#jealously

[polyamzeal]

[honnelander]

tart

HERE WE GO EVERYONE. the long awaited jealous!Sanji fic!! AKA a prequel to the main go fish! storyline!! this fic takes place before the main events in go fish! but after they met at the Baratie. and don't worry, part 3 for the main series will be on the way. enjoy!! request: i was wondering if you’d consider making a lil imagine/blurb about sanji being jealous of someone flirting with the reader? like imagine zoro and the reader just talking and then zoro suddenly leans closer and whispers to her “it seems we’ve got an audience” or smth like that

WARNINGS: none

word count: 3.7k

pairing: jealous opla!sanji x fem!reader

summary: Sanji watches Zoro and reader talk and gets jealous. Nami tries to calm him down but fails.

go fish! series: part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 masterlist

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“Reading that garbage again?” a voice called out. 

At hearing the question, you glanced up from your well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book, only to see a calm Zoro casually stroll over to you with a hint of amusement on his face.  

You playfully rolled your eyes. “Don’t knock it till you try it, oh great sword master,” you playfully jabbed as you shook out the book to him as he leaned his back against the ship’s front railing, resting his elbows on top of it. “The almighty Zoro isn’t allergic to reading, is he?” 

Zoro snorted, glancing down at your cross-legged position on top of a crate before returning his sights to the Going Merry’s deck and the open ocean. “Yeah, I am allergic,” he agreed. “Allergic to reading that monstrosity you call a book.” 

“Ooo, ‘monstrosity’. That’s a mighty big word for a non-reader like yourself, Zoro. Good job,” you teased as you marked your page before closing the book and joining your friend in looking across the deck and out towards the ocean. 

The green-haired swordsman crossed his arms. “I read.” 

“Mmhm,” you hummed, not convinced. “Sure you do.” 

“I do,” he defended in a gruff voice. 

“Oh yeah? Here, I’ll make it easy for you: tell me about one book you’ve read.” 

Zoro scoffed. “I can tell you about way more than one.” 

You couldn’t help the surprised noise that came out of you. “Oh, yeah? ’More than one’?” you asked with a raised brow and glanced up at your fellow straw hat, trying to wipe off the grin on your face.  

You were certainly surprised that Zoro has read more than one book in his lifetime, but you weren’t surprised that he took your earlier question as a challenge. Classic Zoro, you thought in amusement. The guy could never pass up a challenge, no matter what it was about. 

So, you repositioned yourself on your crate, making yourself comfortable for the discussion ahead. “Alright, come on,” you said and sat up straighter, urging Zoro on, “let’s hear it. Tell me all about them.” 

From the back of the ship, on the upper deck above the kitchen, a certain chef took a long drag on his cigarette as he watched you and his least favorite swordsman be engrossed in conversation. Sanji removed the butt of his cigarette from his mouth with his thumb and index finger, keeping the smoke in his lungs for as long as he could, before slowly exhaling the smoke from his nostrils, his eyes never leaving the two of you. 

“Daaamn, Sanji,” Usopp drawled as he messed with the sails on the ship’s mast nearby, glancing at the chef for a second before returning to his knots. “You look like a smoking dragon. All ferocious and mean. And....extra smokey.” 

Sanji’s gaze didn’t budge, Usopp’s words not fazing the cook in the slightest. “Oh yeah? And what of it knot-boy?” he asked with a slight edge to his words, taking another drag on his cigarette and exhaling through his lips. 

At Sanji’s snarky question, Usopp recoiled and looked back at Sanji more closely with a confused expression. It was rare for Sanji to lose his cool or be in a bad mood for no reason, unless he was going back and forth in an argument with Zoro but even then, the blonde chef usually took those in stride with a smile, much to Zoro’s annoyance, so this was new. 

“Aren’t those things supossed to calm you down?” Usopp asked as he nodded to the cigarette in the cook’s hand. 

“I am calm,” Sanji rebuked a little too quickly to be true.  

Usopp then noticed how intent Sanji’s stare was towards something at the front of the ship and raised an eyebrow. Whatever he was staring at must be pissing him off because the chef’s gaze looked absolutely lethal. What the hell could be making him so mad? Usopp followed Sanji’s gaze, looked towards the front of the ship, and saw....y/n and Zoro talking? 

To Usopp, it looked like they were just having a normal conversation, but when he saw y/n laugh at something Zoro said, hitting his arm with a grin and Zoro having a slight smile, he heard Sanji scoff loudly in disgust and mutter something under his breath. 

And in that moment, it dawned on Usopp what was up, and it was hard for him to contain his shit eating grin: Sanji was jealous. Sanji was jealous of y/n and Zoro. To Usopp, it looked like a completely normal conversation between friends since he knew of y/n’s affections for the blonde cook. But to Sanji? It probably seemed like a complete flirt fest, and he was jealous. 

Up until this point Usopp had thought y/n’s crush was only one sided. Sure, he’s had his suspicions ever since Sanji seemed to stare at y/n more often than not, but Usopp was still just a guy at the end of the day, so he never considered if Sanji might actually have feelings for y/n too.  

But now? Oh boy- Usopp was all caught up to speed and he couldn’t wait to meddle in their budding relationship and tease the heck out of them both for it (when the time was right, of course).  

Usopp looked back over at Sanji and wiped off his grin as best he could. “You say somethin’ Sanji?” he asked innocently, knowing damn well the chef said absolutely nothing. “I thought I heard you mutter something.” 

Sanji flicked the ashes off his cigarette. “No.” 

“Oh. Must just be the wind then...” 

Suddenly, y/n’s laughter could be heard from the ship’s front and Sanji nearly snarled in disgust and shook his head. “What the-” Sanji started but let out an exasperated sigh. “He’s not even funny,” Sanji complained before taking another hit on his cigarette. 

Usopp couldn’t help himself, he had to poke the bear. “Who, Zoro? I think he’s funny.” 

The blonde chef let out a humorless laugh. “Yeah, funny looking.” 

He also had to twist the knife. “Well, y/n seems to think he’s funny.”  

Sanji chuckled to himself and stayed quiet for a moment, contemplating Usopp’s words. “You know what? It doesn’t matter,” he muttered and took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and immediately lighting up a fresh one. 

Unbeknown to the cook and slingshot fighter, standing underneath them and near the tangerine trees was the Going Merry’s orange-haired navigator, who had heard their whole conversation. 

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“Zoro!” You laughed loudly and hit your crewmate on his bicep. “Reading books on how to dismember your opponents doesn’t count as real reading!” 

A ghost of a smile appeared on Zoro’s face as he raised an eyebrow at you. “Says you. Can you tell me fifty different ways on how to cut up a body? No? I didn’t think so.” 

“Fair enough,” you relented good naturedly with a small laugh as you shook your head. “Remind me to never get on your bad side.” 

A comfortable silence fell over you both as you let out a small sigh, watching the waves crash. 

After a few quiet beats, however, you felt Zoro lean into your personal space as he lowly murmured, “Don’t look now, but it seems like we have an audience.” 

You blinked in confusion as your eyebrows pulled together. “What? An audience? Where?” Completely disregarding Zoro’s instructions, you immediately started looking around the ship. “Watching what?” 

“Us,” Zoro said simply and returned to his full height. 

You shook your head in disbelief. “What? Us? Now who would be watching-” you started to say but the rest of your sentence died in your throat when you saw piercing blue eyes staring right you both. “...us?” you finished slowly.  

Sanji? Sanji was your audience? But- why? What? You were so confused. Even from this far away, you could tell something was off with him. His posture was stiff and the usual smile that adorned his features whenever he saw you was nowhere to be seen.  

“When did he get here? I didn’t know he was on deck...” you trailed off, about to move to hop off the crate and make your way over to Sanji to see what the matter with him was when something stopped you.  

Before you could hop off the crate, you saw Sanji put out his cigarette and make his way off the deck and head down into the kitchen, not sparing you another glance. As you made your way across the deck, about to follow him into the kitchen, Usopp quickly called out to you from up on the ship’s mast, asking for your help with knot tying since ‘yours were so much better than his’. You agreed with a small sigh, not wanting Usopp to struggle by himself, so you made your way to the mast and started climbing, but not before sparing the entryway to the kitchen one last glance. 

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji flittered around, grabbing random ingredients he saw at first glance. Mushrooms? Grabbed. A block of cheese? Sure. Corn? Ok. Tomatoes? Sure, whatever. 

As he looked down at the growing pile of ingredients on the counter, he stopped for a second to examine the pile, putting his hands in his pockets. What the hell was he supposed to make out of this? He didn’t know. He couldn’t think straight, and it was bothering the absolute hell out of him. The kitchen had always been his sanctuary, a place where he could always rely on to decompress and escape from his thoughts as he got swept away in the act of cooking that came so naturally to him. Usually. 

But today? His natural instincts weren’t there. He felt his chef’s mind drawing up a blank on how to mix all of these items together and the longer he stood there, the more ticked off he became. On a normal day, he’d have thought up of 15 different dishes he could make and already have been busy at work making one of those ideas come to life. But now? There was nothing. No ideas swirling around in his head, nothing.  

He could feel his face twist up in irritation the longer he was standing there until finally, he let out a short, brusque sigh, muttering, “Now what the fuck am I supposed to do with all this?” 

“You’re the chef, aren’t you supposed to figure that out or something?” 

The blonde chef glanced up from the pile and saw Nami casually strolling in from the deck and up to the counter opposite of him, hands clasped behind her back, with a curious eyebrow raised.  

Instantly, to cover up his sour mood, the cook plastered on a fake smile. “Well, it seems my mind is a little blank at the moment, Darling. Why don’t you come over here and help me come up with an idea or two?” he offered with a wink, taking his hands out to lean against the counter. 

But Nami saw right through him. “I’m good, thanks,” she declined bluntly. Nami wasn’t sure when she had become the Going Merry’s pseudo-therapist, especially since this crew hadn't been together for more than 3 months at this point, but someone had to be, and she figured the only way to get Sanji to talk right now would be if he was doing something he loved: cooking. “Actually,” she started offhandedly, “I have a request for you.” 

Now that immediately got the cook’s attention. “Oh?” he asked with a raised brow, straightening up as he dropped the fake flirty persona. 

“Yeah,” she said aloud, sounding more like she was trying to convince herself that she actually had a request for the cook. From behind her back, she pulled out a couple of tangerines. With a slight smile and raised brow, she said matter-of-factly, “If I remember correctly, I believe I was told I could ask for a tangerine tart anytime I’d like?” 

A genuine smile came across Sanji’s face at that, his eyes crinkling at the corners, as he laughed with a nod. “The Madam is correct.” He took the fruits from Nami’s hands and placed them on the counter, pushing away his bizarre pile of ingredients to make room. “One tangerine tart coming right up,” he said and started bustling around the kitchen with purpose this time, pulling out the necessary ingredients, a far cry from his movements a couple of minutes ago. 

Seeing Sanji occupied, Nami took a seat at the table, sitting where she had left her charting journal and reading glasses from breakfast that morning. She opened her journal back up and put her glasses on, flipping through the pages and resuming her sketch of her latest map.  

Both of them worked in silence for a few minutes, both engrossed in their respective activities until Nami broke it. Before speaking, she snuck a glance at the chef, making sure he was preoccupied before she started prodding and sure enough, he was. Perfect. 

“You know, I never told anyone this before,” Nami started, laying the groundwork for Sanji to open up, creating a tit for tat sort of thing, “but I actually love tangerine tarts.” 

Sanji huffed slightly with a slight smile, not looking up from his work. “Oh yeah? Well, be prepared to fall in love with them all over again.” He started pouring heavy cream into a separate bowl, adding sugar before whisking it all together. “Even Zeff used to say I made a mean tangerine tart.” 

Nami hummed. “Maybe you can make Zoro fall in love with them too,” she said casually, sneaking a quick look at Sanji, only to see him press his lips together in a firm line and start to whisk the cream harder at the mention of the swordsman. “Or y/n,” she added quickly. “I don’t think she’s ever had one either.” 

At the mention of you, Sanji’s face and motions relaxed slightly. “Yeah,” he agreed. “I...think you’re right about that.” 

The orange-haired girl rotated her journal ninety degrees. She decided to prod a little harder. “I think I saw them talking earlier.” 

Sanji simply hummed in agreement, cracking eggs into a bowl, staying silent. With the third egg, however, he cracked it a little too hard on the counter, causing the raw egg contents to splatter everywhere and onto his black blazer.  

“Ah- fucking hell,” he muttered in disgust, throwing the broken eggshell into the trash before cleaning his hands off in the sink. 

Nami looked up from her work and quirked an eyebrow at her crewmate. “You good?” 

The blonde cook shook his head once with a sardonic smile. “Never better,” he quipped. 

Ok, she couldn’t do this dance anymore. Nami closed her journal and took off her glasses, looking straight at him. “Alright, you want to tell me what the hell is going on? You’re acting weird, even for you.” Sanji opened his mouth to protest but Nami spoke before he could. “And don’t lie to me.” 

Mouth still open, Sanji exhaled slowly and deflated. “I- I’m fine.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Sanji-” 

Upon hearing his name, Sanji blinked and raised his eyebrows in surprise. Nami rarely called him by his name.  

“Cut the bullshit,” she continued. “I heard your conversation with Usopp and you certainly didn’t sound ‘fine’.” 

Sanji was caught red-handed. With what exactly? He didn’t really know but he did know he was caught in a lie because he definitely did not feel fine. He shrugged his shoulders, at a loss for words. “I...” he sighed and took off his ruined blazer, draping it over the back of an empty chair, rolling up his sleeves as he avoided Nami’s expectant stare. He grabbed a dirty rag and started cleaning the egg off the counter. “I don’t know...” 

“Sanji, you can barely crack an egg.” 

That brought out a short bark of laughter from the chef. “Yeah,” he relented. “Obviously.” 

“Is this because of your jealously over y/n and Zoro?” 

“My- my what? My jealously?” he sputtered and scoffed, still not looking Nami in the eye. “I, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Why on earth would I be jealous over that stick in the mud?” 

“Oh, I don’t know,” Nami played along, tapping her temple, pretending she was deep in thought. “Maybe because you saw and heard them laughing from all the way across the ship?” she pointed out. When Sanji tried to wave off her accusations with an unconvincing smile, Nami decided to just go in for the kill. If Sanji wasn’t going to admit his obvious liking towards her female crewmate and friend himself, then she’d have to do it for him. “Maybe....maybe because you might have a little crush on y/n?” she offered with a raised brow, staring right at him. 

“Wh-what?? A crush?” Sanji quickly rebuked, jerking his head back. “What are we? Little kids?” 

From her spot at the table, Nami could swear she saw a faint dusting of pink appear on his cheeks. She smirked to herself. She got him. “Well,” she shrugged, “it doesn’t matter how old we get, we all get crushes from time to time.” 

You? A crush? Sanji shook his head as he resumed making the tangerine tart. Labeling whatever feelings he had for you as simply a ‘juvenile crush’ didn’t feel right to him. You were more than that, and you didn’t deserve to be labeled as such. “No, she’s not a crush.” 

“Oh, so you like-like her?” Nami said like it was obvious. “You like her as more than just a friend.” 

“I-” Sanji started but stopped himself and sighed, feeling his irritation grow the longer this conversation went on. Now even the kitchen wasn’t bringing him peace? First, smoking and now this? What was next? “Why does it matter? All of a sudden, my love life is interesting to you and up for debate? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” 

Nami watched his jaw tense and his body become stiff as he started zesting the tangerines. Clearly whatever feelings Sanji was dealing with, he wasn’t ready to openly talk about them, so she decided to back off.

She put her hands up in surrender, slumping back in her chair as she said, “Hey, I’m...I’m sorry. You’re right.” Deciding to give the chef his space, she gathered her belongings and stood up, making her way to the counter. “If you ever need to...talk or anything, I’m here,” she offered quietly. In a normal tone, she added, “Let me know when the tarts are ready. I really do want y/n and Zoro to try one.” 

Speaking of the devil, you came into the kitchen from the deck, eyes lighting up at the sight of Sanji cooking. Seeing Sanji cook was one of your favorite things and you always loved to guess what he was making. “Sanji! Ooo, what are you making?” 

Nami watched as Sanji’s whole demeanor change at the sight of you, like a switch being flipped on. She couldn’t help but smile knowingly between you both. “I’ll be in my room,” she announced before making her way out of the kitchen, leaving you both alone. 

Sanji had a wide smile, shoulders relaxing as his eyes lit up. “Why don’t you guess? Give it your best shot.” 

“Oh! I love this game. Ok, let’s see,” you said as you surveyed the ingredients laid out before you. “I see flour, sugar, butter and tangerines...are you making a tangerine cake or something?” 

Whatever jealousy or anger he had been feeling all day just instantly disappeared once he was with you. He felt like himself again, all carefree and lighthearted as he chuckled at your guess. “Not quite, Missus. But nice try,” he said as he looked into your eyes with a crooked smile. 

Missus. You felt your heart skip a beat at the nickname and you felt your insides became all warm. You hoped your face didn’t give away your swooning. He's never called you that before and you hoped to God that he would never stop. 

“Ah, my bad,” you laughed embarrassedly. “What are you making then?” 

“I, am making a tangerine tart,” he proudly stated as he grabbed another egg, perfectly cracking it this time. “At the request of the ship’s navigator.” 

A wide grin broke out across your face. “No way!!” you squealed eagerly, causing Sanji to laugh. “I’ve always wanted to try one!”  

The blonde chef nodded. “Yes, she did mention that actually.” After a beat, he added, “I hope you like it.” 

“Of course I will,” you said without hesitation. “I know I haven’t known you for that long, but it seems like everything you make is phenomenal. You’re the best cook I know.” 

Normally, nearly everyone compliments his cooking (except for Zoro) and he never really thought anything of it. He knew was the best cook in the East Blue and someday, the whole world when he found the All Blue. But hearing that compliment from you? How you said it so easily and with such certainty? He felt a funny, warm feeling deep within his chest and when he looked at you, just like how you knew for certain that he was the best chef around, he knew right then that you really were the most beautiful woman he’s ever known. 

So, yeah. Nami was right. He guessed he did have a little crush on you, or ‘like-liked’ you- whatever she was saying.  

“Do you mind if I watch?” 

Your question broke the little staring trance he was in, blinking and tearing his gaze away from you as he tried to refocus on the task before him. He truly had to make sure this was the best tart he’s ever made. 

He nodded, perhaps a little too eagerly. God, he was probably acting like an excited puppy, but he couldn’t help himself. “Of course you can,” he agreed with a small smile. 

As you pulled up a stool to sit on the opposite side of the counter, Sanji realized something: him cooking in the kitchen with you sitting nearby? That’s something he could get used to and get used to very quickly. 

[daniswoso]

“Do I have something to worry about?”

Katie McCabe x Reader

Summary: You exchange shirts with a National teammate and good friend, Katie gets jealous.

Warnings: Language, British reader, Chelsea reader, Jealously, Chelsea (they deserve a warning of their own x)

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You and Katie McCabe had been going out for a little over 6 months and you had to say everything in your life has been better since. You were able to enjoy life more, you were able to come home to a gorgeous woman (on the off nights she used her spare key to surprise you after you had been to practice.)

That was the only flaw in your relationship, the fact you played for Chelsea and the fact she played for Arsenal. It sometimes put a strain on your relationship, as you both mostly had practice at completely different times, but you worked through it.

One night though, you came home to an irritated looking Katie sitting on your couch, clad in her Arsenal training gear still. You had just gotten back from a match against Manchester City.

"Hey, love. You okay?" You asked softly, setting your things down and sitting next to the slightly older Irish woman.

"Do I have something to worry about?" She asked suddenly, facing you. Her brighter eyes filled with jealously but also an underlying worry.

"Love, what?" You asked her, confused. She gestured to your shirt, it was Lauren Hemp's. Oh, you thought, is she jealous of Hempo? You wondered, and the thought nearly made you giggle.

"So? She's my national teammate, Katie." She scoffed.

"It's not just fucking that!" She snapped, taking you by surprise, "It's the way she looked at you! The way she had her eyes all over your body! The way that she stared at your abs when you took your shirt off to give to her! The way she couldn't keep her hands of you!" She rants, you smirk, standing and slipping your jacket off you, then pulling the shirt over your head.

"What are you doing, Y/N?" She asked, exasperated and confused, but not exactly complaining at the view she was now being given.

You grab an Arsenal shirt out your bag, one with McCabe on the back. It was the shirt she scored a hattrick in. You always kept it with you as a goodluck charm.

"Oh, so that's where that went then." She said, smirking slightly.

"Katie, you have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you, Hempo's just a friend." Katie's eyes softened as she sighed and brought you into a hug.

"Good. Now never wear a City shirt around me ever again I might have a stroke."

You chuckled, feeling her grin against your neck where she had nuzzled her head into.

"I love you, you crazy Irish woman."

"I love you too, Brit."

You rolled your eyes, "I hate you."

"No you don't." She mumbles and you chuckle.

"No, I don't." You agree.

*****

A/N: sorry it’s so short, been majorly burnt out recently, and my health is dodgy at the moment so I’ve been in and out of the ER, hence the lack of actual fics. thanks for the understanding.

[poisonlove]

Jealous | w.a

Wednesday Addams wasn't exactly sure why she found herself at that party. She was accustomed to spending her nights writing, playing the cello, or simply continuing her investigation on Hyde, but despite this, she was in the main hall of Nevermore, torturing her eardrums in a way she didn't like to be tortured.

Her brown eyes roamed the room, noticing how other teenagers danced, talked, or simply tried to get as physically close to each other as possible. The smell of alcohol stung Wednesday's nostrils, and she agreed that she shouldn't be there at that moment.

It's torture being here.

Her gaze stopped at the figure of Y/N at the far end of the room, accompanied by Yoko. The girl was laughing while holding a red, overflowing glass of alcohol in one hand. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she laughed and blushed at the things the vampire girl whispered in her ear. The vampire's arm was around the shoulders of the academy's only fairy, idly playing with Y/N's T/C-colored strands.

Wednesday felt a strange sensation in the pit of her stomach, like a firestorm that didn't want to calm down. Her hands clenched into fists, knuckles turning white. Her jaw tightened, causing an odd clicking of teeth. Addams was very confused because she didn't know what was happening in her body.

She had probably been looking at Y/N for too long, as the girl had turned in her direction. A smile spread across her lips, displaying her perfectly white teeth. She waved to Wednesday, feeling uncomfortable for not receiving a wave in return. She then turned her attention back to Yoko.

"If you keep staring at her, she'll melt," someone said, and Wednesday turned her attention to the sound of the voice. Two blue eyes looked at her amusedly.

The sensation in her stomach had disappeared.

"I'm not staring," Addams said simply, annoyed by the mere accusation. Enid raised an eyebrow in disbelief.

"I didn't think you'd come to the party; I'm very surprised," Enid said. The werewolf girl had been drinking, and Wednesday wrinkled her nose at the smell of what seemed like vodka. Enid looked at Wednesday with glassy eyes, offering a clumsy smile.

"I'm as surprised as you are, I don't know why I came here," the black-haired girl replied, shrugging. Her eyes, almost unconsciously, sought and fell once again on Y/N's figure.

The feeling of discomfort returned.

Stupid vampire.

Enid held back a smile when she saw Wednesday's throat swallow nervously. Wednesday was clearly jealous, and she would tease her about it forever. Addams resisted the urge to go over there and rip Yoko's fangs out.

"I think I'll go back to the room; I'm not feeling well," Addams confessed, looking at the tips of her shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"What's wrong?" Enid looked at her roommate with concern.

"My stomach hurts; I think I haven't digested dinner," she said with a furrowed brow. At that moment, her nerves had relaxed, and the fire in her stomach had subsided, replaced by embarrassment.

"What did you eat?" Enid asked, rubbing her wrist to ease the pain. Addams grabbed Enid's wrist and pushed her hand away abruptly, annoyed by the contact.

"I ate the usual, Enid," Wednesday replied begrudgingly, rolling her eyes at the somewhat stupid question. The blonde rubbed her wrist, trying to alleviate the pain.

The alcohol in her veins allowed Enid to challenge Wednesday. Suddenly, she had an idea, a thought that, if she wasn't careful, could kill her. Tonight, she felt strangely brave.

"Let me try something," Enid grabbed Wednesday's shoulders.

At that moment, Wednesday was confused and felt like pulling Enid's hair due to the blonde's gesture. Her eyes were fixed on Y/N, a sensation of spiders weaving a web reigning in her stomach, which was suddenly replaced by the fire when she saw Yoko's hand around Y/N's waist.

"Do you feel that your stomach bothers you?" Enid asked absentmindedly.

"Yes, it feels like it's burning..." she whispered softly. Enid Sinclair stood in front of her, blocking her view of the fairy.

"How about now?" She smiled.

"Now I feel better... definitely," Wednesday opened her eyes in confusion at the sudden change of emotions. A knot stuck in her throat when T/C-colored eyes met hers.

Her legs wobbled.

"Perfect. What you're feeling is called jealousy," Enid said sweetly, satisfied with having solved her best friend's dilemma. Wednesday felt like the world was crashing down on her. She couldn't be jealous; she didn't want to be like her parents, she didn't want to fall in love. She despised anything that came close to this feeling, and she felt nauseous at the thought of her parents' interaction.

"How can it be avoided?" Wednesday asked in panic. For the first time in her life, she felt fear. She was afraid of something that was new to her and that she couldn't handle. She wanted to bury it inside her, hide it in the remotest part of herself.

"You can't control it," Enid exclaimed, sighing heavily when she saw Ajax in the distance, her wonderful boyfriend. Ajax greeted her and invited her over.

Wednesday Addams looked at Y/N again, realizing that Enid was right. Her heart was pounding, she had never felt this way in her life, and she was beginning to feel the famous obsession that her father had told her she would feel when she fell in love. Something inside her had bloomed, and she knew it would be impossible to hide it.

If you can't beat the enemy, ally with them, and Wednesday wanted to do just that with Love.

"She will be mine, Cara Mia," Wednesday whispered, smiling slightly, her eyes darkening further due to the darkness growing within her. The Italian nickname that she never thought she'd remember or say in her life came out of her lips naturally, and it felt damn good to say it.

She would be mine, and nothing and no one could separate us, even if she had to kill her and erase her from the face of the earth.

Now that Wednesday had admitted what she felt, she no longer wanted to deny it; she simply wanted to go there and claim what was hers, even if it meant getting her hands dirty with blood to get it.

[urwifebabes]

Just some smiling critters x reader fluff where they get jealous when reader spends more time with someone

“please.”

relationship(s): smiling critters x reader

warning(s): fluff

you were new to playcare but you instantly bonded with the critters. you don’t why but it was kinda magnetic? if that’s the word. you first met Hoppy Hoppscotch and tried to “hop to the moon” with her. you then met Picky Piggy and you guys talked (mostly about her life there) and ate apples. you then met Catnap. he was abit off putting but still sweet nonetheless, he warmed up to you as days went by and even laid on your lap, purring sometimes.

you then had met Bubba Bubbaphant while he was helping Ms. Delight educate the kids. he was sweet but very nerdy. it made you smile. as it was time for ‘recess’, you had came out to meet a cool bigger body name “Kickin’Chicken.” you could tell he wanted to impress you so whatever he did, you looked and smiled as if you were impressed as you watched him beam each time. As you tried to find your office, you ran into a red bear. at first, you had gotten a little scared before she smiled and hugged you. “you must be Ms. Y/N!” you nodded as the bear softly put you down and grabbed your hand, walking you to your office as she talked about how much she lovedd you already.

when you finally made it to you office; you took a breath realizing those were the type of ‘things’ you’d have to work with everyday. you opened the door and seen a big orange dog, Dogday. and on the other side of him was CraftyCorn. awh, they were decorating your office even though you wanted to do it yourself to pass time.

Dogday turned and looked at you. he quickly came over and pulled you into a giant hug. you guessed he was the gentle giant. “Hi, Ms. Y/N, you’re gonna love it here!”

and in fact, you did. you loved the critters so much. they were all so nice, kind, and touchy. but the touchy part had to be as friends even if it’s Dogday placing his hands right above your ass or catnaps tail wrapping around your thigh or Bobby laying her head between your thighs. these were all friendly remarks! (no they weren’t.)

one day, the higher ups made a new critter. just to spice things up. his name was “Jolly Roger” He was some type of sheriff that was a Kangaroo. you had grown to like him and spent less and less time with your critters and more time with the second hopping animal.

the days, turned into weeks, and then months. and the times you did hang out with the OG critters, you also smelled like ground coffee. Jolly’s scent. They hated it. so they decided to speak up. sooner than later.

you were in your office when Dogday came in. Catnap had tried to follow but he quickly told Catnap to leave. “Angel and I have to discuss this, alone.” Catnap didn’t like that too much but he obliged after the other critters told him to.

“okay, Angel.. on behalf of me and the other critters.. you’ve lost your mind and you need to find it.”

you were appalled as you looked up at him with a questioning look. He quickly changed demeanor and chuckled nervously.

“w—what I meant was.. you’ve been giving a lot of your time to the other newest critter and hanging out with us less and less and.. we don’t like it so .. please think about that.”

you looked at him and thought his words over. you were spending a lot of time with Jolly and you didn’t even process it. you quickly sat up and walked over to Dogday, bringing him into your arms.

“oh, Dogday, I’m so sorry, I didn’t even notice..” you whispered into his fur before you went outside to the others and hugged them all each one by one.

“I’m sorry, everyone.. I didn’t even notice and that’s my fault.. I promise to be better to and towards you all.”

they all forgave you and from then on, you spent more time with your critters. equal time with them all. which usually consisted of you all in a big fur pile, happy and content as Catnaps tail gripped your plush thighs and Dogdays head laying on your tits. ah, good times indeed.

A/N: sorry didn’t know if you wanted romantic or not so inbetween!

TAGS : @2faced-fairy @alyssalololol

[linos-luna]

Too Far 🥀🔪

Yan!Jealous!Boyfriend Lee Know x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ , swearing , yandere behavior , unhealthy relationship , mentions of abuse , jealousy , obsessiveness , spanking , slapping , hair pulling …. Idk what else 😅

Synopsis: jealous boyfriend Minho punishes you when getting home… but has he finally crossed the line?

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Your relationship wasn’t healthy. Yet it didn’t matter. Minho loved you deeply, more than anyone ever has. And that’s all you wanted, for someone to love you with their whole heart. It’s not like you knew any better. You were a foreigner in Korea. He and Chan had helped you get comfortable and learn Korean. You knew enough to get around and could mostly understand it. You had also shared everything with Minho, from your rough upbringing to your abusive father, Minho knew everything. He stayed with you through the whole process and promised to protect you from everyone, especially men like your father. No one would ever hurt you again. You felt grateful. In a way, almost dependent on him. What would you do without him?

Unfortunately, not all was good. Minho could be very jealous and scary at times. And today was one of those days…

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The car ride was silent. Awkward and stiff. Your mind was racing, you don’t understand what you did wrong. One minute you’re practicing with danceracha and the next minute Minho is pulling you out of the practice room by your arm. It wasn’t a long drive to the apartment but It felt like it was.

You made your way to the door and let yourself in, taking off your shoes in the process. You then jolt as Minho slams the door behind him, your heart racing as you turn around.

“Jagiya… what the fuck was that about hm?”

You stood there frozen, unable to move to his eerily calm voice.

“Y/n!” He suddenly yelled

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about?” You replied shakily. Honestly, you had no idea. It wasn’t a lie.

“Don’t play dumb with me…” Minho said as he slowly started to back you into the wall. Once your back hit the wall he caged you in and put his hand on your throat but not squeezing.

“Why were you looking at Hyunjin like that hm?! Don’t think I didn’t notice your eyes wandering”

He started squeezing lightly on your throat and tears started to form as you grabbed onto his wrists. “I-I didn’t! I’d never! I-I didn’t do anything!”

“Don’t lie to me!”

You then push his hands away and snap back. “I’m not lying!!”

Suddenly you feel a sharp sting on your cheek. More tears coming out as you touched your hand to the area, looking up at your boyfriend. He looked pissed, with seemingly no care for the harsh slap he delivered.

“M-Minnie—“

Another slap is delivered before you could even finish your thought. You stumble back a bit.

“Are you done lying?” He suddenly says, bringing you back down to earth.

“Oppa, I dont- I-I didn’t- “ Minho then suddenly cut you off by grabbing you by the hair and dragging you to the bedroom. “LIAR!”

“NO NO NO! OPPA IM SORRY!! PLEASE OPPA IM SORRY! MINNIE NO!!” You cry out to no avail. The tears are pouring out as he throws you to the bed.

“I do everything for you! I take care of you!! I LOVE YOU !! And this is the thanks I get?! You flirt with one of my friends?!” He suddenly yells “HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU! YOU FUCKIN WHORE!!”

You cower, backing away on the bed and shaking your head, still crying.

Minho grabs you by the ankles and drags you towards him, flipping you on your stomach, making you bend your knees a bit so your ass is up.

“You know what bad girls get right?” He says, trying to contain his anger as he pulls down your jeans, leaving your panties on.

“N-no Minnie please! I’m not a bad girl! I’m not a bad girl-“

“ENOUGH!!” He suddenly cut you off with a sharp sting to your ass.

You cry out and bury your face into the mattress to muffle your scream. Again he spanks you, calling you an ungrateful brat, then again saying you’re a bad girl. Minho was getting irritated by your loud sobbing and pleas, roughly squeezing your thighs. “STOP IT!”

You cried out in pain again, trying to yell out that you’re sorry for the hundredth time.

“I swear y/n I’m going to-“ he starts as you hear him unbuckling his belt. You knew what that meant. He wouldn’t! He knew how you felt about being hit with a belt. He knew the reaction you would have. It sent you into a panic.

Without second thought you spin around and hug him by the waist crying, no, sobbing your eyes out. Sobbing loudly. “NO OPPA!! NO PLEASE IM SORRY!! IM SORRY!! I SHOULDNT HAVE FLIRTED WITH HYUNJIN !! I WAS BEING A BAD GIRL!! NOT THE BELT PLEASE!!”

You were pleading this over and over through your sobs, holding on tightly to your boyfriend, shaking and trembling.

In that moment, Minho snapped out of his anger. He looked down at you with such concern. What had he done?!

He dropped his belt to the side and put his arms around you, holding you tight as he rocked slightly.

“Baby Im sorry! I shouldn’t have done that. Shh… shh… it’s okay… Minnie will take care of you… Minnie will take care of you…”

He knew the belt was too far. He was so caught up in his anger and jealousy that he scared you, bringing you back to a helpless time when your father would beat you. The one person he promised to protect you from. He felt awful. Like shit. You were his precious baby.

You continued to hold on tight to him, burying your face into his shirt which will definitely be stained with tears and snot. You loosened your grip slightly and pulled back to look at him. “I-I Im sorry-“

“Shh shh, it’s okay. You’re not a bad girl. It’s okay, it’s okay” he interrupted, gently stroking your hair. From all the thrashing around, your poor hair had turned into a poofy tangled mess. He tried his best not to pull on it.

Minho scooped you up in his arms and took you to the shared bathroom, sitting you next to the sink. He then grabbed a wash cloth and put it in warm water from the sink. Your boyfriend then gently dabbed the rag on your face, cleaning off your tears and snot. Also trying to soothe you by humming softly.

You continued to look down, almost as if to process everything. You didn’t look back at your boyfriend until he gently grabbed your chin and had you look at him.

“I love you, jagiya… you know Id never purposely hurt you…”

“I know, Minnie… I love you too” you say through tears. Continuing this toxic cycle. Forgiving him as always. But you love him right? And he loves you? Of course you still loved him… of course…

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Not bad for my first time hm?

(It should go without saying that this is a work of fiction and not how these people are irl)

[animeparadises]

Jealous Jinshi 😆 + the misunderstanding 😂😂

[batmanbeyondrocks]

Credit: memes and movies account (@netflixnmovies)

[saturnite0614]

Saw you looking for Soapghost prompts, as a lowkey soapgaz shipper and major soapghost shipper may I request gaz sadly watching soap and ghost falling for each other?

I love romance of any kind so I can get behind some good SoapGaz. SoapGhost is just my preferred. Your prompt is still murder tho 🥺 (and sorry for taking so long!)

A good teammate isn't bitter. He doesn't get jealous. The victories of his team are his victories. And yet they don't call jealousy the green-eyed monster for no reason.

Gaz wears his heart on his sleeve. Some considered it a flaw of his. If something or someone pissed him off, he let them know. He wasn't going to get trampled on. But unfortunately, he's also a professional, so when he first met John "Soap" MacTavish, he played nice.

The first hint of jealousy came at the way he and Price talked with each other. It was clear Soap was nervous about joining a new task force but it was also clear the two had a deep relationship that predated the captain's relationship with Gaz. He'd reeled that back and actually got to know Soap. The Scotsman was friendly and young, much younger than Gaz would have thought. Already a sergeant and hand picked by Price for a special task force. The jealously ticked away into admiration and excitement at seeing his skills at work in the field, although the chances ended up being rare.

Still, besides Price, Soap was the only other member of the 141 he ever saw and interacted with. It was nice to have someone his own rank he could complain and vent to over drinks. And the two would drink, quite sloppily. It often turned into a competition.

Like Gaz, Soap wore his heart on his sleeve, not yet fully accustomed to the detachment that befell all soldiers – Like it had with Lieutenant "Ghost" Riley. He'd met that man once. He seemed nice enough but the two had never been on a mission together. Soap was the closest thing he had to a friend since Alex. Or maybe more. 

Gaz couldn’t help the way his heart leaped into his eyes at the sight of Soap’s face flushing red as he breached the threshold from buzzed to pissed with a single drink. His blue eyes always sparkled, the effect strengthened by Gaz’s own drunken state and the lights of the bar. He had to dig his nails into his thigh to keep from kissing Soap right there. He couldn’t ruin the one reliable friendship he had. 

So he watched and waited, fighting occasionally with Soap by his side, but mainly spent time at various bases, trading stories and making jokes at Price’s expense behind the old man’s back. Two peas in a pod, as cheesy as that sounds. Ghost was barely a thought in his mind and he was content with that. If he wanted another friend, the lieutenant knew where to find him.

He’d come to find the longing for his squad mate as normal as breathing as well as the fear of losing him whenever he was away. The same worried longing settled on him as Soap, as well as a bunch of Marines, shipped out to Al Mazrah to meet with Ghost. Gaz would be with Price in Amsterdam. There was no guarantee when he would see the other sergeant again, but he held onto hope. The hope was bolstered everytime Price picked up a call from Laswell or Ghost or Soap.

Then the calls stopped coming. 

Then Gaz was hopping out of a helicopter with Price by his side, watching Soap scale a prison wall. For the first time, all of 141 was in one place. Soap was by his side, injured, but alive. Thank God, he was alive. After what Laswell had told them about Commander Graves and Shadow company, he couldn’t shake the gnawing tug in his gut that told him that this was a point of no return.

But even with Soap in front of him, he couldn’t get rid of it.

He hadn’t set foot in the actual city of Las Almas, only flown over it, but he knew he hated it. Because that’s where everything broke. That is where he lost Soap. To fucking Simon “Ghost” Riley of all people. It would have been easy to be angry, to be fucking pissed, if the lieutenant treated Soap like shit. If only he’d been a dick, closed off or he didn’t reciprocate Soap’s feelings.

But it was Ghost who’d first clued him in when he took off his mask.

Gaz hadn’t put much thought into the mask. He thought Ghost was just dramatic. Afterall, how the fuck fo you get “Ghost” as a call sign if you aren’t at least a little emo and extremely dramatic. He pulled the black balaclava off, never breaking eye contact with Soap. And Soap…well Soap tried to hide his interest. He struggled to keep his face neutral, his lips pressed in a thin line and his brow furrowed, but Gaz knew better. Soap’s heart wasn’t on his sleeve, it was on his damn chest and beating for Ghost. What had happened in those few days apart? Did Gaz even want to know?

And of course, silent and separate Ghost got paired up with Soap for their final mission against Shadow Company. Then he’d been on overwatch in Chicago, hanging back like Soap’s guardian angel and there to save his life and sweep him off his feet.

He saw a lot more of Ghost after that, almost always with Soap trailing behind him. He called him Johnny, a name that grew in frequency. Gaz, while alone, had tried out the name for himself, but it felt wrong. Deep down, he knew that his voice wouldn’t spin the same magic Ghost managed to imbue in it. And Soap, Soap called him Simon. Even Price didn’t call him that. 

Maybe he’d been reading into it. He read the mission report, signed by both Soap and Ghost. All it said was that the two kept in radio contact until they could escape Las Almas. But something had happened, something that would never make it into an official report. Gaz knew better.

He fucking knew better, and yet couldn’t get rid of that tug in his gut. He had to find Soap and at least throw his hat in the ring. A voice whispered in the back of his mind, you’re going to fail. 

He saved his life. Where were you?

Gaz hurries through the base, looking for Soap’s telltale mohawk in every room he passes. He’s not in the bunk or the clinic or the gym or any of the offices. 

Towards the end of his search, his steps begin to slow, responding to some invisible force. There’s no one around him. There’s no reason for him to stop. 

He sticks his head around the corner, looking into a darkened hallway. A single red EXIT sign glows, highlighting two figures, both he recognises well. He also recognizes that green feeling, the jealously.

Because it's Ghost holding onto Soap, carding his fingers through his hair. Soap looks up at him, lips moving with words Gaz can't hear, but knows he wants them. The jealousy burns in his gut and in his hands, itching to do exactly what Ghost is doing. It'd be better if he could walk away and spare himself the sight of Ghost leaning forward and capturing Soap's mouth with his. His mask is rolled up. Even in the red washed darkness, Gaz sees the flush that travels up Soap's neck. The same blush that colored his face whenever they drank or whenever a particularly pretty girl flirted with him. Ghost caused that with a single touch. 

Gaz slinks away, watching out for the sounds of his own footfalls.

He isn't one for tears or crying. The first place his mind goes is anger. At himself for waiting. For being cowardly. At Ghost for having the brazen confidence to love Soap. Even at Soap for leaving him for Ghost. 

He slips into the gym, full of people, but he doesn’t trust himself to be alone. If he were alone, he’d could give himself permission to fall apart. But he didn’t want to fall apart because that meant everything was real. If he fell apart, he had to acknowledge he’d let the moment slip by. But how could he have known? If he’d acted, approached Soap and told him what he felt, he could have broken what they had.

But what if he hadn’t? What if Soap also felt that way?

Gaz hides in the locker room for a few minutes before stepping back into the gym. In front of the others, he could pretend his mind wasn’t filled with turmoil. Other people are safe. 

But the people start to leave as the night continues on. With each person that leaves, Gaz feels his resolve ebb away. The sweat drips into his eyes and pours down his back, just like Ghost’s hand had slid down Soap’s back. His lips are red from dehydration, no doubt like Soap and Ghost’s lips after kissing for hours. Did they share a bed? Was that kiss the first?

He’s the last one standing after hours of lifting the same set of weights, burning his eyes into the ceiling. 

“How long have you been here? You smell heavy gingin’,” A familiar and cursed Scottish accent washes over him. It’s beautiful enough to push out the anger and embarrassment. Gaz sits up and against all odds, has a smile on his face.

“Like you smell better.”

Soap levels that damned crooked smile at him, running his hand through his mussed hair. His fingers come back coated in gun oil. Had he put it there himself, or did Ghost?

Soap crouches in front of him, “Need a spotter?”

“What?”

He points to the weight machine where Gaz currently sits in his own puddle of sweat. He doesn’t know Gaz has been here for hours. He probably thinks he’s just here for a late night session. 

Gaz nods, lying back down and ignoring the feeling of his back suction-cupping to the seat. Soap walks by, his leg brushing Gaz’s. It’s electrifying, making the hair on his arms stand on end. He watches as Soap double checks the weights, nodding with approval at the numbers he sees. “Ready when you are.”

Gaz begins lifting again, working his arms past their limit, just to further impress Soap. But his hands are sweaty. The brief break had given the sweat time to drip down his arms and coat his palms. Or maybe it is due to Soap’s presence. He’s so close. How had they worked together when just now, Soap’s very presence sent his entire nervous and cardiorespiratory system into overdrive? Gaz’s hand slips, tilting the weights dangerously to the side. 

But then Soap’s warm hand covers his, correcting his grip. He squeezes tight, not letting go until Gaz’s grip is sure again.

This is your moment, a part of him screams. Waiting got nobody anywhere.

He catches Soap’s gaze through his own eyelashes. His beauty is distorted by the sweat droplets on them. He sparkles, even under the shitting yellow fluorescents of the deserted gym.

Do it.

“You always have me.” He finds himself saying.

Soap cocks his head to the side, flinging greasy strands of his mohawk across his forhead. “I know I do.”

“Not like teammates. If Ghost-”

Soap chokes, his eyes going wide and his face burning red. He runs his hand over his mohawk again. “You saw that?”

“You two aren’t subtle,” Gaz grunts, trying to hide the dangerous shake that fights to seep into his voice. He barrels on, keeping the trembling at bay, “If Ghost hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.”

Soap laughs, “Appreciate it, Gaz.”

Gaz slams the weights down, sitting up fast enough to leave his vision far behind him. It catches up with a crash, but it doesn’t stop him from wheeling around to face the oblivious Scot. “I mean it.”

Soap leans forward, wrapping his calloused hands on the metal bar. He’s the closest he’s ever been to Gaz, breathing the same air as him.

“Garrick, what exactly do you mean?” His voice is low and serious as he works out Gaz’s words and tone in his mind.

Act. Don’t talk.

Act.

Gaz touches his cheek, ignoring the smell emanating off of him and the sweat he transfers onto Soap. He doesn’t flinch back, but his eyes flick to Gaz’s own scarred and calloused hands. He leans forward, giving Soap time to run or punch him. He’d chosen Ghost. This couldn’t change anything.

Could it?

Gaz silences the voice in his mind wondering if what he tastes is Soap or if it is the remains of the time he spent with Ghost. Gaz’s eyes burn, shedding the tears he’d denied himself. He squeezes them shut, not wanting to see the surprised look on Soap’s face. He tastes of gun oil and salt and something sweet he can’t name. Maybe it’s sweet because Gaz knows it’s the only kiss he’ll get.

He pulls back, turning away and wiping furiously at the tears burning cold down his heated cheeks, coroding his skin like acid. It’s the same acid that creeps up his throat.

“I hope he keeps you happy.” Gaz gathers his things, keeping his back to Soap, ever silent. Gaz's voice is hoarse. And hard. And angry. This was taking the gloves off, and it fucking hurt. 

Soap doesn’t speak until Gaz is stepping out of the gym and into the dark locker room. 

“You should have told me.” His own voice is deep. If Gaz closes his eyes, he can see the man standing before a firing squad, staring them down with those bright blue eyes and daring them to fire on him. Gaz was that firing squad, shooting him down with this secret knowledge.

“I should have.”

He leaves Soap standing there.

[darkfictionjude]

I want to get the ro's jealous but the mc is a little kitten who would make it in a oblivious way!

It’s very the case for right now 😭 but who knows maybe season 2 will have mc be… different

[angelasscribbles]

Maximum Frustration: A One-Shot

Series: None, this is a one-shot and you can find those here.

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairing: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

Word Count: 2,347

A/N: This is from my prompt ask list/wheel event. This ask is from @alj4890: Max x Steamy fluff x Jealousy

My other stuff: Master List.

“What's up with you and Beaumont?” Drake asked as he spun me around in his arms so that my back was pressed against his body as we danced.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…. You two are always together, always laughing about something that none of the rest of us quite get, and then there’s the way he's always staring at you.”

“How is he always staring at me?” I asked with genuine curiosity.

A low, rumbly laugh spilled out of him as he tugged my body tighter against his, bringing his mouth to my ear, “Like he wants to devour you.”

“Oh, no, you’re wrong.” I told him, “We're just friends.”

“You sure about that?” Drake asked, “because if looks could kill, I'm pretty sure I'd be dead right now.”

I glanced up and scanned the room.

There he was, in a darkened corner of the bar I had drug everyone to, arms folded across his chest, the expression on his face damn near murderous.

Well, wasn’t that interesting?

I had caught him watching me several times with Liam. But he always looked away when I tried to catch his eye. I knew he felt duty bound by honor and friendship to ignore whatever spark was between us, because of Liam, his friend and future king.

But it wasn't Liam that was touching me right now, it was Drake. And Max looked anything but pleased.

For once, he didn’t look away. In fact, his gaze burned into me with a white-hot intensity as we locked eyes. A slow, seductive grin spread across my face as I recognized that look.

He was jealous.

I'd been using the wrong man to provoke him.

I already knew I could have Drake anytime I wanted. The proof of it was pressed up against my backside as we swayed and moved to the music. He wasn't even trying to hide his arousal. He was always interested, but he wasn’t usually this obvious about it. It was probably the result of too much whiskey consumption.

It was Drake’s birthday and Liam had made sure the drinks were flowing freely and liberally.

I rested one hand on Drake’s arms that were wrapped around my waist and snaked the other one back to sink into his hair as my hips undulated in time with his.

My eyes stayed locked on Max.

The feel of Drake’s body pressed against mine, the way Max’s eyes were burning into me and the knowledge that Liam was somewhere right on the other side of the room conspired to send sharp, searing desire plunging through me.

I wanted all three of them if I’m being honest. And who wouldn’t? They were all three hotter than the ninth level of hell.

Cordonia, land of the hot men. Hallelujah and amen.

But if I were forced to choose, if I had to say whom I felt a more…emotional connection with….well, that would be Max, hands down. Not even a question. I’d spent more time with him than anyone else. Drake was right about that. We were always together, mostly because he was my sponsor.

But honestly? He was smart and funny and attentive. He made me laugh, he had all the best dance moves and he listened to me when I talked. Like, really listened.

And he was the reason I had come here. I mean yes, technically I was here to compete for the hand of a prince. But I got on that plane because Max asked me to. I would never tell him no... About anything. Not that he seemed to be aware of that fact.

The song ended and I disentangled myself from Drake against his protests, “Ah, come on, Brooks, one more dance? It’s my birthday!”

“Maybe later.” I laughed as I excused myself, shooting a sultry glance over my shoulder at Max as I made my way to the lady’s room.

Max was waiting for me in the dimly lit hallway when I came out.

He grabbed me by the arm and drug me into small storeroom, “You want to tell me what the hell you think you're doing out there?”

“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.

“You know exactly what I fucking mean! You're out there letting Drake put his hands all over you! You're not here for him, you know that right?”

I fluttered my eyelashes demurely as I responded, “But it's his birthday.”

“It’s his…are you fucking serious right now? You’re here for Liam!”

“Am I?”

“What? Yes! Of course, you are! That’s why I brought you here!”

I stepped closer to him. So close that I could feel the body heat radiating off him. He took a step back, stumbling into the wall behind him.

I walked my fingers up his chest as I leaned in and asked, “Is it?”

He visibly swallowed.

“Y-yes! Why else?”

I searched his eyes for a moment. He was lying.

My breath caught in my throat at the desire I saw there. I had wanted him before. I had wanted him for a while, but the restrained desire swirling in those cobalt blue eyes sent an electric shock thrilling through me that threatened to bring me to my knees.

Maybe it was the alcohol and loud music. Maybe it was the pheromones from all the sweaty, horny people writhing on the dance floor, or maybe it was months of deprivation, months of spending my days in close proximity to him, months of watching Penelope throw herself at him, months of lonely nights in my empty bed, months of him invading my dreams and pushing his way into my thoughts every time my fingers slipped between my legs, months of his name on my lips when I pushed myself over the edge.

Whatever the reason, I suddenly knew that I couldn’t go back to pretending that I didn’t want him. I needed him and I needed him right then and there.

It was time to push some buttons and see what happened.

“Okay, then.” I dropped my hand and stepped away, “In that case, guess I’ll get back out there and give the birthday boy what he really wants!”

I hadn’t taken more than two steps toward the door before he was in front of me, blocking the way, “The fucking hell you will!”

“Why do you care, Max?” I challenged. “And before you answer, be advised that if your answer has anything about Liam in it, I am one hundred percent fucking Drake tonight.”

That should do it.

“Goddamn it, Riley!”

“What?”

He reached out for my arm again, jerking me forward so hard my body crashed into his and we both stumbled.

He caught me, both arms wrapping around me as I collided with him.

I tilted my head back to look at his face and found his lips almost touching mine. He didn’t let go, but he also didn’t move any closer.

I could see the war waging behind his eyes.

He wanted me as badly as I wanted him.

He was still trying to resist.

“You can’t sleep with Drake!” His voice was low, rough, almost pleading.

My arms circled his neck, one hand buried itself in his hair as I asked him, “Why not?”

His entire body froze, “What are you doing?”

I ran a finger along his jaw to his lips as my tongue darted out to lick my own. “This.”

I leaned in and up, slowly, giving him plenty of time to stop me if he wanted to.

He didn’t.

I brushed my lips gently across his.

His grip around my body tightened, “Riley….are you sure?”

“Shut up and kiss me.” I whispered.

His tongue slid into my mouth, moving slowly, gently at first. I leaned into it. My eyes fluttered closed as I let myself drown in that kiss, his mouth warm, his lips soft, his tongue demanding.

A soft moan escaped him as I felt him stiffen against me. I ground myself into him. His entire body jerked like he’d been electrocuted, “Riley! We can’t-“

“We can!” I ran my tongue along the shell of his ear.

“Fuuuuuck!” He breathed out as his head tipped back.

“I’m frustrated Max, the shit you guys do to me isn’t fair!”

“Wh…what do you mean?”

“I mean…the three of you are constantly hovering around me…getting in my personal space, holding me close when we dance, touching me, whispering in my ear, kissing me-“

His head snapped up, “You’ve kissed Drake?”

“Shhhh…we’re not talking about Drake right now.”

“But-“

“I’m tired of being teased and I need one of you to do something about it!” I brought my mouth back to his ear so he could feel my warm breath as I murmured, “I want it to be you. I desperately want it to be you, Max.”

He pushed me away shaking his head, “We can’t-“

Frustration pinged through me. “I want it to be you. But if you don’t want to, then I’m sure Drake-“

I never finished that sentence.

He moved faster than I’ve ever seen him move. His body slammed into mine and he pinned me to the wall.

“You’re not fucking Drake!” He growled as all his inhibitions melted away like cotton candy in the rain.

His hands were everywhere. His mouth trailed fiery kisses down my neck and across my collarbone, dropping to the cleavage that was spilling from the top of my low cut little black dress.

Everywhere he touched me, my body burned, thrummed, ignited. I threaded my fingers through his hair and tugged his head down as I arched my body up toward him. “I need you inside me, Max, please.”

His eyes closed as a visible shiver ran through him, “Jesus, Riley, what are you doing to me?”

“Whatever I want.” I said as I fumbled at his zipper.

“Fuck!” His body pitched forward, his teeth sinking into my shoulder as I wrapped my hand around him.

“Do you want me, Max?” I asked as my hand slid up and down his shaft.

“Yes, I want you! I’ve always wanted you! I just…I didn’t think….”

I shimmed out of my panties and the end of that thought was lost in a series of incomprehensible sounds as he lifted me off the ground and found my entrance, slick and ready.

“Max.” I whimpered as my legs locked around him and my fingers dug into his shoulders. “Harder.”

I was so close already. I had been teetering on a razors edge for days.

His breathing was ragged in my ear, the sweet, musky scent of him filled my nostrils, the salty tang of his sweat coated my tongue as I licked it from his skin.

Darkness clouded the edges of my visions as a spine curving orgasm ripped through my body, spiraling out from my core and burning through every nerve ending I possessed.

His mouth covered mine to muffle the sounds and I immediately spilled over the edge again.

He broke the kiss as he pushed into me harder, faster, his fingers digging into my flesh deeper, then he was pulsing inside me, our bodies pressed together, my arms and legs still locked around him.

Several long minutes passed before he moved back, and my body slid down the wall as I unlocked my legs and stood back on my feet.

When his eyes met mine, he seemed unsure. “Was that…was that okay?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of me, “That was more than okay, Max! It was fucking amazing!”

His eyes gazed into mine searchingly.

“What?” I asked as I stepped back into my panties.

“Nothing.” He said quickly as he tucked things back in and zipped up his pants, “Just…what was that?”

“Um…that was sex, Max.”

“No, yeah, I know. But I mean….was that all it was?”

“I don’t know.” I said carefully, “Do you want it to be more?”

Hope chased across his face, followed by fear then resignation, “I…don’t think I have any right to want anything from you.”

“Why not?”

“I brought you here for Liam.”

“Did you?” I asked for the second time.

“I…” He hesitated then seemed to come to a decision. Drawing in a deep breath his words tumbled out in a rush, “Not really. It was the only excuse I could come up with to get you on that plane. I’d just met you, but I already knew that I couldn’t let you walk out of my life! Not if I could help it. These last few months have been both the best and worst of my life. Watching you with Liam….”

“Hey.” I cupped his cheek and turned his face toward me, “I only got on that plane because you asked me too.”

His face lit up as hope radiated from it, “Really?”

“Really.”

“I know it probably seems ridiculous, but you’ve become my best friend and I…I love you, Riley!” He flushed a deep crimson.

Butterflies erupted in my chest. I blinked back tears as the biggest smile I’ve ever felt spread across my face, “You love me?”

He nodded then dropped his eyes to the floor.

“Oh, Max. I love you too!”

“You do?” He asked in disbelief.

“I do. I just thought….I mean, Penelope….”

His mouth dropped open, “You thought I was interested in Penelope?”

“Maybe….” 

She was always all over him every chance she got.

Fucking Penelope.

He thew his head back and laughed at that. “No.”

“No?”

He shook his head for emphasis, “Not even a little. I am one hundred and ten percent yours!”

He leaned down and placed a soft, gentle kiss on my mouth. My fingers flew to my lips with a happy sigh as he drew away.

“So, what do we do now?” He asked.

I knew what he meant.

“Nothing tonight. Let everyone have their fun. Tomorrow I’ll withdraw from the social season.”

“You don’t have to do that!” He exclaimed in shock.

“Yes, I do.” I replied as joy suffused my heart, “I’ve already found my prince, and it’s you.”

[christlivesinme-sanctified]

[honnelander]

go fish! part 3

here we are everyone! we made it guys! the much anticipated part 3 of the go fish! mutual pining series!! i cannot express enough how much this series means to me and that i am constantly blown away with how much you all love it too. it amazes me every day. i hope this lives up to the hype and that you all love it. and don't worry, there will be a part 4! disclaimer: i tried tagging everyone that had asked but a few users don't come up when i try tagging them, so i'm sorry :(

WARNINGS: none

word count: 4k

pairing: opla!sanji x jealous!reader

summary: reader sees Sanji get cozy at the bar with someone else and you get jealous as hell. Zoro sees the whole thing.

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It really shouldn’t bother you...but it did. You couldn’t help yourself. Sanji wasn’t even yours, he never would be, and yet...you couldn’t help the wave of jealousy and annoyance that crashed over you every time he would be a little too friendly with other women. (At least, too friendly by your standards and, of course, you thought your standards were pretty reasonable.) 

But Sanji wasn’t even yours (he never would be). You weren’t his wife or his girlfriend, hell, you were only just crewmates to each other, so there really should be no reason why you felt as angry and jealous as you did. 

That still didn’t stop you, however. In fact, it just enraged you even more and you didn’t know why. 

It was just a stupid crush you had on him, right? So why did it bother you so much when he would cast that perfect smile of his towards someone else? When he would wink at another woman and say some suave innuendo that he would never say to you? Or even touch their shoulders or give a hug to someone else when he’s never even touched or grazed your arm or shoulder by accident before? 

“If you stare any harder at that glass, it’s going to shatter from all the daggers you’re giving it.” 

You blinked, looking up from the drink in your hand and to the left, only to see an ever calm and nonchalant Zoro take a swing of his beer, keeping his gaze towards the bustling nightclub/bar you all were currently visiting.  

It’d been a couple of weeks of straight sailing on the open ocean and everyone on board was going a little stir crazy, even the ever-happy-go-lucky Luffy. So, when the Going Merry’s captain had smelled a whiff of food in the air midafternoon up on the masthead that wasn’t Sanji’s doing, everyone had collectively decided to follow Luffy’s nose and see what lied ahead.  

After a half hour of sailing, you all had stumbled across another ship-like restaurant that, admittedly, even looked better than the Baratie. So, it was an easy decision for the crew to decide to dock there for a couple of hours and give Sanji the night off from making dinner, much to the chef’s annoyance.  

But it had all turned out to be the right decision in the end, apparently, since Sanji had made a point to visit the kitchen and give his compliments to the chef. 

Now, all of the straw hats had made it to the outdoor bar area to ‘drink the night away’, as Usopp had so jovially put it, and you’ve been here ever since. 

“Ha ha,” you deadpanned, looking back at the nearly full drink you had in your hand. “Very funny Zoro. You know, you should quit piracy and be a standup comedian.” 

Your green-haired crewmate turned his face to you with an unamused expression. “You’ve been nursing that drink all night.” He arched an eyebrow. “You ok?” 

At that question, your eyes immediately went to Sanji, who had been at the bar for a majority of the evening, chatting with the bartender but, of course, as if on cue, another gorgeous girl slinked right up to him, batting her eyelashes and ever so casually rested her hand on his bicep, sliding it all the way down to his forearm as she giggled at something the chef said. 

Sanji, on the other hand, flashed the new woman, the tenth this evening at least, you thought sourly, one of his dazzling white smiles, leaning forward slightly as if he was telling her some sort of inside joke, causing her to laugh louder and place her other hand on top of his. Sanji’s smile only grew wider. 

You couldn’t help the stab of pain your heart felt at the sight. 

“Never better,” you replied to Zoro bitterly as you quickly downed your drink. 

His gaze didn’t budge. “You don’t look fine.” 

“Yeah, thanks for pointing that out Captain Obvious,” you quipped sarcastically under your breath, stealing another glance at the object of your affections. He was still chatting with that other woman, and you couldn’t help letting out a small breath as you felt the familiar sting of jealously deep within your chest.  

God, it hurt. It hurt so goddamn badly, and you didn’t know why. 

Zoro followed your line of sight and when he saw the Going Merry’s cook at the end of it, he hummed to himself, hiding his sly smirk behind his beer as he looked back at you. “Sounds like you need another drink then.” 

“I guess so,” you sighed, sitting up and leaning over to grab the bottle of liquor that sat in the middle of your small table to refill your glass when Zoro stopped you. 

“Nuh-uh,” the green-haired swordsman said as he put the heel of his boot on the table to block off your reaching hand. “If you want a refill, then you have to go to the bar,” he explained, nodding his head towards the bar, and, coincidently, Sanji. “This bottle is mine.” 

“What?? Aw come on Zoro,” you whined. “I don’t want to go over there.” 

“Oh? Any particular reason why not?” 

It must’ve been the liquor, because you could’ve sworn you heard a knowing tone laced in his voice but when you looked at your friend, he looked as nonchalant as ever. Maybe you were imagining things. 

“No,” you lied, your cheeks heating up slightly.  

“Good,” Zoro said, taking a long swing of his beer, finishing it up and slamming the empty bottle on the glass tabletop lightly. “Then when you’re up there, get me another beer.” You opened your mouth to protest again but Zoro spoke before you could. “Since, you said there’s no problem.” 

Shit. You were backed into a corner. And the only way out was to go up to the bar and be face-to-face with Sanji. 

You looked back towards the crowded bar and felt another wave of emotion come over you. But these feelings were hard to discern. The pair was still talking at the bar, the woman still being a little too touchy towards him for your taste. You sighed slightly. Maybe when you got over there, he would just ignore you, since he was so engrossed in conversation it seemed. Part of you didn’t know if you wanted that wish to come true or not. 

“Alright- fuck it, whatever,” you grumbled as you snatched your empty glass and made your way to the bar, leaving a smug Zoro alone. 

As you made your way across the small dance floor and towards the bar, you felt your heart fill with dread with every step you took. You prayed to whatever God was out there that Sanji didn’t notice you but, of course, when you neared the bar, you noticed that the only open spot was behind him. 

How fucking perfect. 

“One beer and a refill please,” you quickly ordered, handing over your empty glass to the bartender.  

 “Y/n?” 

Your heart clenched at hearing Sanji’s voice. Why did you think, for even a moment, that Sanji would ever ignore you? The man seemed to always notice you no matter what, even when no one else did, so why would he ignore you now? 

But you couldn’t look at him. “Oh, hey,” you quickly greeted. 

Sanji, however, didn’t miss a beat. “I didn’t think you were a big drinker,” he commented curiously, turning his body fully to face you, leaning against the bar, and unintentionally removing the woman’s grip on his arm.  

“I’m not,” you answered, casting a quick glance up at him. 

The blonde chef blinked in confusion, his brows pulled together slightly, but before he could question you further, his ‘date’ for the evening quickly made her presence known. 

“Sanji?” the woman called out sweetly, stepping to the cook’s right, placing her hand on his right bicep and the other on his shoulder as she looked up at him with a coy smile. When she looked down at you, however, you could see the look in her eye that was anything but sweet. “Who is this? I didn’t know you had a girlfriend,” she commented, tilting her head in fake misunderstanding.  

Immediately, both you and Sanji straightened up, shaking your heads quickly. 

“No, no, she’s not my girlfriend-” 

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you both denied simultaneously. 

You quickly looked away from them, hoping to hide the rush of embarrassment that crashed over you and, to be honest, the sting of his quick rejection. It was just another reminder, you thought bitterly, that even though Sanji always acted like a complete gentleman towards you, you weren’t his girlfriend. He was just being nice, like always, and he would never like you how you liked him. 

You looked down at your hands, quiet for a moment as you knocked a knuckle against the bar top. “No,” you said after a beat. “We’re not dating.” 

The woman blinked, clearly unfazed by your admission, like she expected nothing less. She still had a fake look of curiosity on her pretty face. “Oh, right! Of course not,” she laughed slightly, in a way that made you feel small. “You must be one of the straw-caps then, right?” 

“It’s straw-hats, actually,” you bit back, straightening up and turning to face this jerk of a woman, chin up high, sending her what you hoped was one of your meanest stares. This girl could be mean to you all day if she wanted to, you didn’t care, but you’d rather drop dead than to ever let her bad mouth Luffy and the wonderful pirate crew he put together. “And yes, I am one of them. I’m a pirate,” you stated proudly.  

Sanji must’ve been drunk or stupid, because he didn’t seem to pick up on this girl’s bad energy. “Don’t you remember, darling,” he started, sending the girl a small smile, “I was telling you about my crewmates?” 

“OH right!” She hit her head in an exaggerated manner. “I remember now, pookie. You said there were two girls on your crew, an orange-haired map girl and another one...” she trailed off, tapping her pointer finger on her chin like she was deep in thought. “Oh!” she exclaimed brightly and looked down at you, her smile sweet as candy but her words as sharp as a razor. “You must be the potato girl!” 

Whatever air of pseudo-confidence you had was immediately snuffed, her words quickly cutting you down to size. “The- the what?” 

“Yeah, don’t you like potatoes or something?” she laughed, acting like it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard.  

And to her credit? It definitely sounded stupid if you didn’t know the context behind the story. You swallowed the lump in your throat, trying to fight the urge to either cry or deck this girl in the jaw over her making fun of such a special moment between you and Sanji. 

You opened your mouth, ready to shut her shit down when she beat you to it. The next words out of her mouth immediately sucked the air out of your lungs. 

“Or is just because you look like a potato?” she asked, laughing her about ass off as she lightly hit Sanji in the chest, keeping her hand there, expecting him to laugh along with her but Sanji just stiffened at her side. 

You, however, were too busy keeping your breathing under control and trying your hardest not to cry to notice Sanji’s reaction, or lack of. You could feel red hot shame bloom across your chest, the heat crawling up your neck and flushing your face as you looked down at the floor. 

Normally, another girl calling you ugly would sting, sure, but not cause you to literally break down in tears on the spot. So why now? Deep down, though, you knew exactly why. It was because of Sanji. She had literally called you ugly in front of Sanji, the person you had a major forbidden crush on, and what if Sanji just laughed along and agreed with her? You didn’t know if you’d be able to handle it. If he did, you would have to quit the straw hats because there was no way you could ever look at him again. 

Not wanting to wait and see what his reaction would be, you started shaking your head, ready to mutter up some lame excuse to get the hell out of there when you felt an arm snake around your waist and a warm body press against your side, pulling you against them. 

“Now, Madam, I don’t think those are the right words to describe the most beautiful woman in all of the four seas now, is it?” a deep, familiar accented voice asked from above you. 

Your breath hitched in your throat as you whipped your head up towards the voice with wide eyes, only to see the ever-beautiful Sanji look down at you with a small, soft smile, his eyes full of wonder and another emotion you couldn’t decipher, as you felt his thumb rub small, comforting circles on your right hip.  

His look and touch sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn’t tell if he was acting or not. Your heart hammered in your ribcage as you searched his eyes for a lie, but all you could find was the truth, strong and unwavering, staring right back at you. 

“I said: is it?” Sanji repeated himself, tearing his eyes away from you, looking straight on at this awful woman with his eyebrows raised slightly, like he was daring her to say something else. 

Clearly not expecting Sanji to rebuke her as blatantly as he did, the woman started sputtering. “Well, I- I didn’t mean it like that, Sanji-bear, really-” 

The blonde man raised his left hand in the air, immediately silencing her. “Yeah, I gotta be honest- I highly doubt that, sweetheart.” 

At his condescending tone, you saw the woman bristle and nearly foam at the mouth, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. She huffed, looking back and forth between you both for a moment before scoffing and shaking her head in disbelief, saying, “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” She looked Sanji dead in the eyes, glancing at you, her eyes filled with hatred, before taking a step closer to Sanji, filling in the gap between them, as she whispered something into his left ear before stalking off and leaving the bar without another glance. 

You quickly looked up at Sanji as she was whispering into his ear, confusion apparent in all of your features. Whatever she said to him, you couldn’t hear since they were both taller than you and the woman wore the highest heels you’ve ever seen, but whatever words she had spoken had left the chef completely stunned because you felt his body become rigid, the comforting circles his thumb was rubbing on your hip stopped, and you saw the muscles on his face freeze as he kept his stare straight ahead.  

“Sanji?” you call hesitantly, instantly forgetting your own muddled emotions as you looked up to your heart’s desire. “Are you ok?” 

At the sound of your voice, you felt him relax. He let out a little laugh (it sounded fake to you), as he looked down at you with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Of, of course. I am.” But as quickly as he looked at you, his attention was stolen by the bartender placing your order on the bar in front of you. “Thanks, man,” he called out, removing his arm from around you and stepping away to grab your drink order.  

Instantly, you missed the warmth he provided. You felt cold all of a sudden.  

You shook your head once, clearing your head of those thoughts. Now wasn’t the time to analyze things like that. “Sanji-” 

“How are you feeling?” he asked with his back facing you, beating you to the punch. When he turned to face you, drinks in hand, any trace of inner turmoil was gone. His eyes, instead, showed concern for you. “You know you’re beautiful, right?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning your face before looking back into your eyes. 

The look in his eyes nearly took your breath away. For a moment, you had completely forgotten what he was referring to. “Uh, w-what?” 

He must’ve mistaken your confusion for disbelief because his next action nearly stopped your heart. “Oh, my love,” he started softly, a small smile tugging on the corner of his lips. He placed the drinks on the bar, freeing up his hands, and placed them on either side of your head, along your jawline, as his thumb rubbed your cheek soothingly, his fingers gently entangled in your hair. Sanji gently tilted your head upwards, so your eyes connected with his, and the look on his face was filled with such tenderness and radiated a warmth that touched your soul. His gorgeous, tanned face filled your entire field of view, and you could feel his minty breath fan your face.  

When the hell did he get so close? 

You felt your cheeks heating up at the proximity, your eyes tried to look at anything but his crystal-clear blue ones. Your brain was sure to short circuit if you didn’t get ahold of yourself. You were going to do something incredibly stupid if you didn’t get space immediately. “San-” 

“Y/n,” he said, his tone soft yet commanding. “Look at me, love.” 

Your heart rate skyrocketed and you felt your breathing quicken. God, you could feel yourself getting a panic attack and you didn’t even understand why. There was nothing more you’d rather do more than look at Sanji but you didn’t know if you had the strength to do it.  

You placed your hands on top of his wrists, fully intending to peel him off and push him away, mumbling, “Sanji, I can’t-” 

“Please.” 

In an instant, you looked into his eyes and what you saw nearly made your heart stop. His gaze was so intense, so piercing, his blue eyes seemed like they were staring directly into your heart and soul. Could he feel your rapid pulse through his fingertips? 

When you locked eyes with him, you saw his soft smile grow. “You, y/n, are the most gorgeous woman to ever sail the four seas. You are the most beautiful woman in the world, I promise you that.”  

With each word out of Sanji’s mouth, you could feel your heart breaking and it was dawning on you as to why. 

But Sanji continued, his eyes sparkling. “And I'll be damned if I’d ever let that horrible woman make you feel otherwise. Alright, Missus?” 

At the nickname, you let out a shaky breath and quickly blinked back tears. It was right then you knew, you knew it from the depth of your soul, just like you knew for certain that the sky was blue and the earth was round: you loved Sanji. You didn’t just have a crush on him anymore, but you were completely head over heels in love with him. 

You swallowed the lump in your throat, which might’ve been your heart, because you realized that even though you loved him, you could never have him. He was your crewmate, your friend, another one of the straw hats. He was someone that you promised yourself you would never cross “the line” for. Who you vowed to yourself that you wouldn’t risk anything for feelings-wise because you didn’t want the rest of the crew to suffer if you both didn’t work out. 

But despite all of that, it didn’t make the truth any easier to swallow because now you were stuck. You were stuck with your stupid feelings and all it did was want to make you cry. You should’ve been happy right now at this sudden realization but no, instead all you wanted to do was go hole up in your room and sob. 

And besides, Sanji would never return your feelings anyway. 

“Y/n?” Sanji repeated, a hint of worry laced in his tone the longer you kept staring at him unblinking. 

You quickly blinked, unable to stop a few tears from escaping your eyes, but managed to hold back the rest. You tried your best to fake a smile for him, but you could feel your lips quivering. “Sanji,” you breathed but quickly cleared your throat. “That, that was beautiful.” You looked at him in the eyes. “Thank you.” 

At your thanks, Sanji’s whole face lit up and he winked. “Ah, anything for the Missus.” 

The blonde cook didn’t make an effort to move, however. He kept his hands on your face and with each stroke of his thumb you felt tingles shoot down into your stomach (and to other inappropriate places), and felt goosebumps erupt across your skin.  

You had to get out of here. 

Carefully, you squeezed his wrists and slid your hands over his, gently prying them away from you, pulling them down and giving them one last quick squeeze in appreciation before dropping them. “Thank you, Sanji,” you repeated softly. You looked towards the bar, at the two forgotten drinks placed there, because you just couldn’t look at Sanji right now. “I, uh, should go bring these over to Zoro.” 

“Of- of course. Right. Mosshead is probably quite pissed off at us but, ah, who cares what he thinks.” Ever the gentleman, Sanji went to reach for them. “Here, let me help you-” 

“No!” you quickly intervened, grabbing them like it was a pot of gold. “No, no. I got it. Don’t worry about it. You should, uh, stay here and keep talking to the bartender. I think he was looking for you,” you lied and without waiting for his response, took the drinks off the bar, leaving a crestfallen Sanji standing there, watching you walk to Zoro and then, promptly, out of the nightclub altogether.  

As you walked over to your green-haired friend, your legs felt like rubber and that you would collapse at a moment’s notice from the sheer weight of your thoughts. You, however, were so far gone that you completely missed Zoro’s Chesire cat grin.  

“You and the waiter seemed pretty cozy over there, huh?” Zoro jabbed, his arms resting on top of the seat cushions and knees spread out like he had no care in the world. “I thought you guys were going to kiss or something for a minute there, but instead-” 

“Shut the fuck up, Zoro,” you practically growled at him as you put his beer and your glass on the glass tabletop with much more force than necessary.  

The swordsman lifted his hands slightly along with his eyebrows. “Whoa, hey now no need to-” 

Instead of taking your seat back and sitting back down, you started walking past him and towards the exit without waiting for his response. “I’m heading back to the ship.” 

As Zoro watched you leave, a clearly drunk Usopp slid in right next to him, gnawing on a toothpick, watching you as well. “Daaamn, Zoro,” the slingshot shooter drawled loudly, leaning against his crewmate and completely disregarding the other man’s personal space. “Did you see Sanji and y/n? I thought they were going to- pft, start making out or something!” Usopp exclaimed as he waved his hands in the air, mimicking an explosion and two people kissing. “Do you think they know they like each other?”  

Zoro hummed, watching your retreating form and then looking towards the dejected waiter, who looked like a kicked puppy. “I don’t know Usopp,” he replied, leaning forward to grab his beer and take a swing. “But if they don’t tell each other soon I’m going to lose my goddamn mind.” 

“Yeahhh,” Usopp agreed, sliding his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose to look at the swordsman better. “You said it- oh! Is this drink taken?” he asked, not waiting for Zoro’s response before taking the beverage and sipping on its straw.  

Zoro shook his head with a small smile. Sometimes his friends were too predictable for their own good. He just hoped that you and Sanji would start being predictable soon so you two could finally be together and put everyone out of their misery.  

[nomorelostyears]

I ordered my partner a same day delivery bouquet from a local florist bc I'm a terrible jealous person and upset him today!

The colours match their hair💝

I hope they arrive safely 🫡🫡

I spent over £50+

[pose4photoml]

🏆 a recent release you enjoyed

I hope you’re having a fabulous weekend

Hi ~ thanks for the ask!

My weekend is going well considering what happened Friday (remind me to tell you in a message later ) 😉

🏆 a recent release you enjoyed-

Dangerous Romance~ Especially after that last episode. These two are unhinged

-I like how Sailom tutored Kanghan and Kanghan realizes he doesn’t need to be a bully

-I loved Sailom saying that Kanghan needed to make it up to his friends for the bullying and he actually does

~ Kanghan liking the way Sailom smells and wearing Sailom's tshirt!

- the bar scene…Kanghan telling his friends to be nice and they actually do

- My Favorite part though… Kanghan jealousy…. He doesn’t even like him hanging around his own friends and then of course him telling the girl in the bar that Sailom is his dance partner!

-Kanghan being so happy that Sailom agrees to be his boyfriend that he doesn’t want to stop hugging him!

[wanderingconstellations]

PART 1 HERE

PART 2

Suggestive if you squint———————————————————————————————————————

"Thanks for the help, traveler."

"Anything for him to learn his lesson," she said, smiling.

You smiled back. You recently used your vision to fake your death, and with the help of the traveler, you succeeded. Before that incident, you had a chat with traveler and your situation with him. She was shocked, she didn't think the adeptus Xiao would do that, especially you. Even Paimon was shocked. You explained how he would always help her out and never help you whenever you ask him. You also mentioned about a picnic you planned and that he tood you up. No matter how much you love, care, or help him, he never listens to you.

"I didn't know he was that cruel to do you like that.." she told, putting a hand on yours.

"I just hope he can understand what he's doing. He just looks so head over rels over you after you came."

"I know what to do just for him to sob for you presence..if only you're up for it, of course."

"Of course, I'm ready for anything you plan.." you said, holding her hand with a smile on your face.

That's what happen before that incident. What you both did was that traveler had to buy fake blood and make it smell real. Then there's you, you had to look dead and lifeless, with the help with your cryo vision, it lowered the temperature around you and yourself. And boy, it was freezing. It took a few tries for you to make it look real with the help with some practice with Traveler and Paimon. After that, you three both planned when to do it, and decided to do it on that day. First, Traveler had to hang out with Xiao and distract him. While Paimon, had to rip small bits of your clothing to make it look real. You yourself painted the fake blood on yourself and god, it smelled real too. Oh how Xiao wouldn't know a single thing of what you three were doing. After Xiao carried your body to your favorite place, you were awed by the beautiful view. This was the place he first heard your singing and met you. He hummed the song you sang when he first met you, as his tears spilled out. Traveler hid in a spot in the area and snatch you before he saw you. Traveler ran for her life as she held you in bridal style. You felt a tingle in you stomach, no, this was only part of the plan, you knew you shouldn't feel like this towards her. Traveler quickly placed you down and you used you cryo vision to make a frozen bubble around you as you change the clothes you were wearing. Gosh, you were lucky it wasn't a spot Xiao knew. You were grateful for the traveler's help. After you finished, you kicked the ice and walked out like nothing happened. Traveler soon carried you to Beidou's ship, The Crux. She put you down gently and was about to step back but you pull her into a hug.

"Thank you so much...I owe you for this one," you said, letting go of you hug and smiling at her.

"Of course, anything to help," she answered, and smiled back.

"And bye to you Paimon, don't worry, I didn't forget you."

"Good, because Paimon thought you forgotten her! A—And goodbye!"

You waves them a farewell as the ship started. You sighed in relief, finally a new chapter of your life, starting at Inazuma. You heard the wonderful scenery there and you just have to absolutely go there! You were so happy, but also felt bad for Xiao, your ex-lover who was once your love. You didn't declare your break-up with him but leaving him is a way for him to know that you both are done.

"Hello there, I guess your the one we're delivering to Inazuma," he said with a soft smile on his face.

"Oh, um, yes. Are you going to Inazuma?" you asked.

He chuckled and said, "Oh no, I'm not going. I'm just a traveler who traveles with Beidou."

"Beidou? Is she the captain?"

"That's right. Anyways, what's your name? I'm Kaedehara Kazhua."

"Oh—I'M L/N Y/N."

"Nice to meet you, Y/N."

A few months later, he's already confessed his feelings to you. You've accepted and you both now have a house together but you both mostly travel together with Beidou and her crew. You both have come back from your trip from Sumeru and we're exhausted. You both were now at Liyue because Beidou had to see Ningguang.

"Gosh, that was tiring," you said, yawning.

"I know dove, but it was fun wasn't it?"

"I guess you could say that, you said, stepping out of the boat.

You both were looking for a place to stay, too bad to was farther than usual. You and Kazhua both made in in time before sun went down. You went up and asked a room for two of you to rest in. After you finish, you both decided to walk around for awhile. While walking with Kazhua, you felt a tug on your wrist.

"Y/N is that you?" a familiar voice asked.

You turned around and saw Xiao, your former lover. Xiao looks like he hasn't seen you in ages (obviously) . He looks into your eyes and gently touches your face.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Kazhua asked.

"Adeptus Xiao, who are you?"

"Her lover, you must be Y/N's former lover."

"Former? What does this mean?"

"Remember that time when you saw my lifeless body? I wasn't actually dead at that time."

Xiao looked at you with a shocked face

"B—But why? Why'd you do that?!"

"Simple, remember that time when Y/N had a picnic all set up? Yeah, and you stood her up, she waited until afternoon and you never came." A familiar voice said.

"And from what I heard, during the lantern lights, you went with Traveler instead of your lover," Kazhua said.

"To add to that, remember our anniversary? When I gave you that gift, I saw it in the trashcan afterwards. It took so much time on it and you decide to throw it away just like that? I can't believe I took so much time on it just for it to be thrown away."

"I—I didn't mean to, I didn't think it meant that much to you.."

"Yeah right! Paimon doesn't think that's a good answer!"

"To our understandment, I think you should move on from Y/N. It seems clear that she already moved on from you," Kazhua said, crossing his arms.

Xiao lowered his head, and answered, "Fine then. Go enjoy your lover. I won't bother."

He disappeared quickly in black smoke. You four sighed in relief.

"Thanks for the back up, traveller."

"No problem, I'm happy to help like I said all of those months ago," she said, smiling.

"Hey! Paimon deserves to be thanked too!"

"Of course, thank you too Paimon," you chuckled.

"I think it's time for us to go rest now, it's nice seeing you two again too," Kazhua said before turning around and taking your hand.

"So, after that, do you want to do something else?"

"I think I have something in mind for us to do," you said, beaming him a mischievous smile.

As you and Kazhua walk back to rest. Xiao watches from a far, wishing that you were his again, wishing that he never made those choices. Oh how he miss your gentle smile, your gleaming eyes, and your gentle voice. He deeply regrets everything, but for now, he'll protect and watch you from afar.

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