You sat quietly in your best friend's living room holding the game controller loosely in your hands which were resting lazily in your lap.

"I hate playing games with you guys." You groaned.

"C'mon F/N it wasn't that bad." Your best friend prodded your thigh with his toes.

"Ace." You deadpanned, "I died six times in a row. Luffy spends the whole time sneaking around behind other players so no one targets him and Marco shoots me almost immediately. Just a bunch of cheaters."

"I resent that yoi." Marco called through the headset you'd forgotten was resting around your neck.

"Not talking to you!" You pouted yanking the headphone jack from the game system.

Heavy footsteps came bounding down the stairs. Ace sat up on the sofa handing you a throw pillow.

"C'mon F/N!" Once Marco was visible you chunked the pillow at his stupid face.

"You know better than to piss her off." Thatch commented following his brother down the stairs.

"Little shit." Marco grumbled.

"I know you aren't speaking like that about a woman, boy." A deep voice boomed from the den.

Marco paled, "Sorry F/N, I didn't know pops was home."

A beer bottle came sailing from the den shattering against the wall over Marco's left shoulder.

"My apologies lass, I didn't realize I'd raised such brutes." The enormous man emerged glaring at his son before turning a softer gaze to you.

"Thanks pops." You smiled sweetly, "I'll get him back later."

Ace was vibrating with laughter beside you.

"I'd expect nothing less." The old man chuckled flicking his blond son's forehead.

You'd practically grown up in this house. Ace had befriended you in sixth grade. When your father got a job that required a lot of travel Mr. Newgate was happy to take you in, insisting you call him pops like his adopted boys.

There were five brothers total. The two eldest Thatch and Marco were in high school when you met, Sabo is just a few months shy of being a year older than you and Ace, finally Luffy is the hyper active baby of the group. These boys may as well have been your brother's; no one messed with you once they came into your life.

Now in your early 20's you had a place of a place of your own but still spent most of your free time here. Your father moved to be closer to the central office of his firm a few years back. He'd wanted you to come but you just couldn't bear the thought of leaving these idiots behind.

Your phone whistled.

"The boyfriend beckons?" Ace asked watching you smile at the device in your hand.

"Yeah we have a date later." You murmured typing a reply.

You'd been dating Sanji Vinsmoke for the better part of two years now. You had your rough patches and fair share of arguments but you were happy with each other. The relationship didn't come without warnings from the brothers, knowing he was quite the ladies man before you got together. But he'd never given you a reason to question your trust.

Very recently he'd landed a job as a sous chef at a large restaurant in the city which drastically cut your time together; you didn't mind making changes to accommodate his dreams.

"One more game?" Ace nudged the controller back into your lap.

"Never again." You pushed it back, "I've gotta run some errands anyway."

"You're coming by tomorrow right?" He flopped back into the sofa as you stood.

"Of course, can't miss Sunday dinner even if pops if going out of town." He waved you off as you made your way to the front door.

Marco stood on the porch leaning over the rail puffing on a cigarette.

"This is where you're sulking." You teased.

"Nobody is sulking yoi. You got me in trouble."

"You got yourself in trouble, with your big dumb mouth." You prodded his side, "And you should quit that by the way. You'll live longer."

"Sure sure." He muttered taking another drag.

"I'm serious. Besides, no girl is gonna want to kiss you if you taste like an ash tray."

"You used to want to kiss me ~" He teased referring to an embarrassing night when Ace had gotten ahold of your journal and read it aloud.

"I was young and stupid." You waved the flush of shame away.

When you were a freshman in high school you had a ridiculous crush on the blond. You were teased relentlessly for it until pops stepped in. Marco was the only one who didn't say a word, at the time anyway. Now he brings it up just to watch you be uncomfortable.

You both stood enjoying the afternoon breeze watching pops and Thatch load up the old pick-up parked in the driveway.

"Where's he going this time?" You asked absentmindedly bouncing shoulders with the blond.

"Fishing trip with Benn and Shanks." He replied smashing the unfinished cigarette into the banister, "Weren't you headed out to meet up with the pretty boy?"

"I wish you wouldn't call him that... but yes. I've gotta drop by Nami's place first so I guess I should head out." You checked the time on your phone.

"Dinner tomorrow." He reminded you wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"Every Sunday for half my life. I haven't missed one yet." You smiled hopping down the porch steps.

Your phone whistled as you walked out of Nami's apartment.

Sanji: Sorry babe... got called into the restaurant.

You frowned. It was frustrating that his job was so demanding. You had seen each other maybe twice in the last seven days. And one of those days was only for about an hour.

Me: It's all good. Do what you gotta do.

Sanji: You're the best. Love you.

Me: Love you too.

On the bright side you had a good book and pajamas waiting for you at home.

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"Smells amazing in here!" You called walking through the front door.

"Thanks F/N!" Thatch replied from the kitchen.

You followed the delicious scent setting your bags on the counter.

"I brought cake!"

"What kind?" Marco appeared behind you.

"Your favorite...since I got you in trouble yesterday." You poked his chest.

"She admits it!" He chuckled.

"Where are tweedledee and tweedledum?" You asked slouching into a chair at the kitchen table.

"Zoro's, they should be back in a couple of hours yoi."

You pulled out your phone scrolling through facebook when a post a mutual friend of you and Sanji liked popped up in your feed. You didn't know the person who posted it but it was a picture of your boyfriend sitting at a table in a restaurant next to a brunette woman you didn't recognize. The caption read, 'who we ran into last night."

Your stomach dropped. That definitely wasn't the restaurant he worked in.

"F/N?" Marco's voice was drowned out by your pounding heart.