again. He didn’t say a word, he just walked over to you and gave you a brief kiss on the lips before you guys got out of the elevator. What had that been? You weren’t in public. Then why did he kiss you? Had you misunderstood everything and something else was going on with you? Had you given Esteban the wrong signals? You were getting nervous thinking about all the probable reasons he could have kissed you like that out of the blue.

When you got into bed that night, you couldn’t stop thinking if things had changed between you without you realizing it.

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SATURDAY

Saturday had finally arrived. The wedding had arrived. After that day, everything would be over. Last night you hadn’t stopped thinking about the kiss that Esteban had given you in the elevator, wondering if there wasn’t something else you had missed and if that wasn’t a sign that something else was going on between you that you weren’t picking up. Until the night before, everything had been normal, or so you thought.

The wedding wasn’t until the afternoon, so a couple of hours before you took a shower and changed so you could go to your sister’s suite where the rest of the bridesmaids were going to finish getting ready.

“I’m proud of you,” Esteban told you when you took your dress so you could leave the room with it in your hand.

“For what?” you tilted your head

“For showing up anyway,” He explained “It requires a lot of courage”

“Thanks but it’s not that impressive” You shrugged and cleared your throat to change the subject “See you later?”

“I’ll see you later,” Esteban confirmed before you left.

Well, that had been awkward but you still couldn’t process the kiss from the night before and connect it with everything else like the gestures of intimacy, you were also realizing that you seemed to enjoy the moments of intimacy with him and that these moments they seemed almost natural and not at all forced. The way he held your hand almost instinctively, how it was always there, even when he hadn’t been out on Thursday night, but yet still he was waiting for you when you came back from the yacht.

Esteban had always been your friend. You had been one of the few people in school who hadn’t made fun of him when he first started there. At first, out of pity and because you always needed to defend what was right, but then because you had liked him and he had proven to be a good boy. On the first day of classes, everyone knew he had a scholarship, which in your school was synonymous with being poor, so your classmates, including Ben, had not hesitated to make fun of him for that. “I didn’t know you were such a snob and a bully,” you had told Ben and after that, your classmates had taken care of their business. Esteban had smiled at you in gratitude and you smiled back at him. That was the beginning of your friendship.

“Hey” you greeted Chloé walking into her suite. The seamstress was finishing fitting the dress “You look good” You added trying to reach an olive branch to keep the peace, at least for that day.

“Of course I do,” Chloé replied, and you rolled your eyes at her arrogance “How does it feel to know that I won in the end?”

You frowned and left the dress on her sofa before turning to see her. You couldn’t understand how Chloé could believe that she had won by marrying Ben, you didn’t know if she was in love or if she believed that what she and Ben had was love but you felt a little sorry for her “You think you won because you’re going to marry Ben? Chloé, there is no winning here”

“I ended up staying with him” Only because you had rejected him first but you weren't going to say that to her, as Ben had proposed to you as long as he didn’t leave and with the same engagement ring that she was now wearing.

“You know he is a person and not a thing, right?” You told him, raising your brows.

“Whatever,” she rolled the reds “I understand you are jealous but you can’t have everything I have”

“Me? You are the one dating my leftovers,” She thought you were jealous and that couldn’t be further from the truth, you felt sorry because their marriage was more like a business than anything else and you didn’t know if your sister was more excited about getting married or for believing that you felt bad because she was marrying Ben “Couldn’t you get another man for yourself?”

“It hurts, doesn’t it?” She asked, giving you a lopsided smile as if she had just been told that she had won an award.

“No, I’m just sorry for you,” You shrugged. She was attempting to hit you low. You took a deep breath. You didn’t want to have “You’re beautiful and you could get any man you wanted, but you went out with a man who was with your sister first?”

“One more time, I prove I am the best of the two. He stayed with me” Chloé was delusional. She thought it was better because she was getting married and she had ‘stolen’ Ben from you. Nothing further from reality. “If you’re not interested in Ben, then why are you here, after all?”

“Your wedding doesn’t interest me, Chloé” You replied at the same time that the door opened and your mother, the makeup artist, and the hairdresser walked in “I’m only here because I have to be, don’t get confused”

You got into the bridesmaid's dress before sitting down so the hairdresser could fix your hair. Your mom started babbling about Chloé and Ben and how perfectly they were together. She didn’t even bother you about that. You were feeling uncomfortable, and a little frustrated because your mother didn’t even consider it strange that your sister was about to marry your ex. Your mother hadn’t even mentioned the fact that Chloé had gone after Ben of all men on earth. You had always tried to be as indifferent as possible to the favor your parents had for your sister. You had tried not to take it too personally or let it get to you, but at some point you were human. At that moment, you were being human, and you wanted to get angry about how your mother favored Chloé and granted her every whim. The way Chloé behaved was largely the fault of how your parents had pampered her all her life and told her she was always right and that she did nothing wrong.

You bit the inside of your cheek to stay calm and not open your mouth and say something you might regret. It wasn’t worth it. In a few hours, it would all be over. You spent almost all that time debating internally between your desire to explode and your desire to go unnoticed to end all that once and for all. Finally, anger won.

“After many years of knowing each other, they finally realized that they were meant to be,” you heard your mom say to the makeup artist. Chloé was four years younger than Ben and you, so it wasn’t like they both walked through the same social circles and the same people. Ben’s friends were part of ‘your social circle’ because most of them had gone to school with you, even though you might not like most of them for being arrogant pigs.

“And you see nothing strange in all that?” you asked, raising your brows

Your mother frowned “They are in love” You hated the way she talked about Chloé and Ben as if they had been friends forever and one day she realized they were in love with each other. That led you to think about Esteban and you, and you didn’t like to associate the two of you with them. You weren’t sure what was going on with you, but there couldn’t be more than friendship going on, right?

“You forgot he was dating me for much of that time,” You asked “Or does that part not fit into the fairy tale you made up in your head?” Your family was trying to sell a perfect fairy tale between Chloé and Ben, trying to keep up the image and possibly quell any speculation because you knew most of the guests today were going to remember that Ben had been with you before.

“They couldn’t help each other, love is love, dear” If someone else told you that ‘love is love’ you were going to explode, first Chloé and then your mother, did they want to pass all that off as love?

“Are you listening to yourself right now? One of your daughters fucked with your other daughter’s boyfriend behind her back and you think that’s ok? You had already lost your composure and now you were standing looking at your mother. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You didn’t think your mother knew exactly how Chloe and Ben’s relationship had started, but if she didn’t, she gave you no sign of it.

“Language,” she challenged you before putting her lips in a fine line. You could tell that she must not be happy that the makeup artist and the hairdresser were witnessing the entire scene. You weren’t happy about making all that public either, but you had had enough.

“Did you hear me? She slept with him throughout our relationship and you are defending her?”

“They are gonna get married,” your mother frowned “They are meant to be, like soul mates”

“Wha-” It wasn’t worth it. Your mother was a basket case. She would not change her mind and you didn’t want to waste your time trying to make her think otherwise. If up to that moment she hadn’t seen Chloé’s fakes, it was very unlikely that she would see them because you were pointing them out “You know what? This whole wedding can go to hell for as long as I care. I’m out,” you said before turning around to walk towards the door.

“You cannot leave” Your mother warned you

“I can and I will,” you answered “Watch me”

“What happened sis, can’t you handle the pressure?” Your sister spoke behind your back.

You turned to see her. Anger was bubbling up inside of you “Me? You spent your entire wedding week wanting to make me suffer because you think I’m still in love with him.” You looked her up and down “You pity me more than anything else”

“If you’re not in love with him, then why the fuss, sis?” You hated the way Chloé called you ‘sis’ in a teasing way. She was not enough to be an idiot?

“I can not credit the hypocrisy of this family, that’s why” You answered.

“Girls, calm down,” your mother interrupted, but neither of you paid any attention. Emotions were high.

“I’ve had enough of you” Not just for the wedding but in every way. You didn’t know if you wanted to continue putting up with your family after that day “Of all of you,” you added, looking briefly at your mother “I’m out”

“Let her go, mom, she can’t bear to see him marry me,” Chloé said with a smirk and crossed her arms over her chest. You remembered Chloé was allowed to call them ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ but you had always had to use ‘mother’ and ‘father’.

“I can’t bear that you think that having slept with him when he was still with me is fine and that she,” You pointed at your mother with a nod of your head “Don’t let you know how messed up that is”

“As mom told you, we couldn’t help it. Love is love, yes” If someone else repeated that phrase, it would end badly. Why would someone believe that this was love? Because even your sister didn’t seem to believe it. At that point, you weren’t even sure about the romance story she had told you the other day on the yacht.

“Whatever,” You rolled your eyes “I’m not jealous of you, I already told you, I feel sorry for you, you’re a poor soul who spent the week of her wedding paying attention to her sister instead of being happy to be about to marry the supposed love of her life” You didn’t want to be cruel you had already told Chloé earlier that you thought she was beautiful and could get any man she wanted and instead she was stuck with Ben just on a whim.

“How dare you, loser” She pushed you by the shoulders and you staggered

You stepped back and glared at her “Don’t touch me”

“I’ll do what I want,” Chloé answered before pushing you again, this time a little harder, which made you wobble again and lose your balance, stepping on your dress. You weren’t as steady in those heels as you would like. You heard a cloth rip and your butt hit the ground. The hairdresser made a gesture to approach you but you raised your hand so that he wouldn’t come closer and you got up alone.

You had had enough. If Chloé wanted to play, then they were going to play. You hated having to pay her back in kind, but if your sister had gotten into that mess, then she had to know the whole truth.

“You know? I’ve always hated that ring” You told him standing up, and you brushed off your dress. You noticed it was torn from the fall. “Ben gave me the same one when he proposed” You added and saw how Chloé’s expression faltered. “He told you the story about how his grandmother had that ring until his grandfather died because she never stopped loving him, didn’t he?” You did not know if Ben had used the same story with her, but now Chloé had stopped smiling and looked somewhere between horrified and confused.

“How-“ Your sister began. There it was. He had told her the same story, which, to top it off, was a lie.

“And he told you he bought it, especially for you, right?” You ventured “He told me that too”

“Liar”

You rolled your eyes “He did, he beg me not to leave him after I told him we were done, and then he asked me to marry him so I wouldn’t leave” After breaking up with him, Ben had opened a drawer and pulled out the ring to ask you married couple talking nonstop about why you two supposedly belonged together “He even told me his grandmother’s story to change my mind” One thing he knew was that you had a sensitive side he had probably wanted to appeal to with that story “Funny thing is that a week after he proposed to me that same ring was in Cartier” You had entered Cartier to buy a Christmas present for your mother and it turns out that the same ring that Ben had was on the counter of the store “It wasn’t as old as I thought then” The clerk had told you that the ring was from the new collection so there was no way it could be as old as Ben told you it was. Dude didn’t even bother to fake it.

Chloé stared at you. Not even a fly flew in the room “I don’t believe you,” she finally replied after a few seconds.

“Believe what you want is up to you,” you told her before turning around to leave the room. The truth was out. For you, Chloé was so desperate that she had taken your trash and recycled it. The only explanation was that Chloé was in love with Ben because otherwise, you didn’t understand why she was with him when she could have any man she wanted.

Your blood boiled. You had tried by all means not to explode, but you had had enough with your mother’s audacity. You couldn’t believe that she couldn’t even see how messed up I had been by what Chloé had done to you, not that you wanted Ben for yourself. It was that you couldn’t believe that no one would hold your sister accountable for the shitty move she had done on you.

You entered the room and slammed the door behind you. You could feel yourself trembling with fury. Esteban wasn’t there, but you could hear the shower running. You sat on the bed and examined the damage to the dress. The fabric of the skirt had ripped, and the damage was very clear. There was no way to hide it, it could be arranged, but there was a long time before the wedding. Maybe that was a sign that you guys really should go. It bothered you a little after putting up with it all week, but that was it.

Esteban’s voice interrupted your thoughts “Are you ok?” He asked you and you turned to see him. Bad idea. Especially since he was in a towel and fresh out of the shower. An image you didn’t need, especially after you didn’t know where you guys were standing after last night’s kiss. Maybe you were making a big deal on nothing.

“We should leave,” you replied, looking to your dress “This whole thing was a terrible idea from the beginning”

“What happened to the dress? Did you have a fit of rage or something?” He asked, and you heard his footsteps approaching you.

“Something like that” In theory, if you had had a fit of rage that had triggered the fight with your sister, but the dress had been Chloé’s fault. “I fought with Chloé”

“Tell me something new,” He replied, and you rolled your eyes “I’m going to get dressed now, don’t look”

“I didn’t mean to either.” You rolled your eyes and began to examine the fabric of the dress up close. It was nothing that could not be arranged if it were not because the wedding was hours away.

“Were you saying?” He told you and you heard the noise of clothes moving next to him. Maybe staying there while he did that wasn’t the best idea you’d ever had.

“I fought with Chloé. She pushed me and ripped her dress”

“Are you OK?”

“Yes” You nodded “But I think we should go”

“Hey if you wanna leave, I’m 100% on your side but-“

“But I made it this far and survived the entire week for nothing.” You finished it for him.

“Exactly,” He agreed as you listened as he zipped up his pants. Yes, staying there had not been a good idea because now your mind did not stop flying to places not so holy “But I understand if you want to leave,” He added.

“My mother just defended Chloé. She talks as if she hadn’t been under my nose with Ben all that time.” You sighed.

“Is that new? You already knew that your mother supports your sister” Esteban appeared in your range of vision and you turned to see him, he already had his suit pants on and was buttoning his shirt. ‘Keep your thoughts in line’, especially since a week ago your thoughts wouldn’t have strayed like this. Although a week ago, you would never have been in that situation with him.

“Yeah, but I didn’t think expectations were that low,” you added, throwing your head back. That whole week was a complete mess.

“We can go,” Esteban suggested “Or you can have fun at a wedding paid for by other people”

“I’m so done with all of them I swear” You ran your hands over your face before patting your legs and jumping out of bed “I’m going to have to change this dress”

“That’s my girl” He gave you a wink and you let out a slightly nervous laugh. Why did that statement suddenly seem so personal between you? “You came just in time,” He added “I’m going to need help with the tie knot”

“Of course, you will.” Before heading to the closet, you rolled your eyes. You were going to have to wear the same dress you had worn to the rehearsal dinner yesterday, but at least it would not be the dress that made you look like a peach. You had your hair done and your makeup half done thanks to the scene you had done before you left your sister’s suite, so when you were both ready you tied Esteban’s tie.

“You should learn how to do it, it’s not that hard,” you teased, finishing the knot and taking your clutch to leave the room.

“What would I do without you?” He asked, closing the door behind you.

“Nothing,” you replied, smiling at him, although something felt strange. It was like you were tickled because he admitted you were important in his life with something so small as helping him with his tie knot.

The wedding was going to take place outdoors. The hotel garden had like a cliff with a beautiful view of the beach, so it was a beautiful place to carry out the ceremony and the weather was good, so the reception was also going to be outside. Since you no longer had the bridesmaid dress, you were going to sit next to your parents in the front row instead.

“Your sister is mad,” Your father told you as soon as you sat down next to him. ‘Hello to you too, dad’ he hadn’t even bothered to say hello before he started demanding things from you.

“When isn’t she?” You responded by rolling your eyes, and Esteban reached out to place his hand on yours. You were getting used to the way he subtly supported you.

“I don’t know what happened but fix it” Your father put his lips in a thin line letting you know he wasn’t happy “Your mother is giving me a headache”

“So it’s about you and not Chloé and her wedding day, right?” The issue was how much your mother was bothering him and not about your sister’s happiness on her wedding day. Your family worked in strange ways.

Your father gave you a warning look “Fix it,” He murmured to you before picking up the phone to take a call.

You massaged your temples. You guys should have left when you had the chance. Make some silly excuse and get out of there. Your family would never change and all that was a headache. You felt Esteban’s hand slide down your back to caress your shoulders.

“I’m so doing,” you moaned, resting your head on his shoulder.

“Couple more hours and then it’s all over,” He replied, stroking your hair gently. You found his caresses soothing.

“Keep it up and I’m going to fall in love with you,” you murmured.

“That wouldn’t be so bad after all,” He answered without even flinching. You didn’t want to look up to see him. Why did he have to say those things? You didn’t want to admit how you were reacting to his gestures, and you didn’t want to admit that when he said things like that, your heart seemed to fly.

The ceremony had been short, but it had been delayed because your sister wanted it to be right at sunset for the magazine photos. You two had been hand in hand throughout the ceremony until all the guests stood up to applaud the bride and groom.

Esteban’s breath tickled the back of your neck “Look at him, he seems constipated every time he kisses her” He whispered in your ear which made you let out a small laugh that earned you a disapproving look from your mother.

At least you had fun guaranteed with him. It was one thing that you had always had. You could laugh at the silliest things all the time. Your group of friends was relatively small. You two were friends from high school and then maybe a couple more friends who had joined, but your friendship went way back.

You had to admit that all the wedding decorations were incredibly beautiful. The wedding planner had strutted her stuff and your sister had always had an elegant taste, which made it feel like walking into your grandma’s house and afraid you’d break one of her expensive vases.

At least it was time you wanted to thank your sister for not having put you at the head table with your parents and Ben because that would have been uncomfortable. You had ended up at the table with a couple of Ben’s cousins that you knew and luckily liked. Philipp was also at the same table, which was fun for sure. He didn’t have a date, so he had flirt mode on.

“Look at him, he’s going to scare them,” Esteban scoffed as you watched Phillip flirt with Sandy.

“He isn’t leaving by himself today.”

“He isn’t” He agreed and you both let out a laugh. Both were sitting after finishing dinner and the speeches of the bride and groom, the best man, and Tiffany. You had your back against him and Esteban had his arms around you, hugging you from behind.

“Let’s dance,” He suggested, standing up and holding out his hand.

You nodded “Let’s do it”

You were prepared to suffer a couple of stomps from Esteban, but you were surprised when he was more than able to keep up with the music. Having hit the growth spurt very early, when he was a teenager, he used to have coordination problems and you remembered your stomping feet at the prom.

“Ok, you took dance classes, don’t lie.” You raised your brows.

“I did,” He nodded as they swayed to the rhythm of the music “Mainly so I don’t have to make a fool of myself at gala dinners”

“I see, now you can coordinate the legs”

“I started taking salsa classes so I could coordinate the top with the bottom.” He rolled his eyes.

You giggled as you imagined Esteban in the shirt and fringes worn by salsa dancers “Salsa? Oh, my god.”

“I swear it was very useful”

“Yeah, I bet he was.” Now he had some pretty good dancing skills. You had taken classes when you were young, one of the few things you didn’t regret that your mother had forced you to go.

Esteban opened his mouth as if to say something, but closed it again when they called to toss the bouquet. He simply kissed you on the forehead before turning away to walk back to the table. You reached out and took his arm.

“Wait,” you said before adjusting the knot of his tie.

“Thanks” He gave you a nod in response before returning to his seat. You stayed looking at it. Why the lonely look? Was something going on that you didn’t know about?

You had never kissed each other and yet now it was almost normal for Esteban to kiss your forehead, intertwine his fingers with yours when holding your hand or give you those looks that couples give each other over two friends. Looks like a couple would give each other. After all, you were technically a couple, weren’t you? At least they were until the wedding was over. After that, you could organize your mind and get back to normal before that week started. Before that week, you would never have thought of having stolen glances or forehead kisses as intimacy with him.

You weren’t even paying full attention to your sister; the bridesmaids were clustered almost to the front, and you paid attention when one elbowed you and sent you reeling. There was no need to go wild over a bouquet. However, the look Chloé gave you when she turned around and she saw you were the one who had taken the bouquet made you think that perhaps it would have been better if you had not directly taken part in the activity. You weren’t planning on getting married soon, but you couldn’t say anything but smile when the guests started making jokes about your marriage to Esteban coming soon. You sat next to him, stretching your legs to rest a bit.

“I’m sorry about that” You made a face. He must not have felt very comfortable having the whole world poking at him about when the two of you were getting married.

“It’s okay” He shrugged and gave you a reassuring smile.

“We are not even together and they are already planning our fake wedding” You let out a nervous laugh. Still, the idea didn’t sound as alarming to you as it should. It was almost as if the idea was natural.

“We should be,” He replied, and you stared at him. Just said...? What was happening? Did you misunderstand or had I just suggested that you...?

“What?” you gasped. Maybe you had misunderstood, and he was playing with you.

“I love you, (Y/N)” He replied without taking his eyes off you. He wasn’t faking it. Esteban was not acting. He felt that way about you and you hadn’t caught the signs.

“That’s-" You swallowed hard. You closed your eyes briefly, you could feel your heart beating so hard that it was going to come out of your chest “That’s a strong statement”

“But it’s true”

You shook your head “We shouldn’t be doing this” Especially to preserve the friendship you had for so many years.

“I love you,” He repeated “I’ve loved you for a long time”

“No, you don’t” Was it easy to confuse love with friendship? You didn’t want to believe that he had loved you for so long and that you hadn’t realized it. You couldn’t understand if you were too distracted, or he had been very good at hiding it.

“I do, I’ve loved you for a long time”

You stared at him for a few seconds before speaking again. Esteban looked like he was talking dead serious and he wasn’t kidding at all. The party around you had faded. Now you could only think that your friendship would never be the same.

“Wait, is that why you say yes to this whole thing?” The only reason he had agreed to spend that week with you in Mexico was because Esteban expected something else to happen between you? You wanted to think better of him, but at that moment, everything was spinning.

“I said yes cause you are my friend first”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, frowning.

“I was hoping I could push my feelings deep enough to get through this week.” Oh, God. Things were getting more intense by the second.

“Because right now?” If I had loved you for so long, then I could have told you sooner.

“Before you were with Ben and then when you broke up with him I didn’t want to be your second course”

“And what about our friendship?”

“I don’t know” “but it's worth being brave if everything works out in the end”

“Is that why you told my mom we were dating?”

He shook his head. “I thought maybe you could use a hand.”

“Then I saw it as an opportunity for you to see me as something more” So he wasn’t faking any of that. The kisses, the gestures, the looks. He wasn’t just helping you, he was “Did it work?”

“It did” Did you feel something for him? Yes. Were you in love? You couldn’t tell. It was too soon to know what you felt for him. If it was part of your abandonment problems and always looking for the love that you never had with your family. That had been the reason you had broken up with Ben. When you were younger, you were so desperate for someone to love you, that you had broken up with the first boy who had promised you to love and given you a little cuddle.

“I don’t expect you to stop seeing me as your friend overnight, especially with me having hidden this for so long,” He clarified “But at least I want us to give each other a chance”

You gave him a lopsided smile and leaned into him. “I have a question though,” you murmured.

“You will say”

“What happens after tonight?” And if it didn’t work? What if you were not what he had idealized in his head? And if later he decided that in the end, he didn’t love you? What was going to happen to your friendship?

Esteban smiled at you slightly “We will see, for today we have tonight”

You smiled back at him before nodding “I like that.”

He joined his lips with yours and then you felt it. That feeling of accomplishment where you realized you were probably already more into him than you thought. It was a connection you couldn’t explain. At that moment, you knew nothing was ever going to be the same again. The way only Esteban’s confession had changed things. You smiled between the kiss. You also weren’t sure you wanted to go back to what you were before that.

“May I have this dance?”

You rolled your eyes in response to his formality before taking his hand, both of you moving towards the dance floor. There was a song too slow to dance to, so you just leaned your head against his shoulder and swayed to the beat of the music.

“I’m afraid I’m not the image you’ve made of me in your head,” you murmured after a couple of minutes.

He let out a laugh. “We’ve been friends long enough that I don’t have to picture myself in my head. I know exactly who you are.”

“Perhaps you idolized me and ended up disappointing yourself.” You bit your lower lip suddenly, not so sure that you were okay with trying.

“How can you even know what’s going through my head?” You looked up to see him and you saw that he had raised brows “Stop overthinking everything” He added with a soft look “Stop with the ‘what if’” He knew perfectly well that you needed to have everything clear and organized, you didn’t get along very well with the vertigo that improvisation generated in you.

“Sorry I just-“ It gave you a bit of vertigo, not knowing what could happen to everything you had been until now or rather everything you thought you were because Esteban had bottled up his feelings for a long time, and not I wanted to be just your friend “I don’t want to lose our friendship in case-“

He placed a finger on your lips and you stopped talking “Don’t jinx it” Esteban murmured before leaning down to kiss your forehead “We’re going to be fine”

You drank. You laughed. You had fun. After you decided that you had had enough, you called the night early. You had such a good time with the one that you hadn’t even paid attention to the rest. It was as if both of them had gone out partying alone. Sometimes your soulmate didn’t have to be your lover or your crush, sometimes it was your best friend.

The kisses, the caresses, the soft touches felt more exciting than ever. The sensations that you had had the previous days when he touched you or kissed you had multiplied by a thousand.

“You can sleep under the sheets today if you want to,” you told him when they both got off the elevator.

“Let’s just leave it like that,” Esteban let out a laugh “I don’t want to fall into any temptation”

“So what if I want you to do it?” You asked, and that made him stand in his place.

“I’d tell you’ve had too much to drink”

“You know I’m not even drunk” Although maybe you should be to have that conversation with the “I’m serious Este”

“We should take it slow,” He pointed out.

“I don’t want that,” you replied, pouting slightly with your lips.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Esteban complained with a groan.

“Why?”

“It’s dangerous” It was dangerous to add sex to that cocktail of emotions that you guys were having. He was right, but you weren’t thinking rationally.

“You said we only had tonight,” You said turning to him and walking back “Let’s have tonight then” you lowered the strap of your dress slightly before winking at him. You saw a playful twinkle play in his eyes before he advanced on you.

You turned around and started running down the hall toward your room. He caught up with you halfway and grabbed you around the waist, pulling you towards him. You giggled as he scooped you up and carried you the remaining few feet to your door. You put your feet on the ground and pulled him towards you to kiss him. He lifted you back into the air and you didn’t know how he opened the door to push both of you into your room.

When Esteban separated from you to breathe, you saw he opened his mouth as if to say something and you interrupted him. “Shut up” You answered “Don’t jinx it” you added and they both let out a laugh before kissing again.

Did it feel like this to be with your best friend? So natural and so exciting at the same time. It was as if a train of emotions was going through you at that moment. You pulled him towards you by his tie and ran your hands over his shoulders to remove his suit jacket. He slid his hands down your back to unbutton your dress and, with a movement of your shoulders, you let it fall to the floor, leaving only your panties. You laughed between kisses, trying to breathe between them. You yanked his tie off and some buttons on his shirt popped off. He took you by the ass and lifted you to place you against the door. Your heart was beating at full speed. Esteban loved you. For the first time, the thought just made you smile and didn’t scare you. Your hands slid to unbutton his pants as he nibbled on your ear and his fingers slid inside your panties to play gently with your clit. You didn’t want foreplay and judging by the way he quickly got rid of your panties, neither did he.

When he spread your legs and held you against the doors before brushing the tip of his cock with your opening. The air in the room hit your pussy, feeling how your moisture wet the tip of his cock.

“What are you waiting for?” you gasped.

“I don’t know. I think I’m having fun like this,” Esteban replied, leaning over you to nibble your neck. Bastard. He was enjoying playing with you like that.

You let out an answering grunt that made him laugh before slowly penetrating you, almost making you despair at the pace he was having until he went all the way inside you and pulled out his cock, only to go deep again in just one move

“Fuck yes,” He moaned, and you responded with another moan, throwing your head back and hitting it with the door. You could feel how he would have passed inside you easily thanks to your moisture. They hadn’t even needed previous games.

After a couple of thrusts, he spread your legs wide open, holding you in that position and increasing the pace, making your walls stretch, feeling how deep he was going in that position. You didn’t know you loved him so much, but now it wasn’t a matter of wanting anymore. You needed him so badly.

You could feel how he controlled his onslaught to come with you, so when he noticed you were close to cumming, he increased the pace, causing you to let out a little yelp of surprise. He had a couple of moves up his sleeve that you hadn’t seen coming because of how tired you were. You felt your walls contract around him as a prelude to your orgasm, which made him come, and you followed him a few seconds later.

You both stayed in that position for a couple of minutes, trying to catch your breath. Esteban had his head resting on your shoulder when you spoke again.

“I don’t think I can come back to normal after this,” you gasped

“I don’t wanna come back to normal,” He replied

“Neither do I”

“Let’s make a new normal then,” He said, and you thought it was the best suggestion you had ever heard. You were going to figure it out.

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