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henneseyhoe · 9 months

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My Big Three As Boyfriends|

Trevante♡

You wanna have the perfect balance of a country boy and a city boy rolled into one? He’s the man for you!

His love feels like coming into a warm house after shoveling snow.

The first time you two ever kissed, my lady by Tyrese played in the background and since then ‘my lady’ with a brown heart has been your contact name.

He’ll sing any song you ask him to even though his ass can barely hold a tune in all seriousness.

Uncovering your ears, you start laughing. “Yes, sounds just like how Tyrese sung it” He smiles and takes a bow.

You try not to be the clingiest since he loves his space sometimes, but he definitely has his moments where he needs you near him like some kind of support teddy.

Hates when you all up on him when it’s time to sleep but always ends up damn near on top of you by the morning.

“Move, Bae, it’s hot” he groans. 8 hours later. “Tre…Trevante…baby, you crushin’ me!” You huff, trying to push his arm and leg off of you so you could go pee.

He’ll blame you as if your little ass can move him from one side of the bed to the other.

Expect booty slaps every time you walk by, and don’t let him be upset with you prior, cause it’ll be harder this time.

“Tight ass shorts” he’d say as you walked around the house as free as you wanted in the Nike shorts HE bought you.

Often play fighting and roughhousing until he accidentally hits you too hard and has to be soft with you for the rest of the day.

“Awwnnn, cmere, I didn’t think it was gonna land that hard” he holds you as you pout, rubbing your now sore arm. “That actually hurt, Tre. Like seriously 🥺”

He makes fun of the Erotic books you read, but you caught him peaking over your shoulder once and following along with one of your favorite stories.

“Don’t get too hype, I peeped something and the shit was interesting!”

Has a habit of putting his hand up your shirt when you two are cuddling.

He hates when you leave for work because he works mornings and you work nights. Sometimes on his day offs(though a bad idea) he’d stay up at night and bother you on the phone all throughout your work, dropping hints that you needed to come home on your snack break for a real meal.

-you’d brush him off and sneak off to the bathroom, sending him a titty pic to hold him off till you got home.

-‘oh wow. I just might take a trip instead actually’

-He’s definitely already taken trips up there a few times to get you right, as he should.

Michael♡

A REAL certified loverboy

If you told him to jump, he’d ask how high.

He would never admit it but he is CLINGY. He wants to be with you and all up under you as soon as those paparazzi cameras turn off.

Also certified double texter.

‘babe’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘Y/N’ ‘babe’

‘don’t act like you don’t see these texts’

‘WHAT boy’

‘I miss you’ ‘wyd my love’

‘working. Something you should be busy doin’

‘I finished already’

‘Fast reader you are. Here’s a gold star⭐️’

‘What can I say? You’re engaged to a smart man’

‘Engaged?’

Boo🩷 has unsent a message.

‘Forget you read that till further notice’

The man can’t hold water, as you can see. Which is why you don’t tell him anything that’s meant to be a secret.

He literally can’t sleep without your leg thrown over him some kind of way.

He remembers all the cute little shit you like year around so he already has a laid out plan of gifts for Birthdays, Valentines, and Christmas.

A good bit of his camera roll is just you and screenshots of things he wants to keep tabs of.

Can’t organize for shit and that’s exactly why his phone storage is about to explode

Begged you to organize his work stuff, so you agreed, until you saw NOTHING was put where it’s supposed to go.

“how do you work like this?!”

“I honestly don’t know…I- I do not know” he responds, staring at the unorganized files.

“Your assistant doesn’t take care of this stuff?”

“I don’t like to bother her like that”

“Nigga, she’s an assistant, she’s supposed to be bothered!”

Thursdays were self care days for you two. Wether you were just sitting around and watching a movie or doing actual things to improve the body, it was still self care to y’all.

Both of you are foodies, but he’s more adventurous, so he always tries to get you to try new foods when out together.

“would you ever try live squid?” He asks, looking through the menu the restaurant provided for them. “Uhh..I dunno. I don’t think I’d like it, but I’d probably try. Just have to ignore the memory of that story of that man who ate a live squid and it killed him and crawled back up his throat” he stares at you for a moment then looks back down at his menu. “Never mind then…”

Soooo protective of you and thinks you don’t stand up for yourself enough so he always makes sure you’re heard in any and all conversations.

Takes any chance to show you off. Was it cause he genuinely loved you or was it cause he liked showing niggas what they’ll never have? Both actually.

“Oh, and y’all know my girl, right? My beautiful, wonderful girlfriend” he grabs you by the hand, and kisses the top of it, pulling your attention away from your drink. You smile and look away, feeling extra appreciated.

Gentlemen in the streets, freak nasty in the sheets.

You ever came so hard that it took a few seconds for your vision to come back? Yeah.

Yahya♡

The dynamic between the both of you is just very unserious. He is truly your bestfriend who also happens to be your boyfriend

It’s hard to get anything done when the both of you are constantly cracking jokes back and forth, a con of having the same job.

“Yahya, please, my stomach hurts!” you spoke in between laughs, tears prickling the both of y’all’s eyes as you tried to make it through a SINGULAR business email. “How the fuck do you misspell so much shit on a business email?!” He howled, wiping tears from his face and slouching in his seat, you still crying.

He blames you for when he doesn’t get much work done, but he knows damn well it’s his fault for being the goofy mf he is.

When you two were just friends, your mutual friends would tease him by calling him “boy Y/N” because you both had so much in common.

He’s your reminder to eat like a normal person

“What’d you eat today?” Yahya questions, reading over his weekly to-do list. You glare at him then look back at your computer, not answering because you didn’t wanna hear his mouth about you forgetting to eat. Sighing, he gets up and heads into the kitchen to make you something quick.

At first the relationship felt like you two were still just friends, but you both grew into being a little more intimate with each other.

You both can’t help but create small(but healthy) competitions. You were both a little more competitive than you’d like to admit, but you both had competitions so often that basically everyone you guys hung out with knew of them.

“Damn” You sigh as you watched your paper ball miss the trash basket. “Hm” Yahya hums and gets up, picking the paper ball up. Instead of throwing it away right then, he went back to his seat that was a bit farther back and took a shot, the paper effortlessly making it in the basket. You look back at him with a squint and he smirks. “Okay, bet” you whisper.

Ten minutes had gone by and you both were throwing balled up paper that you needed in the trash. To make what point? Neither of you knew, but you both were entertained.

Theres a box in his closet with Polaroid pictures of you two throughout the five years of dating each other, most taken by Yahya himself because in his words, “I just love looking at you. Pictures don’t even capture all that I see, but damn, baby”

The man could easily make you melt like some chocolate. He was just as smooth as he was when you first met him.

Once you both got more into the relationship, he was honestly the most romantic and caring person ever. He’d do anything to make you feel those butterflies.

Sent you on a corny little riddle game for Valentine’s Day once which lead you to some of your favorite places around the city until the last clue brought you home to three bouquets of your favorite flowers and a ring the size of your brown eyes.

Alexa, play whatever you want by Tony! Toni! Toné!

Some niggas don’t trick, but Yahya? Oh he’s gonna step. In the end, if you’re happy, he’s happy.

The night ended with something else a little more eventful that had the neighbors thinking to call the cops for the third time that month.

He plans on staying with you for the rest of his life, and made that know.

And he’s determined to put a baby in you one of these days, with or without that damn ring.

✮✮✮✮

Looks and bias aside, who would y’all pick as a boyfriend? 🫣 I think I’d pick Yahya 😭

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winterchimez · 4 months

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Nightmare Before Christmas | Kevin Moon

SUMMARY: your uncle has always been a crime and supernatural fan and would often plan fun little games for your family to solve before Boxing Day. However, things have taken a turn this year as never would you and your friendly neighbour Kevin imagined that the both of you would actually have to solve a decades-old murder case, and eventually finding out the culprit behind all of this was someone much closer than you have expected.

PAIRING: neighbour!Kevin x f!reader

GENRE: horror, thriller, supernatural, crime, angst, some fluff

WARNINGS: nc-17, mentions about dead bodies & severed body parts (nothing too gory though dw!!), missing person case, haunted house, mentions of blood, supernatural (ghosts, black mass), yn's descriptive nightmare (about the ghost-like character she would often see in the past), kissing, betrayal, dual personalities, pet names (sweetheart, princess)

WORD COUNT: 4,465

A/N: so this was supposed to be released on the 25th....but we will pretend that never happened 🫡 massive thankiew to @from-izzy for beta reading and giving me tons of ideas (and just giving me the support bcs i was so done and upset with everything bjasnjsdn) tagging the kevin enthusiast aka @hyungseos-cafe for this 👀✨

“Sissy, wake up!”

You were jolted awake by your little brother, who was violently shaking your entire body as you groaned in annoyance and lifted your bedsheets above your head in hopes that he would leave you alone. But you have forgotten that he was a wild and energetic fourteen-year-old teenager, and there was no way he was giving up that easily.

As your brother pulled your bedsheet off you, your eyes squinted, and you were about to curse at him out loud before he eventually beat you to it.

“It’s Christmas Eve, sissy! Uncle Ben has already left a note on the dining table, and we must start before the clock strikes midnight!” Your brother announced out loud before running out of your room back to the living room downstairs.

You sighed before pinching your eyebrows together, trying to make sense of your surroundings and what your brother had told you moments before.

It was that time of the year for your annual family tradition. Your uncle has always been into supernatural and playing detective. He would often devise a different scenario where he would get you and your siblings to solve the puzzles or cases before you would eventually earn a Christmas present from him. He had a different scenario in mind every year and was full of ideas to ensure each year stood out.

Not only were your siblings encouraged to participate in the hunt, but he would also get your neighbour next door to experience every year, and he had done so for the past decade.

Your best friend, Kevin Moon.

It was a joy to have him aboard, especially when he had the wits and brains to help crack and solve most puzzle pieces or clues in your uncle’s little game each year. Because of that, your uncle has taken a liking to him, eventually pairing you guys up, often thinking that you both would end up great as a couple.

Which isn’t something you were totally against if you were to be completely honest.

You liked him a lot, and he has been your best friend throughout middle school up till university. He has always been someone you could always count on and gave you the support you needed.

You just weren’t sure if you liked him more than just a friend at this point.

Trying to shake away all of the unnecessary thoughts, you quickly rushed down to your dining hall to find the letter that your uncle always left on the table the night before when all of you were asleep. However, you froze as you saw that your brother was already holding one in his hands, reading it internally while another was left on the table.

“Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that uncle made two separate invitation cards and that on the table is specifically just for you and Kevin-hyung next door,” your brother said half-heartedly before he walked out with his invitation, getting ready to get all geared up before heading out the door. You suspected Uncle Ben had probably given him some scavenger hunt games again, given the looks of your brother’s outfit and the big shovel he had just brought out the door seconds ago.

As you diverted your attention back to the invitation card on the table, you slowly picked it up before opening the envelope and pulling up the letter tucked within.

Oh, Uncle Ben, what exactly have you plotted for us this Christmas?

“Your uncle must be nuts going all out for Christmas this year. He must’ve been itching to get this year’s theme out as soon as possible, don’t you think?” Kevin questioned you while chuckling at the side, trying his best to hide his uneasiness.

But that was when you didn’t respond and quietly began looking for clues; that was when Kevin knew that it probably wasn’t a joke this time.

“There’s no actual dead bodies, right, Y/N?”

When you quickly skimmed through the entire letter, your eyes widened at the envelope's contents. You wasted no time and hurriedly scurried out the door to Kevin right next door. With a few knocks, your best friend was out with a hot mug of cocoa, with his hair slightly ruffled, indicating that he had just woken up not too long ago. His eyes widened as he did not expect you to be on his doorstep this early in the day, and he was a bit embarrassed with how he looked.

Deep down, you wanted to tell him how he looked absolutely adorable and how you would snuggle up on the couch with him for the holiday seasons, but there was no way you would admit you had a crush on him just yet.

Shaking off your initial thoughts, you quickly redirect your attention back to the envelope, trying to fill Kevin in with all your uncle wrote on the invitation. He had the same initial response that you had, thinking that this was all some sort of sick joke. All while he was getting ready by changing his pyjamas into a cosy sweater sufficient to last till the destination, you couldn’t help but spare a few glances back at him a few times to take a sneaky little peak at his toned body.

He worked really hard during the summer anyway, and you have seen how he basically went from being all skinny and slim to being toned and bulky within the span of half a year, and you couldn’t stop ogling at the sight whenever you saw a little skin from him.

But again, you would not admit that to him just yet.

As soon as he was ready to go, you both took the pathway down to the written location as the sky quickly turned dark due to the winter season. By the time you both arrived at the entrance of the abandoned house, you needed to grab the torchlight hidden within your sweater and turn it on to navigate the place.

As you both opened the front door with an awful creak, you were met with nothing but complete darkness. The power lights were completely cut off so there was no chance of even having a little bit of electricity within the premises.

There was this eerie feeling in the air that neither of you could describe; it almost felt like a little haunted house, as much as you did not want to admit it. But given the details that Uncle Ben has written in the envelope, that spooky and sinister feeling you’ve had was valid, and it would probably remain this way until the both of you could crack the case open.

“To answer your question, Kevin, I really hope we won’t be stumbling upon any dead bodies too. It’s the Christmas holidays, goddamit,” you spat, still thinking that Uncle Ben was totally out of his mind with this whole dilemma that was going on right now.

“Well, we’ve lived in this neighbour for a good decade now, and never in my life have I heard about a Madam Nee Nee residing in a house right at the end of the road and was actually murdered without a trace,” Kevin replied worriedly, thinking that this whole situation is slowly getting much creepier by the minute.

As much as you wanted to agree with the male, you have heard something or two about Madam Nee Nee through your uncle’s stories. All you knew about her was that she was the one who would often bake cupcakes for the children across the streets and would pass them to Uncle Ben so that all of you were able to get your hands on them every Christmas.

Those cupcakes were indeed one of the best you have ever tried in your entire life; they were not too sweet and were just enough to fit everyone’s liking and taste buds. It seemed as if Madam Nee Nee knew exactly what each child’s favourite television show was as she would make an effort to pipe and decorate each cupcake exactly as each character looked. You would often get your favourite Tinker Bell design, and she would alternate between the different fairies each year, while your younger brother often got his favourite DC superheroes.

But there was only one problem: you had actually never met the baker herself, and each time you tried to bring it up, your Uncle Ben would often tell you that she was too busy delivering the goodies to the other children out of town.

In other words, you didn’t really know if you could trust Uncle Ben’s words on whether such an individual really existed and if this whole murder case was actually a reality or not.

Regardless, you were not going to get anywhere if neither of you was going to make progress in solving the riddles that your uncle had made specifically for you two, adding onto the fact that you really did want to get your hands on the presents as your uncle always knew exactly what you liked.

Hence, you and Kevin moved forward and deeper into the house as you both tried to see where or what could potentially help you both get a kick start on the investigation. Suddenly, the doors behind you both slammed shut with a loud thud, and you both were now in complete darkness, heavily relying on the torchlight you brought to navigate the house.

“We’re really doing this right, Y/N?” Kevin asked as he grabbed your wrist to drag you closer to him, making sure that you both stuck together, especially in the given circumstances. Not going to lie, your heart skipped a beat with that sudden gesture of his, and you prayed that he was unable to hear that loud thumping noise coming from your chest, given how silent the whole place was, to the point that you were able to hear a pin drop if there ever was one.

“Y-Yeah… to face Uncle Ben and get our hands on the gift. And besides, we could always have a little fun mystery for the holiday season.”

After ten minutes, you both arrived at the house's second floor. You both tried your best to scavenge through the bottom floor, but there wasn’t much you found that could potentially help with the investigation.

So here you both were, slowly taking your steps up the old wooden stairs that creaked with every single step, making the uncomfortable feeling you have had since stepping into the house a lot worse than before.

Thankfully, Kevin stuck close to you and took the lead in front, where you naturally held onto his sweater from behind, which caused him to turn behind for a second and offer his hand to you instead. You stared at him blankly at first, blinking your eyes a few times to see if you weren’t hallucinating, but he eventually linked his hands with yours and pulled you slightly forward.

You were thankful that the electricity was out in the entire house, and Kevin held onto the torchlight and shone the pathway in front of him instead; you definitely did not need the male to know how red and flushed your face was right now.

As you both moved forward, you eventually stepped onto something firm and hard, causing you to stop in your tracks, nudging Kevin’s elbow to shine the light directly onto your feet.

You truly wished you hadn’t done that at all.

A severed hand was situated right below your new pair of white shoes, and a little blood splatter was visible around the corners of your shoes. You immediately screamed and took a little jump back, causing you to cower into Kevin’s arms immediately. His eyes widened at the sight, and he tried his best to calm you down by rubbing your back with one of his hands while the other continued to shine the torchlight all around the room.

And there it was: another severed hand, located close to what used to be the fireplace.

“Th-This must be a joke…” Kevin muttered, not wanting to accept reality and thinking, ‘this was all a dream.’

It couldn’t be real.

There haven’t been any reported murder cases around town for the last thirty years. In fact, your town has been regarded as one of the safest in the state for the past decades, and it is also known as the best town to reside in. Whatever situation you both were in now must be wholly made up by your uncle, who was always full of surprises.

…right?

That was until Kevin redirected the light source towards the fireplace above, where there were clearly a few picture frames damaged through time or by someone. As you both began moving closer to examine them, you noticed they all had one thing in common.

All of them had the same person cut out from the pictures themselves.

Three picture frames stood above the fireplace, each depicting a family of five smiling brightly as if the world was free from all sorts of nightmares and misery. At least it was before. Something must have happened for whoever removed the person in question from the pictures—perhaps it must’ve been a bad memory for them, or that person is probably no longer associated with them.

You slowly moved close enough for you to be able to examine it well, gently wiping off the dust from each frame with your thumbs to see who exactly was the family in the old pictures. You didn’t recognise them at first until you squinted your eyes and saw the famous signature on the bottom right of each frame.

It belonged to the Jamaisons; the very first family that moved into this town many years ago.

From what you have heard about the tales from your uncle, they were the ones to be grateful for as they built up and raised the town's reputation as it is known today. Their family have since then lived for generations, constantly passing down their legacy for years until the last heir passed on without a successor ten years ago.

As everyone has been told, the very first generation of the Jamaisons was a family of four: a dotting father, a loving mother, and a set of twins. But then, who was the mysterious missing cut-out person from the pictures? Did they have another sibling they have kept secret for years, and nobody knew about them? And if yes, why did they do that?

Countless questions are pondered within your mind, and you can’t help but want to dig much deeper to discover the truth.

“Kevin…how much do you know about the Jamaisons?”

“As much as they have taught us in the textbooks. Why?”

“I have a bad feeling about this…” You muttered, slowly showing and telling Kevin about the missing person from each picture.

His eyes widened too, and you could tell he had the same thoughts as you.

“You don’t mean…”

“I really hope it isn’t true. Why would Uncle Ben even want us to meddle with their history if it was? Does he think we were detectives that could solve a potential murder case that was decades old?” You questioned, tugging his arm around you even tighter.

He pondered for a bit before answering. “Why not? I have always wanted to go to an actual crime scene.”

“Kevin Moon, this is serious,” you firmly reminded him.

He sighed before giving you a little smile back. “I know, Y/N. Well, I guess there’s only one way to find out then.”

Along with your friendly little neighbour, you both begin scouring through the bookshelves, hoping to find any potential records that could prove that they had someone else in the original line-up of the family.

However, all of your luck was pointless as there was zero to no evidence proving that the missing person from the pictures existed. It was as if the family themselves had erased whoever it was to the best of their abilities.

You groaned as you ran your fingers through your hair. “Ugh, I guess we’re back at square one again.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you,” Kevin responded, which caused you to turn your head towards him to see that he was pointing towards the empty room across the room, where the door slowly creaked open.

You were sure that the doors were closed tight when you both made your way up an hour ago, and now you were witnessing the door slowly pry open by seemingly nothing.

Oh hell, there is no way ghosts are real.

“Do not say the g-word, I swear,” you immediately placed one of your fingers directly onto Kevin’s lips, preventing him from saying it out loud.

“Not until we go check it, Y/N.”

“Can we just…not…”

“I think you know what the answer to that is.”

You rolled your eyeballs at Kevin’s words; you knew there was no way you both were leaving this place until you found the answers to the case. Without a choice, you reluctantly allowed Kevin to drag you along step-by-step as you both got closer towards the room.

If you were in an actual horror movie, you were pretty sure there would be creepy and high-pitched violin sounds playing in the background right now. The siren by your ear was beginning to resonate aloud, causing you to have a slight headache while you were trying your best not to shit your pants at this point.

As you were a step right before entering the room, your grip against Kevin’s arm tightened, giving him the signal that you were having second thoughts and would gladly dash right out of the house right now. But he returned a little rub on your palms with his, telling you that everything would be alright and that he was here with you.

With one final gulp and nod, you both took that long-awaited step into the room, when you were met with your worst nightmare.

You have never told anyone about how your deepest and darkest fear was about how you once had this dream where a black mass consisted of a white face with a lipped mouth paired with large black eyes used to lurk at the corners of your room watching you sleep. You eventually got terrified to the point that you would think about it all day, which then interfered with your daily routine.

And it was the same nightmare that stood right in front of you, slowly expanding as it crept nearer towards you both as if it was going to swallow you up as a whole.

“No…please don’t…” You whimpered.

Before you could even think straight, the huge mass eventually engulfed Kevin, and he was gone within a second. Just like that, the mass turned in your direction, approaching you slowly as you took a few steps back each time.

With one final huff from the mass, it quickly expanded one last time before jumping right onto you, slowly dissolving your entire body and turning it into the mass just like it was.

You were helpless, and you eventually felt your entire body go numb as if it was all over and done for.

Before you were taken over by darkness, you slowly peered your eyes upon the doors, noticing a bright white figure approaching you before everything was a blur.

“Sissy! SISSY WAKE UP!!”

You immediately jolted awake with that scream coming from the side of your ear, drenched in sweat, and your eyes widened as you tried to calm your fast breathing down.

“Whatever the nightmare you have been having since last night, it must have been a wild one I must say,” your brother responded as he slowly grabbed a cloth to wipe your sweat away.

“N-Nightmare? What are you talking about?”

“Do you really not remember anything at all? You have been sleeping for the entire day yesterday! You have been tossing and turning in your sleep, mumbling incoherent words as you broke out in sweat.”

What? That can’t be.

You slowly looked down to see your hands trembling before moving them to your face, trying to take in everything your brother had just told you.

“What about the scavenger hunt, then?”

“Scavenger hunt? You mean Uncle Ben’s?”

“Y-Yeah…what happened to it?”

“Well, you were in bed for the entire day and wouldn’t wake up, so you actually missed the whole thing,” he bluntly replied.

That can’t be true. You remembered walking down to the kitchen table and grabbing the envelope placed neatly on the dining table, which shocked you as you read the contents.

“Uncle Ben came up to check on you, though; he said it was fine to let you continue to sleep since you were probably exhausted with finals.”

No…this is just not making sense at all.

Wait.

“Kevin! Where’s Kevin?!” You screamed at the top of your lungs as you grabbed your brother’s shoulders, shaking them vigorously.

Your brother stared at you as if a ghost had possessed you because the next thing that happened was that you immediately jumped out from your bed and dashed towards the front door.

You speed ran through your open gates right towards your neighbour’s front porch, banging on the door, not caring if you were creating a scene. You needed to know if he was doing alright and in one piece.

After a few seconds, the doorknob eventually turned and the door was opened. There stood your best friend, exactly like he was the day before when you went up to him to talk about the strange envelope Uncle Ben had left specifically just for you both.

Well, supposedly, at least.

It wasn’t unusual for you to come banging at Kevin’s door in the middle of the day, as you have done it multiple times. What he did not expect was that you would immediately dive into his embrace and begin sobbing into his sweater.

“Y-Y/N? What’s wrong? What happened?”

You couldn’t even give him a proper answer as your tears poured profusely. You were glad to see that he was fine, still in one piece and unharmed.

“Thank God…THANK GOD KEVIN!!!!”

You were not budging an inch, and Kevin only did what he knew was best at the moment, returning the hug and slowly caressing your back as if to calm you down. He eventually rested his lips on your head, leaving you little kiss.

After what seemed like a couple of minutes resting in his embrace, you eventually pulled away and cupped his face with your palms, gently caressing his cheek as you looked at him lovingly.

“Kevin…promise me…you’re never leaving my sight again.”

He chuckled. “Why would I? Y/N, you know I would never—”

“Please, a little pinky promise?” You begged, and Kevin could never resist that little puppy doe eyes you have.

He smiled before he eventually leaned down and connected your lips with his. Your eyes widened upon the contact before you eventually eased into the kiss seconds later, slowly wrapping your arms around his neck to deepen the kiss.

When you both eventually broke off for some air, there was this surge of adrenaline within you, and you felt your face heat up quickly, causing you to duck your head down as you cupped both cheeks to cover up the redness away from the man.

Kevin could only laugh at that little sight. “Come on, Y/N. It’s not like I have not seen your iconic red-flushed-tomato-like face before.”

“It’s not iconic, and whatever that was wasn’t necessary at all,” you pouted.

He took a few moments just admiring how you looked before leaning down and resting his palm on your head. “That kiss is a promise that I’ll always be yours.”

“Even stronger than a pinky promise?”

“Absolutely.”

With that, you reconnected your lips with his warm ones again, trying to savour them as best as possible before leaning your forehead against his.

“Oh, Kevin. You truly are the best thing that has happened to me during Christmas this year.”

“Am I supposed to be flattered by that?” He teased.

You sulked for a bit before slapping him on the arm. “Obviously, silly.”

With a deep huff, you stretched out your arms before wrapping them back around Kevin’s arm, trying to drag him out of his house and head straight towards yours instead for a cup of hot cocoa.

“Say, why don’t we go find Uncle Ben? I’m sure he might have some other tricks to keep us occupied until unboxing night.”

As you tried your best to pull Kevin with you, you were stunned by him standing still at the front of your doorstep, staring at you with a straight face.

“Kevin? Is everything alright?”

There was this odd ten-second silence before Kevin eventually spoke up, which actually sent chills down your spine.

“I’m afraid that Uncle Ben will not be coming anytime soon, sweetheart.”

Within a swift motion, Kevin pulled you vigorously back into his embrace, locking you tight with his arms. You then noticed how his demeanour began to change and was completely different from before.

You began to panic, shivering even, as you looked into his now-turning hollow eyes.

“W-What are you talking about?”

“That little nightmare you had was a reality, princess. Your little Uncle Ben has been trying his best to warn you all these years, and who would’ve thought he would actually get you to head towards the murder site yourself to crack open the case.”

“K-Kevin…you’re scaring me…” you began pushing yourself away, but it seemed that his grip had then gotten a lot tighter, which was when you began to feel the pain that was slowly travelling across your whole body.

“Let me tell you a little story, Y/N. A long time ago, a certain group used to think Christmas was all sparkly and bright. But what if I told you that things would never be the same? That the people around them now think that Christmas is a nightmare. After all, a sparkly Christmas can only happen if there is a drop of blood, right? I think that’s enough for you to figure things out, no?”

It was. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew exactly what he meant.

Not only was Kevin your Christmas, but he was also your Nightmare.

Just like that, he slowly began leaning down as he pushed your hair on your shoulders towards the other side, leaving a clear opening for him to start rubbing your sensitive skin as he leaned down slowly to the point that his lips brushed against them.

“From now on, I’ll always be your Nightmare Before Christmas.”

A/N: a lil belated spooky Christmas to yall 😚

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𝐓𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒.

♱ ft: Kakucho/Izana, Shuji Hanma, Ran/Rindou Haitani

♱ content/warnings: angst, cheating, alcohol consumption, unrequited love, second lead trope.

♱ a/n: so this has been in my wips since September. I have more characters in draft but I decided to post what I have finished bc I really miss putting out content here since I've been busy. enjoy 🤲

𝐊𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐂𝐇𝐎 — “I loved you first"

He was the man who had always been there for and with you; dating way back to your childhood.

Right from the moment Kakucho met you, he knew he had to cherish this girl as much as he can, and as long as he can, and he could never stop, not even for a second.

Every dumb banter you ever had, every Christmas mornings at five, every spontaneous Saturday afternoon, every speed bump, every pang of boredom and anxiety you ever experienced together—he carried that lesson with him.

and he carried that lesson with him when you married Izana.

As you bind the last of your vows to the silver-haired man before you, it was then that Kakucho realized that it didn't matter how much longer he's loved you; when fate put Izana in your life— in a marriage of convenience.

And most importantly, he carried that lesson with him when you started playing the martyr wife.

It was too good to be true— to have a man of status, attractive looks, and fascinating aura as your husband and all to yourself.

So it didn't shock you in the least when you discovered lipstick stains on his shirt that weren't yours, with a faint scent of a cheap perfume you don't bother spending your money on.

“He’ll change.” “Maybe, he isn’t used to marriage yet.” — were just one of the many things you told yourself into thinking that there is still hope for your marriage.

Kakucho finds it heartbreaking to see you act the part, and though he's never confronted you directly about it, he makes every effort to support you—something your own husband couldn't even do. and to witness you fall just as deeply in love with someone else as he did with you.

Because sometimes love means taking a step back. If you care about somebody, you should want them to be happy even if you wind up being left out.

One evening, when Izana had another not-so-secret meeting with his mistress, you stayed in while sipping wine and reading passages from a book of melancholy poetry. The wine had started to fuel the voices in your head and the lines began to hit a little too hard that you didn't realize the tears streaming from your eyes.

It was routine at this point; to cry yourself to sleep, wishing that the only man you wanted felt the same way.

However, you also failed to recognize the man who genuinely expressed his intents and feelings to you; who happened to pay you a visit at this particular moment.

Kakucho also noticed the fresh tears you've been shedding while you were asleep on the couch in the living room with the book held loosely in your hand.

Even if you haven't spoken yet, he already knew what's been upsetting you. So with a bitter sigh, he took the book from your hand before returning it to it's rightful spot on the bookshelf, and then sprawling a blanket over your body, fixing your frame into a more comfortable position before cleaning up the dishes you'd left on the table.

It really didn't matter that he'd loved you for years, because to be in love with someone half as in love with you is a cruel curse, and the fact that you too get to feel that way makes Kakucho's heart hurt even more.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐌𝐀 — “Choose me.”

He was the one who said that he didn’t care about the ring on your finger; that this was merely an affair by sinful adulterers.

Your coincidental meeting at a bar led to a one-night stand which caused more than a little bit of friction when you came in as the new Toman executive and his colleague the very next day.

He then received the second dose of shock when he found out that you were, in fact, married, as your husband paid you a visit at the headquarters one day in a bid to resolve your tumultuous marriage

At first, you didn't comprehend the tinge of concern in your heart as you glanced over your husband's shoulder to meet the eyes of your secret lover. Will it be over for good?

Once your husband has gone off to your home, waiting for your return, Hanma finds himself locked inside your office, as if your man hadn’t just been in it minutes ago. “There’s my favorite adulterous whore.” He smirked, making himself comfortable on your seat as you were noticeably leaning against the tall windows in distress.

“This is just… great.” You sighed heavily, reaching to your drawer for a smoke. “What’s wrong, gorgeous?” Before you could even reach the handle, Hanma had already pulled you onto his lap in a firm grip. With sorry eyes, you smooth his chest and tugged on his collar softly, “I’m… married.”

With one push of his knees, your body fell onto his, letting his sinful lips lap on the cleavage exposed by your low neckline dress, “This— is wrong.” you gasped out, clutching onto his suit.

“Then tell me to stop, and I will.” He insists, but you were already too deep into his touch, and instead, your hands finds themselves discarding the buttons of his suit which landed you getting bent over on your own desk, at the end of the day, mutually claiming that it’s just sex.

But what you both didn't realize at that time is when your regular affair grew into taking on missions together, having dinner at unreasonable hours, and attending lavish events with each other.

Hanma is still clueless of what your marriage looked like, and he refuses to know. He was the other man, but he didn't feel like one. How could he when you constantly allowed yourself to be drawn into his antics and gave him your undivided attention?

That's why he started to worry when he noticed the crack in the glass— you have been staying home longer than usual, wearing your wedding band more frequently, then eventually having your husband fetch you at work.

And he finally gets the chance, in his car after a successful mission, your phone rang and displayed your husband's name on it, but instead of picking right up, you sent him a glance, a rather inquisitive one. “Okay, here it goes—” and with his words, the car brakes all at once.

“Your choice, it’s simple— him, or me. And I’m sure that he’s great, but, [ Y / N ], I love you.” And that was then you realized that it had already become more than a casual affair.

At the end of the day, Hanma only wishes that he is the first star you'll be gazing at when the night falls.

𝐑𝐀𝐍 — “What does he have that I don't?”

He was used to working towards everything he’s ever had. However, he’s envious of how Rindou easily had you under his touch. It’s a pity— how worthless all his efforts turned out when you fell right into his little brothers’ arms. Maybe, it was a “youngest sibling” thing; to be able to get anything they want at will.

He was never selfish with Rindou… But couldn't he be even just for once— with you?

“Hi, I’m glad you could be here…” Your embrace was the perfect Christmas present to him as he welcomed you into their home. This Christmas Eve, your gifts to each other is the precious time, the thought you put into it as you spend it together. So other than the wrapped chocolates and gifts beneath the tree, your Christmas didn't come from a store... and, you know what? It really did mean so much for Ran.

He appreciates your company, hell, even just your presence— to be with him and Rindou on aimlessly planned days, to the ones that matter most. And even if you hadn’t realized it yet, he wished you could give him the same attention you do with Rindou.

“Where’s Rin?” You question as he serves you a hot cup of cocoa, and he could feel his heart aching for a second. “He got some ice. He’ll be back soon.” He flashed a smile and offered you his company on the couch.

He wanted to be jealous of Rindou, but at the end of the day, he knows that the choice is all yours to make, and that harboring resentment toward his brother is the last thing he would do in this world.

He was savoring the remaining time he had to himself with you, listening intently to every word you beautifully spoke and cracking up at your jokes. But when Rindou comes back, he notices how your eyes shine.

That glimmer of admiration— something he looks for but never finds until the younger brother is around.

Being drunk switches off the best parts of your brain and leaves the fool to run your life, to run your mouth. But for Ran, it silenced the longing in his heart that you aren’t his to love.

It takes a lot of condensed pain to produce each drunk, and so to look out there and see the storm clouds is enough to break both soul and heart.

And as he returns after the fourth refill, he finds you and Rindou passed out on each other on the couch, with his face snuggled up to yours that flashed a faint smile. So with a bittersweet smile, he pulls the neighboring blanket over your bodies, and tuck your hair away.

Ran thought his heart would break seeing her love someone who is not him; although it did for a moment, he slowly felt full of life upon seeing the two most important people in his life finally get together.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #kakucho x reader #ran x reader #hanma x reader #shuji hanma x reader #ran haitani x reader #hanma x reader smut #angst #tokyo revengers headcanons #izana x reader #rindou x reader

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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mean ! max v. x ofc (hearth sister!ofc) - tltl series

"all you are is mean. and a liar. and pathetic."

summary: sylvie hearth and max verstappen didn't think that their friendship would come to the point where one of them would be attending a court hearing and earning money out of it. they also didn't think they'd come to the point where their friendship shifted into something more than "friendly." (1)(2)(3)(4)(5)(6)

content warning: literally blurb/filler chapter, use of explicit language, brief court hearing scenario, spoiler: sylvie is getting a hot wheels shelf, shitty ex-friends, mentions bullying, defamation, protective!Toto, they're so in love and it's so apparent

note: mustang and cadillac are at it again :))) i also do not know much about where max's karting career as a child?? so forgive me if some of them are incorrect

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Sylvie Ford’s Former Racing Academy Issues an Apology Five Years After Her Expulsion, Claiming The Report of Misconduct Was False.

Red Bull Racing’s Max Verstappen Addresses Sylvie Ford’s Expulsion from Their Academy - The young driver publicly expressed his guilt for believing the false information.

Sylvie Ford Sues Former Academy Classmates For Defamation and Emotional Distress — The Defendants Hoping to Receive $1M each for Damages in their Public Images.

2017

“This complaint was filed by Miss Tilly Hearth on February 12, 2008.”

“Yes.”

“Can you please tell us more about the complaint?”

“I don’t know much, but from what I am told, it was against me.”

“It says here that the report was made two months after Miss Hearth entered the Rotax Max Minimax class. You have been constantly teasing her about her abilities in the tracks.”

“If that’s what it says there,” Matt Bauer’s face remained impassive as he continued to look straight ahead.

“Looking at the records, it’s almost as if there is a report filed against you, Mr. Elias Whittaker and Mr. James Hudson every other month for the same reason from the same person— which is bullying,” Sylvie’s lawyer, Alicia, said.

“Objection,” the man’s attorney said from their table, “argumentative.”

“It’s not, Attorney Peterson,” the judge said, “Attorney Mason is simply stating the reports’ reasoning. Unless you missed something while you’re reading the evidence?”

Sylvie sighed quietly, her chin resting against the table while listening. Her other lawyer, Kim Halloway, sat next to her. The man nudged her side lightly, making her tilt her head in his direction before shooting him a smile.

She was getting bored of the hearing. But now that she thought of it, Aimee and Stevie were feeling that way somewhere in the back room.

This was way worse than Legally Blonde if you were to ask any of them. But then again, the Hearth sisters never really expected to find themselves in the court at this early stage of their adulthood.

It was already 2017, and what was a better way to start the year than to find out that your sister was bullied and kicked out of the academy without your knowledge? Not even their mother knew what happened, just that she left the class and continued her education.

Sylvie was headstrong, and she never backed out of a challenge. After each time her sister Tilly reported what she saw, Sylvie merely shrugged it off. She ignored the boys’ behaviour so much that she couldn’t face the consequences of her mental health.

Her family had been disappointed, of course, because why would she hide it away? She would’ve gotten the help that she needed. But the disappointment didn’t last long. Instead, they all started to find a way to speed up the process of the hearing— finding the best lawyers in England and getting each evidence to support her case.

And when Max Verstappen promised he’d be there for her, he never lied. He spent his Christmas with Sylvie and her family as they worked together on stating the case and essential details. Max decided not to spend his time with Dad, just telling him he’ll spend his time in England with Lando. Victoria had flown in to spend the holiday with him and their mother, Sophie, but left after.

He spent so much time with her that he nearly pissed himself whenever Toto visited the estate with Tilly and their son. Toto still didn’t like Max, and it was apparent. Was it because he was a Red Bull driver, or was it because he was a boy who was acting way friendly with Toto’s sister-in-law? Max really couldn’t tell. Looking at the Austrian man who would immediately turn his way was hard.

Regardless, Max remained there. By the third day of the hearing, he was brought up to provide his testimony. He gave them everything that needed to be heard, including how his “friends” manipulated him and how he felt so guilty about not finding out sooner.

And speaking of friends, Matt Bauer and the other two tried reaching out to Max, but the Dutchman didn’t have it. He never looked in their direction whenever they were outside the court, only keeping Sylvie close as they walked out of the courtroom.

So yes, this was more boring than Legally Blonde. Because Max wasn’t there as he finished his duty and nobody could sass her beside him. This wasn’t the kind of hearing she wanted. She really wanted him to chat shit.

She might text him after this.

The lawsuit hearing ended when the jury decided that Sylvie Hearth won her case. Therefore, she was receiving £1.5 million from the three men. Of course, they were outraged, but it was their fault that they had acted like fools. They couldn’t use the “boys will be boys” as an excuse because they all knew that even Max and their other racing friends wouldn’t do something as stupid as falsely exposing their only female counterpart, who had been kind and honest to them.

Hearing his phone going off, Max Verstappen peered down at his screen and found Sylvie’s childhood photo and her specific ringtone displayed. He excused himself from his father, who had asked him where he was going. He merely waved off Jos, going outside to answer the call.

“Hello,” he greeted her. He really should have worn earplugs.

“MAX EMILIAN!” Sylvie screamed through the other side of the call, “WE WON BITCH!”

“YAY!” Max nearly jumped up and down in joy as his smile widened. “You won!”

“I’m a million and a half pounds richer, Max!” She cackled hysterically, “They’re paying me a million and a half!”

“Look at you!” He exclaimed, “And I thought Christian’s paying you well this year.”

“A million and a half…” she muttered quietly before saying, “You know what that means, Max?”

“What?”

“WE CAN GET A CUSTOM HOT WHEELS SHELF FOR MY FLAT!” Sylvie squealed in excitement. Max could hear the kicking of her feet from the other end. “Max! My collection’s going to be displayed!”

Max only laughed at her excitement. He definitely missed her. This Sylvie, he meant. He missed Sylvie, who would get excited over any ordeal. It could be her podium win or the downfall of their enemy— he didn’t care; he missed Sylvie like this. God, the things he would do to see her giddy face.

Maybe it was terrible for him to laugh at his ex-friends’ demise, but it wasn’t that bad if Sylvie got the last laugh. Perhaps next time, they shouldn’t treat anyone like that again— they’d still be able to keep half a million pounds in their bank account if they decided to do so.

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elsfairy · 1 year

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BREAKFAST with Sevika

Reader being a cute shit, and making breakfast for her girlfriend. (Sorry, but I miss my Sevika headcanons more than i miss my ex)

• Sevika always got home around weird times, so she's going to be fast asleep in that bed for a while. Snoring so loud you can hear it from the kitchen.

• You're very known to make such a ruckus whenever you're left alone in that damn kitchen, not to mention being unsupervised. So you try your hardest to not make much noise when she's asleep.

• Black coffee is her go-to. If she's not got that, her entire day is going to be more miserable than watching a guy piss himself when she's around.

• Wasn't a big fan of sweet foods, but didn't mind eating your pancakes. Especially if they have got strawberries. She was a picky eater half the time.

• Sometimes, you end up making something entirely different. You didn't beg her for that cooking book for nothing. You liked trying new foods for the both of you.

• You hide all the fucking tools that she tries hitting you with in any good place you can find before she wakes up. It's a little hard that she's taller than you, but you have some good spots.

• You have a habit of making her heart shaped pancakes. What can you say? you're just really in love with her.

• "What did you do to my⎯ Oh, it's a heart? well thank you Sweetheart" Every single time.

• You're burning at least half that food before you are even thinking about making a start on her coffee. It's the thought that counts. She doesn't seem to complain when you burn part of it. Sevika loved your cooking.

• Whenever you hear a crashing from the bedroom, you know she's awake.

• "Stupid fucking⎯"

• And you're still fussing around, worried about the burnt egg.

• When the scent of her cigarettes enters the kitchen, then you know she's already wide awake. Still needs that damn coffee though.

• "Sweetheart, are you aware the stove is almost on fire?"

• Cursing her out, and getting back to cooking with a scowl.

• On the inside, she was like a child on Christmas. She loved waking up to your breakfast, even when you were stressing about it not being enough. She's content with whatever you make.

• Her habit is trying to hold your hand whilst you sort out the ruined eggs. You could be deep in taking a shower even, and she wants to hold it.

• "You're cute"

• Scoffs and takes a seat at the kitchen table whenever you tell her that. She was a blusher when you knew her well, which was adorable in itself.

• If Sevika is deep in thought, another habit of hers was stirring the coffee for stupid amounts of time. The most has been a full 15 minutes. Without drinking it first.

• Is not ashamed to moan whenever she eats your food.

• Really, you had trouble controlling yourself when she moaned.

• "I'm going to marry you right now if you keep making really good pancakes you know"

• Just because you made her food, she isn't sharing it with you. Your food is the best, and she won't ever share it. Even with others. If they want some, they need to find someone else.

• Tries to steal some of your bacon, any fucking chance she gets.

• Fails all the time.

• "If you want more, i can make you more Vika"

• You didn't like when she wasn't able to find time to eat, so a big breakfast was something you knew would get her through the day until the evening for dinner.

• Some mornings she's drinking the scolding hot coffee because she's already late. She wasn't worried about it burning her fucking throat. What a menace honestly.

• There were times when she didn't have time to eat your food, which made you upset. You loved taking care of her and making sure that she was eating and drinking. Alcohol doesn't count. You're always making sure she's drinking some water too.

• "I know, but I'm already late. I promise I will eat later, Sweetheart"

• You've got a habit of trying to hide food in any part of her clothes, just so she has something to snack on. She was clueless sometimes. (Surely her pants have pockets right? bc hiding a snack in her cloak would be cute, but i don't think that has pockets)

• If she's leaving in a rush, she leaves the apartment without another word. Instantly coming back after 5 minutes, just to give you a kiss, and whisper a small "I love you"

• If Sevika didn't have to work, you would still be eating your pancakes while she's already finished and ready to sleep again. She is a growing woman, and she needed her food okay?

• Sometimes she hated waking up so early, most mornings she was laying in bed looking at the ceiling, just waiting until she had the effort to get up. If she smells your food though? she's up before you can ask if she's hungry.

• She really enjoys those tired, soft kisses the pair of you share the most over breakfast.

• After a while, she's begging for more heart-shaped pancakes because she really fucking loves them.

• What can you say though? you love her, and you really enjoy that she loves the food you make for her.

#sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika headcanon

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yelenasdiary · 1 year

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Different Kind of Love | Drabble - Bottle of Wine

Pairing: CEO! MobBoss! Natasha Romanoff x Assistant! Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Working for Natasha was never easy and being a low-level assistant for the CEO wasn’t where you thought you’d be after working your hardest for 2 years. After catching you in tears on Christmas Eve, Natasha’s cold ways start to warm up.

Language Warning |Mentions of Sexual Assault | Mentions of Stalking | 0.9K |

Notes: Little drabble between Reader and Nat over a bottle of wine.

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"Go on, ask away" Natasha smiled softly as she poured two glasses of white wine. "Oh, I was only joking about that" you replied when she handed you a glass before walking over to the outdoor sofa for a more comfortable setting, "Then I guess I'll ask you questions" Nat chuckled as she looked over at you, "what is it that you really want to do? Career wise" she asked.

"I never really was set on anything growing up but then I had Dylan and I've read him so many picture story books that one day I just found myself doing little illustrations while he was napping" you smiled softly to yourself.

"So, you'd like to do illustrations for children's books?"

"I'd like to be an author. I think it would be fun to write a children's book then something for young adults then hopefully move onto something for elderly people" you sipped your wine, the bitter taste making you pull a disgusted expression. "You don't like wine?" Nat smirked, "it's a little bitter, I don't usually drink…. not after Kane" you placed the glass on the table in front of you. Natasha lent forward with her glass in one hand and placing her free hand on your knee, "He won't take Dylan, I promise you I'm going to do everything I can to make sure he never sees a single hair on Dylan ever again" she assures you of your worries by looking deeply into your eyes.

"He's not going to stop, he never has. I've moved from place to place just to feel safe, I don't want Dylan to grow up losing more and more every time Kane finds us. Dylan doesn't have a lot of friends his own age, I'm so scared to place him into pre-school but I know he needs it but you always hear stories of kids going missing because the teachers weren't completely aware of the family situations and I can't afford to place him into a private pre-school. I don't know what I'd do if Kane picked Dylan up one day" Your eyes filled with tears, Natasha's thumb rubbed gently over your knee.

"Let me help more, I don't mind. We can put him into a private pre-school and blacklist Kane's name from stepping foot on the property" she offered

"Natasha, you have already done so much for us, and we are so thankful but we can't keep taking your money. You need it, especially if you live in a place like this" you smiled softly trying to politely turn her offer down.

"Money means nothing and I have more than I'll ever need. I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think you and Dylan were worth it. I know I'm a bitch sometimes at work and I might over work everybody but seeing you on Christmas Eve softened me a little and I'll be damned if you ever mention that to anybody" Nat chuckled lightly, "you have struggled enough and it's okay to ask for help" she adds.

You couldn't help but look at the red head who only showed kindness and offered you the best she could but still, you shook your head. "Thank you for everything Natasha but we can't take any more of your money or time. Kane is my worry and if you represent me in court, I will pay you back, every cent"

"You're not going to pay me; I don't want you too. What am I going to do with that money? You need it much more than I do. Will you please just let me help you, I can convince a judge to put Kane away for a few long time and finally give you something you've been searching for, safety. You and Dylan would never have to move again, you won't ever have to worry about Kane ever again"

"How? There's no evidence anymore, it's been almost 6 years" you frown slightly, confused as to how any judge would believe your word over Kanes. "Honey, I'm Natasha Romanova, judge's fear me" she smirked before leaning back in her seat taking a sip of her wine, "I won't take no for an answer now, tell me more about this dream career of yours" she smiled softly.

"It's just that" you reached for your glass not wanting to speak another word about Kane or the worry a court case was building within you, "a dream career" you added before sipping your wine. "Would you show me your work one day?" Natasha asked causing you to chuckle slightly, "wasn't I supposed to ask you questions?" you raised a brow, "didn't you say that was joke?" Natasha laughed before taking another sip of her wine, "go on, ask away" she added.

"Does being a Lawyer and private detective really get you all this?" you asked, your eyes looking around you both. "Well, some of it, the rest comes more from a family business" the red head replied slightly squinting her eyes. "Would that be the red hour glass the maid had on her keys?" you asked, Natasha nodded slowly, "you saw that?"

"Yeah, the maid dropped her keys, so I picked them up for her…I'm sorry, did I over cross a boundary?"

"No, don't stress. The family business isn't something I talk about it with anybody, it's uh, too complicated for people to understand"

"What can be so complicated about it?" you chuckled, "unless you're a family of murderes" you joked. Natasha chuckled lightly along with you before taking another sip of her drink, "more wine?" she asked quickly changing the topic. "Sure, why not" you smiled completely unbothered.

Taglist: @marvelogic | @randomnessbecausewhynot | @blackwidow-3 | @lilsmeaux |

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aceofspadille · 1 year

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When Christmas is around the corner…

Character: Law x reader (and Heart Pirate members as guests starring)

Warnings: SFW, Xmas rituals routine

Christmas is your favorite time of the year, not only you, the whole crew! Maybe less a certain grumpy captain. Let's just say he does not hate it; he just doesn't like the noises of parties echoing all over the place. He is always against the idea of decorating the Polar Tang because they would have to take them off anyway, but somehow, you manage to convince him every single year. To repeat again, every single year, the effect you have on him is remarkable; how you manage to persuade him is beyond him. He always caught himself wondering the same question every damn time.

"Oh come on. It would be so much fun!" You spoke happily to Law. "Let's buy a big tree and put it in the kitchen again, yeah, Bepo?" You turned to Bepo and excitedly suggested.

Bepo, who never wants to upset Law, was shivering still. "Y/N, maybe a tiny tree on the desk this year would be better?" He spoke in a trembling voice, looking at Law fearfully. However, once he saw you rolling your eyes and showing your dissatisfied face, he quickly bowed his head and went for his usual speech. "Sorry."

"Law! Come on!" You turned to Law again, the said person still trying to act like he didn't want to do anything with it, nor did he approve it. "No…" As Law looked up to see your face, he already saw you making your signature puppy eyes, mouthing the word 'please' trying to convince him. “Y/N…”

As he was about to speak, you made a gesture about being super sad if they don't do any decoration this year and started to talk about how you all could be missing the most beautiful time of the year and how it could affect people's lives. Nothing makes sense in your speech, but somehow it got to Law. "Alright. Fine. We go shopping tomorrow."

Law was actually surprised with himself every single year, too; going shopping for the holidays was never his priority, much less decorating it. But your happy face has some magical power; it would just make him do whatever you want; as much as he wouldn't want to do something, as long as you want to do it, he would do it with you. "Oh, come on, Law!" He thought to himself and shook his head, silently regretting that he was giving in again.

The Polar Tang docked at a winter island, Penguin and Shachi went out to buy a big tree carrying it back to the ship. You and Ikkaku went out to buy all the ornaments and decorations needed. The crew was so excited to put all the ornaments on; everyone was lending a hand to make the ship colorful.

At times, Law would be in the office thinking about when they had to take off the decorations after Christmas. And then…

"You are so square, Law!" You spoke loudly with your hands on your hips from behind the door.

"What do you want?" Law frowned at you opening his door.

"I know what's in your mind." You winked at him laughing. "Go help out." You said while pulling his arm, Law rolled his eyes at your words, but then again, he gave in. Sometimes, he thought he pampered you too much. He shouldn't, he thought.

As the decoration finished, you and the crew were so happy. Jean Bart started to bring out all the den den mushi to play Christmas carols through the radios while Shachi and Ikkaku started dancing around, then Hakugan and Clione got on baking all the Christmas treats. You hummed some Christmas melodies and looked at Law smiling; Law couldn't help feeling peaceful whenever you and the crew were surrounding him, maybe that's why he agreed to all the silly things you all want to do; he smiled, which actually surprised you. As you made your way over to Law…

"Y/N, come! The first snow is here!" Penguin ran to you from the deck as fast as he could to inform you. He knows you always love to catch first snow.

"Really? Hey Law…?" Upon seeing him shake his head, you ignored the man and ran with Shachi and Bepo, following Penguin so fast that you forgot you only wore a tank top and shorts.

As you happily watched the snow, suddenly, a cold wind blew through, and before you wanted to run inside to grab a coat, a cloak was placed over you. You turned around and saw Law looking at you. "Don't get cold. I won't be able to sleep if you sneeze or cough next to me." He said, trying to act cool while blushing. He was not used to public affection at all.

You smiled brightly and pulled him down to kiss the tip of his nose, gaining admiration sound from everyone. "Thanks, babe." You whispered into his ear, which made him blush even more. Chuckled at his reaction, you pulled Law's hands to rub your face.

As Law stood with you, watching the snow and patting your head, you smiled happily, feeling thankful for him and everyone for another year of being together, and silently wished for many more years to come.

In the Polar Tang's kitchen, Christmas carols echo through the walls into everyone's hearts.

A/N: So Christmas is coming soon! This is my favorite period of the year because it's wholesome, so I'm planning to write a Christmas theme scenario for as many One Piece characters as I can.

Thank you for reading!

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“I’m sorry. You’re allowed to say no, I won’t be mad” ❤️

Commited!Series:

The Longest Time - Greg has wanted you for the longest time.

You - You and Greg sneak a moment after spending some time apart.

Secrets - Greg doesn’t want to be a secret any longer.

Love - Greg wants you.

Drunk Dial - Greg drunk dials your ex-husband after the Christmas Party

Crossing Lines - Your ex-husband shows up at Greg’s apartment.

Ten Minutes - Greg intends to make the most of his time with you.

It’s four in the morning and you’re standing outside Scotland Yard bundled up in your winter jacket, your hands wrapped around a takeaway cup of Costa hot chocolate. Greg leans against the wall beside you, sipping from the Vanilla Latte you’d brought with you. This is something the two of you do on weekends now because it’s the only way to see each other. He’s been Gold Commander for six weeks in a row and people are beginning to talk about what he’s done to piss the Superintendent off so much.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You say quietly, your gaze downcast as your thumb taps out a rhythm on the cardboard ridges. “You’re allowed to say no, I won’t be mad.”

“It’s just unexpected.” Greg tells you, shrugging his shoulders before he removes the lid from the Costa cup. “If I say yes, if we go to this thing together, people will know we’re in a relationship. Are you ready for that?”

The event the two of you are talking about is the City of London Police Awards and Charity Gala. You’re one of the few officers up for an award, you’d been part of an operation last year that had taken down a huge modern slavery network with ties to several criminal organisations around the country.

“The question is are you?” You ask him, taking up residence on the wall alongside of him. “You know what Castor’s been saying, if we go together people will assume that you’re the man who broke up our marriage…”

“I don’t care about that.” He says, draining the remains of his coffee before setting the empty cup down on the wall beside him, the white plastic lid tucked neatly inside. “I want to be there, I want to see you win that award, I want to celebrate your success.”

“But…” You prompt and he tucks his hands into his pocket.

“You know I come out better from the story than you do.” He says, his eyes meeting yours. “I get a slap on the back for fucking the bosses’ wife and you get…”

You know what you get because that shit it’s already happening. It’s been happening since Castor transferred you to the nightshift in Whitehall, since he started telling people an alternative version of events.

“I am sick of hiding how I feel.” You tell him as you set your own takeaway cup down on the wall you’re leaning against. “I’m tired of letting Castor dictate the boundaries of our relationship. I love you…”

You trail off because it’s the first time you’ve said it out loud and now the words are out in the ether and you can’t take them back. There’s a few seconds of silence before Greg’s shoulder nudges against yours.

“You know I love you Kate.” He says quietly, his fingers entwining with yours. “You the best thing that’s happened to me in a long time, I just wanted to make sure that you’re ready.”

You tilt your head up towards him and he thinks you couldn’t be more beautiful than you are in this moment. He’s known how you’ve felt about him for a long time, but hearing you say it. You have no idea what that does to a man.

“I am ready Greg.” You tell him, his lips brushing over yours. “I want everyone to know you’re the man I chose.”

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pinkcaddyconfessions · 1 year

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Anything for You, Darlin’

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Pairing: Elvis Presley x Reader (can be Austin!Elvis if you prefer)

Word Count: 2,389 words- my longest chapter yet

Warnings: Language, Fluff,

Author’s Note: well this is my longest chapter to date. I hope you enjoy it! I hope you had a happy thanksgiving if you celebrate!

@mslizziesblog

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Chapter 15

November 1977

Elvis was back on the road performing his latest tour. This tour was thirty days spent out through six weeks so he could spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with his family. Elvis didn’t want this tour to be just a greatest hits tour. He wanted to give each audience something different and exciting to look forward to. He did the classics like “Love Me Tender,” “Jailhouse Rock,” and “Hound Dog.” He performed his own renditions of his favorite songs like Dolly Parton’s “I Will Always Love You.”

You and the kids weren’t able to be a part of the tour in early November due to school schedules and other various activities, but Elvis was adamant on having you and his family with him during the December leg of his tour. Every single night before and after his shows, Elvis would call you to make sure all five of his babies were alright. He talked to Mallory, Elvis Jr, and John separately for ten minutes each before the show because he knew they would be asleep by the second call. That second call was all for you and baby Kennedy. He would ask you about the most mundane things like the weather, but you loved that about him.

November 23, 1977

Before long Elvis was home from the November leg of his tour. He came straight home from his NYC show in order to get home quicker. When he walked into the house, he wasn’t surprised that all the Christmas decorations were already up. He knew you loved Christmas just as much as he did, so he was ok with you decorating early. It was nearly 1AM so he didn’t expect anyone to be up when he quietly walked up the stair to the master bedroom. He didn’t see you in bed, so he went to the nursery to see if you were there. Just as he suspected, you were in the rocking chair holding Kennedy, oblivious to the fact that your husband was in the doorway. It wasn’t until you looked up for a quick moment that you saw him. It nearly startled you seeing him in the doorway.

“I thought you were never gonna notice me, Satnin.” Elvis started walking into the nursery to get closer to you.

“What are you doing home so early? You told me that you weren’t gonna be home until Wednesday night.”

Elvis was in front of you knelt down so he could be eye level worth you. “(Y/N), technically it is Wednesday. And besides, I couldn’t wait any longer to see my babies.”

You gently kissed him right on the lips. The taste of cigars and Coca-Cola still lingered. “Well, you ain’t gonna hear me complain. Welcome home baby.” Just in that moment, Kennedy’s eyes shot wide open, like she knew her daddy was home. “I don’t think I’m the only one who missed you Elvis.” You gently placed Kennedy in his arms. His heart melted every single time he saw you or his babies.

“Well hello there little Kennedy. How’s my little princess? You’ve gotten so big since the last I saw you baby girl.”

You softly giggled to yourself. “Elvis, she hasn’t grown that much in two and half weeks.”

“Satnin I’m telling you now, she’s grown at at an inch or two. At least she’s finally got some hair bless her heart.” He was right on that. Her hair was just starting to grow and of course, it was dark just like it was with her older siblings.

“Okay, you’re right Mr. Presley. Now can you please let her sleep?”

“Alright princess your mama said it’s bedtime. I’ll see ya first thing when the sun rises. Daddy loves you Kennedy.” Elvis gently kissed Kennedy’s head and then put her into the crib. “Come on (Y/N), it’s your bedtime too.” He gently picked you up and carried you into the bedroom. You could hear his heart beating while he carried you. Elvis carefully laid you down on your side of the king size bed and tucked you in. He was careful not to turn on any lights while he changed into his pajamas. When he finally got into bed, he saw that you were almost asleep so he wrapped his arms around your waist in order to pull you closer to him.

“Good night Satnin. Sweet dreams my baby doll.” He kissed the top of your head several times and then both of you feel asleep.

November 30, 1977

Elvis was so excited about today because his whole family was coming with him on tour. The whole Presley household was excited. For first time ever, all four kids were going on tour with you and Elvis. It wasn’t going to be easy, but it was sure gonna be worth it in the end. Elvis helped get everyone loaded on the private jet plane, Hound Dog II. The plane was custom made for your family with plenty of space.

By the time everyone was loaded on the plane, you were worn out. You tried your best to hide the exhaustion, but Elvis could see it. He got the kids settled down and ready for take off and then, he tended to you. As soon as the plane took off in the air, Elvis walked back to the queen sized bed that was custom made for you and him to find you curled up in a ball, almost halfway asleep. He got on the bed which made you jump almost clean out of your skin.

“Shit Elvis, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

“I didn’t mean to scare ya baby. Come here and let me take care of you Satnin.” He carefully pulled you into his lap and held you close to his chest. He started gently kissing your face and rubbing your head until you fell asleep. He kept saying sweet nothings into your ears while you sleeping. “I love you so much (Y/N). You’re always gonna be my queen. Sweet dreams Satnin. Elvis held you the entire plane ride so you could get some much deserved sleep.

In two hours time, you were almost to Chicago. Elvis started peppering your face with kisses to wake you up because knew you didn’t like to be startled when you were asleep. You slowly start to wake up and smile at the thought of still being in your husband’s arms. Elvis brushed your (Y/HC) hair away from your face so you see the Chicago skyline. You were in complete awe of the view.

After the plane landed, you and Elvis got the kids unloaded into the limousine and headed to the hotel for the night. Elvis softly tucked you and the kids into bed before getting himself into bed. This was the life he had always dreamed of. Sure, it was great being the King of Rock n Roll, but his whole world revolved around you and his babies. Elvis thanked God and his lucky stars every night that you had come into his life when you did, changing it for the better.

December 1, 1977

The day was already going a hundred miles a hour by the time the six of you left the hotel. He was already in his jumpsuit that you picked for him to wear that night, the blue swirl. You loved the way that jumpsuit brought out his blue eyes, even through the blue tinted sunglasses that he was wearing. Elvis loved it when his little family matched it so you did it every single chance you could. You and Mallory are matching in white bell bottom pants and blue blouses while baby Kennedy was in a baby blue long sleeve dress. Elvis Jr and John are in navy blue button up shirts and black slacks.

When you got to Chicago Stadium, you all were escorted by security and the Memphis Mafia to Elvis’ dressing room. Elvis was pacing around the room out of nerves. He had been doing this for twenty plus years and still questioned himself. What if he forgot the words? What if they didn’t like him?

“Babe, you’re gonna make track marks in the floor if you keep pacing around like that.”

“Satnin, I’m nervous as hell and you know that.”

“Now hun, you are not just any performer. You are Elvis fucking Presley. Every single time you go on that stage, lightning strikes. More importantly, you’re my husband Elvis. The father of my children. I love you so much baby. Now go out there and sing your heart baby. The kids and I will be out there watching you.”

“Alright (Y/N), I’ll be looking for my babies. Don’t get mad at me if I decide to surprise you night baby.”

“I expect nothing less from you Mr. Presley. I love you baby”

“I love you too Satnin.” Elvis took your face in his hands and kissed you right on the mouth. By the time he got done kissing you, your nude pink lipstick was all over his lips. He chuckled as he saw the lipstick on his lips. You and the kids were led out to the front row. The nervous energy of the crows was exciting for you.

The 2001 Space Odyssey started to play. Moments later, Elvis came out calm, cool, and collected. The crowd was electric and screaming for him. His performance was amazing like usual. About half way through the show, Jerry came out to get you and the kids. You were puzzled on why he was coming to get you because it was too soon. He didn’t say a word when he escorted to you and the kids to stage area. Elvis introduced the band and orchestra like he always did. After two more songs, he took a breather before he spoke to the crowd again.

“Ladies and gentleman, I’ve introduced you to my band, but there’s a few more people I wanna bring out. Daddy, come up here.” Vernon slowly came up the stairs and met Elvis. “This is my dad, Vernon.” The crowd applauded for him. After Vernon left the stage, Elvis began to speak again. “Now I wanna introduce you to the love of my life, (Y/N) Presley. Come on out here baby!” You were hesitant to come out, so he went over to you and took you by the hand so he could lead you out himself. “Now I don’t know why she’s actin’ all bashful, there’s no need for it she’s so beautiful. This woman right here has put with me for at least fifteen years, being married to me for eleven of those years.” You couldn’t hide the fact that you were blushing and Elvis chuckled to himself.

“I love you baby.” You tried to walk off the stage, but Elvis gently grabbed your hand. “Sorry baby, but you’re staying up here doll. Now I’d also like to introduce our beautiful children. Mallory! Elvis Jr! John! Come on out!” Your three older children came running to you and Elvis. The twinkle in their eyes was something to behold. They hugged both of you like they haven’t seen either one of you in a week even though they just saw you. Elvis looked at you and mouthed go get Kennedy to you. “Now ladies and gentlemen, as you all know we just welcomed another baby in August. Little miss Kennedy came a little early, but I’m happy to say that she’s alright. My wife’s getting her now.” You saw the tears in his eyes as he saw you holding baby Kennedy in your arms. “Here for her very first concert, Kennedy Grace Presley.”

While the whole audience was applauding, Elvis took the moment to softly coo to his littlest baby. “How’s my little baby girl right now? Are you being good for mama? Come here baby, daddy wants to show you off little darlin.” You handed Kennedy to your husband and then he proceeded to show her off. “Isn’t she beautiful people. She gets it all from her pretty little mama.” You chuckled and nudged him. You knew for a fact that Elvis was the most beautiful man alive and here he was calling you beautiful. He took any chance he could to embarrass you or show your whole family off.

“Thank you very much honey. Now kids go back with Uncle Jerry, I got one more surprise for your mama.” Jerry came out to get Kennedy and to lead the older children off the stage. You glared at your husband wondering what he had in store. “Come here (Y/N), there’s one more thing I have in store you baby.” You walked to him and he wrapped his left arm around you. You tell this man was forever in love with you. “This next song is for this beautiful woman right here. My wife, the mother of my children. My world. My rock. I’m ready whenever the band is.” The music began playing and you recognized the song immediately: How the Web was Woven. He knew you loved that song so much that he decided to surprise you with it. The tears began flowing from your eyes as he was singing to you. When the song ended, Elvis hugged you tight and whispered in your ear “I love you so much (Y/N) (Y/M/N) Presley. Don’t you ever forget it Satnin.” He gracefully walked you to the stairs and kissed you one more time. When we saw you had made it down the stairs, Elvis continued on with the show. When it came time for “Can’t Help Falling in Love” you and the kids were escorted out to the limo to wait for Elvis. Minutes later, Elvis came into the car with you and the babies. He loved on you and the kids.

“You did amazing tonight baby. I love you Elvis Aaron Presley.”

“I love you too Satnin. Now let’s get to the Hound Dog II and go to Indianapolis baby. I know you’ve always wanted to see Christmas lights in every state, including Hawaii so cross Indiana off the list.” This man knew you like the back of his hand. His main goal in life was making you happy and he was willing to do anything to do that.

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Hi! I have a request if you like it for hangman x pilot!reader: they finishing training for a mission -not dating yet, but the feelings and bantering is there- are the last ones at the base (the others are at the bar already) and they see eo after having a shower/changing and he says something like "see you at the bar" and she says she's not sure she's going today, he asks without trying to show he's interested if she has a date or something and she says something but then he founds out she's planning on driving around and seeing the christmas decorations/lights around town, you can choose what happens after, sorry if it's too specific, actually anything of hangman that is fluffy will be okay💜

christmas in july? yes

hope you like this one!

word count: 808

warnings: i don’t think there’s any?

Light Show

After a long day of training, your body is aching. You’ve been training for this special mission for almost a week, but you’ve been in the Navy for years. It gets easier, but it’s still difficult. Especially when you have to train for a mission like this with Hangman.

The bickering is getting old, but there is no way in hell you're going to make peace with Seresin.

You’re standing in one of the showers on base, letting yourself relax a little to the feeling of water streaming down your back. It’s warm, but the base is always hot. Southern Cali, man.

When you will yourself away from the shower and get dressed, you see him.

“I’d say it’s good to see you, but I don’t lie very often.” You say. His hair is wet too, and nobody else is around so it clicks. You and Jake are the only people at the base.

“Yeah, yeah. You coming to the Hard Deck tonight?”

You shake your head and play with your hands a little bit. It’s a nervous habit, and you are definitely nervous being alone with Jake because damn, he is hot, and it’s harder to convince yourself you hate him without other people around.

“I wasn’t planning on it,”

“Did you, finally,” he says, pausing for emphasis. “find a date?”

You roll your eyes and lightly punch his shoulder.

“You’re such a dick. If I wanted a date, I would have one by now.”

He raises an eyebrow in questioning, as if he doesn’t believe you.

“I’m just, look, I want to go see the Christmas lights in town.”

“Oh.” He says. He’s punching himself in his head, asking ‘Why did I say that?’.

He’s silent for a minute, and you start to panic.

“Don’t laugh, it reminds me of home.”

“Can I come?” He asks, and he mentally kicks himself. ‘Way to be smooth, dickhead.’

“‘I mean, I guess?” You say, head tilted.

Somehow, you end up settled in his car on the passenger's side. He has nice leather seats in his car. Mariah Carey is playing the second he turns on the car and you’re shocked to see the CD case sitting in the insanely clean cup holder.

“Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin listens to Mariah Carey?” You tease.

“Yes, I do. My niece happens to love Mariah Carey’s Christmas music.” He says in mock offense while he starts the car.

“Your niece? Tell me about her.” You say, in genuine shock that the Hangman has a family,

His eyes light up when he’s talking about her, and frankly it’s adorable. He’s recalling stories of the times he’s seen her over the years, mostly mentioning the funny ones. It’s hard not to laugh with him and he has such a pretty laugh.

“There was this time I was babysitting, the last time I saw her actually, and we went to the zoo,”

By the end of it you decide ‘he’s not so bad’. A high compliment.

You stop at a particularly pretty light show, one that’s seemingly pretty big. Both you and Hangman start to unbuckle your seatbelts to join the crowd.

It’s even more gorgeous outside of the car, especially when the red from the candy cane lights illuminate all of Jake’s features. He’s staring at the light show in awe, and based on the look he’s wearing, he’s thinking of his niece.

“I miss her.” He says to you, a small confession.

“I can tell.” You whisper back, and normally, it might sound like you’re teasing him again, but you’re really just trying to comfort him.

There’s some random Christmas music playing in sync with the light show.

“It would have been so much better with snow.”

“We’re in San Diego, sweetheart.”

“I know, I know. I just miss home.”

“Me too.”

He wraps an arm around you to try and console you, his grin ever-so bright.

“Hot Chocolate?”

“It’s warm enough already. I’m in.”

It’s 12 A.M. on a Sunday now. You’re sitting with Hangman in a small café drinking hot chocolate, thinking ‘What the hell’ and ‘How did it end up like this?’ because you and Seresin are definitely not friendly, far from it. Yet, you’re sitting here, laughing at his stupid jokes.

Sitting with him after he looked at Christmas lights with you, minimal mockery included.

He’s looking at you with such admiration, and it’s scary. It’s different from the look of disdain he usually uses to greet you, but it’s welcome.

His smile feels like home.

He feels like home.

So, you can’t hold yourself back when he says “I really want to kiss you.”

His hands are tangled in your hair and you’re standing outside in the Southern California warmth, feeling warm inside too.

So, even though you’re not at home, you’re with home and that’s almost better.

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Yes write that blurb!!!🥹😍😍

Hehehe can do. (Also i made this gif so don’t come at me for not crediting)

Word Count: 1.1k

“Oh, wait,” Carson pondered for a second as she stood in the middle of the living room, one hand on her hip, the other touching her face as she glanced around in thought. “Maybe the tree will look better over there.”

“Carse, I’ve moved this box three times. Please make up your mind, babe.” Auston groaned as he stood up straight and looked over at his wife.

It was December 1st, just a regular Thursday to everyone else and an off day for Auston, but to Carson, it was so much more important than that. Why? Because it was the day, the Matthews family was decorating for Christmas.

Since moving out of the condo and into their new house in Toronto, Carson was overwhelmed and excited by the space she had to decorate. To make it all more exciting, it was also Mia’s first holiday season which had Carson wanting to make it even more special.

However, she didn’t expect to be so stressed out.

The rest of the house was basically decorated. Carson made sure to buy festive decor around the house's main floor, including garland, glass jars filled with ornaments, lights and an unnecessary amount of Christmas-scented candles. She’d already offered to host at least two Christmas gatherings, not including when some of the family would stay with them later in the month.

There was a lot on Carson’s plate with all the planning she had to do, but even that wasn’t as bad as the dread she felt when it came to making everything look perfect.

“Ok, but what if we set it up in that corner, and it doesn’t look good?” Carson asked, a slight pout on her lips as she looked at her husband.

“I think it’ll look great in either corner,” Auston tried to reason.

“Well, Mia might want it in a different corner entirely.”

“I’m sure Mia doesn’t care where the tree gets set up, Carson,” he told her and nodded toward their 10-month-old, who was busy trying to climb into a box of ornaments. “She seems occupied.”

“Oh, Mia,” Carson reacted as she moved from her spot to go over and pick up their daughter. “You can’t go in there, little miss.”

Mia started giggling as Carson peppered her with kisses, and as soon as she was set back on the ground, didn’t waste any time crawling over to where Frank lay in front of the electric fireplace.

Carson watched Mia with a small smile, and Auston observed them both for a moment, his heart swelling with adoration. He didn’t want to ruin the moment, but he knew that he and Carson needed to figure out the tree situation before Mia got into something she wasn’t supposed to.

“What about this corner here,” Auston spoke up as he moved to said corner. “It won’t block the window seat, and you can still see it from outside. It’s away from the doorway into here, so Frank won’t be running into it all the time, and because it’ll be against the same wall as the TV and fireplace, we’ll still have a perfect view of it from the couch.”

“I guess that could work,” Carson responded, but clearly still thinking. “I just don’t want to get it all set up and regret putting it there.”

“You’re really putting a lot of thought into this.”

“I just want it to be perfect, Auston. Is you not stressing me out even more about it too much to ask?”

Auston blinked in surprise, not expecting that reaction from the woman standing across from him, and even Carson seemed surprised by her outburst.

“I-I’m sorry,” she apologized immediately and looked away from Auston, trying to blink back the tears she could feel forming as she fiddled with the sleeves of her hoodie. “I didn’t mean to snap.”

“Hey, it’s ok,” Auston assured her and wasted no time moving from where he stood so he could go over to Carson. Once he was beside her, Auston pulled her into his embrace, and Carson immediately wrapped her arms around him and leaned against his chest. “You wanna tell me what’s going on? I know there’s no way the location of our Christmas tree has got you this upset.”

“You know me well,” Carson chuckled and shook her head before sighing. “I’ve just been thinking about my mom a lot lately. She loved Christmas and always made it so special for Mya, Nate and me. It was magical, and I want to do the same for Mia. Obviously, I know she will not remember her first Christmas, but I will.”

Auston couldn’t help the smile that grew as he listened before moving to place a kiss on top of Carson’s head.

“I love you,” he mumbled against her hair. “Mia’s first Christmas is going to be amazing. I won’t question what you want to do anymore. When we moved in here, I promised you could be the interior decorator, which applies to holidays.”

“Even though I go overboard?” Carson asked as she moved away from Auston’s chest to look up at him.

“Yes, I think it’s cute.”

At that, Carson smiled and then stood on her tiptoes so she could peck his lips. “I love you.”

“And I love you,” Auston reminded her. “Now, about this damn tree.”

“I think you might be onto something by putting it in the corner by the window,” Carson chuckled as she stepped away from Auston and over to the corner he was standing in a few minutes prior. “It’ll cover some of the bookshelf, but I can live with that.”

“You say like these aren’t all books you’ve read and that you don’t have more all around the house.”

“And what about it?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Auston responded, smiling and holding his hands up in surrender. “Alright, so the tree goes in that corner. Final answer?”

“Yes, I think it’ll look great there,” Carson answered.

“Perfect,” Auston said before pushing the box toward the area. “Now that’s decided, we can finally start setting it up.”

“And fluffing, which I know you love so much.”

“Right… the best part.”

Carson laughed at Auston’s sarcasm before moving to lift the box of ornaments and lights over to where Auston started piecing the tree together, but before she could even look at the box, she was met by a thud a gasp and the sound of small items spilling out all over the floor.

Carson and Auston quickly looked to the source of the noise to find Mia sitting beside the now tipped-over box, surrounded by ornaments and looking at her parents in surprise. Soon, her shocked expression faded as she let out a happy squeal and grabbed an ornament by its string to swing around merrily.

Auston and Carson looked at each other again, trying not to laugh before Auston spoke.

“I don’t think Christmas decorating will ever be boring now that we have her to keep us entertained.”

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Picking up the Christmas tree - Day 1

TW : Fluff

Summary : to allow the festivities to begin you and Jordan went on your annual yearly Christmas tree pick up. With Jordan being the most grumpy yet cheery man you had no idea how you would make it all work.

Today was the day the Christmas festivities could finally begin. With months of preparing and endless hours searching for ideas on Pinterest you where finally starting to see a vision of what Christmas at home was going to look like. Jordan had never wanted to intrude on your preparing for Christmas, deep down he could trust you he knew that no matter what you picked, no matter the colour, length or amount of glitter something had on it he trusted it would look just as perfect as any other day at home. There wasn't a day in which went by when you didn't think off what baubles to have on the tree or what tone of lights where going to be hanging from the garage. You had become obsessed. Ever since a child you had found a certain fondness in the month of December, you weren't sure what it was but whatever it was you fell head over heels for.

The clock struck nine am and you and Jordan where about to embark on an hour trip to pick up your perfect Christmas tree. Having a real Christmas tree was something you dreamt of since a small child, it seemed so magical to have the real deal instead of a fake one pushed out of a box. You wanted to search and search for your perfect tree, the one that would make your eyes light up and your feet jump of the floor, the one that you would admire every time you walked down the stairs with the warm light's twinkling and the shiny baubles hanging.

"I am so excited" you explained with a joyful smile as you pushed open the car door out onto the car park. Jordan and you had been belting out to every Christmas song known to man on the way and you where more than sure you would be doing round 2 on the way home.

"i am not because I'm the one that will have to carry it!" Jordan replied with his piercing accent as he slammed the door shut with a laugh and made his way over to you. Your hands reached around to his neck as you looked up at his grumpy expression.

"cheer up babe its Christmas" you softly said as you kissed his soft wet lips and grabbed his hand with your own with a laugh escaping your mouth. His anger seemed to fade at the act of carrying the Christmas tree as his body was clashed with yours and you both made your way to the hundreds of Christmas trees. You heard the sounds of children's laughter and many adults trying there best to pick out the best tree. Your eyes scanned the deep green trees which stood high waiting for there festive home. It was a word of green as nothing else seemed to take away the magic in which was Christmas.

"3ft. 4ft. 5ft. 6ft." Jordan read out as you passed the outside aisles of many sized trees. "Y/n what size do we need?" Jordan quickly added as he had no idea where his feet should be taking him.

"The biggest one babe!" You replied back with a laugh as you pushed him over to the largest ones. Jordan's body aimlessly waddled over to the end aisle with you quickly following behind with both hands on his back. There where herds of people missing out the large trees as they where more than aware of the stress it would bring but you where sure of your vision. You believed Christmas should be the most over the top and exciting time of the year and that was not changing for anything.

"look at that one" you shouted as you pointed over to the one beneath your eyes. You quickly made a beeline to the green structure making home within your eyes. It looked as if you where admiring your Pinterest boards.

"hmmm that would actually fit to be honest" Jordan admitted with tight lips as his hands pushed down in his coat pockets. His hands where freezing by the second and his nose was glowing red with promising snow within the hour.

"I can only agree" you said as if you knew already it would fit. you had no idea, measuring was not your strong point. Your idea of measuring was using your arms and hoping for the best.

"you have absolutely no idea do you?" Jordan asked with a smile as he blew into his red hands in aim to create some warmth. You answered him with a side glare as you moved closer to the tree of choice. You attempted to grab the plant with both hands as you felt your husbands eyes dancing all over you. "Do you need help?" he added with a laugh as he watched your face turn into a frown as the lack of movement from the object you wanted to release.

"yes please" you mumbled as you stepped back and let Jordan do the hard work. secretly he loved helping you out, he was there whenever you needed a helping hand with anything - killing a bug, putting a shelf up or simply opening a bottle. Although he loved helping you he did earn pleasure from being his sarcastic and cheeky self, you didn't mind too much though, you where actually drawn to his mischief and constant entertainment.

As soon as you and Jordan had payed for the tree and got it to your car you knew you where faced with the hard task of fitting it on the top of your shared car. Years and years you where faced with this very same task with your parents - minutes and hours went by of arguing, struggles, sweating and loosing parts of the tree.

"god help us" you mumbled with a laugh as you watched Jordan force it up onto the top of the roof. His face went red and you where sure his arms where going to burst out of his coat but with every push the tree seemed to move closer and closer to the top of the car. Thankfully. Your sleeve was resting over your lips as you cautiously watched his actions towards the huge greenery moving up the large range rover. With one last push the tree made home on top as Jordan's shoulders seemed to drop and leave every responsibility he had ever had as he saw the masterpiece he had made.

"done" Jordan said with a low breathe and hopeful eyes as he looked down at your small frame. You looked up with a beaming smile and glowing eyes at his efforts.

"what would i do without you?" you asked with a laugh as his cold hands took hold of your waist and pushed you up to his eye level. As your eyes locked into each others you couldn't help but feel like the whole world completely stopped and it was just you and him in the moment. The world stood still and nothing else seemed to make sense until the sky's opened and let out the pieces of white glow that created the world to seem so quiet and small.

"absolutely nothing babe! you would be a bit stuck" he said with a laugh as he kissed your soft wet lips and felt the cold from your nose on his. "Right get in that car! I'm freezing" he added as he pulled open the car door and guided you into the vehicle. The white orbs fell onto the car window making nothing but small mountains on the glass in-front of you. He made his way around the car with a warm smile and an exciting buzz filling his veins.

"Jordan listen" You said as he plummeted into the drives seat and you turned up the volume with a stretched arm. Jordan's concentrated face fell onto him as he listened to the Christmas song blast through the speakers.

"Its officially Christmas" he said with a smile as he tuck your face in his hand and kissed your squashed plump lips. Your heart doubled at his small act of affection, Jordan never failed to make you feel like the most amazing and luckiest girl in the world. It was officially Christmas.

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Trafalgar Law x reader

💌 Fake it till you make it: Chapter 8 💌

Summary: To avoid an arranged marriage set up by Doflamingo, Law needs to bring home a girlfriend during the Christmas break and you just so happen to be a theatre major in the same dorm at One Piece University. What could possibly go wrong?

Tropes: College AU, Fake Dating, Idiots in love

💌 Word count: 4,634 💌 <= Previous Chapter | Next Chapter =>

Law has been missing for three days. Ever since the dinner with Doflamingo it's like the surgeon disappeared without a trace. You were worried and every time you tried to call or text him it went straight to voicemail or you were left on read. No one could get a hold of him, not even Bepo, Shachi or Penguin. You had to beg Sabo to unlock his dorm only to find all of his belongings were already gone. No note no nothing, the only thing left was his key on the desk. You felt like you were still asleep and were having a nightmare but you knew that you were awake. Since the second night of him being MIA you hadn't been getting much sleep. Not even hugging lil Law was helping. You just wish you had answers. You knew something was bothering him about dinner, about Doflamingo being there but you didn’t think Law would run away without warning. You thought you guys were past this but you guess not. Maybe he thinks this is something he has to do alone. When he comes back you were going to kick his ass for making everyone worry.

At first since it was the weekend you didn’t think much of it. You knew he liked having space but on Monday the Death Club actively went out of their way to corner you for answers. Answers you didn’t have. Some girlfriend you were. Of course they gave you an earful about it too. You tried contacting the hospital and they said he was on academic leave. There were only so many reasons he could be taking a leave of absence so you started to fear the worst.

It didn't help that no one could get a hold of him but after some thought it’s more likely that Law didn’t want any of you to find him at the moment. He's not the kind of person to be making stupid career moves. At least not in his last year. Still a leave of absence was pretty serious. This had to be Doflamingo's doing, you're sure of it. On your way back to the dorm you caught a glimpse of Sanji showing Pudding around. Apparently she managed to enroll this late in the game but in the end decided not to move into the dorms. A good choice because it would have been really awkward for you given your last confrontation with her. Yet the timing of everything was peculiar. The moment she shows up, Law disappears. You couldn’t help but feel jealous of Pudding as she hung out with Sanji the past few days. Which almost didn't make a lick of sense to you. Key word being almost maybe Sanji’s incessant flirting finally worked. They seem like they’ve gotten really close. Come to think of it this was probably how Pudding felt seeing you with Law. Maybe she's just lonely and wants a friend.

Your phone rang snapping you out of your thoughts. You were about to open the door to the dorms when you saw the caller ID. It was Corazon. Part of you was almost relieved but the other hand you had a bad feeling about this. At least maybe you could get some answers. You walked into the lounge area as you picked up the phone. It seemed everyone was huddled around the TV. You stood in the back corner to not disturb anyone.

"Hello?" You answered, Corazon had never called you before so it felt a little strange to talk to him especially in light of recent events. He did say you could call him if you needed anything, maybe you should have got in touch with him sooner.

"(Y/N)! Thank God I got a hold of you. I have been trying to get in touch with Law for hours. I don’t know what's gotten into him but I swear I'll get to the bottom of it I promise you. My bastard of a brother is behind it. I know it, Law wouldn’t do this willingly." Bepo noticed you first and he started tapping the others on the shoulder to let them know you had returned. The gesture made you quirk an eyebrow with how panicked and worried he was seeing you. You wondered what they were watching that had them all so captivated. You stepped closer to get a better view. "Wait Corazon what did Law do? Is he okay? He went missing three days ago and no one has heard from him since."

Corazon sounded like he was knocked sideways "You don't know?!" As he was about to explain what happened as you saw it in real time on the TV causing everyone to stare back at you. A picture of Trafalgar Law and a picture of Charlotte Pudding filled the screen with bells and a white banner framing the photos together.

"Law announced his engagement to Pudding."

You couldn’t stand anymore as the announcement flashed across the screen for the union of the Donquixote and Charlotte family heirs. The two major corporations are using this opportunity to boost business which was pretty controversial given the year but hey money is power. You slowly slumped to your knees. Out of everything that you imagined could be the reason for Law’s disappearance this wasn’t it. You stayed there wide eyed completely stunned by the news not having the strength to hold yourself up anymore.

"Law…is….engaged?"

This is what Pudding was talking about that night. This is what she had you agree to. She knew ahead of time that she would be engaged to Law, knowing that you were his girlfriend and she forced you to say yes. You saw Luffy start to make a fuss and everyone was rushing to see if you were okay since you were on the floor but it was all white noise to you.

You weren’t really there, how could you pay attention to them after receiving the news? All your focus was on Corazon as he explained that it was unusual for Law to come back to Dressrosa out of the blue but he didn't think the surgeon would leave without saying anything. He could tell something was wrong with him because of how devoid of emotion Law was. Law was blunt and spoke very direct most of the time but this was different. Corazon said there was no light in his eyes; it was like he was just going through the motions. Corazon had only found out this morning, it was the big headliner when he read the paper. Even he didn't know about the engagement until today. "I promise I'll fix this. Doflamingo's not the only one with power. I'll contact you again when I have more information."

"Thank you Corazon."

"Oh and one more thing. Law loves you. I'd bet my life on it but when this is all over don't let him off the hook so easily." With that he ended the call and the flood gates started to open. The tears streamed down your face, you were at a loss for words. It wasn’t that you were crying because it was gut wrenchingly painful, you were just overwhelmed. This is what you were trying to prevent in the first place and it sounds like you failed miserably. It wouldn't have been so bad if you didn't have feelings for him and visa versa. Moreover you were pissed off at Pudding. She knew the entire time. That’s why her behavior at the banquet rubbed you the wrong way.

After rationalizing the situation for a bit to get your bearings back you were able to relay the little information you received. That’s when Sanji welcomed Pudding into the common room like he had the past two days. Pudding gave you a grim wide smile, the same one Doflamingo wears so proudly and it all clicks into place. You couldn’t make this up, you genuinely think you are aware of what's going on. This is some cruel prank on you but what of Law’s involvement. It was the only piece missing as you rack your brain around this sick joke. The world spun around flashbacks from the past few weeks were overflowing through your mind as you were trying to connect more dots and before you knew it everything went dark.

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Corazon was livid; he thought he raised Law better than this. He knew his brother was a terrible influence but he couldn’t part from him; he just didn’t have it in him to do so. He tried phoning Law one more time before he decided enough was enough he was going to find him and force him to clarify exactly what the fuck is going on and when he’s done with Law he was going to beat the shit out of Doflamingo. Oh yeah Corazon was pissed. Once again just like the times before the call went straight to voicemail. That’s it the blonde has had enough. He was about to go looking for Law when he heard the door open. Corazon didn’t even push in his chair as he furiously marched toward whoever walked in. With any luck it would be his brother so he could deck him in the face.

To his surprise when he rounded the corner he was met with Law’s almost broken stare. Law tried to briskly walk past him but the taller man gripped his shoulder. “And where do you think you’re going? I have been calling you for hours!” Law only shrugged in response. Corazon shoved the newspaper in his face. “What about (Y/N)? She said you disappeared without saying anything. I thought she was your girlfriend. What happened?”

Corazon looked fierce. Law had never seen the blonde this angry before. Not even that time that he attempted to kill him could compare to the expression he was making now. He must have really liked (Y/N). “It's all been a lie." Law said flat out. "I only paid her to be my girlfriend. Sorry to disappoint you.” It was technically the truth after all but after everything Corazon wasn't buying it.

“That’s bullshit and you know it, I know it, hell even Doffy knows it. We've all seen the way you look at her." Corazon grit his teeth knowing there was a good chance he might not get a straight answer. "What did he do!"

Law has half a mind to walk away without saying anything. He was an adult and he could fight his own battles but the way Corazon was scolding him made him feel like a kid again. The lack of sleep was also not helping and here Law thought he had more resolve. "I didn't have a choice!" Part of Law wanted to know what exactly Corazon would do and before he could stop himself he started absentmindedly divulging information. "He had Vergo run a background check on (Y/N). Her mom's admitted at our hospital and-"

"HE WHAT!" Corazon knew Doffy was not afraid to get his hands dirty for something he wanted but honestly this is weirdly a new low but also not that surprising. It was only strange due to Law’s involvement with (Y/N). Their family business was a complex mess as it was; he didn't need this on top of it all. Corazon's face became solemn "Stay put. I need to have a word with my brother."

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You woke up on the couch an hour later. Chopper said you were fine and that you fainted because you were shocked about the news. Pudding was nowhere to be found having gone home for the day after you collapsed. If anyone asked her about the situation no one told you anything about it but you felt like they were holding out on you. You were still in disbelief about the whole thing and all you could do now was wait for Corazon to get back to you with whatever information he could scrap up. You remained on the couch waiting for the call. You lost track of time as you were staring at your phone. Although you started to notice you were never left alone and that someone was always with you on the couch and when they had to leave they would get someone else to take their place. It appeared that everyone was worried about you and were taking shifts to watch over you. Probably to make sure you didn’t pass out again or to make sure you didn’t do anything stupid. At the moment you were with Luffy, Sabo and Ace. Luffy and Ace were playing a game on the other sofa and Sabo was watching some news story about a rebellion when there was a breaking news story that overtook the channel's priority.

You felt light headed as you continued to watch the footage being displayed on the TV. You felt your stomach drop seeing Corazon’s picture flash across the screen. He'd been shot and was in critical condition. “No…” you spoke barely above a whisper before trailing off. This couldn’t be happening. He must have learned too much and Doflamingo saw him as a threat. You grit your teeth, this was all your fault there had to be something you could do. As they showed another shot of the outside of the hospital you abruptly stood up to quickly write the name down hastily gathering your things. You need to go to Dressrosa, now. You didn't care if you had to travel by bus or on foot you were going and that's final.

Everyone picked up on what was going through your head as they all gave a subtle nod to each other. Luffy stood in front of you as you prepared to leave. “You’re going to kick Mingo’s ass and get Torao back right? I’m coming with you!” Luffy was cracking his knuckles but Ace and Sabo put a hand on his shoulder “Oh no you don’t. Are you forgetting you can’t drive?” Sabo flashed his keys but Ace rolled his eyes “Aren’t you forgetting that your classes have mandatory attendance?" Sabo frowned but Ace continued the roast "Besides, it's a 5-6 hour drive to Dressrosa and you drive like a grandma. My bike could probably make it there within 2 or 3.” Luffy grumbled since he wanted to help too “But your bike can only fit two people, what am I supposed to do!”

Ace flicked his forehead “Stay put like a good little brother, it’s not your fight yet. Let’s go (Y/N)” you nodded as you followed Ace out. “Thank you for this, I owe you one.” Ace smile "Consider it a truce. Everyone in our dorm is like family to me and no one messes with my family and gets away with it. I'm sure you would have done the same.”

Normally people would sit behind the motorcyclist but you insisted on sitting in front of him. You were short enough to and you were terrified of him falling asleep. At least this way, in the event of it happening, you'd be able to steer and avoid crashing. At this point Ace falling asleep was the least of your worries as the man drove like a maniac. He wasn't kidding when he said he could make it there in half the time. You're glad you were sitting in front of him because otherwise you would have been gripping on to him for dear life and he would have had to pry you off of him. When you got off the bike your legs were still shaky until you got to the front desk and asked what room Corazon was in.

"Floor 3 room 305 but you'll need to fill out this form first" She handed you a clipboard and a pen "Currently only family members are allowed for visitation hours but regardless you'll have to fill out the form." You walked away to fill out the form glaring at the “relation to patient” section. You sighed “Ace, I think we came all this way for nothing.” When you turned around Ace had collapsed on the floor and the nurse that was watching the counter rushed to his aid. Which meant no one was watching the entrance. This was your chance! You’ll have to thank Ace’s narcolepsy later as you moved as quickly as you could without drawing attention to yourself. Once you were out of the line of sight you sprinted down the empty hall to the elevator.

Once you got to the third floor it wasn’t very hard to find the room since it was near the front of the floor. You peered into the room through the small window. The coast was clear. You ducked into the room. Corazon had a room all to himself and he looked stable for now. The vase near the bed was empty which hopefully meant that Law hadn’t come here yet. Although you guess you could have also asked the nurse if he'd already visited or you could have stayed in the lobby and waited for him to show up. You sat in the chair provided for visitors listening to Corazon’s steady heart rate while sending Ace a text explaining where you ran off too when he collapsed. You didn’t really think this plan through you felt bad making him wait up especially since there was no guarantee that Law would even show up but you had a hunch that he would. You know how much he loves Corazon and if you were feeling guilty then he was probably dying inside.

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Law was pacing in his room. Corazon told him to stay put but he didn’t exactly tell him for how long. He threw himself on his bed. Why did he have to get so many people involved? The situation was aggravating because it all came back around to Law making every wrong decision. He couldn’t change the past but he could plan his next move but he needed to know what Corazon planned to do or did. It had been a few hours now and Law was starting to get worried. Doflamingo wouldn’t, right? The more he thought about it the more the blood drained from his face. He broke out into a cold sweat as he frantically turned his phone back on. He’s had it off for the past few days wanting everyone to leave him alone. Once it finally started up every notification came through causing his phone to vibrate uncontrollably until the alerts finally caught up with the present. He tried calling but after ringing a few times it went to voicemail. Then he tried his best to sift through all the missed calls and text messages but looking at the time stamp there were no new messages from Corazon.

That's when he noticed a strange notification that seemed to be from one of the news apps he had. He could have sworn he disabled all alerts from said application but this one somehow went through. His curiosity and boredom got the better of him and opened it. He nearly dropped his phone. This was all his fault. He grit his teeth, he'd never forgive Doflamingo for this.

It didn't take Law that long to rush to the hospital and he had no trouble with finding the room. What he didn't expect was to see (Y/N) fast asleep holding Corazon's hand. It made Law tense. He didn't think he'd have to confront her so soon. It's the reason he left for Dressrosa to begin with. Everything would be easier if she hated him and never wanted to see him again. Grabbing the chart he looked Corazon over he suffered severe blood loss. Although the shot itself wasn't fatal and the surgery went well the blonde slipped into a coma. There was no predicting when he'd wake up.

He knelt down to grab his other hand "I'm so sorry Cora-san." He gave it a light squeeze before standing back up. He glanced back at (Y/N) this would be goodbye. He brushed the hair out of her face and captured her lips one last time before pulling his hat down walking away like the coward he was.

You didn’t expect to fall asleep but you hadn’t been getting much sleep with everything going on the hum of the machines were relaxing. You stirred as he was about to open the door. "Mmm Law?" You were still not fully registering your surroundings but you jolted upright when you recognized his silhouette. "Law! Where have you been, everyone's worried sick."

Law hesitated for a moment staring at the handle. He knew seeing you would be a bad idea. Law had to force himself to keep going ignoring all of your advances. It pained him to do so, especially as you sounded more and more frazzled by the lack of response. He knew he was breaking your heart and he couldn't bear to see you rush to the elevator as the doors shut.

You on the other hand were not going to let him get away. You did not survive Ace's reckless driving just to come back empty handed. You were getting your answers damnit even if you fell down the stairs in the process. You sprinted down holding the rail for dear life as you missed a step or too. You were panting heavily by the time you made it down to the lobby. In the distance Law had just made it past the doors. With any luck Ace would be there to stop him.

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"Yo Trafalgar, you caused quite the uproar at the dorms. Why'd ya leave?"

Law stopped but didn't turn around "This doesn't concern you Fire Fist-ya." Ace casually walked in front of him "Actually it does, ya see (Y/N)'s like a sister to me and I can't be letting scum like you break her heart twice." Law grit his teeth as he pushed past him and started to leave again. Law was counting his blessings that it was only Ace who had come. If Luffy had managed to do damage control and made it to Dressrosa, who knows what kind of chaos would have broken loose to drag the surgeon back.

"Law, wait!" You huffed out a breath. You had finally caught up to him "Just tell me why, what did Doflamingo do?" Your outburst fell on deaf ears as the surgeon kept walking. You were still panting trying to catch your breath. No matter how rational you were, you couldn't help but feel betrayed. It hurt knowing he didn't even try to acknowledge your existence but spoke to Ace. Even if Ace didn't get a straight answer either it hurt knowing Law didn’t even have the decency to look at you. All he had to do was say it was over, that it was all a game and that it meant nothing but instead there's still this false hope in the back of your mind. You would have rather had an ugly break up, something definitive that you can move on from.

Ace pulled you into a hug. You didn't realize you were crying until he started shushing you, petting your hair. It only made you feel worse. Everyone was willing to drop what they were doing to take care of you. You felt useless and numb but you also had this weird sense of deja vu and part of you knew that if you could get Law to talk you could figure out how to fix whatever mess this was. Or maybe that was blind optimism and you didn’t know when to quit. You couldn't remember your time on the road during the drive back. It felt like you were teleported back to the dorms. The moment you walked in the conversation fell to a hush as you aimlessly went to your room. You needed to be alone while you sort out your thoughts because half of them contradicted the others and it was starting to unravel you from the seams.

Luffy watched you leave before he gave Ace a look but his brother just shook his head as he joined the rest of the crew on the couches "Not good at all, he refused to talk. I tried to corner him but he got away. Any luck here?"

Bepo spoke nervously "Law contacted us about the wedding. It's in two weeks so we don't have a lot of time." He paused gesturing to Penguin and Shachi "he asked us to be groomsmen, we're going to have a suit fitting in a few days and he even gave us Doflamingo's card information to plan a bachelor party." Penguin pulled out his phone "He also said, and I quote, "use as much of that bastard's money as possible" which was an interesting touch." Everyone took in the information and nodded. Sabo and Robin exchanged glances "If Doflamingo's paying he's probably going to keep tabs on who's going and there'll be no way to get them to talk but lucky for us we both know the owner of Newkama Land." Newkama Land was a popular strip club known for its inclusivity and burlesque styles of performances. It was a strip club so it wouldn't be suspicious to host a bachelor party there. Sabo crossed his arms he knew Ivankov would be delighted to help out but the surgeon was a wildcard. "Since (Y/N)'s a dancer, we could probably set something up to where Law can't run away and I'm sure Bon Clay would be willing to help her with a routine but that’s only if she wants to do it.”

“Don’t you think they’re past the point of talking it out if he refuses to talk to her already?” Usopp questioned but Ace shook his head “Nah you should have seen him. If (Y/N) does perform at Newkama Land I doubt he’d be able to hold back.”

Sabo sighed “We still don’t know what kind of strings Doflamingo’s pulled to cause this either. I can’t see Law being an easy person to blackmail seeing as how private he is. Without information there’s only so much help we can provide from the sidelines so what else do we got?”

Nami spoke up this time "Sanji’s still working on Pudding. If anything he knows the Vinesmokes will be invited to the wedding but it won't be enough for all of us to go. Worst case it'll just be Sanji and Luffy but best case is me, Robin and Zoro on top of that." Luffy cocked his head to the side "I thought Sanji had 4 siblings?"

"Oh he does but Yonji’s a little shit. He would never agree to help us so we’ll just go in a man down unless anyone else has other ideas to sneak in or something."

Everyone was surprised when Sanji said he’d talk to his family about it. Especially with his track record with them but apparently they owe him a favor. Whether they manage to pull through was another story. As the debrief was wrapping up Luffy stood up to stretch.

"If all else fails I'm going to kick Mingo’s ass and bring Torao back."

You were sitting on the floor in your room with your back pressed against the door. You had stopped crying a while ago because you overheard the rest of your dorm mates planning to bring Law back. It made you feel better about the whole endeavor. It still hurts but knowing that your friends believe in you and Law means a lot and they're right, you know Law wouldn’t be doing this without a reason. At least that's what you keep telling yourself only time will tell.

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Chapter 6

(Part 6)

**The present**

Aaron POV

I recall on the memories of me and Maya from the old picture I have. The conversation I had with Miles has me really thinking about her. I really do wonder where she is now and what she could be up to. Since I have no job to do I had ordered a pizza and decided to be lazy for the night but then my phone starts buzzing. To my shock it's Jeff. I leave it and silence it. Minutes later my pizza finally arrives. I pay the delivery man and slump on the couch. My phone rings again. Him again. I sigh and pick up.

"What?"

"I called 5 times."

"And I watched ring 5 times."

"Why are you like this?"

"Cuz I'm your lil bro. Why'd you call?"

It's been a while since the two of us had talked. The last time wasn't so good either. It was about Miles being around me because I'm a bad influence to him because Jeff knows what I do.

"Rio wants you to come over on Christmas. We're gonna have a party and people are gonna be there."

"What your cop friends or sum?"

"No, family Aaron. Just be there man. Rio's been nagging me. Don't say I said that."

"Aight fine. Can't make promises tho."

Then the line cuts. Tsk. Man, this sucks. Maya would've dragged me without a doubt. Damn you Maya, why can't you just leave my head. I just miss her.

**Christmas Day**

I stand outside their apartment complex.

"UNCLE AARON, HEY"

Miles shouts from his bedroom window. I nod at him. Such a funny kid. I walk in and walk to their apartment. The door was already open with kids running in and out the place. I let myself in.

"Aaron hi, glad you could make it."

"Uh yeah, thanks for the invite Rio."

Miles almost tackles me to the ground from the side.

"Aye wassup lil man."

"Im 11 I ain't little no more but I'm good."

"All the guys are on the roof preparing the BBQ."

I walk up the stairs with Miles behind me. I open the door and there are more kids and grown adults. Downstairs was were the females were. Cooking and gossiping. The men on the roof talking, things that we talk about I guess.

"You actually came."

Jeff. I turn around and hook my arm around his neck.

"Well I can't miss a special Christmas invitation from my big bro."

Despite the distance between us, I will always love annoying the hell out of him. He shrugs his shoulder to remove my arm from him. He walks ahead with a bag of charcoal to bbq stand.

"Who's dumb idea was is to have a bbq in winter, in New York?" I ask so loosely.

"It was mine." Jeff so kindly replies;

"I figured that much."

I help out on what needs to be done, against my will. Honestly I didn't want to be here but Rio doesn't take no for an answer.

"You talked to Maya?"

I freeze for a moment and look up and shrug my shoulders.

"She calls me and Rio ya know. She's always asking about you."

I hesitate to ask but ask anyway.

"What did she say?"

"Maybe if you picked the phone you would know."

Here we go. Unwanted advice from my big bro. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"You know I can't do that."

He gives me a look and shakes his head.

"Maya is a good person, a great person even. Don't tell me you're gonna throw it away because of what you do. I know you didn't ask but I suggest you quit working for that man before something bad happens."

He's right, I can't lie, but the thing is I'm in too deep. I can't quit now because there are people who want me dead and out their way but I can't tell anyone that, not even Jeff. Being in contact with Maya would probably put her in danger. Having Jeff and his family close is a risk itself.

Jeff stopped the life of crime when we were younger, after mom passed and after we both spent a night in jail for robbery. I started hanging around with the wrong people that got me connected to Wilson Fisk. And now, I can't go back.

Maybe if I had continued that business me and Jeff had I wouldn't be in a predicament.

The party started and the music was flowing. Children of different ages playing and running around without a care in the world.

Maya had always talked about families. She used to have immense baby fever when she moved in with me. She would stare at every kid she would come across. She loved Miles like he was her own. She brought up the conversation of kids and I panicked. It was a not so good conversation. It ended in slamming doors, sleeping in the other room and tears.

How can I explain to her that bringing a child would be dangerous because of my job. That's a route I didn't want to go down. What if she would leave me for good. Even after all that she respected my decision. I honesty don't deserve her.

"Hola everybody, thanks for coming. Isn't it nice to have family for the holidays. I have a Christmas gift for everyone today. You're gonna love it."

This got everyones attention. What could she possibly have that everyone would love. Money? Nahhh.

She walks down the fire escape and small conversations emerge again. She came back as fast as she left. Everyone is now confused because she comes back empty handed.

"Well where is the present?" someone asked.

Then everyone notices another figure behind her. Then the world stops completely. Ain't no way.

"MAYA!" Everyone is rushing over to her and greeting her. She knows everyone here. No surprise. She's so likeable and approachable. Everyone loves her, well including me.

The atmosphere is filled with excitement as people are still talking to her. She lights up the room, well air with her smile. Her dimples haven't faded at all. I'm stood so still like a literal statue. Until I feel someone nudge me back to earth.

Miles.

"Huh?"

"I said go talk to her."

She's talking to people as she walks over. She's talks to someone and makes a brief glance at me with a smile. I'm not ready. I try to make an escape by turning around to get a drink or something but Rio is in the way. Giving me a look. A look with her arms crossed and shaking her head.

"What?"

Without a word she turns me back around and shoves me forward and into 'lo and behold' into Maya. She seems surprised to bump into me but I catch her out of instinct. She looks up and I look down. I'm so speechless I look like a fool.

"Uhh hey."

She attempts to hold a laugh but completely fails. She has me acting like a fool.

"Hi Aaron, how have you been?"

"I..ummm."

"Come on man don't stuttering on her now lil bro." Jeff mocks him.

"I'm doing good."

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