Warnings: Angst (what is new), some gory stuff if you don’t like that, fluff (mostly angst)
Paring: Scott McCall/Reader
Words: 3,185 (It’s long because I love angst)
A/N: Hey guys! I’m so so so so so sorry that I haven’t posted! Life happened but here is the Scott fic I promised! It’s real and not a fake promise and sorry for posting so late but it was really the only time I could post! Just thank you to @dumbass-stilinski as always for supporting me and helping through a lot of shit! Also thank you @mf-despair-queen for helping me edit! This wouldn't be anywhere without you!
Summary: Being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister sucks when your brother is the most overprotective person you kow who has sworn off all dating for you. How is he going to react if he finds out about you and his best friend, Scott McCall’s four month relationship?
The sound of little pebbles being pelted against your window woke you up slowly. You opened your eyes to see your phone lighting up in a message from Scott, which caused you to smile.
Scott ~ Hey babygirl, I’m here.
Scott~ Did you forget i’m coming over?
Scott ~ Hey, I may be pelting pebbles at your window
You opened the window to see a pebble flying towards. You dodged it before it could hit its unintentional target.
“Scott!” You whispered yelled.
“Sorry, (Y/N)!” He gave a sheepish smile and climbed up the tree like he always did when we met on nights like this.
“Hi baby.” He whispered and kissed you softly, his arms wrapping around your waist as you threaded your hand into his hair.
“Hi Scott…since you already woke me up from my beauty sleep, are you going to make up for it?” You smirked, pulling away slightly and he let out a soft laugh.
“You bet, princess.” He smirked, his hands slowly traveling down your back and grabbing your ass, squeezing it to make you let out a small moan. You grabbed the back of his neck and pressed your lips to his feverishly. You traced the seam of his lips with your tongue and he gladly opened. Your tongues battled for dominance as you slowly walked backwards, but you hit the back of your desk, causing the lamp sitting on the edge to fall off it.
You pulled away to see Scott’s shifted yellow eyes and took a breath of fear. You knew Stiles heard. It was a heavy ass lamp and it must’ve sounded like a broken window.
“He’s up..” Scott mumbled, his eyes slowly turning back into the beautiful chocolate brown you were accustomed to.
“Into my closet. Now..” You demanded, pushing your boyfriend into the closet and shut the door quickly behind him.
Stiles opened the door quickly with his bat in hand, wearing only his small Star Wars boxer briefs, ready to attack the non-existent intruders. He looked down to see the broken lamp and gave a sigh of relief, dropping his bat.
“Oh thank god. I thought someone broke in and you got kidnapped or something. I was ready to call Dad and Scott.” He said quickly and jumped over the bed to give you a hug.
“Yeah. It’s fine Stiles… I just woke up and I accidently hit the table and the damn lamp fell.” You lied to him, thanking to god he couldn’t see through your lies.
“You’re lucky dad isn’t here or the whole police squadron would have been here. Let me get a broom so we can clean this up.” He let go, giving a smile and went back to get a broom but a noise came out of the closet and Stiles poked his head back into the room, his whiskey colored eyes matching yours.
“What was that?” He asked suspicious, grabbing his bat for protection again.
You looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile. “Nothing Stiles, probably just Landon messing around in there.”
“O-okay.” He said questionably and left to get a broom. You opened the door to see a smirking Scott holding your black cat, cocking his head slightly.
“Scott! You almost got us caught again!” You whispered yelled at him.
“Maybe I want that to happen.” He looked at you, his gaze unwavering from your own.
“Do you remember what happened freshman year with-” You whispered, your arms crossing over each other until you got cut off.
“Yes. I remember…” He mumbled, his eyes downcasting to the floor.
“Just stay in here a little longer please…then we can cuddle and talk about lacrosse.” You pleaded, giving him your signature puppy dog eyes.
“Okay…” You gave him a kiss on the nose and shut the door before Stiles came in with a broom and dustpan.
“Cat?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“Yeah, he was messing with my shoes again.” You smiled and helped him the big pieces, throwing them away in the trash.
You finished after fifteen minutes of cleaning up. Stiles constantly looked at the closet door and you bit your lip, hoping Stiles didn’t think anything about it.
“Night (Y/N). Turn the light on when your going around your room next time.” He smiled, the comment joking and heading back to his room.
You loved Stiles. He was your twin brother and was always the person that was there for you but, some of the negatives of being Stiles Stilinski’s twin sister is that he is the most overprotective person you know. You don’t take it a bad way, but when you’re trying to have a good night with your boyfriend, it ruins the mood.
Fifteen minutes passed and you let Scott out of the closet. He let out a long sigh, giving you a longing look.
“Why don’t you want to tell him about us?” Scott whispered.
“We have been over this Scott.” You mumbled, getting into your bed.
“(Y/N), we have been dating for over four months. I’m done hiding from your brother. He’s my best friend, (Y/N).” He didn’t crawl in the bed and you looked at him with a pout.
“But you know what ha-”
“With Jackson at homecoming and then with the “date”. Yeah. That happened two years ago, freshman year and Stiles hit his Porsche with a cruiser. I know. He told me. He told me that no boy is allowed to date you until you’re 90 but I’m in love with you, (Y/N). I don’t care if Stiles gets mad at me and doesn’t want to talk to me…I want to be with you…” He looked like a lost puppy and slowly walked towards you.
“Scott…I’m not ready to tell him. Okay…just maybe soon…” You mumbled. “Can we just cuddle…?”
“Scott, he will run you over with Roscoe. C-can we please just drop it, okay?” You let out a shaky breath and he took your hand, rubbing his thumb on the back of your hand.
“Fine…let’s just go to sleep..” he pressed a soft kiss to your hair and your body relished in the feeling and he finally crawled into the bed, wrapping his hands around your waist and pulling your body flush against his back.
“I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispered in your ear and nestled his face into your neck.
“I love you too, Scott. I always will.” You mumbled back and fell into a dreamless sleep, the deep sounds coming from Scott’s chest lulling you into sleep.
The bed was cold and empty in the morning, void of him. He always left before Stiles got up, but of course that meant Scott left when you were asleep and it was awful. You hated hiding away but it was needed. Anytime you mentioned a boy you liked, Stiles would shut you down about it, investigate the kid and make some crazy theory that he was out to kill us.
Stiles never let you go out to parties unless it was Lydia’s and even then, he always made sure either he or Scott was by your side. No miniskirts, no crop tops, nothing revealing to get boys to hit on his baby sister (it was by two minutes, by the way). The only good thing was that you were always with Scott because Stiles trusted him. Lucky enough, you had the biggest crush on Scott and he had the same for you. It started with secret kisses in janitor closets, to hiding away for hours at Lydia’s parties, and now spending the night at your house. You wanted to tell Stiles. You wanted to be open, be able to hold hands, and call him your boyfriend, but you were just scared of the repercussions.
Your phone went off. You grabbed it to see the handsome face of Scott McCall holding a puppy at the shelter.
Scott ~ Morning baby, sorry I left earlier than normal. I heard your dad come in so I left.
Scott ~ Hey, I got something for you at school I need to tell you about.
Scott ~ I love you.
There was a small knock on your door so you couldn’t respond to Scott like you wanted to. Opening the door, there stood your dad, holding a small coffee in his hand with his kind smile.
“Hey kiddo. Stiles told me you broke your lamp last night.” He let out a low chuckle.
“He’s up already?” You rubbed your eyes, taking the coffee from his hand.
“No. Texted me last night.” You nodded and took a sip of the burning hot liquid that, just by the smell, woke you up.
“Yeah…sorry dad. I heard a bird hit my window and I accidently hit the lamp.” You mumbled, leaving the door open and putting down the coffee to find a shirt in your closet.
“Could that bird be named Scott McCall?” Your mouth dropped open and dropped the shirt in your hand. You looked back at him and shook your head sputtering.
“I-I don’t know what you mean dad…” you sputtered, your skin starting to turn hot.
“It’s okay…I won’t tell Stiles. I promise. Just be careful next time.” He shook his head, giving you a small smile.
“You knew?” You asked in bewilderment.
“Sweetheart, I am the sheriff. I know almost everything that goes around here.” He opened the door and was about to shut it until he pointed to the XL condoms he left on the desk.
“Also, don’t forget, there will be no little Stilinski’s and McCall’s running around.” Your dad shut the door and you grabbed the condoms, quickly hiding them away before letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Stiles knocked on the bathroom so loudly and profusely that you dropped the curling iron in your hand but luckily, you didn’t burn yourself.
“Stiles! What the hell do you need!” Grabbing the curling iron and putting it back on the counter and opening the door to see your brother with a pissed off look.
“It’s my time for the shower, (Y/N)! Y-what the fuck are you wearing?” He said, looking you up and down with disgust and you rolled your eyes. You’re wearing your shortest shorts that didn’t leave much to the imagination and a tight top with a low neckline.
“I’m wearing clothes, Stiles.” You shook your head and walked back to brush out your hair.
“No. You’re not walking out of the house like that. Go change.” He demanded, crossing his arms as he glared at my outfit.
“Stiles, you’re not dad, and he likes the outfit.” You pushed past him and sashayed to your room, grabbing the stuff you needed for school and left the house without a word from you. You knew Stiles was mad and that was exactly what you needed now.
Scott waited at your locker before school everyday. It kind of looked like he was waiting for Stiles, since your lockers were next to each other, so your cover was kept.
It was your idea to keep the relationship a secret and Scott, of course, went with it. He loved you so much and he never wanted you to feel uncomfortable doing anything. It was just awful when he could hear other guys talk about you, like you weren’t his…which technically, in their eyes, you weren’t. It hurt that he couldn’t hold your hand in public, and kiss you before class, and see you in the stands wearing his lacrosse jersey.
It was all Jackson’s fault for hurting you. It was Jackson’s fault for tricking you into a “date” and leaving you in the pouring rain, crying your eyes out. Stiles and him picked you up that night, and he remembered holding you in his arms and he never thought you looked more beautiful than at that moment in time. That was also the time Stiles swore off any guy ever being with his baby sister, and Stiles never forgot that promise.
Scott heard the small sounds of footsteps behind him, shaking him away from the small memory. He grinned slightly knowing it was you, hearing your steady heart beat that always calmed him. He looked behind him, but frowned seeing your sour expression.
“Hey (Y/N), what’s wrong?” He asked softly.
“I don’t know. How about you tell me how my dad knows we are dating?”As you opened up your locker angrily.
He took a double take, shaking his head. “(Y/N), I-I have no idea. I have always been careful-”
“Well you clearly haven’t, Scott!” You looked at him and his head was staring at the ground.
“You know what? I try, but it’s goddamn hard when your own girlfriend doesn’t even want your own best friend knowing they are together. Or anyone for that matter!” He yelled at you and that made you step back from him. Turning, you slammed your locker and walked away, shaking your head and heading to class.
Scott was pissed at you. All he wanted was you and now he was going to get what he wanted and of course, he thought without thinking and ran right to the baby blue jeep owned by Stiles Stilinski.
“Stiles!” Scott yelled and a head popped out of the hood the jeep, hitting it in the process, which was also followed by a string of curses.
“Yeah, Scotty. What do you need?” Stiles asked, closing the hood and walking over to his best friend, who kept fidgeting with his hands. Scott shuffled in place, staring directly into his best friend’s eyes.
“I’m dating your sister. I have been for a while. I sneak through her window at night, we make out under the bleachers. Hell, I’ve fucked her into oblivion a few times! But she wanted to keep it a secret, which isn’t fair to me. To us. I want everyone to know I’m fucking your sister and that I’m so in love with her, it hurts!“ He stopped as quickly as he started, knowing what he did was a mistake. He closed his mouth and looked for Stiles expression but saw nothing but heard his heartbeat rise.
“I-I’ll talk to you later Scott…” Stiles grumbled and walked away into the school. He let out a frustrated groan and hit the car next to Stiles’, which put a large crater into it. The first bell rang and Scott reluctantly went to class, overthinking what he did. Stiles could be fine with it, he didn’t look that upset but, also, Stiles could just be waiting to get off school grounds to get enough wolfsbane to kill him.
You looked for Scott during lunch, your anger subsiding from earlier and the feeling of guilt hitting you. You couldn’t find him anywhere and you kept sending him texts.
Baby ~ Scott? Where are you?
Baby ~ Scott? I’m sorry.
Baby ~ Please talk to me.
You went outside but to only be confronted by Scott sitting on the benches, staring at his bike. His knee was bouncing wildly as he was lost in thought.
“Scott? Hey, you okay?” You asked softly and he jumped as your touched his arm and he relaxed under your touch.
“Y-yeah…i’m fine.” He mumbled looking down like puppy who got yelled at.
“Hey, what happened?” You sat next to him, hooking your fingers under his chin and pulling it up to make him look into your eyes.
“I told him, (Y/N). I don’t know what got into me but I told him.” He looked down ashamed and felt my heart dropped.
“You told Stiles…what the fuck, Scott! You promised this would be a secret.” You got up slowly, hurt filling you that he went against your own wishes.
“I didn’t know what go into me, I was just so mad that you are so scared to be with me, scared of Stiles-” he rambled but you cut him off.
“I’m not scared of Stiles.” You said, crossing your arms.
“Yes you are! You hid our relationship for months, you even hid it from Lydia for a while because you were scared Stiles was going to find out from her! Your own best friend.” He looked at you and just felt so frustrated.
“That didn’t give you the right to go behind my back and tell him Scott.” You let out a breath to calm yourself from breaking down right there.
Scott didn’t say anything back to you as he just bouncing his knee and that made you even more mad. You got up from your spot and looked down at him, glaring at the boy who had just broke your heart.
“I can’t do this, Scott.” You mumbled. “I can’t be with someone I can’t trust.”
“(Y/N), no. Please don’t walk away. Don’t fucking walk away from me.” He said as you started to head towards your car.
The one thing you didn’t hear was the old Jeep start up and roll towards Scott as he entered the road.
“(Y/N), I’m sorry…please I lov-”
The blue jeep hit Scott at quite a fast pace, causing Scott to be thrown against the pavement and the Jeep to come to a stuttering halt. Scott let out a howl of pain, causing people around you to notice the scene of your brother running over your boyfriend. Scott started to bleed profusely, his skin turning red but also healing at the same time. You tried to move towards him but the pure shock took over you and it felt like your feet were stuck in cement. You finally felt like you were free and ran over to him quickly, grabbing his hand. Tears falling freely from your cheeks as you whimpered, seeing the damage.
“S-Scott…” you said frantically and he didn’t say anything back.
“Scott…wake up…please..” You heard the car door open and Stiles stepping out, walking up slowly behind you.
“(Y/N)..” he whispered softly, looking away from you and Scott.
“Call Dad, Stiles.” You looked at him brokenly, your heart breaking as your didn’t see your brother but more of a monster, as you slowly felt Scott wake up in your arms. You wiped your tears and caressed his hair.
“(Y-Y/N), you don’t know what he s-”
“I don’t give a fuck Stiles! You ran over you’re fucking best friend! Call dad…” you yelled and saw the pack come out of the high school.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t know what was happening.” He whispered.
“Don’t talk to me Stiles…I hate you.” You looked at him numbly as Isaac quickly ran over to gently grab Scott and help you get him in your car and race him to the hospital. You left Stiles in that parking lot, wallowing in the guilt that he had potentially just lost his best friend and little sister and wondering if he was not better than the Nogitsune that had possessed him months before.
i bet kara accidentally writes articles about lena all the time, like she’ll get an assignment to write about graffiti or something and she’ll accidentally start writing about how lena sometimes doodles when she’s thinking or she’s writing an article about puppies and she starts talking about lena’s adorable puppy dog eyes. basically kara can’t stop thinking about lena bc she’s really fucking gay for her and it shows in every first draft of her articles
No one talks about the fact that Gabriel had a dog how much do you want to bet it was a runt that was abandoned by its family and Gabriel took it it in because it was JUST.LIKE.HIM. No one talks about how with one look of Sam’s puppy dog eyes Gabriel cracked and brought Dean back because he couldn’t stand seeing Sammy like that. No one talks about the fact he knew he was gonna die when he entered the hotel and HE STILL DID IT. No one mentioned the fact that Gabriel protected Sammy even when Kali was already out meaning he wasn’t just there for her.
It’s not like I think he’s a perfect human, I’m aware of his awkwardness, and how clumsy can be, but damn, this boy is killing me.
We’ve been friends since forever, and believe it or not I didn’t use to have a crush on him, this happened a few months ago before he broke up with Malia.
“So, you two are a thing now?” I asked, sitting next to him while he stared at the werecoyote, a small smile on his lips.
“I guess… I mean, I never asked but she seems to be ok with us… being a thing, ya know?” He shrugged “It’s weird”
“You’re weird” I smirked “and lucky. She cares about you a lot”
I patted him on the shoulder, he whimpered at my touch and I remembered that he had an injured on his shoulder, he refused to tell me how did he injure, and I was growing worried by the minute.
“Stiles, you need to tell me what happened to your shoulder”
“It’s nothing, ok?” he mumbled, grabbing my hand and giving me a sad smile.
A week passed and he didn’t look better at all, it was driving me insane and I didn’t know what to do.
Scott and Stiles argued, something about killing Donovan, and I couldn’t believe when he admitted all, he said that everything was true.
“Scott, say you believe me” Stiles looked broken, so empty that I knew he felt like shit and he wanted to be forgiven.
But there was nothing to forgive.
Scott didn’t say a word, he went back inside and left me and Stiles, or at least what was left of him.
He turned around avoiding my gaze, and I couldn’t stand it anymore, it was too much.
“I believe you, Stiles” Although it came out as a whisper, it was loud enough for him to hear it.
“Why?” He choked, I didn’t realize he was crying until he turned once more, his eyes red and tired.
“Because you’re my best friend, and I know you” I walked closer, standing right in front of him and looking into his hazel eyes, a strange feeling building in the pit of my stomach.
“I’ve killed people, y/n” The rain was so strong that he almost screamed the last part “I might be human, but I’m not better than the beast”
“How can you say that?” I was on the verge of tears, scared of what he could do if I leave him alone “Stiles, you’re not evil nor a killer, you’re my best friend”
“You deserve better friends” he tried to turn his back on me, I grabbed his arm and walk even closer than I was before, only inches apart from his face.
“I have exactly what I deserve” I mumbled, brushing my nose against his, my heart beating so fast that I’d have sworn Scott heard it “which is a kind, funny, supportive best friend like you, who needs my help more than anything right now, so I’m not going anywhere”
“I think you should, I’m not good enough for you or Malia”
Then I remembered- Malia and Stiles were a thing, they loved each other and I was trying to get in the way, even if it was unintentional, what kind of friend was I?
I stepped back, embarrassed for whatever I was doing and feeling like the worst person in the world.
“Well, you’re wrong” I grumbled, trying to control my heartbeat “and there’s nothing you can say to change that, so shut up and take me home”
I quickly walk to his jeep and climbed into the passenger’s seat, waiting for him nervously.
Matilda: I’m pretty sure we all met in kindergarten, right?
Tori: Yep… And we didn’t really become friends in the most… civil manner.
Matilda: What do you-
Matilda: Ohh… Right. I remember.
Tori: Wasn’t too pretty…
Tori: Kindergarten, mid-year, I joined the class and I was the new kid. Ell was really nice and approached me. I was super shy as a kid so that was nice of her. We were talking about puppies when I saw Tamara in the corner of my eye. She wasn’t happy for some reason.
Matilda: Oh no…
Tori: Turns out, Tamara was super upset because Ell was hanging out with me instead of her. She was a jealous little kid.
Matilda: Ohh no…
Tori: After Ell introduced me to Tam, she walked away from us but soon returned with a pencil.
Tori: So.. Do you know where this is going?
Matilda: Ohhh n- No actually, where is this going?
Tori: She stabbed me with a pencil.
Matilda: Oh… Ouch.
Tori: YEAH OUCH! That hurt! It was one of the worst pains in my life! AND FOR WHAT? Just because I was talking to Ell!
Matilda: Oh wait! I remember, now. I was watching the whole thing from afar! It got pretty bloody.
Tori: Yeah… But then Ell yelled at her and Tam went to cry in a corner for 12 minutes. As for me.. Well, I had to live with this stupid mark my whole life.
Tori: Unfortunately, it never went away after that incident.
Matilda: Damn, Tamara was a savage. But wait, what happened after?
Tori: What do you mean?
Matilda: You didn’t answer the question? How did we become friends?
Tori: I don’t know, we just did.
Matilda: Huh, I guess stabbing people with pencils does form friendships.
Yuuri wraps his arms around Victor’s middle and squeezes tight. The cold from the rink is seeping into his bones and he relishes in the warmth Victor radiates. “You can.”
“It’s been so long,” he muses quietly, voice solemn. He drags the toe of his blade against the ice and lets his head droop. “And I’m so old.”
“You’re thirty-five; I hardly consider that old,” Yuuri laughs, but it’s truncated and forced. He understands what Victor’s talking about, of course. After thirty, a skater’s body has been through hell and back, and performing is such a feat. The jumps that used to be like climbing hills are now like scaling mountains, and injury is always on the horizon. It’s why Victor decided to retire after his one competitive season skating with Yuuri; it’s why Yuuri’s retiring now, at the ripe age of thirty-one. There’s too much risk. He almost broke his ankle at this year’s Grand Prix from a bad fall. The injury ended up only being a sprain, fixed with a week off the ice, but the doctor said it was a close call and he shouldn’t be attempting quad flips at his age.
Funny enough, it wasn’t until that moment when Yuuri opened his eyes and looked around at his competitors. He’s always had a hefty amount of stamina; it’s what’s kept him going this long, but somewhere along the line he became ancient, competing against men half his age, some not even old enough to be considered men. All of his old competition had tapped out, one by one; Chris, followed by Mikey and Emil, JJ soon after. Leo and Guang-Hong and Senguil and Phichit, they all went back to their studies, or were sick of being in the spotlight, or in Phichit’s case, won several gold medals before deciding that he really wanted to be a doctor. Now only Minami and Yuri remained from his youthful days, young bodies filled out and grown.
It became incredibly clear that his time on the ice, at least competitively, was up. He announced his upcoming retirement the day after the Grand Prix Final, and vowed to make everyone proud in his last season, saying that he would end his career in the fiercest way possible.
And he has. Gold from Nationals and the Four Continents were added to his ever-growing collection, lined up next to Victor’s impressive pile in their bedroom closet. Now it’s time for Worlds, his last competition, and he wants to go out with a bang.
Which requires Victor’s help, if he can get over his fear of being back on competitive ice.
“What if I drop you?” Victor questions, eyebrow raised in chargin. “I don’t want your last exhibition to be ruined.”
Yuuri knocks his shoulder into Victor’s and smiles as lovingly as he can. “I trust you,” he says quietly. “You won’t let me down.”
Victor wrings his hands together and avoids Yuuri’s gaze. He’s still kicking up ice, leaving a mark he knows Nishigori will complain about later, looking almost…afraid?
“Vitya? Are you…scared?”
When Victor doesn’t respond, it’s all the answer Yuuri needs.
“Vitya,” Yuuri says, skating backwards so he can get a full look at Victor’s nervous form. “I know it’s been awhile since you’ve performed publically-”
“Five years,” he interjects.
Yuuri nods. “Five years, but you’re still a living legend. You can do this; you just have to believe in yourself.”
Victor smiles slightly and lets out a soft laugh. “That sounds like what Yakov used to tell me when I was young.” He falls quiet again and brings his eyes up to meet Yuuri’s. “What if I go out there and make a fool out of myself? I can’t do the jumps I used to be able to do. People will notice.”
“Notice what? That you’re human?” Yuuri asks. He places a hand on Victor’s shoulder and skates in closer, bringing their foreheads together. “I can’t skate the way I used to either. It’s called growing up,” he says quietly, then quickly pecks a kiss on Victor’s lips. “We’re already downgrading some of the jumps. I can’t do a quad flip at my age either. Just…trust me, okay?”
Victor loses some of his tension and grins. “That I can do,” he replies quickly, then skates away so that he’s standing on the outskirts of the rink. “I don’t know how well I’ll do, but let’s try.” He picks up his phone from where it’s resting on the boards, thumb scrolling until it pauses over a song. He presses the button, and soon enough a familiar, long forgotten tune begins drifting through the rink.
Stammi Vicino rings out and Yuuri pulls himself into his opening pose. The soft cry of the violin seeps through his bones as he begins his first movements- a lift of the head, a raise of his arm, a glide of his skates. He flies easily into his triple axel and lands with ease, the hiss of the ice beneath his feet mixing in with the notes above. He falls into the beginning of a step sequence and into another jump- this one a double toe loop- before he glances over and finds Victor by his side, nervous smile flitting across his mouth.
Yuuri shoots him a reassuring head nod as they begin their routine. It’s still second nature, even after all these years, and suddenly Yuuri feels like he’s twenty-four again, skating this with Victor after his second place finish at the Grand Prix Final. Their movements are easy going- Victor’s hand on his waist, Yuuri’s fingers clutching Victor’s. Once they get into the thrum of the routine, there is none of Victor’s earlier hesitation. They fly into side-by-side triple flips, then into a series of dips and turns. Victor’s face is utterly elated, eyes shining bright, teeth flashing behind his lopsided grin. Yuuri smiles back too as they fall into their last jump- a quadruple salchow- and lets out a yell when they both land it perfectly. They cling to each other as finish out the rest of their routine, and when the notes fade into the background and silence erupts around them.
“We did it!” Victor exclaims.
“We did,” Yuuri replies back, “We-ump!”
“That was amazing,” Victor cuts him off by pulling Yuuri into his chest. “I haven’t felt that good in years!”
“Vitya…you’re crushing me,” Yuuri mutters into the fabric of Victor’s shirt, lightly bracing his hands on Victor’s arms so he can push back. When he glances up, a red blush rises to his cheeks when he finds Victor looking at him with one of his brilliant, blooming smiles.
“Sorry, I’m just excited,” Victor says. “I can’t wait to perform this with you at the exhibition next week.”
Yuuri lights up like a thousand watt bulb. “Really? You’ll do it?”
Victor smiles. “It would be my honor to skate by the side of the five time World Championship gold medalist.”
“It’s only been four,” Yuuri mumbles under his breath.
“And after next week, it’ll be five. I know it.” Victor sighs contentedly and wraps his arm around Yuuri’s waist. “But you’ll need to be well rested before then. Want to go grab some food?”
Yuuri nods in response and lets Victor lead him off the ice. They take off their skates and head out to a local ramen shop they both love, and Yuuri listens as Victor talks excitedly about a poodle puppy he saw earlier in the day. His eyes trace Victor’s every movement throughout the night, listens to everything he talks about. And when they get back to their shared apartment and fall into bed, Yuuri nuzzles up against Victor’s chest and closes his eyes, whispering one last phrase into the air before he falls under.
“I love you, Vitya,” he mumbles into Victor’s collarbone.
What she means: Literally mike and harvey are soul mates/ it’s so fucking obvious from the v moment they meet/ i don’t care if you don’t ship them /even without any romantic or sexual facet to their relationship (yeah right) they complete each other in ways no one else ever could/ need each other in ways they’ve never needed anyone else/ they literally cannot quit each other/ i mean look at their goddamn faces/ those puppy dog eyes - no i’m not just talking about Mike/ i’m also talking about how Bro of All Time Harvey Specter needs this goofy, beautiful, brilliant kid more than his job or his image or his health and honestly, it just kind of hurts that I can’t run through the streets screaming about it.
Prompt: Are you really going to sit there playing video games all
day when our lives are on the line?
A/N: Just a short cute Liam fluff. Keep on sending me in requests guys!
The was a soft knock on the opposite end of Liam’s
door that grabbed his attention.
“Come in” was all he said.
“Hey Liam, I just talked to Scott and Stiles and we
think we have a way to defeat the pack of vampires.” (Y/n) states proudly.
“That’s great” he mumbles, barely focusing on his
girlfriend standing next to him. Rather than being intrigued by her plan, he
was too busy in his round of call of duty to pay attention.
“Hellooooo earth to Liam.” (Y/N) snaps back. “Are you
“Yeah just hang on, this round is almost over and I’m
With a loud huff, (Y/N) takes a seat on the edge of
Liam’s bed. She watches as his kill streak increases and a smile grows wider
across his face. As the round ends, instead of turning off his PS4 Liam joins
“Liam, what the heck?”
“Oh come on babe, I’m on a roll. Can’t we talk about
the plan later?” Liam asks giving his girlfriend the puppy dog eyes.
“Are you really going to just sit there playing video
games all day when our lives are on the line?!” (Y/N) said with annoyance laced
to her tone.
Liam could hear the aggravation his girlfriend
possessed and immediately went to turn off his PS4. Getting up off of his
bedroom floor he went and sat next to (Y/N) on his bed. She avoided making eye
contact with Liam, because if their eyes met she knew she would forgive him
right away and she hates that he has that effect on her. Liam took no time to
lace his fingers with hers as they sat there in silence.
“I’m scared.” It was a mumble that escaped (Y/N)’s
lips but with Liam’s wolf abilities he heard it clearly.
“I’m so sorry (Y/N). Sorry I’m being such an ass” Liam
said. “I just never know how to help. You, Lydia, Scott, and even Stiles always
seem to know what you’re doing, but I don’t. I feel like I never even
contribute to the pack.”
“That’s crazy Liam. You are insanely strong and have
saved my life more times than I can count. If anyone is useless to the pack it’s
me, the weak and pathetic human.” Tears began flowing down (Y/N) cheeks as she
keeps her eyes focused on the floor. She hated being the weak little human, but
both Scott and Liam refuse to let her become like them. Liam always said that although
his new abilities are great, it also comes with a large target on your back, a
target he didn’t want to burden (Y/N) with.
Liam takes his free hand and wipes away the tears
flowing down his girlfriend’s face. A sob escapes her lips causing Liam to immediately
engulf her in a large hug.
“(Y/N) you are far from pathetic. You are the most
amazing girl I know. It doesn’t matter that you’re human, you are still
incredibly smart and sexy as hell. You are so special to me, and I’m sorry if I
haven’t always made you see that.”
A small smile crept onto (Y/N)’s face as her glossy
eyes met those of her boyfriend’s. Liam placed a soft and intimate kiss on
(Y/N)’s forehead which caused all of her fears to melt away.
“I love you” (Y/N) whispered.
“And I love you too.” Liam responded. “Now, why don’t
you tell me about that genius plan that you, Stiles, and Scott came up with?”
Imagine #41 (Kellin Quinn) (SWS) (Requested by WizardOfLoneliness)
Request: Cool thanks! Can you do one where like [y/n] is Vic’s little sister and starts dating kellin, but vic doesn’t know and gets freaked out when he finds out. Idk.
A/N: Here you go my love. Hope you like it. Give me your feedback and requests are always open.
“(Y/N), can you come downstairs?” Vic shouts from downstairs. I snatch the laptop off my lap and jump off my bed. I exit my bedroom-well, the guestroom I crash in on Vic’s house whenever I have a fight with our parents- and jog downstairs, to the living room. “What is it?” I ask him. “(Y/N), let me introduce you to my best friend, Kellin Quinn. Kellin, this is my youngest sister, (Y/N)” I stand there, watching them in complete starstruck. “Nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard many things about you.” Kellin says while extending his hand. I feel his eyes burning my skin, my breath hitched in the back of my throat and my heart rate speed up. I shake his hand; oh god, it’s so soft and warm. “Nice to meet you too” I stutter out; shitt, why do I have to be so weird in front of him. “Awww, my baby sister is a grat fan of your band… Isn’t she the cutest?” Vic says, to no one particularly, pinching my cheeks, which I bet that they haven taken a fire red shade. “She surely is.” Kellin says and winks at me.
[LATER THAT NIGHT] “I’ll take out the trash” I say to Vic. “Thanks. Um, Danielle is coming over in a few… Do you mind, maybe, um, leave us alone for an hour or so?” Vic says, scratching the back of his head. I smirk and kiss his cheek. “Sure, I’ll go hang out with my friends. You two have fun” “Thanks.” “No problem. Use protection. Don’t make me an aunt so soon.” I moak him as I grab my phone. I slip in a pair of vans and take a light jacket with me. “Fuck off” He says, giggling. I stick my tongue out and exit the house.
I place my earphones in my ears and walk to the nearest garbage bin, to throw away the trash. I have a weird feeling that someone is watching me. I just shake it off and throw the trash bag in the bin.
I feel a hand on my shoulder. I guess my reflectants worked pretty fast, cause I just turned around and punched my attacker in the jawline. “Oh My God” I hear him wince in pain. I remove my earphones and squint my eyes. The lights are off, so it’s pretty dark, but I can still catch sight of those perfectly blue ords under the dim moonlight. “Oh shit. Kellin are you alright?” I ask, guilt taking over me. “You are great at punching” He says, laughing “I was scared” “I’ve been calling your name for like 2 minutes.” “i had my earphones in. I couldn’t hear you. I am so sorry” “It’s ok.It’s kinda my fault too.” “If you are looking for Vic, now it’s not the right time. Danielle is coming over.” “Well, I wasn’t looking for Vic” He says. I furrow my eyebrows and look at him. “Then why are you here? "Well, I was looking for you…” He says and moves some stray hair behind my ear. “Why?” “I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch with me tomorrow…” “Oh… Um,sure, why not?” “Great.. Here is my number” He says and hands me a piece of paper, with his number scribbled on it. “Um, Kellin?…” “Yes?” “Actually, would you mind if we went for a walk right now? I mean Danielle is coming over and Vic kinda kicked me out for a few hours, so I have plenty of time. And I feel kinda guilty for your jaw.” I say and bite my lip. He chuckles and extends his elbow. “Sure.Where do you want to go, beautiful?” He asks and I blush.
[6 MONTHS LATER] “(Y/N), we are going out for dinner. Wanna come?” Vic asks me. I am sitting in the back lounge, waiting for them to leave so I can sneak out and meet Kellin. “Nah, I feel a bit off. It might be from the trip…” I say, hoping that Vic and the guys will bite it. Truth is that I am a bit exhausted but I came to visit them on tour so that I can see Kellin too. Sure, I’ve missed my brothers but I was with them the whole day, I think that it’s Kellin’s turn now. “Vic, let her be. My baby sister wants to rest” Mike says, embracing me and kissing my forehead. “She is my baby sister too, you know..” Vic says and embraces me too. “Group hug…” Jaime shouts and joins in. Tony chuckles, but joins in too. “Guys.Can’t. Breathe” I say, pretending to be breathless. “Ok. We are going. We might be late.” Vic says, kissing my cheek. “Ok, have fun” I greet them.
I wait until I hear the door click and grab my phone. I quickly text Kellin that the guys are gone and get up to get ready. I slip in a pair of ripped skinny black jeans and a white lacy top. I renew my make-up, using just some foundation, mascara and a light lip-gloss. I pick up my combat boots and leather jacket and grab my phone and wallet. Right on time.
I exit the bus and head to the spot where Kellin and I have arranged to meet. I hear footsteps approaching me and I start to freak out. I feel a hand on my shoulder and a warm breath on my neck. “Don’t punch me” I hear a familiar voice whisper in my ear. He kisses my neck and spins me around. “Asshole.” I say smiling. “You look gorgeous too” He moaks me. I kiss his lips softly. “MMM, marshmellow lip-gloss. Quiet tasty. Let me try it again and see if I like it.” He says and kisses me deeply. “I definately like it” He says. I smack his chest. “Dork.” I say. He smacks my ass, lightly. “Move your pretty ass darling” He says, wrapping his arms around my shoulders.
We walk until we find a restaurant. Kellin opens the door for me, bowing a bit. “Why… Thank you mister” “anything for you my lady” He kissses the top of my hand. We walk to a guy behind a desk and he smiles at us. “Reservation for 2 under the name Kellin Quinn.” Kellin says “Welcome Mr. And Mrs Quinn” The man says. I blush. He leads us to our table and brings us the menus. “it sounded weird.” I say, once the man leaves. “It suits you.” He says, smiling. “Don’t rush things, Mister” “I don;t. But we have to begin from somewhere” He says and scans the menu. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Well, we have to begin from somewhere. For example, stop being a secret.” He says. “Mike and Vic are going to kill you” “They won’t” He says. I cock my head to the side. He chuckles and looks at me sweetly. “Can we not talk about it tonight and have fun?” I ask ,taking my puppy eyes. He kisses the too of my hand and nods. “Sufe, baby girl.” The waiter comes and takes our order. The rest of the meal runs smoothly until, the cute little fight about the bill in the end. Of course, he convinced me in the end and paid the dinner.
We exit the restaurant and began strolling around the town hand in hand, my head resting on his chest, listening his steady heart beat . “You know what would be perfect?” He asks me out of nowhere. “What?” “If we slept outside,under the stars…” He says “Sounds perfect…” I say, turning to face him. I kisss him and he kisses me back. It seems perfect, It feels perfect. “(Y/N), Kellin?” I hear someone behind us. Someone, familiar. I pull away and look at them: Vic. “Vic…” I stutter out. He and Mike look at us, shocked. I hear Kellin gulp and the rest of the group chant. “Is it… Are you… Are you, together?” Vic asks. “Yes. Yes we are. And I am soory we had to hide it from you .” Kellin says. His voice is steady, like he is not afraid of the consiquences. “For how long are you together?” Mike asks. “6 months” I say and bite my lip. Vic looks at me disappointed. “And what if you get hurt again? And what if you break up? He is kinda my best friend.” “I promise I won’t hurt her. She means a lot to me.” Kellin says and I melt. “I don’t know how to feel about it. Give me a sec.” Vic says and brings his palms to his face.
2 agonizingly slow minutes later he looks at us. “Hurt her and you are dead. And you young lady, are grounded for the next 2 days. And keep your sex life to yourselves.” Vic says. Kellin bro hugs him and Mike hugs me. “And Quentes is real…” Mike shouts and we all laugh.
A hasty groan slips past your lips as your eyes scan the handwritten letters on the small flash card.
“Which polymers occur naturally?” You mutter, your mind all of a sudden going blank.
You adjust your reading glasses, desperately searching your brain for the answer to this simple question. It was just one of those studying days, since finals were in a few days. You needed to get all of the studying done for all of your classes because you needed to pass with a 3.8 GPA or higher; it was what you expected of yourself.
The funny thing is that you don’t mind studying, you like it, actually. But when you do study, stress comes strolling in as well. Usually you were really good at studying, but lately you couldn’t keep your focus. Too much was on your mind. Your thoughts were cluttered with scientific phrases and math equations, and you couldn’t get a break from self doubt and worry.
“Fuck.” You mutter, turning the card over. “Starch and cellulose. Damn it.” You shake your head, dropping the flash cards on your mattress, rubbing your face with your hands, stressed. You shift your body on your mattress as you lay on your stomach.
“Y/N…” A whine emits from beside you. You look over at Shawn, completely forgetting he had been with you all along.
“What, Shawn?” You snap, immediately feeling guilty. You shouldn’t be taking out your frustrations and stress on Shawn, and you knew it.
“I’m bored.” Shawn whines, leaning his head against your shoulder.
You sigh. “I’m studying right now, Shawn.” You tell him as if he was a four year old.
A growl-like groan slips past his mouth. He didn’t want to wait for you to finish.
Today was just one of those days. It was a Sunday and once again, you had held off your responsibilities all weekend. This happened often since your boyfriend was Shawn Mendes, and he acted like a child whenever he didn’t get what he wanted. You didn’t even want to talk about his puppy eyes and plump lips.
Shawn collapses next to you, his head resting next to your arm, his fluffy hair lightly brushing your skin.
Your eyes study the next flashcard, immediate frustration making your muscles tighten.
Shawn feels your muscles tense, so he starts nudging your arm with his head like a needy dog that just wants attention.
“During fractional distillation, hydrocarbons are separated according to their…” You think for a minute. “Melting point.” You flip the card over. “Boiling point, same thing, damn it!”
Right when you’re about to read the next card, you feel a light poke on your arm continuously.
You look over to see Shawn looking up at you, his chin resting on his forearm on the bed. His hair is messy and a little frizzy, but his eyes stare at you widely. He looked adorable.
As much as you wanted to snuggle with him all day, you had to study your ass off if you wanted to ace your finals.
“Shawn, I can’t now. I’m sorry.” You say, barely shrugging off his sad expression.
“Love me.” Shawn whines, dragging out the ‘e’. “Y/N.” He pokes you again. “I hope you know I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”
You ignore him, reading over the words on the next flash card.
“Water-based liquids can be described as acidic—”
“Y/N, please.” He whines again. “I want kisses.”
“—neutral, or basic, with the—”
“Shawn!” You yell, throwing your cards at him. “Please.”
“B-But…” Puppy eyes.
You roll your eyes, pressing your lips to his hard. He’s slightly taken aback by your actions, thinking you wouldn’t actually kiss him since you’re the most stubborn person ever, but he kisses back soon after.
“Happy?” You ask, pulling away as he pouts at the loss of your touch.
He thinks for a moment, staying silent. He stares at the wall, his eyes slightly dilating. You raise an eyebrow at him expectantly.
Will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?
The next months felt like heaven to Sanji, even
more if he compared them to his journey in hell when the crew fell apart for
the first time. Sure, he missed his crewmates (and if you asked him about Zoro,
he might even change his normal expression), but he couldn’t imagine other
person to live this improvised retirement with. He would wake up every day and
make breakfast while he heard Nami humming happily in the morning as she
watered her beloved tangerine trees. Then they both would have breakfast and
talk about the smallest things, still in their pijamas. Sometimes Nojiko would
appear out of nowhere and scare them both, and when that happened, Nami used to
grab her sister by the shoulder and take her with her. Sometimes he heard them
yell at each other, sometimes all he could hear was laughter. He didn’t
understand their weird relationship, but Nami always came out fully-dressed and
with a brilliant smile, looking as beautiful as always.
But sometimes, he preferred her when she was
just wearing a messy bun and a large t-shirt, just like every morning. It was a
strange feeling, but it felt like she was wearing something more intimate than
any bikini she ever wore. Still, he couldn’t complain about those either. It
was like every piece of fabric was made to be worn by her, or at least to him
Some days they would go for a walk, and visit
Belle-mère’s grave. Nami would tell their adventures to the wind, and he held
Nami tighter when tears started to fall on her face. And although it was hard
to see her breaking down, he really appreciated those moments where she let her
barriers down, and she let him in. Moments like that brought them closer.
They would often visit the Baratie, and Zeff
and the rest of the shitty cooks in there would always joke about giving them
the table with the most romantic view. To the happy couple, they used to say.
At first, Nami was the first one to deny every sign of relationship they could
have (and not just to Zeff, but also to her sister, Genzo and practically
everyone), but as time passed by, Nami would smile and sometimes even joke
about it. He didn’t know what to think about that, either. Was she starting to
have feelings for him, or was it the contrary? Could he hold his hope or should
he give up already? But a man doesn’t give up, not without having tried at
least a hundred times. And he preferred not to count how many times he had
failed, so for him, every chance was the first one. And every time she didn’t
say “no” was a little spark of hope.
By the end of the fifth month, he started to
feel like luck was finally on his side. Or at least, romance was. And what else
could he need? Well, if he started to think about it, he would need Genzo’s
approval, but he was starting to think that he may tolerate him a bit more than
at the beginning. Sure, he liked to remind him of how no man alive could
deserve Nami, but he said it softly, and gave him a pat on the shoulder. And he
was sure that meant something. There are moments when just a look is enough to
know what the other is trying to say, and Sanji knew that this was just the
same. However, he never dared to ask what exactly did Genzo mean with that: was
it an encouraging gesture? Or a “good luck: you’ll need it” one? Anyway, he wasn’t
going to give up. He knew that even if he would want to (which, to be clear, he
didn’t), he couldn’t. He was too tangled in her orange locks, too lost in her
And he had Nojiko on his side, of that he was
pretty sure. And as the good strategist he was, he knew that a strong ally
could mean everything. In war and in love, the battlefield is a cold place, and
when things are going down, it’s better to have someone cheering you up than
sinking just by yourself.
One day, while he was doing laundry, he overheard
one of the secret conversations between the sisters. He didn’t mean to stop and
listen, but his curiosity won that battle.
“… C’mon, haven’t you seen how he looks at
you?” Nojiko said, but he heard no answer from the redhead. “Yes, that’s
exactly the face I’m talking about. And you know those puppy eyes don’t work on
me, so you could save them and answer me.”
Sanji heard Nami pant before saying anything
“Okay, I may have noticed something. But it’s nothing new, his tongue just
hangs out whenever he sees a skirt, I swear.”
Wait, were they talking about him? Did she
really think of him that way? And how could Nojiko not fall for Nami’s puppy
eyes? Sanji had so many questions.
“Well I haven’t seen him flirting with anyone
but you since he came here. And you said it yourself before, he doesn’t even
flinch when a hot girl crosses the door of the Baratie. Doesn’t that mean
“I only said it was weird, since he used to
that and now he doesn’t!” Nami refuted, and he was sure she was holding her
“Then you’re admitting I’m right, sister”
Nojiko laughed, and Sanji could almost hear Nami’s body relaxing “You’re just
avoiding the obvious because you are too afraid of getting hurt that you prefer
to keep thinking he’s some sort of womanizer.”
“He’s not!” Nami yelled, much to Sanji’s
relief. “He’s a gentleman.”
“Then where the hell is the problem? The way I
see it, you two have nothing to lose. He clearly likes you, and if you allow me
to say it, I think he loves you. And just by looking at your red face right
now, I can tell you feel the same.” Nojiko stated.
Sanji waited for Nami’s response. He knew he
should leave, but he couldn’t, not without hearing her answer.
“Fine, you win.” Nami admitted, and Sanji swore
his heart skipped a beat. “I may have developed feelings for that stupid cook.
So what? It’s not like anything is going to change!”
“And why not?” Nojiko asked the same thing
Sanji was questioning “It’s a simple equation: him plus you equals a
relationship! And me getting a beautiful bridesmaid dress at your wedding, and
don’t get me started with kids, because I’m gonna be the best auntie ever!”
Wedding? Kids? Sanji couldn’t process all that
information quickly enough, and when he heard the slightliest movement on the
room, he ran like hell, with the bad luck of bumping into Genzo.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You
almost kill me!” he complained, too loud for Sanji’s own good “What were you
doing? Were you spying on Nami? Or worse… were you sneaking out of her room?!”
“No, sir, I’m sorry but I…” Sanji started to
apologize, even though it wouldn’t matter, because Genzo only believed what he
wanted to believe.
“This is how you pay me for everything I did
for you? I let you in my village, I let you in this house, and you can’t show a
minimum of decency?!”
“Actually, I was just running to make you three
a snack, if that’s okay” Sanji lied, trying to sound convincing. The last thing
he needed right now was Genzo doing another one of his solo shows.
“Oh, okay. That’s… That’s really thoughtful of
you, young man.” Genzo said, and let him go.
Just as Sanji was walking out on his way to the
kitchen (because he now had to prepare three snacks before Genzo suspected a
thing), Genzo called his name. He turned back, just to see him smiling.
“Good luck with that, by the way.” He said with a wink, before disappearing.
“What the hell does that mean?” Sanji thought.
Was he talking about him and Nami? No, he couldn’t… But what if he had? He
didn’t need luck, though. He needed a plan. His eyes were the very image of
hope, and he couldn’t believe his luck: Nami, his Nami, his redhead goddess,
liked him. And not like she liked Luffy, or Usopp, or the marimo. She like liked him. But there was no time to
lose, he needed to act before it was too late. He took his Den-den mushi and
called the Baratie.
“Welcome to the Baratie. What can I offer you?”
a monotone voice said.
“Shitty old man, you better save me the best
table for two you have!” Sanji said happily.
“That lady finally settled for you? I pity her”
the voice responded, with a laugh. If Sanji didn’t know Zeff like he did, he
may have thought he was insulting him, but he knew that deep down he was
smiling. He knew that he was proud.
“I will need you to prepare the most romantic
ambiance you can. Don’t skim on it! After all, it’s not every day when your
little eggplant gets to declare to the love of his life.”
“Actually, it is! You have been swooning over
her the moment she walked in the first place. But don’t worry, we’ve got it all
covered here, son. Now, what should we put on the menu?”
“Nami-san’s favorite dishes, of course. I lend
you a list the last time, you should have it on the kitchen. Also, I need a
fruit salad to be the final dish. It’s a tradition.”
When Sanji told her he had booked up a
reservation in the Baratie, and that everything was set up for dinner, Nami
felt confused. She didn’t remember having agreed on going to dinner that soon
again. However, she didn’t complain. The Baratie meant free exquisite food and
a big smile on Sanji’s face, and even if she wouldn’t admit it, she couldn’t
say no to that happiness he radiated when he walked in that restaurant. She
guessed it would happen the same with her and Cocoyashi, right? And they were
here a whole lot more than in there, so it wasn’t fair.
Nami’s concern grew stronger the closer they
got to the floating restaurant. They took a little ship, as always, but when
Nami grabbed the helm, Sanji didn’t even mutter something about doing it
himself, like he usually did. He seemed off. Was something wrong? She couldn’t
help but worry, although his expression wasn’t tense at all. Maybe he had something important to
discuss with Zeff? Whatever it was, she didn’t feel like interfering. After
all, he never did it when she was talking with her sister, and she appreciated
that. That allowed them to have conversations like the last one… Her face
turned red while thinking about it. How embarrassing would it have been? She
almost admitted she liked him! Nami tugged her dress. Her sister convinced her
to wear it just in case it was a date, and she ended up doing what she said. Of
course it wasn’t a date, but if it was, she admitted she wouldn’t have said no.
And that was enough for her sister to swing around the house like crazy,
Finally, they arrived to the Baratie. Sanji
took her hand and drove her headfirst. He had been practicing his speech in his
head during the run, but he couldn’t remember a single word now. He breathed
heavily, trying not to panic.
“You can do this” he whispered to himself.
“Do what?” Nami asked him. He always forgot her
sensitive hearing, didn’t he? Luckily, Zeff welcomed her and lead her to their
table. Sanji had to admit the work was impeccable, and Nami’s smile was so wide
he almost felt his heart melting. God, that woman could really bring him down
without even muttering a single word.
“What is this?” Nami asked Zeff, her eyes
examining every slight change of the restaurant. “It’s not Valentine’s Day, is
She pointed at the table, filled with rose
“Just sit down, miss” Zeff responded with a
smile “Your meal will be served in a minute.”
Zeff gave a little tap in the shoulder to Sanji
as he headed to the kitchen. That was
it. It was time.
“Sanji-kun…” Nami called his name, before he
could say a word “What is going on? Is this because of Usopp?”
Usopp? Why would it be about Usopp? His face
had to look like a puzzle, because Nami laughed and explained herself.
“It turns out our friend Usopp got engaged with
her childhood crush just a few hours ago. I thought he told you.”
Usopp, engaged? Sanji couldn’t believe. Him, out of all people, the first one to
get married! And there was him, who still couldn’t confess his feelings
properly to the woman she loved, even though she was standing right next to
“No” he managed to say “I didn’t know about
Usopp, and this is definitively not
about him. This is all because of you.
Listen, I… I don’t even know how to start to tell you how much you mean for me.
You’re gorgeous, you’re witty, you’re everything I try to tell you when you
roll your eyes; but you tend to ignore me, and don’t get me wrong, because I
know I can be a little annoying, but that’s just my way to be perseverant.
Because I do know one thing: You don’t give up on the things you love. And I’ve
never loved anyone as much I love you.”
Nami opened her mouth to speak, but Sanji kept
“And I guess I never thought I actually had a
chance with you, so I stuck with our friendship. I thought that would be
enough, because it was the only thing I aspired to. But then… And please don’t
get to angry at me right now because I know Zeff is probably looking at us and
I don’t want him to see it, but I kind of heard a piece of conversation you had
with your sister, so I’m sorry for that. But I can’t apologize for what I
heard, because it made me feel like the luckiest man alive. I guess what I’m
trying to say is… Will you share your
life with me for the next ten lifetimes?”
After his speech, Nami was a complete mess. She
felt angry because she spied on them, she was also embarrassed for what he
heard, but she was… Happy. Like, extremely happy. And relieved. Since he asked
her out, now she didn’t have to do it herself.
“I think I can handle that” Nami responded,
grabbing him by the tie and pushing him closer to her. She was so close she
could feel his heart beating really fast, his heavy breathing right next to
hers. She saw excitement in his eyes, and she stepped even closer. So close
their lips were almost touching. But she decided that wasn’t close enough, so
she kissed him. It was slow but passionate for her, and simply perfect for him.
“So how much is it to share our lifes for not
one, but ten lifetimes?” she asked when they distanced.
“Just as much as you want it to be” he said,
stepping closer once again.
Ohmygod I can’t believe this series is finally over. Part 4 was longer than I expected, but I hope I didn’t dissapoint you. I’m gonna miss these two like crazy, so I’ll probably start another fic right away.
Thank you for the lovely comments throughout this project, and of course, for reading it! ♥
Lin Manuel Miranda x reader + slight Daveed x reader I guess
Summary: Reader goes on as Angelica for the first time, while trying to figure things out with Lin.
Warnings: Like, two swear words?
Word count: 1035
A/N: My first Hamilcast fic and my first RPF.
Lin popped his head into your dressing room. “(Y/N), you’re on tonight!” he said excitedly. You rolled your eyes.
“I’m on every night, Lin.”
“No,” he shook his head, “I mean you’re on as Angelica! Renee couldn’t make it.” You froze and felt your heartbeat quicken.
“Shit.” He laughed and rolled his eyes.
“You’ll be fine!” He yelled as he walked away.
“Lin? Get back here!” You said, panicked, but he didn’t turn back.
You spent the next couple hours stressing, half hoping something would happen so that you wouldn’t have to preform. Maybe you could get hit my a car? Or suddenly be very ill? You were part of the ensemble and just that, but this evening were going to play Angelica Schuyler. You weren’t ready.
When Lin asked you a month ago if you were willing to learn the part so that you could step in instead of Renee if there was such a need, you nearly declined. You weren’t good with having the spotlight on you. As an ensemble member, you were part of a group and no one ever concentrated on just you. You were going to apologise and say that you weren’t able to do it, but then Lin smiled and pulled those cute puppy eyes and started talking about how you would be amazing and you had grudgingly agreed.
It was because of that stupid crush. When you first met him, you knew you would immediately be friends. He had an amazing energy in him and always made you laugh and feel extremely happy. You had similar interests and quickly grew to know each other really well. It was a couple months after you started performing when you realised you had a crush on him. You really couldn’t help it, he was perfect. Smart, handsome, witty, funny.
You groaned into your arms as you lay on the couch of the ‘chill room’.
“I’m gonna fuck this up.” you said and heard someone behind you laughing.
“Shut up Daveed.” You grumbled and sat up.
“Come on (Y/N), you’re gonna be great. Seriously? What’s with the self doubt?” He asked, sitting next to you and nearly squashing you.
“I don’t like being centre stage.”
“But don’t you want to have a chance to flirt with Lin?” You elbowed him hard. “What? I know you have a crush on him, you’re kinda obvious sometimes. He likes you too you know?”
“Ha ha, yeah right.” You scoffed, but smiled. Daveed was a good friend.
“(Y/N)?” You heard Lin calling out, probably to tell you to get ready and give you a pep talk. You turned to Daveed with tired eyes.
“Gotta go.” You stood up to leave but Daveed grabbed your arm to stop you, his eyes glinting. “I’ll show you he likes you.” He tugged on your sleeve and brought you to him. He placed a hand on your neck and moved towards you, hovering just centimetres above your lips, silently asking for your permission. You nodded, unsure and suddenly he was kissing you passionately.
“(Y/N)?” Lin entered the room and you immediately turned around to him.
“Sorry.” He stuttered, red as a beet, looking unsure and maybe you were imagining it, but a little sad? “I, um… I’ll see you later.” He quickly walked out and you looked at Daveed, who was smirking. You pushed him away.
“Talk to the guy. You two need to get together.” He got up to go.
“Hey, you don’t get to just walk away!” You called after him and he laughed.
“You’ll do great as Angelica, stop stressing. Now go find Lin.” He left.
You had half an hour before the show started and decided it would be better to talk to Lin sooner than later. You found him in his dressing room, going through some papers.
“Hey, am I interrupting?” You asked, knocking on the door.
“Just looking at some fanart.” He said, not meeting your eye.
“You and Daveed, huh?” He interrupted you with a smile, which could have passed as natural, had you not known him so well.
“There’s no me and Daveed Lin. He wanted to rile you up and kissed me when he heard you coming.” You shuffled awkwardly. “Just… wanted you to know that.” There was an awkward silence and you turned around to leave. “I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. I’m just gonna-“
“Good.” He met your eye. “I… it’s good that you two aren’t together.”
“15 minutes till places.” You heard over the comm and hesitated.
“I gotta go get ready, talk to you later?” You didn’t want to leave like this but the both of you needed to get into costumes.
“Yeah, good luck.” He smiled fully and went up to hug you. “You’ll be great.”
The show was spectacular and you didn’t mess anything up. When you finished, you were greeted by a standing ovation. As you exited the stage, you were immediately swept up by your cast mates congratulating you.
You quickly changed into normal clothes and made your way to Lin’s dressing room. You met Jonathan on your way and raised your eyebrows.
“Giving you some space.” He winked and you smiled. You entered the room and was met by Lin in a t-shirt and Hamilton’s pants.
“Hi.” You said and sat down in one of the chairs. “You were great today.”
“Me? I was nothing compared to you, you were amazing!” He exclaimed.
“Thanks. I guess we haven’t finished the conversation from before?” You said, not quite sure of the situation. He laughed.
“Yes.” He stood in front of you. “(Y/N). I really like you. Would you like to go out on a date with me sometime?” Despite his confident voice, you could see he was nervous. He was wringing his hands and looking down at his feet. “I mean, we can also forget that this ever happened, I don’t want to make things awkward.”
“Lin.” He looked up at you. “I really like you too.”
Later on, you got a text from Daveed.
Are you two banging yet, or do you want me to help with that? ;)