#sorry. i don't know when i'll be back next

[buddysblogs123]

TEEN READER X ARSENAL

Found Family

You stood infront of your mirror getting ready, wearing a pair of denim jeans and a cute cropped shirt as you put on light make up. You hear the door knock as you rush to grab your things and open it.

"well don't you look cute" beth squeals as she wraps you up into a hug.

"thanks beffy" you say with a laugh as you let go to hug viv"

"you ready to go kid" she says as you shut and lock your door.

"yep"

The drive only took around 10 minutes and before you knew it you arrived at a busy restaurant. Walking inside you instantly spotted the reserved table with your teammates. Once they see you they all start catcalling and cheering about your arrival.

"The kids here!" you hear katie yell as you give a little spin and a bow making them erupt in laughter.

"Well don't you scrub up nice" steph says as you take a seat between her and alessia.

"looking cute tonight y/n" alessia says as she gives you a side hug.

"thanks lessi" you smile back, opening the menu.

A drink was placed infront of you by leah who gave you a pointed look.

"it's soda" she says sternly, making you roll your eyes playfully. The rest of the team laugh as you were still under the age limit to drink.

"have you guys ordered?" you ask, skimming through the menu before putting it down.

"Not yet, what are you thinking of getting?" caitlin asks you from where she sat next to katie.

"Probably a salad" you reply with a shrug, earning a few concerned glances from the girls. Before they could ask any questions the waiter had come to the table taking orders.

"You been keeping up with your schoolwork y/n?" viv asks you after the waiter had left.

"yeah, just focusing on one project at the moment" you say hesitantly.

"Yeah your english right?" katie asks with a smile.

"er yeah something like that" you murmer.

It wasn't exactly english you were focusing on, it was music. From a young age it was something you had grown up loving. Learning to play any instruments you could get your hands on and writing songs about whatever. You kept to yourself about it, not wanting any attention to be drawn towards you. But when the opportunity to form a band came up when you met a few boys at your school you knew you had to take it. It was like a secret side hustle at this point. You played lead guitar and vocals while your friends Jacob, Alex and harry played drums, acoustic guitar and keyboard. You always told the girls you were going to friends houses to study but instead you were writing songs and having band practices.

You were interrupted by your thoughts as your food was brought out. Slowly eating your salad you felt your teammates eyes on you You listened to the band playing in the background, not registering when the next band was called on stage as you tuned in to the conversations around you.

"er, hi sorry" you heard a familiar male voice say, causing you to spit out your drink and look up. The girls give you a look of amusement as you cough and wipe your mouth.

"like something you see" steph whispers into your ear playfully. You hit her shoulder softly, sending her a quick glare before looking back up to the boy.

"what can we do for you? Do you want a photo?" Katie asks nicely but a tad bit confused.

"um no sorry, i just need to speak to y/n" he reply's kindly, sending you a quick look. The girls are suddenly surprised before they look at your alarmed expression.

"¿qué pasa?" you ask him, ignoring your teammates shocked expressions at the change of language. that they didn't even know you spoke.

"¿puedo hablar contigo en privado?" he reply's desperately, nodding to a direction away from your team mates.

"i'll be back in a minute" you say with a quick smile, getting up from your seat and walking with your friend Alex.

The girls stood their stunned for a minute before erupting in conversation with one another.

"what was that? who is he? how to they know eachother?" beth says quickly.

"Secret boyfriend maybe?" Kyra says confused.

"No she would've told me if she had a boyfriend" Alessia says confused.

"did anyone know that she spoke spanish" leah questioned looking over towards where you were talking to the unknown boy. She was met with an array of no's as the rest of the girls looked over towards you.

"friend from school maybe?" Caitlin questions.

"Study buddy?" Katie follows up raising her eyebrows in a suggestive manner and a cheeky smile.

"if i knew she spent all her time studying with a boy a would've said no" steph yelled with a horrified expression, causing some of the girls to chuckle quietly.

"i wonder what their talking about" viv speaks up, keeping a protective eye on you.

"y/n i'm so sorry, please, just this once, it means a lot" Alex pleads.

You weigh up your options. This could be your first real gig with your band, something you were all looking forward to, being able to share songs you had written infront of a large audience. Or you could expose your secret to your teammates and potentially get a talking to.

"yeah, yeah okay" you say with a small smile, Alex jumps into your arms and hugs you tightly.

"your the fucken best, the boys are setting their stuff up now, we were thinking of playing the song we wrote together and then you could sing 'lunch'?" he asks the last bit hesitantly.

You froze a bit, that song was something you wrote as a piss take, the boys the only ones knowing about your sexuality. But if singing this song infront of your teammates was going to be easier then coming out face to face then yeah, you'd do it. It's not like you're scared for their reactions or anything. It's not dirty at all.

"shit yeah okay, just let me get my notebook and pick" you say quickly.

"we'll meet you on stage" he says quickly. He take a deep breath before walking back to your table.

"what was that y/n?" kyra questions with a cheeky grin. All the girls look at you expectantly for an answer.

"ahah sorry i just need to do something quickly" you say nervously, walking towards where you were sitting. You quickly grab your bag and pull out an old notebook, flicking through the pages and finding the right song. You shove it between your arm before digging around for your guitar pick.

The girls watch in confusion as you put you bag down and take a big sip of your drink.

"wait where are you going?" leah asks sternly as you go to leave.

"um you know my english project right? So that doesn't exist" you say calmly. The girls give you confused and angry looks before you start speaking again.

"Before you get mad at me, the project is still school related and somewhat still involves english i guess" it wasn't exactly a lie.

"But you'll find out what it really is in a minute" you say pointing your finger at them.

They go to ask more questions but you quickly rush off. They watch as you walk up the steps and onto the stage, noticing how there were 2 other boys up there talking in a group.

"More study buddy boyfriends?" steph asks out loud in disbelief.

"what is this child doing" katie says confused.

"What's up everybody!" Jacob, your drummer yells into the microphone. The whole restaurant starts cheering as the group of people infront of the stage start cheering.

"we're 'Bulletproof disaster' and we're going to play a few songs for you tonight" he continues to say, you cringe silently at the choice of band name. It was a group vote that you had lost. but still has meaning. All four of you came up with that name as you've all been through some shit but are still mentally strong. So the name fits.

The crowd starts cheering as you sling your electric guitar over your neck and walk up the the microphone as Alex, Harry and Jacob all prepare their instruments.

"hi everyone" you say nervously as some people cheer, you look over to your teammates table and look at all their shocked expressions.

"This is a song we wrote together called 'Touch back down' (ocean ally), and er, i hope you enjoy" you say as the crowd starts to cheer.

You clear your throat before Jacob counts you all in, you play your guitar robotically, hitting the right notes before you start singing.

Over at your table the girls watch in shock and awe, seeing their team baby on stage and only now hearing how good your voice was.

"I did not see that coming" Alessia murmurs over the noise.

"what the fuck!" katie yells.

Soon enough your teammates are out of their seats and conversing with the crowd, making it up to the front row.

"oh, soon, Won't be long until we touch back down

i just want to touch back down"

You all sing together as the crowd cheer and match your energy, you don't even notice that your teammates were in the front row. To involved in singing and making sure you play your chords right.

You start playing your electric guitar riff as you sing and walk around the stage to each of your band members so caught up in the music. As the song comes to an end your ears start to ring due to the loud cheers from the room.

you laugh and look at your friends as you all look at each other with proud and ecstatic expressions. You see alex give you a small nod and smile causing you to let out a shaky breath and put your guitar down.

You face the crowd again, still not noticing your teammates at the front, your to caught up in the moment and energy from your last song.

"now this songs going to be a bit different" you say with confidence causing the audience to cheer and whistle.

"this is a song i wrote called 'Lunch' (Billie mf Eilish) so if theirs any kids around, block your ears" you say with a laugh looking at harry who points at you.

You start to set up but you were interrupted from a loud shout from the crowd.

"You're so hot!" You hear a feminine voice yell, causing you to laugh into the microphone.

"thanks baby" you say back seductively, taking a sip of water before clearing your throat.

"Kids block your ears?!" leah yells to the group of arsenal girls.

"i'm not prepared for this" steph yells to them, grabbing onto caitlin's arm tightly.

A loud beat starts playing as you bop around on stage. Being more confident with the song and not even thinking about anyone's reactions.

"I could eat that girl for lunch, yeah she dances on my tounge, tastes like she might be the one"

You sing softly.

Your teammates expression change from confused to suprise at the first lyrics. I mean who could blame them. This is the first time hearing about you liking a girl, well girls, and it's shocking the way you're singing about it.

"And i could ever get enough, i could buy her so much stuff, it's a craving not a crush, huh"

You sing softly before jumping a bit to the change in beat. The whole crowd starts cheering and bopping to the song as you start moving around the stage.

You continue to sing and dance around the stage, paying no care as you start interacting with the crowd.

"i'll run a shower for you like you want, Clothes on the counter for you, try em on, if i'm allowed, i'll help you take them off"

You sing in a different tone than before, showing off more of your raw vocals. The crowd goes crazy as you sing at the edge of the stage, interacting with more of the crowd as the boys play the music behind you.

As the song comes to an end your left breathless in the middle of the stage, the audience continues to cheer as you turn around and start hugging the boys.

"You're insane" they yell over the loud cheers, you continue to laugh before turning back to the microphone confidently.

"so that's me coming out i guess" you laugh into the microphone.

"Thanks for listening, we're 'Bulletproof disaster'" you say with a wide smile as you and your band exit the stage.

Your teammates make their way back to the table, all sitting in stunned silence for a few minutes before Kyra speaks up.

"soooo"

"what the fuck! I didn't know she could sing like that!" Beth yells dramatically.

"She's gay?!" Katie yells with a proud smile.

"Alessia did you know?" Leah asks confused

"no she never told me" alessia says somewhat hurt. You were one of her best friends and yet you were keeping this massive secret from her.

Before they could keep talking about you, you walked back up to the table, sitting in you seat and and putting your stuff back in your bag. You take a sip of your drink silently, mentally preparing yourself for the questions and scolding's.

"So training tomorrow, do you think jonas will make us run heaps of laps again or just light work?" You speak up calmly as if nothing just happened, you look up from your drink to all of your teammates stunned expressions.

"Y/n M/n L/n what the fuck was that?!" steph was the first to question, making you shrink in your seat a bit.

"soooo was that a yes or a no?" you say with a scared smile.

"come on we're going back to yours so you can explain what the hell that was" Leah says already packing up her stuff.

Soon enough you were all lounged around in your living room. You sat on your couch wrapped up in your blankets with your teammates all around you.

"go on, ask your questions" you sigh, shrinking into the couch. All of the girls start yelling at the same time.

"One at a time please" you say, suddenly feeling overwhelmed and not liking the attention. Leah notices your discomfort as she silences the group of girls.

"So your school project obviously wasn't english?" viv speaks up first.

"no, it's music" you mumble

"why didn't you tell us?" beth asks causing you to shrug.

"didn't feel the need to, it's not that big of a deal" You reply.

"Y/n you just sung original songs you wrote, infront of a massive crowd, it's a big deal" Kyra speaks up softly, you look at her with a small smile before looking back down at your hands.

"And those boys? there not your study buddy boyfriends?" steph asks sternly, causing you to look up confused.

"Did you not listen to my last song or do i need to sing it again?" you ask generally.

"No please no" she answers shaking her head, causing a few of the girls to chuckle.

"so your into girls?" caitlin asks hesitantly.

"yeah" you whisper quietly while nodding your head.

"why didn't you tell us Y/n/n?" Alessia asks hurt, you make eye contact and notice her expression.

"It was easier to come out with a song then face to face" you say ashamed. If you maned up and just told the girls personally then they wouldn't be as hurt as what they were. Well that's what you thought, they all understood that everyone has different ways of coming out and coping with a change like that.

"You know we would never judge you if you did come out to us personally, right y/n?" kyra speaks up softly. There's a moment of silence, the girls hearts sink at the thought of you not being able to tell them something big like this with the thought of them judging you for it.

"y-yeah i know, it's just hard to tell people when i've spent my whole life being told that i shouldn't feel this way" you say quietly, fiddling with your rings as you start to tear up.

"what do you mean?" Katie asks gently, the girls all confused at this new piece of information.

"erm, my parents are homophobic, like really badly" you say unsteadily causing the girls hearts to break.

"They know now obviously, that's why i live by myself, but it's still hard to tell people without thinking they'll leave me because of it" you say the last bit quietly, you feel a dip in the space next to you and a pair of arms wrap around you.

You melt alessia's arms as she holds you tightly, you feel tears rolling down your cheeks as you lean into her more, quickly wiping away your tears.

"We're not leaving you anytime soon y/n/n, we love you no matter what" she whispers as she leans her chin on the top of you head, looking at the girls with a heart broken expression.

It only now registered in their heads, why you live alone. Your parents kicked you out and you've had to live by yourself after your parents disowned you because of the gender you liked. None of them could imagine what you've had to go through nor how you were feeling.

"It's okay to like girls y/n, everyone has different ways of coming out, and yeah it's not always easy, but you have this massive support group right behind you and we'll be here with you through whatever your going through. Because every single one of us are your family, and we're not going to leave you like your parents did, okay?" kyra says gently as she kneels infront of you and holds her hands in yours. Your teammates around you start tear up as kyra speaks maturely for once.

"jesus kyra, why is the one thing you ever say that's not annoying, the reason i cry" you say vulnerably with a broken laugh as you squeeze her hands tighter. A few girls around you chuckle sadly as kyra moves to sit next to you.

"I can be mature sometimes" she whispers, kissing you on the head.

Before anyone could say anything else you phone starts ringing, you reach into your pocket and pull it out. Clearing the lump your throat you answer the phone and put it up to your ear.

"Y/N YOUR SONGS BLOWING UP, ITS ALL OVER THE INTERNET?!" The boys all yell at once down the phone, making you wince slightly. No doubt all your teammates in the room heard it.

"oh really" you say back calmly, as if you weren't just about to break down not even a minute ago.

"we're so proud of you y/n" You hear Harry talk down the phone.

"thanks guys, i was only able to do that because of yous, you know that right?" you say generally. From what they could hear the girls knew you were obviously close with these boys.

"oh and um, some manager came up to us after you left, wanted to hear more of our songs, well yours especially" Jacob speaks up, perking your interest as you sit up a bit, the girls looking at you intrigued as they couldn't hear what your friends were saying anymore.

"oh, er what did you tell them?" you ask confused.

"we told them that we had to talk to you before making any decisions, he said to call him in a week once we've decided" Alex speaks softly.

"we understand if you need more time to think about it" he continues to say.

"yeah no, i'll call you back tomorrow and we'll talk about it, i'm not in the right head space right now" you say quietly, tapping your fingers on your thigh.

"yeah that's fine, is everything alright?" they ask concerned.

"yeah yeah, everything's fine, um" you say hesitantly, glancing up at the girls for a second before you continue talking.

"just um, just another episode but i'll be okay" you say quietly not totally sure.

The girls glance at each other confused, just how long have you been feeling like this?

"oh y/n/n, we're here if you need okay, are you with anyone right now?" they ask concerned.

"y-yeah im with a few of my teammates" you say with the smallest smile.

"okay, okay good, we'll talk tomorrow, we love you"

"love you too" you whisper before hanging up. You stare at your phone screen for a few seconds before powering it off and putting it down.

There's a few moments of silence before katie speaks up.

"has this happened before?" she asks uncertainty, referring to the 'episode' you mentioned.

"oh um yeah i guess" you murmer, leaning back into kyra and alessia as they hug you tighter.

"The boys normally help me out with it, make sure i'm still eating and looking after myself, stuff like that" you say quietly, you feel alessias grip on you tighten, knowing she had eating problems at your age aswell.

Alessia suddenly stands up, you look at her with a concerned expression.

"sorry i just need a minute" her voice breaks as she speaks, turning around and heading towards the kitchen.

"it's fine y/n, i'll go talk to her" leah says as she gets up and follows alessia after seeing the scared expression on her face.

Leah walks into the kitchen to see alessia on the floor leaning against the cupboard with her knees tucked in.  Silently she sits next to her, noticing the tears in her eyes.

"How didn't i notice, i'm her best friend lee" Alessia cry's

"None of us noticed less, don't put the blame on yourself" leah reply's softly, putting an arm over her.

"we just have to be there for her, make sure she's okay" leah continues to speak softly.

"y-yeah of course, it's just" alessia stops herself

"just what less"

"she's like my little sister, it hurts seeing her this upset" alessia whispers as she leans into leah's side.

"yeah i know, it hurts us all seeing her this upset, but she needs us like we need her" leah reply's softly, feeling alessia nod against her.

"come on, let's get the kid to bed, how about you sleep with her tonight, it'll make you both feel better"

"yeah okay" alessia reply's softly, wiping her tears as they both get up and walk back into the living room.

"come one love, let's go to bed yeah?" alessia says softly as she's now standing infront of you. You look up to her as she grabs your hand and pulls you off the couch.

"are you staying?" you whisper to her vulnerability, causing all the girls hearts to break even more.

"yeah i'll sleep with you tonight, is that okay?" alessia asks back unsurely causing you to nod before you turn to your other teammates.

One by one you give them a hug as they whisper sweet words into your ears. You hug kyra last, tightly wrapping your arms around her.

"thanks for what you said kyra, it means a lot" you whisper into the crook of her neck.

"what i said was true y/n, we love you, now go get some sleep okay" she says back hugging you tighter, you kiss her on the cheek softly before filling alessia back to your room.

Steph comes up to kyra and wraps her in a hug, feeling the younger girl melt into her tough.

"i'm proud of you Kyra, what you said meant more than you know" she said quietly, feeling kyra nod her head.

Back in your room you had changed slowly into your pajamas, giving lessi a pair of your clothes before climbing in bed and making room for her. Alessia gently slides in next to you, wrapping her arms around you protectively as you lay your head on her chest.

"i hope you know how proud of you i am, it's a big thing to open up like that" she whispers quietly, kissing your head softly.

"Thanks lessi, i love you" you murmer quietly before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Tomorrows talks were something you weren't looking the most forward to, but knowing you had a found family by your side made it a lot more easier.

#woso community #woso x reader #arsenal #matildas #alessia russo #kyra cooney cross #leah williamson #steph catley #lunch

[ariesangelxo]

mornings - part two

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI

cw: more angst, still no comfort (i promise it’s coming in the next part), heartbreak, one mention of panic attacks, prescription benzo use, recreational coke use, drinking, arguing, mention of a gun and a gunshot at the end, not proofread lol

an: thank u all SO SO much for all of the love on part one !!! i am blown away and in awe. there also will be a part three for sure <3

the past twenty-six days had not been kind to you. your mornings were spent rotting away in bed until your mom would force you to get up, her expression of concern always made you feel even worse. your days weren’t much better, you forced yourself to detach from your heart and numb your emotions. it was the only way you knew how to keep going. you put on a mask during the day with your parents, giving them occasional smiles and laughs that weren’t the kind that warmed their hearts. they knew you weren’t okay, but they also knew they couldn’t force you to talk about it or you’d shut down completely. your nights consisted of taking a benzodiazepine in order to fall asleep, you couldn’t sleep without them. you tried, it only led to intense panic attacks and hysterical sobs that made your mother’s heart break in front of you.

this morning had been a bit different. you were awakened when you felt a weight in your bed, and in the haze of waking up you initially thought it was rafe. you shot up the moment you remembered everything, eyes widening and heart racing, but you looked over to see sarah in your bed. "oh my god, sarah you scared the hell out of me!" you exclaimed, holding a hand over your chest.

she let out a giggle, "i'm sorry, your mom let me in. i miss you," her tone was gentle. you had become very close with sarah during your relationship with rafe. being over at the cameron's house so often led to a beautiful friendship forming between the two of you. she was like a sister to you, something you cherished deeply as you didn't grow up with a sister.

you felt a pang of guilt in your chest at her words. you knew she missed you, she'd messaged you every single day since your break up without fail, even if you didn't always text back. you had seen her a couple times, but when she asked about what happened, you told her you weren't ready to talk about it. sarah was incredibly understanding, knowing how much you loved her brother and not wanting to push you too far.

"i miss you too, sar. i'm sorry i've been such a shit friend lately." you responded to her. you gave her a small smile, curling up next to her as she sat against your headboard.

"it's okay, i know you're not doing great with everything going on right now," she trailed off with a sad smile, "but, you're going out with me tonight!" she became animated as she spoke.

you didn't have it in your heart to deny her, not when she looked at you like you were the most important person in her world. "you know i can't say no to you. where are we going?" you asked curiously.

"there's going to be a huge party at the boneyard, and you're coming with me. no ifs, ands, or buts." she giggled out, "i need to get you out of your room, you're rotting away in here, babe."

"god, you sound just like my mother," you teased back. "i'll go though, i miss you more than you know. i even miss the pogues a bit." you both laughed, referencing her newer relationship with john b.

you couldn't prevent your curiosity from getting the better of you, "how- how has he been?"

sarah bit her lip, debating internally how much to tell you. "he's been... not great. i don't see him much when i'm home, he's usually in his room with the door shut. he's been a lot more moody too, snapping at literally everyone in the house. it probably didn't help that i told him he's an idiot and he fucked up the best thing to ever happen to him."

you couldn't suppress the laugh that slipped through your lips or the slight satisfaction you felt knowing that you weren't the only one struggling. "i love you sar. thank you." you leaned over, giving her a hug.

"i love you too. now get your ass up and shower. we're getting you a new outfit for the party."

you spent the next few hours strolling through the streets of figure eight with sarah. your arms held multiple shopping bags, filled with clothes she insisted you needed for tonight. you were incredibly grateful that she had forced you out of bed, you actually felt human for the first time since everything happened.

you found yourself in a small cafe, giggling as sarah told you a story from one of her drunken adventures with the pogues.

“you know… you should talk to jj tonight. i know he thinks you’re hot.” sarah gave you a mischievous smile as she wiggled her brows.

“funny,” you rolled your eyes playfully at her, “but it’s way too soon for me to get into anything with anybody right now.”

“i didn’t mean start dating him, i just think you would have fun together.”

“i just- i don’t know, sar. i’ve been such a wreck these past few weeks… can i tell you what happened?” you looked up from your fingers to meet her eyes, now widened with shock.

“yeah, of course you can. but don’t feel like you have to if you don’t want to.”

you were grateful for her support, going into your explanation of how the last couple months of your relationship, rafe’s behavior changed drastically. sarah hung on to your every word, needing to know exactly what led to the end of your relationship.

“and so i walked into the country club to surprise him. i spent the whole morning getting ready, did my makeup how he likes, even wore a new sundress that i know he would have loved. but i walked in and…” you looked up as your vision began to blur, “he was talking with some bitch i’ve never seen before bartending. she had short brunette hair, but he fucking smirked at her the way he only does- did for me. and- and then, she basically fucking held his hand while she fucked him with her eyes, and he let it happen!”

you spit the words out like they were poison on your tongue, not noticing your voice beginning to raise with frustration. sarah’s jaw was nearly on the floor.

“what the- what the fuck?” she racked her brain, trying to remember if she’d seen anyone matching your description recently, but nothing came to her.

“god, shit. i’m so sorry, babe. i don’t know what the fuck is wrong with him.” she attempted to console you as you dabbed your eyes with a napkin.

you shrugged your shoulders, “what’s done is done. i just want to forget about everything for a while.”

she nodded, “then let’s go get ready. we can pregame at yours and ride with john b and them.”

after a few shots, a couple hours spent transforming yourself to not look like you spent the last three weeks trying to cope with your break up, and a lot of laughter, you and sarah were ready to go.

you wore a cropped loosely crocheted white sweater over your pink bikini and a white miniskirt that hugged your hips , the strings from your bottom peaking out from the top of it. you were finally feeling good about yourself again, and you’d be damned if you let anyone ruin it.

the ride to the boneyard only lifted your spirits more. it was impossible not to laugh around the pogues, especially when jj did whatever he could to hear your giggle.

you arrived just as the party was beginning to pick up. relief flooded your veins when you didn’t see rafe anywhere. you knew it was a possibility he’d be here, but it was going to be significantly easier to have a decent night without his presence lingering around.

you filled up a red solo cup at the keg, downing the cheap alcohol before refilling it.

“slow down there, or you might not make it too long.” jj approached you, giving you a flirty smile.

you gave him a laugh in response, “i’ll be fine, jay. i just want to be able to let loose tonight.”

“stick by me then, don’t want any of these pervs creeping on you.” the thinly veiled concern in his voice made you smile. you know he’s flirting, but it’s clear he wants to keep you safe knowing it’s your first night out in so long.

you spent the next hour surrounded by the pogues, and true to his word, jj looked out for you. he did so well that you failed to notice who had shown up to the party, the one and only rafe cameron.

rafe, on the other hand, saw you immediately upon arriving. it was impossible for him not to when your presence demanded his attention. he was not happy to see who you were hanging around with. his ongoing beef with the pogues was well known by everybody on the island. he didn’t come to party though, he had other business to attend to as barry gave him a side eye, “fuck are you doing, country club? you can fight for your girl later, we’ve got shit to do.”

your drink had somehow disappeared. your furrowed your brows as you looked down, giggling to yourself as you told your friends you were going to get another one. you were at the perfect level of drunk, not to the point of blacking out or vomiting, but to where you couldn’t quite walk in a straight line and everything was funny to you.

you stumbled up to the keg, starting to fill up your cup when you felt someone watching you. the hairs on the back of your neck stood up, you instantly knew who it was. it was as though there was a chip in you that alerted you to when he was nearby. you took a deep breath as you turned your head slightly, seeing rafe sat next to a man you didn’t know as he handed a small plastic bag filled with overpriced coke to a touron. rafe’s eyes didn’t leave you as he signaled him to leave.

you could hear your heartbeat in your ears, the hand holding onto your cup now trembling and the lump in your throat building. rafe stood, starting to approach you as you froze. your brain was screaming at you to run but your body refused to move an inch.

“what the fuck do you want, cameron?” your words were spat out with venom. your tone clearly surprised you both as he looked shocked momentarily. you were typically one to stand your ground, but never ever was your attitude aimed towards him.

“what do you mean ‘what the fuck do i want’? you fucking up and left out of nowhere and haven’t spoken to me in almost a month.” his voice was filled with anger, his nose flaring as he clenched his jaw.

you let out a humorless laugh, “out of nowhere? you can’t be serious, rafe. you treated me like shit the last few months of our relationship.” you didn’t yet mention seeing his interaction with the bartender at the country club, not knowing if topper and kelce had told him about seeing you when you left that fateful day.

“what? be-because i couldn’t be with you twenty-four fucking seven? like i- i wasn’t out working my ass off to afford nice shit for you?”

“‘working your ass off’ will you stop fucking lying to me? i fucking saw you at the country club,” his facial expression showed confusion, bringing his brows together to try and understand what you were talking about, “you let that bitch touch you, you looked at her how you used to look at me. i spent hours getting ready, i showed up, wanting to surprise my boyfriend for lunch, and what do i see? my boyfriend letting some bartender hang off of him while he flirts with her?”

your voice had raised as you got more and more angry. you were now shouting at him as other partygoers failed to hide their stares and murmuring. nobody ever talked to the kook prince the way you currently were, unless they wanted their face bashed in.

rafe grabbed your arm harshly, pulling you down the beach and away from others. you stumbled behind him, knowing you weren’t physically or mentally strong enough to push him away.

when you looked up at him, you suddenly noticed his blown-out pupils. you felt your heart sink. “you’re using again.” you stated flatly.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes at you. “don’t act like you fucking care.” he spat out at you.

“jesus fucking christ- rafe, when did you start again?”

“don’t worry about it. when did you come to the country club?” his tone was demanding, sparking further irritation in you.

“the day i left. i- i let a lot of shit slide for too long, because… because i wanted to be a good girlfriend and support you when i thought you were just stressed out from work. and, in return, i get to watch my boyfriend make me look like a fucking idiot.”

rafe was silent for a minute, his lips pursed as he clearly was trying to remember what he was doing before he came home to an angry ward and an empty room. then realization hit him, he knew exactly what you were talking about. he brought his palm up to his face, groaning.

when he was about to speak, he was cut off. “is cameron bothering you?” jj’s familiar voice called out. you looked past rafe’s large figure to see all of the pogues standing beside him, looking ready for a fight if it came to it.

rafe gave a humorless chuckle, “stay the fuck out of it, pogue.” he clearly wouldn’t go down without a fight either.

your heart stopped for a moment and your body filled with ice cold terror as jj pulled out a gun that was hidden behind his back in his waistband. it was clear you weren’t the only one not expecting it as the rest of them looked at jj with concern, john b telling him to put it away. “yeah? let’s fucking go, rafe. been itching for a fight for too long.”

everything became blurred. the mixture of shouting, seeing figures suddenly moving towards each other, and the unmistakeable sound of a gunshot, and then everything went black.

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[strawberries-and-summer-days]

HELLO CAN YOu DO A PJO WHEN PERCY IS COMPLAINING ABOUT THE READER FAVORITE BOOK BOYFRIEND (peeta mellark or Thomas from the maze runner) LIKE THIS SIMP IS JEALOUS

TAKING INSPIRATION TO THIS PLEAAAAAAAAAASE 😂😂😂😂😂😂

Sorry 🌸

BUT I'M YOUR BOYFRIEND! .𖥔 ݁ ˖

paring: percy jackson x athena!fem!reader

warnings: swearing

a/n: this is such an awesome request i swear aksjdgajh. sorry this took me so long to get around to as well, writers block is a biiiitch

"y/nnnnnnnnn."

the whine greets you from outside your room.

"yes?" you ask looking up when percy enters your room.

"what are we doing tonight?" your boyfriend asks plopping down on your bed slipping under the covers next to you and ruining the quiet bubble you had created around yourself.

"i'm going to continue reading this book," you say returning to your reading.

percy apparently unsatisfied with that leans his head on your shoulder nuzzling into your neck.

"y/nnn," he protests.

"percyyyy," you groan right back. "i'm reading."

switching tactics percy moves from your shoulder to lay in front of you and look up at you with puppy dog eyes.

"you can read later, spend time with mee."

rolling your eyes you shut your book, put it down in your lap rest your hands on top of it and stare down at the toddler adjacent teenager in front of you.

"percy," you say. "you know i love you. but this-" you hold up your copy of the hunger games- "is my favorite series and you are currently ruining it by being a little shit."

"i am ruining it?" percy says in mock outrage. "i finally got a free afternoon from classes and you spend all my precious time on reading!"

"because reading is fun!" you explain with a grin, knowing you're riling him up.

"more fun than spending time with me?"

"currently? yes."

percy leaps up from the bed with a betrayed expression on his face. "i am hurt, actually hurt right now." he spins around and makes it to your dorm door. "i cannot believe you would do this to me."

"percy," you laugh, finally putting aside the book.

"no, we're not talking right now. in fact we're currently having a big fight."

rolling your eyes you escape the covers of your bed you make your way over to your pouting boyfriend.

"fiiiine, i'll spend the afternoon with you."

like a switch, percy's face goes from sulking to lighting up in cheekiness, before he lifts you up and tackles you onto the bed. "i'm your favorite again?" he asks with big, wide eyes.

"you never weren't you big baby."

grinning widely percy leans down to you and places a soft kiss on your cheek.

"okayy," you say when he pulls you into his lap and wraps his arm around your waist. "what do you want to do then?"

"read."

"PERCY!" you cry out. a string of swear words escape your mouth and you try and twist around but percy just tightens his grip on you and places a kiss on your neck- now that quickly placates you.

"read to me," he whispers in your ear, sending shivers throughout you.

"read to you?"

"yeah, lets escape to your favourite world together." he presses a kiss to your temple. "and so i can see about this so called peeta mellark."

"how do yo-"

"please, you think i don't know who my girl spends her time on?" a smile creeps onto your face at percy's words. "besides you fawn over him all the time."

"are you saying you're jealous over a fiction character right now?"

"you spend more time gushing over him than me."

"you're totally jealous!" you laugh.

"i'm your boyfriend not him!" percy protests.

opening your book again you pick up where you left off. "hush, if you want me to read, you must be quiet."

percy quiets and snuggles deeper into the covers, his arms tightly wrapped around you as you read to him, your voice lulling him into a comforting peace.

you love moments like these.

just the two of you.

its perfect.

#percy jackson x reader #percy jackson x you #percy jackson x fem!reader #percy jackson x y/n #percy x reader #percy x y/n #percy x you #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson #percy jackson fic #fanfic #fanfiction #emma writes ₊˚⊹⋆

[obeymematches]

very fluffy and in depth hcs of a mc that basically lives off of cuddles? if you dont wanna do all of them can you only do lucifer, mammon, beel & diavolo? its fine if you dont wanna write this request tho! <3

i just need to snuggle up with them and maybe receive a forehead kiss yknow?

(also its def not bc of their man boobs wdym..)

thank you baby for sending in this ask, writing it cleared my skin and watered my plants- 💐🌸🌻

also your taste in men is very good 💯💯💯

this just teeth rotting fluff. GN MC.

❤️Cuddling HCs❤️

Lucifer:

Cuddling can only happen at night / the evening. Even on the weekends he is too busy to be cuddling during the day.

When you get in bed next to him he usually smells like coffee & sweat ngl. At first he does try to hide it with a nice expensive perfume but it might be best to cuddle after taking a shower.

He loves it if you curl up against him, laying your head on his chest. He is surprisingly gentle with his strokes in your hair!

He prefers not to talk or just very short I love yous are accepted. This is his calming, recharging moment.

His arms are strong as he puts them behind your back, or under your head if that's what you prefer. His weakness is stroking his head between his ears and forehead.

He is very glad to kiss your forehead without you having to ask! He is actually very affectionate if he is with you, and only you! Prefers holding one of your hands the entire time.

My love... Holding you in my arms in this moment makes me feel tranquil. As if nothing could ever go wrong again... I am aware it only lasts such a short time... I'm truly sorry we can't do this more often. Can you forgive me, my dearest?

Mammon:

Here is some Mams cuddles

Beelzebub:

Cuddling Beelzebub feels like the most natural thing. You fit just right under his arms, his legs. He can go on like this for hours. Nothing else has to happen and he is the most content demon in the world.

Being so close to him makes you realize he smells like deodorant and grass.

Likes to eat as you cuddle! Always brings you your favourite snacks! He can fall asleep very quickly like this though. Please just stroke his back he is going to melt into your touch.

He is going to kiss you with his hand holding yours to the bed. He kisses you very passionately, towering over you, using his tongue as he should; gluttony gets the best of him.

Very gentle with you the entire time. Carefully moves every inch of his body not to hurt you.

If you decide to lay too far away from him he just sweeps you right where you should be; entirely next to him!

Skin on skin contact is very important for him, pls don't wear too many clothes!!

I'm stronger now, but I can grow even more if you stay by my side. I'll do everything to support you, and I hope you will continue to support me too. I love you. So very deeply. Thank you for being here with me.

Diavolo:

I just think he enjoys being the little spoon. He can be the tiniest little spoon if he wants to!!

Loves to talk. This is no time to be quiet for more than 5 minutes. Something always comes to his mind which he wants to share.

His smell from up close isn't so easy to describe; it's a lingering smell of expensive parfume but also pine tree.

Can and will cuddle you in the afternoon if he/you needs it. Tea time can buzz off this is 300% better.

Talks about how nice it was to Barbatos. Poor Barb doesn't know how to react to this information.

Ah he definitely plays with the blanket; he likes to tuck you in real well, sometimes pull it over your head and kiss you in the dark.

Tickle fights are inevitable if you cuddle for too long. (He doesn't want to let you go pee but you must. So you tickle him.)

Sometimes he can forget how heavy he is though and if he falls asleep while on top of you, you'll be sore by the time he wakes up.

Ah just imagine the pure joy in his eyes the entire time.... sigh

My darling y/n... You are my most precious treasure in the entire world. You enchant and fascinate me, and each day, you ignite me.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me diavolo #obey me fluff #obey me x reader #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #obey me x y/n #obey me x mc #obey me swd #obey me! #omswd #omswd lucifer #obey me headcanons #obey me hcs #swd obey me

[justlemmeadoreyou]

4. heat of the kitchen (restaurant owner!harry x chef!reader)

(part 1 here) | (part 2 here) | (part 3 here)

summary: the day of the gala, but something unexpected happens, leaving you a responsibility that could either make or break your career.

words: 5k

warnings: fluff, a hint of angst.

You had just started falling into a restless sleep when your phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand, making you jump awake in surprise. Squinting your blurry eyes at the bright screen, you felt a prickle of worry when you saw the time - 4:17am. This couldn't be good news at this hour. 

Sure enough, it was Harry's number flashing on the caller ID. With a sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach, you swiped to answer and brought the phone to your ear. "Hello?"

"[Y/N], hey..." Even through the tinny distortion of the phone line, you could hear the grimness and exhaustion in Harry's voice. "Look, I...there's been an emergency with my family back home. My mom is really sick and not doing well."

You sat up straight in bed now, any remaining grogginess from sleep instantly swept away by a crushing wave of dismay. You listened in silence as he explained in brief phrases about needing to get on the next available flight to go back to New York right away. He said he wasn't sure when he'd be able to return to Chicago.

"I just didn't have a chance to let you know about this earlier," Harry's low, raspy voice crackled with regret. "I've already spoken with Thomason to take over running things at the event today, but...I'm so sorry, [Y/N]. The timing of this could not possibly be worse."

"No no, please don't even worry about that right now," you interjected quickly, your mind already whirling with the huge implications of what he was saying. Today was the extremely important Martin gala event - without Harry there to oversee the execution of his highly complicated, avant-garde centrepiece dish, the whole thing could spectacularly fall apart in front of all the big-name food critics and chefs of Chicago.

And yet...none of that professional stuff mattered at all compared to the intensely personal crisis your mentor was going through right now. "Is everything...I mean, is your mom going to be okay?" you asked hesitantly, not wanting to pry too much but deeply concerned.

Harry let out a shaky sigh that made your chest clench with empathy for what he must be feeling. "I don't know yet. They're running some medical tests on her this morning to get more answers, but...it doesn't look good so far based on what they've told me."

There was a heavy pause before he added in a rough, strained voice, "Looks like I've got another big battle ahead of me here."  

Despite the gravity of the situation, you felt a pang of fondness at those terse words that sounded so quintessentially like Harry - tackling this heart-wrenching personal turmoil with the same determination and head-on approach he always brought to challenges in the kitchen.

"I'll be okay," Harry stated in a tone that made it clear he didn't want or expect any sympathy or reassurance from you about it. "Right now, all I need is for you to promise me that the gala event today is going to be a complete success no matter what else is happening. Can you handle being fully in charge of running the whole operation and making sure my vision for the centerpiece dish comes out perfectly?"

He didn't need to go into more detail - you knew full well the enormity of the responsibility he was asking you to take on here. Tremors of nerves joined the waves of sympathy and concern roiling through you at the weight of this task. But you didn't hesitate at all before answering.

"You have my word, Chef," you vowed solemnly. "I'll treat this dish and event with the same intense, laser-focused commitment you've been drilling into me from day one - and I absolutely won't let you down."  

This time, Harry's answering exhale held the faintest trace of pride and...something more you couldn't quite put your finger on. "I know you won't let me down. I'm gonna have to go take care of things now, but I'll call again later to check in on how preparations are going over there. In the meantime, just stay calm, stay focused, and execute everything exactly like we've practiced over and over again these past weeks."

"I will. And Harry--" you hesitated momentarily before plunging ahead. "I really hope...well, just please take care of yourself too, okay? Sending you all my best wishes for your mom to get through this."

There was a beat of surprised silence before he responded in a gruff but sincere voice, "Yeah...thanks, [Y/N]. I appreciate that."

With that, the call clicked off abruptly, leaving you alone amid the predawn stillness with nothing but the immense weight of the trust and responsibility Harry had placed on your shoulders.

This was by far the biggest professional challenge you'd ever faced in your culinary career. Not just having to pull off executing Harry's avant-garde, innovative, wildly complex dish to absolute perfection under the intense scrutiny of the biggest names and players in Chicago's food world - but doing so while your mentor battled a hugely serious personal crisis unfolding all the way across the country in New York. Just the thought of it made your stomach churn with anxious adrenaline and nerves.

Still...despite the daunting nature of this task, you couldn't help but feel a sense of opportunity arising as well. This was an unexpected and unprecedented chance for you to truly prove yourself at the highest possible level, to rise up and show you had the skills and mental toughness to handle the most intense culinary pressure situations. You'd worked too damn hard, invested too many long hours of sweat and failures in kitchens everywhere to let this monumental opportunity slip through your fingers.

A feeling of steely resolve settled over you as you climbed out of bed and began methodically getting ready to start your day. No matter what curveball life had thrown at Harry derailing his own ability to participate, your role and mission remained unchanged - you made a solemn vow to him, and you utterly refused to let him down when he was counting on you most in this dire moment. This gala would go off flawlessly, the vision and game plan he'd meticulously drilled into you executed with precise mastery down to every last detail. Abject failure was simply not an option today.

***

By the time the first pale streaks of dawn began filtering through your windows, you were fully dressed and shoving a high-protein bar into your mouth as fuel while heading out the door to the event venue. Despite the early hour, there was already a palpable buzz and energy of activity when you arrived, crews of staffers and organizers darting around in a highly choreographed frenzy as they put the very final touches and preparations in place.  

You spotted Thomason's towering, intimidating form immediately - the harsh sous chef resembled a military general marshaling the troops, barking out orders and keeping everything flowing in an orderly yet intense manner. Straightening your spine, you crossed over purposefully to greet him directly. Thomason's eyes flicked over you appraisingly before giving a short, sharp nod of acknowledgment. "Good, you're here. Let's get you situated and start running through all your station assignments."

Without any further preamble or wasted words, he turned sharply on his heel and strode off at a brisk pace, clearly expecting you to fall into step directly behind him with no delays. Suppressing a resigned sigh, you did just that, matching his stride as Thomason immediately launched into a rapid-fire rundown and delegation of every single responsibility that would fall under your purview for the entire day.

It was...honestly, a staggering amount of crucial tasks and oversight duties to absorb all at once this early in the morning, especially given the giant extenuating circumstance and crisis situation hanging overhead with Harry's absence. But Thomason pressed on in his typical brusque, no-nonsense manner.

Apparently Harry had already briefed the imposing, burly sous chef on the pertinent details of the personal situation he was dealing with, as evidenced by Thomason's uncharacteristic patience whenever you had to pause to fully digest certain instructions or ask for any clarification on assignments. But the gruff kitchen veteran otherwise made no comforting allowances, simply conveying the huge pile of duties you'd need to stay on top of from morning prep straight through to the evening's high-stakes dinner service.

By the time he finally finished laying out the overwhelming laundry list of tasks you were accountable for, a tenuous sense of control had settled over your earlier panic and worries. You could do this. Logistically speaking, it would be the most daunting and high-pressure culinary challenge you'd ever faced by far - but thanks to all the intense training and preparation Harry had put you through, you genuinely felt as ready as you could possibly be. All that remained now was keeping your head down and executing flawlessly with the same pinpoint focus and work ethic he'd instilled in you through those grueling practice runs.

With a grim nod of determination, you turned and started overseeing your assigned kitchen crew in setting up the intricate series of mise en place stations that would be required for pulling off Harry's avant-garde, wildly complex centerpiece dish. All around you, the buzz of frantic activity swelled as area after area of the massive venue was brought online in final preparation for the rapidly approaching arrival times of guests and participants.  

Though you kept waiting for the spike of nerves and adrenaline to hit, surprisingly, a strange sense of calm numbness had instead descended over you - the kind that often surfaced in the middle of an intense, all-hands-on-deck dinner rush back at the restaurant. In these do-or-die, make-it-or-break-it kinds of situations, there simply was no spare mental bandwidth available for anything beyond the critical task directly in front of you in that very moment. Distracting thoughts and nerves got shunted aside as survival instincts took over.

And just like that, you lost yourself in the soothing, almost meditative rhythm of prep work, falling into that laser-focused state of dicing, slicing, arranging each individual ingredient component with painstaking, meticulous care according to the detailed specifications Harry had drilled into you over and over. At one point, you absently accepted a bottled water from one of your line cooks with a murmured thanks, but otherwise operated on auto-pilot.  

You weren't entirely sure how much time had elapsed before Thomason's gruff bark of "Ten minutes!" roused you from your intense, trance-like focus. All around, your crew instantly kicked into an even higher gear, ferrying the completed mise en place components to the designated plating stations in an efficient flurry of motion. You barely registered Thomason sidling up next to you with an evaluating look on his imposing features.

"You did decent prep work so far, kid," he acknowledged in a tone of voice that was only marginally less dismissive than his usual demeanor. "Now let's see if you can actually plate this bastard of a complicated dish without totally screwing the pooch."

With that uniquely Thomason-style pep talk, he gave your shoulder a clap and then strode off to take his place at the all-important expediting position for the evening's service, leaving you warmed by the backhanded compliment. Coming from the notoriously harsh and miserly-with-praise Thomason, those words were basically the equivalent of an ecstatic rave.

Any boost of confidence was welcome at this point, as the first wave of elite guests began trickling into the dining area right on schedule. You could feel the atmosphere in the room shifting, charging with buzzing energy and anticipation as these influential culinary figures saw the artfully designed space, flipped through the rundown of tonight's prix fixe menu, and speculated about what boundary-pushing creation Harry had surely concocted for his centrepiece auction dish.  

Your own adrenaline kicked into high gear as you took your place at the head plating station, flanked by your hand-picked crew who would assist in the extremely intricate assemble of all the individual components coming together. A hush fell over the kitchen as you exchanged looks with your team, giving a final nod of readiness. 

"First courses..." came the terse callout from the expo line. And with that, you immediately snapped into focus, hands moving with the precision drilled into them through countless practice runs as you began plating the initial courses.

From there, the entire high-stakes evening blurred into a cyclone of intense concentration and rapid-fire execution, broken only by the occasional smattering of polite applause from the dining room as each new course made its debut to apparent delight. But you remained steadfastly disengaged from all of that, shutting it out entirely as you moved with economical grace from one fastidiously assembled plate to the next in a state of total flow.

You were aware on some level of Thomason periodically prowling the line, sharp eyes scrutinizing every last component with the intensity of a decorated drill sergeant. But his presence was almost soothing in a way, a low-key affirmation that you and your crew were hitting every lofty mark thus far.

Finally, after what felt like both a grueling endurance marathon and the naturally seamless completion of a singular, continuous motion...it was time. All the other courses had been executed flawlessly, clearing the way for the pièce de résistance - Harry's avant-garde centerpiece dish that would cap off the evening. You took a deep, steadying breath as the first calls came in from the expo line.

"Fire one centerpiece!"

Your hands moved with the precision of a surgeon, each practiced motion flowing seamlessly into the next as you began assembling the first plate of the showstopper course. Around you, your crew worked in the same laser-focused unison, handling each individual component with utmost care and attention to detail.  

Despite the mounting pressure with every new order fire, that strange sense of calm numbness persisted. There was no mental bandwidth to spare on anything extraneous - your entire world had contracted to these series of sequential tasks laid out before you, each one flowing naturally into the next like a continuous stream.

Plating tweezers arranged the final delicate pour of herb-infused olive oil spheres with the same singular focus as you squeezed the pipette to apply the perfectly calibrated dot of acidic reduction. Not a single movement was wasted, not a component out of place as you slid the finished avant-garde masterpiece across to the expo line for final approval before heading out to the dining room.

"Looked good from here, kid," Thomason's gruff voice sounded in your ear amidst the orchestrated chaos, startling you slightly. You blinked, barely registering the stocky sous chef's towering presence overseeing your shoulder before turning your attention immediately back to the next set of hands firing.

On and on it went in that same relentless yet steady cadence, each nouveau plate a pristine reflection of the focus, intensity, and cumulative skill that had been honed into you over months of Harry's rigorous training. Sweat beaded along your hairline, apron dampening as you moved with increasing speed and efficiency under the mounting pressure of continuous fires.  

You were only vaguely aware of the soft crashing waves of polite applause rolling in from the nearby dining room each time a new creation hit the tables. Your ears were trained to more important sounds - the sharp callouts from expo, the curt exchanges between yourself and your crew attempting to maintain the incredible pace.

At one point, you registered Thomason's heavy tread beside you once more, his grizzled voice pitched low to be heard over the controlled pandemonium. "Pretty damn flawless so far, I'll give you that. But don't let your foot off the gas now, we still got a ways to go yet."

A simple grunt of acknowledgment was all you could spare in response as you plated two more centerpiece dishes in rapid succession, sliding them across for inspection. Thomason made a noise of begrudging approval before turning away, freeing you to tunnel-vision once more.  

Swaying slightly on your feet from the physical toll and intense focus, you blinked away the spotties at the edge of your vision. There was simply no other choice - failure was not an option, not after everything you and Harry had invested into this critical moment. 

How much time had elapsed, you couldn't say. All you knew was the continuous cycle of order fires, the increasingly efficient rhythm of your movements and those of your crew. The end goal of seeing this groundbreaking creation delivered to the last diner with the same polish as the first lone plate.

It was only when the final callout came over the line that reality slowly bled back in around the edges. "Last one, centerpiece! Fire for the panel..."  

The clatter of your toolkit was shockingly loud in the relative stillness as you began assembling that climactic plate with even more painstaking care than before. Every component was a masterstroke, each paso doble between you and your crew unfolding in step.

You barely registered Thomason's presence hovering nearby, posture radiating tension and scrutiny, as you slid the final centerpiece across for his inspection. A short eternity seemed to pass as the steely-eyed veteran examined the plate with unsparing intensity from all angles.  

At last, he gave a single deferential nod before calling out the fire to the dining room. "Chef's centerpiece...walking!"

A rousing swell of applause rolled back from beyond the partition as you straightened up, only now allowing the descending sense of accomplishment to wash over you fully. It was done - Harry's groundbreaking, avant-garde vision had been executed to utter perfection.

The surrounding kitchen area seemed to slowly reanimate as the rest of the corps d'équipe emerged from their own hypnotrance–states, exchanging tired grins and backslaps of congratulations. For his part, Thomason wore an expression that bordered on...approving?You could never tell.

"You pulled it off, kid," he rumbled in that trademark gravelly baritone. The stocky chef's clap on your shoulder managed to convey impressed respect more clearly than any flowery praise. "Flawless service from top to bottom. I'll be sure to pass that along to Chef Patino when I touch base."

Your face must have reflected the gratified shock you felt at the gruff compliment, as Thomason's mouth twisted wryly before adding, "Don't look so damn stunned. You did good work holding it all together out there tonight. Real good work."

With that, he gave your shoulder one final squeeze before turning to address the rest of the crew and applauds rippled through the kitchen area. But you barely heard any of it over the dull roar in your ears - the mixture of bone-deep exhaustion and sheer disbelief at what you'd all just managed to pull off against seemingly insurmountable odds.

Gradually, the bustle of post-service breakdown routines fired up around you. But you remained still in the eye of that storm for several long moments, simply allowing the profound weight of your accomplishment tonight to sink in fully.  

Despite the challenges, the unexpected crises that had threatened to derail everything...your tenacity and the depth of your training had ultimately prevailed. Harry's faith in you had been rewarded with an unmitigated triumph.

The realization brought a surge of fierce pride, tempered only by the hope that your mentor had managed to find some shred of comfort amidst his own turmoil tonight. You knew Harry well enough to be certain he would be dissecting every component, evaluating each nuance of the dish's execution with his trademark intensity even from afar.

And suddenly, you very much needed to hear his voice - to fill him in on all the details, reassure him that you'd kept your word right down to crossing every final T. To...well, to simply share in this significant victory with the man whose driving ambition and belief had made it all possible.

As if summoned by sheer force of will, your phone began buzzing from your back pocket with a familiar caller ID flashing. Stepping aside from the lingering chaos, you swiped to accept the call with your heart lodged squarely in your throat.

"Harry? It's me..."

The voice on the other end sounded tinny and wrung-out, yet still utterly suffused with that unmistakable gravel-rough timbre. "How'd it go, kiddo?"

Despite the bone-weary fatigue dragging at your every muscle, you felt a grin tugging at the corners of your mouth as you took in the sight of your crew unabashedly celebrating their collective win. "See for yourself."

With a few quick taps, you switched the call over to FaceTime, angling the camera to capture the wild scene surrounding you. Raucous cheers and whoops of victory filled the feed as Harry got an eyeful of his triumphant kitchen corps living it up.

For a long moment, he was silent on the other end, drinking in the rowdy scene. Then, his low chuckle finally filtered through, slightly watery but brimming with unmistakable pride.

"That's my crew," Harry rasped in a voice gone thick. "Well done, team. Well done."

You grinned fiercely at the screen, willing him to feel every ounce of your conviction as you responded. "We did you proud, Chef. Start to finish."

And just like that, the shaky exhale he released said everything his gruff words couldn't. For all his outward bravado and grit, your mentor's steadfast belief had been vindicated tonight - and his faith in you rewarded beyond even his own expectations.

For the first time in weeks, that shaky tension seemed to finally loosen its grip on both of you. Though the road ahead might still be fraught, this evening's triumph had forged an unbreakable bond of shared understanding and trust.

The entire grueling process of preparing for and executing the ambitious centerpiece dish had pushed both your skills, stamina and mental toughness to their limits. But instead of fracturing under such tremendous shared pressure, your mentor-mentee dynamic had been distilled down to its essential core - that of two committed culinary artists striving relentlessly towards the same creative vision, and ultimately emerging unified in the wake of that lofty achievement.

In that moment, any unresolved tensions or lingering frissons of attraction between you were rendered almost quaint, overwhelmed by the profound sense of creative synergy and hard-won victory. Those undercurrents would inevitably resurface later once the high had faded. But for now, you could simply bask in the warm glow of knowing you'd risen to every challenge thrown your way and come out on top.

Harry must have sensed the shift in your demeanor, the way your posture had relaxed slightly without sacrificing any of that fierce determination. His gruff chuckle sounded again through the phone's speaker, drawing your attention back to his careworn but glowing expression.  

"Listen, pet..." he began in that trademark rasp, once again hitting you with the nickname that made your heart skip a beat,. "I gotta go take care of some stuff on this end. But we're gonna crack open a couple bottles when I'm back, you and me. We've earned it after pulling off a goddamn miracle like this one."

The very thought of the two of you sharing drinks and cutting loose for once, without the weight of impending culinary obligations hanging overhead, struck you as incredibly appealing after tonight's intensity. A warm smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you gave an emphatic nod.

"You know I'm gonna hold you to that, Chef. I'm thinking top-shelf stuff too, none of that bottom-rung swill."

Harry threw back his head with another peal of laughter. "You got it, you earned it. Gimme a couple days to get things sorted and I'll take you somewhere swanky to celebrate, on me. My way of saying thanks for proving me right about you, Y/n."

Before you could respond, Harry's gaze grew pensive, amusement fading slightly as he searched your expression with uncharacteristic earnestness. "And I mean it, you know. Not just about the drinks, but...well, you really came through in the clutch tonight. I knew you had the skills to pull it off, but seeing you actually do it against those crazy odds? You exceeded every expectation. I couldn't be prouder if you were my own flesh and blood."

You felt your cheeks warming at the uncommon depth of sincerity in his gravelly voice. Though Harry had never been one for emotional vulnerability, in this moment you could see the profound gratitude shining through loud and clear.  

"That really means a lot coming from you, Harry," you managed in a slightly hushed tone, momentarily rendered speechless by the unexpected warmth radiating from him. "You know I'd never want to let you down, especially when you were counting on me most."

The tender moment stretched out in weighted silence, intimate currents flowing back and forth even through the crackle of the video feed. Until eventually, Harry seemed to resurface from that unguarded well of sincerity, giving a slightly blustery clearing of his throat.

"Well anyway, you did the heavy lifting tonight," he rallied in his typical all-business timbre, the hoarse bravado back in full force. "I'll leave you and the crew to enjoy your big victory bash. Just try not to get too out of hand with the partying."

He started to shift away from the camera, clearly preparing to disengage, when his hazel-eyed gaze flicked back to pin you with an unreadable look. A ghost of a smirk played around the edges of his mouth as he seemed to drink you in through the video feed.

"Oh, and one more thing, darlin'..." 

You felt your breath catch at the rich, velvety timbre Harry imbued that endearment with - a departure from the casual, teasing way he usually deployed such pet names. This particular iteration seemed to caress something deeper, more weighted between you.

"I'm real proud of how you rose above and killed it tonight," he murmured in that same honeyed rasp that raised goosebumps along your skin. His gaze raked over you with unmistakable heat and intent. "Showed me that laser-focused mental strength and fortitude I always suspected was in there."

Harry shook his tousled head slowly, lips still curved in that secretive half-smile. "Gotta admit, I clearly underestimated you in the past, darlin'. Won't be making that mistake again."

The suggestive timbre in which he issued that statement was utterly at odds with the mentor-protegee context you'd been operating in mere moments ago. You felt your breath hitch as a warmth bloomed across your cheeks, suddenly hyper-aware that you were still surrounded by your raucous crew celebrating nearby.

Surely you were reading far too much into Harry's words and tone...except his eyes were gleaming with a combination of heat and challenge as they roamed over your features in a way that made you feel stripped bare. As if he knew full well the dizzying, electrifying effect he could have on you - even through a mere video call - and was shamelessly exercising that power.

You opened your mouth to respond, though what you could possibly say to that molten statement you had no idea. Thankfully, Harry seemed to recognize he was quickly veering into the old inappropriate territory and reigned himself in with a rough throat-clearing.

"Anyway, go have fun with the crew and I'll holler at you in a couple days once I get things sorted out on this end," he concluded, all traces of that heated bravado tucked away once more behind his typical gruff exterior. "You've more than earned it, darlin'."

Another searing look accompanied the purring emphasis he gave that endearment before Harry flashed you a stunningly lopsided grin - then the video feed clicked off, leaving you slightly dazed and flustered in its wake.

A long moment passed where you simply stared at the blank screen, cheeks still burning as your mind raced over the cadence of that parting exchange. From the heartfelt gratitude and rare showering of praise...to that inexplicably molten aside loaded with suggestion, it had all left you feeling deliciously unmoored and off-kilter. 

You remained in that uncertain headspace for a while longer, the buzz of your crew's raucous celebration providing a soundtrack as the hours ticked by. Though you made a concerted effort to remain present, to revel in this hard-won moment of glory alongside your teammates, part of your consciousness couldn't help but keep circling back to that searing parting remark from Harry.

You kept thinking about the way he spoke, wondering if there was a hidden meaning behind his words.  Suddenly, your long-suppressed feelings for the charismatic chef surged with volcanic intensity, consuming every rational thought until only one truth remained. 

You decided you were done hiding your desire for Harry– done keeping that ravenous wanting locked away in the name of professionalism.The next time you saw your mentor, you promised yourself you would be completely honest. No more beating around the bush. Only complete, blazing honesty.

You would openly admit the burning attraction you'd felt since first meeting his intense gaze months ago. You would confront the growing tension from all his suggestive comments.

No more hiding behind being professional. You would put everything out in the open, once and for all. Either Harry felt the same fiery passion...or he didn't, and you could finally move on. 

Once and for all.

But the need to finally uncover the truth burned within you, even if it meant risking everything and leaving your heart in ashes - because the constant wondering and uncertainty had become a suffocating torment you could no longer endure. Making that decision lifted a weight off your shoulders momentarily, but you steeled yourself knowing the real challenge still lay ahead, a daunting path that could either lead you to euphoric fulfilment or utter devastation.

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But Daddy I Love Him

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♥︎ luke hughes x zegras! sister

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"i forget how the west was won"

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Doll, please

Pairings- Mob!Bucky x Fem!reader

Summary- Bucky is taken by the reader's ex-boyfriend. You go to save him, not knowing it was a trap.

Warnings- crime, violence, mention of drugs, angst, minor fluff, character being shot, cussing, torture, graphic violence.

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James was taken, that was definite. The reason was still unknown. Of course, many people had motives. He runs the city. Being the head of organized crime. He had eyes and ears everywhere. He moved drugs and was the owner of most clubs, restaurants, and companies.

His only weakness is you.

However, Rumlow didn't take you. He took Bucky. You knew that for sure.

"Steve, please tell me you know a location. Something, anything?" The blonde looks down at the computer, wanting to give you some form of information. But comes up with nothing.

"I'm sorry, we still don't have anything."

You groan, putting your head in your hands and groaning.

"Boss' tracker went dark before he made it across the bridge into Brooklyn." Sam walks in, throwing the last known location that was printed down onto the table.

Your head perked up, running over to look over the information. "So let's go check it out." But Steve shakes his head, "No." "Why not?!"

He moves forward, getting slightly in your face. "Because that bridge has over five thousand people on it hourly." He throws the paper out of your hands and into the trash bin next to the door. "Buck may be missing but damn it I will not endanger you in any way in his absence." "But Steve-" "No!!" He shouts, making you flinch slightly. "You stay put where it's safe until we know why and or how he was taken." You let out a long breath, "Fuck this." Taking long strides you run out of the room and to your and Bucky's shared bedroom.

"Watch her." Steve mumbles, making Sam nod.

There was protocol, you knew that. If there was ever a reason why Bucky couldn't run things, Steve was the one who was appointed to take over. But just as Bucky would have it, Steve would never put you in danger. Which made it harder for you to help.

Or Steve would think.

You paced in your shared room, trying to think of ways you could leave, a way you could find your husband. You fiddled with the diamond ring on your finger when suddenly your phone pinged with a text.

You ran over to your bed, grabbing your phone with both hands.

CALL THIS NUMBER IF YOU WANT YOUR HUSBAND BACK ALIVE

You went to the dial pad, dialing in the number with shaky hands and pressing call. It rang four times before picking up. All you heard was silence before you spoke, "Hello, James?"

"Not James, sweetheart." Your heart stopped as you heard the voice of your ex. Brock.

"W-where is he? Is he okay? Is he safe?"

Brock chuckled, requesting to Facetime, to which you accepted; facing the camera up in an attempt to conceal your face.

He switched the camera around, revealing a dark and bloody room, focusing on some steel tools before he panned over to Bucky.

The state of your husband shocked you, making you almost drop the phone. "James?" His face was bloody, cuts and scratches tore his cheeks and jawbone.

His wrists were red, blood dripping from them as the wire that held him down cut into his skin. a knife was sticking out of his thigh, and his chest was adorned with deep lacerations that even you could tell needed stitches.

"Doll?" He lifted his head. His blue eyes had lost the sparkle they had not only a day ago as he looked into the camera.

"Hi love," Tears streamed down your face as you looked at how much damage and torture he had been put through. "I'm so sorry. I promise we're gonna come find you okay? I promise." You hiccuped, sobbing as you watched him grimace in pain.

"Baby don't come. Send Steve. Please, don't come-"

Your husband was silenced with a punch as you yelped. "Stop! Brock, please." The video was taken off of Bucky and went back to Brock. You could still hear him groaning in pain in the background as your ex-boyfriend smirked.

"I'll let him go. But I need you to do one thing for me princess." You gulped, hearing Bucky scream and protest as loud as he could in the back.

"What?" Brock punched Bucky one more time, silencing him.

That only brought more tears to your eyes as you gulped, seeing him give you an evil smile. "You, for him." "You want me?" "I will let Bucky go, as long as I have you in my possession."

You bit your lip, thinking it over. Wondering about how you would even get away. But in the back of your mind, the schematics didn't matter. All that mattered was Bucky being free, even if that meant sacrificing yourself for it.

"Where do I meet you?"

You once again could hear Bucky protesting in the back but tried to keep a straight face while looking at Brock. He smiled again, "At the corner of East 96th and Park." You gulped, realizing how close that was. Brock must've known where your and Bucky's shared home was.

"And you promise you'll let Bucky go right?"

Brock nodded, "For old times sake princess."

You thought it over for a moment, before wiping the still wet tears on your cheeks. "What time?" "You'll meet my men over there in an hour and they'll drive you to the location." "No," You shook your head. "My husband gets dropped off before I even think about going with you." "Ahhh," Brock sighs, turning the camera back to Bucky before landing yet another hit against his already bleeding cheek. "That's not how this is gonna work, sweetheart."

"Okay! Stop!" You screamed, "I'll be there in an hour. Just please don't hurt him anymore."

"Sounds like a deal." Brock sneered, ending the Facetime.

You broke down, falling to your knees on Bucky's side of the bed, clawing onto the covers. You could still smell the faint scent of your husband. The musky pine and balsam were almost gone as you laid on his side all night, crying yourself to sleep.

You had to do this. Steve and Sam were no closer to finding or retrieving him. And you knew they wouldn't let you go alone, or go at all. You just had to find a way to sneak out without anyone noticing.

Thankfully you still had an escape route from when the house was being targeted by HYDRA's men and you needed to get out for your own sanity.

You realized you had been crying, staring at the framed picture of you and Bucky on your wedding day. Looking over at the clock, it was almost time to meet Rumlow.

You slipped on some black leggings, putting on a long-sleeved black shirt and a jacket. Opening Bucky's nightstand drawer, you grabbed the Glock he kept in there and two hand knives.

Slipping one knife into the holster under your shirt and the other one in your boot. Finally hiding the Glock in the back of your pants under the jacket.

Now all you had to do was slip out without Sam, Steve, or any of Bucky's men seeing you. You knew Steve had for sure put you on lockdown.

You opened your door, seeing one guy turn the corner at the end of the hall. You stealthy moved, closing your door behind you, and walked to the other end of the hall, opening the usually locked door to the armory.

Thank god Steve had unlocked it earlier when they thought they had a location.

Moving to the computer in the corner, you disabled the cameras that were placed on your and Bucky's bedroom door. Shifting over you scooted one of the gun racks out of the way, trying not to make too much noise as it revealed a hidden door behind.

You silently thanked Bucky's mom for making an escape door in the brownstone.

Unhooking the latches from the door, you slipped inside the small space and closed it behind you, carefully descending down the ladder. You jumped to the bottom, opening a door to the alley.

The steam from the subway got in your face as you locked the door behind you, blocking your view. You felt a hard hit on the back of your head as you fell to the ground on your knees. You touched the back of your head, feeling the sticky blood on your fingers.

Another hit made you fall all the way down as you rolled over, looking at who your attacker was. "N-Natasha?"

"Night night...doll." One final hit to your skull and everything went black.

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The first thing you felt was restraints holding your wrists down. Pounding in your head made you not want to open your eyes. But you could swear you heard someone yelling your name.

Lifting your head with as much strength as you could muster you wearily did, squinting.

"Bucky?" You mumbled, still out of it.

"Doll? Wake up, honey. You gotta look at me."

You opened your eyes more, seeing a bloody, tied-up Bucky in front of you. "James!" You tried to stand up but as you did wire cut into your wrists and ankles. "Ah!" You screamed in agony as you looked down at your wrists which were starting to bleed.

"Doll, don't move, okay? It only makes it worse." Your eyes shot back up to Bucky.

"Are you okay? Where is Brock?"

Bucky shook his head, "He hasn't been in since they brought you in here." "Natasha. She hit me in the head." You remembered, wincing.

"I know," Bucky groaned, "I'm gonna fucking kill her for betraying me." You felt your head pound again, making you groan in pain once again.

"What hurts, baby?" Looking Bucky in his eyes, you saw the worry and guilt he held for this. "It's okay. I'm okay." But he could see the pain your body held. Blood dripped down your neck from the back of your head. An open wound was still bleeding on your forehead, and your chest heaved up and down as you tried not to cry. He vowed to protect you and here you were, tied down and bleeding.

"I swear, I will get us out of here, doll. I promise." Bucky gave you the best smile he could when suddenly the door opened. Revealing Brock, and the traitorous redhead behind him.

You kept your head high, not showing your distaste as Rumlow grabbed the front of your neck with his hand, bringing his mouth to the shell of your ear.

Bucky however did, pulling on his restraints which only made blood drip from his wrists more. "Touch her again and I'll have your fucking head, Rumlow."

Bucky's threat only made Brock laugh as he removed his hand from your flesh, allowing you to take a much-needed breath.

"This is how this is gonna go, Barnes." Rumlow walked over to a table, picked up a pair of pliers, and walked back over to Natasha, handing the rusty tool to her.

"You're gonna tell me the codes to that locked safe you have in Moscow. You know the one."

Bucky gritted his teeth, watching how Natasha pulled up a chair, playing with your hand which was still tightly wired down.

"Or what?"

Brock looks over to Natasha, giving her a nod. The redhead puts the head of the pliers on your index finger, pulling it backward, slowly ripping your fingernail back; eliciting a guttural scream from your throat.

"Stop!!" Bucky screamed, but the torture continued. Blood poured from your finger as you pulled and tried to twist away. "Okay! Stop! I'll tell you anything! Stop!!"

The rusty metal was released from your hand as tears streamed down your face.

Rumlow pulled another chair up, sitting in between you and Bucky. "Now that wasn't so hard was it?"

Bucky's brows furrowed in concern, looking only at you. "Doll, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head, "It's not your fault, Buck."

"So, what are the codes?" Rumlow looked over to your husband as Natasha slipped iron knuckles onto her hand. "Don't tell him." You groaned out, knowing Bucky would lose everything he'd built if he gave that information away.

"Shut up!!" Natasha screamed, slamming her fist into your face, the iron weapon hitting your cheekbone and nose, causing your head to whip to the side. You screamed, more tears coming to your eyes as blood started to pour from your nose.

"Stop!" Bucky screamed, "She doesn't know anything! She doesn't have anything to do with this!!" "Oh, but you do." Brock stood, walking behind you and maneuvering your face to look right at your husband. Your chest heaved as you couldn't breathe from your nose without blinding pain. Blood dripped into your mouth and your right hand trembled.

"And this lovely specimen is your only weakness."

Bucky shook his head, "I'll give you everything, just let her go."

But Brock tutted, also shaking his head in disappointment, "I need collateral, Barnes."

"You won't get anything out of me if you hurt her."

Rumlow laughed, "Oh, I bet I will." Moving out of the way, Natasha stroked your face three more times with the weapon, knocking you unconscious.

A tear slipped down Bucky's cheek, "Please, stop. You can have everything." He pleaded, not being able to take his eyes off your beaten and broken body. A sob escaped his chest. He hadn't cried since the day of your wedding, and this was breaking him to his core.

Rumlow moved the chair in front of Bucky. "What's the code."

Bucky gulped, "The code.." He sighed, closing his eyes, "It's her birthday." Opening his eyes, he glared at Rumlow. "It's her birthday." Brock grinned evilly, "Now that wasn't so hard, was it?" Standing up, he threw the chair to the side, moving over to you and cutting all your restraints off.

You fell to the floor, startling you awake. However you didn't move, your body not being able to gather the strength.

"I gave you the codes, Rumlow! Let her go!" Brock turned back, Natasha and him both standing at the door. "You really think I would let you both out of here alive?" His head pulled back as he laughed. "Not a chance, Barnes." Natasha opened the door, and ten men walked through all with guns, lining up in a row. "This city is mine now."

Closing the door behind him and Natasha, a loud speaker squeaked. "You have thirty seconds to say your goodbyes before the firing squad shoots you both to pieces."

Bucky gulped in fear, not noticing you lifting your boot to grab the knife that was inside.

"Doll, you gotta get up!" Bucky shouted, watching you struggle to pull yourself to stand. The ten men readied their weapons, aiming at you and Bucky. You were surrounded.

Finally, you pulled your body up, hobbling over to him with the knife as you tried to cut the wire from his wrists. "You gotta get out of here, doll." You shook your head, "I'm not leaving you." Tears streamed down your face, hearing Rumlow count down. "I won't"

"Doll, please." Looking up at Bucky finally, you let out a sob you had been holding. Ten seconds left.

"I vowed to stay by your side, Buck." Looking back, ten guns pointed at you. You knew what you had to do. "Doll?"

You dropped the knife, straddling Bucky's lap in the chair, wrapping your arms around his neck, and protecting his vital organs with your body. "NO! Doll, please!!"

The men cocked their guns. "Doll!! Stop!! Get up!!"

You shook your head. "I won't let you die!!"

Suddenly bullets rang through the air, but you kept your head down, your body shook into Bucky's as you felt two bullets hit. You screamed, still attempting to hold onto your husband. Bucky sobbed, "Don't do this to me." You looked up, shakily holding his face in your hands, "I love you, James Barnes." Blood dripped from your mouth, "Till forever and always." "Doll, please."

Everything went black.

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I Didn't Want This Either

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"Can we talk?" Jack knocked on the window of Luke's car. He didn't like what he was going to ask Luke, but he needed to get the conversation over with.

"What's up?" Luke watched as Jack fiddled with the sleeve of his jacket.

Jack took a deep breath in, counted to five, before let out the inhaled air.

"I know this is never probably going to happen, but I just want to be prepared just in case. because you never know what could happen. and Addie agrees with me, for once, I know it's crazy.

"Jack spit it out."

"Now that I have two kids. I've been thinking more about what happens to them if something happens to us. And I think I want you to raise them if we can't." The older brother asked of the younger one.

"Jack, I don't know." Luke contemplated what he was being asked, which was really nothing, but he knew. "Isn't there anyone better for the job? Mom? Quinn?"

"No, Luke. Quinn and Liv have enough going on and Mom and Dad don't need to raising two little kids after the raised us." Jack explained. "Plus you're great with them and they love you so much. Please Lukey."

"Fine"

"Great! I'll add you to daycare pick up." Jack reached over to give his brother an awkward hug before they went on with their separate ways.

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"You're pretty." Jack chanced a glanced over at his beautiful wife. They had just dropped the kids off at daycare and were on their way to the rock.

"You're not too bad yourself Mr. Hughes" Addie said scrunching her nose at the man next to her.

"I'll talk to Luke or Nico today, maybe one of them can take the kids and we can have tonight." He kept looking back and forth from the road to his wife.

"Jack watch the road please." She clenched her jaw. There was traffic all around them, making her feel a bit nervous.

"What Ads? It's fine." Jack's eyes left the road again to look at his wife.

"Jack!"

Jack never saw the car until it was too late.

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"Shit. Shit. Shit." Luke jumped out of bed. He scrambled to get ready for practice when the brain fog cleared and he saw it was after 10 am already.

He was so late. His alarms must not have gone off or something, because he was never late for practice. And here he was going to be late for the first time in forever.

Luke chose to forgo his usual morning routine and caffeinated beverage, thinking it might give a chance to get to the practice facility faster.

He was almost there when the traffic started to picked up. There must have been an accident. All sorts of emergency vehicles were surrounding the area.

As Luke got closer to the heart of the situation he noticed a two crumpled up cars. A silver one and a very familiar looking green one.

Luke got a good long look at the wreck as he passed it. Two white sheets littered the ground, the car accident must have been that bad that people died.

That's why there was so much commotion.

He felt bad for the family that was going learn the news that they lost people they loved. Little did he know his phone was blowing up at the moment, messages and phone calls from his parents and brother, family members, teammates, and close friends with that specific news.

The now super late hockey player got to his destination only an hour later than he was supposed to be there. He thought it was a bit odd how the normally packed parking garage was near empty. Where was everyone?

"Luke what are you doing here?" Nico frowned at the defensemen who was trying to get ice ready as fast as he could.

"I know I'm late. I didn't set my alarm and then there was some big accident. I'll do extra of whatever you want. I'm sorry." Luke finishing up lacing his skates up. If he had been looking at Nico eye's went wide at the mention of the accident.

"Practice was cancelled a couple of hours ago."

"Why would they do that we have a game tomorrow?"

"The league is thinking of postponing it"

"Why?" he stopped what he was doing to look up at his captain. There was a feeling in the room, there was something seriously wrong.

Luke finally glanced around the empty locker room, it held the same odd feeling that the lot had.

"Um. Have you looked at your phone lately?" The older man scratched the back of his head nervously.

Luke furrowed his brows at the question. No, he hadn't looked at his phone, he had been a little busy trying to get there as quickly as he could, the action didn't feel necessary at the time.

But now a bad sinking feeling was telling him that maybe he should.

He had a total of 19 missed calls from him Mom, Dad, and Quinn alone. Not to mention the other various voicemails that completely filled the digital voicemail box was completely filled. On top of that there were over a hundred txt messages from a variety of people.

There was even a message from Jack, a simple heart emoji followed by an 'i luv ya bro,' that was timestamped hours before everything else.

"Nico, what's going on?" His voice hitched after he read a txt from Trevor that read 'i just heard about j. i'm so sorry.' When Luke looked up from the device he took note that Nico was now accompanied by their new coach and a few devils' personal.

"Luke you should call your parents back" The captain picked at the skin around his fingers.

"No just tell me. What's going on?" He thumbed through his device trying to decipher the

"Let's take this somewhere a little more private. Yeah?" The group of higher ups attempted to usher then to a different room a little more quiet and appropriate to have this conversation. Luke shook them off, wanting them to just spit it out.

"Say it Nico" Luke shook them off. He wanted Nico to just spit it out. He was tired of this go around and the hesitation

Nico sighed heavily. He didn't want to be the one to tell his friend the news, it would be better if it were coming from a family member, but they were all on there way to New Jersey at moment. So he had to do his best.

"There was an accident" Nico began to say. Luke felt his heart beat faster, and a pit forming in his stomach as he realized what Nico was telling him. Maybe this would have been better coming from his mom or dad, hell even Quinn.

"Jack and Addie were in the car-" Nico continued. That green car that look familiar. Jack had a green car.

"No no no no no no no." He covered his ears in an attempted to block out what Nico was telling him. This wasn't happening.

"they didn't make it." Nico finished. He put his hand on Luke's shoulder in an attempt to comfort him. The kind gesture didn't help anyeay as Luke grabbed the nearest garbage pail and emptied the contents of his stomach in it.

It was true. It couldn't be true. Jack wasn't dead. This was all just some sort of prank, a sick joke. Jack was going to walk around the corner and say sike.

He need to get out of there. Anywhere but there. He had this pain in chest, and it was hard to breath anytime he thought of his brother.

He got in his car and drove without a destination in mind. He drove and drove until he found himself in a deserted mall parking lot, not another car or person in sight.

Luke sat in his perfectly fine car and screamed. There wasn't anyone around, so no one would be able to judge him. Not that he cared. He needed to get his emotions out.

Why Jack? Why couldn't have been him? If only he had been on time today, maybe it would have been him in that accident and Jack would still be alive.

He had been receiving texts all day. Luke ignored all of them. A few people called, he ignored those too. Ellen had been calling him at least once every hour, but he still refused to talk to her.

There was one number that had been persistently calling him, even more than his mother had. Maybe she had gotten a hold of a phone and was calling from that. He didn't know, but he finally decided to answer the call.

"Hello, this is Kiya over at Happy Times nursery, am I speaking to Luke?" The very peppy and friendly lady ask.

"Yeah, I've been a little busy, what is this pertaining too?" He mumbled his reply confirming it was him.

"Good, good. We've been trying to reach Jack or Addie for a couple of hours now seein that it is well past pick up time for Lucy and Felix. We were just wondering if someone was on their way to retrieve them. They are our last kids for the night and we would like to go home."

Shit

Let me know what you guys think!

#luke hughes #jack hughes #luke hughes imagine #jack hughes imagine #luke hughes fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #nhl fic #Luke Hughes x reader

[rachelbrianne17]

"Worthy of your love"

Porgas D. Ace x female reader

Fluff/angst

Summary: Ace has been doubting himself lately, thinking that he isn't worthy of your love. You take matters into your own hands to comfort him and make him realize that he isn't his father.

@captainportgasdace

It was a hot day out on the grand line, and everyone on the Moby Dick took the nice day to relax. You were currently sitting on the deck with Marco and Thatch, playing a game of cards. Marco won once again.

"Marco!!! I'm convinced that you've been cheating!" Said Thatch, who had an annoyed expression on his face.

Marco laughs loudly. "Stop being such a sore loser"

Thatch dramatically stands up from his seat and yells, "WHAT DID YOU SAY YOU DAMN PINEAPPLE"

Meanwhile, you were just sitting there laughing historically at their actions, "You guys are idiots." At this point, your sides are aching with how much you've been laughing at them.

Marco all of a sudden goes quiet and just looks at you, "y/n, have you seen Ace today? He's normally glued to your side," Thatch nodded in agreement.

"Now that you mention it, he did disappear right after breakfast," you said thoughtfully. "He seemed a little off yesterday as well, I'll go and check on him," you said.

And with that, you got up and started looking throughout the ship. First, you checked the kitchen. Several pirates were eating their lunch, but no Ace in sight

Next, you checked the lounging/living space, but no Ace. He wasn't in any of the other rooms as well. So you head back out to the deck into the sun.

"Where could he be?" You thought to yourself. You start looking around every corner, nook, and cranny. Once again, no Ace in sight.

"Now, this is weird," you say out loud in a worried tone. He's normally by your side almost every hour of the day, and it's not like him to distance himself from everyone, especially you.

With that, you walk back inside and head in the direction of the commander's cabins. The hallway was dark, and the wooden floor creaked with every step you took. Finally, you reach his door and quietly knock.

"Ace, baby. Are you in here?" You say as you step inside. The room was dark, but you could see his figure sitting on the edge of his bed, with his elbows resting on his knees. His head was down. It looked like he was just staring into space. The sight made you worry.

When he saw you, he looked up and tried to give you one of his famous smiles but failed.

"Babe, is everything okay? You haven't been yourself since yesterday, " you said while walking towards him.

"Everything is just fine, my love," he said, trying to reassure you.

"No, I don't believe that. Baby, what's wrong?" You said while placing your hands on his shoulders, lovingly.

He sighed and looked down again, not being able to make eye contact with you. "y/n, why are you with me? I'm not deserving of your love, " he said with tears brimming his eyes.

With that, you sat down, holding his hands in yours. "Ace, what the hell makes you think that? You do deserve my love and everything in between!" You say with your throat closing up, it breaks your heart knowing that he's doubting himself.

"No, y/n. I fear that one day I'll turn into my father, and you will get hurt. I fear that one day you'll end up just like my mother, and I can't bear the thought of that, " he said with tears now streaming down his cheeks.

"Baby, you are not your father. You are your own man, the man that I fell in love with. I've stuck by you since the Spade Pirates for a reason. You're an incredible man with so much strength and love, and I'm going to stick by your side until the grave. You have the opportunity to not be like your father and to turn it all around, so don't think twice about not being worthy of my love because you deserve all of it, " you said with tears now streaming down your face.

Ace pulled you into a warm and loving hug. "I'm sorry that I've been worrying you, baby," he sighed. "It's just that these thoughts have been eating me alive lately, and I would never forgive myself if I ever hurt you"

You reach your hands out to wipe away his tears. "Ace, I'm here if you ever need anything, and please, for the love of God, let me know if something is ever bothering you," you say with a small smile on your face.

"Thank you, y/n. Thank you for loving me so much, " he said, trying to smile as well.

You sighed and stood up from the bed. "Now, then, let's get you something to eat since you haven't eaten anything since breakfast"

He stood up as well and gently grabbed your hand. "Yeah, I'M STARVING," he said dramatically back to his normal, silly, and goofy self.

And with that, you two walked hand in hand towards the kitchen

"God, I love him so much," you thought to yourself with a smile on your face.

At the same time, Ace thought to himself. "Damn, how did I get so lucky?" With a shit eating grin on his face.

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That's it!!!!!

I hope everyone enjoyed it!!!!

It's only the second thing I've written, and it's not the greatest, lol

Let you know how you liked it, and I'll write some more and over time I'll make them a bit longer❤️

#fire fist ace #portgas d ace #ace one piece #one piece x reader #portgas d ace x reader #fanfiction

[unluckilyimnot]

Listen, sooo...

I just saw a really cute tiktok and what would you say about the furin boys buying flowers, a little heart and this stuff as a suprise because she/they/...(?) Often baked something for him for example and when they give the gifts to their partner they start crying but like happy tears.

Like the previous partners didnt care enough for romance and this gesture is making them like really happy.

Hope you have a nice morning/day/night ♡

Gifts - sakura, suo, nirei, umemiya

m.list | rules

Note: hiii you're the first person to ask with them I'm so happy hihi that's very very cute and I like those kinds of base thank you so much!! Suo is maybe a bit ooc I'm sorry

Sakura

Sakura spent a lot of time in front of that stupid flower shop before finally getting in and finding what he was looking for.

For the past few weeks, his mind was busy with you and all the things you do for him without getting anything in return. That's when Suo and Nirei suggested to get you flowers as a gift, to show that he cared as well.

But Sakura never had to do anything like this and he was now waiting outside your school, a few meters away from the entrance, with a small but cute bouquet.

He could feel the gaze people were sending him and did his best to ignore it, reminding himself how it's important for you, so he doesn't have to be embarrassed of it.

When he finally catches sight of you walking out, he rushes to you. Trying his hardest to hide it behind his back to surprise you. Your eyes widened when he tended to you, looking away shyly, urging you to take it already.

"For the cookies you make all the time... We all love it. And, wait hey !"

The time his eyes fell on you again, tears built up in your eyes and were almost falling down your cheeks. He almost lost his grip on the bouquet in the rush to check on you, panic rushing through his body.

Why were you crying suddenly? Wasn't it supposed to make you smile?

He felt betrayed for a second before he noticed the smile on your lips. Shaking your hand to him to try to calm him you ended up giggling at his reaction.

"It's nothing, don't worry it's beautiful !" You said, as if you read his mind. "My previous partner didn't really care... so I'm just emotional."

His face softened and he got closer, pushing it into your hands this time.

"You shouldn't cry over this. I'll get you something better next time" he speaks his mind with a blush all over his cheeks. He looked away, not bold enough to stare at you after saying something like this. And you're reminded why you fell I'm love with him.

Suo

Suo notices for sure all the efforts you put in baking, or even cooking for him, and the gentleman that he has to pay you back. And make you feel as loved as he does every time he realizes the time you spend just to make him happy.

That's why on this Saturday, he arrived at your grandparents' place for your usual date with gifts in a bag.

You smiling at him makes his life easier and he's scared he's not doing enough to show you that. Keeping your pace with you, he still greets your grandma in the living room before going to your room.

As you sit on your bed, ready to tell him to join you, he tends you the bag with both hands.

"It's for you." He smiles, taking a close look at your reaction. "For all the things you do for me."

He didn’t know what he was expecting, but seeing you crying as the emotion got complicated on your face and you opened all the small gifts he got you wasn't on the list for sure.

You mumble something he couldn't get, about your ex but that's the only words he heard. Finally taking a seat next to you, he took your hands on his while brushing away your tears.

"I didn't hear you, my dear, what did you say ?"

"My ex never cared about that, so I'm just a bit overwhelmed," you sniffed why leaning slightly in his touch. You swear you could see his eyes softened as if he was already looking at you like the most precious things in the world.

Leaning in to kiss your lips, you could feel him smile, before he rested his forehead against yours.

"I have to make it up for that then."

 Nirei

"(Name) !" You jolted in surprise by the loud voice you know too much suddenly screaming.

Nirei has been looking for you all day, not remembering you mentioned you were busy helping Kotoha today. When it came back to his mind, you were on a break, taking a coffee with her. Both of you turned surprised to him but soon smiled at his relaxed expression. He must have run around the town just to find you.

“What are you carrying Nirei ?” asked Kotoha, laying a bit more on the counter. “It seems heavy. It’s from the citizens ?”

“Not at all ! Well, part of it no.” he giggled, a small blush showing up. He walked to you who hasn't spoken a word for the moment and handed the small, white bag to you. “It’s for you !”

Your eyes widened and you looked at him as if he was some kind of alien. For you ? 

“Me ?” The look in your eyes tells him all he has to know but he only nodded at you. 

“Yep, for all the time you baked for me !” 

Carefully taking the bag, you found all types of little things, from candy, charms for your phone to a new necklace and a card with a small note on it. As you looked at all those things you like so much, you felt tears coming to your eyes, burning a little, before your eyes fell on the note. You choked on your laughter and looked up to not ruin your makeup. 

Covering your face with your hand, you finally got up to take the very much puzzled Nirei. He was probably thinking of what he had done wrong, even though you were just so happy about it. 

“Thank you so much, Nirei. I never thought you’d love it so much.”

He couldn’t bring himself to ask anything, simply holding you closer. His heart’s lighter now that he heard you laugh.

Umemiya 

Since Umemiya heard you talked about your ex with Tsubakino, he was thinking of a way to make it up for you. He’s still upset that you were treated so poorly compared to what you do for others and desperately wishes to make you feel appreciated this time. 

He already had, what he thought, an idea, but he didn’t want you to guess so he had to organize it all somewhere you know. Not that he minded much. 

That’s why when he heard the rooftop’s door open behind him, he couldn’t wait to see your reaction. 

“Hajime ?” you looked around for him. “Why did you make me come this late, nobody’s there and- oh.” You stopped, a rather blank face at first as you looked around all the things he made up. 

Garlands were falling around the small space he used to eat with his friends, all kinds of food you liked on the table from what you could see and a small bag on the corner as well. You stayed silent for a second, mouth agape. Blinking a few times, your eyes finally fell on him. 

He had a huge, satisfied smile on his face, almost making you blush at the fondness dripping from it. He was patiently waiting for you to open your mouth to talk, rather than eating mosquitoes. 

“You prepared all of that ?” 

“Yep!”

“What for ?” you giggled nervously as you got closer, amazed, looking more carefully to what was on the table.

“Thank you. Because you’re always there for me, helping me, even cooking for me.” he explained calmly as he followed you around, half a step behind you. “You deserve it.” 

You choked on your laughter, feeling the tears coming to your eyes as he kept talking. “I don’t.” 

“Yes you do.” Before you could turn around, two strong arms wrapped around you, pulling you to his chest. Resting his head on yours, you muffled you cried in your hand but you could tell he was smiling. He must feel proud of himself, and he should. 

“That’s perfect, Hajime. Thank you so much.” your voice cracked, but you didn't really care. The ffelingof his hug tightening around you was enough.

Let me know if you liked it !

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[riki-riks-chick]

hihi 🙋🏻‍♀️

this may seem like an odd request but ill try my best to explain it 😭 have you ever watched jennifers body? Could you please write reader with a personality like Jennifer Check with a Heeseung boyfriend? like not related to the initial lore but more of a just overly confident hot girl who everyone wants but can’t have, with her gloomy tall boyfriend?

sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭

Sunshine And Rain ┃L.HS

antisocial!heeseung x overlyconfident!reader

heeseung is a bit of a loser and feels he's not cool enough for his popular girlfriend

fluff! small kisses, self-doubt, reassurance, yn loves her loser bf, grumpyxsunshine trope kinda

wdct: 2k

ty for the request i kinda like this one 💚

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Third Person POV~

Nights in Hongdae were always some of the best. You could walk around in whatever skimpy clothes you dared to put on, and no one would question it. You could also drink your ass off without any worries because it's the weekend and you don't have to get up for work the next morning.

Your friends invited you out, telling you all about how you guys could have so much fun if everyone brought their boyfriend to make sure you guys were safe the whole night.

You were especially excited because you had finally convinced your boyfriend to go out with you. He wasn't thrilled of course, but you promised not to force him to be social, and he agreed.

You're currently at the second club of the night and its 10pm. Heeseung has probably only had a few drinks, but you're well over tipsy.

You were sitting at the bar together, though Heeseung was hardly paying attention to you, and some man came up to you.

"Aren't you a pretty little thing?..." He smiled and you rolled your eyes. "Sorry, I'm taken. Sorry for you though, I'm not sorry I'm taken.." You respond cockily and the man scoffs. "I don't see a boyfriend around."

"He's right here." You gesture towards Heeseung who's to your right, turning to stare at the man attempting to court you, his hand is resting lightly on your waist. "Yeah, like this loser is your boyfriend. What are you a hooker? Do you sleep with losers like him for cash?"

Heeseung's hand tightens against your hips before he pulls back, standing up from his chair. "If I were you, I'd walk away." His voice was low, and deep. You'd always get excited whenever he got jealous or protective.

The man clearly wasn't taking you or Heeseung seriously because he scoffed out a laugh, taking another sip from his drink. "Listen, sweetheart... I'm not convinced by whatever this is that you and this boring fellow are up to.. Come home with me and I'll show you a real good time.."

Heeseung sighs against your ear, grabbing the man by the collar as you grab his wrist, simply shaking your head. You then push Heeseung behind you, glaring at the man. "Listen here... You're the real fucking loser and if you don't take your dumb ass away from me in the next five seconds, I'll find your facebook page and tell your wife that you like to spend time trying to fuck other people's girlfriends." You speak straight up and forward, making the man's eyes widen. "Wife? I don't have a wife!"

"Says the ring on your finger. Now fuck off." You then grabbed Heeseung's hand, pulling him towards the dance floor, your drink clutched in your right hand. He made sure to grab your clutch when you started tugging on his arm.

"Baby.. You know I don't like dancing.. It's too crowded.." Heeseung speaks into your ear, making sure you can hear him over the bass of the loud music. You simply pull him closer, taking another sip of your cosmo. "Hee, baby.. That's the fun part. You get an excuse to be pressed against me in public without anyone noticing or caring."

He simply chuckled at your slurred explanation, spinning you around so he could pull your back to his chest. He held your hips gently, swaying you against him. "I don't deserve you.."

"Oh shut up, if I wasn't dating you I'd be with some perverted asshole who only wants to fuck me." You reassure, reaching back to place your hand on his nape, making him rest his head against your shoulder.

"Why didn't you wear the outfit I picked out for you?" You finally question and Heeseung chuckles, pressing a soft kiss to your neck. "The shirt was too brightly colored, and the pants were uncomfortable.." He mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzles against your neck. "Baby.. The shirt was light blue. That's not bright. You need to wear something other than black for once."

"I like the clothes I wear." He responds, and you can tell there's a pout in his voice. You simply smile, ruffling his hair. "If you like it, so do I.."

The night continues on as Heeseung continues to follow you and your friends around Hongdae. He's been mostly silent tonight except for his small conversations with you. On occasion he exchanged a few words with your best friend's boyfriend, only because he'd met him before and felt it would be rude to ignore someone he knew.

Once it hit midnight, you decided to part from your friends, not wanting to overwhelm Heeseung too much.

He took you to a convenience store to get you some water, and a hangover drink before simply just walking with you. Pretty street lights illuminating the streets, nicely colored signs all around you. Your hand is in his and he's smiling at you. Nights out are always so much better when he's with you.

There are a few stragglers walking around and Heeseung can tell that all eyes are on you as you walk by.

You've been dating for almost two years now, and he feels like he should be used to it, but he doesn't like that he never has you to himself. And it's not your fault because you're naturally outgoing and confident, it has nothing to do with how pretty you are. He's extremely lucky to be with not just the prettiest girl, but the most lovely and caring girl as well.

You've always been genuine with Heeseung, defending him whenever anyone tried to question why such an outgoing girl was with such an introverted guy. He fell harder each time you explained that his social life didn't matter as long as you were apart of it.

And now he's watching you walk confidently, heels sounding delightfully against the pavement. He doesn't even know how you're still wearing heels when you've been walking and dancing in them for hours now.

He's pulled from his thoughts when he feels you stop walking. "Heeseung... Do you wanna hang out in this cafe for a little while? It's been awhile since we've been to this cafe together.."

He couldn't say no to you if he tried, so he nodded, opening the door for you and letting you walk in. Even though it had been a long time since the two of you had been here, he still knew your order by heart. He ordered for the both of you before leading you to a quiet booth in the corner. He let you sit down before sliding in beside you.

"Did you have fun tonight?..." He questioned, wanting to start a conversation with you after being mostly silent. "I did.. But I was worried about you.." You reply, glancing up at him. He raises an eyebrow. "Why? I've been okay.."

"I feel bad dragging you around with me sometimes.. I know you don't really like clubbing.. Plus all the guys that approach me. I don't like when people disrespect you." You take his hand in yours, squeezing it gently as he smiles, leaning in to kiss your cheek. "Baby, you don't have to feel bad. I'd do anything for you, you know.. It doesn't bother me when other guys try to talk to you.. You're a very wonderful woman, and I can't blame them.."

You smile at his words, giving him a kiss. "You're always so sweet, Heeseung... But really, I promise that next weekend I won't go clubbing.. It'll just be us. Okay?" He nods, caressing your cheek. "Okay then, we'll do that."

The two of you spend the next hour in the cafe, talking and laughing together. When you finally get up to leave, the barista stopped you. "Hey, could I get your number?"

You simply scoffed, grabbing Heeseung's hand before leaving the cafe. Heeseung was slightly shocked. Usually you'd come up with some cocky response to turn guys down, but you simply walked away.

You were quiet afterwards, and Heeseung didn't know what to say. You stayed silent until the two of you finally got back home.

You kicked your heels off at the door, dropping your coat, which Heeseung gladly picked up for you.

"Heeseung, I'm gonna shower.. Do you wanna join?" You asked, glancing back at him as he followed you towards your bedroom. He simply nodded, setting your coat on the dresser, his own following.

You disappeared into the bathroom, taking off your makeup while Heeseung set out some clothes for the two of you to wear after showering.

He then joined you in the bathroom, turning on the shower before pulling his shirt over his head.

He then moved to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist as he nuzzled into the crook of your neck.

You smiled, finishing taking off your makeup before washing your face.

Heeseung's hands were already working on unzipping your skirt, tugging it past your hips to let it hit the floor. He then pulled your shirt over your head, dropping it as he turned you around to face him, pressing his lips softly against yours.

You kissed back, sliding your hands up his sides as he cupped your jaw, tugging you closer.

Eventually he pulled away, kissing your forehead. You finished undressing before stepping into the shower. The water was warm and you already felt so much relief from the slight headache you had.

Heeseung pressed you against the wall, catching you completely by surprise as you stared up at him. "What?..."

"What's the matter? You're never this quiet.." He mumbles, his tone filled with worry. You simply sigh, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "I'm fine. I'm just tired." Your excuse is definitely not going unnoticed by Heeseung, he shakes his head, cupping your cheek. "Are you upset with me?.. I'm sorry if it's embarrassing having people talk about you because of me.." He asks, saying the words with no expression.

"Heeseung, I'm not embarrassed of you. And I'm definitely not upset with you. Stop saying nonsense." You speak firmly, gripping his wrist as he nodded. "Okay.. I'm sorry." He apologizes, smiling weakly as he pulls away.

You tug him back by his hips, staring up at him. "Now you seem upset... Hee, baby.. You know that I love you no matter what others think. Right?"

He nods, though the motion seems hesitant, and you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "If it makes you feel better, I won't force you into coming with me anymore.." You suggest, but he shakes his head. "I enjoy being with you, I just wish I wasn't such a loser.. That way people would think that you have a cool boyfriend.. Someone who's not afraid to have fun or socialize.."

His words make you scoff. You cup his cheeks, pulling him closer so he was only a few inches away. You kissed his forehead before pulling back to stare into his eyes. "Lee Heeseung.. I don't give a fuck about what others think.. I only care about you. And I like that you're a little boring at times, it's a good contrast for me.. You're like the rain to my sunshine.. You're perfect and nothing will ever change that.."

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ive never seen Jennifer's Body so I hope I displayed yn's personality right 🫣

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen hyung line #enhypen heeseung #enhypen soft headcanons #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #heeseung soft thoughts #heeseung soft hours #heeseung angst #lee heeseung x reader #lee heeseung #heeseung enha #enha heeseung #heeseung headcanons

[exhuastedpigeon]

Bobby flat lines in the hospital when they extubate him and then we cut to Bobby in all white, in a white, kind of misty room by himself.

Suddenly he hears a voice he hasn't heard in over a decade and he turns to see Marcy standing there, looking not like the last time he saw her when she was in the hospital, but instead looking alive and beautiful and happy.

"You're not done yet, Bobby," She says, putting a hand on his cheek. "You aren't done yet."

And Bobby realizes that's true. He spent so many years trying to make up for what he did, but it's taken him until just now to realize that he actually wants to live. He thought the only thing he wanted was to see his family again and he does want to see them again, but he's not ready to say goodbye to the family he found along the way.

But he still doesn't want to say goodbye to Marcy.

"I'm sorry. Marcy I'm so sorry."

"I know you think it was your fault, but you didn't start that fire," Marcy says.

"I don't want to leave you again," Bobby feels tears on his face.

"You aren't leaving forever," Marcy kisses him. "We'll be here waiting for you when it's your time. You are not done yet Bobby Nash."

"I love you. I'll never stop loving you."

"I know you won't," Marcy's smile isn't sad like he expected it to be. He hears laughter behind him and sees Brooke and Bobby Junior. "We'll never stop loving you either."

Bobby holds his kids in his arms, he hugs Marcy to his chest, and he knows that he'll see them again. He knows one day they will welcome him home with open arms, that one day he'll have both of his families together.

But today he needs to get back to his second family, the family who found Bobby when he was at his lowest and helped pull him to higher ground. The family that knows all of Bobby's sins and loves him anyway.

He closes his eyes and takes a breath. When he manages to blink his eyes open he sees Athena standing next to him, eyes wet as she watches him.

"You are not done yet, Bobby Nash," She says and all Bobby can do is blink at her, his eyes wet, and breathe. "I love you. I'm so glad you came back to me - to us."

And behind her he sees the rest of his family. May and Harry of course, but also Buck and Hen and Eddie and Chim. Maddie and Christopher. All of the people that chose Bobby and Bobby chose right back.

Marcy and Athena were right, he's not done yet.

#911 #911 spec #bobby nash #911 spoilers #911 abc #firefam

[lazyneonrabbitt]

Monster outside the walls

Daryl Dixon x reader

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

There was a monster lurking behind the walls.

It was one of the first things that your new community made clear. The man with the prosthetic hand made sure you knew all the details.

Although it never attacked unprovoked, it was extremely territorial and felt no remorse when it came to harming trespassers.

So without thinking twice you found yourself in the woods foraging the next day, telling the guard you knew your way around and slipping out the gate with a sturdy bag and lunch.

You made your way from plant to plant, taking whatever you identified as edible or medicinal with the help of your notebook. A squeaking noise kept distracting you and had you worry about walkers coming towards it, so you set out to find the source.

A trapped squirrel tugging at the line it got caught in, desperately trying to free itself.

While you preffered to set it free, you couldn't help but think bringing back a squirrel would gain you some points back at your new home.

It pained you to kill it, but you had to in order to keep foraging. Wrapping it up in a cloth you put in on the bag and went on with your task, not long after coming across a large plant filled with berries.

"Shit, gotta be my lucky day." With a smile you went up to it, plucking whole vines full of clustered berries. You were so fpcused on picking out the best ones you hadn't noticed something moving closer and jumped ten feet in the air when you were touched.

"Enough."

You froze. Too scared to turn around when a mangled voice spoke from directly bwhind you, unable to see anything from the corners of your eyes.

You slowly raised your hands in defeat. "I.. I'll give you my bag. I didn't know.. I'm sorry." You went to reach to take off your bag, but stopped and jerked back into position when a loud snap of teeth sounded right next to your ear, a hot breath flowing past your cheek.

"Turn."

Without changing your posture you tiptoed around to come face to face with a maw of sharp teeth under a curled up lip.

You still had some berries in your hand, ever so slowly lowering it with your palm up to show it was just berries and offer some. It seemed to take the edge off.

After a few sniffs you watched as its tongue darted out to lap up some of the berries in your hand, hearing a sizzle and a loud yelp as it pulled back and pawed at its tongue.

In a panic you dropped your bag, following it to the ground and digging for your water canteen and unscrewing it, offering it to the animal.

A quick paw reached out but stopped at the sight of you still holding it. With a paw shake and a growl it looked like it tried to speak, but being too hurt to do so. What happened?

You set the canteen down on the ground and sat back to watch the large paw grab at it and pour the contents over what looked like a burn wound.

"What happened?" You watched the animal gulp down the whole canteen, its ears perking up as it realized it was all gone and carefully placed it back in front of you.

"S'rry."

You watched the creature in front of you. It didn't look like how the residents had described it at all. Yes, there were shining blue eyes and an angry red scar, but no sharp death bringer claws or muddy, spiky fur. The look in its eyes also didn't hold anger, instead it held curiosity.

"You're the monster of these woods? The one everyone talks about?"

A slow nod and confirming hum was all you got, seeing its tongue still hurt.

"I'm sorry for hurting you. I didn't mean to, even though I don't really know what happened.." you had taken the canteen and were screwing the cap back on while the creature sat up across from you. A large clawed finger pointed to your hand, carefully tapping your finger, just below the ring you wore. "Thilver."

He-- Yeah, he was still smacking his tongue, looking annoyed by the burn. "Hurth me."

"Oh, wait." You took the ring between your fingertips and took it off, slipping it into your pocket. "There, all good now." You held up your hands and showed him, no more rings.

"Why do tha'?" The question left you feeling strange. He said himself it hurt him, so why wouldn't you take it off?

"So I won't accidentally hurt you again?" It came out as a question but it really wasn't. "You're not like they say. I'm still here, and you talk!" That last bit came out maybe a little too excited, as you got a huff in return. "I'm sorry."

"S'fine. Yer new. Friendly. Not ruined." His voice was gruff and deep, it fit the way he looked.

You followed his movements as he sniffed and moved closer to your bag. Reaching to open it and stick his whole head in it, causing you to laugh."Hey! Come on I spent all day gathering that!" You pulled the bag off his head and watched as he finished chowing down the squirrel you took.

"Tha' was mine." He licked his lips, maw wide open and you could only stare in awe as he just seemed to have swallowed the thing whole.

"Okay. Yeah, fine you have that." With a quick shrug you moved on from the squirrel and checked the contents of your bag before closing it. You had enough to call it a successful day and felt like it was time to head back. You made sure to apologize again before running off.

He watched from his spot, sensing how interested you were in his being and stalking after you to make sure you got home safe. Only when you were past the gates and it was fully closed he retreated back to his home.

You wanted to go back.

You were going back. Giving some kind of excuse of needing more of those berries to make jam and desserts seemed to have worked and you were back out again.

Tracing your steps wasn't even needed, being almost pounced on by a massive canine beast that clearly wasn't thinking and had you shriek as he appeared out of nowhere.

Your sounds were cut off quickly as a large padded hand covered your mouth and you were pressed against a furred chest.

Once you realized what position you were in and it suddenly clicked what your companion was you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. “Holy shit werewolf.”you mumbled against his palm, hands finding his and pulling it away and give you a chance to turn around to face him.

Well, his chest. Seeing him stand up at full height made you feel so small and weak, but it also made you feel safe.

The one thing the people around you feared more than walkers or other humans was friendly with you, and pulled you out of sight from the guards that could have shot upon hearing your scream.

“Yer righ’. Bu’ an idiot.” You were too busy staring at his build, his huge paws and the fur you wanted to so desperately brush the tangles out of.

Oh man, your mind was racing with questions and comments and words that should never ever leave your mouth if you wanted to keep the title of friendly lady.

“What does your human self look like?” The words were out of your mouth the second you thought them, earning you a deep, rumbling chuckle. With a grin he moved to turn, crouch back down and padded off in the direction where you met him the day before. He walked past the plant with the berries and hopped into a large ditch some moments later.

“Real nice of you to take a path I can take too, jackass.” You stood pouting with your arms crossed. You were given an eye roll and a huff before you watched him move closer to the slope and hold out his arms. “No claws, jump.”

You calculated the risks and took a few steadying breaths before facing your fear and jumping, almost believing you failed until you collided with strong muscle.

Again you felt the heat rise in your cheeks and quickly moved off him and busied yourself with looking around. “C’mon, ‘ere.” By the time you turned around he had started moving already and you followed suit. After a few turns you approached a large, old tree that must have been almost a century old. Its roots were so strong it kept the tree upright over the end of the ditch you walked through. Underneath the tree was a hollow area, roots separated to form the walls and the tree itself was the centre of the roof.

“Wait, you live here?” There was a pile of mismatched fabrics on the ground all the way in the back, and what looked like a suitcase covered in dust and sand. The other signs of life were some picked clean bones and tufts of feathers and furs scattered around.

You followed his movements as he padded through the dirt and took a blanket , shook it out and wrapped it around his middle before taking deep breaths and changing.

He changed from giant wolf beast to a man, a man with just as bright blue eyes and long messy hair. The grey furred chin was the same as before, and now you saw scars and tattoos that were hidden beneath fur earlier.

Your jaw hung open in awe, staring at the man in front of you who cleared his throat before speaking. "Yer momma never teach ya starin's rude?"

"Not staring. Appreciating." The soft chest you ran into was practically inviting you to come have a squeeze.

"Yer droolin'." You caught his half smile and wiped at your mouth in response, finding it dry as can be.

"Not from those lips, sunshine." With his arms crossed over his chest he peeked downward for a second before meeting your eyes again. "Yer hopeless. Turn 'round I'll get sum clothes."

You did as told and turned away, listening to his rummaging and only turning back after you were given the okay.

After some jokes about you getting your hormones in check and exchanging names the topic went back to more serious matters.

"Humans ne'er like wha' they don't get. Always shootin' first 'stead of askin' questions. S'why 'm out 'ere. 'N not in there." He nodded towards the large walls surrounding Alexandria. "Had ta change ta keep walkers away. Sum folk didn' like the idea of sharin' a home with a monster.."

You hated what he told you. Such a selfless gesture being welcomes by banishing him for being different? How dare they?

You contemplated staying with him out here, giving him some company but you'd need more clothes and supplies to survive. You had to go back home for that first.

With a glance around the place you realized you'd already spent hours longer out here than planned and shot up in a panic. "Shit! I really gotta go back, I'm sorry." You scurried around grabbing your bag and turned to leave, getting something tossed at the back of your head on your way out.

"Keep tha', s'cold out." He got up and rummaged around while you draped that same blanket he had on earlier around your shoulders. It smelled like him and it warmed you perfectly.

"Bye, Daryl. See you later." With a wave you walked off, and Daryl watched until you were out of view.

He stripped and turned back into his beast shape and trotted after you for a bit before turning towards the smell of wild animal.

You were almost at the gate when rustling leaves caught your attention and turned to look, seeing bright blue eyes staring and inviting you back. "Come on, I'm late already.." but he didn't try to keep you there at all. He held a young deer between his teeth and dropped it at your feet. "S'rry. 'Scuse fer bein' away long." He nudged the deer closer until you picked it up and took it with you, thanking him once again.

Daryl kept his eyes on you from a safe distance until you were gone within the walls.

But the welcome gift of deer wasn't as well accepted as you had hoped it would be, the fabric around your shoulders being grabbed with force as the man's face got closer. "You stole from the beast? You're gonna get us all killed! That what you want, to lose another home?" His yelling caught the attention of others, gathering around and sending you into a panic and unwrapping the fabric from your body before running home.

Back home you were upstairs in your bedroom with the door closed when knocking sounded. Carol announced herself and peeked in, a pout on her face on seeing you curled up on the bed. "I came to bring this back." She stepped in with your blanket folded neatly over her arm. "Bold move, brining back Daryl's blanket and one of his kills." The smile on her face of amusement thanks to your shock at hearing Daryl’s name.

“He’s my best friend. We met years ago and traveled together until we got here.” She had made her way over to sit beside you on the bed and continued her tale. “Me and some others tried to fight for him to stay, but it wasn’t enough. He’s too stubborn to try and come back.” She talked about their old adventures, from a camp in Atlanta to a farm where he brought her a flower when Carol lost her daughter, and then the prison and its difficulties all the way up to their arrival in Alexandria. It was deep in the night when she left, having told all of her stories and having listened to what you shared of meeting Daryl twice now.

You felt like Carol would do anything to get her friend back and it made you feel less crazy for hoping he’d be coming home with you one day.

It was a few days after you and Carol shared about your friendship with the monster outside the walls and new people had come into the community. Seeing Carol was assigned to show them around and be their person to go to in need, and you were hanging out with her a lot because of your newfound friendship you were around the new people a lot as well.

You didn’t trust them. Everyone else seemed to like them but you and Carol had a bad feeling about them. But who would believe the monster’s best friends? You were almost labeled the crazy lady, to a point of Carol being asked why she let you hang out with her.

Meanwhile you and Carol had made plans to go see Daryl again, and left early in the day to go foraging and meet him near his home.

“Hey, Pookie.”

You saw Daryl's ears perk up at the nickname, immediately turning around to greet Carol and be surprised to see you too.

"Pookie? The big bad wolf in the woods is called Pookie?" You could barely hold back your laugh, smiling widely behind your hands as Daryl walked up and nudged you with a grumble. "Cute, Carol."

He took a whiff of you two, and then some more and stepped back with an angry growl. "Ya smell of wolf." His lips curled up in anger as you two went to give each other a shocked look. "Those new guys?"

"I bet. Let's go." Without another word you turned to rush back home, Daryl hot on your trail all the way to as close to the gate as he could get.

To your luck there were friendly guards on duty that disn't question your lack of game or other resources.

You were barely at Carol's place when further in the back of the community you heard people scream, making a quick run through her home for silver weapons and rushed to the scene where four large beasts were tearing through the pantry. You saw guns raised, but no one dared to take a shot at the giant monsters that were currently eating their fill, chowing down months worth of rations in moments until a shot sounded from next to you and one wolf went down in an instant. It writhed on the ground, letting out horrifying sounds before going limp against the concrete.

Carol held a handgun, intricately carved and clearly not from the community's supply.

"Gift from Daryl. For emergencies."

The three remaining beasts rose from their spots, readying for attack as the community members ran for their lives and you readied your own weapons when an idea arose.

"DARYL!!" You screamed in your best panicked voice, praying he heard you and would come running.

As you hid behind a wall, Carol added her own yells to summon your friend.

Like clockwork a loud howl came from behind you that pulled the others' attention away from the residents.

Daryl was quick to shield you and Carol, ignoring the screams of protest frkm onlookers who now hid and stared between the two sides of the fight.

Carol held one of the three in her sight, gun at the ready while your eyes followed another, large silver blade in hand.

Daryl kept his gaze on the largest of three enemies in front of him, circling in a way he stayed in front of his two humans when one of them took a leap forward, jumping up with claws extended. It managed to barely pass Daryl who had his attention on the leader and pounced right onto you, who in a panic cowered down behind the blade in your hands. The last thing you saw was Carol's eyes widening in fear.

It took a second before you realized the darkness wasn't the end, but thick fur covering your vision. Loud ringing had you disoriented and warmth ran all over your arms and torso.

You tried to move but a sharp pain in your ahoulder stopped you from trying, letting out a pained scream.

Another gunshot sounded, muffled by the thing on top of you that second later gor pulled away, revealing a dead wolf. Your blade stuck awkwardly through his torso and Carol's knife at the base if his skull.

Carol helped you out from underneath the beast and sat you down off to the side, earning a worried look from Daryl who in his moment of distraction got a full jaw to the side. You saw him being tackled to the ground by the last living beast, his pained howl tearing through the community.

You shot up, trying to rush in to help but the grip Carol had on you prevented it.

"You're not going anywhere. You need your arm fixed." She made quick work of wrapping the wound up to take you to the infirmary but you refused to leave Daryl alone, not trusting the other residents to not shoot him as soon as the other one was dead. "Fine." Carol gave you her kindest smile before rushing off to find someone to patch up your arm, leaving her gun with you. "Don't waste bullets. Emergencies only."

On the other end of the street, Daryl had just been thrown down, his side bleeding from a huge bite wound. He staggered, growling loudly qnd trying to keep up the tough act against the now limping other wolf. It was clear they were on equal grounds, and no bystander had yet dared to back up the one who was actively protecting them.

Daryl was breathing heavily, counting on his ability to dodge rather than attacking in hope to tire out his oponent, but with how much they ate just now that could take a while. He needed a better plan, running around the place and hiding behind crates and walls wasn't doing it. He hated never having lived in the place long enough to learn the ins and outs, needing to rely on quick thinking. It took more effort than hoped, and Daryl could feel the wound on his side protesting bht he made it to the roof of the next door's porch. He listened for the other, following where he started to climb on and against all better judgement pounced at him, taking him off the building and back down on the ground. The angle of the jump made the beast's back land right on the curb, letting out a pained scream as Daryl took the opportunity to bite down on his throat, snapping his jaws shut and breaking the skin before shaking his head and tearing open the monster's neck.

Spitting out the furred piece of flesh, Daryl swayed as he stepped away from the body and dropped only a few steps in.

Now you and Carol did appear at his side in seconds, looking at the large wound on his side that wasn't yet healing.

"Can you hand me the alcohol?" Carol's voice pulled your from spiraling into the worrying thoughts racing your mind and moved to grab the medkit for her while she moved clumps of fur out of the wounds. Daryl was breathing heavy, gaining looks from men who passed by on their way to clean up the dead bodies.

While Catol worked to clean his wounds you were sat with his head in your lap, petting his fur and talking to him about everything you could think of per Carol's instructions. "You know, you're really soft. So warm, it'd be amazing to have you over during winter." You were running out of topics by the time the cleanup was scrubbing floors and repairing the damage done to the pantry. Everyone still avoided Daryl who you hadn't been able to move yet. He was getting worried looks from people now, instead of disgust.

A young girl carefully walked up to you, hands behind her back as she looked at you three with big, sad eyes. "Can your doggy have this?" She moved her hands and held out a portion of meat. "He looks sad. When I'm sad mommy gives me a snack. Can I give him a snack?"

You gave the girl a sweet smile and allowed her to give Daryl some meat and watched as she carefully held out her hand close to his face. With a slight lift of his head Daryl lapped at the meat before ever so carefully taking it out of the girl's hand, making her giggle and run off again.

"She was cute." Carol commented on the scene, satisfied with Daryl eating something and seeing his wounds improve ever so slowly.

Women came by with a large bowl of water, asking if it was okay to leave it there for him and wishing him a speedy recovery.

More words of thanks came your way, along with the expected warry glances from a distance.

What you didn't expect was the army of children running up to you, with the girl from eadlier at the front.

Like a fierce commander to be she made the rowdy kids slow down when they got closer, and you listened to her speech about being careful around the big doggy, who was sad and hurt.

"Hey kiddo, brought some friends?" Carol gave them the okay to come closer, seeing Daryl had moved to be able to drink some water and splash your trousers while doing so.

One by one the kids came to offer Daryl treats, probably stolen from their parents' fridges. But none of that mattered right now, not with the kids all sitting around your friend and be interested instead of scared. It made a lot of parents stop and stare in fear, first trying to call their children back but seeing the large beast ment no harm. They watched as the kids ran their hands through soft looking fur and playing with large paws, poking at the pads and being in awe of the sheer difference in size from their own hands.

It was an adorable sight to see, you were happy and smiling with Daryl's upper body in your lap and Carol was content with the wounds having closed.

"You're heavy, please move before you break my legs.." you whines and patted his good side to make him move.

With careful movement and help from you and Carol he did his best to get up on his feet, plopping his ass down on the sidewalk and yawning.

His yawn was quickly drowned out by sounds of awe from the children who watched the large teeth in his mouth. "Woah I bet you can chew rocks!" One little boy called, making you all laugh.

"Nah, no rocks." Suddenly everyone stopped dead in their tracks on hearing him speak.

The quiet lasted all but seconds before the kids all swarmed him and started trowing questions his way.

The whole thing kept up until parents came to find their children and take them home, some scared to come closer but most being okay enough to retrieve their kid.

By the time they were all gone you were drained and ready to sleep.

You all got up to head home, thanking the ones who stuck around for the support and noticed Daryl turn towards the gate on all fours. "Hey, home's this way." You pointed towards your house, but got a negative answer. Carol announced her departure amd left you to deal with the stubborn wolf. "Not sleepin'ere."

Gou huffed and followed him, stopping in front of his face. "No one's chased you out. The kids love you and the moms even brought you water, you can stay here you know.."

He still tried to walk past you, and you had to move quickly to catch his fur in your good hand. "Come on, Daryl." Your hand held his chin and moved his head to face you while you moved closer, pressing your nose against his. When he didn't move you tilted your head a bit further and pressed your lips to the front of his snout. "Please?"

Daryl's ears were pointed up and his tail giving away his excitement as it wagged against his will.

He shook his head from your hand and looked away, grumbling something along the lines of agreening with you.

With a content smile you turned to head home with Daryl at your side, finding Carol wave you over from her porch.

Settled in her livingroom she had given you two stacks of clothes and wished you two good night before disappearing again. "I bet those still fit." She gave Daryl a wink and gestured at the stack of clothes he immediately recognised. It was the stash he had kept at her place for emergencies.

Faded black sweats that has more patched bits than original fabric hung low on his hips when he allowed you to turn back around again. You struggled getting your own ahirt off with the injury on your arm and Daryl was quick to come help you. The heat that came off him was a welcome feeling that sadly only lasted while he helped you change clothes before he backed up again.

"Hey," he spoke quietly from the kitchen as he came back into view with two new glasses of water and set them down on the table. "Yer droolin' again."

Heat rose to your cheeks and you huffed, moving to hide underneath thr blanket Carol had given you.

You mostly expected Daryl to head downstairs, knowing that's where his room was, but instead you felt the couch dip.

You kept your eyes shut so they wouldn't betray you as he was moving behind you, scooting you over with his body and carefully wrapping his arm around you so you wouldn't fall.

He never put on more clothes than just those pants amd you had to try your best to rid your mind of the thoughts it was having.

Daryl sensed it too, the effect you were having on each other.

"T'morrow we'll clean up yer hoise ' move mah stuff, yeah? Now sleep."

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[coastbycoast101]

Note 📝:Sorry for not posting much, been busy but I've got more fics coming 🫶🏾

None of your friends business

Warning!: mentions of cheating, reader being dumb, reader is kinda bipolar, katsuki fucking the sense out of her 😛, creampie

His phone vibrated and he reached into his pocket, his eyes squinted at his phone seeing you call him. Right now he's in patrol and he looks around before leaning onto one of the pillars on the building next to him.

"What's up y/n?" He answered the phone, the device going to his ear as he held it up. "Who's the girl in your car? You like being with other bitches?" y/n's tone sounded intense, lips moving faster as she questioned him. "The girl in my car? What are you talking about? He responded, eyes twitching with anger.

"you know what I'm talking bout' don't act clueless with me Katsuki" she responded back, one of her eyebrows rasing in anger. "One of my friends, Amy said she saw you and another girl In ya car!" She chewed on her cheek as she pouted, her fists clenched hearing about the alleged things he did.

Katsuki's lips curled in disgust, a scoff escaping him. "Amy? That bitch? She's always had it out for me. She's lying. It's not the first time she's tried to cause problems, and it won't be the last. Why would I be with anyone else when I have you, baby?" A smug grin tugged at the corners of his lips before he added. "You know me better than that. I'd never cheat on you." He leaned back against the wall, arms crossed over his chest as he waited for your response. "If you really want proof, I can pull over and send you a picture of the inside of my car right now. How's that sound?"

he could hear her huffs through the phone, and it made him a little angry too knowing she felt that way about him "Yeah yeah yeah, you better not be with anyone" she rolled her eyes, jealousy all over her tone as she gritted her teeth. He rolled his eyes too, a chuckle escaping him. "I'm not with anyone, y/n. Just trust me. I'll prove it. Just give me a second." He ended the call, tucking the phone away to pull out his car keys. He made his way to his car, the patrol he had been on momentarily forgotten.

He snapped a photo of the empty passenger seat and sent it back to you. Katsuki exhaled, his body relaxing a bit at the knowledge it was just a misunderstanding. "See? All clear in my car. Now, can we stop this bullshit?" He demanded, tone strained with the anger that had been simmering. "You know me better than that. Don't let that bitch get into your head."

his phone vibrated again after a few moments, her contact sprawled across his screen, his thumb clicked the answer button letting you speak first. "M' sorry suki'," she whined into the phone "m' sorry for not believing you... Can you come home, let me make it up to you baby." She sighed as she bit her lip waiting for his response.

Katsuki listened to the apology, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. The anger had dissipated as quickly as it had come, replaced by the love he had for you. "It's fine, y/n. I know you didn't mean anything by it. I trust you." He answered, the words spoken with sincerity. "I'll be home in ten minutes. Get ready for me, baby." The promise of rough, passionate sex was already making him hard, his hand instinctively adjusting the growing bulge in his pants. He couldn't wait to hear you beg for release, to feel you tremble under his touch.

she giggled into the phone, her head resting against the headboard "yeah?" She could hear him shuffling around as he stepped into his car turning it on. "M' already ready, suki" she talked onto the phone, her voice making him feel hot all over. Katsuki couldn't help the grin that spread across his face, a chuckle escaping his mouth "Good girl. I'll be home soon, and we'll see just how ready you are, hmm?" He teased, the anticipation making his heart race.

He hung up the call, putting the car into gear as he made his way to their shared home. As he drove, he couldn't help but imagine how he'd make you beg for him, how he'd fuck you, make you cum repeatedly, and leave you a quivering mess. after a few minutes the door open, his footsteps creaking against the floorboards. She heard his steps as he hurried upstairs, going towards their room.

She could feel excitement flowing through her veins at what he's about too do and she couldn't help but not notice her biting her lip at the thought. As soon as that door opened it's like she pounced on him, her lips on his as they made out. He groaned into the kiss, his hands going to her ass, rubbing at her thighs.

Katsuki's hands gripped your ass, squeezing firmly before he lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist.

"Fuck, y/n. I missed you." He muttered against your lips, the kiss turning even more desperate as he carried you to the bed. Once there, he laid you down, his own body following, pinning you beneath him. His lips moved to your neck, nipping and sucking as his fingers worked on getting your clothes off.

"Beg for it, baby. Beg for my cock." He demanded, the demand laced with a promise of a rough, intense fucking. she could feel his breath on her neck as he bit on the skin, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. "Wan' it so bad, suki'.. please?" She could feel his bulge through his pants rubbing at her thighs as he made marks on her neck.

His eyes flashed with lust, a feral grin tugging on his lips. He pulled back to remove his shirt, throwing it aside before he returned his attention to your clothes. "Good girl. Now, spread your legs and let me see that pussy." His demand was harsh, unyielding, and it only served to turn him on more.

His hand moved to his belt, the buckle jingling as he worked at undoing it, his pants and underwear following suit. Once free, his cock sprang out, hard and ready for you. "M' gonna fuck some sense into you, don't know why you listen to shit like that." He growled, positioning himself between your thighs, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.

she felt his slender fingers push her lace panties to the side, his red eyes staring her down as he gripped onto her love handles. Her mouth drooled seeing the way his happy trail looked going down to his v line, her pussy felt wet and that's when she knew she needed him deep inside of her.

Katsuki's eyes locked onto yours, the intensity of his gaze almost daring you to deny him.

"Tell me, baby. Whatchu' need?" He demanded, his hips rocking back and forth, coating his cock with your wetness. His tip rubbed at her folds, her juices dripping down his shaft.

The anticipation built, his hand leaving your waist to grip your breast for leverage. "You're mine, Jocelyn. And I'll fuck you until you can't think of anything else but my cock inside you."

"S-shit.." she felt her clit throb feeling him rub purposely on that nub. "Need you. Need that dick baby," she hissed, her hands going to his chin and holding it in her hand. Katsuki's mouth curved into a predatory grin, his eyes flashing with raw, primal lust. "That's my girl." He praised as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, burying himself to the hilt.

His hips began to move, hitting you deep, drawing moans from your lips as he plunged into you, his hand moving from your breast to your clit. "Scream for me, y/n. Let me know just how much you need me." He demanded, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, a symphony that only heightened his arousal.

she felt his thumb rub at her clit and it made her jolt, her back arching at the circles he rubbed on her, his thrust deep and raw. "F-fuck... I can feel it so deep" she moaned, her eyes shutting close as she felt his strokes. Her eyes fluttered open seeing him bite his lip as he thrusted into her, his arm hovering over her grabbing onto the headboard.

Katsuki's jaw tensed up, his hips pounding into you with a relentless pace. His thumb swiped at your clit, the pressure increasing as he watched you so closely, wanting to see when you'd reach your peak.

"You like that, baby? Want it deeper? Want me to pound this pussy until you can't even walk?" His voice was thick with lust as he leaned down, nipping at your ear,leaving a mark that he claimed as his own. He drove into you, his cock pulsing, demanding things as he rutted against you, each stroke causing you to feel even more needy, more desperate, more eager for release.

she nodded as she spreads her legs wider, her juices all over her thighs and his v line. "Y-yeah.." she felt her pitch go higher as he slammed into her balls deep, his thumb rubbing side to side. Her juices made squelching noises as she came, his strokes hitting her spot. He moved his hand to her neck, gripping on it as her eyes rolled back. She felt him pull out, his arm changing her position. Her back arched for him as his hands gripped onto her ass while his cock slid into her pussy from behind.

He groaned at the sight of your orgasm, the sound echoing through the room as he continued to thrust into you, his grip tightening momentarily on your neck. He pulled out, flipping you onto your stomach, your body slick with sweat and arousal.

"Fuck, y/n. You're mine." He hissed, his hand gripping your hip as he thrust back into you, the angle hitting you in a different way, more primal. He began to pound into you, his hips slamming against your ass, the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh filling the room. His free hand roamed over your body, gripping at your breasts, tugging on your nipples.

The intensity was building, his cock pulsing, ready to fill you with his release. He wanted you to come again, to hear you scream for him, to feel you tremble under his touch. his backshots nearly killed you as your hands gripped onto the pillow infront of you, your words coming out in stutters from the way he rutted into you.

 "F-fuck, soo good" her words coming out in babbles as he moved his hands to her braids, his hands almost getting tangled into them as he pulled onto her hair, his other hand gripping onto the plush of her ass, fingers digging into the fat.

Katsuki's grip on your hair tightened as he slammed into you, the feeling of your wetness gripping him sending him further into a frenzy.

"That's it, baby. Scream for me. Let me hear you please, y/n." His voice was a growl mixed with a whine, deep and demanding, his hips moving with a fierce, unforgiving rhythm.

His balls slapped against your ass, his cock pulsing, the end growing near. "Cum for me. Now." He demanded, his voice strained with the need to release, to claim you in the most primal way.. she felt his hand slap at her ass while her cunt clenched around him. Her hole fluttered around him as she felt her cum drip out of her and onto his cock using it as lube. "Mmhmmm, fuuckk.." she screamed into the satin pillow, her screams and moans muffled as he fucked into her with no remorse. She heard his breath hitching, his groans growing louder then hers as he pulled harder.

His thrusts grew more erratic, his cock pulsing within you as he felt the heat of his release building. He growled, a mixture of the sounds of your pleasure and his own lust echoing through the room.

"Shit, y/n... Ah, fuck I'm cummin, I'm cumming!" His voice was a groan, raw with the intensity of the moment. He filled you with his release, the warm spurts coating your insides, his thrusts slowing as he rode out the aftershocks. He let go of your hair, his hand moving to stroke your right cheek, a possessive smirk tugging at his lips.

"You're mine, and I'm never going to let anyone else have you." He groaned lowly, the word a promise he intended to keep.

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[kyokutsu-sama]

oohhh!! yami and reader get into a argument and reader decides to sleep on the couch. yami can't sleep without her cuz he's a clingy baby so he begs her to come into bed

Omg, this one was such a cute request and fluff writing It's been my weakness lately❤️🤧

I'm in my ✨️Fluff era✨️

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All the members of the black bulls, who that night, instead of supposedly being asleep, had their ears were wide open to hear the argument coming from the captain's room.

Everyone knew about your relationship and how you were always together and after of what their were hearing now, they got worried. Finral was even heartbroken to witness that, he didn't like seeing a couple argue at all, given that he was a romantic man...despite being a womanizer.

"Are these two going to break up today? No, it can't be. That would be terrible." He thought as his heart raced with anxiety

"But why are you being so stubborn?! Damn woman, you're a problem when you get mad!" The captain said, as he sat on the bed with a long sigh

"A problem? Well, in that case, I won't say anything else so as not to disturb you." You picked up the pillow and the blanket and he looked at you

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He asked, standing up

"I'm going to sleep on the couch. Good night Yami Sukehiro!" You said goodbye to him with a hilarious smile, that quickly faded away when you turned your back on him and slammed the door

"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU IDIOT! GOOD NIGHT TO YOU TOO!" He went into the hallway and shouted back but you just gave him the middle finger. "What an insensitive woman!" He grumbled

When the captain turned around, all the squad members were looking at him, wanting some explanation for what had happened but he was too angry to say anything at that moment.

"Where the fuck are you guys looking at? Go to the bed now!" He ordered and everyone ran to their respective bedroom

At first, overcome by pride, he just lay down on the bed to try to sleep but the truth is that the captain couldn't sleep a wink all night. He missed the warmth of his beloved in his arms, he loved sleeping hugging you, no matter if it was summer and you were dying of heat in his arms, he didn't move an inch while sleeping.

He went around and around but nothing seemed to ease that pain in his heart, he knew he had messed up, he just didn't know how to get to you to apologize. Yami sat on the bed and took a deep breath before getting up and going to the living room to get you.

He came across your figure falling asleep so well on the couch that he even hesitated to wake you up.

He knelt next to you and ran a hand over your face while you slept, you felt the touch of his hand and opened your eyes to see him right there by your side. You knew he had regretted it bitterly.

"What do you want?" You asked with a sleepy and low voice, still carrying some resentment from the argument, moments ago

"The bed is cold without you, you know?" He whispered. "I'm really sorry for being an jerk to you and saying those stupid things, you didn't deserve to hear that." His voice showed regret and a desire for reconciliation

"Yeah, Yami, you were really a jerk."

"I'm sorry, baby, please..." He placed his forehead against yours as he apologized as one of his hands held yours. "Do you forgive this jerk here?" He joked and you couldn't contain a small smile, even though you tried not to

"Fine, I'll do it, don't cry anymore." You teased, getting up from the couch, still half asleep."Besides, it was just a stupid argument."

"I promise it won't happen again."The captain hugged you for a moment and picked you up, lifting you from the couch."Let's go to sleep together because it's too cold to sleep without you." He said, carrying you to the bed

"What do you mean 'cold'? You're completely naked!" You laughed

"But without you, my heart gets cold and soon after, my body gets cold too, got it?" Yami explained and you rolled your eyes

"Yeah, I see...So it means that I'm your blanket, is that it?"

"Something like that." He placed you on the bed and lay down next to you, putting an arm around you and hugging you tightly

"You're being to clingy to me today, I didn't expect a big guy like you to be so cute." You joked

"How not? I'm a man with a good heart!" He replied but you laughed

"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't even seem like you threatens to kill your squad members, every single day."

"I'm just fulfilling my role as captain, any objections?"

"Negative, captain."

"Good," He placed a few kisses on your nape and neck, snuggling there. "But for now, I just want to sleep with you in my arms and I want you as close to me as possible." He pressed you against him

"Even more?! You're almost inside me!" You said, trying to move away from the grip of his huge arms

"Well...I'm not inside of you but if you want it, why not?" He teases and you push him away

"Yami, I'm going to the couch again!"

"Oh no, you won't, I won't let you go again." He wrapped his arms around you and reached your lips to give you a peck. "You belong with me, not on the couch."

"Alright, Mr. Big Guy, you win. I'll stay, but don't push your luck, you hear?"

"Always at my princess orders... and good night to you."

"For you too."

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[avocadorablepirate]

What Do We Call This? - 10

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Pairing: Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

Summary: On a quest to find what you've been looking for, you acquire the help of the Straw Hat pirates, who've agreed to let you temporarily join them. There are however many challenges that come along with your temporary recruitment - an alliance with a certain Trafalgar Law being one of them.

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: fluff, angst, kinda slow burn, swearing, the occasional OP spoiler

A/N: Damn I can't believe we've made it to ten chapters (and I still don't know what to call this). Anyway, thanks for sticking around and I hope you like this one as well!

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You were aware of the beyond uncomfortable position you were in. The soreness of your back and numbness in your arm evidently the reasons for your discomfort. But the warmth radiating from your side refused to have you wake up. It was like being covered by a thick blanket on a cold winter's day, and you wanted to relish in it for as long as you could. And as if understanding your need for more of its warmth, the blanket pulled you further into its embrace.

The creaking of a door and a loud gasp is what finally startled you awake. At the entrance to the room stood Bepo, his doe-like eyes wide, and reflecting shock, making your brows furrow in confusion. At the same time a low groan and a tug at your waist came from beside you, the grip warm and firm, anchoring you to the spot. Confused yet again, you turned your head only to find yourself face to face with a tattooed chest. It took your brain a while to process who the chest belonged to, but when recognition hit, you tried to pull away from it.

The sudden movement within his arms made Law's grip tighten around you. His eyes blinked open to see what was causing such a ruckus, and his expression soon mirrored your surprised one. His cheeks flushed red as he immediately pulled away from you, apologise flowing out of his mouth. It had seemed that somewhere during the night he had accidentally pulled you down with him as he nestled into his bed - or maybe nestled into you.

Only then did Law notice the white bear standing by the door, still bewildered by the sight in front of him. Law stood up quickly, his body tense as he eyed Bepo, and seizing your chance, you scrambled out of the bed. Though you couldn't get out of the room just yet; Bepo remained unmoving by the door, rooted to the spot until his captain called out to him.

"Cap-Captain!" came a high-pitched squeak, before he cleared his throat, "We'll be approaching Wano in a few hours. We..we couldn't find you around the sub, so I thought I would come here. Sorry captain," he said with a little bow of his head. His apology only added to your flustered state as you realised what the situation must have looked like to him.

"I'll be out soon, just give me a minute," Law directed to Bepo, but you took that as your sign to leave as well, quickly following behind the Mink even before Law could think of calling you back.

You hurried back to your temporary quarters on the Polar Tang, exhaling a sigh of relief as you found it empty. You weren't exactly sure how you would explain to Robin and Ikkaku why you were sheepishly returning in your disheveled clothes from the previous day. While you were sure they would believe your explanation, you also knew that it wouldn't stop them from teasing.

After quickly freshening up, you made your way to the kitchen, the scent of freshly brewed coffee welcoming you as you entered the room. Robin and Ikkaku sat at the table, engrossed in conversation, but as soon as you took a seat beside them, their attention shifted to you, their expressions changing into ones of suspicion.

"(Y/N), where have you been? You weren't in your bunk when I woke up," Robin questioned, not taking her eyes off you as she sipped at her coffee.

"Oh, you know, just exploring the sub," you answered with a shrug, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible as you poured yourself a cup of the dark liquid. Although the two of them didn't seem completely convinced by your reply, they didn't press further, resuming their conversation, which you joined. As the three of you settled into easy banter, you found yourself drawn into the lively discussion. You and Ikkaku chatted animatedly while Robin listened, chiming in from time to time. It hadn't taken long for the two of you to befriend Ikkaku; it had happened almost overnight on your first day on the Polar Tang, and since then the three of you always seemed to have something to talk about.

Engrossed in your discussion, you were so immersed in the conversation that you didn't notice the tall figure that stood over you until you heard a throat clear, and the table fell silent. Shifting in your seat, your heart skipped a beat when you found Law standing behind you, his gaze fixed on your form with a certain intensity.

"You left this," he said, handing you the pouch from last night. You hastily grabbed the bag from him, offering a small smile of thanks while silently praying that Robin and Ikkaku hadn't overheard his words. However, the curious glances from the two women behind you said otherwise. They had clearly caught Law's previous actions and were now observing his continued stare at you as if he were contemplating his next words. Ikkaku, growing impatient with her burning curiosity, was on the verge of questioning her captain when Law finally spoke up.

"If you'd like to come to my room again, I could show you some books I have about islands," Law stated casually, unfazed by Ikkaku and Robin's mischievous grins that followed.

"Again?" Robin asked, arching an eyebrow and you felt a wave of panic wash over you.

"Let's go now," you said hurriedly, grabbing Law by the arm and pulling him along before either Robin or Ikkaku could protest. You and avoidance were well acquainted, and right now, it was your best bet to escape their incessant questioning.

You raced down the corridor, with Law in tow. The weight of his gaze bore into your back, intense like last time, yet unreadable as always. Once you were finally within the safe confines of his quarters you let go of his arm, your face flushed with embarrassment, "You didn't have to say that in front of them," you mumbled, unable to meet his gaze.

"Say what?" Law asked, tilting his head in confusion before realisation dawned on him, a small smirk forming on his lips, "You didn't have to rush out of the room," he remarked, a hint of amusement in his eyes.

"Yeah, well, I didn't really feel like answering a bunch of questions," you replied. You would take their curiosity over their teasing questions any day. "So, what are these books you have?" you inquired, eager to change the subject.

Law made his way to the shelf by his bedside and rummaged through it, his fingers trailing along the spines of each book until he found what he was looking for.

"You're looking for an island, right?" he asked, as he read through the summary at the back of the book he had selected. "It's an old book, and from what I know it's the only copy. It has details about the Grand-Line's lesser-known islands, and some extra pages about islands that have disappeared over the years."

You quietly whispered a word of thanks as you accepted the book from Law, your fingers lightly brushing against his as you did. For a second your gazes met, and you could have sworn that he let his hand linger on yours, but you quickly turned your attention to the book.

As you flipped through the contents, your eyes gleamed with excitement when you found a few maps towards the end, eliciting a smile from Law. Settling on the edge of his bed, you started reading through the pages, and he sat beside you, pointing out interesting facts and occasionally stealing glances in your direction. Law couldn't help but adore the way your face lit up with every turn of a page. Yet you remained completely oblivious to it, your focus fixed solely on the book in front of you.

Nearly an hour had passed when a soft knock at the door interrupted the peaceful atmosphere. Law called out for the person to come in, and the door opened slightly to reveal Bepo. A gasp came out of the Mink again, and he immediately launched into a series of apologise, leading Law to roll his eyes.

"We're just reading Bepo," Law muttered, his tone tinged with irritation. A blush crept up to the apples of your cheeks at the reminder of the earlier misunderstanding, and you glanced away, trying to focus back on the book.

Bepo shuffled awkwardly at the door, still unsure of whether to intrude or not, and Law sighed at the bear's hesitance. "What is it?" he asked, his voice softer now, though a hint of impatience was evident. In truth, Law hoped it was nothing serious. He was enjoying this calm, quiet moment with you and he didn't want it to end. The warmth of your presence seemed to stop time and eased the tension within him.

"Kin'emon wants to brief us before we reach Wano, so we're needed on deck," Bepo answered, and Law inwardly let out a frustrated sigh, his gaze momentarily flickering back to you to gauge your reaction. You, however, slammed the book shut and took to your feet. The prospect of a new adventure excited you, and despite the interruption, you felt a rush of eagerness.

"Let's go," you said with a bright smile, looking at Law. His frustration eased at the sight of your enthusiasm, and he couldn't help but give a faint smile back.

"Alright," he agreed, standing up as well, and the both of you followed behind Bepo to the deck.

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"No."

"What?"

Law's jaw clenched as he glared at Kin'emon for his suggestion before his gaze shifted to you, softening. His mind raced with concerns for your safety, unwilling to expose you to any unnecessary risks after what you had told him last night.

"I said no," Law said firmly, redirecting his attention to Kin'emon, "It's too risky. Having both her and Robin as geishas will attract too much attention. We'll get caught."

"Maybe an oiran then?" Kin'emon suggested, and Law's jaw clenched tighter as he thought about the implications, the mere thought of other men laying eyes on you, setting his protective instincts into overdrive.

"No!" Law practically yelled though he tried to maintain his composure as he formulated another protest to Kin'emon's suggestion. "It's still too dangerous. The attention would be just as bad, if not worse."

You glanced at Law, not expecting him to be protective even now. His concern was evident, even if he hid it behind practical reasoning, but this wasn't for him to decide. You tried to interject, wanting to voice your opinion, but Law's firm protest silenced you before you could even get a word out. Kin'emon, too, seemed to ignore your attempts to speak, his attention focused on Law's objections.

"But Law-dono, we need to get as much information as we can," Kin'emon insisted, his brow furrowing in frustration. The urgency of the mission weighed heavily on him.

"Yes, but sending in too many people to the same place could jeopardize the entire plan," Law countered, his voice steady and unwavering.

Kin'emon hesitated for a moment, considering Law's words carefully, "Perhaps you're right," he conceded, finally turning his attention to you, "In that case, how about you work as a waitress instead? It's a less conspicuous role, but there's a place that Orochi's men frequent, so you'll still have the opportunity to gather information."

Law visibly frowned at the proposal but was quick to hide it. He would have protested to this plan as well if it wasn't so obvious that he was being overprotective. Law was generally someone who agreed with the best possible course of action. But with you things were different, he preferred to keep you close rather than risk your safety, even if that meant a few compromises would have to be made.

You exchanged another glance with Law, feeling a surge of annoyance bubbling within you. Despite understanding his intentions, you couldn't help but feel frustrated by the way your opinion was completely disregarded. Nevertheless, you bit back your objections, not wanting to cause further conflict. With a forced nod of agreement, you reluctantly agreed to Kin'emon's suggestion.

As Kin'emon turned to leave, satisfied with the compromise, you couldn't shake the feeling of irritation that gnawed at you. While the others dispersed, returning to their tasks in preparation for your arrival at Wano, you remained stiff by the railing, trying to quell your frustration.

Law approached you, his footsteps echoing against the deck as he closed the distance between you. "We still have some time, do you want to get back to reading?" he offered casually, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from lifting in a small smile.

"No," you replied curtly, your voice betraying your annoyance. Law's brows furrowed at your change in demeanor, and his eyes searched yours for a hint to your sudden change.

"I need to prepare for when we reach Wano," you explained, hurriedly walking away before he could further question you. Left puzzled, Law watched your retreating figure, worry clouding his mind as he contemplated following you. He couldn't stand the thought of you being upset with him again, not when you were gradually opening up to each other. Yet duty called, Shachi needed him in the control room. With a heavy sigh, he turned away, deciding to check up on you later, hoping to mend whatever rift had formed between the two of you.

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A/N: I LIVE FOR THE TENSION...just going to keep causing problems for the both of them ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭.

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