#sunny hits 1k!

[daegall]

?!#. BEST FRIENDS DO THAT . . . RIGHT?

welcome to sunny (aka user daegall)'s 1k event !

as you all (might) know, I, sunny, have hit 1k followers on my blog ! thank you to every follower, reader, moot, supporter for making this milestone that I didn't think I could achieve come true. I couldn't have done it without you guys, truly.

the theme is : best friends to lovers !

after lots of contemplation, lots of feedback from readers, I've decided to make the theme best friends to lovers since, not only do I love writing, but I love reading this trope too!

since I wanted this event to be for sunflowers to find lots of fics when they want, I first intended the event to be for any trope. But since I have a certain attachment towards this certain trope (and I already made the header HAHA i . i am not good at editing) i thought it should focus on this trope.

I apologize to those who may be disappointed or disagree, but I thought for something that I want to celebrate, I want it to have something I'm attached to :)

and of course, as a huge sunflower and a hyuck enthusiast, this event is dedicated to none other than our ray of sunshine, Haechan !

rules !

if you do intend to participate in this event (which i thank you completely for, it would make me more than happy ^^) please do make the work sfw! i am a minor, and of course am not comfortable with anything nsfw. suggestive is allowed, just not too much hehe

tag me !!! this is probably mandatory in case your work doesn't show up in the tags ^^

if you do want to use the tags, the tag will be #daegall 1k event !! feel free to post as many works as you like, there is minimum/maximum word count, as long as it has haechan, and the bff2l trope (and is sfw), anything is fine ! more on the fluffy side, more angst, crack? as long as the idiots get together, I want it :)

this event will be going on for about a month and a half, starting officially on the 14th of June, 2022, and ending on August 31st, 2022 ^^ hopefully that's enough time for you guys, but if you do post a work after and say that it was originally meant for this event, i will 100% include it (since i've probably done that too HAHA)

have fun!!!!!! go bonkers make haechan and reader do the randomest shit ever, make them go on (not so) platonic dates or get wasted or go swim in the dead of night where they know they are not allowed to (and yet still get caught by a security guard) i will literally love you if you participate just a little bit in this event i swear

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

ponytail

words: 1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, blowjob, face fucking a bit, hair play?, mentions of thigh riding, public sex

“can i join you today rafey?” you ask, plopping down on his lap. 

“join me for what?” he questions, dropping his phone onto the couch, the weather app still opened up, checking the radar and wind direction.

“golf, duh.” you say like it's obvious. he does usually go on fridays, so it's no surprise that he would be going today, especially since it was pretty sunny out

“oh.” rafe says, his eyebrows raising in surprise. “you really want to go with me?”

“mhm.” you nod. “i bought a new golf skirt.” 

“ah, now it makes sense.” rafe laughs, pulling you into his chest when you pout. “of course you can come baby.”

“yay!” you press a kiss to his lips, your hands coming to rest on his strong jaw. “im gonna go get ready.”

you hop up off of rafes lap, but not before giving him another kiss. you head upstairs, excited to get dressed in your new golfing outfit. you apply makeup, figuring you'd get rafe to take some cute pictures of you for instagram.

you tie your hair up in a ponytail before adjusting your skirt and putting on your golf shoes.

“all ready, rafey.” you bound back down the stairs. rafe perks up instantly when he sees you in your tiny skirt.

“you look hot.” rafe says as he stands, coming over to deliver a kiss.

“thanks baby.” you smile, rafe still managing to make you blush even after you've been together for over a year.

“come on, let's go before it gets too busy.” rafe says, taking your hand in his as he leads you out the door.

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“rafe, cut it out.” you say with a laugh as his hands find a way to your waist again.

“i can't help it baby, you look so good.” he groans, pulling your body against his, not letting you swing your club and hit the golf ball.

“i know, but i gotta hit this! don't you wanna move on to the next hole?” you question. it's an easy putt, which is all you really like to do. you always start your turn from where rafes first hit lands, it makes golf easier and more enjoyable for you. rafe even lets you drive the cart from time to time. 

“wanna move on to your next hole.” rafe says, making you lean against him as you howl with laughter.

“that was so stupid!”

“shut up.” rafe groans, burying his head in your shoulder, glad that you wore a tank top today that didn't cover too much of your skin as he kisses where your neck meets your shoulder.

“you are corny, rafe cameron.” you say with a roll of your eyes, pulling away from his grabby hands so you can finally make your putt.

you line up your shoot before tapping the ball into the hole, letting out a whoop in happiness at getting it in.

“good job.” rafe says, giving you a high five.

you retrieve your ball before heading to the next hole, frowning when rafe turns the golf cart the wrong direction.

“uh… rafe?” you question as he pulls behind a patch of woods.

“wanna suck me off baby?” he questions as he puts the cart into park, looking over at where you are perched on the golf cart next to him.

“oh!” you squeal, now understanding why he took you to the one secluded part of the course. “yes!”

rafe laughs, stepping out of the cart and moving to the other side. you get on your knees in the cart, not wanting to dirty them in the grass.

rafe tugs his zipper down as you work the button open, mouth already salivating.

you pull his pants down to his thighs, his underwear coming with it as his cock perks up, already hardening. rafe glances around, double checking that no one is around as you grasp his cock. 

you open your mouth, stroking over his cock as you rub the head against your tongue. rafe lets out a quiet moan, his hand moving to grip your ponytail.

“gonna fuck your mouth, yeah?” rafe questions. he wants to let you take your time, but he also doesn’t want to get in trouble with the country club if he gets caught. 

you nod, opening your mouth as rafe pushes your head down on his cock, his hips pushing forward at the same time. you place your hands on his thighs to keep yourself steady as he uses your ponytail to guide you up and down.

rafe only takes it slow for a minute before he begins to snap his hips forward, his cock growing inside your mouth.

he wraps your ponytail around his head for a better grip. you squeeze your eyes closed at the pain of your hair being pulled, you panties flooding with wetness.

“good girl.” rafe praises you, pumping faster. you moan around his length, glad that you have enough practice on his cock to accommodate him easily, remembering when you first blew him and was unable to take him all the way into your mouth.

you whine as rafe yanks on your hair, using your mouth to get himself off. your throat constricts around him as you resist the urge to cough, managing to squeeze your fists tightly and avoid gagging.

rafe picks his head up from looking at you to glance around again, but he sees no carts or players nearby. 

“gonna cum in your mouth baby.” rafe warns, imagining if you did get caught, if someone saw you being such a good slut for him, your jaw slack as his cock pulses in your mouth.

rafe releases quickly after his warning, cum spurting into your mouth. you moan around his length, sucking gently as you help him ride out his high.

rafe pulls you off by your ponytail, tucking his cock back into his pants and redoing them.

“you messed up my hair.” you pout, trying to smooth out your ponytail.

“sorry, baby.” rafe says, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. you wipe your mouth and move to sit back on the seat of the cart, stretching your legs out.

“wanna ride my thigh to make up for it?” rafe asks, sticking his leg out.

“oh, yes!” you squeal, sliding over to push your crotch into his thigh, straddling him.

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[pickingupmymercedes]

She's here and she's ours - Lewis Hamilton

Pure fluff.

Sequel She's here and she's not only ours (+1k)

pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!

wordcount: +1k

a/n: I'm 100% sure Lewis is gonna be a girl dad, like there's no other option in my mind. Also, I might make this a series of firsts with his kids, maybe 🙃

As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!

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First-borns took longer to come, you’d been told that much, but 26 hours of active labor seemed like a bad joke.

The due date had been almost a week prior, which meant she had to be induced, but at the end of it all a perfectly healthy, and tad bit big, 20.7 inches and 7.3 pounds baby girl had made her arrival in the early hours of a cold, but sunny, Wednesday. 

The three days stay at the hospital also meant all of your and his family had had more than enough time to get to Monaco still in time to chat, have lunch and joke around with you, contractions only ever getting really strong the night before your water finally broke. At a time your perfectly thought-out labor plan had already been torn to pieces.

She was meant to be born in the water, that’s how you and Lewis had dreamt of for months, but being as stubborn as both of you were she didn’t turn and a breach meant being ready for an emergency c-section, if needed. It also meant an epidural would be more than likely required, something you fought your hardest against but eventually agreed to after a couple hours with labor going quicker with the water broken. At the end you still managed to have her naturally, with a second degree tear nonetheless.

But the tiredness, your back killing you, the heartburn, the swollen feet and the pain, none of it took center stage in your mind as you watched your daughter, as weird as that word sounded, falling asleep in her father’s chest.

As soon as she had had her first feed in your breast the nurse asked if skin on skin with the father was something you both would like to happen. His eyes, who had been gleaming with pride since the second the doctor announce she was girl, watered as the nurse handed the infant to a shirtless Lewis, seated at your side in the sofa by the window.

She squirmed a bit as her small body tried to find comfort against his muscular chest, one of his hands almost big enough to hold her entire body while the other supported her neck and head. And as if in a movie, as soon as he spoke, her body relaxed and she contently sighted with the sound she had spent the last months hearing from inside you, a voice almost as constant as yours to her.

“She’s here, babe, and she’s all ours.” You couldn’t really tell if he was telling you or himself that, his eyes wouldn’t leave the infant in his arms and his movements were careful and kept to a minimal

“How you feeling dad?” Your voice breaking the spell he seemed to be under, his eyes shining with love for his family, the one he finally had.

“Amazed, hopeful, scared… in love” He almost whispered after thinking for a bit.

It was Lewis first year with Ferrari, all the excitement and buzz from the move were gone and real life had set in. Redbull were still dominating the grid, Ferrari a bit closer than the previous year, with both driver even managing to snatch a vitory each, but still the focus was now on the new regs for the 2026 car.

The mandatory summer shutdown was the perfect opportunity to destress for at least a week before the chaos started back again and Lewis made sure the ever-shorter time he had for a vacation would be perfectly spent with family and friends alike, somewhere in the sunny Mediterranean ocean.

It was on a hot and clear night that summer that your lives began to really change.

His step mom was talking about how hard it’d become to gain a few pounds of lean mass after menopause had hit, a curiously shy Willow asking her mom what menopause was and getting the period talk on the side while you mentally panicked that your period had been due for at least about 2 weeks, something you completely put to the back of your mind with the craziness of summer shutdown preparations.

You were on birth control, but still it could happen, you both knew that and had agreed on no condoms. Later that night, while Lewis got a late workout in and everyone else went to bed, you franticly looked for the package at the bottom of your suitcase, hoping the damn thing was still there.

Almost twenty minutes later Lewis found you on the bed staring at the night sea, lost in thoughts, shaking and so in over your head it took him at least 10 minutes to comprehend your rumbles about the test, still untouched at the adjoining suite sink, the line that read “pregnant 5-6 weeks” screaming back at you both.

To say the pregnancy took sometime getting used to was a light hearted way to say you went through hell mentally and physically. But still, the moment that tiny creature first kicked you after hearing her father’s voice melted any sign of a doubt left.

You were not only gifting Lewis his most treasured wish, you were gifting yourself a perfect symbol of the respect, companionship and love you two shared. A tiny human you and him got to raise and protect until she went out into the world and left her mark.

As everyone else came into the room to finally meet the newest Hamilton, Lewis’ moment with his newborn was interrupted by his mom getting to hold her newest grandkid, followed closely by his sisters, brother, niece and nephew crowding the sofa he sat just a few moments before.

“Thank you, babe, truly. I don’t even know how to tell you how grateful I am.” His lips kissing your hair from the top of your bed, eyes attentively watching as your girl got passed around.  

“We’ll have at least 18 more years with her, you’ll have time.” You looked up at him to get his toothy smile just as your family walked into the room to complete the party.

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[ghostlyfleur]

𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬

eddie munson x new girl

contents: new girl referred to as angel, lovesick!eddie, strangers to friends to lovers, hellfire club, dustin henderson cameo, mutual pining, inexperienced!reader, shy!reader, maybe fairy!reader but i’m not sure yet.

word count: ~1k

summary: eddie lets his love consume him, and he’s okay with it.

eddie munson is down bad. in love. completely enamored. shot by cupid. and she’s beautiful. the fairest maiden in all the land.

she’s all flowery dresses, flowy skirts, cozy sweaters, butterfly clips in her hair, fairy wing eyeliner design and shimmery glitter on her eyelids, sparkly pink lipgloss, highlighter on her cheekbones— the prettiest angel he’s ever seen. absolutely ethereal. the thing is, she’s terribly clueless. oblivious, even. her and eddie have built a lovely friendship over the last few months, ever since he met her when he picked dustin up from the library. that’s when it happened. that’s when he got hit. an arrow straight through his heart.

his angel — because she must be an angel, with the way the sun followed her around and made her shimmer — was aiding dustin with his search, trying to find books on supernatural lore that he could take inspiration from for the campaign he was putting together. it was dustin’s first campaign in his hellfire club career, and he was taking it very seriously to eddie’s amazement and amusement. but whatever thoughts about dungeons and dragons that were swirling around his head cleared completely at the sight of her; in her white sandals, knee-length white silky skirt, and alice in wonderland graphic tank top she was a sight to behold. a mirage. a dream. sunny disposition, bright smile, fidgety hands, and the most enchanting voice— a siren call, really. and eddie was hooked. it didn’t help that dustin talked his ear off about the nice girl that was quick to provide him with an immense list of folklore and magic lore books that could help him, about fairytales and whimsical creatures.

“she talked about fairies as if she were one, dude, it was sick!” dustin gushed.

eddie noticed the kid kept going back to the same library, kept entering his van afterwards with a list of books and another cute tale revolving around the pretty angel girl of eddie’s dreams. until one day dustin looked all nervous and coy and a little scared, and yeah, usually eddie loved to invoke that same reaction from him, but this time he didn’t know the reason behind it, behind the kid’s hesitant gaze. and truly it couldn’t have been a better reason. dustin wanted the mystery angel to be able to attend hellfire, to watch his campaign.

“‘s the least i can do, man! she helped me with a lot of it and she was like- super interested in my shirt and stuff, please?” eddie’s quick reply, the resounding ‘yes’ he couldn’t hold back, caught dustin by surprise but he didn’t question it. don’t look a gift horse in the mouth and all that, right?

angel showed up in a long skirt with a flower pattern, converse shoes, and a black queen shirt tucked in. braided hair, lipgloss, and a tupperware box filled with chocolate chip cookies for the whole club.

“my thanks for letting me crash your campaign.”

eddie was hooked. once the session was done and the boys were gone, thanking her profusely for the treats after they picked her brain for cryptid lore, she stayed behind to help eddie tidy up, and they talked about music. she was shy, incredibly so, soft spoken and giggly and socially awkward, but she laughed at eddie’s jokes and playfully teased him once or twice, and complimented his bats tattoo, so eddie offered her a ride home. she gracefully declined, claiming she drove herself, so he walked her to her car instead.

plans were made so that she attended each of dustin’s campaign sessions and through those sessions, the clean up afterwards, the talks about music and bands and movies, their time together evolved to going for milkshake afterwards, a coffee shop for some hot chocolate sometimes, and a friendship blossomed. a very strong one at that.

being alone, living alone, existing alone was kind of her thing— she preferred to be by herself, to indulge in her hobbies on her own, because she was anxious. extremely anxious. but apparently not at all reserved about it or ashamed of talking about it, which was proven by the fact that she casually let it slip pass her lips that she had an anxiety disorder the very first time she was alone with eddie after hellfire.

not a single sign of shame or guilt in admitting it, and eddie admired that.

admired that she was a loner even though she was so polite and kind, ready to send anyone she walked past a smile because she knew how much it mattered to those who needed a little kindness. a quiet soul but couldn’t shut up if you cared enough to figure out her interests, she laughed at everything, giggled without reason sometimes, talked to herself a lot, was often lost in daydreams, had a dark sense of humor surprisingly. complex but friendly. eddie couldn’t get enough, always wanting to find out more about her, to talk to her more, to understand her more.

but most importantly, in her opinion, eddie allowed her to be herself without any judgment. encouraged her even. and that was priceless. so yes, a strong friendship bloomed, but neither one of them wanted to stop at just that. the dark haired boy was quickly aware of his growing feelings, his attraction, his infatuation that turned to love, while his angel didn’t clock in on her emotions quite so fast, being entirely inexperienced and lacking any previous romantic validation. her anxiety and introverted tendencies played a part in that too, probably.

but that’s alright, eddie is more than okay with waiting for her to catch up.

♡

── harmo’s footnotes:

i love thinking about our sweet eddie falling for a soft girl. he deserves a cozy, comfy, cute love story! please remember to show your support by reblogging!

masterlist. eddie dreams.

ghostlyfleur © — all rights reserved. do not repost, copy, or translate.

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[flordeamatista]

Give It To Me

pairing: dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader 

concept: Cool breezes on a hot day, tenderly touch my lips, my body, and my soul. 

word count: 1k

warnings: a sunny day with Bucky, soft kisses, pool day,hot summer days, s—mut- hitting from the back= position, tiny breast worship,praise,nicknames:Printsessa ──Princess

a/n: Here's a cute daydream I wrote while counting the days until sunny days

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel

line divider: @s-tarksintern

masterlist

There is a honeyed flower drifting in the air from the secret blooms under lacy clouds and a sun that glistens in the sky

When you are adding sunscreen and trying to see your back through the shadow, you squint, tilting your head to make sure you don’t miss any spots. 

“Would you like some help, Printsessa?" Bucky, shirtless, looks like he'll join you today, and the sun illuminates every ab he has. His broad shoulders and toned back, along with his firm legs, are a sight to behold. You can’t help but admire how incredible he looks in the sun. His physique is both intimidating and attractive. 

Biting your lip, you admire the view in front of you. When he sees you looking at him, he smirks and walks towards you.

"I applied it on my front, but my arms can't bend that way on my back." you reply. 

He smiles, "Let me help you. I have experience with this kind of thing." He reaches out and begins applying the lotion to your back.

Those gigantic hands press cold lotion into the place on your spine. It sends a shiver down your body, a jolt of electricity that sends a wave of relaxation through you. You feel your muscles loosen and the tension in your body melt away. However, your mind turns back to when you first felt a drop of water fall out of Bucky's hair. This is combined with the lotion on your spine and the sunscreen applied by your hot neighbor. 

You want him to feel more than just your back.

The water drops runs from your neck down your spine in slow motion. You feel his finger racing to stop it and he’s near your lower back area. His touch lingers longer than it should have and you feel your heart beat faster. 

You want to turn around and pull him closer, but instead you stay still, lost in the moment. "Is this alright?" His hand brushes up your spine, and he leans in close until his lips are only a whisper away from your ears.

"More, please." you softly murmur, then reply quickly, "I mean on the lower back since I can't reach." He smiles, and his hands explore further, sending shivers up and down your spine. He kisses your neck, and you feel his lips curve into a smile as he whispers, "Like this?" It feels like fire against your skin. His hands move in circles, and your body relaxes as your eyes close. 

You nod in response, feeling safe and content in his embrace.

“I need more."

“Let me give you more, Printsessa. Trust me.” He whispers words of praise and admiration in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. 

 You turned around and kiss him. 

The kiss was like sunscreen, a salty-sweet reminder of the summer sun. 

In one swift movement, he removes the bathing suit from your body, letting you feel the cool air, the sun, and his hands on your body.

Bucky wants to tease you more and encourage you to be his. He steps closer and runs his hands over your body, admiring you.

Cool breezes on a hot day, tenderly touch my lips, my body, and my soul. 

Grasping your thighs and slapping your butt, he rests his head on your shoulder and feels how beautiful you felt around his cock. Teasingly nibbling your neck, he rocks his hips on your ass.  His mind is on the verge of slipping away, for who knows how long. His movements are getting faster and faster. He feels the heat of your body. 

He pulls you closer as he places his hands on your waist. He looks into your eyes and caresses your face, brushing his lips against yours. "You're now mine," he whispers as he breathes on your neck. He plays at your breast as his hands slide down your neck. He bites into your skin while holding one hand on your nipple and the other on your waist.

He deftly grasps one nipple between thumb and forefinger, squeezing it gently, pulling it gently. In the shadows and sun, he can see the shuddering from you around him. His hand is placed on your mouth when he says, "So sensitive, Princess". 

You close your eyes, savoring the sensation, letting out a soft moan. He moves to the other nipple, treating it in the same way, eliciting the same reaction from you. His hands move down your body, sending ripples of pleasure through you. 

You let out a low moan as his hands continue to explore.

As the sunshine pours forth from my core, I feel my lips tingle with desire.

"Open for me." He slides two fingers in, torturously matching the rhythm of fingering your mouth with fucking your ass. His breathing becomes heavy as he looks up to the sky and says, "My, how your body responds so beautifully to my every touch."

"“I know, it takes some getting used to. I'll get her wet." He tugs at your nipple with his free hand, moaning. His thrusts are getting stronger, and he kisses your neck as he continues to fill you up. He grabs your hips and moves his hips in a circular motion, drawing out every moan and gasp from your lips.

 He finally reaches his climax, and you feel every shudder as he fills you with pleasure.

Let your body burn with lust as they touch my skin

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[junosmindpalace]

Im in love with your senku x reader writings

They are absolutely adorable🥺

Ive been sick for a whole week now and i still feel terrible

It made me wonder how Senku would act with reader being sick and bedridden?

And Senku is just near her side, watching over her?🥺

Maybe y/n collapses during all the hard work in the stone world, and turns out having a strong fever?

Watching her fall asleep, keeping her tucked in, handing her water etc

I think they would be the absolute cutest 🥺🥺

thank you so much for your request and patience! i hope you were able to recover quickly (me and my horrid timing…)!

--! warnings: sickness, anxiety(?)

--> wc: 1k

The shift from living in an advanced civilization to the stone age was massive and required a lot of adjusting. 

You were fortunate enough to exist in a time where everything you could ever want and need was easily accessible, from all the knowledge in the world at your fingertips to all sorts of items at your disposal. All your basic necessities could be easily met with a short walk to the supermarket. 

So when all of that turned upside down, it was a challenge to keep up.

The petrification took a large toll on you when you awoke from your lengthy slumber. You were powerless to save the people you loved and who brought you comfort. Most of your time was spent attempting to accommodate your new living circumstances, physically and mentally. 

Anxiety and panic was a constant in the back of your mind with so much unknown about the potential attack on mankind, and you were unable to soothe yourself with the hobbies you once enjoyed. Your physical health also suffered. Your diet had changed drastically, you were forced to take on a lot of labor in order to stay alive. 

But throughout it all, Senku made adjusting easier by helping you learn everything you needed to know to help you survive in your new environment. The two of you worked together to hunt, build shelter and tools and fashion clothing. Senku’s determination and upbeatness despite such a traumatic life altering event helped keep you sane. You didn’t need to strain yourself as much when Taiju and Yuzuriha later joined the group either, especially with Taiju’s endless stamina. 

When you and Senku split from your friends in order to establish alliances with other potential survivors, you came along a small village that also helped in terms of labor. You befriended and recruited many strong and resourceful people to help the both of you with your mission. Still, you were doing a lot. Your body didn’t have the time to gradually adjust to your new lifestyle. 

For a while, you were able to push through. For the sake of your survival, work took priority. But eventually, sometime after Ruri was cured, you couldn’t keep hitting ignore on your exhaustion, and eventually you felt the consequences of this action catch up to you.

It seemed that there was always something to do in Ishigami Village, which was unsurprising considering your circumstances. It was a particularly harsh sunny day, the sun beating down at the villagers who tried, futilely, to rid themselves of the discomfort the sun’s glare brought them.

“Particularly hot out today, huh, Senku?” Gen panted out from beside his scientist friend, the two both sharing uncomfortable looks on their faces. 

“It hasn’t been this hot in a while! We should make sure the children and elderly are alright.” Kohaku commented upon overhearing, putting a hand over her eyes to shield the sun’s rays and survey the villagers. Senku mimicked her not far away. 

“We won’t get much work done under these conditions. We should probably-” Senku had started, but a thud interrupted his train of thought. Everyone turned toward the sound to find you had collapsed and lied unconscious on the ground. 

Immediately your friends were at your side, the strongest villagers, Kohaku and Magma, carrying you into one of the huts in the village. After Senku assessed you, he realized to his horror that you had come down with a strong fever. In the modern world, a cold was nothing to stress over, especially at your age. But with the change in…everything, it was a lot more concerning, especially since Ruri had almost died of pneumonia.

Luckily, the Kingdom of Science’s sulfa drug was successful, but the downside was that it needed time to create again. In the meantime, your friends did everything they could to accommodate your sickness, Senku being at the forefront of it all.

Kohaku delivered spring water like she did in order to help with Ruri’s sickness, and Chrome, along with Suika and other villagers, would collect various supplies Senku advised him of to help with your recovery- food, materials for medical tools and the like. Senku stayed by your side throughout it all, making sure to assess you regularly and work to get the panacea done as soon as possible.

It was uncomfortable enough being sick in the modern world, but with the amount of pain you were in from your fever along with not being able to enjoy your old comforts, the fever took a higher toll on you than expected.

Senku stayed by your side to soothe you the best ways he knew how. He used his knowledge of science to create whatever forms of entertainment he could, and having another person from your time was also a comfort. He did his best to make you laugh and help keep you out of your panicked mindset.

At the peak of your illness, and when your anxiety was at its highest, Senku stayed by your side and watched over you until you fell asleep, sometimes lingering in the house or setting up his own sleeping bag beside. He convinced himself it was for your peace of mind, but deep down, being near you and able to quickly respond to anything alarming also helped put his heart and mind at ease.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N. You’ll recover from this, I’m ten billion percent certain of it. Get your rest.” He’d tell you with all the confidence in the world, and it was hard not to believe him when his words were so firm and full of certainty. 

Senku would lean over and tuck you in, insisting that it was important that you kept yourself warm. He helped you drink water when you were too weak to do so yourself, and encouraged you to sleep a lot in between meals.  

Your sickness put you out of commission for work for a while before the medicine was finished, and even after taking the medicine, your body still needed to adjust after having been used to more modern ones. 

Eventually your fever symptoms slowly started to lessen, and through the hot spring water, food and other things, along with Senku’s assessments of your condition, you were back on your feet feeling reborn. Senku made sure to continue monitoring you from time to time, and told you to come to him if you were ever feeling down again, both physically and mentally (because as much as you wanted to avoid worrying him, his attentive eye and big heart always manage to see through you).

#senku ishigami x reader #senku ishigami scenario #senku ishigami fluff #senku ishigami hcs #senku ishigami headcanons #senku ishigami oneshot #senku headcanons #senku x reader #senku oneshot #senku hcs #dr stone scenarios #dr stone imagines #dr stone headcanons #dr stone oneshots

[rollinouttahere-writes]

could I have a dark chocolate number 7 with Nico Robin?. Thank you

I just had to get the Robin request I had done today since it's her birthday

Yandere Robin x GN!Reader

1k words

Prompt:

I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.

Robin adores these moments.

Being able to enjoy a quiet moment without fear is a gift in and of itself. Being able to do so in your company? Priceless. She wouldn’t trade it for the world.

The Thousand Sunny was currently docked at a new island, and you two decided to spend some precious downtime at a local cafe after checking out a bookstore. Both of you were silently enjoying each other’s company while reading your respective finds. Words weren’t necessary during times like these. 

Nothing could ruin this.

The door to the cafe chimed as a new customer walked in. Instinctively, Robin spared a glance to see who it was. Such vigilance was a force of habit at this point in her life, one she doubted would go away anytime soon, if ever. Her grip on the book tightened when she noticed who it was.

She hadn’t caught the pest’s name yet, and frankly she didn’t care to. She had encountered him at the aforementioned bookstore when he decided that you were simply the most attractive person he’d ever seen- the one thing they could agree on- and incessantly hit on you until you two were able to sneak out a side door when he wasn’t looking. 

Was it a coincidence that he came here too, or was he now adding stalking to his list of undesirable traits?

Robin’s stiff demeanor managed to catch your attention, “Is everything alright, you look- Oh.” Your eyes followed her own and spotted the problem. You abruptly lifted your book so that it was covering your face, “Maybe if we keep our heads down he won’t see us.”

“Oh hey, fancy seeing you here!”

Shit. So much for your idea.

The nuisance confidently strolled up to the table, zeroing in on you while ignoring Robin. You cringed away as he sidled right up to you; not quite invading your personal space yet, but not far off from doing so either. 

“Yeah, what a coincidence,” you said flatly, not looking away from your book.

Undeterred by your response, he keeps talking, “How about I join you? We can finish-”

“Don’t, just leave.” If you were going to be too polite to tell this prick off, then Robin would take the reins. She had no problem telling some creep that can’t take a hint to piss off. The man gawked at her, taken aback to be getting told off. Robin continued, “They couldn’t be more obviously disinterested in you, get over yourself.”

“I didn’t ask you, I don’t care what you think.” He was positively seething, a vein in his forehead throbbed out.

“She’s right.” His head whipped back to you as you spoke up. “I’m with her. I’m not interested in getting to know you.”

The pest looked so mad that Robin was readying herself to defend you in case he lashed out. After a tense pause, his arm shot out and knocked your books off the table and then he immediately turned to run away from the situation like a coward. But not before spitting out a few absolutely vile words in your direction.

Robin was not about to let that slide. She stood up so harshly that her chair almost toppled over from the force, “I’ll be right back, I have to go take care of something.” 

She started to pursue him, but was stopped by a hand pulling on her skirt. You were on the floor picking up your fallen books and gave her a pleading look, “Don’t. He isn’t worth the effort, just let it go. I’m fine, really.”

Nothing about what just happened was “fine”. Robin herself had a thick skin and didn’t let anything she deemed important get to her. This was important. No one was allowed to treat or speak to you that way. Unfortunately, it seemed you disagreed with that sentiment. Every time she put someone in their place in your honor you would try to stop her and insist that she was being too extreme.

She wanted to go after him… but she also didn’t want to upset you. With a heavy sigh to settle her nerves, she knelt down to help you pick up the rest of your books, “You’re right. He doesn’t matter.” The relief on your face was palpable, and Robin cherished the sweet smile that graced your face after.

Now that the annoying scene was done and over with, both of you settled back into your respective seats to resume as you were before. While you happily dug back into your book, Robin reopened her own. She wasn’t reading it, however.

Using her devil fruit, she spawned eyes around the building. It didn’t take long to find that piece of shit who had dared to impose upon you. He was still close to the building, kicking over some boxes in an alleyway. Robin couldn’t hear what was being said, but with how much his lips were flapping she doubted it was anything she wanted to be aware of.

It would seem his little temper tantrum wore him out. He leaned against the wall of the building, running a hand through his hair as his chest heaved from anger and exertion. A smirk tugged at Robin’s lips when the man began to panic as several arms came out of the wall and grabbed him. A hand clamped over his mouth to keep him from calling for help as two more hands gripped his head. 

A satisfying snap could be felt as she violently twisted his head to one side. He fell limp to the filthy ground of the alley like the despicable trash he was. Robin pulled a tarp over him so as to avoid you potentially spotting him on the way back to the Thousand Sunny. It would be a shame to upset you when you were having such a nice day together up to this point.

Content that the problem was taken care of, Robin dismissed her extra appendages and refocused on the present. You were casually sipping from your drink while turning the page of your book, not having an inkling as to what just transpired outside.

Robin smiled, then properly began reading her own. Today was just perfect.

#one piece #yandere one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #nico robin #nico robin x reader #yandere #reader insert #x reader #valentines day event

[mildkleptomaniac]

eyes on the prize — jj maybank x reader

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭:  “ hi honey!!! i love you work so so much!! i was wondering if you could do a jj maybank x fem!reader imagine where their dating. the pogues are playing volleyball at the beach and jj and reader are on opposite teams and the reader is laughing with sarah and kiera and jj keeps looking at her and just admiring her causing her to accidentally hit him in the head with the volleyball. maybe some fluff at the end?? totally okay if you chose to ignore this 🤍🤍 ”

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: alluding to smut, kie slamming a ball into jj’s beautiful face

𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: eyes on the prize, boy. he knows it. 

All the Pogues gathered on the beach, enjoying a game of volleyball. Another hot, sunny day in Outer Banks, where the sand felt a bit too hot to play on, the air was thick with the smell of salt water and sunscreen, and waves crashing against the shore. Some of the Pogues, Kie and John B, took the match of volleyball a little too serious, whereas Sarah and JJ were bantering with each other across the sandy court. 

Boys against the girls always posed an interesting match. Despite being on opposite teams, it didn’t halt JJ from admiring his girlfriend. Y/N’s golden skin glistened in the warmth of the sun, strands of her hair poking out from her ponytail.  JJ attempting to focus on the game became grueling, especially wearing her tight shorts and a bikini top. 

“Hey JJ, keep your eyes on the prize,” John B patted his friend’s shoulder. 

“They’re most definitely on the prize, dude.” JJ retorted, winking at Y/N. She rolled her eyes and Kie and Sarah nudged her. JJ couldn’t quite pick up what they were talking about, but he later assumed it was their next play. 

“JJ, do you need to take a breather? You’re zoning in and out, man.” Pope questioned, an underlying teasing to his tone. 

“Nah, nah, I’m focused. I’m great,” He reassured. But something about hearing his girlfriend’s laughter, the dimples on her face, and seeing her cheer when they score did something to JJ. Eyes glued onto her when she bent down over their cooler to sip on a drink, splashing water on her body to cool her off. 

At this point in the game, everyone’s muscle began to burn and head pounding from the sun. Kie and John B refused to take any more breaks, determined to win. 

Kie took JJ’s weakness as a prime opportunity to get the winning point. Perhaps Kie served the ball over the net a little too enthusiastically since the leather casing bounced right off of JJ’s face and continued to fly in the wrong direction. A moment of shock coursed through everyone, mouths agape or eyes widening. Y/N’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of pain and confusion on his face.

Y/N rushed underneath the net to her boyfriend, the rest of the Pogues circling around the blonde. “Are you okay?” She asked, concern etched on her face. He held his face in pain, trying to conceal any sight of actual pain he might be in. She tried peeking at the spot of injury, before he dropped his hand. Swelling around his eye that might leave a bruise in the morning. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine," He reassured her, rubbing his head. "Just a little bit dizzy." JJ sounded dazed.

“A little? I’m pretty sure Kie was trying to behead you with that serve.” Pope teased, laughter following after. 

“Hey–I just really wanted to break the tie and win the game. Is that too much to ask for? I really didn’t mean to aim for his head.” Kie threw her hands up in surrender. 

“Hmm…killing our best friend or winning the game…” Sarah pondered for a moment, taping her chin. “I think having JJ alive outweighs the first place title, right?”

“No, I would’ve done the same thing if it meant I got bragging rights.” John B shrugged, a smiling forming afterwards. JJ rolled his eyes, leaning on his girlfriend for support. 

“Techincally, the ball went out of court…after it bounced off of JJ’s head.” Pope shot a look at Kie. The couples got into a petty argument about who won the game, but quickly decided to have a final rematch. Y/N and JJ decided to sit it out and relax on the towel near the court. 

JJ laid his head in his girlfriend’s lap, eyes squinting to protect himself from the harsh rays. She ran her hand through his hair, watching the game intently, while the other held an icy bottle to his forehead. Occasionally, she check on the boy in her lap–making sure he didn’t fall asleep. 

“Drink some water too, I’m nervous you have a concussion.” Instead of making a witty remark, JJ listened to his girlfriend and sat up to stay hydrated. As he downed several bottles of water, she rubbed his back and kissed his freckled shoulders. 

“Thanks for taking care of me, Y/N.” He smiled weakly and slipped his hand into hers, giving squeeze. 

“Of course,” She squeezed his hand back, looking at the welt. “Isn’t taking care of you what love is about?” Y/N smiled, before kissing his cheek. The tension in his shoulders dropped, leaning his head against hers. Sometimes he just needed a verbal reminder that someone loved him and it happened to be Y/N. 

He closed his eyes and sighed in content, “Maybe I should get hurt more.”

“Most definitely not–maybe we should just play on the same team next time so you won’t get distracted.” She teased.

“Depending on positions, I’ll still get distracted.” He confessed, which led to Y/N gasping and nudging her boyfriend. 

“You’re distracting too, y’know, but looks like I can handle it better.” Y/N mused, feeling heat rise to her cheeks at her own statement. 

“Hm, maybe we can handle this situation in another way? Looks like they won’t be finishing up this match any time soon…and the van is empty…” JJ alluded, looking at his girlfriend with a cocked eyebrow. 

“You’re definitely feeling better, aren’t you?” 

“I know what would make me feel 100% better,” He whispered, now planting kisses on her shoulder. She sighed, looking at her friends chase the ball around. 

“Let’s do it,” The two scrambled upwards, before JJ dragging her into the van. 

#jj maybank #jj maybank imagine #( jj maybank ) #jj maybank x reader #outer banks imagine #obx imagines

[jaeyunverse]

into the fandomverse | an enhypen collab call

welcome to into the fandomverse, a collaboration project for all engenes who enjoy writing on tumblr. i recently hit 3k followers and am hosting this event in celebration of said milestone. all details about the collab are under the cut. i hope you consider joining and spread the word so that your friends can join too :’)

collab masterlist

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗠𝗘:

the general theme of the collab is that your fic should be set up in an alternate universe that already exists in a movie, show, book, game, comic, kdrama or anime. for example: harry potter x enhypen, haikyuu x enhypen, shadowhunters x enhypen etc. it really doesn’t matter what crossover or universe you choose as long as it is not problematic :)

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦:

there are 21 slots in total i.e three for each member.

slots will be given on a first come, first serve basis so that the allotment is fair.

explicit smut is NOT allowed. implied smut is permitted ONLY for the HYUNG LINE—it goes without saying that you must be an adult if you wish to include anything nsfw in your submission.

member x reader and member x oc are the only pairings allowed. no member x member fics! remember to be inclusive of all races and body types if you are writing a x reader fic.

appearances of members other than the one you have chosen are allowed, but please make sure that the main focus of the fic is your chosen member!

your fic can include sensitive subjects as long as they are not romanticized, portrayed in bad light or represented incorrectly. also, please make sure to put proper trigger warnings above the read more cut once you post your fic.

no racism, ableism, homophobia or similar prejudices. you will be removed from the collab if you are found guilty of harboring them.

the code word is fandom. please mention it while applying for a spot so that i know you have gone through the rules.

the minimum word count is 1k. there is no maximum word count so feel free to let your imagination run free. please note that drabbles, blurbs, reactions, headcanons, series, smaus and timestamps will not be accepted. oneshots only!

plagiarism is strictly prohibited.

be respectful and kind to the other members who are a part of the collab. no hate will be tolerated.

this is not a rule but it would be nice if you had a discord account. i have made a server for easy communication and interaction between the collab members. it’s okay if you do not have an account!! i will update you through tumblr dms :’)

if you have any further queries, don't hesitate to dm me <3

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗟𝗬:

applications will be accepted through tumblr asks.

make sure to include your chosen member + fandom + the code word hidden in this post while sending in your application.

after your application has been accepted, please reblog this post to spread the message :D

𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦/𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗥𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗦:

the tentative deadline for posting your entry for the collab is 30th september, 2024.

the deadline is mostly for namesake and you are free to post your submission whenever you want, but please do not take undue advantage of the time flexibility.

i understand if you want to withdraw your application from the collab but please think carefully before applying.

𝗦𝗟𝗢𝗧𝗦

HEESEUNG: @hanverse (twd) | @flwrshee (25/21) | @boyfhee (extraordinary you) | @tarcherz (ever after high)

JAY: @soobisms (saiki k.) | @junityy (before sunrise) | @lheewonz (demon slayer) | @4xiaojun (maid sama!)

JAKE: @geombyu (fire force) | @hsgwrld (business proposal) | @notthatsamkim (cinderella) | @haesbit (kim possible)

SUNGHOON: @seongclb (hp) | @soobnny (aouad) | @ijhyo (enola holmes) | @hoondrive (spiderman)

SUNOO: @invvuu (tbhk) | @redm4ri (stargirl) | @sunny-reis (the girl who fell beneath the sea) | @enheaven (vampire academy)

JUNGWON: @yjwfav (jjk) | @haknom (see you in my 19th life) | @misojunnie (10 things i hate about you) | @jaeminri (summer strike)

RIKI: @jaeyunverse (spiderman) | @cinnajun (pjo) | @jennaissantes (our beloved summer) | @tyunni (13 going on 30)

#enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen oneshots #enhypen fanfiction #enhypen #enhypen x reader #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen angst #enhypen headcanons #heeseung fluff #riki fluff #sunghoon fluff #jake fluff #jay fluff #sunoo fluff #jungwon fluff #heeseung x reader #jake x reader #enhypen collab #sunghoon x reader #jay x reader #jungwon x reader #sunoo x reader #riki x reader #heeseung imagines #jake imagines #jungwon imagines #jay imagines #sunoo imagines

[daegall]

ok but tell me honestly,,, (esp if you're an experienced writer!!!) would you really genuinely join a collab still?

like they were the rave back when i started writing there were so many left and right and it was just so exciting but when it came to the task at hand,,, it was pretty damn hard

and after joining some, knowing what it's like, how hard it is to come up with a plot and all, i honestly dont know if anyone would join?? if you get what i mean

like let's say the concept sounds fun to you (felt like this a lot when i joined some) would you want to write, or read? bc i hadn't noticed back then, but those are the type of concepts i'd LOVE to read, but not write so

I LITERALLY DONT KNOW WHERE IM GOING WITH THTIS MY MIND IS SO JUMBLEDD UP RN BUT YEAH PLS TELL ME

#sunny thinks! #nct collab call #sunny hits 1k!

[averagewriter-inthedark]

The Parent Trap 👨‍👩‍👧‍👧 | Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw Imagine

Inspired by Disney’s ‘The Parent Trap’

Link to my TGM Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Lt. Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x novelist female!reader (romantic), Lila L/n and Caroline Bradshaw!OCs (daughters), Marilyn Brooks!OC (Bradley’s love interest), Ollie Tomas (platonic, Y/n’s bff), Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell (platonic) & Hannix (Phoenix x Hangman)

Content Warnings: fluff, light angst, profanity, pregnancy & childbirth, separated twins, second chance romance troupe, assault (reader punches a character) | female reader—afab!reader (she/her) | wc: 18k+ this is long folks.

Premise: It was quite literally love at first sight for aspiring aviator Bradley Bradshaw and writer Y/n L/n, but the relationship ended as fast as it started. It did result in the birth of their beautiful identical twin daughters, Lila and Caroline—but even they couldn’t keep them together. An agreement was made in the divorce, Caroline would grow up with Bradley, and Lila would be raised by Y/n so the former couple never had to see each other again. What neither anticipated, however, were the sisters coming face-to-face at summer camp the year they turned 14…..and forming the ultimate parent trap to reunite their parents for a second chance at love.

Note: I rewatched ‘The Parent Trap’ the other night and gosh I remembered how much I loved that movie as a kid. I immediately got to writing this because I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Just to be clear I do NOT support the idea of separating children especially twins & not tell them. This is of course for fictional purposes & I do not own Disney, The Parent Trap or the TGM characters. Hope you enjoyed! (Also I envisioned Dan Levy as Ollie when I wrote this & Margot Robbie as Marilyn😂

Thank you guys so so much for 1k!!!! I’m over the moon and cannot believe that I hit 1k just as I’m celebrating 1 year of coming back to this writing account and actually keeping up with works ! 🥹🥹 I love you all and appreciate all the kind words left on my stories 🤍🤍 you guys are the best!! — Bee 🐝

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“I know you’re upset, honey,” Y/n brushed Lila’s dirty blonde hair behind her ear, “But it’s for the best. Just think before you know it’ll be the holidays and then next summer I’ll fly you out there.” All she got in response was a sad nod, the fourteen-year-old turning to look out the window. Sunny California soon turned into cloudy New York as the plane traveled from coast to coast. The entire journey the novelist thought back to the past two weeks, which did nothing to heal her aching heart. Not only did she mourn leaving behind her second daughter, but she mourned what could’ve been with the man she thought she’d spend the rest of her life with almost fourteen years ago.

The one who made her believe in love at first sight.

In 2006, aspiring writer Y/n L/n was on the verge of college graduation, planning to move to New York City in hope of accomplishing her dream of becoming a New York Times bestselling author.

For as long as she could imagine writing stories was her escapism from the hardships of reality. A hopeless romantic, most of her work was romance—dabbling in fantasy or historical fiction from time to time but keeping a romance troupe involved. She first started writing fanfiction on the internet when it was just starting out, focusing on some of her favorite characters which resulted in her profile becoming popular with readers. It soon progressed to her attempting to write an actual novel.

The story she envisioned to write one day was keeping her up at night, so she finally sat her ass down the summer going into her senior year and started writing. In between classes and working at the campus library at UVA, where she was studying literature and psychology, Y/n was nose deep in her Apple iBook she literally got because of Elle Woods in Legally Blonde. Pages upon pages, the words flew from her mind and onto the screen, forming dialogue and descriptions. She didn’t know what would come of the book, unsure if she would even send it to literary agents and publishers once completed, but for now it was purely for her entertainment.

After all, look at Stephenie Meyer. Home girl wrote a book based on a dream and it turned out to be one of the bestselling series of all time.

Graduation came in a blur. Her plan was to go to the ceremony, get her diploma, and then head back to her place to finish writing. She was only a few chapters from being done. The last thing she wrote was the big twist which could be the make or break for the main character to be with the love interest, all that was needed was the resolution.

What Y/n didn’t expect that night was going to a party, at the insistence of her friend, and meeting who she believed was the man of her dreams.

Bradley Bradshaw was everything a girl would fawn over. Handsome, funny, flirty, the life of a party, who had dreams and aspirations. While his friends clowned him for having the typical 80s porstache, they secretly envied how well he pulled it off. Which was obvious by the amount of women throwing themselves at him.

Y/n’s friend had her eyes on him that night….but little did they both know, he had eyes for Y/n.

The second she walked in he was drawn to her. “Who’s that?” He asked his buddy, Fabian, interrupting him from his flirting with a pretty redhead. Annoyed, Fabian looked in the direction of Bradley’s gaze, catching Y/n in his line of sights.

“You talkin’ about the girl in the white pantsuit? That’s I think Y/n if I remember—we had psych 101 together ages ago. She doubled majored with English and worked at the library….” he raised a brow at Bradley, who was already walking toward Y/n with a determined look on his face.

Her friend Tanya spotted him first, immediately smiling with hopeful eyes. Only it fell to a small frown when she realized he wasn’t looking at her, but Y/n.

“Hi,” the greeting has Y/n turn around, red solo cup in hand and becoming puzzled at the sight of a gorgeous man standing behind her.

“U-uh hello.”

Bradley extends a hand, “I’m Bradley.” Y/n shakes it, both flinching when a spark ignites at the contact.

“I’m Y/n. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Y/n,” he beams, now aware she wasn’t alone. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was wondering if you’d like to dance?”

“Oh um,” she glances at Tanya, seeing her saddened look and becomes apologetic. “I-I don’t know…”

“Just one,” he insists, “and then I promise to leave you alone afterwards.”

Y/n still appeared hesitant, not wanting to upset Tanya further, but the woman gives her a soft smile, “go on,” she takes the cup from Y/n, “I’ll be right here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Totally. In fact,” Tanya bites her lip when she connects eyes with a guy she had a class with the previous semester. One she thought was cute and wouldn’t mind getting to know. When he gives her a wave and gestures for her to come over, Tanya blushes, “I’ll be over there talking to Grayson. Take all the time you need.” She was already on the move before Y/n could say anything else, leaving her with Bradley.

“Sooo…” he holds out a hand, nodding his head to the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the house the party was at.

Heart racing, Y/n gives a small smile and takes his hand, letting him lead her to the floor. It was the first time a guy had asked her to dance at a party. Though she didn’t date or go out much in college, the times she did Y/n often got left alone because Tanya or one of their roommates/friends were hit on and she didn’t. Plus with school, work, and writing her book, a social life was pretty much nonexistent.

One dance became two, then three, and four. Before she knew it three a.m rolled by and she and Bradley had danced and talked the whole night, ending with the two sitting in the back of his Bronco with sonic Route 44s and milkshakes. Never had Y/n laughed as hard as she did that night, almost to the point of tears. There was warmth all through her veins, even after the two parted ways, only sharing a sweet kiss when he dropped her off at her apartment.

It was the closest thing she felt to love at first sight.

Maybe it truly was.

Things went by fast. Literally. So fast it was starting to make Y/n worried. Not only were the feelings getting stronger, but the terms of the relationship in general. Within a weeks they were living together, Bradley going as far as to propose to Y/n with the news of his commission into the U.S Navy.

“Marry me, Y/n,” he told her after the ceremony, the shiny Ensign ranks on the color of his uniform. “I know it sounds crazy, but I wanna share my life with you—every part of it. Till the day I die.”

Part of her was conflicted but the overwhelming love for Bradley had Y/n say yes. That weekend they were at the courthouse, exiting as Mr. & Mrs. Bradshaw.

But unfortunately the love story ended before it could really begin.

A few short weeks after the wedding, Y/n found out she was pregnant while Bradley was at flight school. It terrified her as much as it excited her. They were only twenty-two, with Bradley’s Naval career just starting out and Y/n trying to get her food in the door on hers. Having double majored in literature and psychology there were many career paths she could go into. Many would involve her having to get a Masters, but the couple were already paying off student loans from undergrad that she didn’t want to have to take out anymore financial aid.

Personally Y/n wanted to write books. She had yet to finish the one from college, with plenty more ideas safely tucked in her mind. The news of her pregnancy would have to put any potential job on hold.

Bradley was beyond excited when she told him, lifting her in his arms with glee, “I’m gonna be a dad!” His excitement was what really made Y/n look forward to bringing their baby into the world. She still had worries no doubt but having Bradley, who was now known to his fellow aviators as Rooster, made it easier.

But the couple were in for a much bigger surprise.

“TWINS?!” They both shrieked in the hospital room, eyes bulging the monitor showcasing two sacs in Y/n’s womb. Rooster nearly went into cardiac arrest, the woman bursting into tears which had him hold her tightly in his arms. Lips pressed to her head as he mumbled, “We got this baby. This is exciting! Just think, they’ll be best friends forever.”

“And it looks like,” the technician moved the wand across Y/n’s stomach a bit more to get a better angle. “You are gonna be blessed with two girls, Mr. and Mrs. Bradshaw.” That had Y/n cry even more, Rooster shedding his own at the excitement and love that filled him.

“Girls,” he breathed in awe, kissing all over his wife’s face making her cries turn into giggles. “We’re having little girls—I’m so happy, Y/n. I can’t thank you enough for giving me this gift.”

In April of 2007 Lila and Caroline Bradshaw arrived. Identical twins who literally could not be told apart unless they were dressed differently. So the couple bought matching necklaces with gold pendants on each with the letters ‘C’ and ‘L’ for each girl. That way they could always know who was who.

Named after his mother, Caroline was a daddy’s girl even as a newborn. The only time she ever really wanted Y/n was when she was hungry, other than that little Caroline wanted to be in Bradley’s arms. She’d fall asleep in them, whine if she were in someone else’s, and make grabby hands for him when he’d come home. Caroline’s personality resembled Rooster’s, literally the life of the party whenever people were over.

Lila on the other hand was her momma’s mini me. The name came from a character in Y/n’s book. Not the protagonist, but the best friend who Y/n enjoyed writing for more than the main character. It was a name she always loved, and the moment Y/n’s eyes landed on the baby girl the name was perfect for her. Opposite of her sister, Lila was quiet and reserved. She loved to be held by Y/n and would beg for her attention. Like Caroline was a daddy’s girl, Lila was momma’s angel.

Life seemed to be good. It was good.

But then when the twins turned six months, things started to sour. They were living in Virginia with Bradley assigned to the Golden Warriors and Y/n was at home taking care of the girls. She’d get a little bit of writing done within the week but had major writer's block. Almost twice a week she and Bradley were arguing over something whether it was money, work, or the girls. They’d go to bed with their backs facing each other, Bradley leaving in the morning with little to no goodbye and when he’d return home he’d be so exhausted the two would rarely talk like they used to.

It was apparent the honeymoon stage was over. Both realizing it just wasn’t working out and even with their daughters the relationship was becoming strained.

What really ended everything was the night of the officer’s ball. A disrespectful comment was made to Y/n about wanting to be a published romance author by one of Bradley’s superiors. And he didn’t stand up for her. In fact, the man had the audacity to laugh with the men.

Heartbroken and pissed off, Y/n threw her napkin onto the table and removed herself without permission to be excused. Everyone stared with wide eyes, Bradley’s superiors watching with disapproval and making snide comments to the licensed pilot. Now he was angry, feeling humiliated by the scene and raced after his wife with an apology to the guests.

When they got outside both were feeling the heat. Spitting off words that they knew were going to fuel the fire.

“What the fuck was that, Y/n?”

“What the fuck was that?” She repeated with malice, “How fucking dare you sit there and laugh while they insult me! I’m your fucking wife, Bradley—you’re supposed to stand up for me! Instead you humiliated me!”

The entire drive home they were silent. Rooster’s knuckles were practically white with how hard he was gripping them, Y/n breathing heavily to control the anger. Not even the radio was playing. Only silence filled the void of the impeding argument that was to continue when they got home.

The door of the Bronco slamming alerted the babysitter, the teenage daughter of their neighbors, who met them outside with a smile only to frown when Bradley stormed past her. “Is everything—,” she went to ask but Y/n stopped her.

“Everything’s fine.” It was far from fine but she didn’t need to know that. Y/n removed a small wad of cash from her clutch, handing it to the girl. “This is for you. Thanks for all your help, Molly.”

When Y/n got in she checked on her girls first and then met Bradley in the bedroom to get out of the god forsaken dress she started to feel claustrophobic in. It wasn’t even fifteen seconds later before the couple were at it again. They tried to keep quiet for the sake of their daughters asleep just down the hall but nothing could stop the shouts from escaping.

“What was I supposed to do?” Rooster throws his arms out, face red. “Tell him to shut the fuck up? I have to work with him, Y/n. I see him every goddamn day—you want me to make my life miserable? Cause he’ll make sure that happens.”

Y/n couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “Are you fucking serious, Bradley? You’re so worried about having to do more pushups than people or get hazed than standing up for me? Your own wife?! Yeah, I wanted you to tell him to shut the fuck up—I would’ve done it if was my boss! Because you’re my husband and I wouldn’t let somebody insult you like he did me!”

He sarcastically laughs, bringing his hands up to rub his face, “You know, you’re acting like a fucking lunatic right now.”

The comment had Y/n still, eyes widening as the alarms went off in her head. She waited for him to take it back, but when he didn’t all she could do was make a pained sound, turning away from him before the tears could spill. Exiting their room, Y/n went to the closet where they stored luggage. When she returned she had her large suitcase and a baby bag.

“What are you doing?” She ignored him, starting to throw random clothes in the bag from her dresser. Rooster, came around the bed staring at her in disbelief. “Y/n, what the fuck are you doing?”

“What does it look like, Bradley,” she hissed, still not looking at him. “I’m fucking packing and getting the hell out this house. And I’m taking the girls with me.”

“The hell you are!” He shouts, going after her when she enters the bathroom. “You’re not taking my daughters. Especially when I don’t know where the hell you’re going.”

“I’ll figure it out,” she gathers her makeup, skincare, hair care and shower necessities. “Maybe I’ll finally go to New York like I planned before I met you.”

“And what are you gonna do there?” He challenged from the doorway. Y/n felt her hand tighten over the first item in her hand, which happened to be a hair dryer. She could feel the words on the tip of his tongue, praying to God he wouldn’t actually say what would really tear her heart in pieces.

“Don’t you fucking dare.” But Bradley was too far gone before he could stop himself.

“Finish that book? The one you’ve been writing for almost three years and have yet to finish? And then actually get it published?” He chuckled sarcastically, breaking her soul when he added, “Yeah, sure you are. How about you wake up and start thinking about reality—where you should work on getting an actual career that’s gonna support your daughters instead of living in a fairytale.”

The hairdryer left her hand with a literal battle cry, causing Bradley to jump out of the way with a curse, the object hitting the side of his arm. When it bounced on the ground before stopping just by the bed, the couple stared at each other as though they couldn’t believe what had happened. Both were breathing heavily, Y/n’s makeup smudged with tears rolling down her face.

“Fuck you,” she whispered, seeing the immediate regret in his eyes, though no words of the sort followed. Y/n brought a hand up, turning away from him when he said her name. “Fuck you, Bradley.” She heard him leave, the door closing behind him allowing her to succumb to her emotions. The rest of the time she packed her things Y/n fought back sobs. She wouldn’t let him see her like that. That he had hurt her beyond what she could’ve imagined.

The way he took her dream and basically slapped her in the face with it. He knew she was dealing with writer’s block and had trouble focusing on the ending with having to take care of their girls. And not to mention she gave up her pursuits to follow him.

No more.

Zipping up her suitcases, Y/n picked up the wedding photo of her and Bradley. There were not many photos of them printed out and none were hung on the walls just because they would have to move with his job, but the two photos they did have were of their little courthouse wedding and the day the twins were born.

Tears rolling down her cheek, Y/n removed the photo from the frame and tore it down the middle before doing the same with the one of them and the girls. The piece with Bradley looking down at her in the wedding and the one of him holding Lila were folded and placed in her purse, leaving the one of her in her wedding dress and the one holding Caroline. She secretly put them in the drawer of his nightstand, letting him decide what he plans to do with them once she’s gone.

She couldn’t believe what she was about to do, but it was for the best in order for them to not have to deal with a nasty custody dispute. Already she could feel a bit of her heart missing. The piece reserved for Caroline.

After quietly packing Lila’s things, Y/n rolled her suitcases down the hall and placed the baby bag on top. Rooster was in the kitchen drinking a beer, ignoring when she came into the living room to gather all the things she had there.

“I have an offer,” she approached when she was done, keeping her gaze on the ground. Y/n feared she wouldn’t be able to say it if she looked into his eyes.

“What,” his voice was monotone, evident he was tired and wanting to get whatever argument out of the way so they could move on.

“I can’t stay here,” she told him, noticing him stiffening in the corner of her eye. “I just can’t, Bradley. We both know this was a long time coming and tonight was just the nail in the coffin. We’re not a good fit—we both want different things. And I can’t even look at you without wanting to scream.” She took a deep breath to calm herself, “I never want to see you again after tonight…so I don’t wanna have to go through a custody battle with you.”

“And how do you suppose that’s going to work out?” She could hear the heartbreak in his tone, getting tight with each word like he would explode if she took both girls.

Y/n let out a tired sigh, squeezing her eyes shut, “we both know Caroline prefers you, and Lila prefers me.” She waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t she knew he silently agreed. The next words that left her set in stone the next decade in a half of her life, “So I’ll take Lila with me and you raise Caroline. That way they have one of us and we never have to see each other again.” Again Bradley doesn't respond so Y/n softly says, “I’ll call a lawyer in the morning. For now I’m sleeping in the girls room.”

‘Come after me,’ she silently thought, a part of her hoping he would and convince her she was wrong and they could work this out.

‘Go after her,’ his brain screamed at him, not wanting to let go of the woman of his dreams.

But he stayed where he stood.

Twelve hours later the couple sat in the office of a divorce lawyer with papers drawn up indicating Y/n would have custody of Lila, retaining her maiden name and legally changing the girl’s to L/n, and Bradley would have custody of Caroline. They removed their rings, Y/n wiping away a tear when she did, before the two returned to the home to gather Y/n’s things.

Once the car was packed Y/n cradled Caroline while Bradley held Lila, the two facing away from each other to not show the other their emotion.

“I love you so much, sweet girl,” she whispered against Caroline’s tiny head, careful to not let her tears drop on her. Kissing her crown, Y/n softly said, “Our paths will cross again one day. But until then, I hope you have the best life and be a good girl for your daddy. You’ll always be my Caroline, my sweet girl.”

A few yards away, Bradley was saying his own words of love to Lila. “Promise me you won't give your momma too much trouble, Lila darlin’. You two take care of each other,” he kisses her forehead, eyes glistening with unshed tears, “I’ll see you again one day. I love you darlin’. You’ll always have a piece of me.”

The former couple barely glanced at each other or spoke a word the entire time Bradley was securing Lila in her car seat and Y/n reluctantly handing Caroline over. Her heart skipped, clenching at the same time Bradley surprised her by giving a soft kiss to her forehead, muttering for her to have a safe trip. Y/n only nodded, moving to the driver's seat and backing out of the driveway before pulling onto the road. Y/n finally allowed the tears to fall when she exited the gate for the last time.

When she got to her parents house roughly five hours later Y/n wanted to just go to sleep but her mind wouldn’t let her.

No, in fact, it wanted her to write.

The final piece of the book that had been nagging her for years finally played in her head. Everything from the dialogue to the final scene.

While her parents spent time with Lila, both of whom voiced their unhappiness with her decision to leave behind Caroline, Y/n’s eyes were focused on the screen in front of her. The only time she took breaks was to have dinner, use the bathroom, have downtime with Lila before putting her to bed, and share a glass of wine with her mother. Other than that, Y/n was writing until the early hours of the morning—going as far as to make edits to earlier parts of the book and change things she felt were unnecessary.

By the time the clock hit 4 am, Y/n was in need of a melatonin and 8 hours of sleep. But she was done. Done with the book she had spent so much time trying to get done. It was as though leaving Bradley was the awakening she needed to get it finished.

How fucking sad when one thinks about it.

That mid-morning, after popping a melatonin and sleeping for a few hours before having to tend to Lila, Y/n’s parents were visibly shocked by the difference in her behavior from the previous day. Of course Y/n was still deeply saddened by everything and they could tell it was affecting her, but there was also a sense of hope in her eyes. When asked about it all Y/n responded was, “I finished the book.”

Between looking for small two bedroom apartments in New York and part-time jobs, Y/n edited her book. For about six months she lived with parents, celebrating Lila’s first birthday where Y/n cried herself to sleep at not being able to do the same to Caroline. But then again, she had no one to blame but herself.

The break of a lifetime came a week after Lila’s birthday when Y/n finally got a response from one of five literary agents she had sent her inquiry to. “Hello Ms. L/n, Thank you for sending your inquiry. I’ve read your submission and am intrigued about your book. Please send me a copy of your full manuscript either through my email or a printed version to the address I have listed below. I’m interested to see what you have written and hope you get back to me soon. Sincerely, Yolanda Richards.”

Over the moon, Y/n sent a printed copy to Yolanda the next day. Nerves filled her with what the agent would think and if she would have her as a client. After researching for weeks on literary agents, Yolanda Richards was one of the best in the romance genre, with multiple NYT bestsellers under her name plus success at getting movie deals for the books. If Y/n became one of her clients it would be a dream come true.

The email came the following Friday: “Y/n, I am very pleased with your work and thoroughly enjoyed your story. Everything about it was captivating from start to finish. I would love to have you as a partner by representing you in getting your book published and on the market. Please give me a call or email me so we can set up an in-person meeting as soon as possible. I hope you accept my offer and I look forward to possibly working with you. Sincerely, Yolanda Richards.”

Almost 13 years later……Summer of 2021

Caroline’s heart was racing. She’d never been so nervous in her entire life than when the plane approached the New York skyline, the first time her hazel eyes had ever witnessed it. Even when she and her father were living in Virginia he seemed to avoid the city like the plague. Always insisting they go somewhere else for a vacation whenever she begged.

Now here she was at JFK airport about to meet the woman she dreamed of knowing all her life.

The whole journey Caroline thought back to the eight weeks of summer camp she’d just experienced. It was like fate had decided to work its magic on the third day when she came face-to-face with a girl who looked exactly like her. Though it’s rumored everyone has at least seven doppelgängers in their lifetime scattered across the globe, something about Lila L/n was different than a typical look-a-like. They were too alike physically. Dirty blonde hair with hazel eyes and standing tall at 5’5, the two were a carbon copy of one another with the exception of Lila having longer hair and bangs. “Actual twins” their campmates would say, but were complete opposites in terms of personality.

For example, Caroline dressed like she was going to the beach no matter the weather and had a knack for old music whereas Lila had more sweaters than t-shirts in her suitcase. Then Lila had an expanded vocabulary like she always was reading a poem in a fancy New York accent yet Caroline could barely tell the difference between there, their, and they’re. Lastly, Caroline was laid back and the extroverted jokester of the camp compared to Lila’s reserved, introverted, goodie-two-shoes nature.

Their rivalry was bound from the start. The end of the first week had the two already pissing off the counselors with the pranks against each other and their friend groups. Halfway through the camp duration was when the counselors had enough and placed them in the isolation cabin to settle their differences.

It was in the isolation cabin where suspicions became realizations.

First it started when both admitted to having a peanut allergy and their favorite food was chicken Alfredo pasta. They both loved romantic comedies and playing piano, neither a fan of licorice or dill pickles.

Finally feeling a friendship starting, Caroline complimented Lila’s necklace, who said it was a gift to her on the day she was born and had her initial on the pendant. Voicing the same, Caroline showed her own necklace with the same pendant only with a ‘C’ on it instead of ‘L’. That’s when Lila asked what day Caroline was born, both confirming they had the same birthday of April 21st, 2007.

Heart pumping with an feeling she couldn’t explain, Caroline revealed she was raised by her dad, who was a Navy fighter pilot and they were currently living in San Diego. “It’s only ever been me and him. He said he and my mom split when I was six months old.”

“No way,” Lila sat up in her bed, feeling the same emotion as Caroline. “I was raised by my mom. We moved to New York when I was a year old and have been there ever since. She told me when I was ten she and my dad divorced when I was six months old and he was in the Navy.”

Pushing aside her bag of hot Cheetos, Caroline began asking a series of questions. “My dad never said much about my mom, but at least once a year would give me some details of what she was like when I begged him. He said one year she had dreams of becoming a writer. What does your mom do?”

Lila’s eyes widened, “She’s an author—she’s written over ten romance novels.”

“Did your mom ever tell you how she and your dad met?”

“They met in college—at a graduation party to be exact. He asked her to dance.”

By now Caroline was gripping her hair, “Did they go to sonic afterwards where they had milkshakes and—.”

“Route 44s,” Lila finished, covering her mouth slightly. The reaction had Caroline racing to her desk to rummage through the drawer. When she faced Lila again, she was holding something to her chest.

“When my parents divorced my mom left behind two ripped photographs. One is of her holding me as a baby, the other is of her wedding day with my dad. They make up halves to a photo—but I‘ve never seen the rest. My dad doesn’t even know I have them.”

Gasping, Lila goes to her own desk and takes out a folder. Flipping through pages she gathers the two images in her own hands before turning back to the teenager. “These are the only photos I have of my dad. Like you, one is of him holding me in the hospital, the other is him in his uniform from the day he married my mom. They were ripped down the middle from the original photo.”

As though they read each other’s mind, the two started walking toward each other, already tearing up at the possibility that what they suspected was true. “On the count of three,” Lila softly said, “we show each other. Okay?”

“Okay,” Caroline agreed with a nod. They started to count down.

“One,” Lila took a step forward.

“Two,” Caroline echoed, mirroring her movement.

“Three!” Gasps left both girls when they extended their arms, each holding a half of the photograph, and slowly put them together. One showed Y/n and Bradley on their wedding day, smiling at each other looking as though they were the happiest people on earth, the other of them holding their daughters. Caroline in Y/n’s arms, and Lila in Bradley’s.

“That’s my dad!” Caroline beamed, in disbelief at the sight before her. There her father was with the beautiful woman she dreamed of meeting. Her mother.

“That’s my mom,” Lila sniffed, the teen overcome with emotion. Once they gathered themself over the initial shock they both couldn’t help but shout, “We’re twin sisters!!” Embracing in a hug filled with glee and laughter.

The idea that came to their head moments later was crazy, but after talking and voicing how they want to meet the other’s parents, the decision was made. Caroline and Lila would switch places. And they were gonna get their parents back together.

Lila told Caroline how their mom was a hopeless romantic at heart despite not having a long term relationship since their dad. The same was for Bradley apparently, Caroline confessing he only had maybe three serious girlfriends but the relationships ended because they couldn’t handle the lifestyle he was in. Or the fact he was a single father.

For the next four weeks the twins learned all about the other’s life and what to expect. “Mom wrote her first book in college around the time she met dad, but she didn’t get it finished until after they divorced. Since then she’s written ten novels—including a trilogy about to be adapted into a movie series and is currently working on a sequel to her debut book that her supporters have been begging for her to write for years. Most of her inspiration comes from what she hopes to experience,” Lila pauses to make a face, “Now that I think about it actually, her second book almost resembles her love story with dad….it’s the only one without a happy ending.” That had the twins frown, feeling more determined with their mission of getting their parents back together.

“This is the Dagger Squad,” Caroline showed Lila the pictures on her phone when the counselors gave them back for the weekend. “My dad went on a special mission two years ago before the pandemic and became friends with the people he did it with. Phoenix,” she points to the pretty brunette pilot, “well Natasha, I’ve known her since I was a baby. She and her husband have been friends with dad since flight school. And this is Maverick,” she scrolls to the next picture of her with a middle aged man in a flight suit, “He’s basically like our surrogate grandpa since dad’s parents passed away a long time ago. They were estranged for some time but became friends again after the mission.”

Lila explained the layout of their mother’s Manhattan home where they along with Y/n’s parents lived. “We always sit down to eat in the dining room as a way to have family time since mom is usually in her office writing or in meetings,” Lila explained before naming off the people in the photographs she had laid out in front of Caroline. “This is Ollie, mom’s best friend and writes romantic thrillers—he was our roommate when we first moved to New York and is often at the house more than his own. Yolanda is her literary agent who is in charge of selling mom’s books when she’s completed them and most recently got a movie deal on mom’s best selling trilogy. I call our grandmother ‘Gran,’ and our grandfather, ‘grandpa’.”

Both girls were the subject of a slight makeover with Lila having to cut her hair shorter, and Caroline getting bangs. When that happened they really were identical twins with the campmates not knowing who was who. Caroline practiced mimicking Lila’s NY accent and taught her the words to ‘Great Balls of Fire.’

“This is ridiculous,” Caroline complained when she was unable to whistle like Lila. “Is this really necessary?”

“Every teenager in New York has had to hail a cab at some point. If Mom is on the phone then I have to be the one to catch the cab—and whistling is gonna get you one more than just waving like an idiot in the middle of the street.”

Last thing to do was exchange plane tickets. Lila to SAN and Caroline to JFK.

They hugged each other goodbye, wishing the other good luck and not to forget certain things. They mostly had everything written down so they were confident they could get everything memorized by heart before they landed at their respective destinations. Caroline felt odd having to wear a long sleeve in July, but the weather for New York was cloudy with cool temperatures so she felt safer wearing the outfit Lila had picked out. She wasn’t the only odd ball, Lila was having to get used to wearing the tank top and pink Hawaiian shirt with shorts—something she never thought she’d ever wear.

They even had to exchange phones considering Lila had the lilac iPhone 12 Pro Max and Caroline had her trusty red iPhone 7 Plus. “Hey it works fine,” she defended, “until I either crack it beyond repair or it just doesn’t turn on one day then I will keep this till the end of time. So be careful with it.”

Promising to text everyday and call at least twice a week, the girls went on their way. Caroline fidgeted in her first class seat, trying to go over her notes to pass the time since it would only be a few hours for her flight compared to Lila’s cross country trip. But when the New York skyline filled her vision, the teenager was in awe.

If she wasn’t so excited she would’ve vomited from the anxiety consuming her. With her backpack on her shoulders and duffle bag in her hands, Caroline did her best to navigate through JFK until she reached the baggage claim. There her stomach did flips at the sight of Ollie waving frantically at her.

“Lila bean! Over here!” Grinning wide, she raced over to the man and was lifted into his arms. “Finally you’re back! Ugh you have no idea how crazy it’s been without you,” he set her down, making movements with his hand, “I’ve had no one to discuss the latest season of Bachelor in Paradise with because your mom’s been so nose deep in her work the whole summer—I’ve been trying to get her thoughts on if my next book should be a sexy twist on the show where every contestant has a dirty secret and one of them is a literal serial killer but she won’t budge from that computer. It’s been the only thing to distract her from being sad with you not being there—and oh my goodness,” he suddenly gasped, making her flinch, “What did you do to your hair?”

“Oh u-uh,” she stuttered nervously, praying her accent was believable. “A girl from camp cut it. I wanted to try something new. Do you like it?”

“You look fabulous,” he complimented, letting his finger run across the ends of her hair. “It suits more than I thought—you’ve always preferred it long.”

“Well I thought with me entering high school next month I was due for a change.”

Ollie gave her a look once over with an approving nod, “I dig it. Now c’mon—let’s get your bag and head out before this place gets too chaotic for my liking. Plus your mom has been texting me every ten minutes wanting to know if you’ve landed and it’s becoming exhausting.”

Caroline had to hold back cheering in victory when she successfully whistled, catching the attention of a cab driver for the pair. The drive there she was bouncing her knee, taking in the city causing Ollie to look at her confused, “My goodness, eight weeks you’re gone and it’s like you’ve never seen the city before. I promise you it’s the same as you left it.”

The teenager couldn’t help but mentally laugh at the comment, ‘little do you know….’

Arriving in Manhattan Caroline turned giddy. Before Ollie could stop her she was out of the cab with her backpack and duffle, leaving him to get her luggage as she hauled up the stairs to the three story townhouse. The door was unlocked and so she took a deep breath before pushing it open only to gasp by the beautiful interior of the home with a spiral staircase leading to the higher levels.

Setting aside her things, Caroline began to explore the ground level in hopes to find her mother or grandparents. Movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention, the teen entering what appeared to be a study with various bookshelves and framed photographs on the walls. A man was standing up with his back toward her, appearing to look for something particular in his bookshelf.

Caroline’s heart skipped at the realization it was her grandfather. “Hi, grandpa,” she exhaled, causing the man to spin around. Immediately he was in delight.

“Lila! You’re back!” She met him in the middle as he came around the desk, the two embracing. “And you cut your hair, my gosh! You look so different—but great!”

Taking in his scent, the older man looked at her confused before she said, “Sorry, I just missed the smell of your peppermint aroma at camp.” He laughed lightly, rubbing her back with his hand.

“Oh honey we all missed you too.”

“What’s all the commotion?” A female voice entered the picture, Caroline grinning when her eyes met her grandmother’s. The older woman gasped before her own smile took over, “Oh Lila!”

“Gran!” She raced over to her, meeting her in a hug. “I missed you!” The two held each other for a moment, her gran voicing the same and complimenting her new look just as her grandfather did.

Then Caroline heard her. “Lila darling?”

Freezing against her gran, Caroline felt her heart race. Slowly removing herself she hesitantly went to the middle of the foyer. Just as she appeared in the photographs, Y/n was as beautiful as Caroline pictured her to be. Dressed in a cashmere sweater dress, she looked radiant as the light from the window hit her. Hazel eyes shining from unshed tears, Caroline whispered in awe, “Mom.”

“You’re back!”

Just like in a movie it all felt like slow motion as Caroline ran up the stairs while Y/n descended, meeting halfway in a tearful embrace. The hug lingered with Caroline never wanting to let go, a faint sob escaping from the back of her throat and the tears falling down her cheeks—no doubt ruining the mascara she wore. But the teen didn't care. Not when she was in the arms of her mother at last.

“I can’t believe it’s you,” she whimpered when they pulled away, Y/n moving to brush a finger off her cheeks.

“And I can’t believe it’s you,” the writer chuckled, letting her eyes run over her daughter she believed to be the one she raised. “Look at you, your hair is so short!”

“A girl cut it at camp for me—do you like it?”

“I love it!” Y/n assured with a smile, “You look amazing—I’m surprised that’s all. And..” Y/n tilted her head a bit, “are you wearing mascara?”

“Oh yeah,” Caroline sniffed, moving to swipe under her eyes. She forgot already that Lila wasn’t into makeup like her. “A friend I made at camp wanted to see how my eyelashes looked with it since they’re so long. I forgot I had it on.”

“Oh no worries, honey. I don’t mind you wearing it if that’s what you’d like.”

“N-no it’s okay. I don’t really think it’s my thing, m-mom,” Caroline felt another wave of emotion at saying the word ‘mom,’ making Y/n frown with concern.

“What’s wrong, my love?”

“Nothing,” Caroline’s voice cracked. “I’m just so happy. I missed you so much.” Y/n awed, pulling her daughter into another hug.

“Oh honey I missed you too. It almost feels like it’s been forever.”

Caroline squeezed her eyes shut as she nuzzled against Y/n’s shoulder, “you have no idea.”

Two weeks went by of the twins living their dream. Caroline explored New York City by accompanying Y/n to her meetings with Yolanda and watching Bachelor in Paradise to not have Ollie suspicious of her. Slight worry came with how her grandfather seemed to let his eyes linger on her whenever she said something unlike what Lila would say. Three thousand miles away Lila was having difficulty being so social with their father’s friend group—her introverted self needed to get away in order to recharge at times which had Phoenix and Hangman start to question her.

“Did the social butterfly in you burn out at camp, little chicken?” Jake teased one day, “I’ve never seen you this quiet in a single week.”

Lila put on her best face, hoping he wouldn’t see right through it, “You would not believe how exhausting it was dealing with so many people on a daily basis. There were times where I dreaded going to activities and preferred staying in my cabin. They were rambunctious I tell you.” Her choice of words had Natasha eye her, bidding a look to her husband, moving closer to whisper, “Did she just use the word rambunctious?”

It seemed like everyone but their parents were beginning to catch on. The first to figure out were Nat and Jake when Bradley confessed to his daughter, who he believed was Caroline, that he was planning on proposing to his current girlfriend Marilyn Brooks. Caroline had warned Lila that their father was seeing Marilyn, but believed it wouldn’t last till the end of summer. Upset and panicked on what to do, the teenager bursted outside of the Hard Deck and began ranting to herself, accent slipping out and unaware the couple were there the whole time.

“You got something to share with the class, Care Bear?” Nat approached, head tilted down at the teenager who’d gone pale. “Because you seem to be in distress.”

“Phee, Jake,” Lila placed a hand on her chest to calm her breathing, “You both gave me a fright.”

“We gave you a fright?” Jake repeated in confusion. Never had Caroline used expressions like that before, making them more confused.

“Y-you scared me. I-I didn’t know you two were out here.”

“Are you sure you’re alright, Caroline?” Natasha crossed her arms. “Because ever since you came home….you’ve been acting odd. Your appetite’s changed, you’re not as social, Charlie doesn’t want to come near you anymore” she listed off her fingers, Charlie referring to Nat and Jake’s dog who adores Caroline. “And you use these big words now.”

“And just now it sounded like you were straight from New York or something,” Jake added, “And not in the way when you impersonate it on Head’s Up, it was like it was natural for you.”

“Jake, Nat….” Lila thought rapidly to deflect. “I changed a lot over summer—my friend’s from there and helped me perfect it.”

“Alright,” Jake shrugged, “Man if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were—.” Nat slapped his arm, eyes wide with a knowing look causing him to shut up. Jake gave a tight smile to the teen, “Ignore me, I’m just being stupid.”

“Almost as if I were who?”

Natasha shook her head, “No one, Care Bear. Forget we said anything.” As the two went to go back inside, they were stunned by what the girl said next.

“Almost as if I were….Lila?”

Chills appeared on their arms, the couple slowly turning to face her again with eyes full of shock. Both were thinking the same thing: did Rooster finally tell her?

“Y-you know about Lila?” Nat whispered.

The confession rolled off her tongue, “I am Lila.”

Jake dropped his bottle of beer, the glass shattering against the wood while Nat’s hand flew to her mouth. Just as they were about to spit off the millions of questions in their head, Rooster appeared looking relieved to find the teen. “There you are, Care. Why’d you run off like that—I needed to talk to you.” Noticing the way his friends were looking as though they wanted to cry, Rooster then said, “Guys….why are you staring at her like that?”

Seeing Lila shake her head, begging them not to say anything, the two apologized and excused themselves. Later that night Lila asked to stay at their house after getting into an argument with her father about him getting engaged, where she then explained everything after a tearful reunion considering the couple hadn’t seen her since she was a baby.

“Caroline is in New York with our mom,” the confession had the two nearly faint. “We switched places at camp, which I cannot believe fate actually brought us together that way—and we’re hoping to get our parents back together because I know my mom still loves him despite all these years they’ve been separated. But now he’s engaged to that wretched woman who I know is gonna ruin his life. I-I have to call her and get them here now!”

Phoenix gently calmed the girl down, “Lila, it’s almost midnight over there. Call her tomorrow and then we’ll figure something out together.”

The call to Caroline is what got her found out by their grandfather. She was sitting at a picnic table just down the road after jumping from her seat at the dinner table. Unbeknownst to Caroline, her grandfather had followed her.

“I thought you said they would be broken up by the time I got back!” Lila shouted on the other end of the phone.

“Well that was the hope,” Caroline voiced back, “Usually he’s with them for a few months to a year—but Marilyn’s just…ugh I can’t even explain so it surprises me she’s lasted this long.”

“Well now she’s looking to become our stepmom! You have to get mom here to San Diego so we can stop them!”

“No way I’ve barely had time with her, Lila,” Caroline argued. For five minutes the twins go back and forth before ultimately hanging up. When Caroline rose from the bench she bumped into the gentleman behind her, “Oh I’m sorry, sir.” The man turned around, the familiar face staring back causing her stomach to drop. “Oh boy.”

“Oh boy,” he repeated, tsking. “How about we take a walk while the fresh air is nice?” Coming clean, Caroline told her grandfather everything from the day she arrived at camp to the day she left as Lila. Thankfully he wasn’t angry, in fact the man was overjoyed at the news.

Now it was time to come clean to the rest of the family.

The next morning Caroline was pacing in front of Y/n’s office before knocking on the door and waited for her to respond. “Come in.” Looking over the edge of her computer, the woman smiled at her daughter. “Hey darlin’, I’m almost done with this paragraph. What do you say about us going to that gyro place you like for lunch?”

“Mom,” Caroline fidgeted with her fingers. “I need to talk to you.” When Y/n continued to type, she said with an edge in her voice, “Right now. Please.”

Taken aback by the tone, Y/n saved the document and closed out before standing from her chair. “What is it, Lila?”

“That’s what I need to talk to you about,” seeing her confusion, Caroline’s eyes glistened. “Lila.”

“Yessss? That’s the name I gave you the day you were born.”

“N-no!” Caroline finally snapped. “That’s not the one you gave me, mom.” That had Y/n puzzled, looking at her daughter with wide eyes. Lip quivering, the teen finally came clean, unable to hold it any longer. “I’m not Lila.”

At first Y/n didn’t seem to react, until a soft gasp left her as the look of absolute shock took over her expression. Her eyes filled with water, hands beginning to shake, “You’re…You’re Caroline?”

“Yes,” she nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. “You and dad sent Lila and I to the same camp. We met there and….well I just really wanted to meet you a-and Lila really wanted to meet dad and please don’t be angry with us, I—.” The teenager was cut off by the sob Y/n let out as she took her in her arms.

“Oh my sweet girl,” Y/n cried, letting 13 years of pent up regret, sadness, and shame finally release. “Oh Caroline.” The teen’s arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling her face into her chest as her own tears spilled. Finally it felt like a weight had been lifted off both their shoulders. Mother and daughter reunited. “I can’t believe It’s actually you—my sweet girl.”

A tearful reunion even had Ollie emotional, the author being consoled by Y/n’s father in the doorway along with her mother. “I-I’ve never been so happy in my life. O-oh my gosh this is the best day ever!” As he cried, Y/n’s father gave her a heartfelt look before gently closing the door to allow them some privacy.

“No offense, mom—well actually slight offense,” Caroline said after explaining the situation of why the twins switched places—keeping out the fact they were planning to reunite the adults in hopes of the two getting back together. “But this whole thing was not it. I mean, c’mon, were you ever gonna tell us?”

Y/n looked deeply ashamed, wiping away at her face constantly, “I know it was wrong of us. Believe me I’ve regretted it every second since the day I left. Keeping you two apart was the worst thing we did and I hope you girls can forgive us. I let my personal issues with your father get in the way—a-and I should've never left you behind. You have every right to be angry,” Y/n paused to grab a tissue. “I honestly hoped to tell you two one day—possibly when you two were sixteen, but then I just didn’t know how to approach that after keeping it hidden so long.”

Caroline took it all in, asking the next question. “So what now?”

Y/n sighed, “Well legally you’re supposed to be with your father, and Lila with me. So we’ve gotta get you back to him. Then we go from there,” she placed her hands on Caroline’s shoulder before pressing a soft kiss to her head, “But I promise you no more secrets. And I’m not letting you go again, honey. We’ll get everything under control.”

Packing for California had Y/n a damn mess. She didn’t know what to wear and went through several options before settling on a fashionable white dress that would do well with the California heat. The sight of her was quite entertaining for Ollie, but was doing his best to offer moral support because she was really starting to lose it.

“What the hell am I supposed to say when I see him?” Y/n waved her free hand. She had sunglasses on her face and curlers in her hair with a glass of wine in one hand as she threw random stuff into a suitcase. “It’s been nearly thirteen years, Ollie. And our last day married was anything but a good parting! I-I mean I know nothing about him except from what Caroline has told me.” A warm feeling flared in her chest. “She says he’s still got that damn 80s stache—gosh what that did to me when I was with him. Only he could make a girl weak in the knees sporting something most men look horrid in.”

“Sounds like he could still make you weak in the knees, babe,” the comment resulted in a glare. “Look, you’re thinking too much alright? Just take a breather and think about the girls. This is for them at the end of the day.”

“I know,” Y/n rubbed her face, downing the last bit of wine in her glass. “Ollie, darling, I can’t go about this on my own. Will you—.”

“Accompany you to sunny California to keep you sane as you embark on this journey of reuniting with your former sexy pilot lover?” At her nod he winks and pulls out his phone showcasing his boarding pass. “Already got it booked, babe. Maybe I’ll find my own Romeo on this trip. Lord knows I have a thing for surfers and skaters—but there's a difference between New York skaters and California ones. I should know…I’ve dated both.”

When asked if she had talked with her father, Caroline subtly lied, “Oh yeah I just got off with him. Says they have our rooms reserved at the Hilton Resort in Palm Springs. He’s excited to see you.”

“He is?” Y/n raises a brow, not finding it believable, and trying to contain the flutter in her stomach. “Well, we should be on the way then. Sweetie, could you check us into our flights while I help Ollie pack the Uber?”

The man trailed after Caroline with a cheeky look, whispering under his breath so only she could hear, “liar, liar, pants on fire.” Caroline spun around to see her mom was turned the other way, bringing a finger to her lips with a wink, “shuuuush!”

When Lila brought the idea up for her and Rooster to go to Palm Springs for the weekend, the plan did not include bringing Marilyn and her parents. Thankfully Phoenix, Hangman, and Charlie tagged along too. The couple was in on the plan and only ones to know besides Lila that Y/n was just a few short hours away from arriving. They timed it so when she and Caroline landed at the airport, they’d already be checked in and waiting at the resort.

“Be warned,” the text from Caroline appeared on the phone. “Mom is DRUNK. She had two cocktails on the plane and had us stop at a liquor store to get some mini airplane bottles.”

“Oh no,” Lila moaned, causing Nat and Jake to look at her in question while Rooster was busy meeting Marilyn’s parents for the first time. She showed them the text, both reacting the same, “This is gonna be interesting.”

Charlie started to whimper, picking up a familiar scent and pulling Lila across the lobby with the couple chasing after them. Meanwhile in the elevator, Y/n remembered she left her purse on the counter. “Crap, I forgot my bag,” she giggled, stopping the closing door and moving as fast as her heels and disoriented state could take her. While she was busy gathering her lost item, Lila came around the corner with Charlie, the dog barking at the sight of Caroline in the elevator.

“Charlie!” She squealed, the animal bolting from Lila’s grasp and into the elevator before it could close. The twins connected eyes just as the door shut, Lila mentally cursing though she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement in her.

“Oh shit,” Jake mumbled with wide eyes, pulling Natasha to the side right when Y/n approached.

“Mom!”

“Oh, you didn’t have to wait for me, sweet girl, I can find the room by myself,” Lila literally had to step away from her Y/n, who had yet to realize it was Lila giving the twins decided on wearing similar outfits. She reeked of alcohol. Caroline wasn’t kidding when she warned her their mother was drunk off her ass. Besides the smell and her slight slurring words, Y/n was having trouble keeping her eyes open, “You go on up, okay? I’m gonna check out the bar real quick—have a glass of water while I’m at it.” As Y/n went to walk away she turned around with a tilt of her head, “I like that jacket by the way—were you wearing that on the plane?”

“Mom, watch out!” Lila shouted as Nat gasped with her when Y/n nearly collided with the bellboy.

“Oh goodness,” was all the author had to say, giving an embarrassed glance to her daughter before turning the corner away from their sights. Jake couldn't help but laugh, Nat holding back her own as she and Lila stared at each other in disbelief.

“The one time she should be sober and she’s completely wasted!” Lila exclaimed with a laugh at the end. “I’ve only ever seen her have one glass of wine at dinner—now she’s looking to run the bar dry.”

Phoenix shook her head with a smile, “Yeah well let her have her fun before all hell breaks loose.” Guiding Lila to the elevator, they all head to the floor where their rooms were.

Meanwhile Rooster and Marilyn had the same idea.

Attached to his arm, the woman was on a rant about what she thought was best for the lavish wedding she desired. Rooster just smiled and nodded, allowing the blonde to have creative control since he had no idea what to say. His first wedding was at a courthouse, nothing extravagant.

“Alone at last,” She hummed in relief, lips going to his neck as she giggled while his arms went around her waist. Bradley mirrored her expression, only it soon went to one of absolute shock when his gaze landed on the woman he never thought he’d see again.

Y/n was in front of him, looking like an angel in white as she stopped short in front of the elevator when they locked eyes. A hesitant smile appeared on her lips, hand coming up to wave as Bradley started to lean away from Marilyn as the doors shut, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him.

But no, his ex-wife was really there.

“Bradley?” Y/n heard the blonde’s voice just as the doors closed, the last thing she saw could best be described was her ex-husband looking at her like she was an actual ghost. Like he didn’t expect her to be there at all.

That put the pieces together.

“Caroline Bradshaw!” Y/n strutted down the hallway, halting when the doors of both rooms opened and the girls appeared before her. With the two sporting similar looks and the same haircut it was difficult to tell who was who. A headache was forming in Y/n’s head from the alcohol, the woman moaning, “Please don’t do this—I-I’m already seeing double.” The teen on her left smiled.

“It’s me, Mom. Lila.”

“Oh darlin’!” the author exclaimed, moving to hug her daughter and place a kiss on her head. “You look wonderful. My goodness this is the happiest day of my life,” she opened her arm to bring Caroline into the hug. “Both of my girls!” Then Y/n remembered what brought her to the floor, “Not to ruin the happy moment, but I’d really appreciate it if you explained why you blindsided me.”

All of a sudden Nat and Jake appeared from the suite Lila was in. “Hi,” Nat glanced down the hall before smiling at the author. “Sorry to break this up, but might I suggest we move this discussion inside.” Coming over to the doorway of Caroline’s room, the two extended an arm to the trio. The girls entered first, and as Y/n followed behind Nat added, “Hi, you probably don’t remember us--.”

“Natasha! Jake!” Both were given a friendly kiss to the cheek, Y/n pleased to see them again after so many years. They looked at each other with a smirk when she entered the suite, “I knew I always liked her.”

Once inside Y/n threw her bag onto the armchair, “Spill it!” She pointed to her daughters sitting on the ottoman, beginning to pace in front of the couch. “Though I’m not sure which one of you told me your father knew I was arriving today, I can assure you that the man I just saw in the lobby had no clue his ex-wife would be in the same state—let alone the same hotel.”

The twins looked at each other, Lila frowning, “You saw dad?”

“Yes I did,” the woman signed, dropping onto the couch. “And gosh if I didn’t know any better he lost his spray tan because of how pale he went at the sight of me. Like I was Casper the not-so-friendly ghost.” Wincing, the author requested a cold compress for her head, Lila jumping up to get one for her. “I’ve wondered for so many years what it would be like to see your father again, but him wrapped around another woman’s arms while I stood there waving like an idiot was not what I had in mind.”

At that moment Ollie struts in with sunglasses on his face and shirt opened to reveal his chest, whistling before stopping short at the sight of his ashen best friend. “You look horrendous.”

“Thanks, Ollie,” she muttered sarcastically.”

“Why the lone face, babe?” He bids a glance to the couple entering the picture, mentally thinking how hot they looked together after Y/n introduces them all.

“I’m currently investigating why my daughters felt the need to leave out the fact their father had no idea I was coming today.”

“Oh,” his eyes went wide, slowly starting to back away along with Nat and Jake, both wearing the same expression as him. “Well in that case imma just head to the pool.”

“We’ll join you—that sounds like a great idea,” Nat says in a rush, the three turning to run but were stopped short by Y/n’s, “Hold on a second!” They slowly turn back around, biting their lips.

“Are you all keeping something from me?” Y/n looks between the three before her attention is directed to Lila’s soft voice.

“Mom, dad’s engaged…...” The news has Y/n slowly fall back to the couch, her shoulders dropping while her heart clenches. She doesn’t know why she’s so disappointed.

Actually she does know why. It’s the reason she can’t bring herself to love another person no matter how much she opens up to them.

“And she’s horrible, mom. The wicked witch of the west!”

“I met her before camp and she was so rude to me when he wasn’t paying attention,” Caroline voiced. “I thought he’d have ended things already but for some God awful reason he’s still with her.”

“We can’t let him go through with it, mom,” Lila adds with determination, “He’ll regret it for the rest of his life. And well…the only way he won’t is if he sees you again.”

Y/n can’t help but make a sound of disbelief. “Wait a moment,” she nervously laughs, sitting up straighter, “are you trying to set me up with your father?”

“Yes,” they echo together.

“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” Caroline says followed by Lila shouting, “You two are perfect for each other!”

“Girls—stop right there!” Y/n exclaims when the three adults try to sneak out. “Did you all know about this?”

“Whaaaaat?” Ollie scoffs, trying to play it off but Y/n knows him better than that. Jake and Nat were also denying it but the author’s knowing look made all three come clean.

“Okay I had some knowledge.”

“We sorta had an idea—call it a hunch.”

“It was just so sweet and sounded like a good idea—.”

Y/n falls backward onto the cushions with a dramatic sigh, “Lord have mercy.” She found herself in the hotel bar twenty minutes later with an ice water and some concoction she requested for her hangover. To her side she noticed a pretty blonde lady take a seat and order a gin martini. “Here’s to….” She inspected the drink with a frown before saluting the blonde, “here’s to you. Hopefully your life is not as complicated as mine.”

The lady gave a tight smile, “Thank you.”

God the drink smelled horrible, tasting exactly like something no one would drink unless it was the only source of hydration. Groaning, Y/n downed the contents in three gulps just wanting to get it over with, covering her mouth with a hand when it felt like it would come back up. “Excuse me,” she mumbled when an unpleasant sound escaped, resulting in the blonde giving a look of distaste. “I would not wish this upon my worst enemy.”

“Here’s you bill, Ms. L/n,” the bartender placed the receipt on the table for her signature.

“Thank you,” she quickly scribbled her name and passed it back along with a few bills for a tip, the blonde getting a good glance at it causing her eyes to go wide.

“You’re Y/n L/n?”

Taken aback, the author nodded shyly. “Yes.” She received a squeal from the woman.

“Oh my gosh! I was just reading your latest novel on the drive here!” She moved to the seat right next to Y/n. “And my agent told me about auditions coming up for the adaptation of your ‘Bridesmaids Chronicles’ series. Ah it’s fate!” Extending a hand, the blonde introduces herself, “I’m Marilyn Brooks.”

Over by the poolside Rooster approaches another woman resembling his ex-wife, muttering an apology when he sees it’s not her and bumps into almost every person he passes, “Sorry.”

“There you are, Bradley!” Marilyn’s father comes up to him while her mother takes his arm.

“Bradley, this resort is just beautiful. Don’t you think it’s perfect for the wedding?”

“I do,” he adjusts his collar, voice turning soft when his eyes cut across the pool to the woman descending the stairs. A smile appeared on his face, “Absolutely.”

It was her.

Anything Marilyn’s mother said went in one ear and out the other, the navy pilot excusing himself with an apology as he began to make his way around the pool. “Excuse me—sorry,” he dodged a man carrying towels before doing the same to another guest. “S-sorry,” his eyes stayed on Y/n, who was walking and taking in the scenery.

Not paying attention, Rooster stumbled over a cooler, which happened to be Jake’s. The two were seated on the beach chairs with Lila and Charlie, Ollie just off to the side looking flabbergasted as he took in his best friend’s ex. Nat looked at him in concern behind her sunglasses, “Bradshaw, you okay?”

“Yeah,” he turns to her briefly, causing him to collide with a pool boy,

“Sir!”

“Dad, watch out!” Lila’s shout had Y/n turn, gasping when she witnessed her ex-husband fall straight into the pool. Nat, Lila, and Ollie all gasped with her while Jake just took his phone out to video the whole thing. Y/n had to turn away when Rooster began swimming to the side she was on, ignoring all the looks he was receiving by his little spectacle.

The poor pilot was completely drenched head to toe. Y/n fidgeted as he approached, both smiling at each other nervously.

“Hey, Y/n/n.”

“Hello, Roo.”

Wiping at the water dripping from his eyebrow, Rooster moved closer causing a warm feeling to erupt in Y/n’s chest. Gosh he had changed—of course it had been 13 years, but Lord did he have to get even more attractive? And that damn mustache had her weak in the knees but thankfully she remained composed. “It’s good to see you.”

Getting straight to it, Bradley gave her a look once over, “It’s good to see you too….but is there something I’m missing here? You don’t seem too shocked to see me as I am to see you.” Squeezing the water from his shirt, “I mean it’s been thirteen years and—.”

“Dad,” a soft voice interrupts him, Rooster stunned when he sees who believes is Caroline standing beside Y/n. “I can explain why she’s here.”

“Caroline,” he says with caution, briefly glancing at the woman to see her reaction, “you know who this is?”

“I do.” She allows her natural accent to flow, “And actually, dad, I’m not Caroline….”

Coming on Y/n’s other side, Caroline grins at her father. “Hey, pops.”

The best word to describe Bradley’s face was astonishment and pure happiness. “Both of them?” He looks at the girl he came to the resort with, eyes shining a bit with the emotion filling him, “Lila?” Then he looks at her twin, “Caroline?”

“I’m not sure if it’s fate or you both just picked the most random summer camp to send your daughters too….but we met there and it wasn’t too hard to piece it together. You know besides looking identical there was the same birthday detail and the fact we were raised by one parent.”

“They switched places on us, Bradley,” Y/n put her arm around Caroline, beaming down at her.

Rooster looked at her stunned, but smiling nonetheless. “W-what? You mean I had Lila this whole time?”

“Well I wanted to know what you were like, and Caroline wanted to know mom—are you angry?”

He answered her with a big hug, “Oh darlin’ of course not,” he kissed the side of her head, not wanting to let her go. “I’m so happy—I can’t believe it’s you!” Pulling away he ran a hand over her cheek, in complete awe of her. “It’s been so long—you were so small the last time I saw you.”

“Well I’m all grown up now….and quite without a father,” she pulls away from him to stand next to Caroline.

“And I’m about to head into high school, where I’ll be one of the few to not relate to other girls arguing with their mother on the daily,” Y/n shakes her head with a chuckle at Caroline’s words.

“Care, you’ve been in New York this whole time?” At her nod he opens his arms, “C’mere kiddo.” After their hug Y/n politely requests a moment with Bradley, the teenagers giving sly looks as they walk away.

“No problem…take your time.”

The two take a seat on one of the beach chairs, Y/n asking for a first aid kit when she notices a cut to his forehead. As she tends to him, Rooster goes, “Jesus, both of them together? Wow, I can’t believe it—this is unreal,” he then raises a brow, “How long have you known?”

“Since yesterday morning,” she explained softly, gently wiping away the blood before dabbing it with rubbing alcohol. She apologizes when he winces. “My father figured it out the other night. Honestly I’m ashamed I didn’t suspect anything—I just thought Lila had come out of her shell after camp when she was thrilled to come to my meetings where there’d be new people. And before you ask, Caroline told me you knew I was coming. Obviously, we were both deceived.”

“Talk about karma,” Rooster chuckles, not shy of calling them out on what they did wrong. “We kinda deserve it.”

“I do,” she corrects with a tight smile. “It was my idea after all.”

“Yeah,” he leaned closer, connecting their eyes, “but I didn’t stop it from happening, Y/n/n.” Seeing her hand falter at the name, Rooster tilts his head, “What is it?”

“N-nothing,” she nervously laughs, turning away to grab a bandaid. “Uh—I-I haven’t heard that name in awhile.”

“Do you not like it anymore?”

“No, no! I do like it. My dad still calls me it from time to time,” she says, putting the bandaid on his forehead. “I guess it just feels different.”

“I get it,” he nods, offering a small smile. When she wasn’t looking he unconsciously let his eyes take her in for the first time. “You look good, Y/n/n.” That was a lie, she looked incredible. Like an actual angel before him with her white dress and soft curls.

Before she could respond Marilyn appeared, causing the two to jump back when they realized how close they were. Rooster went a little red while Y/n scratched the back of her neck.

“Finally there you are! I’ve been looking for you everywhere,” The blonde said in relief, smile dropping slightly when she sees her fiancé with the renowned author, “Oh good you two met. Brad, this is the author of the series I was telling you about—the one I’m auditioning for….umm am I missing something?”

Glancing between the two, Y/n felt her heart sink at the realization the lady she met in the bar was the same woman she saw Bradley with in the elevator. His fiancé….who was in for the shock of her life when it was revealed not only were they married, but his daughter was a twin.

“Hey, Mare, great to see you again. I’m the Caroline you met at the beginning of summer. This is my twin, Lila. I was pretending to be her while she was pretending to be me,” she points to her sister before extending a hand to Y/n, voice full of pride. “And this is our mother, Y/n L/n.”

Everyone should have expected disaster to happen at some point in the weekend. The ex-wife, who Bradley may have had feelings for still, and the fiancé—who was keeping a secret of her own.

One that the girls discovered when they snatched her phone.

That night after the stunning reunion, the girls schemed their way into recreating the night their parents met. With the help of Jake, Nat, and Ollie, the group got Sonic milkshakes, Route 44s, and some food for the pair who they ordered to follow them to where they parked Rooster’s Bronco overlooking the beach.

“Clever girls,” Y/n chuckled, popping a tater tot in her mouth. “You see what they’re doing, right?”

“I do,” he laughed with her, “not a bad job if I must say. Though, we’re missing all the discarded baseball gear and beer cans.”

For about an hour the two talked in between bites of food. When the topic of their breakup came up, both tried to hide their regret as to not let the other see how it still affected them.

“It was your hairdryer,” Bradley said when Y/n asked if she had hurt him when she threw the object at him, unsure of what it was since the moment was a blur to her now. “Clipped me in the arm.”

Y/n looked away in embarrassment, though she did remind him of why she threw it, which then had the pilot frown in shame.

“But look at you now. New York Times Bestselling author, just like you wanted. It’s amazing, Y/n. I’m really happy for you.”

“Thank you,” she gave a small smile. “It’s still surreal. And as much as I hate to admit it, it feels like it wouldn’t have happened had I stayed—even though I regret it.”

“You do?” he turned in his seat, tone unreadable though his eyes showed a different story. She didn’t look at him when she replied.

“I always had some regret. But because my dream came true I thought it was meant to happen. Leaving was the only way I could get it done. Then after discovering it was Caroline with me it all hit me full blast….I hurt her more than anything—and Lila. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive myself. Now it feels like everything that happened after that day wasn’t worth it because I lost a piece of myself.” Y/n sighs, looking up at the stars, “I was just so angry with you and by what that officer said. It felt like no one believed in me and in turn why should I believe in myself. So I did the only thing I could think of….and I packed.”

Turning to face Rooster, a solemn gaze took over, “And you…didn’t come after me.”

Rooster didn’t know what to say other than, “I thought you didn’t want me too.” He was astonished by her confession, thinking how everything could’ve been different had he listened to his brain screaming at him.

“Oh well,” she sipped her drink, “It doesn’t matter now. The past is the past. Let’s just put on a happy face for the girls and I’ll be out of your hair again.”

The rest of the night Rooster couldn’t think straight. While Y/n made the arrangements for what they should do about the twins, he just nodded and agreed. All he could think about was how he let her go and regretted it everyday since. Even when they arrived back at the hotel to their separate rooms he went to bed with the image of Y/n as the last thing he saw before sleep overtook him.

Y/n was checking out of the hotel when Rooster approached the counter. “So I’ll book Caroline’s flights for December and April.”

“And I’ll do the same for Lila in the summer,” she nodded, placing her bill from the concierge in her bag. When the girls arrived moments later, both parents were speechless by their matching outfits. “Girls, what is this?”

“Well, mom, we sorta came to an agreement. And we don’t feel like parting ways just yet.”

“Excuse me?” Y/n tilted her head at the teen who spoke. She thought it was Lila, but then again the woman wasn’t sure. They were hiding their necklaces to not give away who was who. “Lila, we don’t have time for this. Our plane leaves in four hours and I have a meeting with my publishers tomorrow.”

“Cancel them,” the other told her, making Y/n’s mouth part while Rooster’s eyes went wide.

“Caroline.”

“Yes,” they both answered.

Now the adults were becoming frustrated. “Girls, this is not funny. You’re gonna make your mother miss her flight—now stop this charade and tell us who is who.”

“Mannnn that’s pretty sad, huh,” the twin on the left voiced, “Can’t even tell your own daughters apart.” She received stern looks from her parents.

Going up to them Rooster leans down, putting his hands on his hips as he tries to tell them apart. Pointing a finger at the twin on the right, he smirks, “this is Caroline. I know that smirk anywhere.”

“Are you sure, dad?” the other twin says, plastering an identical smug expression. “You wouldn’t want to send the wrong twin to New York now?”

“Here’s what we want,” the one directly in front of Rooster states, “We want to go to Penny’s end of summer bash at the Hard Deck tomorrow night—you know, the one that happens every year. We go as a family, and once we do then we will say who’s Lila and who’s Caroline.”

Both parents look at each other flabbergasted. Then Y/n threatens, “Or I take one of you with me back to New York, regardless of who you are and that’s the end of it. Sounds good?” Nothing came of it, however, when Y/n pouted as she sat in the passenger seat of the rental car Ollie was driving until they made it to San Diego. Phoning Yolanda, her meeting was rescheduled and her flight was booked for Monday morning. They got lodging at an airbnb and settled for the night with both girls staying with Y/n on the promise they will stay with Bradley after the party.

Marilyn was not happy with the news of them staying an extra day. Having to deal with one daughter was one thing, but both twins had her head spinning. There was already high tensions with the teenagers, now throwing the ex-wife into the mix made things difficult for Marilyn when she was battling for Bradley’s attention. Not to mention all of Rooster’s friends didn’t like her.

Nerves raked the author when they arrived at the Hard Deck. It was her first time at the establishment and the only people she knew coming in were Nat and Jake. Ollie tagged along thankfully but then he was distracted by the adorableness that was Lt. Robert Floyd. Both girls dragged Y/n to all of Rooster’s friends, introducing the author with pride that made her chest warm.

“Oh hey guys,” Caroline giggled when the squad’s eyes bulged out at the sight of the three. “It’s me Caroline—the actual Caroline. That over there,” she points to her twin wearing a similar outfit only it was a Rolling Stones t-shirt and not The Beatles, “is my twin Lila, who y’all have been hanging out with the last two weeks. And this is our mom, Y/n L/n. Can’t believe dad fumbled such a bag.”

“Caroline,” Y/n scolded with a shake of the head, smiling when each of the guys introduced themself. “It’s nice to meet you all, the girls have told me all about you.”

“Wish we could say the same, ma’am,” Fanboy laughs, “We only know you from when Rooster gets drunk off his ass. Loose lips you know.” Y/n felt flustered by the comment, realizing Rooster still thought of her even after everything that happened.

Penny treated the author with a warm welcome, as did Maverick who both were surprised to see each other. “Oh my gosh, you’re Pete! You guys…you two rekindled?”

“We did,” he blushes, “took some time but it worked out. I’ve heard all about you, Y/n,” he gives an awkward shake of the shoulders, “He…told me everything about a year ago when it was the girls’ birthday.”

Everything seemed to be going well until the twins overheard Marilyn speaking ill of their mother. “She’s being a snake and you know it, Bradley! Ever since she got here there’s been an ulterior motive—and I bet you those kids are in on it,” she pointed a finger with a hiss.

“You’re being ridiculous, Marilyn,” Rooster’s tone takes another edge. “She hasn’t even spoken to me the entire night except to greet us when we arrived.”

“She doesn’t have to talk! It’s all in the looks and smiles! She’s a fucking romance author—of course she knows what to do to get someone’s attention. That’s how sad and desperate she is.”

By now Caroline had enough, bringing everyone’s attention to the scene when she yells, “You don’t know what you’re talking about!” In her peripheral vision she sees Y/n, Nat, and Penny stand from their seats, moving closer to where they were.

Rooster gives a warning look, “honey, this doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does!” She ignores his disapproving eyes. “How dare she talk about mom like that?! You’re gonna let her speak about her that way—about the woman who gave birth to us?”

Lila steps up, glaring at the blonde, “Instead of worrying about mom, she should be worrying about who’s blowing up her phone wanting to know when to meet at the motel tonight.” They watch as all the color drains from Marilyn’s face. Rooster turns to his fiancé, confused and demanding an answer.

“What is she talking about?”

“I-I—she’s. Bradley, there’s nothing—.”

Caroline cuts her off, “Who’s Colonel Mustard?” Again Marilyn goes pale, though there’s anger in her eyes. “What a code name, Mare. I guess I better refer to his actual name, you know. Does the name Admiral Patrick Cross ring a bell?” She mocks, “oh yeah, he’s dad’s married boss at Top Gun and she’s been sending naked pictures to him all weekend.”

Gasps sounded all around, Ollie, Nat and Penny slapping a hand to their mouth where the squad and Mav all went, “oh shit!” Y/n looked at her daughters stunned before glancing at Bradley to see his reaction. The man was in disbelief, staring at Marilyn with unreadable eyes.

The blonde saw red. “You little bitch!” Before she could stop herself her hand came up and slapped the teen across the face, leaving a nice print in its wake along with a scratch from when her fake nail dragged against the skin.

Now Y/n saw red. Literally Kill Bill alarms blaring.

Marilyn screamed when her jaw snapped to the side full force from the impact of Y/n’s fist. The author had pulled her by the hair to turn her around, nearly ripping out her extensions. Blood coated Marilyn’s mouth, and a tooth even fell out by how hard Y/n had punched her. Before another blow could be landed the woman was pulled back, fighting against the hold from Ollie and Nat, “Touch my daughter again and see what fucking happens bitch—I’ll cut your fucking eye out!” While she was being dragged to the back patio to prevent from committing a crime, Marilyn ran out the front door with Rooster chasing after her.

Tears in their eyes the twins raced to their mom. When they got outside they saw her shaking the first that was no doubt throbbing. Ollie was trying to talk her down, all while complimenting how badass she was. “Oh honey,” she saw Caroline, moving to hold her. Telling Penny to bring out two ice packs, the woman brushed her uninjured hand against the teen’s cheek. It flared her anger more, wishing she could go beat the shit out of that cunt. “My sweet girl, are you okay?

“I’m fine, mom,” Caroline whimpered, sniffing when Y/n wiped the tear that fell. Her face stung and there would likely be a mark but she didn’t care. All she could feel was warmth and happiness by how her mom stood up for her. Looking at her first, the teen frowned at the discoloration. “Are you okay?”

Penny came out with the ice packs, handing one to Y/n and Caroline. “I’m fine—at least right now because my adrenaline is pumping. Give me a few more minutes and I could be in debilitating pain but we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.” Glancing over the deck, Y/n’s face fell slightly. “Where’s your father?”

“He went after the witch,” Lila said with distaste. Caroline mirrored her expression, both twins disappointed with Rooster. The reaction had Y/n take a deep breath, controlling the anger rising which nearly snapped when the man slid open the doors of the patio and walked toward them.

“Not now, Bradley.”

“Y/n, listen to me—.”

“You went after her, dad,” Caroline sniffed, glaring up at him. “What the hell?”

“Not in the way you think, honey,” he leaned down to cup her face, careful of the mark. It was taking everything in him to remain composed. Just moments before when he was ending things with his now ex-fiancé, Rooster had to remember she was a woman and not to lose it even though she had just laid her hands on his daughter. Had she been a man….well there would be an ambulance called. “I only went after her to tell her to get her crap out of the house and expect charges for assault to be on her doorstep.”

Now that had them speechless. “Really?”

“Yeah, kiddo. And I’m so sorry,” he kissed her forehead, moving to hug her and opening his arm for Lila to join. “Thank you both for what you did. I owe you two for saving me.” He feels them laugh against his chest, the pilot lifting his gaze to settle on Y/n. She has a smile on her face, blushing when they look eyes. At her wince he notices her hand was now black and blue. “You should get that looked at.”

“Oh It’s fine—,” she tried to deflect but he wouldn’t have it.

“That looks broken, Y/n,” he gently moves the girls to the side so he can inspect it. The woman makes a pained sound when his fingers try to turn it. “Yeah, we’re going to urgent care right now.”

“Bradley—.”

“No excuses. Girls, let’s go.” He almost wanted to laugh at the pout on Y/n’s face, hauling her to the Bronco before speeding off to the nearest urgent care. The entire way she tried saying she was fine, but the pained expression every time she moved her hand in the slightest gave away that she was in fact not fine. The girls couldn't help but giggle at the way the adults were bickering. Like they were still married.

With a diagnosed fracture and cast on her wrist, Y/n felt butterflies in her stomach when they returned to the beach house for the girls to get their things. They would spend the final night at Rooster’s before Y/n and Ollie would pick Lila up in the morning in time for their flight. While the girls were upstairs, Y/n and Bradley sat on the deck, neither not knowing what to say.

“What time do you take off?”

“A quarter till nine,” she replied, keeping her eyes on the waves in front of her. She felt him come to her side, so close she smelled his cologne that if she closed her eyes, it would put her back in 2006. “It’s a straight shot thankfully—no layovers.”

“That’s good,” he muttered, head spinning with a million things he wanted to say but couldn’t form the words. Part of him just wanted to confess he still loved her. That he never stopped. That they should try to kick things back off. But then he thought about how their lives went. Here he was a Top Gun instructor in San Diego, and she was a bestselling author in New York.

Rooster thought of her stories. He read every single one on the market the day they dropped, feeling the heartbreak in him every time he flipped through the pages of her second novel that he knew was loosely based on their story. He remembered crying at the end when he finished it the first time. It was the only one without a happy ending.

All the books were hidden in his closet, but at least once a year Rooster would pick up one and read the beautiful words Y/n wrote. He was so proud of her, but didn’t know how to say it.

“Roo—.”

“Y/n/n—.” Both chuckled nervously when they tried speaking at the same time.

“You go,” she insisted. Wiping a sweating hand on his pants, Rooster took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” he exhaled. “For what I said to you that night. And for not standing up for you like I should have,” his face was full of regret. “I was more worried about my job than you—a-and it was wrong of me to do so. I made you feel like your talent wasn’t worthy, that you’d never make it as an author and I’m so fucking sorry for saying that. You are an amazing writer and you deserve everything that has come from it. Your books are incredible, Y/n. Every one of them.”

Y/n feels her throat tighten, voice going small, “Y-you—you’ve read them?”

“Every single one,” he confesses, making her whimper slightly by the emotion erupting in her chest. “On their release day. And I read them in one sitting.”

Y/n’s heart was soaring. Never did she think he’d read her books, let alone buy them the day they came out. His confession was making it harder for her to let him go again. “Roo…” she whispers, eyes glistening as he moves closer to her.

They stared at each other for a moment. No words came out but in their looks was everything they needed to know. The love they thought had left years ago resurfaced in just a few days.

Right as it looked like Rooster was about to lean down, the sound of a car filled their ears, causing Y/n to drop her head. “That would be Ollie.” Rooster nods, disappointment filling him as he slowly backs away to enter the house, but not before giving her one last look to see her wiping her eyes. Y/n gives the twins a kiss on the head before waving goodbye when they leave. Now that he was home, Ollie wanted to know everything he missed—jaw dropping when Y/n admitted they nearly kissed.

“Why didn’t you!?’

“Because, Ollie!” She says dramatically, “four hours ago the man was engaged and may I remind you, we’ve been broken up for over a decade. Why the hell would I let him kiss me when there is no chance something would come out of it.”

“You don’t know that, Y/n,” Ollie comes around the kitchen island, wine glass in hand. “Look, you may not have seen it but my eyes know what I saw this whole weekend. And it was a man who wants to sweep you off your feet and take you to the nearest chapel.”

“Ollie—.”

“Did you not see his reaction when you clocked that bitch? My God it looked like he was about to pop a semi.” Y/n put her free hand to her face, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach. The whole moment at the bar was a blur to her from the moment she saw that wrench put her hand on Caroline. It was all a haze until she was outside dealing with a throbbing hand. Barely did Y/n look at Rooster, she was focused on her daughter.

“Noooo, I did not see his reaction, Ollie. I was too busy dealing with the fact I was about to commit bloody murder.”

“Well I can assure, babe, that your sexy pilot of an ex was wanting to throw you over his shoulder and take you to bed. After of course making sure sweet Caroline was okay.” Setting down his wine glass, he gives her a stern look, “Tell me the truth, do you still love him?”

“It’s complicated—.”

“It’s a yes or no, Y/n.”

“What exactly do you want me to say,” she threw her hand out, “that yes I’m still hopelessly hung over him and wish I could go back and time to stop myself from leaving? That seeing him this weekend made me feel like a twenty-two year old girl again? That I have envisioned everyday since Caroline told me about the switch, that maybe we could pick things off where we left?” They were all rhetoric questions, Ollie allowing her to rant as tears threatened her eyes. “Of course I do—to all of the above. But this isn't one of my books, Ollie, this is real life—a-and his life is here while mine is in New York. I don’t want to leave that and how should I expect him to leave all of what he has built here for me?” Sniffing, Y/n looks away with a hand to her chin, whispering, “It’s why I left in the first place.”

The rest of the night the two packed the rental car so it was ready for the morning and watched cheesy rom-coms since neither could really sleep. They got maybe four hours on the couch, but soon their alarm woke them up to start the day. Y/n called Lila to make sure she was awake and ready before showering herself, putting on a simple outfit for the flight.

It was a heartfelt goodbye when they arrived at Roosters home. Caroline held onto Y/n for almost five minutes, the woman promising to call her everyday so she could hear how the teens' day. They spoke of excitement for the holidays with Y/n promising to take her and Lila skating around the big tree and to celebrate New Year’s in Time Square. Not too far from them Lila was held by Rooster, the teen lightly crying when they pulled away.

“I’ll see you soon, okay?” He tells her, brushing a thumb over her cheek. “Maybe sooner than you think, Lila darlin’.” She doesn’t think much of the comment, only nodding up at him before embracing Caroline when approaches. Together the girls walk to the car with the adults watching as Ollie gives a hug to Caroline.

“You take care of yourself, Y/n/n,” Rooster places a hand on her shoulder, “and hope you two have a safe flight.”

“Thank you,” she tells him, offering a tight smile. “And I will.” He surprises the author when his lips gently press against her forehead, squeezing her hand after it had fallen from her shoulder to hold it. They share one last look, Y/n nodding to him before walking up to the car. She and Caroline share one more embrace, Y/n kissing the teen’s head with Caroline shutting the door of the car behind her. Waving through the window, Y/n blows her a kiss as Ollie presses on the gas. Soon Rooster and Caroline grow smaller in the rear view mirror, the distance growing by the second until finally they disappear when they turn the corner onto the freeway.

On the plane Lila barely talks. She’s either nose deep in the book she bought at one of the airport shops, headphones in, or looking out the window with absolute silence. Y/n tries to have a conversation, but eventually gives up knowing her daughter needed some time. The only response she received when assuring Lila the holidays were around the corner was a sad nod. Within hours the sunny skies of California turn into gloomy clouds of New York. Rainfall greeted them as they stepped out of the airport, finding their Uber quickly to beat the afternoon rush. It took maybe an hour for them to get home from JFK, Y/n frowning when she saw Lila wipe a tear away.

Ollie was dropped off at his home first, waving to them with the promise of seeing them later for dinner. Dropping their stuff in the foyer, they call out to Y/n’s parents. “Mom? Dad?” “Gran? Grandpa?”

“I’ll check the study,” Y/n moves to the room her dad spent most of his day in. A smile appeared when she entered to see the morning’s newspaper in his hands.

Or so she thought was her dad’s hands.

Leaning against the door, Y/n spoke with a soft voice, “Hey, stranger, we’re back?”

The paper dropped to the desk, revealing a beaming Caroline in a flight suit sitting in the chair. Y/n’s jaw dropped, hand going to her chest. Caroline gave a cheeky look, “Hey, mom, did you know an F-18 can get you here in a quarter of the time compared to a commercial jet?”

All she could do was nod back slowly, feeling her heart pound against her chest. “Y-yes, I-I’ve heard. What—.” Upon her gasp when she saw Caroline, Lila raced into the study, matching the expression of her mother.

“Care! What are you doing here?”

The twin rose from the chair, “Hope you don’t mind us crashing in. But, it took us less than a minute after you guys left for us to realize we didn’t want to lose you both again.”

Y/n almost stumbled as she took a step into the study, “W-we?”

Caroline’s gaze drifted to the other entrance of the room, where Rooster appeared in his own flight suit, eyes locked on Y/n, “We.” He heard her make a sound, the hand on her chest going to her mouth. “My biggest regret was letting you walk away that day, Y/n. I’m not gonna make that mistake again. And I promise to never make you feel like you aren’t worthy of something—because you are worthy of everything you set your mind to. And I’m gonna make sure you know that everyday.”

Y/n started to feel the emotion bile in her throat, shaking her head slightly to stay strong. “A-and I suppose you just expect me to fall into your arms like I did all those years ago,” she saw a smile form on the corner of his lips, the man slowly moving closer to her with a knowing look. “And cry hysterically saying we can figure this whole thing out and have a long-distance relationship with our girls being raised here and there,” he continues to move closer, making Y/n’s heart pump faster. “—and we just pick up where we left off…with the promise of growing old together and…”

By now Rooster was directly in front of her, gaze full of love and adoration. She forgot what she was about to say, getting lost in his eyes, “oh come on, Roo. Is this supposed to be a happily ever after?”

“Yes,” he cupped her face in his hands, thumbs caressing her cheeks that were warm and damp. “To all of it, Y/n/n. You write happily ever afters for a living, now it’s time for you to have your own.” He smirks adding, “Except you don’t have to cry hysterically, baby.”

That nickname combined with the offer had the tears rolling down her cheeks, Y/n nodding weakly against his palms, “Oh yes I do.” The last word was met with his mouth pressed against hers, fireworks erupting all over her body. Letting her eyes flutter shut, Y/n’s hands moved to the back of his neck to deepen the kiss, feeling Rooster smile causing her to do the same.

Behind them their daughters were holding back their squeals, Lila falling dramatically onto the sofa while Caroline leaned against the bookshelf, “I can’t believe we actually did it!” They eventually moved out of the study to allow the pair some privacy, all the while they never broke the kiss until needing air but kept their mouths close.

“Wait a moment,” she ran her hands along his flight suit, “Did you steal an F-18 so you could get here before me to come confess your love—and had our daughter in the backseat?”

He gives a shrug, grinning wide, “Maybe.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” She looks at him like he grew two heads. “And how does Caroline—.”

“Well actually Mav helped me out,” his arms went around her waist, pulling her against him. “We got special permission—so don’t worry I won’t be arrested anytime soon. As for Care, Fanboy and Bob have been teaching her a thing or two about being a backseater. I think she’s getting the hang of it.”

“Oh my lord,” Y/n closes her eyes before laughing at the whole situation. Rooster laughs with her, nuzzling his head into her neck. “You are an impossible man, Bradley Bradshaw.”

“Only for you, Y/n L/n.

Six months later……

Y/n wiped the sweat from her forehead, pressing the enter button with a huff of victory. The glasses were removed from her face, leaning against the back of her chair to give her body the much needed stretch. When her arms extended out to relax the tense muscle, the diamond ring on her finger sparkled against the light. The sight made her smile, eyes going back to the words on the screen.

A knock on the door sounded seconds later, “Come in.” Gently opening, Rooster appeared with a mug of steaming coffee, his own wedding band reflecting as he shut the door. “Hey you.”

“Hey yourself,” he winks, coming to put the mug on her coaster before leaning down to kiss her lips. “Lila called, the two are staying after school for a club meeting.” Y/n thanks him for the coffee, nodding at his words with a knowing look.

“I take it pizza is the move then tonight?”

Rooster chuckles, “Unless you want me to whip up some pasta, but I gotta warn you it’s not gonna be anywhere near what you get in town. Although not to toot my own horn, my spaghetti is pretty damn good. At least that’s what Caroline tells me.”

“Oh goodness, well I can eat anything at this point,” she sighs dramatically, “Or maybe we can tell them to meet us at Milo’s. I think a celebration is in order.” Rooster tilts his head confused, but then smiles at the word doc on the screen.

“You finished?”

“Yes,” she beams. “Well I finished the draft. I plan to edit it myself first before sending it off….but it’s done.”

“That’s amazing, baby,” he kisses her cheek, gesturing for her to get up so he could sit and have her in his lap. “I’m so proud of you. You got that done in a record time. Didn’t you just start that—not even a month ago?” Y/n nods shyly.

“I had a lot of inspiration. The words just flew out honestly—Yolanda is gonna have a field day.”

Rooster gets a glimpse of the last paragraph causing a smile to appear on his lips. Respecting her writer's privacy he didn’t ask much about the novel when she started writing it, only when she discussed it on her own terms. He could see the excitement in her eyes, warmth in his veins by how happy she was and couldn’t wait to read it when she finished. “May I ask what inspired this book, Y/n/n? Although, I do have a funny feeling.” Y/n didn’t have to answer, her bashful smile was enough to tell him everything. “Have you thought of a title yet?”

Glancing to her screen, Y/n read over the final paragraph stopping at the words in bold THE END. Her readers were gonna freak out when it would be announced she’s coming out with a sequel to her second released book, the one responsible for her receiving fan mail with them begging for her to continue the story. To give the characters their happy ending.

She just needed her happy ending first.

The story was being written in real time.

“I was bouncing between a couple, but I think I have it,” she faces her husband, grinning as the name slips off her tongue. It was what Lila and Caroline had coined when Y/n came to them about the book.

“I think I’m gonna call it….The Parent Trap.”

……………….

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let it snow | s.mg x reader

oh, the weather outside is frightful... let it snow! let it snow and snow!

❅ mingi x reader

❅ prompts: "looks like we're snowed in." + "maybe you could warm me up...?"

❅ wc: 1.1k

❅ warnings: pure fluff with a nice mix of smut - fem receiving oral - daddy!mingi

❅ a/n: written for Merry Chaosdays 1K Follower Event, requested by @minisugakoobies. sunny you are such a fucking doll and i love you so much! thank you for requesting my mans mingi, i haven't shown him any love in a while. i started to write this and forgot to turn on the word count...this almost got out of hand lol

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“Mingi I swear to God, if you don’t hurry the hell up-” You glance down at the shiny golden watch on your wrist and suck your teeth, “We’re going to be late!” You shout down the hall to your boyfriend.

You can hear him moving around in the apartment, taking his sweet ass time like his mother won’t chew your asses the moment you step out of the car. You love Momma Song, but that woman is deadly with her wooden spoon. Huffing in annoyance, you kick off your shoes and stomp into the apartment, ready to drag Mingi out the door by the ear if you must. Just as you make it to your shared bedroom, Mingi steps out with one hand wrapped around the door handle. You shout in surprise and Mingi giggles as he grabs you around the waist.

“Easy, baby. Don’t want to hurt yourself, hum?” Mingi stares down at you through a pair of brown glasses and you can feel your face heating up. From this angle you can clearly see the moles on his face. Mingi leans down and pecks your lips with a soft smile on his face, “Wanna take a picture?”

You suck your teeth and push Mingi away as he laughs. “Hurry the hell up! I’m not getting hit by your momma because you refuse to move faster!”

“I’ll protect you baby,” Mingi promises with a wink and you roll your eyes.

Pulling the bedroom door shut, Mingi grabs your hand and leads you down the hall to the front door. At the door, the two of you, put your shoes on and you fist the material of your white sweater dress as Mingi helps secure a pair of fluffy white earmuffs over your knotless box braids. Mingi helps you into your faux fur coat and pulls a thick white cardigan over his white turtleneck sweater.

Holding up his keys, Mingi smiles as he unlocks the door, “I already started the car and the seat warmers are on.”

“I love you,” You mutter with a shiver knowing that it is about to be freezing outside.

Mingi pulls open the door and all you see is a frozen sheet of white. You blink and Mingi frowns, “What the fuck?” He reaches out to poke at the snow and you snatch his hand.

“Aht! Haven’t you seen those videos online? Do not touch it and shut the door!” 

Mingi shuts the door and rubs the back of his neck, “Um…looks like we’re snowed in.”

“I’ll check my email. You should call your momma.”

Kicking off your boots, you paddle into the living room and plop down on the couch. As you scroll through your email, sure enough there is one from maintenance stating that your floor and a few others are snowed in due to a sudden ice storm and people are working on getting everyone’s doors unblocked. You can hear Mingi on the phone with his mother and you are so happy that you are not the one breaking the news to her. The party isn’t until two days from now but you were supposed to spend time together before the rest of the family showed up.

Hearing Mingi sigh, you watch as he comes into the living room, pulling the white beanie hat off his head. His hair is sticking up crazy and you smile. “Well since we’re stuck here until someone breaks us out maybe you could warm me up…?”

Mingi raises an eyebrow as you pluck your earmuffs off, toss them on the floor and peel your jacket off; flopping back on the couch and spreading your legs a little to give him a peak at the blue panties underneath your dress. Licking his lips, Mingi nods his head and shoves his cardigan off before he crosses his arms over his waist and pulls his turtleneck off right after. Standing at the edge of the couch in just his white slacks with his glasses skewed, you crook your finger and widen your eyes.

“Warm me up, daddy, please?”

Crawling onto the crouch, Mingi sits on his knees between your legs and grabs your ankle. You muffle as moan as he kisses his way up your leg and nibbles on the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since I saw this dress laying out on the bed.”

“Yeah?” 

Mingi’s hands are warm, heating your exposed skin as he pushes your dress up to bunch at your waist. He says nothing as he peels your panties off and tosses them over his shoulder. 

“Come on my tongue twice and I’ll give you a gift early.”

Your eyes brighten at the promise and you nod your head. Mingi chuckles and settles himself on his stomach between your legs before he dives in. Your back arches as his lips wrap around your clit. He sucks lightly, teasing the heated skin with his wet tongue. 

“F-Fuck! Mingi daddy, please! W-Wanna come for you.”

“Take what I give you, baby.”

“Yes, d-daddy…” You throw your head back as Mingi continues to eat you out. His large hands, hold your hips down, stopping you from humping his face. So, you tangle your fingers in his hair, messing it up even more. Mingi hums against you and the vibrations ripple throughout your body. You can feel your pleasure building and you know it’s only a matter of time before you are tipping over the edge and falling into Mingi’s world. Sweat collects at your temples and you aren’t even worried about your edges. You can fix them later.

Your thighs clench around Mingi’s head and he’s slurping so loud, even as you cry his name, gushing into his greedy mouth. He doesn’t stop, sliding one hand downward to play with your swollen clit. It pushes you into your second release and Mingi hisses as he drowns in you.

“That’s a good girl. Give it to me, baby.”

You see stars at your vision spots and when Mingi pulls away you are both panting. He wipes his mouth with the back of his wrist and settles into your arms. He makes sure to keep his weight off you, cuddling into your side as you catch your breath. Your head hurts a little from the back to back release but you feel good. A gooey fog is blanketing your mind and the warmth of Mingi’s lips on your temple is grounding.

“It’s still early, baby. Nap and we can go again when you wake up.”

“What about you?”

“We have all day from the looks of it,” Mingi whispers as his hand starts to massage your thigh. You snuggle into his chest and kiss his Adam's apple. He laughs and hugs you, “Sleep.”

#mingi x reader #mingi smut #mingi fluff #merry chaosdays event #1k followers event #sunny sunshine ☀️ #fic: let it snow

[chatterbox-73]

Simptember 2022.

Day 3 - heat wave.

Keigo Takami x fem!Reader

This story is a smut story for simptember, I’ll be writing more characters x reader one shots for simptember and if you want to see a character please let me know...

You must be 18 years or older to read this...

🔞⚠️NO MINORS ALLOWED⚠️🔞

Summary: some might say a heat wave isn’t the best time to get hot and heavy, however you and Keigo would beg to differ.

Word count: 1k

CW: NSFW and adult content, oral m!receiving, spanking, anal play (fingering), anal, humping/grinding, sex toy/vibrator and double penetration.

You sat on the living room floor in nothing but a pair of underwear and Keigo relax spread out on the couch, you both sat in little to nothing as the day was a particularly hot sunny day, Keigo fanned himself with a folded newspaper as sweat dripped down is brow “god damnit, it’s so fricking hot” he groaned and threw his head back, you hummed as you thought for a moment “would the bedroom be cooler by now?” you asked as looked back at the man on the couch, “maybe I’ll go check” he stood to his feet and left the room. “Hey get in here” he yelled from the other room, you quickly stood to your feet and ran into the room, when you set foot into the room you were met with a nice cool chill, “you’re a genius, putting our good fan in here, so smart” Keigo hummed as he sprawled out on the bed before you cuddled up next to his half naked body, despite the heat and sweat you both held each other tight as you were originally meant to spend your days off doing something else, however this heat wave hit and stop you for doing anything… until now.

You pulled away from the sweaty man and sat up, you ran a hand down his bare chest before reaching his boxer briefs and pulling them off, you palmed his flaccid member until it was hard and throbbing, you then wrapped a hand around it and pumped it slowly before getting on him so your back was facing him. Keigo grabbed your ass and smacking it, before he pulled your underwear to the side and swiped a finger over your cunt, you wiggled your hips teasingly as you leant down and took your boyfriend into your mouth. Keigo moaned as you bobbed your head up and down, sucking and licking his member while your hand softly massaged his sack, “attagirl, suck that dick” he laughed as he smacked you ass cheek again this time give the flesh a rough squeeze after. Keigo’s encouragement helped you take him deeper down your throat, the man groaned as you gagged on his length and wrapped you tongue around the base of it, Keigo’s muscles tightened and his hips shuddered “god yes, take my cum baby” he moaned as he pushed his hips up and his cock even further into your mouth before releasing his load.

You moaned as you swallowed Keigo’s cum, he taste had quite an effect on you though it was no secret as Keigo had a full view of the cunt clenching and unclenching as you drank him up, “slide down baby” he held the backs of your thighs and pushing you down his chest and passed his hips until the underside of his member was pressed against your cunt, Keigo instructed you the grind back on his member as he reached through the bedside table until he grabbed out everything he needed, “alright hands and knees” he hummed and you did as you were told.

You waited anxiously as you heard Keigo fiddle with an unknown object, that was until you felt the bed shift and Keigo grab your left ass cheek, before spreading it and pouring a cold liquid onto you tight puckered hole. Keigo brought two fingers down to your hole and pushed them in and out of you until they moved no resistance, he then moved onto a scissoring motion with his finger, however as soon as the motion started it stopped. Keigo pulled away and poured more lube on your ass, this time he grabbed both your ass cheeks and spread them wide before lining himself up and pushed in, there was a harmony of moans as he bottomed out, you couldn’t help but moan and whine as he stretched you out with each thrust of his hips, “fuck, your ass is so sexy pressed up against me” Keigo groaned as he pulled you flush against his pelvis before smacked your ass cheek particularly hard, “grind back on me baby” he demanded as he rubbed a hand over your lower back. You whined and did as you were told, grinding slowly before gradually picking up speed, Keigo held your hips as you ground back on him “yeah, that’s it, shake that fat ass” he moaned and watched as your behind shook as you wiggled and ground on him, he was absolutely mesmerised by your ass. You began getting lost in your rhythm that was until you felt Keigo grab your hips and stop you, “stay nice and relaxed for me, baby” he hummed and leant back to grab something, you took a deep breath and focused on the wall in front of you not wanting to excite yourself, you felt Keigo move a hand under you and begin rubbing something wet and rigid against your clit, you hummed in delight at the sensation that was until it stopped and suddenly something was roughly shoved into you. You cried out and tried to pull away from the fullness you were feeling however your boyfriend just held you in place and told you to breath, you took deep breathes in and out, slowly adjusting to the unnatural stretch, but soon enough you were back to grinding against Keigo and the toy he put in you. When Keigo was sure you were comfortable enough with the toy he turned on the vibrator and watched you fall undone instantly, “shit I can feel it, fuck I’m gonna cum” he groaned and began thrusting roughly into your rear, you couldn’t make sense of the words he spoke as you creamed all over the vibrating toy. Keigo held your hips in a vice-like grip as he cum, after he released he pulled out and disposed of the condom before holding the vibrating toy in you, “Keigo… I’m done…” you whined as your sensitive cunt clenched, “oh baby, I’m no where near done with you” he hummed and turned up the vibration.

Simptember masterlist (Coming soon)

Day 2 - Future:Zeke Jaeger

Day 4 - Detention:Tenya Iida

#bnha #mha #keigo takami #mha hawks #boku no hero academia hawks #hawks x reader smut #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #keigo takami x reader smut #mha keigo x reader #simptember

[angelharness]

Started writing this right after seeing the movie like yeah this’ll be a nice short, sweet work, 1k words maybe. Ended up being around 3k lol

Just something sweet, guy’s been through a lot and I couldn’t find much in the way of writing that was just simple and sweet with him. Reader getting some special treatment

Soft Spot / Weak Point

WARNINGS: none come to mind, no meaningful spoilers

MIGUEL O’HARA  / SPIDER-MAN 2099

It’s hard work, and you pride yourself in that. It’s hard work, and also unpaid and unending. No weekends or holidays away to intersperse long days and longer weeks. Rest is brief if managed at all and never enough to work away the hours spent on duty. But it’s your work and your dedication to it is unquestioning. 

Today’s share of work, which has you maneuvering and slinging through a sunny seaside cityscape saturated to overwhelming vibrancy, is particularly grueling. Two anomalies of differing origin thrust into one dimension incredibly distant from their own makes for a burdensome pain. This is a case that’s spanned days now, you believe on it’s fourth by the time you are wrapping it up, and has ranged across even more universes. Sun-cooked dessert towns, cities that rise infinitely, worlds of buildings floating above the earth on platforms, all converging at a fight on the side of a high rise lurching miles above the sea.

It’s only when it’s done and the offenders are sealed away does it all come crashing down suddenly, the force of a plunging wave hitting land crest first. The hunger from skipped meals, exhaustion from numerous hours awake in bed, the ache in your muscles that is nearly omnipresent in your life now. Although your new form, advanced beyond your entire understanding even now—some three years into your vigilantism—allows you to soldier through more damage than imaginable, it only means more pain to fill that new capacity. It’s in your new line of work that you’ve forgotten the dangers of negligence on the body. It isn’t something to cross your mind when you’re being flung into apartment complexes and having chunks of sidewalk chucked your way.

You’re heaving as Jess takes them away, lugging them by a handful of webs through glinting, crackling portals. One half of your ribs is especially tender, but you force yourself not to slouch as you watch. The thought of sinking into your mattress nearly makes you sob. 

You don’t know where the weight was when you were ripping your way through endless variations of New York and splitting your knuckles on villains’ faces, but now it’s sinking fully and deep into your bones, pooling as liquid lead in your feet. The blood, rising from cuts focused on your shoulder, your calves, is temporary and will dry up and scab soon enough; you’re more worried about the damage you can’t see. Tendons and bones that pang and nerves that throb. 

You’re afraid your grip will simply slip as you sling off the windows of tall office buildings, trying to find a more secluded rooftop, appropriately hidden, before taking your portal home. 

Your feet hit the hot blacktop of a parking lot rooftop, a landing that burns in your ankles, shit, and pull yourself up, but you feel all lopsided. You’re mulling over what to get for dinner between the drifting black spots of sleep that pool in your vision (maybe you want to sleep for a day first) when you pull your arm up to bring your watch into view—even the motion requires a considerable deal of effort and a bit of momentum to bring your elbow up to the height of your shoulder. Now that you think about it, you believe you’ve heard something about putting in requests for days off at the society. That sounds nice right about now. A weekend in bed. A cold shower to ease the burns, flush the dirt from wounds; your suit could also go for a cycle in the wash. Nobody realizes how high maintenance such a costume is. 

You think of Miguel even though your head feels like it’s being squeezed. A part of you, the softer self from earlier years in your line of work, longs for him to be proud, but the voice of reason you’ve honed is knowledgeable enough to understand recognition in an organization so densely populated is a luxury, and expecting it from Miguel is praying for rainfall in a desert. 

You think of other things. Bed, sheets, cotton warm from the dryer. Steamed vegetables, fat dumplings, sandwiches and thick-cut fries and beans over rice, your mouth is watering, your everything is aching, and then you’re falling face-first into the cracked, black turf. It burns momentarily, but you’re gone before the pain can form fully.

You try to peel your eyes open but can’t manage the will. Sleep is still recent and enticing, still ebbing, running over you in streams of backwater flow. Even the colors behind your eyes, the watery yolks of browns and yellows, are fuzzy. A particularly large breath in stings your senses awake and reminds you that you’re in fact alive. 

You expect the blue gradient of deep night when you do pull your eyes open, but light tells you it’s day, just now seeping into evening. Your eyes close again, reaffirmed. The deep ache in your stomach and sides has left, to which you untense in relief. The sweat along your hairline, your neck, collecting on your wrists, is gone, as is the weight from your eyes. That was a ridiculously good nap. 

As your senses lag behind in waking up, folding out into each limb and prickling muscle awake, you realize you’re not in your bed. Too firm, folded at angles; when you sink into it it’s not the sweet depths of your mattress or blanket but the constructed mass of muscle. You open your eyes again, let the light bleed in, gradually, then close them again, seeking refuge in the amber of sleep. 

You shift. A touch swipes across your head, fingers pushing through your hair and then draw gently along the scalp. The motion repeats, nails drawing careful lines inward. Again, again. You force tired eyes open for a longer moment, long enough for colors to sharpen into discernible shapes. Reality is delivered, served on silver platter but without flourish, abruptly. You jerk forward, finally forcing out your first sound, a questioning grunt, frazzled by sleep. 

“Don’t sit up so quickly,” you’re eased back so that your head meets—thigh? “You’ll make yourself woozy.” 

Miguel’s voice.

You slept in, it’s not today but tomorrow. Apologies and half-baked explanations tumble to the forefront of your tongue but unravel there as well. You crane your neck back to take in more bleary shapes, still sifting into finer images. It’s the colors of him, though, brilliant red and blue, a bit hard on the eyes when you’re just stirring from sleep.

You place a hand out to ground yourself, fingers stretching out curiously over ground, no, a woven, padded seat, then your palm rises instead to grope at the intrusion beneath your head. Warm, defined, not the flattened pillow back in the apartment of your personal New York. 

Realization is the best wake up call, a dose of heavy, heavy caffeine without the thick syrup introduction from coffee. Both of you jolt, you more so, him to a degree more contained, but you do feel the tips of claws flicker out from the pads of his fingers, barely grazing your scalp. You’re in Miguel’s lap, head resting on his thigh. 

A pang of silence rolls around the room, rattled like a lone coin in a silver piggy bank, silent in a way that is intrusive and impossible to ignore. The coin falls. 

“How was your little nap?” Miguel asks, focused in front of him.

You wonder if it’s said in humor, but that’s not what he does, so maybe it’s a patronizing jab. You’re going to wake up with the entirety of the HQ pooled around your desk like it’s high school and you fell asleep during the lecture. The realization that it’s only you two is almost worse. 

It takes a concerning deal of will power, maybe down to the last drop, not to take a quick squeeze of appreciation (the fixture of the suit prompts the eyes to wander). Even still, your fingers still linger in one spot before you can rip them off with the urgency as if you’d been scorched, looking at them with the same expectancy of warped scars, but it’s only your hand that you look back at. No singed or scalded skin. 

Again you place it in front of you then slide your weight forward to prop yourself up on your forearm and elbow, sluggish and gingerly, like rising through a coat of snow, comparable to its allusions to hibernation. 

“You’re fine where you are,” Miguel says again, and now you can 

He holds his voice in such an authoritative grip that you’re late to realize he’s attempting to settle you and not chastise you. He must sense your anxiety, maybe something he can sense simply through touch, to hear the rapid thrumming of your pulse in your neck and ribs. The speciality of your accelerated senses vary from spider-person to spider-person, so who can say?

You’re in Miguel’s office—but the word never felt right to tack onto the odd, grand intricacy of the bizarre auditorium he conducts the majority of his universe observation; it's a little more abstract than that word constitutes. It was always a sort of amphitheater to you, fixed around the platform of his desk and display of screens and windows, live feeds of little worlds piled over each other in adjustable tabs, screens staggered by video lag. He whisks away a clip of a world you’ve seen him linger on time and time again but never let yourself ask about. 

You let yourself still, and so he resumes petting your head. All the feeds stop suddenly, paused onto snapshots of worlds of every palette.  

“…did I fall asleep?” you finally say when your throat is no longer dry as coal. You did, but you’re looking for a little further elaboration. You have an idea, a very sensible reason in mind, but are lost when it comes to how you got here. Miguel gives you special attention, no doubt, a fact that’s become less and less hidden over the progression of your time together. It goes relatively unquestioned though, sparing you of a deeply uncomfortable but arguably justified confrontation. It’s likely his constant present at your side that wards off such altercations at all. 

He doesn’t answer straightforwardly. 

“You weren’t taking care of yourself,” is his response, but it sounds less like a reply and more like the introduction of a grim matter. No matter how close you do draw, he never entirely drops his formality, except for catastrophic events of frustration. He still isn’t chastising you, but his tone is more equipped for a serious intervention at the dinner table.

Mentally you turn your word bank this way and that, give it a few solid smacks, and hope a series of clever words will tumble out and into a quippy, lighthearted reply, the majority of your side of your guys' banter, but you only manage a guilty sounding noise of agreement, on its own a confirmation of his observation.

His hand stops and allows him a second to glance down at you impassively and then back ahead, apparently unbothered by whatever was transpiring. Now that your senses have sharpened back to working order, you can feel all your blood burn in your cheeks and warm your skin with a sudden flow of heat. 

“I guess I have,” you continue, embarrassed by your lackluster response. Your tongue never works so well around him, vengeful in its drive to embarrass you in his presence. 

“I mean that seriously,” Miguel says, and he surely does, since he ends that with your name, a personalization he doesn’t often bestow upon others. You never especially noticed until it took you by surprise when he addressed you directly and it hit like a crisp, open-palm slap across the back of the head. Your neck could’ve twisted with how quickly you snapped your head towards him. 

There’s a million and more half-formed, undercooked explanations clanging around in your head but the words don’t fall into place, jostled by an anxiety you can’t place. 

You try to lift yourself up another time by swinging your weight upwards but this time Miguel places his hand on your chest to sink you down onto your back. 

“You know that’s a problem,” Miguel continues.

“Yes,” the first word you can dish out of your scrambled vocabulary. 

“That’s part of your work—making sure you’re in operating condition. We need you functioning properly.”

“Yes,” you say again, blinking. Miguel keeps petting you. Is he going to address that? You’re nervous that if you mention it he’ll stop, so just let your teeth sink into your bottom lip, only enough to burn distantly. 

“There’s no point in working at all if you’re not in working order.”

You watch the mask of his suit dissolve, threads of light glittering and then melting to reveal the face beneath it all. The red and blue of his second face, with slanted, fierce eyes, erodes, the color retreating into the neckline of the suit. And then it’s just him, eyes still fixed forward but without the glassy reflection of a screen lighting a kaleidoscope in the iris and whites of them. 

You stare a bit too longingly and let your teeth grind further into your lip until it outright hurts and you stop. 

“Entendido,” you finally respond, attempting to sound unbothered and lightsome, as much as your buzzing nerves will allow. Attempting to explain oneself never goes well with Miguel; if it doesn’t suddenly escalate things, it’s a lost cause. In one ear and out the other if it had registered in the first one at all.

He, again, looks back down at you, now with his face, his features, his heavy eyes, dark with deep lines streaked beneath them. And still uncomfortably pretty. 

“You taking care of yourself too, though?” you ask. Something in his expression twitches, his lip pulling to the side. You watch his chest bob with a noiseless laugh. 

“Let’s get you something to eat, a proper meal,” Miguel begins, turning his head away. Blue light runs along his profile like a torrent of vivid, colored rain, mapping the dimensions of his features, searing gray and purple on his skin. 

“You too,” you snap back, laughing when he grunts dryly in response. The pain in your skull is distant, maybe gone entirely. 

Carefully, you draw a hand back up to your head and let it settle gingerly on Miguel’s thigh beside your chin. He doesn’t react, so you let it rest fully on his leg and dare your eyes to flutter back closed. 

He works so hard, more so than you, than perhaps anyone in the organization; he’s dedicated his entirety to this line of work, and the stress is evident and insurmountable. You can only imagine the extent of the weight on his shoulders, only a quarter of the total made visible on his face. You could turn this all around on him and it would likely be even more relevant than when directed at you. For the moment, you can only furrow your brows and hope your concern is palpable in its sincerity and depth.  

You are hungry, very much so, can feel the insistent ache roll around in your empty stomach, couldn’t ignore it for the world, but your attention is drifting, stuck on the warmth of Miguel, the tightness in your chest that isn’t unpleasant but unquiet. Not entirely excitement, but something not far off from it, either. If this is his approach to you overworking yourself, you’re not sure it will be effective in dissuading you. 

Suddenly, energy thrums across his arm and centers on the wrist on his watch, energy that sparks orange lighting up the screen. Lyla’s little flickering likeness sprouts up from the device, pushing her glasses back up to her eyes with a pointer finger. 

“Miguel,” comes her voice, crackling through a bout of brief static. She’s seen too much of everything from every numberless span of universities to comment on your current position, even as you catch her eyes dart over to you with a crease between her brows. And maybe a cruelly amused, sharp smile.

“Spider-Man Poland wanted to get back to you on t—”

“Te escucho, I’ll see to that, mute for an hour, Lyla,” Miguel replies, collected. He hadn’t exactly jumped, but you noticed how he straightened his back, and again the momentary intrusion of the claws from his fingertips. You had assumed up until now that he had full control over its functions.

“..Mm?” Lyla closes the hand she had been gesturing with. Her eyebrows are raised so high they nearly float off her head.

“Mute for an hour.”

She blinks, again pushes her glasses back up although they’re already at the summit of the slope of her nose. Her fiddling causes them to slouch back down anyways. She tucks her arms into her sides and purses her lips before relenting, disappearing back into the watch, the screen flickering off with her departure with a begrudging, “Of course.” 

Against your better judgment and knowledge of Miguel’s temperament, you risk to ask, “are you mad?”

He moves his hand to run along your shoulder instead, down to the elbow and then jumping back up, repeating. Your throat is dry again. Not in fear of his answer, but more akin to the deep thrumming of your heart. 

“Disappointed,” he offers after a pause, but it isn’t said with commitment, only proposed as a response to appease your inquiry. It’s said soft enough to dispel your worries in that regard. It’s not fatigue that eases the tone of his voice but something gentler. Everything in you burns. There is another pause that leaves you reeling for words to sate the silence with, but Miguel speaks first.

“Yes,” he starts, apparently answering himself, “why don’t we get lunch? Food would do us both good.”

He turns to you, not frowning, his version of a smile. His expression is lighter, at the very least, missing the distinct, pronounced lines of a scowl or sleeplessness, muffled at least by something discernibly sweeter. With eyes fixed on his, you nod slowly. He ruffles your hair briefly and your heart does something weird, a skittish, lopsided cartwheel, in your chest.

“Five more minutes, though,” you say, hoping the humor in your voice is more audible than the sheepishness. 

“You know how busy I am.”

You do, god you do, you’re not sure how he thinks such a thing is something that could slip your mind like. His schedule, packed until it bulges at the seams, is one you are fully and extensively aware of, especially since he never usually has the time for little moments like the one you’re sharing now. Never surrounded by so many people, and so many people so alike you that share such specific beats in their history have you still been so deeply lonely. 

“Two more minutes,” you suggest, instead. If not for an extended history with Miguel, you wouldn’t joke with him like you did. You sling your banter back and forth, mostly forth and at his expense, only because he has an undeniable soft spot for you that hadn’t been hardened like the rest of him, the gap between the armor. It might, soon, with your consistent pestering, but you know him, know when to stop, know or at least think he holds a tenderness for your joking, if a little touchy.

He is unamused, leaning his face on a fist, lips tight, but he doesn’t push. 

“Two more minutes,” he relents, “but I hope you’re taking this all seriously.”

You are, a bit too much so, if your hammering heart is anything to go by. You’re too flustered to manage a smart response, opting again to nod wordlessly. You let your eyes close again and lean your head back against his thigh.

“Use the claws again,” you say, opening your eyes enough to stare, half-lidded, up at him. He makes a gruff noise of question. You take his hand by the wrist to guide it back to the top of your head, your fingers daring to brush up to his, linger there, too, palm to palm.

“It feels nice, use your claws,” you continue. He squints at you, maybe mistaking your request for another joke to ease the startling gentleness of the situation, and therefore the embarrassment that burns in you (and must in him too, you imagine, despite the level expression and casualness of the act). How do you muster the sincerity onto your face?

He doesn’t, just lets his hand lay stiff against yours and remain there even after you’ve withdrawn your own. You think you’ve ruined it all until he looks away and continues petting you, drawing the peaks of his angled claws lightly down your scalp. This continues in silence until it burns at him and he realizes he’s gone rigid, tension bunching his shoulders and wringing his guts through anxious, thorough hands. Soon it’s his head that’s scrambled by embarrassment, a feeling that was, before this, distantly and safely in the past. He busies himself with a screen, hoping the light of it drowns out the deepening color in his cheeks. Fuck. Acting like some schoolboy. He crashes a fist down on his desk and it rattles an assortment of things, including you.

“Sorry,” he manages, curtly, through the fingers pressed to his mouth. Shitty coffee and a weirdly damp, pre-packaged sandwich from the cafeteria would do wonders for his embarrassment right now. 

#Spidermen classify as masked men right #I think its fair enough to put this here by that classification #x reader #reader insert #spiderman x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #spiderman 2099 x reader #miguel x reader #spiderverse x reader

[snailor-bee]

Stew in my Love

My second piece for the secret santa event! @onepiece-blorboexchange I was super not required to do this but I felt INSPIRED. I love Jinbei and I was happy to finally write an xReader for him! I'm just realizing now I didn't describe the stew I meant too lkdsjfsd I imagined it was a fish stew but I guess the fun of xReader is it gets to be your favorite stew, made to perfection. >:D For @mirkaaaluv hope you like!

JinbeixGN!Reader / SFW  / 1k

Summary: The two of you decided to cook for one another. Warnings: None!

The air around you was thick with the smells of cooking and you took in a deep breath, pleasure fizzling through you. 

It was almost time then. 

You tried to peek around Jinbei's large frame so you could take a look at the pot steaming merrily away on the stovetop. He noticed your attempts and easily stepped aside with a low chuckle, a long spoon still dipped inside. 

"It's almost done, dear." 

You leaned in further trying to take a look but instead your glasses fogged over making you frown with annoyance. Stepping back you went for your frames but gentle webbed hands stopped you. 

"May I?" he asked and although the perspiration had all but gone away, the frames were still a little wet making his face blurry. Throat suddenly dry, you nodded and he easily grasped the sides and pulled them off your face before busying himself with cleaning them on the sleeves of his kimono. 

"I could have done that," you said at last struggling to find your voice. Jinbei smiled at you. 

"I know, but I like taking care of you," he said simply, handing you back your glasses. 

Dumbstruck you took them before quickly putting them on, hoping your hands hid some of your blush. By the sound of another deep chuckle, you weren't hopeful for your chances. 

The two of you had just recently started dating. All those newfound emotions that constantly bubbled to the surface were all too easily overwhelming. 

Jinbei was just so... so... everything. Wise, kind, funny, attractive... 

He can even cook!! 

You found out only recently and had been begging to eat his cooking. He'd only agreed after making you promise to make something as well. 

Sanji had to be dragged out of the kitchen after he frantically tried to give the two of you 'ground rules' after first giving a thorough tour of every single cabinet and drawer. Even as he was taken away, Sanji had kept pleading to just be allowed to watch or help or—

It would have been amusing if you weren't so annoyed by how long it had taken the rest of the Strawhats to bully him out. This was supposed to be your date. One of the few the two of you could even have on the Sunny. 

Oh sure there was spending time together, fishing, swimming, reading, etc, etc. But this felt different, felt more concrete. 

You were making something together. And for some reason, that simple difference made something twist inside you. 

A timer went off and you surged with excitement as you hurried to grab some oven mutts. 

"Now don't get too excited," you warned as you opened the oven door and a blast of heat hit you. "I've never made bread before." 

"I'm sure it'll be delicious," Jinbei said easily, knocking the spoon on the sides before putting it aside.

You snorted. "You'd say that even if I burned it." Your tongue peeked out between your lips as you carefully withdrew the pan and set it on the countertop. 

"It's made with love, why wouldn't I enjoy it?" he replied, shrugging his shoulders and you closed the oven door a little quicker than you intended, making it slam. 

"Made with love still doesn't mean anything if it doesn't taste good," you argued, leaning forward to switch off the oven. When you settled back on your feet his lips found the top of your head, pressing in a soft kiss. 

"Anything you make I'd love," he said with complete sincerity. 

A blush rose to your cheeks and you tucked your head into his front to hide it and his arms wrapped around you. 

"How do you always just say shit like that?" you muttered, muffled by cloth but he still heard you. 

"Because it's true." A large hand ran down your spine, rubbing little circles along the way. "Besides, it's not just about the taste, it's about the journey. I got to spend time with you like this." 

"I'm going to get cavities," you complained and he laughed, the sound rumbling through him and through you, were you pressed against him. 

"Okay, how about we eat now then, hm?" 

"FOOD?" A distant yell was heard and a single look of horror passed between the two of you. Wordlessly both of you started rushing, Jinbei quickly spooning out two bowls while you got to work trying to cut off two large chunks.

A loud thump and the galley door rattled. "OI!" Luffy's voice screamed through it, easily overlapping Nami and several others' voices that tried to get him to stop. "LEMME IN!" 

In the end, the entire Strawhats crew squeezed their way into the kitchens, Sanji immediately going to survey the damage before he started portioning out the stew that Jinbei had made. 

You were slotted in by the large fish man's side, blowing across a spoonful. When you felt his eyes on you, you looked up and tilted your head in silent question. 

Jinbei smiled, his fangs flashing. "I just see how you like it." 

Immediately you understood and you turned back to your spoon and clamped your mouth over it. 

Your eyes widened and you couldn't resist a groan. It was delicious! Flavorful and yummy, it seemed to burst over your tongue. 

Chewing, you barely were able to swallow it before you beamed at Jinbei, who was still watching with careful eyes. "I love it!" 

His shoulders relaxed all at once, betraying a tension you hadn't noticed before. "I'm glad you like it," Jinbei said softly, almost covered by the chatter of the crew who surrounded the two of you. "Shall we try the bread?" 

You only had eyes for Jinbei, the rest of the noise drowning out to a distant hum. When you nodded he reached out to butter your slice and handed it to you before doing the same for his own. 

Watching each other you both bit in at the same time. 

It was soft, gloriously warm and your mouth filled with warm butter, perfectly melted. 

No words needed to be spoken, you saw how much he enjoyed it and your turned to your bowl with a bashful smile, feeling his hand reach out to land on your thigh. 

It was so big, it spanned the entire thing, his palm so warm and when he squeezed, you felt your heart squeeze in return. 

#bee writes #bee writing #one piece #one piece x reader #jinbei x reader #jinbe x reader

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The Perfect Day

Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: just shy of 1k

Summary: Just a perfect lazy day with your favourite person in the world

a/n: LOL she's back from the dead and writing again! I haven't written in a million years so idk we'll see how this goes. Big ups to @chrissycunninqham and @happinessinthedarkesttimes for just being good friends who reminded me writing should be fun 🖤

If anyone asked you to describe your perfect day, this might just be it. You had spent your morning lounging on the couch, legs slung across Eddie’s lap while you were reading the latest issue of Rolling Stone. He had one hand on your leg, slowly rubbing circles, the other was scribbling notes for his next Dungeons and Dragons session.

The day had started off sunny but over the last couple of hours you noticed gray clouds rolling in, a storm clearly on the horizon. Sure the sun made for good weather, but you couldn’t deny that the sound of rain on the trailer’s roof was like magic, as it would instantly calm you. 

You threw your arms up over your head letting out a yawn while you stretched, slightly startling Eddie. Sitting up you leaned over and placed a kiss on his cheek. 

“As much as I wish I could stay here all day, my back is starting to hurt. I’m gonna go have a shower love,” you said while getting off the couch. You turned around just in time to see the small pout on this face, clearly perturbed you had disrupted the calm morning you were having. 

Walking into the bathroom you couldn’t help the small smile on your face while you thought about the boy sitting out on the couch. You really did love Eddie, more than you could possibly ever describe, but his ability to be so absorbed in something for hours on end was not a trait you shared. Yes, spending the morning doing nothing was lovely, but Rolling Stone was only so long, and you knew Eddie could prep his sessions for forever. With that thought you turned on the hot water, and stepped into the shower. 

By the time you were done steam had filled the bathroom, fogging up the mirror so your own image was distorted. With the water turned off you could hear rain hitting the roof, clearly the looming storm from earlier had arrived. Wrapping yourself in a towel you exited the bathroom, steam following you out. You peaked at Eddie, still on the couch scribbling away like a madman, before you made your way into his room with the intention of getting dressed. 

Keyword being intention. You got as far as putting on a pair of clean underwear before you were sitting on Eddie’s bed. Still warm and cozy from the shower, you decided you were too warm to put a shirt on just yet. So you laid down on your stomach, pulling the sheet up just to your lower back, closed your eyes and listened to this rain. Okay, so maybe this was how you would describe your perfect day, but something was definitely missing. Before you could start dissecting what a perfect day really was you heard the bedroom door creak open. Turning your head to the side you saw Eddie standing in the doorway, staring at you. He made his way over, sitting on the edge of the bed. 

“Ya know, I was starting to wonder where you had run off to after your shower,” he said, voice soft while he started tracing the curve of your spine with his finger, “I wasn’t expecting to find you in here laid out so pretty though”

You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks before you responded, “I was so warm, and the sound of the rain, I just felt so cozy in here. I didn’t mean to leave you out there alone, besides you seemed like you were .” 

“Well I’m done planning for D&D, I think the session will be fun. But ya know, I’m here and you’re here, so maybe we could have some fun now.” A smile bloomed across your face as you watched Eddie lift his eyebrows suggestively, and bite his lip. 

You knew you shouldn’t rile him up, but the idea had come to you so quickly you couldn’t stop yourself. So you scooted over pulling the covers up, beckoning to him to join you. When he crawled under the covers he pulled you close, leaving a kiss on your lips before traveling down your neck. It was almost too easy, you had to stop yourself from giggling. 

“I was thinking of something really fun we could do today,” you cooed. His head shot head, smile as big as could be at that. He looked at you expectantly, so you pulled him close before you whispered into his ear, “I think it would be so fun if we… got comfy and took a nap together”

At that you burst out in a fit of giggles, hearing your boyfriend moan, before he rolled over to the other side of the bed. “Princess, you know you’re killing me right? You can’t just do that to a guy!” He feigned being mad, but you could tell he wouldn’t deny you the one thing you wanted to do today. You gave him an innocent smile before he rolled his eyes and pulled you in to cuddle. Looking up at him you pecked his cheek before closing your eyes. As you snuggled into his side you couldn’t help but feel just a little bad. 

Craning your neck you could see Eddie was already looking down at you,  “Nap with me now, and I promise we’ll have loads of fun when we wake up.” At that his eyes screwed shut, making you laugh. “Well hurry up and fall asleep gorgeous, we don’t have all day.” 

Yeah, this was it. This was exactly how you would describe your perfect day.

#lol be gentle with me friends I am a cry baby #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #st4 #stranger things 4 #ali writes fic