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sanhwaism · 10 months

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MEET UP FOR A COFFEE AND A SMILE | C.S

pairing ⟡ bf .ᐟ choi san x gn .ᐟ reader

synopsis ⟡ feeling overwhelmed because of stressful events and built up emotions, your thoughtful boyfriend wants to melt away all of your problems in his own, sweet way.

genre ⟡ fluff, romance, established relationship

warnings ⟡ mentions of dealing with anxiety attack, pet names, juuust a sickening amount of fluff because san is just too cute to handle and i just wanna eat him

wc ⟡ 2.1k

author's note ⟡ my first ever written scenario wooo !! got suddenly struck by a spark of inspiration while listening to one day at a time, that song feels like the warmest hug :,) hope you'll enjoy it!!

letting out a loud sigh, you push the entry's door closed with your hip, too focused on untying your shoelace to bother. today felt like a fever dream, emphasis on 'fever', because you feel like you're dealing with one. plus a terrible, terrible headache, the main cause of your deep frowning.

a groan escapes your lips soon as you straighten your back, the sudden movement making you dizzy. you close your eyes and stay still for a brief moment, your mind being kind enough to remind you of the anxiety attack you dealt with today.

besides your part time job that has been stressing you a lot lately, the cherry on top is the finals season. you had to split yourself in half so you could manage your time for both studying and working. you told yourself that you can do it, your san also has been providing you with his encouraging words, love and attention.

yet today felt like you couldn't bear that struggle anymore, that insufferable weight on your shoulders, which had you locked in your job's place bathroom. you didn't call san. no, you didn't want to worry him, especially knowing he has a busy schedule today.

after a few 'you're fine' and 'it's okay' whispered to yourself and trying to regulate your quick breathing and heart palpitations while feeling fatigued and uneasy, it seemed that you calmed down a bit. but your whole body has been feeling weak the rest of the evening. fortunately, you're home now. away from your job. and you only have one more exam left.

"everything is going to be alright by the end of all of this, jagi, i promise you this. you're doing great. you have me, i got you."

his healing words echo in your ears like sweet honey and you feel the corners of your lips rise and your body slowly relax after you threw yourself on the couch with a loud thump. as if he is connected to you and what's going on inside your mind, you hear your phone ring. you can't help but let out a soft chuckle as you answer the call.

"how do you manage to always do it, sannie?" you sigh, closing your eyes in content.

you hear some fidgeting and a car passing by, signs that he just ended his rehearsals, then his usual, sweet tone but with a tint of worry in his voice.

"baby? do what? are you okay?" you swear you can see his concerned expression just from the way he asked you those questions.

"i'm... yeah. i mean, i feel better now, that's what matters," you mutter, absently playing with the hem of your shirt.

a slight pause before san speaks again, this time clearly distraught. "oh, no, what happened aegiya? want me to come over?"

his cute way of calling you baby makes your heart flutter. you instantly shake your head in denial even if he can't see it.

"no, love, it's late and you probably just finished the dancing practice. that and also the fact that i barely have the energy to talk or exist... i'm so tired, sannie." your drowsy voice made san pout. his chest was suddenly feeling heavy and all he wanted to do was to offer a safe space for you to let everything out. to have his arms tightly wrapped around you, to pamper your face with his affectionate kisses. to have your head laying on his shoulder or chest just the way you like it, because his warmth and presence feel like home to you.

but he despises pushing your boundaries. even if he believes the best thing to do right now is being next to you, it does not match with your needs at the moment. and he will always listen to you over his distressed state and his anxious overthinking. what is truly important to both of you is, at the end of the day, to find each other's tender embrace, to be ready to face the worst of this world together.

with a low exhale, san gets inside the car, in the backseat while waiting for mingi.

"i know, angel, i know you are," his comforting voice and words brought tears to your eyes. "okay, i will let you rest. we don't have to talk about this now. but can you promise me one thing? one small, veeery tiny thing?"

you hum, already half asleep on the couch, still dressed in work clothes.

"allow me to be your anchor tomorrow morning. it's finally the weekend, i can come by your place and help you relax, even just a bit. this way we both can rest tonight and start tomorrow fresh."

oh, that's a bold lie. he will definitely not sleep at all because of how worried he is for you. absolutely not. no matter how tight he will hug the plushie you bought him a few months ago, imagining that it's you he's cuddling. but that's a problem for future san.

"mm, of course baby. thank you... for being so understanding," you let out a small yawn. "please rest, yeah?"

"i love you."

both of you speak in the same time and can't help but giggle together, san feeling rather shy at the other end of the call. after a few seconds, he starts humming for you, his feathery singing voice lulling you to sleep. he rests his cheek in his palm while looking at the dark sky through the car's window. a few stars are visible, shining in a way that comforts him. because he is relieved you are at least safe and sound at home and under the same sky as him. and while attentively listening to your steady breathing, he knows everything will be okay. he will always reassure you of that.

the early morning finds you in a deep, peaceful slumber. lucky for you because you didn't have to move, san had a copy of your apartment's keys and used them to get inside as quietly as possible. your catlike curled up position made him close his eyes shut in an almost failed attempt to control his squeal because of how adorable you look. taking off his hood and not leaving you out of his sight, he silently rests himself on the end support of the couch.

you softly huff and open your eyes. a familiar, gentle touch on your forehead makes you shift positions, turning your body towards your lover, arms clinging onto him like you haven't seen him in ages. you hear san's endearing chuckle as your head finds his lap, your cheek nuzzling against the soft material of his sweatpants.

"good morning, jagi." he whispers, leaning over so he can offer you a tender kiss on your temple.

"hi, 'morning," you purr, voice hoarse because you just woke up. "what time is it?"

you manage to move closer to him, hugging his waist and san felt like melting on the spot, right there and then. you are indeed very dangerous for his heart, yet he never wants you to stop causing him so many palpitations.

"it's still early, don't worry. i just couldn't bear leaving you alone anymore," he admits with his well known pout, which causes your lips to curl up into a lazy smile. as much as you love how clingy san is, you appreciate that he offered you the space you needed last night. you knew he wanted to desperately rush here, but he controlled himself. and that makes you forever grateful for his caring nature, putting you above everything.

"thanks for last night, really," you murmur, face resting against the pocket of his hoodie.

"shh, of course. it's the least i could do for you. i'll always try my best to be there when you need me. how are you feeling? and be honest, don't lie to me jagiya," he gently scolds you, knowing you tend to pretend that everything is fine in order not to bother him with your problems. but you promised to each other to try being more open about this, both you and san valuing communication the most.

"i really, really needed this sleep," you choose to tell him about yesterday's happening. "i had an anxiety attack at work, things just got too much for me to handle."

san looks down at you and hums, nodding in an understanding manner as his hand caresses the top of your head. his first, impulsive reaction would be to get all upset and to question you about your lack of calls regarding him, but how was that supposed to help you? the least thing he wants is to make you feel bad or invalidate your feelings. san is more than sure you are capable of handling yourself, you have shown him countless of times how strong and admirable you are. he looks up to you, always. but it's normal to feel helpless sometimes, and he wants to be your comforting mountain, for you to rely on him, to help you see the light at the end of the tunnel when darkness seems to take over. seeing you without that sparkle in your eyes crushes him, aches him more than any physical pain can.

"i'm relieved you're feeling better now. i am so, so proud of you for calming yourself down," it's all he softly says and cuddles you closer in his strong arms. while rocking both of you from left to right, he tells you about his morning plans, which includes you. "i was thinking of bringing back that pretty smile of yours that i aaaabsolutely adore with a cup of coffee, what do you say, hm? we can go get some breakfast as well. then we can spend the rest of the day however you want. how's that sound?"

"very, very nice," you reply, smiling at the thought of enjoying san's presence and spending time with him for a whole day.

"ah, perfect then," he nods happily, patting your hip. "when was the last time you ate?"

you tuck your lips. the sudden silence makes san dramatically gasp, still waiting for a response.

you exhale, trying to remember. "yesterday...? yesterday at lunch." you see him with the corner of your eye starting to shake his head, all sulky.

"no, no, my dearest right here needs to eat," he says and immediately begins to cover your face with his soft kisses, receiving a lot of giggles from you. his warm, minty breath tickles your cheeks and makes you squirm in his hug, trying to escape from his pampering but secretly enjoying it. his dimpled smile softens you, and you find yourself getting up with a sudden urge to kiss him.

with your hands gently cupping his face, you lean forward and press your lips against his, the unforeseen action causing san's eyes to widen before allowing himself to get weak under your loving touch. his arms tighten around your waist as he shyly kisses you back, suppressing a lot of happy giggles while smiling in between the kisses.

"i brought," peck "you," peck "one of my hoodies," one last final peck from you and this time san lets out the cutest laugh, his eyes closing and turning into that crescent moon shapes you love to see. "you're so cute, jagi."

"i think we both know who is the cuter one here," you confidently say, not holding yourself back from kissing the tip of his nose. he is quick to reciprocate your affection, copying your gesture which made your nose scrunch and his heart flip.

"mhm, you're right, it's you!" he gives you a charming wink then gets up from the couch when he senses that you are about to contradict him. gazing at you from this angle, with your messy bed hair, clearly not in your most comfortable clothing, eyes still a bit drowsy but with that peaceful, small smile on your lips, makes everything worth fighting for. san has so much love for you and will never get tired of showering you in it, because you deserve it.

noticing a cardboard box on your kitchen counter with two cups of coffee in it, your hopeful question pulls him out of the trance he found himself into. "you got the coffee already?"

your lover offers you a compassionate smile as he nods his head. "your favorite."

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kitten4sannie · 6 months

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ᴄʀᴀᴢʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍ | ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ

pairing: dilf! san x boytoy! wooyoung x fem! reader

genre: smut <3

summary: you search for a rebound at your local club after a break up. the club owner and his favorite boyfriend are there to satisfy your needs.

w.c: 3.3k

warnings: daddy dom kinda switch! san (almost chewed my fingers off writing him like this trust), dom! wooyoung (he’s kinda passively there when it comes to reader but i promise he’ll be more prominent in part two~), subby good girl! reader, woosan, alcohol use, reader is not drunk but sufficiently tipsy, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names (angel, princess, pretty girl, etc), teasing, possessiveness, praise, voyeurism/exhibitionism, body worship, grinding, kissing, marking, fingering, double? blowjob? idk (san gets head while giving it too oop-) , deep-throating, slight hair pulling, snowballing

a/n: hii guess who’s back from the dead just in time for the cb? <3 and i brought a present ~ a naughty one hehe :3 the inspo came from those pics above bc they look so expensive and cunty and so yummy ugh and THEN san decided to strip at the mama awards and now i’m ILL and ready to howl at the moon anyways !!this is out of pocket like usual and i put my whole kitty into it okayyy so i hope you enjoy and pls lemme know if you’re excited for part two >< <33

song rec: incubator by ph-1, gun by doja cat, wine pon you also by doja cat feat. konshens (every time i hear the last part it reminds me of san’s dance cover hnnnnhgg)

“Girl, you better slow down on that drink,” the woman sitting beside you at the bar warned, resting her forearms down on the cool surface of the sleek marble countertop, continuing to watch you slurp down a long island iced tea. “I’m not about to hold your hair up for you later.”

“Can you leave me alone? I’m grieving over here, god,” you whined to her with your straw still in between your pouting, quivering lips, your eyes brimming with tears. “And for the record, he broke up with me over text. Text.”

She shook her head. “You are not about to cry over a man right now.”

You pushed your empty glass away, before dramatically pointing a finger into your chest, causing the strap of your dress to droop down your shoulder a bit. “You’re right, but I can still be a mess if I want to, thank you very much.”

“Well, you’re certainly achieving that,” she stated, idly sipping on her own drink, looking you up and down until you felt like you had to prove something to her.

“Okay, fuck this,” you muttered, pushing yourself off of the barstool and pulling your dress down where it was beginning to rise up near your ass, sniffling a bit.

“Where are you going?”

Pulling out a small tube from the v-neck of your dress to apply a fresh coat of lip gloss, you smacked your lips together and motioned your hand to the vast amounts of sweaty, drunk people grinding on each other on the opposite side of the club. “I’m gonna get some rebound dick. Don’t wait up.”

The woman smiled to herself as she watched you disappear into the sea of people, still just sipping on her drink. Little did you know, someone else was already waiting for you in that crowd. And they came as a package deal.

“I want her, Sannie,” Wooyoung chimed to the older man that was sitting beside him on the comfy VIP couch, the man’s arm wrapped protectively around his waist. The younger man took a finger off of his fruity drink to point at the woman that was feeling herself up with her body pressed to an unnamed man on the dance floor across from them, charmed by the unbothered, almost melancholic expression imprinted on her flushed face, like she was just waiting for someone like them to take care of her, to make her pretty face flush for a different reason.

San followed Wooyoung’s manicured nail until it led to the sight of you, a few wrinkles etched into his skin near his lips and where his eyes creased with amusement. “Mmm. Shall I leave you to your own devices then? Daddy can watch you seduce that pretty girl from here, can’t he?” His smile deepened when Wooyoung shifted beside him, his thigh pressing into San’s larger one, knowing his plaything was already getting hot under the collar. San held Wooyoung’s chin between his ringed fingers, leaning in to murmur, “And you’ll be a good boy and bring her to me once you get her nice and wet, won’t you?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Wooyoung replied breathily, barely getting his words out when the man pulled him in for a heated kiss.

Just when Wooyoung began to lean into him, his hands resting on San’s leather-bound chest, the older man broke the kiss, wiping the other’s saliva from his mouth. “Get going, naughty boy.”

Despite being dizzy with need, Wooyoung nodded, obediently nodding as he stood up from the couch. He fixed his hair and checked his makeup, before heading into the sea of sweaty, lust-drunk people to find you.

You were almost too busy rolling your body along to the hypnotic flow of the house track that was bumping through the speakers around you to notice the warmth of someone else pulling you near him, his hand sliding onto the small of your back and his lips against your ear, goosebumps forming across your skin.

“Can I steal you away?” Wooyoung whispered in a low voice, smiling at your slow nod, your eyes practically dilating at the sight of him. You didn’t know angels frequented night clubs. That was news to you. The both of you silently watched as his veiny hands slowly slid onto your hips, his fingers squeezing into them just enough to make you shiver.

He brought you back against him with a gentleness that made you a little weak in the knees, moving his hips against yours, guiding you against his body to the pulsing beats of the song.

Desperate to be needed by the obscenely attractive stranger, you took it upon yourself to grind back against him, feeling his cock harden against your ass through his satin pants.

“Fuck, baby, don’t you know what’ll happen if you keep doing that?” he exhaled into your ear, his fingers moving down slightly to squeeze your thighs.

You turned your head back to meet his searing gaze, licking your lips, your eyelids lowering. “What’s going to happen?”

Glancing to the side to make sure San was still watching, which he was, with a hand clutching his upper thigh, Wooyoung looked back to you, his hands moving further outwards to feel the sides of your ass, encouraging your dress to move up little by little, replying, “We’ll have to play with you, angel.”

“Yes, please,” you breathed out, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to feel up your body, his hands groping along your abdomen to your tits, the cogs inside your head moving at a slower rate than usual. “Wait…did you just say…we’ll?” Just as you spoke, Wooyoung reached around to grasp your chin and guide it to the side, allowing you to spot the fiery-headed gentleman manspreading on the VIP couch across from you, his heated gaze alone making you throb. “Isn’t…that the guy who owns this place?”

“Mm, he owns a lot of things. You see, darling, even though I want you all to myself–” Wooyoung squeezed his hands around your barely clothed tits through your dress, making you moan. “San doesn’t like it when I don’t share with him.” His hands slowly moved down your front to your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness coat his fingers when he rubbed them against your clothed slit. All you could focus on was the way San shifted around on the couch, his hands gripping his thighs like his body was aching to be free from his tight ensemble, Wooyoung’s upcoming offer barely getting processed in your hazy brain. “Do you wanna meet him?”

One single nod was all it took for Wooyoung to take your hand with a knowing smile on his pretty face, like he could already tell what was about to go down that night, before guiding you past the crowd, the bouncers, and directly up to San, who was eagerly waiting your arrival.

As soon as you stepped foot into the exclusive lounge, the visual of the older man had your already weak knees ready to buckle underneath you now that you could see him up close. He was dressed head to toe in sleek, expensive leather. The top only had two buttons to support his front, his broad chest on full display for you to drool over. Your eyes eventually followed upwards until you got to his obscenely handsome face, his sharp, feline-like features bathed in the club’s sinful red lighting. Then, of course, the nail in the coffin was the dimpled smile he offered you, one that was so inviting that you didn’t realize you were being drawn to him like a moth to a burning flame.

“That’s right, go ahead and get nice and comfortable on my lap, sweetheart,” his words, sweet like honey, melted off his tongue in a low drawl, his limbs wrapping around you as soon as you sat down on his lap, resting one hand comfortably on your thigh, his other reaching up to play with your hair. “What brought you here tonight? To my pretty boy? To me?”

You gently hooked an arm around his neck to keep yourself upright, gazing at Wooyoung who sat beside you both on the couch, his fingers rubbing gentle circles around one of your ankles, before turning your head to look at the older man, trying to keep bad memories from flooding your brain.

San gently twirled your hair around his finger, urging in a deep, comforting voice, “Let it out. Don’t be afraid, princess.”

Your brain offered you a pleasant fuzziness instead. “I…had a bad breakup…I just really wanted to come here, get my back blown out, and forget about it all, you know?”

Wooyoung stifled a cackle, while San’s lower lip jutted out in a pout, his hand splaying across your upper thigh, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Poor angel. I bet he never made you feel needed, huh?” You mirrored his pout, shaking your head. “I can make you feel needed, baby. Do you want that?” A nod this time, your breath caught in your throat. San leaned in, pressing his lips to your warm cheek, murmuring, “Then, let Daddy take care of you, alright?”

And just like that, there were no rules anymore. No regulations. No holding back. Just you, two strangers, and a club full of people that couldn’t care less about what you were doing. San still held you in his lap, your trembling legs just barely spread open enough to allow his hand in between them, rubbing his thick digits against your cunt through your soaked panties, while Wooyoung had a front row seat. “Is it good for you, baby? Or do you want more?”

“More,” you exhaled, about to say something when San squeezed your clit roughly, making you gasp.

“More, what, princess?” San leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips, whispering against them, “What’s my name?”

“More, Daddy,” you corrected yourself, just as San’s ringed fingers moved past your panties and slipped right inside you up to the knuckle, filling you up just enough to make your brain go fuzzy.

Wooyoung moaned just when you did, biting his lip at the sight of San’s veins popping out when he began to pump his fingers in and out of your squelching hole. “Fuck, that’s so hot…she’s so wet, Daddy…”

“She is, isn’t she?” San agreed, curling his fingers inside you until he hit the spot that made you drool, his lips suddenly latching onto your neck to leave his mark behind on your skin so you could remember exactly what you did when you woke up the next morning. “Look at you, taking my fingers in your tight little cunt like this. Such a good girl.”

“Uh-huh,” you could barely verbalize, whining at his words, clenching around his digits. You could barely focus on anything else except for the older man’s thick fingers stretching you out, his rings offering you a pleasure you didn’t realize you needed in your life, though Wooyoung’s warm hands on your thighs and gentle smile kept you from getting too lost in the moment.

However, San was in the same boat as you, his trapped, throbbing cock already leaking so much pre-cum that he was about to lose it, encouraging him to suggest, “Mm, but you need Daddy’s cock, don’t you?” He watched you give him a weak nod, knowing you were on the edge of orgasming from the way your body began to lock up. “I should just fuck you dumb right here for everyone to see. Have you make a big mess on this couch. It’s my club, after all. Why shouldn’t I do what I want?” He sped up the pace, practically pounding his fingers into your cunt, your arousal leaking down your shaking thighs, continuing to dispel filthy words for only you and his boytoy to hear. “Fuck, they’ll enjoy seeing a pretty thing like you fall apart on my lap, won’t they? See this cunt of yours stretch around my cock and take my cum inside. Mmm. See the way I make you mine.”

Everything was too much. The crowded room. The possibility of someone’s eyes on you. San’s filthy words. His fingers jammed inside your soaked cunt. Wooyoung’s unwavering gaze, his hands squeezing into your thighs. The unrelenting pleasure coursing through your body. You ended up cumming so hard, you saw stars, not even realizing San was silencing your pleasured cries until you felt his lips on yours and his tongue push into your open mouth. Just as San pulled away, Wooyoung took his place, tasting the alcohol on your tongue, before gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth.

“Should we go to your office now, Sannie?” Wooyoung asked the older man, his hooded eyes flitting between San’s and yours, neither of you even having to speak another word before you all got up from the couch.

“Whoa,” you murmured to yourself, looking around the expansive room, the interior matching the rest of the sleek club. Aside from the small computer desk setup in the corner, there was a large bed with satin sheets that took up a good portion of the room, but most of your attention was on the mirrors that were perfectly positioned on either side of the bed, as well as the ceiling. “Mirrors?”

“Sannie likes to watch himself,” Wooyoung giggled, rubbing the small of your back in comforting circles, leading you to the bed alongside San who sat down on the edge of it, looking up to you and Wooyoung who stood behind you, running his hands along your sides up to your shoulders, before taking hold of the zipper of your dress.

“I like to watch pretty angels like you come undone too. Watch the lust take over you until you’re covered in sweat and cum,” San mused, gazing into your eyes until Wooyoung slowly pulled the straps of your dress down, the both of them watching it fall from your body. Groaning, San began to mirror Wooyoung’s actions, unbuttoning his blazer, then pulling it off and revealing an expanse of smooth tan skin, the muscles in his arms flexing as he began to unbuckle his pants. Once San’s pants hit the floor and his thick, veiny cock sprung up, you found yourself sinking down to your knees, your mouth watering at the sight of pre-cum dribbling down the man’s reddened cockhead. “What do you want, princess? Tell me.”

“Your cock,” you requested immediately, settling your hands on his strong thighs. “In my mouth, please.”

“Ahh…?” San tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raising up slightly.

“Daddy,” you replied swiftly, leaning in to rub your cheek against his hot, throbbing length, pouting, licking at the pre-cum that dripped onto your face. “Please.”

“Good girl. So dirty for me. Aren’t I a lucky man?” San let out a satisfied sigh, reaching down to wrap a good amount of your hair around his fist, holding it in a ponytail so that he could see your face, before sliding his cock into the hot, slick haven that was your mouth and throat. “That’s it, suck it nice and hard, princess. Show me how much you like having Daddy’s cock in your mouth.”

You reciprocated, throating his cock the best you could, choking and gagging occasionally, digging your fingers into his thighs.

“Mmm, there you go. You’re so good for me, angel. Don’t stop, okay?” San praised, closing his eyes, gripping your hair, slowly thrusting himself into your open mouth, delighted by the lewd sounds of your moans and the squelching sounds coming from your throat. Once he felt Wooyoung’s fingers slide into his hair and grip it, San looked up, watching Wooyoung lift one leg up onto the edge of the bed, the younger man’s eyes full of hunger.

Finally getting your throat to relax completely, you simply continued to take San’s cock in your throat, having to blink the remaining tears away to see San clearly — though nothing could prepare you for the sight of Wooyoung guiding San’s head downwards, his twitching cock disappearing inside San’s willing mouth.

“Fuck, it feels so hot,” Wooyoung panted, a bit of drool leaving his plump lips, thrusting deeper until he entered San’s throat, the older man’s groans vibrating onto Wooyoung’s balls each time they touched his chin. “Daddy acts so big and bad all the time, but he just loves getting cock rammed down his throat, huh?”

Wooyoung knew him so well. That’s why he was his favorite, well, aside from the angel that was taking him to heaven with only her mouth. San reached up with his free hand to massage Wooyoung’s balls, guiding his mouth along the younger man’s cock himself, sucking him off like he was made for it, like he always did.

Letting go of San’s hair to touch his own body, shuddering at all the pleasure at his disposal, Wooyoung gazed down at you, watching you obediently take San’s cock, the man’s hand still wrapped up in your hair and tugging at it. “Look at you go. You look so pretty when your mouth’s stuffed with cock, angel. You’re gonna make my Daddy cum so hard for you, huh?”

Squeezing your thighs together around your hand that was playing with your dripping cunt, you nodded your head, swearing you were about to cum just from what was happening around you, knowing San was in a similar place from the way he started to involuntarily buck his hips up into your mouth.

“Don’t swallow and save some for me, baby, okay? Don’t be stingy,” Wooyoung reminded you in a strained, breathy voice, almost falling over from the way San gripped one side of his hips, a string of obscenities falling from his lips when the man forcefully drove his throbbing cock into his hot throat, about to see god herself when San’s throat began constricting around his length like a pussy would. “Fuck, gonna cum, Sannie.”

San pulled back, a few thick strings of saliva connecting his swollen lips to Wooyoung’s dripping tip, his hand closing around the base to jerk him off. “Cum on Sannie’s face, will you? Make a big fucking mess for me.”

Wooyoung whined and panted, San’s slick hand moving quickly along his length, trying not to choke on his spit and moans, barely able to stay upright, but thankfully San had a good grip on his hips.

San looked down at you, licking the saliva from his lips, pulling out just enough so that his thick cockhead rested on your tongue. “Are you going to take this load? Hmm? Want it?”

“Yes, fuck, Daddy, please give it to me,” you begged, panting heavily, your fingers about to slip out of you from how fast you were moving them.

“Oh god, here it comes, angel,” San groaned out, squeezing around the base of Wooyoung’s cock, making him let out a broken, high-pitched whine.

Your combined pleasure came rocketing up to an intense peak, sending the three of you into a mindnumbing state of ecstasy. Thick, hot spurts of liquid came raining down on San’s face, just as his load shot out onto your tongue and down your throat, your own release soaking into the velvet carpet underneath you.

Fading out of reality during the majority of your high, your ears ringing, it took you a minute to realize that someone’s mouth was on yours, their fingers cupping your face. Opening your glossy eyes, you watched in a daze as Wooyoung took his sweet time slurping San’s cum off of your tongue.

San gripped Wooyoung’s hair and brought his head back, parting his lips and allowing Wooyoung to shovel his own cum into his mouth, swallowing it down with a low, pleased groan.

Pleased with the sin that was taking place in front of you, you took it upon yourself to drag your tongue across San’s chiseled jaw to his cheek, collecting some of Wooyoung’s release into your mouth, only to press your lips to his, letting him taste himself. Wooyoung moaned into your mouth, deepening the kiss, until San pulled you away from each other.

“Haven’t had enough, you two?” San chuckled, running a hand through his sweaty hair.

“No~ Not after that,” you giggled, rubbing your cheek against San’s palm when he caressed it.

Wooyoung wrapped his arms around you, looking at San with a sweet smile, his long eyelashes fluttering. “Can we keep her, Daddy? I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Little wrinkles formed near San’s eyes once he smiled at you. “I suppose so.”

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˖first time. k.yeosang

Can you make a san version and Seongwha version pretty please. I'm not comfortable showing my name. But I'll give me initials TC

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𖥔 ͙ࣳ 𓂃 first time. c.san

summary- your and your boyfriend have sex for the first time.

warnings- protected sex,sweetbf!san, affection, kissing, hickeys, slight blood, overstimulation, squirting, first time, pet names(love,sweet girl, baby) (sannie), lmk what else 😇

authors note- this one might be better or worse than the yeosang one but make sure to read that one😘😘

your boyfriend has never rushed you into sex. always making sure to take his time with you and not making you feel pressured. you feeling more comfortable with him than anyone you know. now that you are thinking that you’re ready for sex. you decided to bring it up to him.

“sannie?” you call out to him before joining him in your shared bed. “yes love?” he looks at you happily. “are you tired?” you ask biting your lip nervously. he shakes his head. “only a little love. why whats up?” he shifts more of his attention to you.

“well.. i wanted to talk about you taking my virginity san…” he nods at you listening intensely. “i think i’m ready for you san. i want to have sex with you.” you say trying to sound as sure as possible. “oh really love?”

you nod at him quickly. “you wanted to do this tonight?” he asked not taking his eyes off you. “yes.. sannie i need you.” you say playing with his shirt slowly pulling it off him.

“a little eager?” he chuckles at you. “been thinking about you all day sannie.” you look away from him. a little shy about how openly needy you’re being.

“should’ve said something sooner hm?” he pulls your shirt off you. he slowly kisses down your chest and pulls your pants off you. “i would’ve taken care of my needy girl earlier love.” he smiles at you innocently. he starts softly sucking on your neck.

you moan out his name at the feeling. “touch me sannie..” you practically cry out. “mm of course love.” he pulls your panties to the side moving you so that you’re sitting on his lap now. you back against his chest as his hands rest on your thighs. “let me make sure you’re prepared okay love? it’s your first time and i don’t want to hurt you at all okay?” he smiles at you as he inserts his first finger into you. he kisses and sucks on your neck watching as you squirm under his touch. “look so pretty hm.” he says watching your mouth fall open as his finger hits you deeply. you moan quickly showing him you’re enjoying the feeling.

“san-please more i cant-“ he is watching you from the side in awe as he slides another finger into you. “you’re so wet already love.. i just started touching you.” he sucks on your neck roughly leaving marks.

“oh fuck.” his words immediately making you squirm again against him. “feel good sweet girl?” his voice and his words having you intoxicated as you nod quickly. he curls his fingers deeper into you. hitting your g-spot repeatedly. “s-sannie please fuck me.” you manage to mumble to words. “yea love? thats what you want ill give it to to you.” he smirks pulling his fingers out and putting them into his mouth.

“let me grab a condom okay sweet girl?” he shifts you to lay down on the bed as he grabs a condom out of his drawer.

you two bought some to have them ready for whenever you two needed them. “okay we’re gonna go slow okay?” he says as he pulls down his pants and his boxers letting his hard dick out. “i can take it sannie please.” you beg him sweetly.

“okay i believe you love but still just making sure you are comfortable okay?”

he moves in between your legs slightly lining up with you. you watch him as he slides the condom onto his dick. lining up with you as he gives your head a quick kiss. “you ready?” he asks you unclasping your bra and throwing it somewhere in the room.

“yes i’m ready sannie.” you smile at him. he pushes his dick into you slowly. his eyes going immediately to your face as it forms into a uncomfortable expression.

“tell me how you’re feeling love.” he says looking at where you two are now connected. “h-hurts a bit sannie.” he nods as he puts his head against yours not pushing in any further. “we’re going at your pace okay love? tell me when to move.” he rubs your cheek softly. “o-okay.” you try to adjust to san’s length.

“i t-think you can move sannie.” you say shutting your eyes. “you sure love?” he asks you again. “y-yea.” you say slightly tearing up. he pushes more of his dick into you. “s-shit.” he curses at how tight you feel around him. “sannie- you’re so b-big.” he groans bottoming out. “you-shit are you okay?” he asks you as he kisses your shoulder. “yea- it feels so full. sannie please fuck me!” you cry out to him.

“shit you sure?” he asks again making sure you’re completely okay before he moves. “yes sannie please..” you moan out his name feeling him slowly pull out before pushing back into you.

“fuckkk you’re so wet but still so fucking tight” he groans at the noises your cunt is making. “san oh my god! fuck.” your eyes are rolling back in your head. his dick fucking into you so softly but roughly.

“feel good?” he rests his hands next to your head as he slows his thrusts down waiting for your response. “so good sannie.” you manage to get out through your constant moans. he smiles speeding his hips up slowly. “sannie- i think im gonna cum.” you cry out for him as you feel his thumb move to rub your clit quickly. “yea? my sweet girl gonna cum for me?” he smirks at your bodies soft shaking. you cum hard on his dick.

your eyes closing quickly as your body shakes again. your mine goes blank as your squirt all over san’s chest. “shit love. you just squirted all over us hm? look at that pretty mess.” he smiles at you innocently speeding up his hips just a little. “sannie- i cant- feels too good.” you are completely fucked out under him. he is fucking you so good. you don’t even know how you came so quickly.

“yea? love i’m so close. you can take it for a little longer hm?” he asks you sweetly as his hips stutter. “san- i can- but i think im gonna cum a-again.”

the overstimulation being too good for you. “yea baby? let go my sweet girl.” san is now all sweaty and hot. he is focused on his orgasm and your sweet expressions. his legs slightly shake as he cums into the condom. the feeling of his hips hitting your g-spot a couple more times before you are squirting all over him again. “shit shit sannie-“ you are cut off with a sweet kiss from san. “yes fuck love. look at you.” he looks at you kissing your neck softly before pulling out of you.

you catch your breath a little bit before seeing a little bit of blood between your legs. “shit- san im bleeding a little.” you say sitting up quickly to go to the bathroom. “you okay? did i hurt you?”

you shake your head. “no no it’s okay san! im just a little scared that theres blood. “ he nods. “don’t worry sweet girl. im here to help with that okay? you want to take a shower or bath? ill take one with you. does that sound okay?” he asks pulling you into his arms before following you as you walk to the bathroom.

you tearing up a little bit now. “hey hey don’t cry okay? im so sorry baby.” he says kissing your cheek. “lets shower please sannie?” you ask him as he quickly turns on the water. “of course my love. come here.” he pulls you into the shower with him. he washes you body gently as he massages your back. “just rest okay baby? i got you.” he smiles at before going back to washing you off.

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blue-aconite · 2 years

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you said you’d grow old with me || b.b

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw had been in her life since she was 16 years old. Her rock, anchor in a bad storm, shoulder to cry on. Her best friend. It felt like they had known each other forever, two pieces of a puzzle. She could talk to him about everything.

Warnings: Terminal illness, angst, no happy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

Pairings: Bradley Bradshaw x f!reader

Authors Note: This is all thanks to @imjess-themess. Blame her. Thank you @imjess-themess @writercole for reading it over for me. I wrote this in less than three hours and I spent most of them crying.

Song; you said you’d grow old with me

She gets the call three weeks after her appointment. They’re quiet on the phone, asking her if this is a bad time, if she could come into the office to discuss the test results. A strange feeling settles in her gut but she cancels the coffee date she has with Bradley, telling him an emergency at work has come up. He texts her a sad emoji at first, and it brings a smile to her face.

Bradley had this stupid habit of answering most texts he got in emoji, forgoing the English language like a normal person. The rest of the squad found it annoying but she couldn’t help but to like it. It was just one of the many things she loved about him.

She’s in the car when her phone pings with another message. It’s Bradley again, asking if she wants to grab dinner instead. She doesn’t open the message, focusing on the traffic lights. The route to the hospital takes 30 minutes of her time, there’s little to no traffic at this time of the day.

The strange feeling from before has now turned to nausea, swirling in the pits of her stomach. She leans against the car, taking a deep breath. Adjusting her bag, she heads through the doors and signs in at the reception. Taking a seat in the waiting area, she unlocks the phone and swipes to look at her messages. Bradley has sent another text, asking if she rather wants takeout. Shooting a white lie, she tells him the situation at work is going to take a while and asks if they can postpone the whole thing altogether. His answer is blue heart and a rooster emoji. Stupid man.

Bradley Bradshaw had been in her life since she was 16 years old. Her rock, anchor in a bad storm, shoulder to cry on. Her best friend. It felt like they had known each other forever, two pieces of a puzzle. She could talk to him about everything.

She had supported him through it all, his dream to follow in his fathers footsteps, held his hand as he said goodbye to Carole, listened when he raged on and on about Maverick and their problems. Hugged him before every deployment, telling him to stay safe, to come back home. Back to her.

When he got called back to Top Gun, she was right by his side, pulling strings to relocate from her job, to be able to follow him back to San Diego. She had soothed him when he returned each evening, upset and angry and told him he was a great pilot and he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t. She had cried silently into his chest before they had left, praying to whatever higher power there was out there that Pete would pick someone else to be his wingman.

But he had been picked and she had been a wreck for the days he’d been gone. Radio silence for three days. She had paced, cried and gone through most emotions she was capable of. Bradley was gone, going into a mission with low survival chances and she had let him go without telling him that she loved him.

She never really knew when it had happened. Somewhere along being Bradley’s best friend, she had fallen in love with him. But telling him was out of the question. He had never shown any interest in her like that and she didn’t want her feelings to be the source of her losing her best friend. So she kept quiet.

Her name echoes through the waiting room and she's met with a kind smile, a nurse showing her the way to an office. When she steps inside she immediately notices the number of people in the room. Dr. Miller is there, a tight smile on his face, along with a man and woman she doesn’t recognise. The woman stands and extends her hand, introducing herself as Dr. Anne Thompson, resident psychologist. The hair on her neck stands, and she forces down the nausea once again. The man takes her hand in both of his, telling her he’s Father Simmons.

She knows what this means. If there was good news, they would have told her over the phone that everything was fine. But here she was. Called into the office, sitting across three people wearing the same sad, tight smile. Dr. Miller starts off, showing her the journal, explaining the test results. Thompson takes over when the medical part is done, asking if there is someone they should call, would she want to book an appointment and so on. It’s mostly white noise.

6 months.

Hands shaking, she asks if coming sooner would have made a difference and they shake their heads. There is nothing they can do. She makes an appointment with Thompson. She thanks them quietly and leaves the office. She doesn’t let the tears fall until she’s in the car.

Bradley. Her first thought is to call Bradley. To hear his voice, being wrapped in his arms, breathing him in. But she can’t. How can she tell him this? She hasn't even told him that she has been sick. Bradley had been busy a lot lately, with new trainees and new training schedules, making him and the rest of the Dagger Squad work longer hours.

When her symptoms had first started, she had hidden them away from him, and from herself. It wasn’t until she was retching over the toilet seat that she had called the hospital. And Bradley had been none the wiser.

She couldn’t tell him. How could she look him in the eye and tell him she was another person he was about to lose. She couldn’t hurt him like that. Had it been anyone else, it would have been different. But this was Bradley. Her best friend. The love of her life. No. He didn’t need to know.

6 months. She had six months to make sure he wouldn’t be alone when she was gone. It was the least she could do. She could make sure that he would be happy.

Bradley’s POV

5 months later

“Is Nat single?” The question catches him off guard. She’s seated next to him, sipping on lemon soda. He’s nursing a beer, left arm resting behind her on the back of the seat. Spluttering, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, turning to her.

“What? Why, uh, I don’t know. I think so, why?” She shrugs, eyes trailing after Natasha as she challenges Jake to another round of pool. Bob is seated at the side with Mickey, the two WSO’s heads close together, whispering to each other.

“You two would make a cute couple.” That catches him even more off guard.

“Me and Nat? Why would you even think about that? We’re friends. There’s nothing there.” He’s scrambling for words, his brain trying to figure out what the hell is going on. Why would you try and set him up with Nat of all people?

“It was just a thought. Don’t freak out.” She is smiling now, nuding him with her shoulder. Coughing, he slides closer to her, wrapping his arm around her.

“What is going on? Last week you tried to set me up with that barista.” And that’s not the only time. In the last months, you had made an effort to point out people you apparently thought would be dating material. He never took the bait, claiming he was happy as it was now, not being tied down and being able to focus on being an instructor at Top Gun.

“Is there a problem with me wanting to see my best friend find love?” There it is. Best friend. A title he has since the two of you were teenagers. Your best friend. How could he tell you that he didn’t want to date anyone but you? How could he say that he has been in love with you since he was eighteen years old, watching you dance under the fairy lights at prom. The words were always at the tip of his tongue, so close to slipping out. But there was always something holding him back. He didn’t want to ruin what you two already had. He could settle for being your best friend, as long as that meant he could keep you in his life.

She leans against him, eyes closed. He turns his head to press a kiss to the top of her head, breathing in her scent. Strawberries and vanilla. It smells like coming home. Maybe he should take a leap and tell her. Tell her about it all. How he’d give her the moon and the stars if she wanted him too. How he would turn in his wings if it meant that she would be his. How nothing really mattered if she wasn’t there by the end of the day when he came home. She was the one thing he always wanted to come home to.

“How about we go? You seem tired.” He speaks softly, lips still pressed against her hair. She nods slightly and he untangles his arm from around her, standing up. She gets up only to stumble, caching herself on the edge of the table. Moving around, he’s quick to grab her, concern written all over his face.

“Are you okay?” He searches her eyes and notices the bags under them. They’re darker than usual.

“I’m fine. I just got up too quickly.” She smiles, but it’s strained and it looks more like it’s something to reassure him, not genuine enough. He doesn’t want to argue, so he simply nods and guides her toward the exit. Keeping a hand on her, he waves at his squad, telling them he’ll see them tomorrow.

The ride home is quiet. Bradley keeps his eyes on the road, occasionally drifting over her, resting against the window, eyes closed. Something isn’t right. He can’t say what it is but it’s there. Thinking back, she’s been off for a while now. He had chalked it down to being stressed about work. He’d been pretty busy himself and hadn’t thought to ask. Now he wishes he had. She is hiding something from him.

By the time he reaches their shared place, she is fast asleep. Not wanting to wake her up, he gently lifts her from the seat, carrying her inside. She barely stirs, only shifts to press her face against his neck. He’s glad that she isn’t awake to feel the way his heart races.

Taking the stairs two steps at the time, he kicks the door open to her bedroom and places her on the bed. A soft whine leaves her as he lets her go and his breath gets caught in his throat. He spots a blanket thrown over the chair in the corner and makes sure she’s properly tucked in before removing her shoes. Leaning down, he presses a kiss to her forehead before leaving the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

He lets his mind wander as he gets ready for bed. He knows something is wrong and it hurts that she hasn’t told him. They tell each other everything. When had it changed?

Thinking back, he had noticed she had been awfully tired lately. She had often turned down going out with the rest of them, opting to stay home. She had cancelled more of their plans.

Tomorrow. Then he would sit her down, ask her what was wrong. And then he’d tell her. He would lay his heart out for her to handle. Give her every piece of him. All or nothing. Full throttle.

She’s on his mind as he drifts off to sleep, as always. She’s his first thought in the morning, his last before he falls asleep.

A loud noise wakes him from his slumber. It’s coming from down the hall. Another crash echoes through the house and he’s quick on his feet, rushing towards her bathroom.

Bradley has seen a lot. He has seen his mother collapsing to her knees, sobs wracking her body as Maverick told her Nick was gone. He had seen his dad’s coffin lowered into the ground, flag folded and Maverick punching his golden wings into the shiny casket.

He has seen the haunted look in Jake’s eyes when he finally broke down after the mission. How the man had cried and cried about the lives he had taken, how it haunted him everyday.

Nothing prepares him for the sight of her on the bathroom floor. Products clattered across the tile, hair spilling over her face. He calls her name once, twice. She doesn’t respond. He kneels on shaky legs, reaching for her pulse point with two fingers. His heart is beating so hard, trying to claw its way out of his rib cage. Everything is spinning and he tries to focus on finding a pulse.

After what feels like forever he finds it, but it’s weak. Too weak. Standing up, he rushes back into his bedroom to fumble for his phone.

He doesn’t know how long it takes for the ambulance to arrive. All he knows is how limp she is in his arms, how weak she looks.

He’s downstairs with her in his arms as the ambulance crew arrive, standing back as they load her into the van. He doesn’t go with them. He watches them leave before leaning over and emptying his stomach on the driveway. He’s on his knees, a ringing in his ears. He heaves until there is nothing left.

He gotta call someone. He can’t drive like this. He doesn’t know what time it is, but it doesn’t matter. The dials Pete’s number, managing to tell him between sobs what’s happened. Pete tells him to stay put and that he’s on his way. He’ll call the rest of the squad.

Bradley numbly manages to get back inside. He’s in his boxers, feet aching from the cold. He throws on the first article of clothing he can find before heading back downstairs. Pete is in the driveway, panic dancing in his eyes as he takes in Bradley’s state.

The ride to the hospital goes by in a blur. Pete helps him from the car, keeping a tight grip on arm as they navigate the hallways. It’s oddly comforting. They end up in a waiting area, settling down in the uncomfortable plastic chairs. Someone says a doctor will speak with them soon.

Pete tries to talk to him but Bradley can’t say anything. How could this happen? How had he missed whatever this was? His mind is racing and the room spins. He can hear someone telling him the breath, a hand on his neck, squeezing gently. He tries to draw in a breath but his lungs burn.

He looks up and Penny is there, eyes red and hair frazzled. Pete is gripping his neck, telling him to match his breathing. He does his best.

Eventually he calms down. The doctor rounds the corner and asks if they’re family. Pete nods and the doctor gestures down the hall. Bradley follows numbly along. They settle in an office. Panic claws at his chest as he listens to the man in the white coat.

Terminal. Unfortunately nothing that could be done. She’s known for a while.

The last part breaks him. She’s known for a while. She’s been sick for months and hasn’t bothered to tell him. Everything makes sense now. He wish that it didn’t. He wish he’s gonna wake up any minute now and it’s all a terrible dream. But he doesn’t.

Instead he’s led to a room. He knows she’s inside. He hovers, hands shoved in the pockets of his sweatpants. What is he even going to say? He’s angry, he’s heartbroken and he’s running out of time.

She’s awake when he steps into the room. He takes a look at her, a real look. She looks sick. Tired. She doesn’t acknowledge him as he moves closer to the bed, his anger melting away when he sees the tears on her face.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice breaks as he sits down. He reaches for her hand.

“I didn’t know how. How could I tell you? I didn’t want to cause you pain.”

“Pain? What do you think I’m feeling right now? Do you think I’m happy? Huh?” He isn’t angry, he’s just tired.

“Bradley, I’m sorry. I just.. I don't know what I thought.” She’s crying and he can feel the tears on his face. Reaching over, he grabs her hand, holding on tightly.

“Is this why you’ve been trying to set me up?” The question burns on his tongue.

“Partly. I didn’t want you to be lonely when I was gone. I thought that if I found someone for you, it would be easier. You’ve already lost so much.” His breaks all over again, for her, for him.

“I don’t want someone. I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” He’s speaking before he realises what he’s saying. It falls from his lips before he can’t process it. But there’s no turning back now.

“I love you. I’ve been in love with you since we were eighteen years old. Since I saw you at prom, dancing under the lights. When you held my hand and said that we’d always be together and that we would grow old together. There hasn’t been a moment since then that I haven’t loved you.” He tries but his voice breaks at the end. But he keeps eye contact, refusing to let her hide away. He needed her to understand that he was serious.

“Brad.. I don’t know what to say. Why haven’t you said anything?”

“You’ve never shown that you might feel the same. You’re my best friend and I didn’t want to lose that.” His gut is clenching, heart beating against his rib cage.

“I wish you would have told me. Because then I could have said it back.” His head whips up so fast he’s about to get a whiplash, eyes wide.

“Are you saying what I think you are?”

“I love you Bradley. I don’t know when it happened but I do.” He should be smiling. So should she. It should be a happy moment, after years of waiting. But it’s not. It’s sad, broken and the guilt is threatening to swallow him whole.

“We could have had months. Years even. I could have had you.” He’s speaking mostly to himself at this point, tears streaming down his face. Had he been braver, had he told her sooner, they could have been together. They could have had time. Now they’ve got anything but time.

She’s crying as well, apologies falling from her lips, like a silent prayer. Pressing his forehead against hers, Bradley squeezes her hand.

“Don’t apologise. We have right now. We’ll start there.” He presses his lips against her before she can say anything else.

Kissing her has been a dream of his for a long time. He had imagined it in a hundred different ways. But never the way it was happening right now.

They had this moment, they had right now. But it wasn’t enough and it would never be enough. Time was running out.

He breathes her in, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth. He doesn’t let go of her hand as he settles back in the chair.

“Rest. I’m right here. And I’ll be here when you wake up. We’ll be okay.” It’s a lie and he knows it as well as she knows it. But for now it brings a comfort he so desperately needs.

He holds her hand as he watches her fall asleep. He plays with her fingers gently as the rain smatters against the window. The events of the night are catching up with him and Bradley leans back to get more comfortable. Never letting go of her hand. Watching the slow rise of her chest as she breathes shallowly. He thinks of her, as usual, when sleep claims him.

When Bradley wakes, the room is bathed in a soft yellow. It’s soothing, relaxing.

But her hand is cold in his and the only sound in the room is his own breathing.

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#rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick fic #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun maverick #top gun: maverick #fe writes

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hey there author its me again the one who requested the loveless marriage and I want you to thank you for that i love it! And how cute you write triton and poseidon😊😊😊

Also i would like to request again if that's ok of course! How about a part 2 of this where the reader is pregnant and gave birth to a daughter. I imagine that poseidon and his son triton will be very overprotective in readers pregnancy and its still the same when the reader gave birth but this time this little princess manage to wrap both her father and brother in her little finger that's make them love her more and very overprotective.

That's all author-san and have a good day!

-It had been three years since Triton came of age and two years since your ‘loveless marriage’ became love filled.

-Poseidon couldn’t bear to lose you, so he swallowed his pride, for you, and courted you and loved you like you should be loved and he never looked back, as he had never been happier with someone else other than his son.

-Your kingdom adored seeing Poseidon acting soft, but only around you, to everyone else, it was business as usual, cold stares, barely speaking, and commanding respect, but to see him so soft with you, their admiration for him could only grow.

-When the news was announced that you were pregnant, Poseidon’s brain flat lined, like he couldn’t process what you had said. It was nothing like this when Amphitrite announced that she was pregnant.

-He wasn’t the only shocked one however, you had both heard a distant rumbling that was quickly drawing closer, a nonstop yell coming from whoever was approaching.

-Triton ran in, inhaled deeply before he swept you up, spinning you around with such ease, yelling out in glee some more.

-You had quickly dissolved into giggles, even more so when Triton started to cry, so happy that he was going to be a big brother.

-Your pregnancy had both ups and downs, your morning sickness had been brutal at first, but then it calmed, being replaced by cravings of fruit all the time, and you seemed to radiate elegance as you walked around, even when you were at your roundest, you were so stunning.

-Both Poseidon and Triton had become quite territorial and very protective over you, even with your own family, glaring at your father when he patted your swollen belly, and they deemed nobody worthy enough to guard you and your unborn child, choosing to do it themselves.

-You had to worry when you gave birth, Triton had been there to hold your hand but had passed out from excitement about ten minutes in, and was out for the whole six hours of your labor.

-Poseidon didn’t fare much better, he made it to when you were birthing your child and promptly fainted, leaving you and the midwife to handle things yourselves.

-When you realized you had a daughter, you couldn’t help but grin, knowing that she was going to have both her big brother and her papa wrapped around her finger in an instant.

-You teased your son and husband about fainting, leaving you to do all the hard work yourself, which they were both embarrassed about and pouted at you for.

-However, when the mid-wife returned, holding your now clean daughter, swaddled carefully, they were both starry eyed, staring wide-eyed at the little princess as you held her close.

-You knew you had been right when, at only two days old, both Poseidon and Triton were head over heels in love with the little princess, given the name Lapis, completely abandoning their duties to be with her, and you of course as you were still recovering.

-If you thought they were protective and territorial over you while you were pregnant, that was nothing compared to how they acted with little Lapis, everyone and anyone who came close was deemed a threat, except for you of course.

-If she sneezed, the castle was on lockdown as it got deep cleaned to prevent any illnesses from getting in, when Lapis rolled over for the first time, you had to stop both Poseidon and Triton from declaring it a national holiday. They cried when she cried when she was teething, they were the perfect father and elder brother for Lapis and you couldn’t be happier, seeing them dote on her.

-Poseidon doted on you even more, constantly thanking you for everything, raising Triton, giving him a daughter, and loving him so truly, so purely.

-He could never repay you for everything that you had done for him, but he could shower you in as much love as he could give you, and for you, that’s all you really wanted.

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baby-xemnas · 4 months

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BABYXEMNAAAAAAASSS YOUVE DONE IT AGAAAAIIIIINNNN now im thinking about early pre-sex lawbepo where law is Forever Changed after getting a touch of paw beans. bepos palms are warm and somehow soft and rough at the same time and squish just a little when u squeeze them and law Cant stop thinking about it. hes.. beginning to have Wicked thoughts about it. bepo blushed so cutely when law rubbed his paws.. he wants to know what bepos paws feel like.. elsewhere.. so he breaks and hes like ok its just my curiosity thats all. its fine. ill satisfy my questions. and then ill be fine. so he says Ah Bepo , Looks like you may have a knotted muscle in your hand i should check it. and bepo bless his heart says wow!!! captain is so good at being a doctor i didnt even notice my hand was hurt. here you go!!! :3 no hesitation no nothing but complete blind trust. law feels a little guilty but then he has bepos hand in his now and he no longer has any morals just bepo . he strokes the texture and when he gently presses his fingers into his pawpad bepo squeaks just a little bit and as law massages both thumbs into bepos palm he whimpers... law becomes evil right then and there .hes decided its so fucking over. hes going to hell and he is running for it full fucking speed. bepos flushed going nn captain.. w..wait.. it feels.. and law says does it not feel good, bepo? Bepo Is Powerless. W WAIT YES it feels good!!!!!!! law says hmm. <disappointed> ill stop then. NO!!! NO YOU DONT HAVE TO...you can..keep going.... making bepo beg a little even when hes sooooooo embarassed because captain asked to rub his hands!!! hes doing something nice for bepo so its the least he could do to let him .... law asked..and hes staring at bepo so intently and his hands are so warm and its LAW so its ok..if law says its ok..right... law doesnt stop until bepo is sweating and whining and shaking in his chair and laws essentially just fingering both hands across the table. bepo has never ever been touched like this before in his life and did not know his hands coukd do that and hes tearing up a little bit because he feels so so warm his heart is beating so fast his fur is standing on end and then law (so lost in the bear sauce) does the unthinkable. he lifts bepos palm to his mouth and Bites it. and bepo MOANS out loud. its this high pitched shocked whiny cry out of laws best/guiltiest dreams and then it is dead fucking silent. both of them stare at each other in the most painfully erect alarm as it sinks in . what hapoens next is up 2 u...........

LOVE THIS WITH ALL MY HEART THANK YOU

law cant be normal ever, every part of bepo is too lovely and his reactions are so cute ..

im laughing "wow captain is such a good doctor i didnt even know i was hurt" 🤣🤣🤣 bepo dear angel you have such high opinion of him (this will not change even after many proofs that law is weird and sus)

bepo getting so overwhelmed...getting touched by law san like this!!! being his single focus!!! i love when he feels bashful that he's reacting so strongly even tho its law who starts it every time and is so much weirder

god please law would say something completely idiotic like "they look like pink dango" its stupidity falls on deaf ears because bepo nearly came in his pants after the massage and THAT he's just huh?////..um//// he is so embarrassed that he is falling apart like this!!! over something so little...captain didnt mean it that way!!! he is being so caring and kind and good!!! 😭😭😭😭 he is so ashamed. dear captain please forgive him for being a pervert! he didn't mean to moan like that 💀

#anonymous #talk tag #but its not mine #lawbepo #beautiful #beautiful gift for me #sorry took awhile to respond i was busy today #i love this sm

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abbythewritor · 8 months

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"Fairness" One Piece x Saitama reader, Ten.

"Just a Normal girl looking for an everyday life. At least, if you call sailing across the seas with idiots with useless dreams a simple task, then you might wanna see a doctor. Seriously."

Warnings: Blood, gore, mentions of Luekimia, and heaps amount of blood and strength. It might be a little cursing, but not bad, and maybe some flirting in there, but it's mostly clean.

Other things:

-You didn't get bald due to your powers; you got bald to an extreme illness.

-You part of the straw hat crew, but others are interested in you and your power.

-Everyone that is a male is taller than you.

-Monsters from the OPM world will appear in One Piece, and I'll make some new monsters you will fight.

Warning: It will be a long chapter today. :)

Enjoy the tenth chapter everyone! :)

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"I've never expected you to be this strong... Cutie!!"

An explosion, after your Haki was formed, as a Tunnel of fire was formed.

Your Haki was able to break Ace's chains, as he was now free, smiling, holding onto your waist.

"You are also stubborn, I guess I'm not surprised since you've been with my brother most of the day!" As he gripped your waist more, he picked you up in his arms, bridal style, before zooming off the platform, going through the tunnel of fire as we heard cheers from the pirates below, shocked faces of Whitebeard, Admrials, and Warlords were shown as Ivankov was crying. "S-She's something else!!" she sobbed, as Luffy was awake slightly, smiling, as some tears strolled down his face. "A-Ace...." he spoke, finally relieved that he was free, as the blonde boy that was with Koby screamed with disbelief. "AHH! THAT IDIOT GIRL DID IT! SHE FREED ACE!!" Koby was smiling, himself now knowing who I truly was, as I was super cool in his eyes as he didn't say anything.

The marines below were getting ready to fire their cannons at us, as he looked at me. "Y/n, we must stay alert, we need to split up for now!" I nodded, as he let go of me, as we both harshly looked at the marines.

Clenching my fist, I pulled my arm back. "NORMAL PUNCH SPREAD!" I slammed the ground, causing many of them to scatter, as Ace pulled off his own move. "FIRE PILLAR!!" Fire shot down from his hands, creating a copy of a pillar, as from the bottom, the fire spread, burning many marines also.

I was surprised by this, his power was as strong as when you landed and looked at him kneeling on the ground, his breaths heavy, your heart raced, as the once clear air was now orange, and smokey, bringing an effect to him that made Ace more incredible.

As our silouhettes shined in the Amber light, the marines pointed more of their guns to us, telling them to not let us get away.

"Y/N-SAN! ACE-SAN!" Jimbei yelled, a smile onto his face as Whitebeard grinned as well. "Don't forget! Fire Fist Ace is a fire--Logia type!" Marines spoke, as Ace looked to me. "Let me be honest cutie. I never thought when I was locked in that cell with you you'd be the one to rescue me, or would I'd thought one day I'd meet a girl like you. Your storng, intelegent, and to think you came her with my brother while taming him, it's rather attractive..." My heart raced while looking at him as he grabbed my hands. "Sorry if this sounds cheesy, but I guess fate has brought us here for a reason, and now, I have an urdge to survive this...with you...Thank you...cutie." My eyes widened, a feeling in my heart came that has never happened beofore, in a long time as I felt this way when I first met Saitama, as I am reliving those moments when I was on wires again.

Both of us were lost in thought, not caring that the war was still going on, as our eyes were just locked with each other, having a moment of thanks with no words, but just by looking at each other. Smirking, he gently touched my bald head. "What's with your bald head? Did my fire do that or something?" I snorted, looking away. "No Ace, your fire didn't do it...I've been bald my whole life..." "I know." My eyes widened. "Y-You knew?" His smirk widened. "It's pretty obvious, Cutie, it's not like I've never seen wigs before, besides, I felt like you had more H/c hair, than what your wig looked like." I chuckled lightly. "You guessed right....do you want a reward?" He laughed. "Oh? A reward from you? How could I resist? Once we get out of here, cutie....i'd love to take you out sometime...how does that sound?" My heart beated. "L-Like a date?" He snickered. "Sure, or we can hang out as friends at first, i'd love to get to know you cutie, and what you like to do in your daily life-"

"DON'T LET THOSE TWO GET AWAY! THIS IS YOUR EXECUTION PLATFORM!" Sighing, both of us looked to more marines surrounding us, all of them having gune.

Smirking again, he just looked to me. "We'll discuss the details later, let's focus on getting out of here." Nodding, I smiled as me and him got in stance, as they started firing their guns.

The bullets didn't effect me, as they bounced off of me, as the bullets just went through body, which turned into flames, as the marines eyes widened, shocked.

Smriking, I bolted, as he just stood their to watch for a second, as two were about ot shoot me again, until my hands grabbed their guns, twisting their arms, breaking it while they screamed as they were tossed away.

Ducking from a sword, I karate chopped a marines neck, nocking him out before moving to the left, kcikign a stumbling marine in the back, lauching him into others as they stumbled like bowling pins.

Quickly turned, I backed away, doging and blocking multiple punches, as a grabbed the mans fist with my hands, chuckling. "Are you ready?" The marin was confused before I tossed him away, Ace burning him above in the air as he screamed with pain, as I punched another one in the gut, making the poor guy explode.

As his guts dropped to the floor, his partners face turned green, as he looked like he was about to vomit, as Ace brought his arms back ,his fist lighting on fire as he was about to slam it on the ground. "FIRE FIST!!" He yelled, slamming his knuckles onto the concrete, burning around 50-100 in front, clearing a more admitted path for us to go through.

As we continued forwards, fighting off m arines, dodging bullets, and punches, as we looked unstoppable.

Some of the whitebeard pirates smirked while watching us, as a man with a large black mustache smirked. "They are unstoppabletogether, never expected this to happen..." A little elf nodded with agreement as he turned. "MAKE A PATH FOR THEM EVERYONE!!!" Pirates yelled with agreement, as Marines wouldn't let ut go without a fight, as we powered through some more, pulling off insane combos and moves.

As bodies of marines showered down like rain, both of us breathed heavily as I turned to him, smirking.

"Your storng, Ace-san, makes me want to surpass you with Luffy." He chuckled. "Hah! Well, I don't mind bieng surpassed by you in the future cutie, your quite strong yourself...tell me hows my brother?" I frowned from his comment. "He's with your ship doctors." His eyes widened. "What happened-" "Some of the vice admirals got to him, nto your grandpa, but...others...he used a lot of his energy..." Ace looked to the floor, his fists clenching... "Luffy...you idiot...." I watched Ace with silence, as he looked up again. "Well, I now know he's in good hands..." He started to smirk again. "When we get out of here, someday in the future I'll make sure to remember to give him a good scolding...yet I should thank him ...without his help..." He went silent, as I smiled, about to say something to him until the air Suddenly felt cold.

Both of us stopped, Ace's teeth gritted as Admiral Aokiji was in front of us, as Ace's arm held out in front of me, as me and the Marine locked eyes. "Cutie, let me protect you, it's the least I can do." My brows furrowed from his comment as Aokiji simply looked to us. "Someday? There's no tomorrow for both of you.." He spoke, his hands going into his pockets. "You think you can escape?" He asked, as my teeth gritted before the Marine held out his hand, ice forming onto it, which made Ace grin with excitement. "Back up, cutie." I paused, looking at him. "But-" He looked at me. "Trust me..." Fire formed onto him, as my heart race, I knew he was strong, and strong against this Admiral as I nodded, turning and running the other way.

Soon enough, more Ice formed on Aokiji, as a pheasent formed, heading to Ace, while more fire came from the boy, heading to the Admiral, as the two clash, flinging upwards to create a powerful blast and energy to surround the area.

My eyes widened with shock, as the two stared intently at each other, as the Ice of Aokiji was vaporized which made since because of the rule of science.

I smiled, as many others on the battlefield were impressed,as Mister three's face was lit up. "Fire fist Ace...is cool..." Buggy Zoomed to him. "STOP BEING IMPRESSED YOU WAX HEAD!!" He snapped. "S-Sorry, but he is. With Y/n and him fighting together, they're almost unstoppable!"

Buggy didn't like his backup answer, as him and mister three agured, while Ace and you continued to fight off marines, until whitebeard spoke up.

"WHITEBEARD PIRATES!!! LISTEN UP!!! I, AS YOUR CAPTAIN WILL GIVE YOU ONE LAST ORDER!!!!" Me and Ace paused, turning to whitebeard as my eyebrows furrowed, Ae's teeth gritting. "P-Pops!" 'All of you and I will split up from here! Everyone, survive at any costand get back to the New World safely!" He yelled, shocking everyone apart of his crew, even you, as one of his allies spoke up. "P-Pops! Are you planning to die here-" Whitebeard stomped the ground, getting in stance. "I'm a remnant from the old times! There is no ship that can bear me in the new era!" His muscles flexed, creating the same light crack in the air as before, as it spread quickly, as the waves began to run wild. "GO, YOU GUYS!!" My heard broke, as I could barely stand due to the large amount of rumbling. I heard Ace grit his teeth with sadness and annoyance, as he saw me stumbling making him grab my waist and cary me again, as I struggled against his arms, making him let go as I bolted to whitebeard, his eyes widening. "C-Cutie!!"

Trying my best to dodge rubble, waves, or anything that could knock me down, whitebeard saw me run to him, as slight tears were escaping my eyes, this shocked him.

As I got close to him, my tiny arms wrapped around his giant leg, as it shcoked his crew, everyone in the war, and him.

Eyebrows raised, his body slightly tensed, but, his heart slightly felt remorse as he saw my shaky breaths, my back shakingly heaved up and down.

From the first moment he saw me, he knew I was storng, and justa rookie, but, once he saw me fight, with my emotions, and glanced at my personality, he saw me not just as a rookie, but a kind, experienced girl, who just wants what's best for other people, not myself.

And he's exactly right, as the way he felt me grip his pant leg, the way he saw tears flooding from my eyes, he knew that he mattered to me, even if I never truly knew him at all, he was like family already to me.

"Brat..." I didn't look up. "We knew how this was going to end. There is no war, that doesn't come with tragidy....." I shook more. "You want fairness for everyone, the weak, the low ranked, the high ranked, even the rich and the poor...but let me tell you something brat...life doesn't always work that way. There's always a point in life where a journy comes to an end...and for me...to be able to take down the marines, to save Ace with my own life...that's a ending to my era..." I didn't like his words, but I knew they were true...I knew something had to be done, I knew someone had to stop the marines...which is why I accepted it...as I look up to him, my eyes are red and puffy.

But instead of speaking to him...I grabbed one of his large hands, and prayed for him, pray that his death won't be forgotten, and that his legacy will be strong and he will be in a better place.

As Marines and other pirates were confused on what I was doing, Garp ordered everyone to stop what they were doing, as out of respect as everyone in the battlefield was silent.

But, even thought Garp ordered a pause on the matter, Admiral Akainu saw this opportounity to Kill Luffy, who was laying to rest.

Ace saw this, as his eyes widened. "Luffy!!!" He yelled, bolting, as I finished praying, looking that way, as Ace got in fornt of Luffy, as Akainu was about to Kill Ace with his devil fruit.

Qucikly acting, I used my speed to try to get to him in time, Ace's back faced Away from the Admiral, to Luffy as he closed his eyes waiting for death to come, until I stepped in front of him, Akainu's lava fist hitting against my skin as I let out a scream of pain, but his fist didn't go thorugh, it just bruned my skin rather badly, as blood escaped my mouth.

Ace heard my screams from behind him, as his eyes widened with fear, Luffy's did as well.

Crocodile, Buggy, Mister three, Mihawk, Mister one, Jimbei, Ivankov, Aokiji, Smoker, Tashigi, Koby, Marco, Doflamingo, Kizaru, and Whitebeard all looked my way, their faces mixed with shock, fear, and anger, as I was protecting Ace, taking the pain from him.

Both him and Luffy couldn't belive this, as Akainu pulled away with a satisfied 'hmm' as I was about to fall to the floor, before Ace and Luffy ran to me, taking me into their arms. "Y/N-SAN/CUTIE!!!" They screamed, my eyes closing as I was passing out, not caring that Akainu was attacking again, until his fist was stopped by Jinbe, as his water and his lava clashed, both Haki's going crazy.

But as he let go, Marco and the large mustache man attack the admiral quickly Marco out of rage as they got a hit on him, but his skin was turned to lava. "How annoying." He simply spoke. "Can you two see it's too late to save the girl? Look?" Both of them looked to me, laying in Luffy and Ace's arms, as a large burn was on my back, my wound from mihawk broke open, as blood spilled down my side, to my hip.

Their eyes widened, as Ace could still feel a pulse, as Luffy's eyes were lined with fear. "O-Oi...Y-Y/n-san...y-you need t-to get treated-" He paused when I coughed, more blood escaping my mouth as Ace's teeth gritted. "Cutie! Stop struggling! We'll get you out of here! Why did you do this?! It was supposed to be me who was in your position, so why did you have to act like an idiot-" "S-S-S-Stop i-i-it..." I brokenly spoke, my tired eyes looking to him. "A-A hero....d-doesn't l-live k-knowing that s-someone else d-dies....a-a h-hero d-dies knowing a person is s-saved...and well." Ace's teeth gritted. "Don't say that! Your not dying! We'll take you to a doctor! You'll be fine!" I chuckled, then coughed up more blood. "I have faith.....don't..." I started to feel even more tired, as more of my weight leaned more on Luffy, as my eyes closed more. "Worry..."

And with that...all I saw was black....as I heard the screams and cries of the two brothers...who was fearful I might die.

"Y/N-SAN!!"

"CUTIE!!!"

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The war was over.

Shanks stopped the war.

Whitebeard died from Blackbeard, who stole his devil fruit.

And Fire Fist Ace, was Alive...but broken without his captain, and me by his side.

I was taken by a new group of pirates, who's captain seemed to be a doctor.

Ace and Luffy went on the ship with me, not leaving my side as Jimbei was injured as well, as he needed to get treated.

The crew of the doctor prepped us for a major surgery, as the man who was quite handsome, with tattooes, black hiar and sideburns was putting on gloves, his eyes glued to me as he could tell I just didn't have burns on my chest, their were internal injuries as well, even for jimbei.

So, the man went to work, doing everything he can to fix any internal injuries on me, and my wound from Mihawk, as there was more wrong than the fragments Marco had gotten out.

As Ace and Luffy where helplessly waiting for the operation to be done, the submarine shook, causing the two to be alert as Ace and him looked out a peaking hold, watching as the sea turned into ice.

"Shit!" Ace grumbled, turning to Luffy. "Hang on!" Both of them hanged onto something, as the submarine changed courses, Sinking lower to try and escape the ice. It was successful, as everything thought things were calming down, until the ship rattled again, as Kizaru send multiple shots with his devil fruit to the submarine, which is impressive, since the Submarine is far away.

But, the person steering the ship was smarter, as he was able to go lower and lower avoiding the attacks with ease, as Shanks and everyone still at Marineford.

Once things have died down, the world knew the war was over, as the marines anounced they won, even though they were the one's who failed to kill Ace, but saw Whitebeards death, who was killed by blackbeard as their victory.

For a couple of hours, once the submarine was in a safe distance, it came up from the water, as on the deck, the walking polar bear came out happy, feeling the cool air hitting his furr with a bright smile.

"It's so refreshing! How nice it is outside!" He spoke, as Ace and Luffy came out as well.

But, to their demise, their was a Navy ship beside the submarine, as the empress Boa Hancock jumped down from it. "Luffy!" She yelled, hugging him instantly. "I'm so glad your ok!" she spoke happily, as Ace's eyes widened with pure shock, as did the pirates and Polarbear.

"HOW DID YOU FIND US HERE?!" Snapped the polarbear as Hancock still hugged Luffy. "WE THOUGHT THE NAVY FOLLOWED US HERE!" She let go of Luffy, as she pointed to her snake. "I apolagize, I made Salome follow you underwater." "I see!" "Don't change the subject furry beast!" "The Polar bear slumped. "So mean.." "SO WEAK!" His crewmates yelled, as Boa continued. "How's Jimbei, and the girl? Will they recover-" She was paused when the doors opened, as the captain of the Heart Pirates, Trafalgar Law came out with a blank face, whiping his hands. "I did everything I could." One of her eyebrows rose. "So, they're alive?" He sighed. "We were able to stabalize btoh of them, However...the girl took greater damager than you think. With the sword slash on her side, and internal injuries, as well as the massvie amounts of cuts, bruises and burns, there is no garantee that she will survive yet." Luffy and Ace's heart broke from his truthfull words, as both of them looked to the ground, anger and sadness travelling through their bodies.

"IT'S NO WONDER!!" A new, familiar voice spoke, as they looked on the marine ship to see Ivankov and her crew. "Y/n-girl didn't back down when trying to Save you Ace-boy!" The Heart pirates were confused when looking to Ivankov, as their heads tilted. "Who are they?" Luffy smiled. "That's Ivan-chan! She helped me and Y/n rescue you Ace!" He confessed, as Ace put a hand to his hips. "I see. Well, I'm greatful." Boa scoffed, crossing her arms. "They have snuck on the ship.." Ivankov jumped, landed on the ship in front of everyone. "I can't belive she pushed herself that hard! With the amount of strength she had, and with how much she could withstand, I'd never thought she'd ever get hurt like this! That's how much she wanted to help you Straw boy, and Ace boy!" Both of their hearts raced, knowin gthe full situation of your kindness, as Ace looked away, his brows furrowing.

"But, when Whitebeard died in front of her eyes....that's when she truly knew the world wasn't fair to people like us. DAMN IT! THE WORLD DOESN'T HAVE JUSTICE! IT PISSES ME OFF!"

Boa hancock felt remorse for me, even though she hasn't met me, as she thought of me as a same species, a strong woman. "It is sad that I never got to meet this girl...she has truly earned my respect." She spoke, looking away. "Everyone on that battlefield wished that was us taking her place."

Ivankov crossed her arms. "Indeed, with how the warlords, marines, and pirates alike watching her fight, and how kind she was, there was no doubt Y/n-san had gathered a unique audience to her! Even with her bald head!" The polar bear looked to Ivankov. "Oh! I've been wondering why she was bald....it's weird to see a human girl with no hair-NOT THAT IT'S A BAD THING OF COURSE-" "She's bald for a reason, which wasn't her fault.." everyone paused, and turned to the deep male voice, as Crocodile was on the ship, as Ace, Luffy, and Laws crew got in stance, as he just sighed with annoyance. "Stop your defense crap I'm not here to hurt nobody....that will come later until I know Y/n is alive...not that I care for her anyway..." Law's head titled. "Y/n?" Crocodile glared to him. "That's the girls name..." "Ah, I see."

Crocodile looked to everyone. "It's not my place to tell you this, but since she probably won't wake up for a while...I guess you need to know what she told me...and Mugiwara...Y/n isn't from this 'world.'"

Everyone's eyes widened, except Luffy. "R-REALLY?! THAT'S MADNESS!" Ivankov spoke, as Ace nodded. "Yeah! What makes you say she told you-"

"If you've seen her powers, their like nothing the world has ever seen, extreme strength, incredible speed, powerful enough to take down a giant with one punch, you all saw it yourselves, the way she fought Hawkeye without hesitation, splitting the sea when almost punchin a marine, how she fought three admirals by herself, you'd see she's not like any devil fruit user, plus, she told me back at Impel down she didn't know what a Devilfruit is..." Law put a finger to his chin. "Your words seem belivable...I'm guessing you escaped with her correct, all of you?"

Luffy nodded. "Yeah, she was a great help. But, she told me much more than from being a different world, she told me her powers were transfered to her by another person." "R-REALLY?!" everyone except Law, Crocodile, and Luffy yelled, as he nodded. "Yeah, by a name of Saitama, who is basically a hero to her."

Ivankov. "So, a man named Saitama, who is also from a different world, gave Abby-girl her powers. It all makes since of why she never heard of a Devil fruit before. But, Why did he do that?" Luffy looked to the ground. "He saw potential and how brave she was, she had a sickness." Everyone paused, brows furrowing. "A sickness?" Ace repeated. "What kind of Sickness Luffy?" Luffy stayed silent for a bit, still looking to the ground. "She told me when she was little, she wanted a life full of fun and Adventure, that is until she got sick, with a disease called luekemia.."

Law's eyes widened. "L-Luekemia! You mean she had a type of Cancer?! That makes much more since...."

Ace's head tilted. "C-Cancer? What is that?" Ivankov sighed. "It is a form of sickeness that is rising in our world, that already exists in her world, it can easily kill a human wihtout the propper treatment, as Luekemia is only active to young children, which Abby-girl sadly faced. I see why this Saitama-man gave her his powers, he saw a warrior behind those eyes. Tell me, Luffy, was she alone during this Cancer phase?" Luffy looked away. "Yes. She also told me, her parents were killed by monsters from her world..." The deck went silent again, as Hancock put a hand over her mouth. "Poor thing...s-so she was fighting alone..."

"Until that man showed up.." Ace finished, as the deck went silent again.

But, the silence was broken when Pirates were scolding for someone to get rest, as Jimbei came out brokenly, looking straight at Law.

"Jimbei!" Ivankov yelled, as the fishmans eyes glared right at Law. "You're Trafalgar Law from the North Blue, aren't you?" Law simply nodded, as Ivankov put her hands to her hips. "Hey, is it ok for you to move around like that" Jimbei ignored her question, as he was still looking at law. "Thank you!" He spoke, then continued. "You saved my life.." He bowed with respect. "You must rest. It could kill you." Law blankly spoke, his arms crossed as Jimbei shook his head. "I can't ease my mind...not when Y/n is fighting for survival...it's impossible!" He contineud. "What she and Ace has lossed was too important to them both, that is why I know that Abby-san must be going through far worse! At least, her instinct, her faith forced her to lose consiousness at that time. Even if she survives...." Tears start to form in his eyes. "I can't stop worrying about the moment when she wakes up." His words struck everyone's hearts, even Crocodiles, as he understood that seeing whitebeard, who aided me died in front of my eyes would effect me someway, as he looked to the ground, his teeth gritted, as Ace's fist clenched, feeling the same way as Jimbei did.

But, as the silence went on, Boa looked to the polar bear. "You, Fuzzy beast, do you have a transponder snail?" Her question made the bear fix his posture. "Yeah..I mean...yes, ma'am! I'm sorry..." He confessed, as she looked to the others. "I'm gonna call the Kuja's ship so we can go across the Calm Belt even with this submarine. If the government finds out that Y/n is alive, they're gonna come after her with how much power she has shown to them. Let us harbor her at the Maiden Island!" Everyone was shocked by her answer, as she continued. "If they still see me as a Warlord....then...."

"She can rest safely!!"

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Author: YAYYYYYYY! ACE IS RESCUED!!!!!! WOHOO!!!

Author: Sorry this chapter as a bit long, I wanted to put two episodes together, so I hope you don't mind.

Author: I hope you enjoyed todays chapter, and don't forget about the fanart contest!

Author: Remember! When your done drawing both pictrues, please attach it and message me it on Tumblr instantly! There is still time for people to enter!!!

Author: Have a good night everyone, BYE LOVELIES!!"

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dialovers-translations · 1 year

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Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Shin Maniac [01]

ー The scene starts in the guest room at the Tsukinami manor

Yui: Haah...

( I can’t help but feel down...Shin-kun’s not exactly in high spirits eitherーー )

( I’m worried about Carla-san’s health as well...But there’s nothing I can do... )

Haah...

*Knock knock*

Shin: ...Do you have a minute?

Yui: S-Sure...

ー Shin enters the room

Shin: ...Hey. Why don’t we head outside for a bit to get your mind off things?

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: ...I just wanted to spend some more time together, that’s all.

Yui: ( I can’t believe he felt the same way...I’m so happy. )

Yeah, sounds greatーー!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the shopping district

Shin: I invite you on a date and all we did was grocery shopping?

Yui: I mean, we needed to, right? Besides, it did make for a fine distraction, no?

Shin: ーー It’s just, you know...You can be so unappealing at times. (1)

Yui: Eh? Y-You think so...?

( To be told by the guy you love that you’re unappealing...I’m not sure how I should feel about that as a girl... )

Shin: ...Aah, but you are pretty arousing when I suck your blooーー

*Thud*

Yui: H-Hold up, S-Shin-kun...! Someone might hear us...!

Shin: Ahaha, what are you saying? You love that as well, just admit it.

Yui: I don’t...!

Shin: Haha, I wonder? It’s pretty fishy how you try to deny it.

Yui: Uu...You always start teasing me right away...

( But I’m kind of relieved to see that he’s back to being his old self somewhat. )

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah, one second, Shin-kun.

Shin: Yes?

Yui: The light changed to red. Let’s wait.

Shin: Che...What a pain.

Yui: ...I’m happy because it means our time together gets to last even longer.

Shin: ーー!

Yui: ...Shin-kun?

Shin: ...You say these disgustingly cute things from time to time, don’t you?

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: Makes me want to jump you right here, right now.

Yui: Y-You can’t here...

Shin: Why not?

Yui: Why...? ...Ah! The lights turend to green. Let’s go!

ー Yui starts walking but Shin stops her

*Thud*

Yui: Ehーー

*Rustle*

Shin: ...Nu-uh. Don’t try to change the subject.

Selection

→ Don’t, people are watching (M)

Yui: People are watching so...Doing it here is a little...

Shin: ...So you’re fine with it if it’s someplace else?

Yui: ...! That’s not what I meantーー

Shin: ...I can’t. I want to touch you more.

Yui: ( ...I guess Carla-san’s illness has really started to take its toll on him, huh? )

Shin-kun, wait...

→ Quick, let’s go (S)

Yui: Q-Quick, let’s go...

Shin: Were you listening to me? I want to feel you.

Yui: Uu...It’s crowded right now, we can’t do that in public...

Shin: So I get free reign as long as we’re inside?

Yui: Shin-kun...Don’t be a bully...

Shin: You’re asking too muchーー I can no longer hold back.

Nnーー ...

*Smooch*

Yui: S-Shin-kun!? Nn...

Shin: ...You really won’t let me?

Yui: ( He looks as if he’s ready to cry...I wonder if he’s emotionally unstable because of what’s going on with Carla-san... )

...Okay. It’s embarrassing, but go ahead. If that makes you feel better.

Shin: ーー Thanks. Nnhーー...

*Thud*

Yui: ( I hope this’ll help put him at ease at least a little... )

Shin-kun...

Shin: ...Hm?

Yui: I’ll stay with you, no matter what happens.

Shin: ーー No matter what, huh?

Yui: Shin-kun...?

Shin: ...Nah. I just thought those words sounded very reassuring. ...Thanks. For being with me like thisーー

Nn...

*Smooch*

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says that she lacks ‘sex appeal’ or ‘feminine charm’.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #shin tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leshinmaniac1

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sashi-ya · 2 years

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➡ A Mini scenario of a dream I had

𝑱𝒖̄𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒐̄ 𝑼𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨 𝑪𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑴𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝑻𝒆𝒂

a/n: dedicated to all those people who deal with chronic/terminal illnesses themselves or with a loved one. You are true warriors.

tw: Jushiro coughs blood and you take care of him. Fluff over sadness.

wc: 800

He coughs, persistently. His lungs can’t take it anymore, or maybe they do. Night after night, they do.

You wake up, startled at the way he is breathing. “Ju-chan, what’s going on?” you ask, turning around to see the white long haired man cough in his sleep. The framing dark brows on his frown show discomfort and you quickly wake him up.

“Ju-chan, wake up honey” you softly shake his arm. He opens his beautiful green eyes, watery from sleepiness and the hacking. “I’m- sorry” he says in between panting.

Your expression softens, you were not mad at him, you are worried. “Here, sit down. It’s better for breathing. Wait a second, ok?” you tell him, helping him sit on his bed. Since he had been having those attacks you two have bought a comfortable bed instead of sleeping on a futon over the ground.

You stand up from bed, covering your body with his silky captain haori and run to the kitchen. Green tea with some warm milk, a little bit of lemon and some honey will do, you think. But even so, you know nothing could cure his sickness. Not even the immense love you give him.

You still hear him cough from the bedroom, and a few tears build up in the corner of your eyes. How painful it is to see the ones you love suffering… Chocking back the wet products of your sadness you begin to walk to where he is.

“Brought you a tea, honey!” you chime, well knowing he is able to notice your sadness deep, deep inside your eyes. “Thank you, (Name)-san” he answers smiling so kindly, with a cloth on his hand and a tiny red spot on it.

You give him the tea, noticing this is one of the crises… blood again? You sit next to him, realizing the way he tries to hide the tissue from you, knowing too well also, that you had already seen it.

During brief periods of time, while the coughing stops, he drinks the tea sip by sip. You encourage him to do it slowly, so he doesn’t choke. And while he does so, you trace circles with your palm over his wide back.

The tea has helped him, and now he looks at you with lips that slowly turn back to their pale colour instead of that blueish tint on them. He is mortified, and you know what he probably thinks, “not again. She doesn’t deserve this burden”

“Please go back to sleep, I will go outside so you don’t wake up again… I feel so bad to always do this to you” he mumbles, looking at the cup in his caring hands.

“Are you crazy, Ju-chan? It’s cold as fuck, plus I adore to take care of you, don’t be silly! Come here!” you scold him, if he dared to went outside with the cold his lungs will get even bad. You take the cup and leave it over the nightstand and your arms cross his body.

You move so that he is able to lay his back over your chest, sitting on the bed. “See? This is the position you should be resting to avoid the coughing fits!” you tell him, now tracing circles over his chest with loving hands. You kiss his cheek, noticing Jushiro’s effort to avoid crying.

“You deserve a man who takes care of you, not this” he finally says, with long moonlight locks over his countenance.

You smile, because he doesn’t realize how much he take care of you, he makes you happy, he is everything you have. You brush his hair off his eyes and tuck it behind his ear.

“And you think I don’t have it? You think you are not a man who takes care of me?” you ask, rocking both of your bodies back and forth subtly. “But-“ he says, well aware you won’t allow him to say otherwise.

Because he had been there every time you cried, every time you were sick, when you needed help, fighting for you, kissing your forehead every night before falling asleep. For you, and for everybody he had been there… “Let’s go back to sleep, silly Ju-chan…”

But stomping little hurricanes open the door of your room and there they run towards you two with tiny hands and spread arms.

“DADDY!!! MOMMY!! WE WANNA SLEEP WITH YOU!!”

“Well, I guess tonight is gonna be a long, long night… 💖”

#ukitake x reader #ukitake jushiro x reader #ukitake x reader fluff #ukitake jushiro fluff #bleach fluff #bleach x reader #bleach x you #ukitake angst #bleach fanfiction #ukitake jushiro angst #ukitake fluff #jushiro x reader #jushiro ukitake x reader #bleach fanfic #bleach angst #ukitake bleach #jūshirō ukitake #bleach ukitake #jushiro ukitake

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sick-girlz · 1 year

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Do you mind writing about a caretaker who doesn't believe the whumpee is sick and is super guilty when they find out they're actually sick?

Thank you!!

Sorry this took so long, I have misread this a few times and I hope I can remedy this ASAP! Illness is left ambiguous, so you can imagine anything.

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Caretaker is ready: they have their best outfit on, a small present ready for their friend's birthday and all that is left is to see if Whumpee is ready as well. They eye the phone for that confirmation call. However, ten minutes since Caretaker has finally gotten ready, the phone is quiet, sans the sounds of messages from the host asking about them.

Well, it looks like Caretaker is to make that call to Whumpee instead.

They wait for their friend to finally pick up, and when they do, they sound quite... Small. "Hello?" says Whumpee.

"We were supposed to leave ten minutes ago, what's taking you so long?" asks Caretaker between putting on shoes.

"Oh shit-" gasps Whumpee on the other end- "I'll be right there! Sorry-"

Minutes later, Whumpee arrives. They're paler than usual and their clothes look carelessly put on. "Sorry, I overslept. I just don't feel too good-"

"You're fine," Caretaker pats their shoulder, "At least you'll show up at the party."

"Maybe I should skip today. I think I'm getting sick," says Whumpee as they make their way to the car.

"Are you?"

"I feel... Gross," explains Whumpee to Caretaker. "My head hurts, and I feel feverish-"

"Its just nerves," Caretaker interrupts as they turn on the car. "You will be fine. Some booze might wake you up."

"I know it's not nerves! I know I don't feel tired and shaky with nerves."

Whumpee is glaring at them now, the passing lights lighting up their teary eyes. Caretaker feels guilty for offending them. "Look, I'll take you home if you don't feel well."

"Thanks for caring," Whumpee rolls their eyes and relaxes in the

---

The party is underway and Caretaker is having fun.

Whumpee trailed behind them, weakly saying hi and greeting the other guests and handing their own gift to the host. They slinked off into a corner nursing a drink and some meagre pieces off of the charcuterie board. But during the event, Caretaker loses track of Whumpee. Eventually, they excuse themselves for some fresh air and go to the yard.

They find Whumpee on the stairs, knees drawn up and curled into themselves.

"Dude, what's the matter?"

Whumpee weakly lifts their head up, "I don't feel good."

They sound ill. Hoarse. Weak. They look at Caretaker, tears welling in their eyes. "I told you I'm getting sick."

Their voice wavers as if they're gonna cry. Caretaker's heart twists uncomfortably as they watch them curl up again. Whumpee did tell them that they didn't feel well, and they ignored it. Why did they ignore it?

"Go back inside," Whumpee tells them. "I'll just go home now."

"Whumpee-"

"It was your idea to come here anyways," they weakly get up. "Go ahead and have fun."

Whumpee turns to leave. Caretaker's guilt turns into determination: they won't let their friend go home in that state. "Wait!" they call out. "I can take you home!"

Whumpee turns around.

"I'm sorry for not believing you," they say as they catch up with them. "I'll take you back to mine."

"Why?" Whumpee asks in disbelief. "You wanted me-"

"Fuck that, we're leaving. I saw how you pecked at that cheese and salami," Caretaker wraps their arm around Whumpee. "I'll just let our pal know you're not good. Alright?"

Whumpee nods, whimpering quietly at their friend's offer.

#sickfic #sickfic prompt #sickness #comfort #ficlet #illness #caretaker #ask #whump scenario

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larz-barz · 6 months

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Fanfic for fanfic'

You make a fanfic (any ship but maki and milo must be in the story)

Ill make a fanfic (maki and milo and Muichiro)

How does that sound?

(already working on it lol)

oooo ok! sounds fun!

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Love potion (sort of happy ending)

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Milo sat under a tree, crying.

She didn’t notice the demon king stalking her as his prey.

He injected a large dose of his blood into her, expecting it to kill her instantly.

However, what happened instead was more shocking.

Milo’s hair faded from black into a light purple, her left eye became magenta with a black sclera, and the kanji for upper moon 5 appeared in her eyes, on top of her white, heart shaped pupils.

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The next day, Milo woke up that night being summoned to the infinity castle.

She hesitantly went through the portal only to be met by the other upper moons.

~after the meeting (it was just Muzan saying they have a new upper moon, upper moon 4 will be Maki now btw hehe)~

“So you’re a demon now too?” Maki asked Milo curiously and the neko demon nodded.

“Yeah.. me and Tanji got into a fight and I ran away. This is what I get for that I guess.” Milo explained, her voice held a mixture of various emotions.

Maki put a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “It’ll be ok Milo.” She attempted to comfort her and Milo smiled softly.

“Thank you Maki.” She thanked the fellow upper moon and noticed that the 2nd and 3rd moons had stuck around.

The 2 males were clearly arguing about something, well, Akaza was arguing. Douma was happily disagreeing with upper 3 just to annoy him.

“Well, bye Milo. Hopefully we’ll be seeing each other around.” She said with a smile and Milo nodded.

“Bye, see you later Maki.” She waved bye to the 4th upper moon as she walked off, being teleported out by Nakime.

The neko demon shyly approaches the 2nd and 3rd upper moons. She smiled softly before speaking. “H-hi… I’m sorry to bother the 2 of you but-“ She starts then gets cut off by Akaza, her ears then going flat.

“Welcome to the ranks, Milo san.” Upper 3 said then walked off.

“What a wonderful surprise Suzuki chan~!” He exclaimed, swaying slightly in his crisscrossed position on the cold, hard floor of the infinity castle.

She sat down in front of him and her cat ears stood upright once again, signaling she felt comfortable around the 2nd upper moon.

“I’ve only been a demon for a day and I’m already an upper moon. I think I became one upon creation honestly.. it’s pretty scary, y’know.?” She sighed when she said the last part and Douma gave a friendly smile.

“Don’t worry little lotus! We’ll take good care of you!” He exclaimed and the young demon smiled softly.

“I think I’ll like it here..” She mused, a smile on her face.

~the end~

A/n: I’m sorry this took so long! I’m gonna go start your sick maki request now!😭💕

i kinda wanna draw demon milo and douma with a bunch of lotuses ngl @thelordoflotuses

#ask larz #larz writes #hehheeh #larz does reqs #mrrrp #um5 milo #demon milo au #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny fanfic #oc fic #fic for a fic #fic swap #teehee

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Head in the Clouds, Eyes to the Sun - Chapter 1 - Introductions

Series summary: Lt. Hallie "Daydream" A-Jones is the newest addition to the now-permanent Dagger Squadron. But when she arrives back in her hometown of San Diego, returning to TOPGUN may be harder than she expected. Will she manage to find her way back to the skies? Chapter Summary: Hallie receives her latest orders; it's time to pack up her bags and move back home to the States. After all, she is the newest recruit to the Dagger Squadron!

Warnings: Starred out swearing, mentions of alcohol, General Navy/Military inaccuracies, OC-centric fic, don't think too hard about the timeline because what is time but a construct anyway

Word count: 2174

A/N: Welcome to "Head in the Clouds, Eyes to the Sun"! This series follows my OC, Hallie "Daydream" A-Jones and how she joins the Dagger Squadron, etc. I'm not sure how many parts this will be yet, but I'm still playing with how to break the chapters. I hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Introductions

Captain Stafford's office didn't have the same air of foreboding other offices did. Maybe it was the relaxed persona of the Italians that rubbed off on him or the warmth of the southern sun, but his office almost crossed into inviting. If you were on his good side, he might even allow you to have something from his North American snack stash. It was a perk having a Captain whose callsign came from keeping cookies in his locker.

Still, even the scent of espresso in the room didn't prevent Lt. Hallie A-Jones from being nervous as she entered the room.

“At ease, Daydream.” Captain Stafford, or Captain "Chip" as his pilots referred to him, said. He must've noticed her posture staying rigid as he added: “You’re not in trouble. The opposite, actually.”

“Sir?”

He held up a hand and motioned for her to sit. “You’re being reassigned from Sigonella.”

Hallie's mind began spinning. This seemed like a punishment. She’d grown to love the Italian base and the people there. It wouldn��t be easy after being stationed there for five years.

Captain Chip leaned his arms on the desk, and his smile rose into familiar wrinkles. “We’ll miss you here, but I think you’ll appreciate going home.”

Hallie blinked. “Home? I'm going stateside?”

“Even better. You’re being called back to TOPGUN.”

That was a name she hadn't heard in a while, but thankfully, the memories that arose brought her a smile. She'd grown up in San Diego, making TOPGUN feel like one of the most natural places on earth for her to end up. She wasn't sure what assignment would warrant her going back, especially at this point in her career, but she couldn't complain.

"Can I ask what my assignment is?"

He nodded. “A month ago, a team was assembled at TOPGUN for a special mission. You were on the shortlist of candidates, and near the top of the list too, but because you were busy on assignment, I wasn’t able to approve you for it."

Hallie wondered why he hadn't mentioned it on her when she returned. It must've been a very short mission.

"But, it looks they decided to keep the squadron together permanently for special assignments, and they have a space open. Also coincidentally, you're off assignment now. They want to add you on as the newest member of the Dagger Squadron, and I signed off on it right away.”

"Is this a nice way to get me out of your hair?"

"Not at all," Captain Chip said with a laugh that sounded like an air gun. He stood, came around his desk, and sat on the edge of it. "Listen, Hallie. As your Captain, I'm not thrilled to be losing you. You're an outstanding pilot. That's why they want you for this. But as someone who flew with your father before he passed...I can't hold you back on your career."

Hallie bit her lip. She wasn't sure if the urge to cry was from her Captain's sentiment or simply the memories of her father before his illness.

"Thanks, Captain Chip."

“You’ll report two weeks from now to Captain Pete Mitchell, "Maverick," at the TOPGUN facility.”

“Maverick? As in…?”

“The same one.” He nodded. “You'll get more information in the next two weeks. Any other questions? I'm sure you have a lot of preparations to make."

Hallie stood and shook her head, feeling much lighter than when she sat down. "Thank you again."

She wanted to hug her commanding officer, but it didn't exactly seem like the right time. As quickly as she thought of it, he circled back around his desk.

"I'd let you take some Chips Ahoy, but you'll have plenty of access to those soon enough."

Hallie chuckled. "Yes, sir."

"Get out of here, kid."

--- “Dagger Squadron” sounded familiar to Hallie, and she later confirmed she already knew two of her new squadmates. She'd flown with Bob before, and she also knew Phoenix. Hallie and Phoenix had been two years apart at TOPGUN, and even though Hallie was behind, she'd bonded with the fellow female aviator. They'd also been stationed in Lemoore for a couple years together before Hallie was moved to Sigonella for the Unified Protector operation.

Hallie wasn’t sure if Phoenix still had the same phone number or if she'd be able to receive an international text, so Hallie quickly reached out via Instagram:

Hallie A-Jones: Hey Fee, how’s San Diego?

The reply came a few hours later, thanks to the time difference.

Natasha Trace: Hey, Dream. Just the usual business. What’s going on in the land of pasta? Hallie A-Jones: Same, though about to shake things up soon. Getting reassigned Natasha Trace: You know where yet? Hallie A-Jones: Top Gun Natasha Trace: No way. Daggers? Hallie A-Jones: Dead serious, be there in 2 weeks Natasha Trace: Good, I’ve needed another woman here since Halo reassigned You need a ride when you get in? Hallie A-Jones: That’d be great, my brother can’t bring my Jeep down until the weekend after Natasha Trace: Gotcha I’ll bring Bob, we can all catch up and have a celebration at the Hard Deck Hallie A-Jones: ****, this whole thing will be a throwback Natasha Trace: HA, you can bet on that Hallie A-Jones: Looking forward to it Thanks again, I’ll send you the times later 🙂 Natasha Trace: 👍

--- Over the next two weeks, Hallie reminisced with her fellow Sigonella pilots, made arrangements for her return to San Diego, and texted Phoenix to get the rundown of what the culture of the Dagger Squadron was. The squadron at Sigonella threw a farewell party full of poorly pronounced Italian songs, alcohol, and plenty of opportunities for Hallie to grow her photo album.

A couple days later, Hallie was walking off a plane and into the heat of San Diego.

“Is this a daydream?” Natasha joked as they met in the parking lot.

Hallie laughed. “Must be. I'm looking at a weird bird made of fire.”

They hugged before Natasha gestured to Bob, who was squinting through his glasses, a hand over his eyes.

"Bob!" Hallie hugged him. "Long time, no fly."

"Good to see you, Hal." He grinned. "Hope your feelings about pineapple on pizza didn't change."

"Ugh, the Italians nearly pulverized me my first day because of that."

Bob laughed, but was interrupted by Nat slamming the trunk closed over Hallie's bags. "You two can talk in the car. Let's go."

"Why are we rushing, again?" Bob complained, but was obediently climbing into the backseat anyway.

"Because," Nat started up the car, "I want to get this girl to the Hard Deck before Hangman and Coyote."

Hallie cocked her head as she clicked the seat belt and the AC blew her stray curls around. "Hangman...sounds familiar."

Nat nodded. "The record."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"What happened?" Bob asked.

Phoenix glanced back at her WSO in the rearview mirror. "Daydream here broke one of Bagman's training records after he graduated TOPGUN."

The grin was evident in Bob's voice. "Drive faster."

Natasha laughed. Hallie grabbed the ceiling handle as they drove around a corner. In reality, they weren't going that fast, but it'd become instinct in Italy.

The ocean appeared on their left. The scent made its way into the AC, and Hallie grinned. She couldn’t wait to have her Jeep so she could drive this path on her own with the top down. It was the closest she could get to flying whenever she was on the ground. She often thought if she wasn’t a pilot, she would’ve been a racecar driver, even though she found the inner organs of planes easier to understand than the tiny workings of any car.

Hallie looked over at her driver. “So I should be prepared for a dogfight tonight?”

“Weird flirting first,” Nat said. Her eye roll was big enough to be seen behind her sunglasses. “After that…”

“Yes,” Bob finished.

The conversation continued on, including some quick information on the rest of the squad. They'd just finished describing Rooster when Nat pulled into the Hard Deck parking lot.

Nat and Bob were out and headed for the front door immediately. Hallie lagged behind. The old place looked the same, except with a new paint job. The wind whipped at her hair and the ocean murmured behind the building. It was strange to be back in a place that had claims to at least five pages of her photo album. It was as though she'd opened it up and stepped into one of the photos like Mary Poppins. As Hallie watched Nat and Bob, she quickly took a picture to capture the feeling for her album.

“Hurry up!” Nat turned at the right time to get her face in the shot.

The scent of wood and alcohol met them. Whitney Houston's voice drifted from the jukebox. There were only a few other pilots in the bar so far, creating a soft murmur of activity, and Penny herself behind the counter clinking glasses back into place.

“You’re here early,” the woman noted as Nat and Bob came up. Her gaze shifted to Hallie. “And you brought a familiar face.”

Hallie grinned. “You remember me?”

Penny scoffed. “How can I not remember the girl who stood on the piano singing ‘Dancing Queen’?”

“Maybe I’ll do an encore for you tonight. I can sing it in Italian now.”

Penny shook her head. “You always had to get the attention, Hal.”

“We’re expecting a lot of that,” Nat said.

Bob nodded with a grin that might have been called cheeky without his glasses.

Penny shook her head. “Just keep my place in one piece. You know the rules.”

The older woman nodded towards her sign. Hallie made a mental note to keep her phone in her pocket at all times.

“We’ll be good," Nat said. "We have Bob to keep us in line.”

“Right. The usual for you and glasses?”

Nat nodded.

“Hal, you got some fancy Italian taste now?”

“Just give me what Nat's having,” Hallie said. “I’ve missed the American taste.”

“Glad to hear it.”

With drinks in tow, the trio retreated to what Phoenix deemed their “usual” spot. Hallie collected a selfie with her friends as the regulars of the Hard Deck began to trickle in. She could spot familiar types; the students brand new to Top Gun, nervous and jittery and loud; the ones about to graduate, calmer and not inebriated enough to be loud yet; a few older captains, especially one that seemed attached to Penny; and some civilians there for a good drink, a handsome pilot, or both.

They were shortly joined by two more pilots, who Nat introduced as Fanboy and Payback.

“How’d you get that callsign?” Payback asked Hallie.

Hallie grinned. “Cause I’m a dream in the sky.”

Nat laughed and shoved her. “You wish.”

“Okay, fine. I may have...gotten lost in thought...during a few training exercises in my first year here.”

"Lost in thought? You were totally zoned out, from what Halo said."

Hallie shoved Nat back.

The group laughed, continuing to share stories and rag each other. Nat started up a pool game with Payback when two more men came up to the group.

“Well, well, well,” said the blonde. “What do we have here?”

Nat had mentioned the southern accent so Hallie would know which one was Hangman, but Hallie would’ve been clued in anyway from the way Nat and Bob frowned upon the man’s arrival. That, and the cocky smirk that was just begging to be wiped off.

“You must be Bagman,” Hallie said with a smile.

“Hangman,” he corrected, smirk intact. “I see my reputation precedes me.”

“In more ways than one.”

“Glad to know we’ve got a head start. What’s your callsign, hun?”

Nat stepped up. “This is our new Dagger. Daydream.”

Hangman’s eyebrows twitched in thought, as though a spark were making the connection for him. Then the smirk slowly returned.

“Glad you’ll be here when I take that record back.” He leaned in.

Hallie didn’t back down. “Me too. I’ll be right behind you to break it again.”

Hangman opened his mouth to reply, but was quickly cut off.

“Bradshaw!" Nat yelled. "Get over here!"

Hallie turned to see a mustached man with aviators and a Hawaiian shirt on, immediately connecting Bob's description to the individual as Rooster. He strolled up and hugged Nat.

"Alright, what makes me in such high demand tonight?" He asked her. "I need to do laundry if you don't want me smelling like ham tomorrow."

"That's just your normal smell, Rooster," said Payback.

Nat rolled her eyes, but kept a grin unlike she did when Hangman talked. She drug Rooster over to Hallie and quickly introduced them.

"You know what this calls for," he said, laundry evidently forgotten.

Hallie cocked her head while Phoenix grinned and drug her along behind him. In a few minutes, most of the crew was assembled around the piano. Rooster pounded out "Great Balls of Fire” as everyone scream-sung along, Hallie sitting on top of the piano and occasionally adding in some Italian: “Goodness gracious, grande palle di inferno!”

It was good to be home.

#daydream writes #head in the clouds eyes to the sun #top gun maverick fic #top gun oc #top gun maverick fanfiction #oc: hallie a jones #hallie daydream a jones #dagger squad #I know this start is a little slow but it'll get more interesting as it goes #at least I hope so lol #this is mostly for my own indulgence anyway but I hope y'all enjoy #top gun maverick

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