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madlymiho · 4 years

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Today we’re celebrating the wonderful and amazing birthday of the sweetest artist around, I’m talking about my dear dear @elliemehl 💗!

Darling, you have been such a dear friend to me, and I’m so happy I met you! You did something incredible for my own birthday, so I couldn’t miss the occasion to spoil you a little bit in return! 🙈

Please never change, you’re such a golden-heart, I’m lucky to have you around! Happy birthday!

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warning: NSFW!

Tensions on the Polar Tang (read after the cut)

It’s not the first time he feels wide awake at night, piercing grey eyes gazing at the ceiling with a certain tiredness, unable to find some sleep, even in such a quiet place than his own ship. Perhaps it’s because he has been working for hours today, and that his mind is clouded with information which definitely wouldn’t disappear before he would reach the lands of his dreams, or maybe it’s an entire different reason he’s not able to face. Something stuck in his head, like a broken record, always playing the same particular music. You kissed. It has been such an intense yet short moment that sometimes he’s not entirely sure if it was real in the first place. It felt like a suspended moment he wasn’t ready to live, the two of you finally surrendering to that silly game you’re both thoroughly practicing since you have met. Months of teasing, comments and comebacks, all of this ending up in your soft lips crashing on his when he circled your nape to pull you closer, just enough for him to remember their taste, before you both took your distances. You never really talked about what happened that night, but Law blames the booze and your hormones for such a desperate moment. He’s a captain after all, he has his own duty, and you’re only just a temporary guest among the crew. The very fact you’re sleeping in the room next door shouldn’t upset him like this, not especially when he’s experiencing a cruel lack of sleep for years, his bad habits creating some tensions within his heart family. Yet, he feels like there’s something untold between the two of you; a childish emotion he’s unable to face because it would admit that his heart has another function than pumping his blood to his brain. He, the captain with one of the most violence and coldest reputation, couldn’t let someone in. The last time he did that ended up pretty nastily, his precious organ scratched so deeply that he didn’t want to bond with anyone after that. It’s a risk he doesn’t know if he wants to take it, and all those questions are harassing him at night when the object of his obsession is spending some time on the submarine.

“Tsst, you’re a jerk.” Law curses himself while he stretches his legs, slender fingers massaging his temples for a moment.

He lets loose another sigh, profound this one, before he eventually decides that sleeping would be optional, one more time. He’s used to these kinds of short nights anyway, it wouldn’t ruin his schedule, at least that’s what he hopes for. Now back on his feet, he doesn’t even bother to put something to cover his chest, his jogging pants dangerously sliding down his thighs, only maintained by the little knots he made just under his V spot, saving him from losing them for good. After all, there are almost only men on the Polar Tang, and if Ikkaku is up, she’s not the kind of woman to get upset because her captain is wandering half-naked on his ship. Tired, but definitely awake, Law eventually leaves his cabin, sliding both of his hands in his jogging pants pockets, hesitating for a moment when he passes by your door. Perhaps you’re also in the same agony? Would it be truly dangerous to knock on your door and finally surrender to the urge of your complicated passion? Even if the siren call is more than tempting, Law doesn’t oblige, step by step getting away from the temptation, as he’s heading to the kitchen to eventually grab a snack, if Bepo didn’t have one of his numerous night munchies, otherwise, he’s already certain that he wouldn’t find any leftover in the fridge.

As he’s getting closer from the kitchen hall, he notices a soft light emanating under the doorway, as he doesn’t make a move for a moment. It’s not unusual that someone is awake at this time of the night, but none of his crewmates would have bothered to close the door. Almost sure that he’s about to bust you there, Law firmly grips the handle of the door, opening it without a single hesitation, despite his squeezed heart within his chest. Indeed, he has been right ; you’re there, reading a book you’ve probably brought yourself onboard, since none of his crewmates is interested in collecting them in the first place. Or perhaps it belongs to Ikkaku, one more time? She’s a surprising woman for sure, however Law could bet all his money that she has nothing but mechanical or engine readings to offer.

“Sleep troubles?” He whispers, pushing on the door to offer you the sought-after privacy you were looking for. “A book on this ship, that’s a rarity.”

You lift you stare up, trying your best to muffle all those emotions dancing wildly in your guts, as you heard him entering in the first place. You didn’t want him to see that obvious look on your face, but despite your preparation, Law always managed to catch you off guard.

“Actually, I stole this one on your shelves,” you answer with a soft smile, lidding your eyes for a second. “I thought it was written in another language for a while, it’s unreadable.”

It only brings a frown on Law’s face, while he steps closer, one hand in his jogging pockets, dangerously pulling down those comfort pants he’s wearing, the other one grabbing the book to have a look on the cover. He smirks, and throws you one of his teasing stares you have a very hard time to handle.

“Anatomy and the study of the body.” He reads loudly, slender and tattooed fingers lingering on the relief of the cover. “I didn’t know you want to become a doctor,” he pauses, and pushes the book back in front of you. “Or maybe you’re looking for a way to study bodies a bit more? Looking for a partner, miss Eileen?”

Ah, bastard. You know he’s always up to tease but you’re never truly ready for his taunt. You roll your eyes impatiently, and dismiss him with a wave of your hands. It only increases the smug smile on Law’s features, because he knows you always have such a hard time to handle his comments and comebacks. However, he’s also certain you’ll eventually come up with something; your body language is already betraying your need to shut his bratty mouth.

“Don’t get cocky; I have the perfect partner if I want to, he already agreed to help.” you eventually raise your stare up, closing the book with an impatient gesture, while you’re getting back on your feet.

Law raises an eyebrow, crossing his arms around his chest, already thrilled to discover what you’re going to throw to his face.

“Is that so?” He asks with his eternal sensual tone, another step closer bringing the both of you almost glued together. However, he believes you’re too stubborn to actually back down and take a step backward. Ah, you sure know how to play this game too… “And who’s that partner? So far, I’ve always seen you alone. Are you hiding someone on the sub?”

“Bepo.” You abruptly snap. “I have a certain interest in… fluffy gigantic bear. Impossible to find someone matching that kind of body.”

Law wants to snort and laugh, but he manages to keep an utterly serious face, as he tilts his head just slightly, his golden earring gleaming under the light of the kitchen.

“The only body interest Bepo has is to find a way to develop his already more than concerning excess weight. Unless you’re trying to match a polar bear density and his goal to nap for three months during winter times, I guess you’ve stolen the wrong book. However, if you’re really serious about this, should I put a lock on the fridge for you too?” He tuts you, and notices the massive effort you’re making not to burst into a powerful laughter. He peers down at the plate full of biscuits you probably picked for your night munchies while studying, his smirk growing wider on his mischievous features. “Oh, that explains a lot. You’ve already started.”

You immediately look at him with your best pouting face, slamming your fist right into his bare shoulder. Of course, he could have easily eluded the punch, but he believes he deserved it.

“What are you trying to say, you zombie doctor?” You growl, but you can’t help but have this floating smile appearing at the corner of your lips.

“I’m just saying…,” he takes another step forward, his warmth breath ghosting your features, his fingers softly skimming the hand closed on his anatomy book. He can’t miss your flinch, nor your artery suddenly palpating to his proximity. “That if you want to make things right…,” his thumb rubs the top of your hand, his piercing grey eyes focused on yours. You gulp. He smirks like a demon would do. “You should increase your stealing skills and actually pick the good book.”

And as his face feels dangerously close to yours, Law uses it as the perfect distraction to retrieve the book you stole. He knows it’s really unfair to play with your emotions like this, and your lust, but he has to control himself in the first place. You kissed, but it doesn’t mean he should surrender to his own desires, even if he terribly wants to have a reminder of the taste of your skin. He wishes that his hands could explore your body, whispering how perfect you look for him, but he can’t. He doesn’t allow himself to cross that barrier, and he believes it could be one of the worst ideas. You both have this incredible attraction, something deep and burning, setting on fire every inch of your souls, yet you couldn’t accept your common desire. You couldn’t ruin whatever you’re sharing right now.

“It’s time for you to sleep.” Law decides, a sudden sadness crossing his usual teasing irises. “It’s not reasonable to be awake right now.”

Before you can eventually protest, he raises his right hand and creates his room around you, the walls of the sphere enveloping the kitchen, but also the corridors and the rooms of the Polar Tang, a bit further away. In a blink, you’re standing in front of your bed, frustrated and unable to understand why he suddenly changed his mind. You are certain he wanted to kiss you like the other night…

“I’m sorry Eileen.” Law whispers while he’s now alone in the kitchen, the room gently cracking before it would disappear for good.

He hides the biscuits in the larder, because he can’t let Bepo find something if he ever wakes up hungry in the middle of the night. He believes it’s also time for him to have his own rest. While he turns around to reach the door, he quickly has to take a step backwards, watching you rushing in one more time, a deep frown on your eyes, and visible anger spreaded on your features. He sighs, and crosses his arms around his chest, somehow silently scolding you for never listening to him. Well he knows it’s quite unfair to room someone away in their cabin in the first place, but he’s still the boss on his ship, and he believes as a doctor, he already knows what’s the best for you.

“Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” Law snaps, the corner of his lips unable to hide that little grimace of irritation. He doesn’t like when his authority is challenged like this, or perhaps he loves it, but feels slightly guilty to sense those emotions. “Go to your room.”

You take a step forward, raising your eyes to prove that you’re not in the mood to follow his orders, fingers immediately gripping the corner of the anatomy book he keeps against his chest.

“No, I’m not tired. I want to read, and you have absolutely no power nor any reason to tell me what I’m supposed to do.”

Cocky. He can’t help but smirk to the sentence, pleased to see that you’re still this wild fire he can’t tame, but also amused with your pouting features. Even though he tightens his grip on the book, and takes himself a step forward, until you have no choice but to plaster your back against the door.

“I’m still the captain here. I gave you an order.” He states with a severe voice, before he eventually throws the book away, ignoring the fact that it might damage it. He notices your visible confusion, his smirk growing on his features. “What am I supposed to do with a guest who can’t behave?”

You cock your head, strands of your brown hair skimming your shoulders, while your hazel eyes gleam with a certain challenge.

“You’ve answered the question yourself, captain.” You whisper, finding yourself having a hard time to breath properly, the proximity increasing your heartbeat. “I’m your guest, not your crew mate. You can’t treat me like them…”

He presses the palm of his hand against the cool door, his body moving closer, as he traps you there, and forbids you to escape his presence.

“I should treat you differently, then?” His voice is nothing but a long snarl, deep and sensual, sending so many goosebumps down your spine that you’re unable to answer for a minute. “That’s what you want? Something… Different?”

You can’t help but nod to the question, your eyes betraying that desperation, your stomach falling in the depths of your guts, as he comes closer and closer. His palm against the wall eventually falls on your cheek, the pad of his thumb describing the slowest caress you have ever experienced. You breath in and out harshly, anticipating the next movement even if it’s hard to tell what Law has in mind. In addition, for him, the game feels terribly intense, his own excitement almost unbearable. He wants to remember the taste on your lips. To have them printed on his flesh and bask on their scent. He doesn’t feel parted anymore, driven by lust and despair, unable to repress those emotions he has been fighting for so long. Not now that you’re looking at him this way. Not now that he feels the same agony nailing you there, in front of him.

“Guests like you are such a pain in the ass.” Law growls, before he eventually crushes his lips on yours, softly at first, almost too slowly. But soon enough, the desperation wins over reason, the sensuality of his kiss turning into something more intense, needy, and messy.

His slender fingers begin to explore your hair, fondling its softness, playing with your brownish locks, while his mouth doesn’t stop for a second. He doesn’t allow you to catch some fresh air, he doesn’t allow you to think. There, plastered against the kitchen’s door, you’re at his mercy, trapped under his claws. He slams your body harder against the entrance of the cafeteria, both of his hands now cupping your jaw, while he deepens the kiss. He opens his mouth, the tip of his tongue gently entering your cavity, yours immediately meeting his to share the most passionate dance. Both of your breathing are heavy, uncontrollable, a raging fire you both can’t contain anymore.

“Fuck…” Law snarls, while he parts his lips just slightly, not enough for you to escape from their eternal caress over yours. “I don’t want to stop.”

His plea sounds desperate, but you certainly share the emotion. You’ve kissed once. You have already been there together, but it has never been like this. You have been able to stop before things would get complicated. You have been able to find a way to control your emotions, and your desires. Yet now, it seems that you’re both unable to find a way to stop the wheel. You clench your fingers on his arm, pulling him closer, Law obliging, his body leaned with yours as both of his hands follow the curve of your back, only to fall in your rear and grope it.

“Don’t stop, please.” You mumble, your lips brushing his, your hazel irises focused on his. “I don’t want to stop either.”

He hesitates. Should he deny that eternal lust you’re both sharing? Should he act like the man or the captain? Duty over passion? Usually his heart would have been clear about the answer… Though Law can’t lie; he’s a man of many flaws. If he believes he should listen to that little voice in the back on his head, his fingers are already acting differently, palping the curves hidden under your jeans, eager to explore this unknown and unconquered territory, turning your sweet little person into his. He hums longly, his own mind on fire, trying to figure out his own feelings. But while he’s focused on this complicated task, he flinches when he senses the palm of your hand exploring his chest, following the muscles and the dark lines of his tattoo. He can’t be reasonable all the time, after all. A pirate isn’t reasonable. A pirate takes what he wants, and when he craves it.

“Yeah, fuck that.” He answers to his own torment, slamming your body back against the door, pinning both of your hands above your head, his mouth devouring yours in the most unconventional way. There, he can finally unleash what he has always been afraid to explore, his tongue meeting yours instantly, sharing the same passionate dance repeatedly, until you would suffocate and beg for more and some fresh air at the same time. He eventually abandons your pinned hands, one arm rolled around your waist, as he makes you spin, clumsily for sure, but enough for him to find the kitchen table. He helps you jump on it, making sure that you’re all settled and comfortable, at least, in the heat of the moment.

“Here?” You mumble between two kisses, swept in another world, while you can definitely feel the smile growing on his lips.

He grips the bottom of your top and lifts it over your head, while both of his hands finally fall onto your thighs, pulling you at the edge of the table.

“You can’t be picky.” He says with the same warm and tempting tone, his mouth exploring the crook of your neck, fingers eagerly working to unbuckle your pants. “Are you playing the prudish girl with me now?”

You hum loudly to the sensation of his digits on your warm skin, the heat of your body irradiating the entire room, as you wiggle on your legs to help him undress you.

“What if someone comes in?” You warn him, but Law immediately bites your neck, sensually teasing the area with his sharp teeth. “L…Law, I’m serious…”

He knows you’re perfectly serious and wary, yet he doesn’t have time, nor the motivation, to find another spot. Perhaps you could have settled for a more comfortable place, but right now, you’re both surrendering to the lust of the moment, and there’s no time to be afraid. You’re both taking a risk like this, but it’s something he’s more than willing to commit.

“Then, be loud enough to make them understand they really shouldn’t come in.” Law smirks devilishly, as he slides his fingers right into your already damp panties. “That’s what I thought; you really don’t want to go anywhere yourself, do you?”

As he talks, he begins to brush that more than sensitive and needy area of yours, coating his slender digits with your natural wetness, spreading it over your lips and clit, his grey eyes focused on your face, just to be certain that he’s doing an amazing job. He can’t believe he has been depriving himself from this sight, your parted lips and frown beautifully indicating that you wouldn’t survive such a temptation tonight. Too bad, Law thinks, because you’ve definitely signed for the entire show now, and the very thought sends even more blood down into his groin. Without any rush, as his golden stare is focused on your features, he begins to add more pressure down there, his lips finding their way back to yours, stealing another passionate kiss, his own cold heartbeat awakened after so many years. Lust is uncontrollable at this point, his expert fingers increasing their pace, until soft moans and harsh whispers would be swallowed in his throat. You move your hips to follow the rhythm, unable to remain calm and patient now that you have him this way. And surely, he doesn’t wish for you to behave either, devouring you right here with his mouth, fingers skillfully providing you waves of pleasure.

“Law…” You let loose desperately, as he increases the pace of his knuckles one more time, eager to see at what point you would break and ask for more.

He smirks against your skin, sensually finding that sensitive spot there, in the crook of your neck, his teeth peppering the area with the most dangerous nibbles. You find yourself bucking your hips to have more, a greedy monster unable to stop, at the edge of having the most powerful orgasm of your life. Perhaps Law felt it, because as soon as you begin to moan harder, he withdraws his fingers, abandoning your needy flower, as he looks at you with a certain satisfaction. Gently, he brings his coated digits to his mouth, shamelessly tasting you, before he eventually presses his palm over your shoulders and invites you to lay back onto the table.

“I guess you’ve earned it.” He growls, pulling both his jogging pants and underwear down, revealing his hardness, proudly bumping against his abs. “I wanted it for so long, Eileen.”

Words are escorted by expert movements of his hands, as he places them on your thighs, pulling on them to find the perfect place, his thumbs caressing your thighs up and down. Once he’s sure you’re in the best position, he grabs his manhood to rub it a few times on your wet lips, each time watching you losing your mind ; he definitely believes he can drive you crazy for minutes like this, yet, he’s also aware that you’re both quite needy and impatient right now. With a slow push of his hips, Law penetrates you, inch by inch, a long shiver running down his spine as he can’t believe how incredible you feel right now. You’re tight enough to drive him insane, his fingers clenched on your skin, a discreet plea escaping his lips. You close your eyes, arching your back, before you manage to wrap your legs around his waist, your hand falling to grip the edge of the table.

“Don’t tease…” You frown, somehow anticipating another of his little games, as you feel your patience disappearing for good.

However, it’s definitely not in Law’s plans to tease any longer, his hips suddenly bucking so hard that you see the stars for a second. No, really, he doesn’t wish to waste anymore time, somehow understanding that it has been far from being enough. Right there, narrowed walls trapping his cock inside of you, your face expressing nothing but pure bliss, he doesn’t wish to act cowardly. He wants you to be his, and only his. So without any word, hands coming up to caress your waist then breasts, Law thrusts at first with an easy pace, the room slowly filled with the filthy sound of your collading skins. You moan, your fingers looking for his, your eyes unable to look away, watching his grey eyes lidded, and his dark cheeks tainted with redder colors. You love what you see, finding how beautiful he can be one more time ; a demon of lust and passion, taking you right here, after so many months of teasing.

For a moment, you wonder how many minutes you can resist before begging him to continue what he has started previously, when his fingers were teasing your most sensitive area, waves of pleasure travelling through your veins like the sweetest illness. You wonder if he will ever go back to this, or only fuck you like this, his hips adopting a steady yet controlled pace, each time extracting more groans from your throat. He definitely knows what he’s doing, but god, you want so much more! You want to see how cruel he can be, the sadistic doctor taking care of this entire operation, until you would met under the power of his aura.

“Harder, please! Fuck! Please, touch me, give me more, Law…!”

Your words are almost like a scream ; you straighten yourself back up to roll your arms around his neck, your mouth immediately finding his. You want more, you need more. This is the greedy monster speaking within you at this point, and not the controlled woman you can be. You feel the droplets of sweat cascading down your spine, and his own heat enveloping you as a second skin. He chuckles, and slams his hips with a harsher pace, one of his hands coming between the two of you, only to play with your swollen clit.

“I didn’t know you could be such a glutton, even for sex,” He growls with a sensual voice, his tongue playing with your earlobe, now that you’re all plastered against him. He rolls his thumb over your clit, focused on your reaction. “Come on, don’t you want to be louder than this?”

Oh, he can’t help but play with you after all, now that his lust is tainted with the desperate need to tease you. You seem completely swept away, and he loves to have you this way. He slows his pace, only to have the privilege to watch his shaft coming and going so gently inside of you, his thumb sometimes coming down to coat more of your wetness.

“You really wanted me, do you?” He whispers against your skin, gentle kisses dropped in the crook of your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I bet I can make you come over and over again…”

The sweet promise extracts another plea from your throat, as you move your hips to escort his slow thrusts, teeth digging into the skin of his shoulders. Satisfied to see that you’re not even able to answer, he presses his thumb harder on your clit, suddenly adopting such a quick pace that you can’t help but let loose that promised whimper he has desperately wished to hear. It feels too much! You can’t control yourself anymore, digging your teeth and your nails in his skin, trying your best to muffle those lovely sounds he’s the only one allowed to hear. As you finally reach your own nirvana, Law feels himself quite unable to resist the siren call, your walls clenching his cock so hard, that every of his thrust sends him at the edge of his end. As he kisses you one more time, he eventually follows your lead and cums as well, his growls disappearing in your mouth. After a moment when the both of you ride out your orgasms, he eventually pulls out, and wraps his hands behind your back.

“Are you okay?” He asks, almost tenderly, hoping you don’t regret what just happened between the two of you.

“Yes,” you reassure with a firm nod, hiding your face in the crook of his neck. “But I’m so sleepy right now…,”

He smirks and rolls his eyes, creating a room around you both, and holding you tighter than before. He can’t believe you almost made him believe that you weren’t sleepy… Well, for once, he doesn’t wish to scold you anymore. That’s probably for the best, if the two of you can get some sleep at this point.

“Not in my room…” You mumble one more time, eyes peering up with a certain authority.

For Law though, you only look like a demanding kitten, not that frightening but terribly cute, and he eventually sighs.

“I guess for once, I’ll give you the privilege to use the captain’s cabin.”

As you disappear from the kitchen, the two of you plastered together, Law intimates himself that it can’t be the only night you share together. Right there, with the warmness of your body against him, he begins to realise that you won’t ever be just a guest for him…

#one piece scenario #one piece headcanon #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #law one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #trafalgar law x reader #not suitable #lemon #elliemehl #happy birthday bby!

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purplepersnicketywrites · 4 years

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In Pursuit of Butterflies

TSUMINA for @a-hopeless-optimist

Prompt: 33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.

you awakened something in me and this is just. a fic now. ;o T-rated as all my stuff is! i’ma go stick it on ao3 now

There’s a healthy dose of krbk in here too because I can’t help myself, but that’s mostly a Bonus Scene at the end of the Tsumina content!

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Mina grinned around at her classmates. Not everyone was here - Jirou had gone to bed early, Shinsou was out at a late-night internship, and Aoyama was bust crafting something out of cheese in the kitchen - but most of class 3A were sat in a circle in the common room, ready to play.

She liked this game, a strange mashup of Truth or Dare, Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Spin the Bottle. It was fun to see the way everyone reacted to the match-ups, what they chose to do. As the current Mistress of the Bottle, it was Mina’s job to spin for everyone.

If the Bottle landed on you, you were given two options - you told a truth or performed a dare picked by the last person the Bottle landed on. If you wanted to forfeit, the Bottle was spun again and you had to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with whoever it landed on. The other person could pass, of course, and the Bottle would keep spinning until someone agreed.

There had been some very interesting events sparked by the Bottle so far. Mina had gotten very good at both feigning surprise and spinning the Bottle itself to land wherever she wanted it to land. It wasn’t really meddling, but, well, Mina was a romantic at heart. So what if she wanted to give some of her friends a little nudge in the right direction?

Mina had managed to work out from her reactions in second year that Ochako’s crush was on Midoriya rather than Iida - the two had both been viable candidates in Mina’s eyes. Unfortunately she hadn’t managed to wrangle them into playing Seven Minutes together yet, somehow, and no one in this circle seemed like they wanted to instigate anything today, either.

It wasn’t like Mina could fix anything for herself while she was the one spinning- as the Mistress of the Bottle she was exempt from it landing on her (or being able to issue truths or dares, which was a fair swap in power). That and, well, it wasn’t like she had a crush on anyone yet anyway. Unfortunately.

She could tell that a lot of the boys in the class were handsome, but none of them had ever given her the butterflies she’d read about. It was kind of annoying, actually, that she’d gone almost her whole high-school career without even a whiff of romance. She wanted to be in love already!

Anyway, the universe had just given her a brilliant opportunity: dearest, darling Eijirou had just refused to answer a question about whether his quirk affected certain parts of his anatomy - crass, Kaminari, but effective - which meant he was in the line-up for Seven Minutes.

Mina grinned and spun the bottle. It landed, as Mina had planned, on Bakugou.

Eijirou turned almost as red as his hair, while Bakugou seemed to have been able to keep a lid on his own reaction. Damn, Mina would have paid money to see Blasty get flustered.

Bakugou stood, dragging Kirishima up with him. “Come on then, idiot. Let’s get this over with.”

“Wh- Really?” Kirishima asked, eyes too wide and voice filled with too much hope. Mina sighed. These boys were so bad at subtlety. Everyone knew that they’d been into each other for years now, other than themselves, apparently. “You don’t have to, man!”

“I said I would! Shut up,” Bakugou snapped. Interesting, he hadn’t let go of Kirishima’s arm. Would today be the day? Bakugou glared at the circle of classmates. “I’m not getting locked in that fucking box, though, so none of you fuckers need to follow us.”

Kaminari waved his phone in the air. “You need a timer or something? I’ll come and get you when the time’s up.”

Kirishima shot him a thumbs up before Bakugou began to drag them away to the closet the class had chosen for the game, one around the corner and near the stairs.

“A hundred yen says they don’t come back,” Sero said once they were out of earshot, and Mina laughed. That was the plan, wasn’t it?

“Why wouldn’t they come back?” Todoroki asked.

Midoriya flushed. “Ah, they might want to extend the game?”

“But the game is seven minutes,” Todoroki said. Ah, poor, poor sheltered boy.

“I meant that I think they’ll stop playing,” Sero said. “And disappear somewhere to make out for real.”

Todoroki’s eyes widened. “Oh! I see. I didn’t know they were dating.”

“They’re not,” Ochako said. “But we’re all hoping that they will be soon.”

Todoroki nodded slowly, absorbing the information. “That’d be good for them, I think.”

“Hey, Ashido,” Kaminari said, and Mina turned her head to look at him. “Wanna swap Bottle duties?”

“Yeah, okay!” Mina said. She thought that she’d probably made enough of an impact today - best to quit while she was ahead. Ooh, now she could truth-or-dare people!

“Well, we’re not gonna wait for Bakugou and Kirishima to get back, so you can call the next thing, Ashido,” Kaminari said, giving the Bottle a whirl. “Satou! It’s you.”

“Uh, truth?”

Mina thought about it. “Hmm, what’s the weirdest thing you’ve ever tried baking?”

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Momo called for a quick break for everyone around twenty minutes later, and as most of the class moved off to go to the bathroom or grab a drink of water Mina saw Kaminari take the opportunity to go see if the closet was free. As Sero had predicted, Kirishima and Bakugou hadn’t come back to the group.

“Empty,” Kaminari said with glee in his voice as he scurried back over to the Bottle. “But! There is evidence they were there.”

Sero leaned towards him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah! So like, there are like, scorch marks, right,” Kaminari said.

“Oh?” Mina tilted her head and Kaminari nodded with enthusiasm.

“Yeah! About, like, either side of where I think Kirishima’s shoulders would’ve been, so damn, Bakugou must’ve been feeling intense,” Kaminari said. “And that’s not all! There are scratches in the wood some ways below them? Like Kirishima’s hands were just dangling at his sides and his quirk activated and he had to grip onto something.”

“Whoa. You don’t think that they...?” Sero let his voice drop into a whisper. “You know?”

“I dunno, I’m just sayin’ what I saw,” Kaminari said, lifting his hands into the air.

Mina whistled low. “That’s what they get for letting all that tension build up between them.”

Their classmates began to trickle back into the circle, so they let the topic drop. A few more truths were given and dares completed - Tokoyami revealed that his parents owned several cats, Tooru said that she had used her quirk to pinch extra goodies at her parents’ bakery a few times, and Shouji had shown them a glimpse of the mouth he kept hidden under his mask.

Then Tsuyu declined to say if she had a crush on anyone or not. Interesting, because that was pretty much code for ‘yeah but don’t pry about it’ and Tsuyu had never mentioned a crush on anyone during their girls’ nights. Mina still planned to ask later - maybe when it was just the girls? She loved to know what her classmates were doing romantically. At the very least she could live vicariously through them.

The room went silent as Kaminari spun the Bottle. Who was gonna join Tsuyu for Seven Minutes? The Bottle turned, and turned, and then-

Mina blinked. It was her. Huh.

“Are you okay with that, Mina?” Tsuyu asked, getting to her feet.

“Uh, totally,” Mina said, standing up. Her heart began to beat a little faster. It had been a long while since she’d been picked for this by the Bottle, and that had been with Aoyama a couple of months ago. They’d spent the whole Seven Minutes time gossiping about their other classmates.

Somehow, Mina didn’t think that Tsuyu would be one for gossip about the others. Would she want to talk about other stuff, though? Like her crush? Or would she just stand in vaguely embarrassed silence? Or-

“Right, let’s go shut you girls in,” Kaminari said, bounding up and grabbing for the key to the closet on one of the counters. Tsuyu stepped into the closet first, and Mina followed behind her. Kaminari shot them both a grin. “You good? I’ll let you out once the time is up!”

The door closed, covering Kaminari’s face, and the lock clicked. Well. Huh. Mina really was here in the closet with Tsuyu, huh? Mina leant back against the wall. She hadn’t had the opportunity to check out Kaminari’s claims for herself - which side were the scorch marks on? She reached a hand down and ran it over the wood. Ah, yeah, those were some deep-feeling grooves, four of them in the shape of finger scratches. There was a matching set on the other side that she traced with her other hand.

Tsuyu’s hand on her arm brought Mina’s attention back to the present, and the situation they were in. Locked in a closet together. Mina supposed that Tsuyu would probably be okay standing just a little too close for a few minutes? It might be the perfect opportunity to pry a little about Tsuyu’s crush, but she’d probably have to work up to that one instead of just blurting out a question.

“So, what did you want to-” Mina found herself interrupted by a soft press of lips on her own.

Oh.

Mina couldn’t help but suck in a gasp as Tsuyu pulled back.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I should have asked first,” Tsuyu said. “I got a little nervous and just- Are you okay, kero?”

“Uh,” Mina said, robbed of words. “Yeah! I’m fine, I just, I didn’t think that you’d want to do it? The kissing thing, I mean.”

“I don’t mind, really,” Tsuyu said. Huh. Even with a crush on someone, Tsuyu was still willing to play. “But I don’t have that much experience with kissing, kero, so it might not be that enjoyable.”

Mina snorted. Her own experiences were drawn from playground and party games like this - never anything other than brief contact with boys and a sense of everything being kind of ridiculous. “I haven’t kissed many people much either, so, that’s fine?”

“Did you want to keep going, then?” Tsuyu asked.

Did she? Mina hadn’t really had the opportunity to kiss any girls before. Hey, why not? “Sure.”

Tsuyu kissed her again, and this time Mina was ready to kiss back. It was nice, Mina decided, hands moving to Tsuyu’s waist in something that might have been an instinct.

It occurred to Mina that Tsuyu was a good nine inches shorter than her, so she must be leaning up in order to kiss her. Tsuyu was likely on the tips of her toes to make up for the difference in their heights. That was... Something warm and tingly made its way through Mina’s gut, and she leant down to even them out a little more.

She had always sort of assumed that she would be the one stretching upwards for a kiss. That she would find some magical Prince Charming who would sweep her off her feet. He’d be tall, because that was what girls were supposed to like. She’d have to have her arms around his neck as he lifted her a little. Maybe she would even be carried?

This was different. It was different, and it was good. Leaning down felt more right than expected. Mina found that she liked kissing Tsuyu, she liked the way their lips moved together, she liked the way Tsuyu’s long fingers had found their way into her hair. Mina really liked that Tsuyu was a girl, actually, as she circled her thumbs over the frog-girl’s hipbones, and that was some kind of revelation.

Maybe Mina had never had a crush before because she’d been looking in the wrong place.

Mina had to break the kiss to really think about that. Whoa. Girls. Mina liked girls? It... Made a lot of sense? But then again, surely she’d have had those damned elusive butterflies looking at a girl at some point? Wasn’t that how people usually figured out they liked certain people? Ugh, this was so frustrating.

“Mina?” Tsuyu’s voice was soft, and her hands dropped to Mina’s shoulders as she moved back a little - though not all that far given the limited space they were dealing with. “Are you-”

“Still fine,” Mina said, finding herself to be a little breathless. “S-sorry for just stopping like that, uh, I think I might be gay?”

“Oh.”

“I’ve never kissed a girl before,” Mina confessed. “But it’s better with you than any boys I’ve ever kissed.”

“I’ve only ever kissed girls,” Tsuyu said, and Mina found herself oddly surprised.

She swallowed. “Really?”

“Not many,” Tsuyu said. “But yes, kero, only girls.”

“And how do I shape up?” Mina asked. Gosh, hanging around with Bakugou, the embodiment of competitive spirit, must have rubbed off on her a little. Did she really want to know?

“It’s the best so far,” Tsuyu said, moving closer again. “Can I kiss you again?”

Mina nodded before she remembered they were kind of in the dark here. “Yes.”

Tsuyu’s mouth was just as gentle and soft as before. Mina wondered if Tsuyu would mind if their mouths opened a little more, or if that would push things too far. Mina wasn’t sure if what they were doing could strictly be called a friends thing, but at the same time... The closet was like a liminal space. Once they were out, the feel of Tsuyu’s lips on hers would only really be a memory, hazy like a half-remembered dream.

Something in Mina’s gut curled unpleasantly at the thought. If it was all going to be forgotten anyway, then maybe going a little further wouldn’t be too amiss. Mina had never tried French-kisses before, but maybe- Oh. Tsuyu’s tongue was like a frog’s, wasn’t it? How would that feel? Slippery? Sticky? Would they even be able to kiss that way or was Tsuyu’s tongue a little too big?

It was weird, but, Mina was kind of excited to see for herself, or feel, rather. Seeing wasn’t currently an option for them.

Mina let her own tongue flick out, just a little, over the seam of Tsuyu’s lips. Tsuyu’s grip on her shoulders tightened, and the girl with the frog quirk hummed. Mina lurched forwards, pressing Tsuyu back against the wall of the closet, and licked again. Mina moved one of her hands to cradle Tsuyu’s jaw as Tsuyu opened her mouth.

Tsuyu’s tongue was kinda... Slimy? But not in a terrible way. Mina’s thoughts were a jumble, but somewhere in there the idea that she’d be happy to get used to it flickered through her brain. There couldn’t be all that much time left out of Seven Minutes, though, surely?

“Fuck,” Mina hissed, as one of Tsuyu’s hands made its way under her t-shirt to splay over her waist. Tsuyu’s fingers were warm, almost burning, and Mina bit back a sound building in her throat. “Tsu.”

Tsuyu hesitated. “Are you still okay with this?”

“Touch,” Mina panted. “Please.”

Mina felt like she was on fire. Nothing had ever been like this before, and she leant her face down into the crook of Tsuyu’s shoulder as the frog girl’s fingers traced the muscles of her stomach. No one had ever tried to... Explore Mina like this, to trace patterns her skin like Tsuyu was doing. She wanted more, which was strange and new and exciting.

Somehow, Mina didn’t think she’d be able to forget what was happening right now in the closet any time soon

“Mina,” Tsuyu said, pulling her hand back and Mina’s shirt down. Mina almost groaned at the loss of contact. “Can I tell you something?”

“Yeah, of course you can,” Mina said, face still pressed against Tsuyu’s collar as she tried to collect herself.

“It’s about the question I was asked earlier, kero,” Tsuyu said.

Mina took a moment to wrack her brains. Question? Oh, right, about Tsuyu’s crush. Mina had been planning to ask about it, but now the idea of it sat like a cold stone in her stomach, heavy and uncomfortable. Still, if Tsuyu wanted to use what was probably the last of their time here to say it, Mina was willing to listen.

“Mm?”

“I do have someone that I like,” Tsuyu said.

“A girl?” Mina asked, biting her lip. She was glad that Tsuyu wasn’t trying to move her away.

Mina felt Tsuyu nod. “A girl. Ah, you, actually.”

What? Mina blinked. “Me?”

“I didn’t want to say anything in the circle because I didn’t want to put you on the spot, kero. I didn’t know if you even liked girls,” Tsuyu said. “But now that I do, I wanted to say that. Even if you don’t like me back, I wanted to let you know.”

Mina found herself lost for words again. How on earth was she supposed to respond to this? To all of this? Mina pulled herself away, leaning back against her side of the closet. She liked girls, apparently, and here was a girl who liked her, who had kissed her, who Mina had enjoyed kissing back. Tsuyu was a friend, someone Mina knew, and pretty much the opposite of all of Mina’s half-formed fantasy partners. Was that a bad thing? A good thing?

“Tsu... I-”

There was clicking sound, and then the door opened. Kaminari’s face popped into view as light streamed into the small space from around him.

“Yo! Time’s up!” Kaminari said, moving back to give them space to get out. Mina went first, Tsuyu stepping out behind her. Mina saw Kaminari scrutinising the two of them before his expression drew up into a vicious smirk. “Did you two have fun?”

Mina’s flush was out in the open, this time, but she still made herself stand as tall as possible and eye her friend down. “More than you ever will.”

“Ouch,” Kaminari said, with a wince. “You coming back to the game?”

“I think I’m gonna head up to bed,” Mina said, and something made her glance at Tsuyu. The frog girl looked... A little disappointed, maybe? It was hard to tell, and Tsuyu was pretty good at disguising her expressions. “Uh, so about some of the stuff we spoke about...”

Tsuyu looked at her. “I’ll keep it a secret.”

“What? No, I mean, for now I guess?” Mina hadn’t even thought about that. She didn’t think she’d have a problem being out, really, but first she probably needed to figure out exactly what she’d be out as, at least to begin with. “I meant- I don’t really have- I need to think about some stuff for myself first, I think.”

“I understand,” Tsuyu said, and then she smiled.

Oh. Mina thought, watching as Kaminari and Tsuyu headed back to the gathering of their classmates.

So this is what getting the butterflies feels like.

---

Bonus! Kiribaku scene

Eijirou watched Bakugou glaring at the closet. He didn’t say anything - Bakugou needed to consider this for himself, and if he was offered what he saw as cowardly escape or a challenge to his bravery he would tend to push himself into situations he wasn’t actually comfortable with.

If Bakugou himself deemed this as too much, he’d mutter something like ‘this is fucking stupid’ and that was when Eijirou would suggest that they fuck off to his room and watch something on his laptop.

“Let’s get this over with,” Bakugou said instead.

Well. That was it. They were gonna spend the whole seven minutes in this closet together no matter what. Eijirou felt a little thrill run through him at the thought. Bakugou was comfortable enough with him that he didn’t mind being confined to such close quarters for seven whole minutes, and that was amazing.

Eijirou wasn’t expecting anything to happen, really. He knew enough about Bakugou to know that he was a - heh - closet romantic at heart, and he wasn’t likely to spend both of what he knew would be their first kisses in a glorified cupboard.

If he was gonna kiss Eijirou, it’d be somewhere memorable. Like at the top of a ferris wheel at a festival, at the top of a mountain after hiking toether, or- Well. Somewhere up high where they could look out over the world. Bakugou would probably have planned it out meticulously, never one to half-ass anything he cared about. And Eijirou was pretty sure that Bakugou cared about him.

Bakugou walked into the closet and Eijirou practically jumped to follow him.

“Okay, you wanna put a timer on one of our phones?” Eijirou asked.

Bakugou scowled around at the (lack of) space and grunted an affirmation.

“Cool, I’ll set it to go,” Eijirou said, pulling his phone out. “Can you shut the door and I’ll start it from there?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou said, and reached out for the doors as Eijirou’s thumbs hovered over the screen of his phone. Eijirou thought that his friend was strangely subdued.

Eijirou pressed play on the countdown as the door shut, and put his phone back in his pocket. It would let out an alarm when they were done, so he didn’t need to watch it. The darkness was kinda comforting, Eijirou thought. It was warm and it felt like the sharing of a secret, and maybe that’s why this game was played in small, dimly-lit spaces.

“Cozy, huh?” Eijirou chirped after a few moments thinking about it, trying to squint at his friend through the darkness. No reply. “Man, I can’t believe Kaminari would ask me something like that. You know I think maybe he wanted me to forfeit, ha.”

Eijirou waited for Bakugou to scoff, to make some quip at Kaminari’s expense like he usually did at the slightest provocation. But there was nothing. Eijiroi frowned, straining his ears. Was- Was that Bakugou’s breathing? It sounded fast. Too fast.

“Hey man, you good?” Eijirou asked, eyebrow raised and head tilted even if he couldn’t be seen.

“Fuck,” Bakugou said, but his voice was all wrong. Kinda... Wispy? Nothing like Eijirou had ever heard from him before.

“Bakugou?”

“Shit, I, it’s the fucking,” Bakugou said, and he was definitely breathing heavier than normal. “I can’t fucking breathe, fucking hell.”

Eijirou leaned forwards, concern blooming in his gut. He reached out. “You can’t breathe? What’s-”

The moment Eijirou’s hands brushed against the fabric of Bakugou’s t-shirt, Eijirou found himself being slammed backwards into the wall of the closet by a pair of heated hands on his shoulders. Eijirou’s skin had hardened under the contact, but he could smell the smokiness in the air that told him Bakugou had detonated.

Bakugou kept him pinned like that, breaths sounding ragged.

“Bakugou?” Eijirou tried again, lifting one arm.

“Don’t touch me!” Bakugou hissed, and Eijirou dropped both of his hands to press them to the wood either side of him. “Don’t- Fuck, just- Fucking hell!”

Bakugou slid his hands to the sides, palms against the wood, too, and in the brief flashes of light that his quirk produced either side of him, Eijirou caught glimpses of his face. Bakugou’s eyes were clamped shut, his mouth open and teeth bared in a snarl. Something was wrong, somehow.

“Hey,” Eijirou said, trying to make his voice gentle. “Talk to me, man. What’s going on?”

“It’s so fucking stupid,” Bakugou said, voice hitching on the last word.

“Whatever this is isn’t stupid,” Eijirou said. “And I’m here for you if you need anything.”

“I know,” Bakugou said, and he let his head fall forwards onto Eijirou’s chest. “Fuck, just. Stay right there. I need to get over this shit already.”

“Okay.”

Fuck, Eijirou thought, hardened fingers curling into the wall and probably gouging it as he tried to think of what to say. He wanted to pull Bakugou into a hug or something, but Bakugou didn’t want that right now and Eijirou knew better than to try that again until he gave the all-clear.

Bakugou knocked his fist against Eijirou’s shoulder. “Talk, damn it. I need- Distract me.”

“Oh, yeah! Sure,” Eijirou said, mind immediately going blank. “Uhh, so, um, I... Hm. I got absolutely nothing in my brain, bro.”

“Idiot, everyone knows that already,” Bakugou mumbled.

Eijirou laughed. “Nothing but hair and rocks, yeah! I guess I could sing a song or something? But all the songs I know are like, ones you have to really yell along to and someone might think we got stuck in here or s-”

Bakugou shook his head. “Fuck, change the topic.”

“Oh, sorry, uh,” Eijirou had gone blank again. So... What was it that Bakugou hadn’t wanted to- Oh. Oh. Oh fuck. No wonder Bakugou was freaking out so badly, of course, he had fucking claustrophobia. Eijirou was an idiot for forgetting - it was something Bakugou had mentioned before, in an offhand way so as not to make it a big deal, but he’d still mentioned it.

‘Oh yeah, I hate small spaces.’

And what was this if not being a small space?

“So, uh, did I ever tell you about how I got the scar on my eye?” Eijirou asked. Man, he really needed to like, come up with a selection of topics he could talk about for this sort of situation.

“Yeah,” Bakugou said.

“I did? Aw man, I thought I’d managed to go without you hearing how embarrassing it was,” Eijirou said. He heard Bakugou snort, which was a good thing, right? “How about the first time I dyed my hair?”

“Mmhm.”

Eijirou pouted at the top of Bakugou’s head. “Man, I should really learn how to stop exposing my own secrets! Okay, so. Hey, how about something for the future! Pretty sure I haven’t talked about much of that.”

Bakugou grunted.

“Well, I think once our agency gets properly established and things are like, stable, I want a cat,” Eijirou said, finding that his heart was pounding. He’d not actually shared this idea with anyone. Not even Bakugou, and they were planning to rent a place together.

“Yeah?” Bakugou asked.

“Yeah. I love cats, man. I mean, I like dogs, too! They’re great! But it’d be a cat or two for me,” Eijirou said. “I don’t know if I really care about the breed, but I guess I’d actually like something that’s like, kinda pushy and loud? I think those kinda cats have real personality. You can’t ignore them when they want something.”

Bakugou’s hands had stopped popping with tiny explosions, which was good.

“It’d be an indoor cat. I don’t want it to be like, hit by a car or targeted by a villain or anything,” Eijirou said. “As long as you make the time to play with a cat and stuff they don’t actually need to go out - especially if you have more than one and they can play with each other. I was also thinking that maybe I could like, harness train it? Take it on like, walks and stuff.”

Bakugou said something, but it was muffled by Eijirou’s shirt.

“Huh?”

“Names,” Bakugou said, voice rough but sounding stronger. “Got any?”

“Oh, for the cats?” Eijirou pursed his lips. “Not really! I figure I’ll know what to call a cat when I look at it.”

Bakugou made a small humming noise, and Eijirou hoped that he was maybe warming to the idea. Eijirou kind of needed him to be on board, after all.

“Uh, what else... I kinda want, like, a real house? I know the sort of money for that probably won’t start coming in for a while ‘cause of all the security concerns, but like, long-term goals and all that stuff,” Eijirou said. He wanted Bakugou to live there with him, but, well, they weren’t officially together yet and Eijirou didn’t wanna just spring that on him while he was having a panic attack. “It doesn’t have to be a big house, just like, enough. A decent kitchen, space to park outside, maybe a small garden.”

“With flowers?” Bakugou asked.

Huh, that wasn’t something Eijirou had expected Bakugou to ask, and he grinned. “Yeah. We can plant flowers. Roses, maybe. Red ones? Maybe white? Maybe both?”

“Both,” Bakugou said.

Eijirou felt fondness ripple through him, and he opened his mouth to say something that was probably too sappy, but then his pocket began to buzz and Bakugou was jumping out of the closet. He moved almost too fast for Eijirou to follow with his eyes, but he didn’t go too far. Eijirou stepped out of the closet and closed its doors behing him, before making his way over to his best friend.

“Wanna go upstairs and watch something?” Eijirou asked, turning off the alarm still jangling from his phone.

“Fuck yes,” Bakugou said, turning to head towards the stairs. As he was facing away from Eijirou, he couldn’t be totally sure that Bakugou had spoken again as he stomped away, but it kinda sounded like Bakugou had muttered a ‘thank-you’. Kinda like that time at I-Island all the way back in first year, huh?

Eijirou grinned, catching up to Bakugou and throwing an arm over his shoulders.

#tsumina #kiribaku #bakushima #fanfiction #my fanfiction #this was EXTREMELY FUN actually #Gorl Time #the characters theorise about some implied spicy but they're way off the mark lmao

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A Heart to Be Used as Needed (a dark Corazon!LawxBaby 5 fic)

“Joker killed another one, huh?”

Sniffling and tearfully nodding her head, Baby 5 skulked into Trafalgar Law’s lab, the young Corazon’s afternoon coffee carefully balanced on a silver tray. “The bastard didn’t even give me enough time to set a wedding date.” The Buki Buki no Mi user was a mess; mascara blended with tears down her cheeks, her eyes were red and puffy, jet black hair tangled, and there were thin rips throughout her maid uniform. She’d clearly just come from another failed attempt at killing Doflamingo, her rage at once more being denied her dream of marital bliss no match for the shichibukai and his Ito Ito no Mi powers.

Law scoffed as he continued to dissect the man on his table. His victim was barely conscious, chest cavity wide open, any resistance he might make suppressed by restraints, a cocktail of opioids, and the fact that his limbs were in a bin on the other side of the operatory. Doflamingo had caught the guy snooping around the castle, so he’d been generously donated to the lab for the Surgeon of Death’s amusement. He’d started off using his powers, but after a while decided to practice more traditional surgery—minus the anesthesia, of course. The result was a rather bloody operating table, organs lined up in little trays encased in their own Rooms to keep his subject alive as long as possible.

Holding the man’s liver up to the light, Law tsked at the cirrhosis that had formed. “You know, they say insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.”

Grimacing at her superior’s handywork, the maid replied haughtily, “I’m pretty sure it’s also finding pleasure in playing around with a man’s organs while he watches.”

“No, that’s sadism. Completely different.” Turning around, he pulled off the bloody latex gloves and surgical mask, switching them with the coffee mug, warm viscera dripping onto the polished silver. Despite being red with tears, Baby 5’s eyes rolled heavenwards in annoyance; with his abilities, he could have easily thrown those in the trash, but he always left it to her to clean up instead. Frowning at the red stains on his dress shirt and white lab coat, she knew she’d also be spending a good hour on his laundry. Oh, well. At least it made her feel useful.

Taking a sip of the bitter beverage as he leaned against the operating table, Law quickly scanned her for injuries. Apart from a few bruises and some thin cuts, she seemed relatively unharmed, but it was still worse than Joker’s usual retaliation. Either he’d been in a bad mood, or Baby 5 had really gone all out this time. “Need me to bandage those up?” the surgeon asked, indicating the long, thin slash at her waist.

She waved of his concern as she dumped the contaminated gloves into the trash. “Oh, don’t trouble yourself; I’ll take care of them later.”

It was an expected response; heaven forbid the maid allow anyone to do something for her. Half the time he had to drug her just to fix her up after a mission, as she’d insist on not being a burden even while bleeding out. So, knowing it was a lost cause, he pointed to the sink. “Then at least wash your face; I don’t need you dripping snot and makeup all over my nice, clean lab.” It wasn’t clean, and Baby 5 would inevitably be the one to mop up the blood later, but she was smart enough not to comment.

As she dutifully bent over the sink, scrubbing away tears and reapplying her lipstick, Law diverted his gaze from her injuries to instead appreciate the way her short dress and high heels made her legs look impossibly long. He couldn’t help it; as a doctor, he enjoyed studying anatomy, and as an admitted hedonist, he loved a sexy pair of legs on anyone. The way she leaned over, arching her back and presenting her pert ass, filled his head with impure thoughts of burying his stiff cock inside her, fucking her hard and slow while she made helpless little sounds of pleasure.

Joker really was a sadist, parading a beautiful, biddable woman around in such a tempting outfit, then basically forbidding anyone from touching her. It was easier on everyone else, as most saw her as a sister or niece if they regarded her at all, but as Law’d never bought into the family crap, he lacked that barrier. Instead, his main reason for not going after the sexy little maid boiled down to the knowledge that if he did, she’d cling to him for life, and Doflamingo would be pissed.

Even the best fuck in the world wasn’t worth upending his ultimate plans.

Downing half the mug of coffee in one go to quell his urges, he said, “Not that I approve of any of the worthless peons you’re stupid enough to fall for, but if you want to get married so badly, quit telling Joker and just elope. Why ask permission when you know you’ll never get it?” Despite his harsh words, he was vaguely impressed—foolish as it was, he’d give her props for persistence. Her intense desire to get married was almost comparable to his drive to bring the Heavenly Demon’s world crashing down around him before finally crushing his heart in his bare hands.

The fact was, despite being Corazon, Law had spent the past decade plotting to destroy Joker and his sick criminal empire. It was hardly for altruistic reasons; he’d set the whole world on fire so long as Doflamingo burned with it. All that mattered was avenging Cora-san, and there was no line he wouldn’t cross. A man in his position couldn’t afford to have scruples; his job generally revolved around torture, unethical experimentation, helping enforce Joker’s rule, keeping his twisted subordinates alive and in line, and more. How could he ever hope to take down the former Celestial Dragon if he wasn’t willing to do the same for his plans?

Besides his lack of limits, Law’s greatest strength was his patience. Much as he wanted to simply rip out his still-beating heart, Doflamingo was too strong to fight directly. At least, too strong for the Surgeon of Death. At first, Law’d planned on simply earning his trust and killing him on the operating table under the guise of performing the Perennial Youth Surgery, but after seeing how monstrously powerful and resilient he was, the young doctor had been forced to figure out a new plan. Then, two years ago, he’d had an epiphany; to take out a Warlord, you needed an Emperor, and he was in the perfect position to sabotage Joker and Kaido’s partnership. He would break one of the gears that kept the New World running, then sit back and relish the beautiful storm he’d ushered in.

It wouldn’t be easy, and at the moment, his greatest challenge was gathering the right allies to help him enact his brilliant scheme. Violet used her powers and sexual relationship with Joker to keep him informed of their boss’ plans and divert any suspicions of betrayal. Law had amassed a small but devoted crew eager to follow him into Hell. Last year, he’d secretly saved the Straw Hat boy at Marineford, healing and handing him over to Silvers Rayleigh to train with the intention of calling in the life debt once he and his crew were strong enough for the New World. The young upstart’s brand of chaos would be useful for destroying Joker’s SMILE factory and invoking Kaido’s wrath.

Slowly Trafalgar D. Water Law moved the pieces into place, playing a quiet game of chess with the unwitting shichibukai while acting as his sadistic but loyal Corazon.

Perhaps it was that devotion to subtlety and meticulous planning that made him so annoyed at Baby 5’s foolishness. “Seriously, you do this every time; flounce into his office crowing about how you’re getting married, and the next day the guy’s entire town has been razed to the ground.”

“But I want the Young Master’s approval!” she declared. She simply could not understand why everyone was so against her getting married. Ever since she was a child, she’d longed to belong somewhere, to be useful and needed by someone. To be a man’s wife meant that there was someone who truly valued her, who saw how useful she was and was happy to let her tend to his every need. To be useful was to be needed, to be needed was to be loved, and a loved person would never be abandoned in the mountains, determined a burden, or forgotten.

Once more presentable, her cheeks flushed as she basked in a romantic fantasy, imagining her hypothetical wedding day. “I know he’s just being protective and doing what he feels is best, but he’s never even met my boyfriends! Once he sees how truly in love we are, he’ll walk me down the aisle and give me away to my beloved—”

“That’s just it—he doesn’t want to give you away,” the Dark Doctor interrupted sourly, running a tattooed hand through his messy hair in irritation. Really, how was he the only one who saw through their boss’ illusion of “family” for the brainwashed cult that it was? Was it because he’d witnessed first-hand what he’d done to his own brother? The volatile maid was one of the few he cut any slack; he’d spent the past twelve years watching Doflamingo cultivate her psychological need to be needed into something fanatical and horribly unhealthy, whereas the rest were just plain cruel, stupid, or greedy. That didn’t mean he wouldn’t gleefully tear into her I delusion like a pinned-down frog, though. “You’re most useful when you’re solely devoted to him. If you marry outside the Family, your loyalties will be divided.”

“No, they won’t,” she argued, clasping her hands over her heart, eyes sparkling dramatically under the cold, florescent lights. “I’ll always be loyal to the Family!”

“But what if your husband wants you to choose between us and him?” Law pressed, setting down his mug. Normally, he didn’t bother trying to reason with her, but he was feeling particularly sadistic at the moment. Such utter devotion to that monster disgusted him, and something urged him to pick at the fresh scab over the maid’s damaged psyche and watch it bleed as she was forced to face painful reality. “Your taste in men is generally atrocious, so who’s to say you wouldn’t end up falling for the enemy? Let’s say your husband needs you to shoot Joker, but Doflamingo needs you to kill your husband. Who would you obey?”

“I—I would…” she trailed off, eyes dropping to the floor and hands wringing her apron as her mind struggled. Cheeks flushed red with strain, white teeth bit into her plump, cherry red lip, and sweat started to form across her brow. The butt of her cigarette fell to the floor, slowly burning out on the white linoleum. Law didn’t need to check her pulse to know her heart was racing, and her bountiful chest heaved as panicked adrenaline raced through her veins. It was like a computer attempting to process a paradox, slowly frying its own circuits trying to figure out the unsolvable answer.

A wide, cold smirk stretched his lips, gold eyes greedily taking in her mental anguish. Really, it was quite an attractive look on her. Control freak that he was, he got a special, sick thrill from the knowledge that he could play with her emotions so easily, his words as precise and sharp as his scalpel. “Exactly. That’s why he’ll always kill your pitiful fiancés. He doesn’t trust you to make good decisions on your own, so he guards you like a dragon would a princess, incinerating any would-be knights in shining armor trying to rescue you.”

“But I don’t need to be rescued,” she insisted weakly.

“Well, that’s good, because none of those idiots cared about you enough to want to rescue you. They wanted to take advantage of your weakness, just like everyone else.”

“You’re wrong; they loved me!”

“Then tell me all about your latest ‘romantic’ proposal,” he said sarcastically, slowly circling her like a leopard sizing up a wounded doe, deciding what part of her soft, defenseless flesh he should sink his teeth into first. “Did he get down on one knee and declare his undying devotion? Whisper sweet nothings as you gazed at the stars? Give you a sparkling diamond ring and a bouquet of red roses?” he rasped in her ear as his hand teasingly stroked along her shoulders.

“He…he gave me a daisy,” she muttered, hopelessly staring at the floor.

“Ooo, a daisy! I’m sure it was the prettiest weed freshly picked from a crack in the sidewalk a woman could ask for.”

Spinning around, she struck him, the deafening slap of her open palm against his cheek echoing throughout the operatory. “Why are you such an asshole?!” she shouted, tears once again welling up in her big, dark eyes.

Even though he’d been expecting it, Law glared at her like a basilisk for her insubordination, smirk returning as she instantly cowered before him. Toying with her was so amusing, her reactions volatile yet comically predictable. Really, it was something he’d grown to enjoy over the years—seeing just how far he could push her before she snapped, only to watch her immediately regret it from nothing more than a cold look.

Relishing the power trip he got from her fear, the Corazon stalked back to the table. His victim’s eyes were becoming a bit clearer and his struggles had renewed, strained noises bubbling up in his throat as the drugs wore off. It seemed his body had processed the opioids more quickly than expected; too bad for the unlucky fool, but that just meant more fun for the Surgeon of Death.

Chuckling, Law glanced over his shoulder at Baby 5. With no one to cling to like she normally would, she’d remained frozen in place, trembling as she fearfully awaited his response. Dismemberment was his go-to punishment for her if her were in a particularly bad mood, though he always put her back together, and by the next morning she’d be back to scolding him for not showing the young master enough respect or stealing her last cigarette.

Lucky for her, this was one of his better days, so instead of having her join the man on the table, Law threw her a bone. “I need you to fetch me that gag on the counter. I don’t trust my patient not to start screaming again, and it would be rude of him to cause a racket when we’re trying to have a conversation.”

The second the word “need” had left his mouth, Baby 5 ceased her cowering, dashing over to the counter and grabbing the leather gag, nearly tripping over herself in her eagerness to be useful.

Despite himself, the Dark Doctor gave the barest hint of a smile. Much as the woman annoyed him with her fanatical devotion to Doflamingo, her desire to help was just so pure it was, at times, endearing. If he were honest, Baby 5 was probably the one he hated the least in the organization; besides being the nicest to look at, her wants and needs were simple, and she could be surprisingly compassionate in little ways. She was one of the few who, despite considering him a traitor, had acknowledged just how much Cora-san had meant to Law. Held his hand while he’d mourned for his savior after he’d been dragged kicking and screaming back to the Family. Been genuinely thrilled that his Amber Lead Disease was cured. Taken up smoking with him as a small tribute to the former Corazon, huddling behind a tree as they retched at their first taste of tobacco.

If nothing else, he always enjoyed watching her attack their boss when he murdered her fiancés. Even when she failed, Law found it to be catharsis-by-proxy, as he spent most of his days plotting how to horribly and painfully murder the shichibukai. A hell of a turn-on, too; who wouldn’t have the occasional sexual fantasy about a hot maid trying to assassinate the man you hated most?

Sparing a nod of thanks, the surgeon shoved the gag into his patient’s mouth before tightening the restraints. He prided himself on his steady hands, and he wouldn’t have his work ruined because the worthless fool couldn’t keep still. “You may call me an asshole, but I’m the only one who cares about you enough to give the cold, hard truth. Everyone else sugar-coats their words so they can keep you compliant and unwilling to think for yourself. So, you’re welcome.”

Hands fisting on her hips, Baby 5 scowled. It was remarkable how she could go from trembling before him to arguing like they were still children. “Oh, so people who are awful to me care, and yet the men you claim give such horrible proposals don’t? You’re so full of shit, Law!”

He shrugged, taking another sip of his now-lukewarm coffee. “Am I? Even when I was officially promoted to Corazon, you still treated me the same as when we were kids—slapping me when I got mouthy and refusing to kiss my ass like all the other sycophants in this shithole. Are you saying you don’t care about me?”

Her beautiful face twisted in genuine confusion. “I…well, of course I do, but…”

“I let you get away with so much more than anyone else. You hit me, insult me, order me about, and the most I’ve ever done is cut off your limbs for a few hours, and I always fix you back up good as new. Because, even though you’re a foolish, emotional pain in the ass, our little spats are the only thing that feel genuine some days. To you, I’m just Law, and I actually appreciate that.” It surprised him how honest he was being, but he supposed it was as he said; he cared enough not to bullshit her, at least compared to the others.

“You do?”

“Yeah. So that’s why I’m telling you to stop accepting every ‘proposal’ a guy throws your way. You’re famous for your eagerness to please, and men are always looking to take advantage of that. And even if you did manage to find the one decent soul in this world who genuinely loved you, Joker will never let you go. He’ll kill anyone who might take you from the Family.”

Something sparked in her eyes at his words, as if he’d given her the greatest epiphany of her life. “Maybe…maybe I could marry someone in the Family, then! Trebol nearly offered just this afternoon!”

Law gagged on his coffee at the very thought. A man like him needed a strong stomach, but perhaps he did have some limits, after all; not even he would inflict marriage to the snot-dripping freak on someone. “Please tell me you had to good sense not to accept.” He facepalmed at her embarrassed blush. How could anyone’s standards be so low? Was marriage really such an enticing concept that she’d bed that? And the risk of death aside, shouldn’t a woman as sexy and submissive as her attract better suitors?

A sudden, cruel idea popped into his head. What if he married Baby 5? A dangerous assassin and obedient maid could certainly be useful in his scheme. Doflamingo wouldn’t dare kill him for proposing; not if he wanted that Perennial Youth Surgery. He wouldn’t even have a good excuse to refuse the match, considering how it would both keep Baby in the Family and—so he’d believe—further secure his Corazon’s loyalty. After all, what better reward could Law ask for after years of faithful service than a gorgeous trophy wife?

And on the day he finally enacted his revenge against the Heavenly Demon, he’d either have a powerful, completely devoted ally in Baby 5, or she’d be too crippled by indecision to pick between them, keeping her from interfering. Either way, Joker would have lost a piece on the chessboard and not even know until it was too late.

A little voice that sounded disturbingly like Cora-san’s whispered in his ear that using Baby 5 like that made him no better than the Doflamingo, but Law brushed it away. If anything, he was being kind to the silly maid; hadn’t Rosinante wanted to keep him, Baby 5, and Buffalo out of Joker’s clutches? The Marine’s own methods of doing so hadn’t been gentle or entirely ethical, either—throwing kids out of a window wasn’t exactly a safe way to deter them from a life of piracy. Besides, even with his not-so-noble intentions towards her, Law was still a far better suitor than anyone she’d pick on her own. In fact, he was making her dream of becoming a wife a reality, and wasn’t that generous of him?

Putting his mug down, the surgeon reached out to gently rest his fingertips under her chin. Startled at the unexpected contact, Baby 5 nearly stumbled back, but he stepped closer, wrapping his arm securely around her waist to steady her. “It astounds me that a woman as beautiful as you would even consider settling for a disgusting thing such as Trebol,” he said lowly, looking deeply into her obsidian eyes. It would be easy to simply say he needed her or demand she marry him, but he wanted to be sure her loyalty fully shifted to him, otherwise, she could become a liability.

Besides, seduction was just so much more fun; since he’d hit adulthood, Law’d indulged in all manner of sexual vices with hundreds of partners, men and women alike. After all, he hadn’t expected to live past thirteen, and even with his Amber Lead Disease gone, he was on a ticking clock. Death loomed on his horizon, whether it he be killed in battle, forced to fulfill his purpose and conducting the Perennial Youth Surgery, or Joker uncovering his betrayal. So, in between plotting and research, why not make the most out of the time he had? And for all her annoying quirks, Baby 5 was a gorgeous, obedient woman, and he’d be lying if he didn’t like it when she showed her feisty side. She’d starred in many a wet dream over the years, and now he could finally justify making them a reality.

Hot, coffee-scented breath made the wispy strands of hair that framed her face flutter delicately. “You’d see you’ve got far better options if you simply opened your eyes.”

For her part, Baby 5 was utterly shocked. First, Law admitting that he cared about her, and now he was implying there was someone out there who might be interested in proposing? Was he serious, or just making fun of her like Trebol?

Slowly, the tattooed fingers at her chin journeyed south, brushing lightly down her pale throat, over her trembling heart, between her voluptuous breasts, across her trim waist, until they reached the pocket of her apron. Her eyes were fixated on his hand as he fished out a cigarette and her lighter, her breath quickening as he raised the former to her mouth. Instinctively, she opened up to take it, but with a playful smirk, he teasingly ran the filter over her bright red lips, amused at the way the cherry gloss stained the white paper.

Finally, he pushed the cigarette between her lips, murmuring, “Have you ever been kissed before, Baby-ya?”

The way her cheeks went pink was so uncharacteristically demure he had to chuckle, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, sending strange but thrilling tingles between her legs. “N-no,” she stammered bashfully.

With a soft click, Law flicked the sparkwheel with his thumb, carefully bringing the dancing flame to light the tip of the cigarette. He could tell he was making her nervous by the way she hurriedly took several steadying puffs, embers flaring with every inhalation.

“Such a shame. I imagine there are women who would kill for lips like yours. And the way you practically suck on that cigarette,” he growled, gold eyes fixating on her mouth, “it gives a man ideas.”

“What kind of ideas?” she asked, breathless and full of wide-eyed, eager curiosity.

Unconsciously, his arm tightened around her waist at her innocence, forcing her to arch against him, soft curves molding against hard muscle. God, she didn’t even know how tempting that question made her. If he were a man with less control, she’d be on her knees learning first-hand what a mouth like hers was made for.

Plucking the cigarette from her unresisting lips, Law took a long drag before blowing the smoke out his nose as he looked down at her with hooded eyes. Licking his lips, he could taste the lingering hints of cherry gloss, sharp and sweet and delicious. “The kind a sweet little thing like you wouldn’t ever dream of.”

“Are they,” she swallowed harshly, pupils dilating as she instinctively gripped his lab coat, “the kind husbands and wives have?”

“Husbands and wives, lovers, bedmates, bored, horny teenagers; basically, anyone who likes to fuck,” he replied before taking another drag. As he leaned back his head to release the stream of smoke into the air, he smirked devilishly at her rapt expression. Oh, he was going to ruin her.

Gently tucking a strand of raven hair behind her ear, he murmured, “Let me talk to Joker. Maybe I can pick his brain, figure out if there’s anyone he would consider a worthy husband for you.”

He forced himself not to laugh at the shadow of disappointment that crossed her face. Dropping her gaze, she pushed against his chest, trying to break away. “Ah…thank you, Law, but you don’t have to. I’d hate to be a burden, and you’re so busy—”

“Nonsense. A loyal, caring woman like you deserves a husband who appreciates everything you have to offer.” Deftly, he maneuvered them so her backside was pressed against the operating table, caging her in and thwarting her escape. Their legs entangled, Baby 5 had no choice but to meet his piercing gaze as he absently flicked the cigarette’s ashes onto a small puddle of blood by her hand. “I may not always agree with him, but he was right to kill the worthless bastards you were so infatuated with. Hell, my only complaint is that he always got to them before I did.”

“What?”

“I mean, if killing every man on the planet is what it takes for you to notice me…”

Baby 5 blinked blankly, mind desperately trying to process what he’d just let slip. “Law, are you…?”

“Am I what, Baby-ya?” he teased, leaning forward as he took another drag, his hot breath mingling with the sweet smoke as it fanned over her lovely face.

“Are you…proposing?”

“What if I were? Would you blindly accept like you did Trebol’s?” Putting the cigarette down, he ran the very tips of his fingers over her exposed collarbone before resting his palm over her thundering heart. He was positive if he removed it, it would jump right out of his hand. “Are you so desperate that you’d accept the proposal of a man who’s cut you apart for fun?” Roughly, his other hand buried itself in her thick, jet black hair, yanking her head back and pulling her even closer until their lips lingered barely an inch apart. “So desperate you’d give yourself over to a man covered in blood, pressed against an operating table occupied by a half-dissected idiot?”

“Yes,” she replied with bated breath, hopeful eyes sparkling.

God, she was weak. Law could pin her down and fuck her on that table, do any number of depraved things to that luscious, untouched body and she wouldn’t even complain so long as he said he needed her. The thought was tempting, but he couldn’t risk Joker refusing their union because he couldn’t control his libido. The Heavenly Demon had to feel like the surgeon genuinely desired his approval—that he wasn’t trying to go behind his back and destroy his wretched “Family.”

“Then no, I’m not.” Despair crumpled her face, tears once more welling up at how easily he’d played with her emotions. Before they could fully fall, Law released her hair to cup her chin. “Mainly because my pride would never let me give such a half-assed proposal. When I ask you to marry me, I’ll have Doflamingo’s blessing, a ring, and it’ll be somewhere far more romantic than my laboratory.”

Jaw dropping, she stared at him in disbelief. “Y-you mean that?”

“Absolutely. I can’t stand the sight of your tears; if marriage is what it takes to make you happy, I’ll do everything I can to help.”

“Thank you, Law!” she cried, flinging her arms around his neck. “You really do care about me!”

He had to chuckle as he returned her embrace; he knew she’d readily agree, but her pure joy at just the prospect of marrying him stroked his inflated ego.

“I promise I’ll be the best wife you could ask for! I’ll clean your surgical equipment twice a day, launder your lab coats by hand, give you back rubs, make onigiri for dinner every night—whatever you need!”

A tiny smile pulled at his lips. All such sweet, innocent promises from a woman who was far more sheltered than one would ever imagine from an assassin for a family of criminals. Though, he’d definitely take her up on that last one.

“Just promise me you’ll be a loyal, dutiful wife, Baby-ya, and I’ll give you a marriage unlike anything you’ve ever imagined,” he whispered intimately, cradling her cheek. His hand was so big he could fit the whole side of her face in his palm. She turned her face to nuzzle it blissfully, causing his calloused thumb to brush over her plump bottom lip.

Gold eyes darkened at the sight of her red lips against the tattooed appendage. Unconsciously, he stroked it against the seam of her mouth, gently coaxing her to open up and let it slip into her soft, hot mouth. He gave a faint moan at the sensation of her silken lips wrapping around him, molten tongue curiously stroking the rough pad. Experimentally, he gave it a few shallow thrusts, and he nearly lost his damn mind when she responded with an instinctive suck.

“Good girl,” he whispered without thinking, and the way her pupils dilated with desire at his words forced him to pull away, lest he jump the gun and the eager maid before him.

“Is…is that the kind of idea my mouth gives you?” she asked, panting faintly, her pale cheeks flushed as she nibbled on her bottom lip.

“That’s one of the tamer ideas,” he rasped, retrieving the forgotten cigarette. It had almost burnt down to the filter, but there was just enough left for a few steadying puffs. “Once we’re married, you’ll get to experience every dirty thought I’ve ever had about you. Would you like that?” he asked, unable to help himself.

Her harsh swallow was audible in the taut silence of the lab. “Yes.”

The pleasant throb between his legs urged him to start the wedding night early, but besides the logical part of his brain telling him he needed to set things in motion with Doflamingo, it was coaxing him to wait; this wasn’t the time or place to indulge in such a delicious morsel. Baby 5 needed to be savored, like a gourmet meal he’d spent hours preparing, not swallowed down in one bite. Once she was officially his, he’d have plenty of time to mold her into his perfect concubine, subordinate, secret weapon, and tool.

Desire under control, he took her hand, pressing a chaste, gentlemanly kiss to her knuckles. “I’ll meet with Joker tonight; I’m sure I can convince him we’re a match made in heaven. But I need you to not to tell anyone about us until I formally propose, alright? I want everything to be perfect, and we can’t risk Joker finding out too early and thinking we didn’t value his approval.”

Black eyes sparkled as his careful choice of words. “I promise, darling!”

“Such a good girl,” he chuckled, admiring the way her cheeks instantly flushed at his praise. How…interesting.

As Baby 5 giddily skipped out the door, the click of her heels silenced by the door slamming shut behind her, Law turned to the man bound to his table staring at him with wide-eyed shock. He’d nearly forgotten they’d had an audience, and he’d have to make sure he was properly disposed of before meeting with Joker; he couldn’t let anyone spoil his plans before he even got to the good part, after all.

“Oh, don’t give me that look,” he said as he pressed the smoldering embers of the dying cigarette against his patient’s cheek, smirking as the accusing eyes watered in pain. A fresh pair of surgical gloves stretched over his long fingers, and as he selected his scalpel, he added, “Trust me—I’m still a better option than that fucking creep Trebol.”

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Chance Meetings: Morgan Rielly Chapter 2

Morgan Rielly Story

Chapter Two:

Word Count: 4.6k

September 2018

Two days was all it took for one blue eyed blond haired boy to take over my mind. No matter what I tried I couldn’t stop thinking about Morgan. This made me question why him? Why was I so captivated by someone I had one conversation with? Was it the way his blue eyes popped in the blue suit he was wearing? Or was it the way he interacted with his fans throughout the evening? These were the thoughts that had me staring at the ceiling as I lay in bed.

Man those blue eyes, they captivated me the minute he looked me in the eyes while I talked. It only took 10 minutes, ten minutes of talking to Morgan and having his undivided attention before he was pulled towards the stage to participate in a couple of games for the audience with his teammates for my heart to skip a beat.

10 minutes for my walls to start to crumble after I worked so hard to build them up. The intense connection that was formed in such a short period of time was what terrified me the most. It was like we were two strings being pulled together by some higher power. Even now I still couldn’t put into words the feelings I felt in that moment of meeting Morgan.

What scares me the most is that since Lucas I hadn’t even thought about another guy and now Morgan was all I could think about. Nevertheless if for some crazy reason he decided to pursue me I wouldn’t be able to put up much of a fight.

When I saw that he had added me on Instagram I couldn’t help the excited giggle that came out of my lips as all kinds of thoughts flew through my mind. What if he felt the same crazy connection I felt when we started talking? What if he was just being polite and being Morgan Rielly the PR version.

With Lucas, I felt like I was always fighting for his attention but with Morgan, for some crazy reason, it felt like he was giving me his undivided attention even if it was only for the ten minutes we spoke.

These feelings made me question everything, especially all the walls I have been slowly building up since Lucas. My dilemma is do I listen to my heart or my brain? My brain says one thing and my heart says another. On the one side, these feelings make me want to run away and hide so that I won’t get hurt again but my heart is pulling me towards getting to know Morgan.

My mothers' words echo through my thoughts “When you are ever questioning anything follow your gut! It will never lead you wrong.” I guess now the question is do I follow my gut, heart or brain?

I quickly climbed out of bed and opened the curtains, heading towards my walk-in closet to get dressed.

I could hear my phone vibrating on my bedside table from the bathroom. I grabbed the phone and saw that Katie had messaged me.

BitchesForLIIFFFE: The doctor prescribed us coffees for our hangovers haha. Will you please supply the goods??? We totally shouldn’t have drunk that much wine last night.

Katie, Dani and I had a girls night last night which resulted in us finishing 3 bottles of wine.

Hailey: Hahaha I’m not feeling wine hung over! But I will bring your prescription lol.

Hailey: Did you really have to change your name in my phone to that? LMAO

BitchesForLIIFFE: You love it and MMEE ;)

BitchesForLIIFFE: 10th floor first set of elevators in the lobby. Loooooove you.

I quickly finished getting ready and headed to the front door. The Greens had just arrived back at the house from a morning at the park so I quickly gave the children a big hug and cuddle before heading out the door. One thing you should know about me is that I love walking especially on sunny days. I continued walking until I found a Starbucks just down the road from sick kids.

I grabbed the coffees and made my way to the hospitals front doors. Katie told me that they were on the 10th floor and to take the first set of elevators in the lobby. Just as the doors of the elevator started to open I noticed a pair of blue eyes looking at me. Once they were fully open I was face to face with the guy who I couldn’t get out of my head for the past 48 hours. I smiled as I locked eyes with Morgan stepping into the elevator.

“Hailey. What are you doing here?”

“I’m not going to lie, I’m kind of shocked you remember my name. You met a lot of people that night” I added as I look towards Morgan

“How could I possibly forget the name of the girl who is so beautiful that she took my breath away?”

I couldn’t help but smile as I heard what Morgan had just said. Morgan scoffed “Oh god that was so cheesy... feel free to laugh.”

“You’re so cute...” I stuttered over my words as soon as I realized what I had just said. “I mean I think what you said is cute.”

“That hurts Hailey... I can’t believe you don’t think I’m cute.” Mo said flashing me his gorgeous smile as he laughed.

Feeling a new wave of confidence I stepped towards him and got on my tippy toes whispering into his ear “Well, that’s because I think you're not just cute but you’re also very hot.”

Stepping back you look into his eyes and you could see his cheeks turn light pink at what you had just said. “I’m actually delivering coffee for Katie and our friend Danni. They are nurses here actually on the Tenth floor.”

“Really that’s awesome, I’m hanging out with the children today. I think we are going to make cookies and slime.”

Ding ding the elevator interrupted the moment and we quickly separated like we were caught doing something you would only see on Greys Anatomy and walked out of the elevator.

Katie just happened to be sitting at the nursing station that was closest to the elevator and saw the two of you step out of the elevator. Of course, she sent you a wink and wiggled her eyebrows in a suggestive manner. Rolling my eyes I made my way over to her handing her the coffee.

Katie quickly stood up and grabbed my arm leading me to the nurses break room.

“Have fun in the elevator? It looked just like a scene from greys anatomy where they get caught making out.” Katie whispered into your ear as she gave you a hug.

“Nothing happened but I did kind of flirt with him,” I said as I looked down at the floor. I still couldn’t believe I did that.

“Dam Hails! Get that,” Katie said as she smacked my butt.

“You know that’s sexual assault,”

“Not with you it isn’t.... you’re my wife nothing will ever separate us,” she says sending me a wink as we both burst into a fit of giggles as you guys made your way to Katie’s break room.

“Well, what happens when you and I both get married… to guys?”

“Psh they will just have to get used to the fact that you’re my wife and nothing will ever separate us. The Meredith Grey to my Christina Yang,”

About 15 minutes later Katie’s break was over so I headed towards the elevator. As I was heading in the direction of the elevator Morgan came out of nowhere and grabbed my arm pulling me into his chest and whispering into my ear “please stay and save me from a couple of the nurses! They are slowly undressing me with their eyes.”

Laughing you whisper, “fine, I can be your knight and shining armor.”

“Thanks.” He whispered as he let go of me.

I couldn’t stop the feeling of dread that washed over me now that I was no longer in his strong arms.

He grabbed my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine walking me to the nurses' station to tell them that I was going to stay with and help.

Morgan put his hand on my back as he led me into the room they were baking and making slime with the children. Once their Morgan announced from the doorway

“I know I was supposed to help you bake the cookies but Hailey here should help make the cookies instead! I heard she is an excellent baker... I will just eat them”

A couple of the kids came running over to me and gave me a big hug. The one girl grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the kitchen area. I looked up and saw that Morgan had made his way to the slime-making Centre. Morgan looked up every once in a while and we locked eyes and he would send me a wink that made my heart skip a beat.

I walked over to the group of children who were standing in front of the cookie making section. “Hi everyone my name is Hailey.”

A little girl who must have been about Ella’s age walked up to me and gave me a big hug. I bent down to her level and she climbed into my arms whispering, “you’re really pretty.”

“Awe Thank you, Elsa.” I said giving her a squeeze.

She gasped “you know Elsa?”

“I love frozen! My favourite is Ana”

I could hear choruses of “I love Ana too” “Elsa’s my favourite” “I like warm hugs like Olaf.” From the corner of my eye, I saw that Morgan was looking at us with a big smile on his face.

I helped the children mix, pour, stir and knead the cookie dough before it went into the oven. I looked over to see how Morgan was doing at his station and I could help but laugh at the scene in front of me. Morgan had a blue smile all over his hands, arms and even some in his hair.

The little girl in the Elsa dress grabbed my hand and we walked over to Morgan.

“Do you need any help?” I asked as I reached up and pulled some neon blue slime out of his blonde hair.

“Haha, what gave it away?”

“Blue slime is a good look for you! It makes your eyes pop!” you stated as you started laughing.

Quickly I started helping the rest of the children with their slime until I heard the ding from the oven. I took out the cookies and placed them on a plate so that they would cool down in time for the children to eat.

One of the nurses went up to Morgan and asked if he would read the children a book before he had to go. He quickly agreed and sat down on the floor with the children and started reading the book ‘Where the Wild Things Are’

I couldn’t help but smile as I watched the way Morgan interacted with the children. You could tell that he really enjoyed spending time with the children. What impressed me the most was that he came on his off day, without anyone from the maple leafs organization. He wasn’t expecting credit for visiting a hospital for sick kids he just wanted to spend the day with the children.

Once Morgan finished the story the children came towards you for their cookie. Morgan followed closely behind and stuck his hand out for a plate. “I have to test the final product or I won’t believe what Katie said about you being the best baker.” Laughing you hand him a plate and he takes a big bite.

“Katie was right! That is an amazing cookie. It’s only missing some ice cream on time.” He whispers.

After saying good-bye to the children Morgan and Hailey made their way back to the elevators.

“Any chance I could get your number?” Morgan asked as he fiddled with his hands.

After a couple of seconds of thinking it over you reach your hand out and say “sure.”

Morgan quickly reaches into his back pocket for his phone and hands it to you.

You type in your number and hand it back to him. He then texts you so you have his number as well.

“Uhm would you like to come to Trinity Bellwoods Park with me?” He asked as he looked toward the floor for a second before looking up into my eyes.

“Sure, it’s a beautiful day out today.”

“Perfect,” Morgan says as he places his hand on your back as you both walk out of the hospital and towards the subway.

The subway was packed so we had to stand close together. We were talking about how much fun the children had this afternoon when the train stopped suddenly which caught you off guard and you flew into Morgan. He quickly caught you in his arms and set you back upright whispering in your ear “don’t worry I got you. I didn’t think it would be this easy to get you to fall for me!”

I could feel my cheeks turn bright red as he said those words. I quickly composed meself and said “I was just testing your reflexes for the season. We can’t have our star defenseman having slow reflexes can we?”

“I think you just wanted to be in my arms.” He answered back sending you a smirk that made his blue eyes shine.

Once we got to Osgoode station we walked down Queen Street until we got to Trinity Bellwoods Park. Morgan suggested that we get some tacos from a place across the street and eat them in the park.

We sat down on the grass and ate our tacos as we talked about Vancouver.

“So why did you go to Vancouver?” Asked Morgan before he took a big bite from his taco.

“They had the best program for the ECE degree in Canada. After I graduated I wanted to stay in Vancouver so I found a nanny job. Originally it was only a one year contract, but I’m still working for them today and it’s been 3 years.”

“Wow, that’s amazing. You must really love them if it’s been that long.”

“It’s not even a job because they are my second family”

“You must love your job as well?” I asked as I reached down to grab a drink from my water bottle.

“I love the hockey part, interacting with fans, and being able to accomplish my dreams. The business side of hockey though not so much.”

“When does the hockey season start for you guys?”

“Training camp starts this week for 4 days. Tomorrow we do the fitness testing and on Tuesday we head up to Niagara for practices, and scrimmage on the ice.”

“That sounds like a tiring couple of days,” I said as I got lost in his blue eyes.

“It’s tiring but worth it at the same time because it means the hockey season is about to start.”

“Nate the six-year-old I look after just made his rep team!” I said as I moved closer to Morgan to get a better view of the CN Tower in the distance. It looked beautiful with the trees in front of it.

“Really that’s awesome! If you can you should bring him to Niagara for a day so he can see practice and scrimmage.” Morgan said as he pulled the ‘move’

You know the one from cheaper by the dozen when Sarah goes on a date with Elliott and he puts his arm around her at the movie theater.

I couldn’t help but quietly giggle as I pictured the scene as Steve Martin and Eugene Levy get in the shoving match and Steve falls over the railing.

Morgan notices your quiet giggle “what?”

“Not that I don’t love your arm around me because I do, but you just pulled the move from cheaper by the dozen.”

Morgan burst into laughter, as he knew exactly what scene you were talking about.

“But about training camp, I will ask Jess but I can’t see it being a problem.”

“Perfect, just let me know.”

You nodded your head as you slowly leaned back into his chest so you could look at the CN tower as the sky slowly turned into night.

Pulling you close Morgan asked, “So tell me about your family?”

“I grew up about 45 minutes east of here in a small town. I lived with my mother, father, sister and German shepherd. They always encouraged us to find what we are passionate about and to pursue it no matter what. They were very supportive of me moving to Vancouver for 7 years.” I said smiling.

“What about you?” I added

“I grew up in North Vancouver with my mother, father, brother and my dog Maggie. I was drafted to the Moose Jaw Warriors in the WHL so I left home when I was a teenager. My family has always been very supportive of my dream and has done everything they could to help make it come true.”

We looked out towards the CN tower as the sun began to set. Today I had the opportunity to talk to Morgan more. After today I can see that he isn’t how I stereotyped him as. He is funny, charming, kind and very down to earth everything Lucas was not.

Looking down at your watch you see that it’s getting late and decide that you should probably head home even though you don’t want the night to end. Looking at Morgan I say, “ I should probably head home.”

We both stand up and Morgan pulls me into a long hug whispering “I really want to kiss you right now.”

I giggled as I said, “well I don’t kiss on the first date.” Slowly giving him a kiss on the cheek instead.

“When can I see you next?”

“How about when you come back from the training camp I will make you some cookies, just don’t tell your coach!”

“Mmmm sounds amazing! Can’t wait.”

Jess and Tom were watching TV in the living room when I got home.

“Come watch with us. We are watching survivor”

“Okay, just let me get changed into my pajamas.”

I quickly changed and joined them on the couch. While the show was on a commercial break, I started talking to Jess about Morgan.

I explained everything that had happened between the two of us and the feelings it is being up.

“Hails he sounds like a really good fit for you. You just need to follow what your heart and gut instinct is.”

“They are telling me that the connection between the two of us is undeniable”

“That’s your answer then. Continue to go on dates and see if there is something.” She said as she gave me a smile “who knows he might be the one!” She added as she sent a smirk my way.

You nodded your head as you leaned back further into the couch.

“I told Morgan about Nate playing hockey and making his rep team. He asked if I wanted to take him up to Niagara for the day to see training camp.”

“Wow, he’s really trying to impress you eh?” Stated Jess as she smiled at you.

“I’m sure Nate would love that. He can take the day off school and you can take my car to Niagara for the day. I will just work from home and watch Max and Ella.”

“Thanks, Jess, I’m sure Nate will enjoy a day with just the two of us.”

“What days is the training camp?”

“He does fitness testing tomorrow in Toronto then they are in Niagara from Tuesday to Thursday.”

“You guys can go on Wednesday!”

“Perfect I will text him now”

I looked down at my phone and saw that I already had a message from him.

Morgan: God you looked so beautiful tonight as the sun set behind you. I hope you got home safe.

Hailey: such a charmer.

Hailey: Talked to Jess and we are a go for Wednesday to come to see your training camp.

Morgan: Perfect! I will let security know so you can get passes to see me after it’s done for the day.

Morgan: try not to distract me while your there. I need to make the team haha

Hailey: As if you won’t make the team, haha but I will try really hard not to distract you.

I looked up from the phone as I hit send and I saw that Jess was just shaking her head at me and smiling.

“What?”

“You’re already smitten with him.”

I couldn’t help the blush that took over my face as I thought back to the date with Morgan. Maybe I was smitten?

I looked over at Tom and he was just shaking his head and muttered “girls” like we were crazy.

The show came back on and I was once again distracted by the show.

“Goodnight guys,” I said as I made my way back to my room.

The days seemed to fly by and it was already Wednesday. I got a bag ready for Nate and I and we headed to Niagara Falls for the maple leafs training camp.

I found an empty parking spot and quickly parked. Grabbing our bags and headed to where Morgan said to meet. When I got there I walked up to the ticket lady and told her my name. She quickly handed me two passes and told me that Morgan had left something for me. She quickly reached behind her a pulled out a blue drawstring leafs bag and handed it to Nate. We moved off to the side and Nate looked at me as if to ask if he can open it.

I nodded my head and Nate pulled out a children’s sized Reilly Jersey. He flipped out over and saw every player had signed it. Dam Morgan, I thought.

Nate quickly threw it on over his jacket and gave me a bone-crushing hug. I quickly hugged him back and we made our way to where everyone was heading to watch the practice. As we walked into where they were practicing a security guard walked over to where we were and nodded towards our passes. He walked us towards the glass and pointed to two seats. He whispered to me so that the people around us couldn’t hear

“Morgan told me that he wants your right at the glass so Nate can truly enjoy the day.”

I nodded and thanked the man as he made his way back to where he was originally.

We sat down in our seats and Nate asked if we could take a selfie to send to his parent. I handed him my phone and he took a couple of pictures of us.

He handed me back my phone just as the players started to step onto the ice. Morgan skated by us and gave me a smile and then got back to work.

Nate sat beside me enthralled in everything he was witnessing. He studied the defenseman worked on their drills, and he cheered when the players practiced their shoot out skills. Towards the end of the practice, the players started skating around and throwing pucks over the glass for the fans. Morgan stopped right in front of us as he nodded at me and smirked as he threw a puck over the glass for Nate. Nate quickly caught it and Morgan grabbed another puck and threw it to another fan.

Nate noticed that the little boy beside him was upset that he didn’t get a puck so he handed him his and said, “Here have this. I already have a signed jersey.”

I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face as I saw what Nate had done. I was extremely proud and I pulled him in for a big hug.

The whistle blew signaling that the practice was over. The players quickly filled off the ice one by one and made their way to the locker rooms.

The same guard that came up to me before the practice came up to me again and said: “Morgan wants to meet you guys in the hallways once he was done.”

The security guard led us to a hallway away from other fans. Nate stood beside me excitedly talking about his favourite things about the practice.

Not long after we arrived Morgan walked into the hallway.

“Hailey, Nate! How did you like the practice?”

Nate looked between the two of you before saying “it was amazing! I want to be a defenseman like you.”

Morgan walked up to Nate and gave him a big hi-five and said, “I’m sure you will be better than me.”

You couldn’t help the feeling in the bottom of your stomach that erupted it’s was like a million butterflies were dancing as you watched the way Morgan interacted with Nate.

Morgan looked towards you and pulled you in for a hug.

As Morgan kept his arm around you Nate looked between the two of you and asked, “Are you guys, boyfriend, and girlfriend?”

Morgan and I both looked at each other. I’m sure my face was turning bright red before Morgan answered, “no we aren’t but I wish she was.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as Nate answered for me “you need to impress her, she really likes flowers and chocolates.”

“Noted,” Morgan said as he sent me a wink.

“Let me take a photo of the two of you guys so I can send it to mom and dad Nate,” I said as I pulled out my phone and nodded my head to both of the boys.

I quickly took the picture and hit send.

Nate reached for my phone saying, “now I need to take one of you and your boyfriend Hails.”

Man, that guy was on a mission to embarrass me in front of Morgan.

Morgan winked at me and said, “Come on Hails your BF is waiting.”

I teasingly stuck my tongue out at him and walked towards him. He put his arm around me and Nate took the photo.

Nate walked over to us and showed us the picture. Morgan whispered in my ear “please send me that.” I nodded my head and I stepped away from Morgan.

Morgan looked at his Watch and said, “I have to go and sign some autographs for fans. I hope you had a good day Nate. Hailey text me when you guys get home.”

I nodded my head and Nate gave Morgan a big hug. We made our way out of the arena and headed back home to Toronto.

When we got home Nate couldn’t stop talking about our day. After all the children were in bed Jess pulled me aside and gave me a big hug “you made him so happy today Hails. Morgan knew one way to your heart was my children and he made sure to make an impression on both you and Nate.”

I nodded my head and showed her the picture of Morgan and me that Nate took.

“Wow Hails, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so happy in a photo before.”

I nodded my head “ he is really making an impression on me and is making my walls to start to come down.”

I got ready for bed and sent Morgan a text

Hailey: thank you for everything you did for Nate and I. It’s all Nate is talking about.

Morgan quickly replied

Morgan: If you can’t tell I’m really trying to impress you.

Hailey: you’re doing a good job because it’s working.

Morgan: Goodnight beautiful. I hope you dream of me ;)

Hailey: Goodnight superstar. I hope you don’t dream of me because I can’t distract you remember.

Morgan: haha too late for that.

#morgan rielly #morgan rielly fanfiction #morgan rielly imagines #nhl imagines #nhlfanfiction

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From Botched Restoration to Selfie Destruction: 5 of the Worst Art Fails

#art news #very silly #art history #theft #vandalism #art fails #ecce homo #art heist #fails #don't touch the art

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noona-la-la-la · 7 years

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(1) Hi I'm the anon with the vanilla bf and thank you so much for the time you took to answer my message! I do often tell him what I want with no avail which is the most frustrating part but similarly, he has tried these things months later as well. We had a pretty intense discussion the other night about it and I think for him it's partly a confidence issue as he thinks I take a lot more too be satisfied since I have a higher sex drive so he take's himself out of the game from the start.

(2) I try to be as encouraging as I can be but I can’t help that sometimes I’m just a bit greedy. Sex is a hobby to me, hence why I read smut and enjoy educating myself, however it seems that to him and a few guys I know that sex is just something that you do and once they cum it’s all over. The bf is trying hard but I still think he see’s it as a chore so do you have any ideas to get him more into sex as a concept rather than just an act? (i didn’t mean to ask another question it just came out)

What you are experiencing is more common than I think anyone likes to admit. This is a generalization, but I think enough people experience it that it needs to be discussed. Men and women are raised to believe that sex belongs to men, this holds true for many if not most cultures. The penis is supreme, sex is about penetration, the main goal is for the man to orgasm and after he orgasms, sex is over. That message is embedded into our lives in a million different ways, although porn is one of the biggest culprits – and fan fics aren’t often any better. The details of female anatomy, sexuality, and female pleasure are not discussed and information requires real effort to seek it out. It’s no wonder that men have no clue what to do with a woman in real life. Based on some of the questions I receive, it’s apparent that many women don’t know what to do with their bodies either.

I COULD PROBABLY WRITE A BOOK ON THIS! SOMEONE ELSE PROBABLY ALREADY HAS! PUTTING THE REST UNDER THE CUT:

Men and women are also being raised to believe that the man takes the lead in sex, he judges himself and believes others will judge him based on his sexual prowess. There’s a reason why so many smut fics are male dom oriented – people truly believe that men are supposed to be in control in the bedroom, they are supposed to know everything and be the one’s responsible for pleasure. So what happens when a woman turns to her male partner and tells him, I’d enjoy sex more if you did ‘x’? What he often hears is “you’re failing in your role as the man in the relationship”, which then leads to defensiveness or resistance to change as a knee-jerk response.

This is a simplification of course (there’s this whole other layer of beliefs and messaging about women not liking sex and female orgasms are optional and other bullshit). And like I said earlier, a generalization. At the individual relationship level – things vary based on the individuals involved. You say that he’s trying, which means he wants to be the guy who sexually pleases you, but according to your own description of things, he’s lacking confidence and kind of psyching himself out. I don’t know him, I don’t know you. I don’t know what exactly it is that you want him to do that he’s having a hard time doing. All I can do is provide a couple suggestions. First is to try to build his confidence by praising him for all the things he does well, stroking his ego, making him feel sexy, etc. Second, have you tried taking control and showing him by example what you want? Not to do it as a “I want to show you how you should be doing things” way – but as a “To spice things up, how about you just lay back and enjoy while I take charge” way. Or maybe an exchange, I’m in control tonight and you do whatever I say in bed and tomorrow you are in control and I do whatever you say (setting limits and safewords or whatever else is necessary to make sure things don’t go too far for either of you). Thirdly, I guess you can try to get him to open up and express what really bothers him or what he’s thinking that’s causing him to lose confidence. If you can get him to be really really honest, and this is hard to do, you should be open minded to hear whatever it is he has to say. The few times I’ve gotten guys to really open up on what bothers them during sex, I’ve been shocked by the answers and never would have guessed it on my own.

That said, here’s the most critical piece of advice that I can offer you: you can’t make people change. If he’s interested in working through this with you… great! If he isn’t interested or can’t do it at a pace that makes you happy, then you have to make some decisions. It’s not so much about figuring out how to get him to do what you want, it’s about you figuring out what you can or can’t accept and then making your own choices about next steps. The only person who you can control is yourself, so that’s probably the best place to put your energy.

#TLDR: you can't make people change #you have to decide what your own limits are #advice and opinions

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Full name Lorena E Abreu Zodiac sign Scorpio 3 Fears Spiders, roaches, not having a family of my own, loving my mom, brother, & cousin 3 things I love My mom, my brother, my cousin 4 turns ons Neck, lip bitting, dirty talk, aggressive (not intense shit) 4 turns offs Way too aggressive, bad personality / attitude, bad breathe My best friend My cousin; not sure if the other person is still my best friend since she's barely speaking to me lmao so yeah Sexual orientation Lesbian My best first date Honestly roof top, movies, & going on a walk... nothing special about that but I really liked the person so yeah How tall am I 5' What do I miss Nothing What time were I born 6pm Favourite colour Black, pink, purple, green Do I have a crush Not anymore Favourite quote Don't have one Favourite place Beach Favourite food Italian + Chinese Do I use sarcasm 100% of the time What am I listening to right now Nothing First thing I notice in new person Lips & vibes Shoe size 7 1/2 or 8 depends on the shoe Eye colour Brown Hair colour Blonde Favourite style of clothing ? Ever done a prank call? Long time ago What colour of underwear I’m wearing now? Brown Meaning behind my URL None Favourite movie Too many Favourite song Don't have one Favourite band Don't have one How I feel right now I don't feel anything... Someone I love My mother My current relationship status Single My relationship with my parents My mom and I get along pretty great 50% of the time. No relationship with the sperm donor Favourite holiday Christmas & Halloween Tattoos and piercings? 2 tattoos & 8 piercings Tattoos and piercing i want Lip, tragus (or however you spell that) The reason I joined Tumblr It was popular back then and I wanted to see what the hype was about Do I and my last ex hate each other? I don't hate anyone Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts? Sometimes Have I ever kissed the last person you texted? Nope When did I last hold hands? Who knows? How long does it take me to get ready in the morning? Depends on what I'm doing that day... Have I shaved your legs in the past three days? Nope Where am I right now? My bed If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me? My cousin Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level? Loud Do I live with my Mom and Dad? Mom Am I excited for anything? New job Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to? Cousin How often do I wear a fake smile? Lmao! I don't take my smiles When was the last time I hugged someone? Honestly I can't even remember What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me? I don't care Is there anyone I trust even though I should not? Nope What is something I disliked about today? I haven't even gone to sleep so my day hasn't started. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be? Angelina Jolie What do I think about most? Working out lately What’s my strangest talent? don't think I have one Do I have any strange phobias? I'm claustrophobic but I don't think that's weird Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it? Behind What was the last lie I told? Shit.... I don't know? I honestly stopped caring about what people think or say anymore so there really isn't any reason to lie Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online? I don't like either but it depends who I'm speaking to Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens? I say yes to both just because I don't want to ever see a ghost soooo I rather avoid that lmao Do I believe in magic? Eh Do I believe in luck? Yes What’s the weather like right now? Don't know What was the last book I’ve read? One on my phone but can't recall the name Do I like the smell of gasoline? I used to Do I have any nicknames? Depends on the person but some ella What was the worst injury I’ve ever had? Never had anything extremely bad happen to me even though it wasn't for lack of trying lmao! When I was younger I always wanted to have a cast but never broke anything... mainly bruises 🙄 Do I spend money or save it? Shit 😂 spend like I ain't got no common sense but not anymore Can I touch my nose with a tongue? Nope, small tongue probs Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me? Yup Favourite animal? Tigers & lions! + dogs & cats lmao What was I doing last night at 12 AM? Watching friends What do I think is Satan’s last name is? What the fuck kind of question is this? What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it? Too many How can you win my heart? You can't What would I want to be written on my tombstone? Never thought about it What is my favourite word Fuck, cunt My top 5 blogs on tumblr I don't know anyone's tumblr If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say? Nothing... I can't speak in front of people Do I have any relatives in jail? Yes I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power? Time travel- fly What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on? - What is my current desktop picture? An elephant Had sex? Lmao! I don't even remember what sex is 😩 Bought condoms? I don't need condoms Gotten pregnant? - Failed a class? Yes Kissed a boy? Yes Kissed a girl? Yes Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain? Yes Had job? Duh Left the house without my wallet? Yup Bullied someone on the internet? Nope Had sex in public? Yup Played on a sports team? Nope Smoked weed? Yes Did drugs? ^ Smoked cigarettes? Yes Drank alcohol? Yes Am I a vegetarian/vegan? Transitioning to vegan Been overweight? Yes Been underweight? No Been to a wedding? When I was younger Been on the computer for 5 hours straight? Yes Watched TV for 5 hours straight? Watched Netflix Been outside my home country? Yes Gotten my heart broken? Yup Been to a professional sports game? I went to a heat game years and years and years ago Broken a bone? Nope Cut myself? Yes Been to prom? Yes Been in airplane? Yes Fly by helicopter? Fuck no What concerts have I been to? Rbd, aventura w/ Enrique iglesias, Nicki Minaj Had a crush on someone of the same sex? Yes Learned another language? Spanish & English Wore make up? Yup Lost my virginity before I was 18? Yes Had oral sex? Who hasn't? Dyed my hair? Yes Voted in a presidential election? Yes Rode in an ambulance? Yes Had a surgery? No Met someone famous? Yes Stalked someone on a social network? Nope Peed outside? Yes Been fishing? Yes Helped with charity? No Been rejected by a crush? Lmaooo Broken a mirror? Nope What do I want for birthday? To not be in miami! How many kids do I want and what will be their names? 2 kids - Was I named after anyone? Not that I know of Do I like my handwriting? Yes & so does everyone else 😛 What was my favourite toy as a child? Barbies, Pokémon, Bratz Favourite Tv Show? Scandal, Orphan Black, The L Word, The Real L Word, old episodes of Greys Anatomy, Friends, Supergirl Where do I want to live when older? Cali Play any musical instrument? Nope One of my scars, how did I get it? I don't have any scars sadly Favourite pizza toping? Cheese, pineapple Am I afraid of the dark? Only if I've watched a scary movie then yes! Am I afraid of heights? If I'm on a roller coaster yes Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad? Nope Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end? Yes What I’m really bad at Talking about feelings / opening up What my greatest achievements are Graduating high school & aa. Next BA The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me Can't recall What I’d do if I won in a lottery Buy my mom a huge house, cars, and get the fuck out of FL What do I like about myself Eh My closest Tumblr friend Lmao don't have one? Something I fantasise about my ex I don't care about him so there's nothing to fantasize about...

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