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Hi could you do smt abt being Lucy bronzes little sister who is the photographer for city women and is in a secret relationship with Leila Ouahabi and no one know because your “forbidden” to footballers per Lucy’s request as according to her your still a baby as your like 23/24 ish.

by the rule book - leila ouahabi

leila ouahabi x reader

description: in which you and your sister have a set of rules that you break because of a certain defender

warnings: let’s pretend leila attended the world cup, basically me yapping, swearing, angsty?

a/n: leila train has arrived back at my stop lmao, thank you so much for the request, much love, enjoy ❤️❤️

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you and your sister had a set of rules that were heavily referenced while growing up, and the present.

this set of rules sworn on by each sister with the promise they would never be broken. and they weren’t, until leila came into the picture.

—

you were 8 years younger than your sister, lucy. you’re a bronze sister, meaning you were extremely fun, playful, but serious and stoic when you needed to be. you and your sister brought out the best in each other, expecting nothing but the finest.

lucy was the best older sister, she was funny and always included you in everything she did once you grew out of your snitch phase and actually became cool in her eyes. the two of you were always extremely close and that’s how you both liked it.

she encouraged you to put your heart to your passion, one of the main reasons you became a photographer.

lucy was extremely protective of you, hence why she created a simple set of rules between the two of you that shouldn’t be broken.

1 - don’t date any of lucy’s teammates

2 - don’t date any of (y/n)’s friends

3 - respect each other’s boundaries

4 - be honest with each other

5 - sisters come first

the rules were easily agreed upon by the both of you, they were made when you were 16 and lucy was 24.

—

you followed lucy around for photographer opportunities, landing yourself a permanent position on the media teams of both england and manchester city when lucy joined in 2020.

you always loved photography, adoring the feeling of capturing a canvas that would be around for years to come.

just before lucy joined in 2020, you were both at england camp. in free time, everyone would eagerly chatter about their new or current clubs they were going to.

you angled your camera at keira while leah marked her during a mini game, checking the photos with a pleased smile until your sister hopped on your back.

“munchkin!” (your nickname for as long as you can remember) “luce! get off!” you laugh, almost falling flat on your face until your sister got off you, giving you an exaggerated kiss on the cheek that you were quick to squeal and complain about.

“you’re so annoying” you grumble, unable to fight your smile at seeing your sister’s bright grin. “shut up, show me some pics, picasso” she teases.

you roll your eyes amusingly, giving her a sneak peek of all the photos you’d taken so far, letting out a bright laugh when she made you stop on a photo of her.

“that’s class” she pinches your cheek teasingly, “well done, baby sis” she coos teasingly, a couple of the girls coming over and teasing you too.

everyone viewed you as family and a teammate even though you were just their photographer, you’d been with them for so long, they’d grown a huge love for you.

“you excited for manchester, (y/n/n)?” leah throws an arm over your shoulder as you both walked inside st george, “yeah! should be good, nice and cold” you grin,

“maybe manchester city is where we can finally see you get a partner?” she teases, you both laugh, “lee, come on, you know the rules” you laugh, “i know the rules!” lucy calls out from behind you from where she was walking behind you.

you flip her off and she gasps offendedly, “i could get you fired for that!” she exclaims, you wave her off, laughing along with leah.

—

you, lucy and keira all lived together in manchester, splitting the rent and living comfortably.

but in 2022, the two of them got offered contracts for barcelona and they accepted, but you didn’t. manchester felt like home to you, and you really didn’t want to leave it.

it was the first time you’d been away from lucy, and don’t be mistaken, you are a highly independent person but something was so reassuring about having your sister with you.

before they moved, they helped you move into a flat for yourself, small and homey like you needed.

it was incredibly tearful dropping keira and lucy off to the airport, you don’t think you’ve ever felt your sister hug you so tight.

“i love you” she breathes out into your embrace, you hug her back equally as tight, “such a sap, bronzes don’t do that” you tease, receiving a slap on the back of your head.

it was daunting for the both of you to be apart, not really having to do that in your lives.

“i love you too” you smile, “i’ll call you when we land” lucy sniffs, hastily wiping away her tears and letting keira hug you as well. “my favourite bronze” keira smiles, both you and lucy letting out a wet laugh.

you wave them both off with a sad smile, waiting for them to go through the gate before you dragged yourself back to your car and drove off.

—

you went back to work at the beginning of the season, waiting for the girls to come outside to photograph their training session.

you smile and wave to familiar faces, taking a couple of test photos before you noticed a new face that you didn’t recognise at first, one of the new signings.

your eyes narrowed slightly in concentration when you looked at her, until you realised who it was. leila ouahabi.

you’ve never met her formally, only smiling at her in the hallways of national games if you had the chance. you always thought she was absolutely gorgeous, but you also appreciated the way she defended, even your sister agreeing she was incredible.

leila smiles at you, slightly surprised to recognise you slightly. the truth was, leila had been heavily looking at your social media platform ever since she laid eyes on you way back.

she thought you were gorgeous, she could tell you were a soft soul, with your charming smile and cute little face you made when you were concentrating on your camera.

she wanted to know you, she was just shy about it, not knowing to approach you, maybe this was the opportunity she needed.

—

training progressed, you smile pleasingly when you look back at your photos, your ultra focus showing on your facial features as you attempt to capture the best photos possible.

you were sat on the side of the pitch watching the girls train, your eyes subconsciously drifting to the spaniard.

it was until a mini game that a certain defender was chasing the ball, kicking it out and sliding directly next to you that your breathing quickened.

you look down to see her slightly wincing, heavily breathing and looking a little too attractive but that was an afterthought.

“are you okay?” you breathe out, the girl on the floor looks up at you surprised, a sly smile taking over her features.

“i’m fine, hermosa (beautiful), thank you” she winks, pushing herself up from the floor and dusting herself off, walking back to the pitch and making sure to look back at you with a flirty smile.

you blink in shock, what was that interaction?

—

these interactions went on, situations where you felt extremely nervous around her even when she was barely doing anything.

you were photographing the new kit, only a set amount of players selected for the campaign, and luckily for you, leila was the very last model for the day.

leila came in with her charming smile and a dray of drinks in her hands, she perks up when you make eye contact.

“good morning, hermosa (beautiful)” she grins, extending the warm drink out to you, you look at her in surprise, a grateful smile gracing your features.

“morning, leila, thank you” you take a sip and let out a pleased sigh, “how did you know this is my favourite?” you tease.

“i read your cup” she says with a flirty smile, though her cheeks tinged slightly with pink. you smile before clearing your throat.

you go through the plans for the shoot, explaining what type of photos you’ll be taking, the approach of the shoot and what you needed from her.

she maintained eye contact the entire time you spoke, nodding along with each and every word and clarifying on things when she didn’t understand.

it was almost hard to press the shutter button when leila would pose, it was a simple, basic, arms crossed - stoic football pose photo that you’ve taken numerous times in your career but something was just so different about how leila did it.

her confidence poured out of her and her smirk made your stomach flip. she was serious but loved to joke around with you when the time called for it.

the two of you basically chatting, taking a photo, chatting, taking a photo. a simple yet effective formula that you both enjoyed. so much so, leila asked you to go out on a date with her and you accepted without a second thought.

—

the two of you went on a couple of dates before the two of you started dating. back then it was really fresh but extremely obvious with the heart eyes you’d send each other.

the manchester girls caught on before the two of you could even process it. and the only condition for everyone was to vow their silence around your sister with the promise of the best pictures being published.

as time progressed, you both moved in together, both of you in one of the most genuine, loving relationship the two of you had ever had.

—

“baby, i’m working” you giggle, pressed up against a random wall, one hand on leila’s hip, camera in the other.

“amor (love), you’re not working right now” she grins cheekily, lips quickly locking with yours. one of her hands on your cheek and one on your hip holding you close to her.

you let out a little exhale from your nose in a laugh, to focused on kissing your now girlfriend of a year.

it was hard hiding it from lucy, especially when the two of you lived together. you were able to get away with it most of the time, telling your sister your roommate was just really chatty.

“baby” you mumble against her lips, attempting to push her away by the chest but the girl was attached to you, “shh, let it happen” she mockingly scolds, giving you a stern look before she kissed you breathlessly.

that’s when you hear it, the chuckles and teasing coming from familiar blondes, alex and chloe. “get it, baby bronze” alex whistles, you and leila pulled away with a roll of both of your eyes.

“don’t forget about that photo i have of you, alex” you threaten, one taken of her with an expression on her face during a header that had her screeching in fear when she saw you laughing at it.

“you’re just as annoying as your sister” alex flips you off when you blow her a kiss, laughing as they walked away.

leila squishes your cheeks together with one of her hands, forming your lips into a little pout, “mi amor (my love), those are my kisses” she grins lazily, clearly teasing you when she placed a little kiss on your forced pout.

you usher her off to training, giving her a playful slap on her backside that she shook her head at.

—

it was during the 2023 world cup that you both got found out, and boy was it an experience. your sister was extremely confused as to why you were so excited spain was in the final, wondering what your certain new interest about the spanish team was about.

“don’t tell me you’re a traitor, munchkin?” lucy scoffs while you set up your camera on the pitch during a pre-match walk.

“luce, i’ve got my england merch on, thank you” you laugh, shaking your head as you take a quick photo of her with an evident frown on her face, her eyes narrowed at you.

“why do you keep looking at their bench?” she questions, following your eyes to see some of the spain girls walking out to do their own checks.

“why are you so paranoid, lucia?” you tease, punching her lightly on the arm and wincing when a slap made its way to the back of your head.

“some of the girl’s play for city, i’m just being nice” you rub your head in slight pain, glaring at your older sister that she returned.

“i’ll find out, i always do” she concludes, letting you go back to taking some photos and other little media bits.

—

and unfortunately for you. she did find out.

the girls were lining up in the tunnel, about 5 minutes until everyone would walk out. ironically you see you sister standing next to leila in the tunnel, you try to fight your smile when you make eye contact with your girlfriend.

she smiles at you, your bodies moving on their own as you completed her pre match ritual, three quick pecks on the lips.

you both smiled brightly when you pulled back, before you heard a sharp voice coming from behind you.

“what the fuck was that?” your sister exclaimed, her hand on your shoulder and spinning you around, both yours and leila’s eyes widened, realising what had just happened. “fucking ouahabi” she breathes out in disbelief.

“i really hope you’re fucking joking, (y/n) bronze because i’m not fucking laughing” she says lowly, not wanting to attract much attention but she was.

you just look up at your sister in shock, mouth slightly agape, “nah, we’re talking about this. later” she glares, both at you and leila.

the girls walk out and you watch them dumbly as you go. you were grateful that moment wasn’t recorded.

during half time your sister wouldn’t even look at you, brushing you off like you were nothing. “don’t” she pleads, walking past you as you tried to approach her.

you walk to the tunnel and felt the tears pricking in your eyes, and like a magnet, leila’s hand found yours, dragging you into a quiet corner where the two of you could have some privacy.

as soon as your girlfriend brought you into a tight embrace, you broke down. “shh, it’s okay” she hums, kissing your cheek softly as you cried in her arms.

she pulls back slightly, looking at you with a sad expression when she saw your tear streaked face, her hand moving up to wipe away the evidence.

“i didn’t want her to find out like that, i was ready to tell her tonight” you sniffle, leila nods along with your words, listening to your little ramble intently as she comforted you.

“i know, bebé (baby), i know” she says sympathetically, pulling you into another hug and just holding you.

she stayed with you the entire time, talking you down and making you look presentable before you went back on the pitch.

she knew she would get subbed off anyway, only wanting to focus on you for the minute. you were still in a hug when lucy came out of the change room, her face softening when she saw your red eyes.

she was about to say something but she stopped herself, not wanting to do this right away. she weirdly smiles at both of you, tight lipped but still somewhat of a smile.

“it’s okay” leila whispers, and it really felt like it was.

leila kisses you softly before she makes her way back on the pitch, and of course when the match ended and england lost, the mood changed.

your sister let you hug her tightly after the loss, holding onto you for dear life as she hugged you. “luce, i’m so sorry, you played so well” you whispered, your hand rubbing up and down her back.

“i’m sorry, munchkin, we still need to talk” she sniffles, wiping away her tears and giving you a gentle smile. you nod, pulling her into another tight hug before you went off to congratulate your girlfriend, weirdly through the encouragement of your sister.

“hey, baby” you smile at your girlfriend, giving her a quick hug when she presses a quick kiss to your cheek.

“hermosa (beautiful)” she greets with a bright smile, “congratulations” you whisper, she thanks you quickly, looking over your shoulder to see your sister hovering around with tears in her eyes, walking around by herself.

“give me one second” leila whispers, gripping your hand gently and walking over to lucy, you and your sister having matching surprised expressions.

“i want to honest, i love your sister, we have been together for a year and we were going to tell you sooner but she was really scared and i respect her” she blurts out,

“i would love to talk about this with you, if you’ll let me” leila says nervously, lucy pauses for a moment before nodding, pulling leila into an extremely quick hug but extremely meaningful.

“sure thing, leila” your sister smiles, a little laugh escaping her lips, “you know, you broke rule number one” lucy teases, telling you everything was going to be okay.

“it doesn’t count! you left when she came over” you groan, letting leila tuck you into her side as she giggled, watching you and your sister bicker like kids.

she could tell how much you cared about each other. but lucy could tell the same for the both of you.

—

all three of you did have that talk, you and your girlfriend explained the details of your relationship to your sister that she was actually quite happy about.

she’d never seen you so happy, so light with any of your previous partners.

she could tell you both loved each other because it was so painfully obvious but she was truly happy after she let out a rant about how you literally broke every rule in the contact.

she got over it though, a hefty shopping spree having your bank account screaming for salvation.

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you know the drill - pretend it’s you! ily oniiii

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reiniesainyo · 7 months

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IN BETWEEN. charlie bushnell x reader – 03

03 | ENCHANTED previous | next | masterfile

SYNPOSIS. when a girl's co-star is good to her and now she wants it more than everything in between. (smau)

A/N. i'm going through a rough / stressful period and i find this series and writing it very therapeutic so here we are! this chapter takes place around episode 7 release, i'm not really inclined to write about the filming in between for some reason (unless you'd be interested)

liked by walker.scobell, thelnarchives, and 262,287 others rickriordan With the release of the new PJO series on Disney+, I'm happy to announce that to celebrate I've partnered with some of your favorite authors and close friends of mine to present to you all a new look into the lives of our favorite demigods!

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A HALF-BLOOD will go online for free this February 20, 2024!

Click the link in bio for more info! PS: A sneak peak from our writers on the other slides

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🃏 @CHILDOFHECATE what are your guys guesses for the stories in what it means to be a half-blood??? 🗨 32 comments 🔁 150 retweets ❤️ 456 likes

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 3

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The Great Pretender 3

Word Count: 3599

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Chapter 3 is now up! Let's enjoy these simple interactions before everything becomes fun complicated, shall we?

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06

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You barely sleep all night. Every moan or noise coming from your father wakes you up. If he grunts in pain, you are by his side in a second. You keep checking to see if he’s feverish, cold, asleep or awake, struggling or sleeping soundly…

You are even more exhausted than yesterday.

When the morning nurse comes to check on him, you excuse yourself to get some breakfast and to go to the property to check on the animals or see if Ace needs any help. You gulp down a huge cup of coffee before leaving, though, hoping that it gives you enough energy to handle the rest of the day.

When you get home, Ace tells you he has everything under control and you should just go rest. You don’t rest, but you take a well-deserved shower, change clothes, have breakfast, drink another big cup of coffee and go back to the hospital. You have this day off work as well and then it’s the weekend so you can stay by your father’s side the whole day.

As you reach the hospital, you have another coffee and this time you feel it kick in as exhaustion is pushed to the back of your mind and you feel a bit more ready to tackle the day.

“Hey, dad. I’m back.” You say as you enter the room and sit by the chair. “How do you feel?”

He grins. “Much better. The nurse bathed me.”

Your smile quickly turns into a frown. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, bug. And then she gave me some more drugs because my back was throbbing like hell, and now I’m suuuuuper fine.”

You want to keep giving him an annoyed look, but you can’t help but chuckle at his silliness. “You’re incorrigible dad.”

He nods and grabs the remote, leaving it on some news channel. “Bug, you look like shit.”

The frown is back on your face in the blink of an eye. “Dad!”

“Sorry, but you do! Have you slept?” His gaze leaves the TV to settle on you again.

“I… I… a bit!” You stammer. “But I drank coffee, I’m fine!”

“Your eye bags say otherwise.” He shrugs. “Lean back, bug. Sleep a little bit. Or go home. I’m fine.”

You shake your head, cross your arms and stare at the uninteresting show with the highlights of some football game. “I’m not sleepy.”

“How many coffees have you had?” His voice is stern so you avoid his gaze.

“Some.”

“Bug…”

“Three! I’m fine!” Then you fish a book from your purse and open it, clearly putting an end to the conversation. “Let me read.”

Shanks doesn’t press and you actually manage to read a few chapters uninterrupted. For about an hour before you’re overcome by yawns. Looking at the time, you decide to try and take a quick nap before Law comes over to check on your father. Just a quick shut-eye.

You close your book and are about to get comfortable when the door opens and Law comes in, effectively chasing away all semblance of sleep left.

“Law!” Your dad exclaims, clearly still under the happy effect of the drugs. The doctor nods at him as he greets both of you and enters the room. His eyes linger on you, a slight crinkle between them as he takes in your state.

Your dad said you look like shit and he's not the most attentive person on earth so… you really must be looking terrible. Dreadful enough for the handsome doctor to notice.

“How are you both feeling today?” Shanks grins and gives him an enthusiastic thumbs up. Then Law says your name and you shrug, forcing a tired smile to form on your lips and mumbling a weak ‘fine’. “Maybe you should be resting. You know your father is fine and he's got the best care team looking out for him.”

Sighing, your smile turns real. “I know. But I need to be here for him. I need to know everything that’s going on and if I'm home alone, I'll just go crazy!”

That sly smirk tugs at his lips and he nods slowly. “It's a control thing, right? You just can't let go.” Your chest constricts and your breath hitches, the way he speaks those words… they bring such promises attached to them, it makes you want to let go, to surrender. But to what?

To him?

He keeps holding your stare. A piercing amber gaze that seems to bore straight into your soul, leaving your secrets bare and open for him to find and read them.

“Let's check you out, shall we, Mr. S.?”

And as he examines your father, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and splash some water on your flaming cheeks.

-*-

By the time you get back, Law is finished and the nurses are bringing lunch for your dad. Your stomach growls as it smells food - even though it's hospital food - and you wonder if you should eat a sandwich from the machine or at the hospital bar.

Law says goodbye to your dad and intercepts you at the door. “Have lunch with me.” It's not a request. It's basically a command, the way he carries his low voice, a slight slur to the words. You want to say yes immediately, but you're frightened - and intrigued - by the hold this man has over you, so you shake your head.

“I shouldn't.” But you don't elaborate. Because why shouldn't you? You like speaking with Law and he's not your doctor. He's your father's doctor, so there’s nothing inappropriate about a simple lunch.

And he immediately sees through your facade.

“You shouldn't, but you want to.” Fuck. “We'll just grab a quick bite. You need to eat. I'm alone, you're alone. It's perfect.”

It really is.

“Go with him, bug!” Your dad sing-songs from his bed as the nurse helps him eat.

“Butt out, dad! And eat the food by yourself! You're perfectly capable of doing it with one arm! You've been doing that practically my whole life.”

Law purses his lips but you can see the amusement in his eyes before he raises his eyebrows. “Come with me.” He says and you let out a big sigh.

“Fine. Let me get my purse.” Entering the room, you glare at Shanks who keeps being fed by the nurse and tell him you won't be long. As you cross the mirror peeking at you from inside the bathroom, you frown and tell Law you'll meet him in five by the hospital entrance. Then you try your best to look presentable by combing your hair and fixing your clothes. It will have to do.

-*-

“So you entered university two years earlier. You're a prodigy.” A smirk leaves your lips as you nibble your food. Conversation has been flowing smoothly between you both and you've learned that he lived with his uncles since he was ten until he entered university, because his parents passed - he didn't share how and you didn't press. He just added that information when you shared you were a child of divorce and were reconnecting with your father.

You've been sharing professional and educational experiences and turns out Kaya was right. The man is a freaking genius. And you realise that that fact just turns his sexy points up by one thousand. You're so doomed.

As he's about to answer you, his phone rings. He excuses himself and takes a look, then a frown and a deep scowl etch upon his face but he quickly dismisses it and sets the phone aside. Just for it to start ringing again.

He sighs. “Sorry, I can't mute it because of the hospital and the clinic, but this is a bothersome call that I would rather not take.” Another sigh as the caller tries one more time. He excuses himself but doesn't get up to answer it. “I'm busy.” It's all he says, but you can sense him tense up, the mask of perfect control he usually holds crumbling slightly as he clenches his jaw with stress and tension. “Yes, I RSVP'd, didn’t I?” His throat bobs up and down and you try to focus on something else because you don't want to pry. “I don't know yet. Bye.

Law locks the phone with a grunt and sighs. “Sorry about that. It was my uncle.” You smile and nod. Could it have been Doflamingo? You noticed the way he talked about his uncle Rosinante - Cora - with a fondness in his words and kindness in his eyes, but he didn't elaborate on his relationship with the eldest uncle so it strikes you as somewhat strained. “Where were we?” He continues where you left off and you keep talking and getting acquainted.

-*-

Lunch went by in the blink of an eye and, once again, you realise how simple and nice it is to speak with Law. He's very profound in many subjects, intelligent, clever, witty and with an odd sense of humour. The only thing you barely got a read on, was his emotions. He seems to guard the way he feels about things behind a well-crafted mask of control and assertion. And you have yet to take a peek behind it.

Though his uncle calling him certainly got a rise out of him and they barely exchanged three sentences.

Law walks you to the hospital and stops. He had said earlier that he was returning to the clinic for some appointments and then had surgery to perform before dinnertime. He promised to visit your dad before heading home, to see how he was doing.

You start to feel exhaustion settling into your bones again, so you sip your coffee while nodding.

“You can't fight exhaustion with coffee for too long. Get some rest. Your father’s fine. This is an order. A doctor's order.” He adds with a slight smirk.

“I told you I don't follow all manner of instructions, Law.” He hums low and your knees tremble.

“I can see that.” He uses your name sternly and your eyes glint with amusement and desire. “We're still getting to know each other, but I'm sure you'll soon find out that following my instructions can be quite… rewarding.”

You can feel your pulse quicken as his amber gaze pierces, once again, so deep that it almost reaches your soul.

“I'll think about it.” You say meekly and the semblance of a smirk he had before transforms into a deep grin.

“Good.” He drags the word and you're left craving for more. Good girl, that's all you wanted to hear from his lips. He said it once. It was meant as a joke but the sound still echoes in your brain. Fuck.

You're so doomed.

-*-

When the sun begins to set on the horizon, you try to fight sleep so you can be awake for Law's last check-up before he leaves. But he said he was going to be in surgery so maybe the surgery ran late because he should've appeared by now.

Your dad is engrossed in another football match and you can't focus on the words of your book anymore. You try to browse through your socials but easily lose interest. Games don't help either, so you decide to just lay your weary head down for a moment.

You cross your arms on your father's bed and lay your head on them, your back stretching a bit from your sitting position on the chair but you have been bent for a while so it's a welcome stretch.

Closing your eyes, you sigh softly. You don't even notice when sleep claims you.

-*-

Law removes his contaminated scrubs and washes his hands. His surgery took much longer than planned and he hated that. He should be used to it by now, surgeries very rarely take the time they were meant to. And he always adjusts his plans according to that. But this one ran three hours late.

And he promised you he'd check on your dad before he left for the day.

And as much as he likes being in control, he hates to break promises.

So he rushed his after-surgery routine, hoping you'd still be there by your father's side, waiting for him.

You have an inexplicable hold on him. He can, at the same time, understand you as if you were an open book and yet be left wanting to learn more about who you are. He suspects there are parts of yourself still hidden from your own knowledge.

And Law thrives on knowledge so he's very eager to learn all there is to know about you.

By the time he reaches your father's room, the lights are already dim and dinner has been served. His own stomach grumbles to remind him he should eat something too, but he pushes his hunger to the back of his mind as he pushes the doors to the room open.

He's about to start talking when Shanks shushes him with a finger to his lips and a whispered shh. His chest constricts as he sets his eyes on you. You're in a godawful position that is not doing your back any good, but you look adorable in your sleep.

There's a strong feeling within him that urges him to protect and care for you and he doesn't really know how he can feel so strongly about someone he practically just met.

Truth be told, you have spent some time together thanks to your father's appointments and exams, and you have claimed permanent residence in his brain, complete with zip code, mailbox, address, you name it! Still…

He sighs as he sets down your father's patient chart. “That can't be comfortable. How long has she been in this position?” He whispers as he approaches.

Shanks shrugs and pats your head softly. “Hours. She has been surviving on coffee for more than a day. She just blacked out.”

“Yeah, she didn't look her best earlier and I did tell her to rest. But her back is going to kill her tomorrow.” Law sighs once more as he removes your purse, book and jacket from the corner chair and presses the switch to recline it. Then he sets the pillow near the head and approaches you.

This is the tricky part, how to move you without waking you up?

Easily, it seems. You must've really been exhausted because he picks you up bridal style and lays you on the chair, setting you in the most comfortable way before using his doctor's coat to cover you up and you barely stir.

He doesn't resist tucking your hair away from your face before turning to your father - who's watching him with slight amusement.

“Well done, Law. She didn't even stir. Those surgeons' hands are very steady.”

Law chuckles as he begins his routine examination. “They have to be, Mr. S. People's lives depend on it. And your daughter is just a heavy sleeper.”

“Perhaps… but I've noticed the extra care.” He winks before a frown takes over his face. “She could really use the extra care…”

Law doesn't really want to press, though he's curious. He's pretty sure your father said that because of your cheating ex. And though he's itching to know what kind of special asshole is capable of cheating on you, he lets it slide, as he adjusts the drugs in the IV and checks if the incision in Shanks’ back is recovering nicely.

Law and Shanks make small talk during the rest of the examination and Law can't resist tugging the coat a bit more snugly around you and making sure you're comfortable before heading towards the door.

Shanks’ eyes are closed when he speaks, but the older man can't quite hide the grin that overcomes his face. “You know, having a doctor as a son-in-law is something I wouldn't mind.”

Law snickers as he says goodnight and closes the door. That's a thought that will wander through his mind tonight.

-*-

You wake up to the sound of chatter in the room. The morning nurse is fussing over your father, giggling like a schoolgirl as Shanks cracks jokes filled with innuendo. You blink and take a while to adjust to your surroundings because you're quite sure you'd fallen asleep near your father's bed, in the uncomfortable chair.

A familiar soothing scent overwhelms you and you smile, feeling relaxed and at peace. It's a musky scent with hints of pine and… disinfectant?

Looking down you immediately find the source of the scent: it's Law's coat. The corner of your lips tugs upwards as you smile and remove the item from over you. He must've found you asleep when he came to see your father yesterday. Was he also the one who moved you? Couldn't have been Shanks.

“Hey, sunshine! You're up.” Your father greets cheerily as the nurse tugs the sheets around his torso and gives him a sultry wave before leaving.

“Dad. Stop flirting with the nurses.” You say sternly as you get up, stretch and fold the coat neatly before settling it back down on the chair. Then you saunter towards Shanks and give him a peck on the forehead. “How do you feel? What did Law say yesterday?”

“I don't flirt with the nurses, bug, they flirt with me. I'm irresistible.”

“Insufferable is the word you're looking for.” You correct him with a smirk.

“Law said everything was recovering nicely and I might even go home earlier than expected.” You sigh in relief. You know there's still a fair amount of chance for infections or other problems to arise, but it seems your dad is on his way to recovery. At least he's in good spirits and that always helps. “You know what Law also did?”

The blush in your cheeks is faint but you still turn your face away. “I can put two and two together, dad.” You mumble as you fidget with your phone.

Shanks smirks. “So can I, bug.” You stare at him deadpan as he raises his eyebrows suggestively.

“Well, you seem to be feeling fine, so I'm heading home to check on the property.”

“Ace's got it, bug!”

“And to take a shower and change. Need anything?” You add as he shakes his head. So, gathering your stuff, you promise to come back later and repeat the routine from the day before. Except this time you pack a meagre lunch so you don't have to go out to eat. Law said he would visit your father but he had a very busy day at the clinic so he wasn't quite sure when he would appear.

As you return to your father's side, you discover that Law had already come by - much to your chagrin. You weren't quite sure why you felt disappointed not seeing him for the whole day, so you brushed that thought aside as you made small talk with Shanks.

-*-

The weekend ended pretty soon and Law said your father would be released by Monday at the end of the day, depending on how he was feeling by then. He had already been able to get up on his own, shower and use the bathroom without any help. His back was still swollen, as expected, but otherwise he was recovering fully. You had been sleeping at home since you really didn't see the need to be by his side all the time and you were fully rested.

On Monday, almost at dinnertime, Law released your father from the hospital. He advised caution, rest, no heavy lifting or driving, and reminded him to take his pills.

The follow-up consultation - back at the clinic instead of the hospital - was set for next week and you were already feeling a pang of longing from not seeing Law every day, like you've now grown accustomed to.

“If you have any doubts, worries, or just want to talk about something,” Law's eyes glance at yours, “just call me. If I don't pick up immediately it is because I'm in surgery, but even then, if it's urgent just text, I usually have a nurse monitoring any urgent texts.”

“We would never disturb your surgery hours because of something small.” You mutter as his gaze rests on you again.

“Fair enough. But if it's serious, just do that. Okay?” You nod and your dad thanks him. He walks you both to the hospital entrance and before you leave to get the car, he touches your arm. It's a very light touch, barely two fingers, but it manages to send a jolt of electricity up your arm, making you gasp as you turn to him, lips slightly parted at the intensity you just experienced. “Don't be a stranger.” He murmurs and you smile.

“Well, remember I have the best coffee in town - second only to Sanji's - whenever you feel like drinking something other than hospital swill.” You smirk and he grins.

“I might just take you up on that.”

“Please, do.” You notice how his pupils dilate and his lips purse as you say ‘please’. It nearly has the same effect on him as him saying ‘good girl’ to you. The tension between both of you is palpable.

If only you were brave enough to glimpse inside the door you closed for yourself. No men. No relationships. No heartache. As simple as that.

But it’s all so tempting.

“Bug, the car?”

“Right!” You answer, a bit dazed by the intensity of the situation. “See you soon, Law!” You exclaim before leaving to get the car so you and your father can both head home.

|Chapter 4|

#reader x trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law #trafalgar law #law x reader #x reader #reader insert #fem reader #one piece x reader #reader x law #law x you #you x law #the meet cute #modern world au

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more-the-maryer · 5 months

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I'm finally unpacked and getting back into the groove after my cruise, so I thought I'd share a bit about the trip

Every morning I started my day at the buffet. My usual go-to's were yogurt with fruit, bacon, eggs benedict, sausage, french toast, a croissant and a cinnamon roll. Sometimes they'd have gelato so I'd get that too ☺️

Between breakfast and lunch I hung out by the pool. They had a soft ice cream dispenser and chicken burger place right next to the pool so I'd snack on that while sunbathing. I think I had upwards of 6 ice cream cones per day haha.

For lunch there were a few different restaurants, as well as the main buffet. I cycled between getting tacos, burgers, and chicken sandwiches. They had a cafe that served really good milkshakes so I often grabbed one of those to pair with my meal :)

Between lunch and supper I actually tried to not eat that much because I didn't want to spoil my appetite for my favourite meal of the day. I was also pretty busy in the afternoons, i went to some of the onboard events like trivia and bingo (yes, I'm an old timer at heart), and spent a decent amount of time in the Casino (I'm not any good, I was just having fun learning blackjack).

For dinner I went to the main dining room where they served a three course meal every day. The menu was on rotation but every meal was amazing. Id get 1-2 appetizers (often alfredo, shrimp, escargot, and other unique samplers), 2 mains (the brisket and salmon were some of my favourites), and 2 desserts (my favourite was the melting chocolate lava cake and the Baked Alaska). I could rarely finish it all, but I ate until I was completely stuffed every single night 🤤 it was all inclusive so I just ordered as much as I wanted haha

Almost every night after dinner I went to the comedy show, followed by whatever big show they had in the theatre. The comedy shows involved a lot of crowd work so they had me cackling every time. The entertainment in the theatre was a little lacking, but I still enjoyed it.

They had a 24 hour pizza shack so I'd always go there in the late evening after each show, then I'd sit out on the main deck and watch whatever movie was playing while eating my pizza, it was so relaxing.

I had a great time at each of the ports too. One (San Juan) involved a lot of walking but it was a beautiful city with really neat forts. The bars there made a mean Pina colada, so truth be told I was a little tipsy while wandering through the city haha. Another port had beautiful beaches and really clear water, so I spent most of my time laying by the beach and swimming. I didn't go on any excursions because I really wanted to relax on this vaca ☺️

Anyway it was a really great trip and I made sure to overindulge the whole time ☺️ I plan to post a post-cruise weigh in video on my OnlyFans soon, I can't wait to share my progress with you all!

Here's some pics of my first day relaxing on the pool deck 🍹

#chubby #fatty #feedee girl #feed me #belly #fat belly #fat girls #feeding kink #weight gain #belly button ring

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taegimood · 8 months

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literally cumming in my pants at the first 2 photos this fit is so fucking professor!soobin coded he’s so hot and he KNOWS IT fuck

him taking you to paris as a graduation present and a celebration of you finally being able to be a public couple instead of fucking in secret during your whole last semester <3 the first time being able to date and be seen together freely.. in the city of love of all places.. soobin is having a field day finally getting to show you off 😩 no uni faculty or students in sight! and you shamelessly take sooooo many pics of him, he’s a lil shy abt it but eats it right up~

even starts sending you mirror selfies like those ^ cuz he knows how obsessed w him you are and it makes him feel more confident 🤭

and these… film photography professor soob (hint for my fic 😩) who takes his camcorder and film camera everywhere you guys go in paris.. recording so many memories and even posing you for some more ~sensual~ shots back in your hotel room, just for the two of you, leading to some very heated lovemaking afterwards 🫣

anyway i know i’m like the boy who cried wolf atp talking about the ps!fic but i promise it will be coming as soon as my busy season at work is over, probably mid to late february.. i feel like i’m hyping it up too much by talking abt it all the time tho LMAO 😭 it’s not anything earth shattering but i hope y’all will still enjoy it 🥹

fuck i still can’t stop looking at those first 2 pics like he’s literally just so insane i don’t understand i need him so bad he’s so perfect fuck he’s doing this on PURPOSE

#mj’s hard thoughts #mj’s soft thoughts #txt #txt x reader #txt hard thoughts #txt soft thoughts #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin hard thoughts #soobin soft thoughts #taegimood

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earlycuntsets · 23 days

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earlycuntsets.org sourced - where I got all my mcr pictures

pt. 1

parts (2, 3, 4)

first of a series. due to tumblr limits on how many links you can post. this full idea will be continued on future posts. for now here's 2002- 1/2 of 2007. this is pictures. will make a separate post for youtube/recordings.

been needing to fully source my website so here we go! wanted to share with other kool mcr fans.

old fansites/website appearances:

most popular - theimmortalityproject.com

mcr's old website [2002, 2003, 2004, 2005]

magazine scan archive - mcrhollywood.blogspot.com

more mcr flyers here than anywhere - theydrewblood.blogspot.com

gerard pic/interview 2003 - artsucks.com

show pics:

(8/18/2003 & 04/28/2004 washington dc, 08/20/2004 gillette stadium foxborough ma and 06/13/2004 baltimore md) - brokenvoices

(09/13/2004 & 01/21/2005 birmingham academy) - blackvelvetmagazine.com

(rainbow montreal 01/06/2003, kool haus toronto ca 02/10/2003, salle lx montreal ca, 08/25/2003) - junkedcamera.com

(bottom of the hill sacramento ca 1/23/2003) - sacramentomusicarchive.com

I do not know this show, 2003 - idolize magazine

04/03/2004 majestic theater detroit mi - schwegweb.com

05/07/2004 bakersville ca - rocksandiego.com (kira olsson-trap)

10/13/2004 kansas city mo - grrphotography

03/11/2005 taste of chaos cobo arena detroit mi - schwegweb.com

03/13/2005 taste of chaos st louis - grrphotography

03/16/2005 td waterhouse arena orlando fl - jencray.com

03/20/2005 st paul mn - shatterthelens.com

07/16/2005 fairgrounds, salt lake city - trent nelson

08/07/2005 warped tour orlando fl - jencray.com

08/08/2005 warped tour verizon wireless lot charlotte nc - josh hofer

08/12/2005 warped tour tweeter center camden nj - musicmattersmedia.com

11/01/2005 wolverhampton civic hall, wolverhampton england - blackvelvetmagazine.com

03/17/2006 emos austin tx - brooklynvegan.com & andrewkendall

10/26/2006 webster hall ny - dontbescene.com

11/15/2006 nottingham uk - blackvelvetmagazine

1/21/2007 big day out gold coast australia - kylie keene

03/25/2007 cardiff - blackvelvetmagazine.com

07/03/2007 helsinki - deadflowerphotography

flickrs (show pics):

7/25/2003 farmingdale ny - gaelen harlacher

08/16/2003 toronto ca - allfalldownphotography

I do not know this show, 2004 - joel

01/13/2004 night and day cafe manchester uk - tony woolliscroft

04/28/2004 cotton club atlanta ga - mike white

06/15/2004 mr.smalls theater, milvale pa - scapularemix

08/20/2004 gillette stadium foxborough ma - futurebreed

10/26/2004 roseland ballroom nyc - alyssa

01/30/2005 cologne germany - johanna bocher

07/02/2005 warped tour piers, san fransisco ca - laurentertaining

07/06/2005 warped tour pampano beach fl - internetpirateradio

7/28/2005 warped tour quebec city, quebec @ the pepsi colisée parking lot - alec hartman photography

08/05/2005 warped tour st petersburg fl - todd cynic

08/10/2005 warped tour nissan pavillian va - jessica

08/13/2005 warped tour nyc ny - christine natanael

08/23/2005 underworld london uk - sammi hills & lauren siohan

09/02/2005 &09/03/2005 rock in idro milan italy - matteo galli

09/13/2005 station park providence ri - katie o'keefe

09/15/2005 columbus ohio - stacy chambers

09/20/2005 st paul mn - matt birhanzel

10/14/2005 tweeter center camden nj - kristin

03/17/2006 emos austin tx - nicole herbst & allison7821

03/19/2006 recording academy san fransisco ca - james

05/12/2006 sun god festival la jolla ca - sam litvin

08/06/2006 nyc - heather marie ryan

08/25/2006 bramham park leeds uk - dancelike.hell

10/12/2006 virgin megastore london uk - stephen kallao

10/28/2006 & 10/29/2006 voodoo festival new orleans - mandi & voodoo music

10/31/2006 house of blues hollywood ca- veronica murietta

11/09/2006 e-werk cologne germany- sabrina & himychemicalromance

11/21/2006 milano italy - rodolfo sassano

1/24/2007 brisbane austraila - conradpayton

2/04/2007 perth australia - richard giles

03/04/2007 denver co - selene locke

03/07/2007 las vegas nv - heather marie ryan & pamela zabala

03/11/2007 anaheim - scarlet lark

03/21/2007 brighton england - peter hill

04/21/2007 seattle wa - steven friederich

04/22/2007 ft lauderdale fl - heather marie ryan

04/28/2007 williamsburg va - andrew s

05/05/2007 east rutherford nj - maria newman & mimie7981

05/01/2007 toronto ca - liz lulu

05/20/2007 vancouver ca - amy sept

05/21/2007 seattle wa- ciera walters

06/08/2007 leicestershire uk - sara bowrey

06/21/2007 bilboa spain - patriciana

06/23/2007 madrid spain - juan the fly factory

06/24/2007 lisbon portugal - mario guilherme

06/30/2007 hovefestivalen tromoya norway - kim erlandsen

07/08/2007 naas ireland - james quinton

07/25/2007 seattle wa - ciera walters

livejournals:

04/04/2004 bottom lounge chicago il - mechanical_riot

05/11/2004 san francisco ca - from strawberyxlove

01/05/2005 newcastle university england - open_heart_zoo

03/06/2005 daytona ohio - xxmeansyourhxc

03/10/2005 taste of chaos cleveland - dyanna

04/07/2005 barrowland, glasgow uk - elite_cru

part 2 here

#stay tuned i'm on some crazy bs rn #sources for you #I own nothing #lol i'm a thief but my taste is so refined etc.#my chemical romance #mcr #gerard way #frank iero #mikey way #ray toro #revenge era #bullets era #shows #2005 #2002 #2003 #2006 #2007 #earlycuntsets.org

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princessbrunette · 10 months

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alright. i know. i literally gave you an anakin prompt already. but☝️ ..i’m here with another one.

modern!anakin running one of those tumblr porn blogs to talk about his nasty little fantasies. (not sure you remember this, but i wrote him posting “i like doing evil things to pretty girls.” while ago as an example of that behavior) and you happen to follow him. maybe you interact with him because you’re intrigued by his gross language and you reach out (maybe you swap some pics, and agree to meet). not sure how you’d wanna play it but ! i thought you’d wanna know about it

i think what’s so sexy about him doing this is he’s like… oddly nonchalant about it? he’ll mutual you, but never come onto you in a sexual or creepy way bc he’s a people pleaser and cares too much about people thinking he’s a weirdo. instead he just sends you memes relating to something you posted about one time just to show he listens, you know?

and like duh, he wants to fuck you, he’s a guy with a dick. but it’s better just to befriend you first, right? doesn’t wanna be a douche about it.

but then the two of you start talking properly outside of just memes, and calling, and flirting, and oh god — you’re one of those people. falling for someone online. someone who wouldn’t care that much to fly out to see you right? right?

he ends up in your city, and suddenly you’re picking him up from the airport ?? and you’re thinking jesus christ, yeah i’ve seen pictures of him and he’s very good looking but that’s gotta be… altered in some way right? there’s no way someone that fine runs a tumblr blog that depraved… and soon all 6ft- what, 4? of him is walking towards you in the airport, smiling so friendly and opening his sculpted arms for a hug and you’re just ????? fuck my life ??????

so the two of you go out to a bar, and literally one glass of wine in each and you’re giving him the big doe fuck me eyes, talking so much you don’t even think to get a second drink, the chemistry buzzing through your bones and up your skirt. he didn’t think he’d be getting lucky this fast, jesus — he booked to be here for like 2 weeks so he can really milk it out of you. poor thing was just too needy for it.

you’re blabbering how you’ve never done this before, having some guy fly out and fucking him on the first night when you leave the bar arm in arm, headed straight for his hotel. you think he might crumble under the pressure, again — who runs a blog that depraved and actually knows how to do all the stuff they talk about? but he’s so calm, collected, chuckling at your eagerness, reiterating one million times that there doesn’t ’have to’ be anything. not to feel pressured to do anything just because he flew out. great, so he’s a good guy too. you’re surprised your arousal wasn’t running down your legs like a faucet.

he knows his stuff, and it shows back in the hotel room, bringing you a glass of water even though you had one glass, telling you to drink it, forcing every form of consent out of you because he needs to know you want this like he does. even so, so much kissing once you start — giving you time to back out, giving you time to get so drooly and desperate you’re humping his lap and nearly crying.

anakin soothes you. “what do you want baby? flew out here just to see this pretty face, lemme give you what you want sweet girl just gotta tell me.” muttering it against your lips like he’s casting a spell.

“wanna — wanna do all the stuff you wrote about. thought about it every night.” you mewl, your tits heaving against his strong chest. there’s that low chuckle again, pretty smile lines on his cheeks you can’t help but kiss.

“mm, i remember a few you liked a lot. what was that one about having you on my lap, dick all in your guts, just rubbing that pretty clit ‘til you cream all over it. something like that, right baby?” his hands are massaging your hips and god — yes, yes yes whatever you say, nodding so hard your head might come off.

safe to say he keeps his word, showing you everything he knows.

#hanasnx #modern!anakin prompt #modern!anakin #modern!anakin smut

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ashtheketchum · 6 months

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Do you have a tag list for your Daryl story? If you do, could you add me please?

This is like the perfect story bc I’ve been looking for one like it for a while.

A new family Part 6

A/N: Here's the sixth part! I'm very happy that you want more and more of this story, but I don't have such good news for you all- This story will only be about the first season! (Pic from Pinterest!)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

Warnings: Injuries, alcohol, needles (at least it is mentioned that blood will be drawn)

Taglist: @b0p-itt @twisteduniverse5

Masterlist!

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PoV (Y/N):

We all stayed hidden until the walkers left. However, (D/N)'s wound was still bleeding and she was crying quietly into my shoulder. She must have been in incredible pain. When the walkers were finally gone, we climbed out again and I picked (D/N) up. Lori, Rick and Shane ran towards us while (D/N) pressed her face into my shoulder. "What happened?" Shane asked me. "She cut herself on a piece of rust…" I explained quickly before carrying her to Daryl's truck. He also came out of his hiding place and looked at (D/N) briefly. When he saw her tears and blood, he immediately ran towards us.

"Wha´ happened?" He asked, a little more excited. Daryl stood next to me as I gently pressed on her wound so no more blood would come out. Daryl immediately ran to the back and grabbed a first aid kit. Shane walked towards him and stopped him before he could get to me and (D/N). "We need this first aid kit for emergencies!" Shane simply said with a stern look. He briefly looked at (D/N) and me, I had a horrified and angry look. "(D/N)'s wound is not big and not that deep either. All we need to do is wrap a little cloth around this wound.” Shane then said in a calm voice. "Fuck off, Walsh! This is a kid!" Daryl just growled.

He pushed Shane away with force and then came to us. From the first aid kit he pulled out a huge plaster and a bandage. We poured some water on the wound. While I hugged (D/N) tightly, Daryl carefully applied the bandage to her wound and then wrapped the bandage around her leg. Shane just watched us quietly as (D/N) slowly calmed down. “We have to go to the CDC quickly…” Lori then said. Carl walked towards us and squeezed (D/N)'s hand gently to show her that everything was okay. She wiped away her tears and then climbed back into the truck. "Yes, we should move on." And so we continued on our way to the CDC.

We arrived in the big city, in front of a huge building. Rick said this was the CDC and we headed outside. Since (D/N) was limping badly, I picked her up and we ran towards the building. "Hold your breath, honey…" I said to (D/N) when I noticed the smell of the walker. My daughter immediately nods and holds her breath. Daryl, Shane and Rick shot a few walkers so we could penetrate further. I stayed between Rick and Daryl so that no one could get to (D/N).

When we finally got to the building, Rick and Shane banged on the doors to get them to open. However, since there was no answer, we all assumed that there was no one left in there. I also ran to the door and looked pleadingly into a camera I spotted. "Please! My daughter is seriously injured and her wound needs stitches!” I shouted loudly up to the camera. There was still no response and for a moment I also thought that no one was in there anymore. But before we could even turn around, the door suddenly opened and a bright light came from inside.

I didn't think before I ran in with (D/N) in my arms and looked around. The others immediately followed me and also looked around, the doors behind us closed again. "Don' go so far forwar´, woman!" Daryl then snapped at me and pulled me behind him. (D/N) looked around curiously with her eyes. We hadn't seen such a clean place in a long time.

However, we couldn't look around for long because a man came around the corner. He had a gun in his hand and was wearing a white coat. He just looked at us searchingly, suspiciously to be more precise. "Is someone infected?" He then asked loudly. We looked at each other briefly before Rick spoke up. "It was one… he didn't make it." "Where is the injured child?" The man then asked again. We didn't move for a moment before Daryl grabbed my arm and pulled me forward with (D/N). The man looked at (D/N)'s leg for a moment before looking at both of us.

"Are you her parents?" Daryl and I stayed quiet for a moment. This question took me a bit by surprise; I didn't want to tell him my whole life story. But suddenly Daryl shook his head. "Nah, I'm no´ her old man…" He then murmured quietly. I felt (D/N) grip my top tighter and look down slightly. It made me sad for a moment, but she had to live with the fact that Daryl didn't seem to want to be her father. "Okay, sorry…" The man apologized. "But I'm her mother…" I then spoke quickly.

The scientist looked at me briefly before nodding slightly. It seemed difficult for him to take care of us now, but he allowed it. Maybe he wasn't as bad as one might think. "Okay… but I want you all to take a blood test! I’ll take care of the wound afterwards…” He then murmured quietly. Relieved, I smiled broadly and we all followed him. Andrea complained briefly, but I didn't listen to her. We should be grateful that we were allowed in here at all.

We all did the blood test and after that was done, Dr. Jenner took care of (D/N)'s wound. He said we were lucky and the wound hadn't become infected. He quickly attended to her wound, stitching it up and then giving her small crutches. "Thank you!" I then said. Dr. Jenner just gave me a quick nod before looking at (D/N). He smiled at her briefly before we moved on to the others.

Dr. Jenner showed us around and explained everything to us. We were supposed to sort out the room layout between ourselves, but otherwise we had to pay attention to his rules somehow. We shouldn´t use electronic devices, i.e. no TV or video games, and we should take a quick shower so that we don't use up the warm water. But we liked everything. Soft beds, fresh air and showers with warm water. (D/N) and I took a room with a small bed and a couch. I would sleep on the couch and then (D/N) would sleep on the bed.

In the evening we moved to a huge room where everyone had gathered. I could already smell the delicious food and I could already hear my stomach growling. "It smells good here, Mom!" (D/N) simply said and limped towards the others. The others looked at us and even made room for us. (D/N) sat down and I slowly approached the group. There was hot food, something to drink and even some alcohol. "Enjoy it, little one." Glenn said simply as he drank from his wine glass.

I sat down too and we all ate together. I also drank a few glasses of wine, but not too much, so I could still look after (D/N). Carl even tried some alcohol, but found it so disgusting that he almost spit it out. We all laughed, even Daryl had fun. He kept teasing Glenn that if he didn't stop drinking he would soon turn red and that he would definitely want to see it. "Daryl, leave Glenn alone!" I then called out to the two of them, laughing. Glenn laughed a bit again before continuing to eat. Daryl just hissed in amusement and grinned at me. "I tease whoever I wan´, woman." His answer made me giggle before I then looked at (D/N).

She looked at Daryl with some excitement and amusement. I was a little confused by her look, but before I could ask, Dale said that we should thank Dr. Jenner for letting us here. We all clinked glasses before we had another quick chat. But Shane had to kick the mood and ask some questions. We all fell silent, some staring at the scientist, others looking down at their food. "Shane, you're a party pooper." Glenn then complained, with a slight pout. Glenn's reaction made me smile briefly, but the mood remained tense.

After a while, I saw (D/N) yawning loudly and rubbing her eyes. I smiled at her and gently stroked her head. “Are you tired?” She only answered my question with a nod. Giggling, I then stood up and I gently stroked her back. "I'll just put (D/N) to bed." I then said to the group. They all agreed while Lori, Carl, Carol and Sophia also stood up. They probably wanted to put their children to bed too.

"I'm comin with yah…!" Someone suddenly shouted. And that someone was Daryl.

Next Chapter ->

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i had a whole message ready to go and dropped my phone, so this might end up being shorter. first, as context, i went to a massive hockey school and was with my boyfriend who was on the team throughout our time there and after. still talk with him, but i’ll be honest and say that all the sh*t that comes with having a relationship with someone that’s high profile was just too much.

1. the reading stuff is hilarious. obviously they can read—they just don’t HAVE to read. even in college. was at a party at one of his teammate’s places and opened the fridge to grab something and there were textbooks, still in the plastic, sitting on the top shelf. it was a class i was also taking. when I confronted the guy about it as I held said textbooks in hand laughing (it was near midterms) he said “it doesn’t matter. i’ll pass.” he passed and it definitely wasn’t because he understood a damn thing in that course.

2. cliques exist on teams. ill break that down further. my boyfriend hung with like five of his teammates and a handful of athletes from another big sport at my school. those were who we were around on any given day. on weekends after games, or if there was a stretch with a break from some games, the entire team would go out. your ass better be at those team events or if not you better have a good reason why you’re not there. there was an issue off the ice involving the team and there was definitely a rift afterwards because a few of the guys were not there. it made for a really bad season with a team that should have done well.

3. they’re not tagging pics in real-time. they’ll post stuff a few days later with the tags on the locations so people think they know where they are if they post anything at all. that’s equally true for public and private accounts where tracking can be controlled. im sure most people recognize this, but i’ve never seen it stated outright. i was even asked to hold off on posting things until we were somewhere else even though my accounts are private. if they want you to know where they are, you’ll know where they are.

4. for the love of god do not send them nudes. not unless you want that entire team and possibly more to have them. getting nudes was a game to them.

5. which brings me to—they are ALWAYS involved in some sort of game or challenge with one another. the nudes was one, i can’t give anything more specific because i’d likely dox myself. not really feeling up for that blowback. just—they’re always betting each other over something and keeping tabs/score with something likely unrelated to hockey. sometimes it’s funny and sometimes “ew.” but there’s always something.

6. the sh*t they do off ice is hilarious and often unexpected. one of my best friends is the biggest a-hole on the ice, led the team in penalties, etc. off ice he’s the nicest human you will ever meet. he doesn’t read for fun, but he’s a nerd over a specific genre of movies that you wouldn’t expect. video games are pretty constant. they’re psychotically competitive even with those. watching giant man children rage quit video games is hilarious. oh and some of them have the weirdest habits. can’t really elaborate on that one. if anything i’d send it another time.

7. as someone that had a whole school watching my every move and then a whole city watching my every move, i can tell you it gets old fast—for everyone involved. i had people (guys and girls) show up where i lived. 95% of the sh*t i read online that was supposedly about me, him, me and him, etc was not even close to true. take what you see about any of the players or the people involved with them with a grain of salt.

8. sadly some of the worst guys are the ones in the longest relationships, or had families, etc. that was really horrifying to me. strictly anecdotal to my experience with two teams and their circles, but yeah. it was bad.

9. because the question comes up a lot—where? i met my boyfriend at mandatory study hall freshman year because im also an athlete. we never talk hockey. i talk hockey with my other friends and family, never with him or his teammates. he’s in it all day everyday, it’s his job, just like when im done with work i know i don’t want to talk about it, they’re the same way. if he brings it up, sure, but i’m sure as hell not gonna be the one to do that.

and for those keeping score: tall and natural blonde. many of his teammates over the years dated brunettes but they almost always ended up dying their hair blonde. so I don’t know if it’s blondes initially all the time. if anything i would just add that WAGs are their own beast with all the peer pressure and competitiveness of a team. the going blonde thing might be due to the pressures within that group.

way longer message than i intended but hopefully some valuable insight for those who have asked. as you’ve said, they’re humans like anyone else, their job is just different. oh, and summers were mostly working with skills coaches and rehabbing injuries/getting surgeries that are overdue that weren’t publicized. the public doesn’t know half the sh*t these guys are playing through.

everyone thank this anon for her service because this is absolutely perfect, no notes.

the ones i can most agree with / corroborate from my own experiences: she is 100% correct. do not send these guys nudes (i never have & never will, but know that they get them spread around quickly!!), and the same goes for competing over things. good lord, it’ll be the stupidest shit sometimes too but somehow it becomes a competition 😭 it’s crazy! and the same goes for schoolwork. it’s not just hockey. i have a friend who went to an SEC school with a historic football team (and sorority rush, cough cough), and she said the same thing about football players. they’ll pass. no matter what. doesn’t mean they’ll have a 4.0, but they’ll pass enough. i’m sure it’s the same with big hockey schools up here and the midwest as it is in the south with football. that doesn’t surprise me at all, unfortunately.

also, that last line. the public doesn’t know half the shit these guys are playing through. YUP. the things their bodies go through in not just a season, but in one game, are absolutely insane. and she’s very correct about privately-handled, unannounced offseason surgeries. 🙂‍↕️

i think the most interesting thing for you guys to see is her insight that most brunette WAGs end up going blonde & that whole explanation of the blonde WAG stereotype in every level of hockey.

whoever you are, i adore you, this was an amazing read, and if you ever want to talk privately in dms and stuff, i’d love to! if not, no worries, and thank you for stopping by & talking to me 🥰💋❤️

#hockey gossip #team information

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relgnira · 1 year

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Uh week 2 of @shepscapades drawing challenge thing! Ive had this sketched for like a week and finally finished it haha

Its a Celeste au! Celeste is my favorite game ever if you havent played it please please please give it a shot its so good. These are just the first thoughts that came to me when I thought about this, so have my unrefined brain crystals ~

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Part of Cleo (Joe)

• does actually have a “human” form but prefers to be a bird around people other than Cleo for the ~mystery~

• more helpful than Cleo

Old Woman (Cleo)

• elderly woman who lives on the mountain and seems to enjoy hasseling hikers

• very confidant in herself, once she sees how determined Grian is she helps him find his confidence

• they become good friends post mountain

Grian

• pretty much the same motives as Madeline

• heard about Celeste mountain from his best friend Jimmy

• can’t believe he’s actually doing this

Part of Grian

• extremely impulsive to the point of danger, but will begin an anxious spiral afterwords that causes the world to distort and eyes to open everywhere

• when accepted, he gives the triple jump ability with a flap of wings

Mumbo

• one of the civil engineers that worked on the now-forsaken city

• got unlucky and just died at his desk one day, but he hasn’t realized yet and keeps frantically trying to finish an already-abandoned city

• when he meets Grian, he thinks he is there to finally approve his designs and keeps trying to show him his models and plans

Scar

• claims to be climbing the mountain to get some painting inspo, but maybe he is trying to escape something as well…

• will show a fold-out wallet full of Jellie pics if prompted (or even if he isn’t)

#shepshermitdesign23 #hermitcraft #hermitblr #hermitcraft smp #relgnirart #celeste #zombiecleo #joe hills #grian #mumbo jumbo #goodtimeswithscar #gtws #watcher grian #watcher!grian

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triptychgrip · 2 months

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Yuri!!! on Ice post-canon headcanons - Part 1

-Yuuri becomes the first skater to ratify the quad flip in-combination, with a triple toe-loop. When he lands the combo at the 2018 Winter Olympics, it predictably breaks the internet and becomes known as the Katsuki Combo. Phichit becomes the second person to cleanly land it

-Minako bartends at the Viktuuri wedding reception in Hasetsu, and is single-handedly responsible for getting everyone trashed on their 'Stammi Vicino' signature cocktail. Things get pretty risque towards the end of the night when the new grooms begin to make exceedingly over-the-top declarations of love for one another. Neither Hiroko nor Toshiya bat an eye at any of this

-The first 'Viktor and Friends' ice show -- even with the Chihoko drama -- was such an incredible success that the Katsuki-Nikiforovs make it an annual excuse for all of their friends to get together in the off-season. The Hasetsu City Council becomes so fearful over liability issues when they notice how many tourists try to scale Hasetsu Castle to get pics in 'Shining Chihoko' pose, that they permanently install guardrails on the top of the Castle

-Viktor begins learning how to pole-dance under Yuuri's instruction. It's a 50-50 in terms of whether their lessons are actually productive versus them just ending up having sex, lol. B/c they are the most extra ppl imaginable, they work with Christophe to come up with a routine to perform at the 2022 Beijing Games banquet. This is their "last hurrah" in terms of banquet shenanigans, as the 2022 Olympics marks Yuuri's last competition before retiring

-Mila and Sara begin dating during the 2019 off-season, and Sara eventually moves to St. Petersburg so they can live together. Mila has Viktor choreograph a gala skate proposal routine, and when she performs it for Sara, everyone thinks it's amazing/adorable that she caps it off with her new fiance's damnably difficult signature jump combo (the triple lutz-triple loop)

-After a few years in St. Petersburg, Viktor and Yuuri move permanently to Fukuoka, Japan, where they coach/train at the same rink as Kenjirou (who never quite gets over his Yuuri hero worship, but does learn to tone it down...somehow). The move to Japan allows the Katsuki-Nikiforovs to begin working with the Nishigoris on long-term plans to expand Ice Castle Hasetsu into a top-tier training center

-Once Yakov retires, Yurio "follows" Viktor/Yuuri to Fukuoka and becomes Viktor's second student. This "works" in some respects, and is a disaster in others. With his ample free time upon retirement, Yakov attempts to repair things with Lilia

If any of the above headcanons sound interesting to you, you might be interested in my 2018/2022 Olympic Games fic series, which is currently comprised of 7 different parts! When I first began posting part 1 (currently at 212K words and counting) last November, I didn't do a great job of promoting it. So, as it (and the overall series) gets closer to completion, I'm striving to do better around that!

I originally set out to write an in-depth, post-canon series for two main reasons:

1) I find the politics of competitive sport really interesting and, obviously, canon Yuri!!! on Ice doesn't really touch on this in just 12 episodes. But politics/bureaucracy truly do weave into just about every aspect of an athlete's career, and particularly with such a talented/prominent Japanese skater moving to St. Petersburg to live and train alongside the sport's "Living Legend", I found myself ideating around what the implications of that would mean in-universe, particularly for the Winter Olympics

and 2) I wanted to see more of the "give and take" that we know to be true of Viktor and Yuuri's relationship. Naturally, as Viktor grows into his role as Yuuri's coach in canon, the narrative is largely about how he supports Yuuri, and I wanted to be able to explore more of the opposite (Yuuri learning to support Viktor in a more overt way than is implied).

Part 1 of the series is centered around the 2022 Olympic Games, but jumps back and forth in time so that you are able to get glimpses of how their relationship has evolved from their earlier days, as well as to see the ripple effect of a big event that took place at the PyeongChang Games.

Last but not least, if you like reading post-canon Yuri!!! on Ice but don't have energy/interest in reading a very long WIP, I have lot of other stories up on ao3, which you can find here

#yuri on ice #yuri!!! on ice #yuri on ice headcanons #viktuuri #victuuri #viktor nikiforov #victor nikiforov #yuuri katsuki #katsuki yuuri #my writing #yuri on ice fanfiction #post canon yuri on ice

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pandora-writes-one-piece · 2 months

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The Meet Cute - Ace's Story - 2

Source for the pic

Firestarter 2

Word Count: 2769

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader, slight NSFW (It's mature, not explicit), slightly sugestive behaviour, flirting, jealousy, frenemies, sexual tension, miscommunication, unresolved tension, slight angst, slow-burn, romantic comedy vibes, alternate universe modern setting, swearing, drinking, fluff, feelings realisation, denial of feelings.

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You intended to have some alone time, to reflect and heal, but your childhood friend's older brother, Ace, seems to be there just to upset that fragile peace you're striving for. He's a flirt and a womaniser. But why does he also have to be so handsome and perfect? And how long can you resist his charms?

Notes: There's a reference to the very first chapter of the introductory chapters. I really advise reading those before diving into this Ace series, for context. Thank you so much for reading! If anyone want to be added to a tag list, feel free to say so! ❤️

Masterlist for previous introductory chapters.

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The door bangs and trembles on its hinges once you set foot inside the house. Shank’s red head pops from the kitchen with a raised brow and a scowl.

Crap, you thought he was still outside. If there is one thing your father hates, it is doors banging. You learned that the hard way when you were younger and a pre-teen.

Hiding your head in your shoulders, you grimace and apologise. “Sorry, dad.”

“You thought I wasn't home.” He smirks and you nod with a shrug.

“What happened?”

“The car broke down for good. Ace says the engine is fried. Can you give me Kid's number, or actually, if you wouldn't mind calling him yourself?” Showing him puppy eyes, you actually hope he calls him because you're not up to dealing with another infuriating man at the moment.

“I'll call him.” As you follow Shanks into the kitchen, he stuffs a strawberry into his mouth and chews loudly. “Is that why you’re so upset that you almost broke the door?” His frown deepens as you pilfer one strawberry from his share.

“Er… Yeah, sure.” The last thing you want to do is go into details with your father about how insanely jealous and irrationally bitchy you behaved earlier. Obviously he doesn't buy your act.

“Did Ace do something?” He asks indignantly.

You pull the strawberries closer to you and Shanks just gives up and lets you have them.

“Dad…” You sigh. “Ugh, never mind.”

“Bug, you can tell me anything.” And before he fills a cup of coffee for himself, he asks if you want some.

You decline with a shake of your head. “Is Ace a flirt?”

Shanks’ eyebrows raise almost to his hairline and he coughs as he tries to swallow the coffee. “What do you mean?”

“Is he a womaniser? Does he sleep around?”

“Why? Did he try something with you, baby?” Shanks loses his footing and grabs the counter dramatically, making you roll your eyes at the exaggerated display. His voice gets so high that it makes you flinch.

“No, dad. It's just… I… forget it!” You throw your arms in the air and turn, ready to leave and go change your outfit.

A grumble as Shanks clears his throat makes you stop and turn to listen to what he has to say. “He's trustworthy, bug. But he never had a steady girlfriend. He likes to… have fun. So please, be careful.”

You notice the strain in Shanks’ voice. You can tell he likes Ace, but the veiled warning behind his words tells you that you should steer clear. Just like you thought.

But you were obviously going to steer clear. You do not want to have anything to do with any man.

Right?

-*-

The rest of the day passes pretty fast with chores and housework, but at night sleep eludes you. You toss and turn in your bed but can't find a good position and it definitely doesn't help that a certain raven-haired flirt keeps popping up in your head.

You turn on the light, defeated, and scroll through your phone, trying to distract yourself from your traitorous thoughts. You finally delete your ex’s socials, you’ve had enough of that, and now you casually flip through Nami’s and Robin’s. You see some likes on their posts from familiar people and you follow some, those who you know won’t bother, and others you have met in the short time you’ve been back.

Then, suddenly, you find Ace’s social. It’s private. Should you? Will you?

Screw it.

You request a follow and gulp while staring at the screen. You did it.

Inhaling deeply, you lock your phone, throw it on the bed and close your eyes, arms dropping dramatically over your face. Why, oh why have you given in to this particular whim? Why is he getting under your skin like this?

Friends! You can just be friends! That’s the answer. You know he’s a good guy so it’s really easy to be friends with him. Except you have to stop acting like an idiot. The time you have spent tossing and turning has actually served a purpose. The purpose of showing how much of an idiot you really are.

So now you know you have to apologise to him. It’s only fair. Because you reacted like a jealous girlfriend without any reason to. Okay, fair is fair, you wanted to feel special. You know yourself enough to realise that your breakup and being cheated on did a very ugly number on your self-esteem and sense of self-worth. Therefore, Ace’s attention felt like you were actually worth something. Like you were special, pretty, fun and… enough.

But that pressure on him is not fair. He should not be the one you take your frustrations out on when you’re actually frustrated with yourself and your inability to cope properly.

Your phone buzzes slightly and lights up. You cautiously remove your head from the makeshift arm cocoon you were hiding in, and grab it.

He accepted your request and requested to follow you back.

He’s awake.

You snap yourself upright, your legs crossing quickly over one another and you press the accept button, all while wondering what you’re going to say and how you’re going to say it, because you need to apologise for your childish behaviour.

Yet, he beats you to it.

You can’t help but stifle a giggle against your hand. This ‘friends’ thing sounds nice. Yawning and rubbing your tired eyes you decide you’re actually sleepy now.

You turn off the wifi on your phone and the light at the nightstand, cover your legs and lie back. All the while, with the most stupid smile playing on your lips.

A smile meant for a friend. Just that.

-*-

“Good morning, daddy!”

You enter the kitchen with a light spring in your step as your dad arches an eyebrow.

“Morning, bug. You seem pretty cheerful for an early morning.”

You chuckle as you pour a cup of coffee. He's right. You woke up happy and rested, even though you barely slept five hours. You even managed to get dressed without your first cup of coffee - knee-length leggings and a sports bra! You had mentioned to your father that you missed your morning jogs and that you were thinking about running again. So he immediately dismissed you from the early morning chores so you could do just that.

“I slept well.” You give him a small peck on the cheek after you finish your coffee. “I'm going on a little run. Be back soon to help you!” You shout as you open the door.

After he replies, you use the porch to stretch your muscles and you're ready to go. In Grand Line City you used to run with headphones because the engine and chatter noise was deafening. Here, all you can hear is the song of the birds and nature. And you love it. So no headphones today.

You do a fast jog from your house and across the pathway to the main road just to get your heartbeat racing and then you resume your usual slower pace. You remain quiet and tranquil for a moment before you hear footsteps behind you. You're not worried. It's the country, no one would harm you.

“Morning pri-... You!”

Repressing a chuckle you turn your head to the side without stopping. Sure enough you're met with a cheeky grin and a - shocker! - shirtless Ace.

“Morning, Ace.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you release a snort. “Don't you own t-shirts?”

He guffaws and you let your eyes wander while he's distracted. He must've just started running since he barely has a drip of sweat on him.

“Laundry day!” He replies with a wink. “Can I join you?”

You notice he slowed down his pace to talk to you, but you were still going slow, anyway.

“Can you keep up?” Smirking, you don't even let him answer as you sprint forward at your usual pace.

His low chuckle follows him close to you in a heartbeat. “Can you keep up?” He says sheepishly. “Maybe we can make this interesting…”

No, nope! Don't fall for it! It's a trap!

“Sure, name your price.”

You fell for it. Weak…

“First to drop wins.”

“Terms settled. What's in it for me?” Your grin takes up your whole face. If it's a trap, you're about to take advantage of it.

“What do you want?”

“Honesty.” You reply, deadpan.

“I resent that! I have been nothing but honest with you.” He says your name with seriousness and you believe him.

“I believe you, but I want to ask some hard questions and I need you to be truthful and not evade the answer with jokes.”

His pace falters and you smile triumphantly.

“Agreed.” He nods. “But I want a kiss. If I win.”

Now it's your turn to falter. Your heart does a little stop-and-go motion and you're already regretting this.

Coward. No backsies.

“It's a deal!” You're about to kick his butt anyway.

You both set a steady pace, wanting to keep your strength and your breath, but not lagging behind.

“I can't believe you actually agreed.” He smirks. “I was not expecting that.”

“That's how confident I am.” You're not. You're already starting to be a bit breathless. Since you found out about your ex, you skipped a lot of morning runs and now, you're resenting it.

“I can see you struggling.” He turns and starts to run backwards, his arms crossing lazily in the back of his head, just to show off and you roll your eyes. “I'm getting my kiss.” He states and raises his eyebrows three times in a cocky manner.

“Don't count your chickens yet, mister!”

Hadn't you made a resolution last night that you two were to remain just friends? Then why do you want that kiss so badly?

Still, you want to ask him some questions and you mean to hear real answers instead of cheeky comebacks. Like, why is he still living with his grandpa when even Luffy has already moved out? You know he and Mr. Garp don’t have the best relationship and you remember him saying that, as soon as he got a job he would leave that house without looking back. You might also ask why he never got into a serious relationship, but that’s mere curiosity.

Right?

A few moments pass and Ace is barely breathing hard, while you are panting and huffing and sweating embarrassingly! He keeps talking but you barely have the brainpower to breathe let alone answer him.

“You want to give up?” He suddenly asks when he catches your heavy huffs.

Clenching your teeth together, you let out a feral growl. “Never!”

Yet your bravado is short lived, because your legs falter and you set your foot wrong, causing your previously bruised ankle to send an unending ache up your leg and down your foot as you yelp and lose balance.

Luckily, Ace is right there to catch you in his strong, sweaty arms. “Whoa, hey! Are you hurt?” You both stop as you dig your nails into his arms for support. You are panting from the run but also from the fact that you have your breasts flush with his chest. And the thought of your sweat mingling with his, is lewd and sinful and it's making your head spin.

“Fine, I'm fine!” You answer between gasps and pants but you're lying because he smells like a forest and you are dying for a retreat in those woods.

Get a grip!

“Your ankle?”

You wince as you pull away from him and support one of your hands on the fence, lifting your leg and rotating your ankle to test it. “I think it's fine. I bruised it the other day, it must still be tender.”

“You sure? I can check it out. I have EMT experience and I know first aid!”

Oh, you don't doubt that in the slightest. He's a firefighter. Obviously he knows basic first aid skills. But you don't want his big, strong hands wrapped around your leg.

Do you?

“I'm fine!”

He raises his hands in mock defence as you test your foot against the ground and check your watch. You should be heading home already if you still want to help your dad around the property. “I think I'll head home, are you going to keep running?”

He shakes his head but his smirk never leaves his lips. “Nah, I'll go with you. Who knows if you might need my help again.” Nodding you start to walk towards your house and he follows. You're still pretty tired from running and you don’t want to further aggravate your ankle, so walking is all you manage. “Besides, I won. I need to claim my prize.”

There's a sensation travelling from your stomach to your legs, leaving them numb, and it has nothing to do with the run. “Right. You're right. You won.”

You take a deep shaky breath as you stop and he stops near you. You feel your face growing hotter by the second but you're not sure if it’s from the effort, or if it's anxiety. Your legs falter again, so you lean against the fence, trying to make it look casual, but you're pretty sure it just looks pathetic.

You haven't given or gotten a first kiss with someone for over four years. Do you still know how to do this? How much tongue is too much tongue? And were you going to kiss with tongue or just a peck?

Shit, all this thinking is driving you crazy.

“Go on.” You urge him and force yourself to stare anywhere but at his lips. Which is, obviously, where you end up staring. He looks smug as he approaches you, his taller frame shielding the sun away from your face and shadowing his. You can feel your heartbeat in your eardrums.

Is that freaking normal? Are you dying from embarrassment, anticipation, or want?

He places both hands on the fence behind you and you can feel the heat coming off his chest in hot waves. He's almost flush against you and you keep panting, your breaths escaping your lips in trembling gasps. You expect him to mock you for it, to grin or smirk and make fun of your inexperience or embarrassment. Instead you see his eyes darkening and his grin disappearing as he sets his gaze on your parted lips.

One of his hands releases the fence and grabs your chin, slowly tilting your head upward to meet him. You feel a feather-light touch on your side as his fingers trace a pattern on your skin and settle firmly on your hip, gently caressing your hip bone. Now your eyes can't leave his. He's intoxicating.

Any moment now he's going to lay his lips upon yours and you'll understand why those girls giggled so hard when they saw him. Any second and you'll be just another girl. Just another conquest, just another kiss.

You close your eyes in anticipation, and your lips tingle when his hot breath mingles with yours.

Any second now.

You sense the bare touch of his lips, for the slightest of seconds, before they land on your face. Very, very close to your mouth.

But a million lightyears away.

The world suddenly starts spinning again and you had barely noticed that it had stopped. Ace removes his hands from you and steps back. Your eyes snap open as you eye him quizzically. The knitted brows give away your confusion but he doesn't mention anything.

If he's rattled, he's hiding it perfectly well behind that well trained smirk.

“There, it's paid. Are you coming? I'm sure you're rested enough for another run. We'll go slower.”

It's slight. It's a reach. But it's there. There's a hint of raspiness and tension in his voice. You affected him. This affected him as much as it did you.

Why didn't he take your lips? You feel like asking, but you're not sure you want to know the answer. Perhaps you're not as perfect as the girls he's used to kissing. Your ex used to say that you could try harder. Dress sexier, paint your nails and hair, put on fake boobs. Maybe he doesn't like the way you look.

“Yeah, let's go.” You croak out without making any more eye contact.

That has to be it.

And now you don't know which hurts the most: being kissed and then being just another girl, or not being kissed and being… Nothing.

#ace x reader #portgas ace x you #ace x you #one piece x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace #one piece #the meet cute #modern day au one piece #modern day au

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Sasnak City The Kingdom - Day 2

So day 2 at Sasnak City was the bussiest day and had some of the super fun events which made the convention worth the pricetag.

This post be long heh heh heh

(Link to Day 1)

So saturday was jammed packed, here just see the schedule

My day started with announcements, then the photos that came with my ticket, Amelia Clarkson and Harry Gilby. Both are super super sweet by the way.

Then came the Sasnak Community Photo. This was meant for attendees to get an official photo together, we grabbed some of the staff as well since they are amazing, but the cast had other ideas...

Arnas had a meet and greet about to start so he couldn't stay (he tried) so Eliza is holding up a photo with him in it. (She is so sweet)

Then 2 of my group went to go have their meet and greet with Arnas while I went and hung out. Then we all had lunch together before the next round of events.

Lunch was scheduled and provided by the convention which I thought was a nice touch from the organizers.

Following lunch my group had a meet and geeet with Harry. Poor lad had food poisoning right before flying out so was still recovering but it was a really interesting meet and greet. He talked about what it was like working with the rest of the cast and a little bit on the short film he was in with Cavan Clerkin (which we got to watch on Sunday).

After the meet and greet my group and I parted ways, they had a meet and greet with Ryan while I went to grab some autographs before my meet and greet with Arnas.

They had the cast split between two rooms, Mark, Arnas and Eliza in one room, while the rest of the cast (minus Ryan) in another room.

I got my autograph from Arnas first (I did ask if his handwriting had improved since Paris. He laughed and said no). My group and I had made up gift bags for all the cast and I got to give Arnas his. The cast weren't allowed to open them during autographs but I heard after the fact he was showing his off.

He also took a picture of my print immediately after I set it down 😁 I think he liked it? Hah.

Next I got my autograph from Eliza and she was so very sweet. She remembered attendees from previous years and their names!

She also took a pic of my print but she asked first 🤣. I also got to give Eliza her gift bag and she was so surpirsed and elated to be getting one!

Afterwards I had to get back in line and wait to get Marks autograph. Mark being the Special Guest had a longer line then most and some people a head of me were pretty chatty (poor man cannot chat and write at the same time) but we got there.

After I got Marks I had to boogey up to the next room where I had 15 minutes to squeeze in autographs from other cast before my meet and greet with Arnas!

They all loved the print and were super nice and I was able to get everyone I needed before my Arnas meet and greet.

Doing the meet and greet with Arnas was an experience! He is so vibrant and passionate and I learned things I didn't know about him! He talked about his time on set with WOT and about his time in Thailand filming for White Lotus.

He talked about philosophy and his religious views and how they affect his career and personal life. His passion for learning and growing.

I also got to ask a question from my list!

I asked him what was more fun, swords or axes.

The answer, axes 100%.

He then told a very fun story. He has a tick where he fidgits with his hands and anything he is holding so he used the weapons as a way to help control that (would explain a lot of how he grabs his weapons in scenes) so during the filming of season 4 and season 5 he used to practice tossing and catching the axe in between scenes.

He would annoy the heck out of the sound crew because he kept dropping the axe and the sound would get picked up. So he spent 2 years practicing this toss and catch until he could do it no problem and during the filming of SKMD he finally had a chance to do it in a battle scene.... and he fumbled it. Twice 🤣 he couldn't remember if the catch ever made it into the movie but I know I will be watching for it next time I rewatch.

The session finished with some selfies, I hate taking selfies and Arnas was happy to oblige my request to do silly faces 🤣

After the meet and greets I headed back to the main hall and met back up with my group and we joined the rest of the attendees as we got to have a special screening of Eliza new short film, Little Brown Bird.

It was filmed on the Isle of Man and was made with John Ryes-Davies (Gimli from LotRs) and it was so, so beautiful. It was about a woman taking care of her father who had alzheimer and takes on a supernatural turn!

After the film we were released to go have dinner before going back for a special event later in the evening.

We made the mistake of walking to the nearby shopping centre for dinner and it. Was. So. Fucking. Hot. We about died on the way back.

The evening ended with an event called Lords of the North. This event alone was worth the cost of the tickets. This was essentially a meet and greet with every cast member with drinking involved 🤣

Each table had 6 attendees and the cast had 10 minutes with each group before moving on. It was so much fun!

Learned a bunch fun things!

1. Amelia Clarkson agrees that Sihtric would make the best husband.

2. Rod Hallet loves Vancouver (my friend lives here and I live close by).

3. Magnus Samuelsson participated in the Swedish Dancing with the Stars back in like 2011 and won! (They played a video at the end of the event, he is a really good dancer).

4. Ryan had to study and learn the mannerism of an otter in drama school. Had to go to the zoo and observe them, then at the end of the semester had to pretend to be one in front of the class.

5. According to Mark, we lost the sleeveless Finan in season 4 because Arnas was jealous that he couldn't show off his own arms. (Arnas later denied this when we asked, he said he covered up to allow Marks arms time to shine, he knew if he had his guns out they would steal the show).

6. I asked Mark who's idea it was to have the bead and braid in Finan's hair and he said it was his. He had wanted it longer but the powers that be thought it would be "too dane" looking and he had to argue that Finan wasn't a saxon and that the celt did braids as part of their own culture.

7. Mark and Arnas filmed a bunch more of those little videos (The adventures of Sihtric and Finan) then what they shared on instagram, including a really good one themed on Bebbanburg BnB. We asked Arnas to post them, he seemed to think the time had past but we told him no, and that we would take the blame for "bullying" him to post them. We will see if he remembers 🤣 should I DM him? Would that be weird?

8. Eliza is the cutest human being. She also has some super funny videos of the cast we hope she shares one day.

The evening concluded with an after party! There was a DJ and more alcohol and about 10 minutes after it started they announced for all phones to go away and that the cast was coming over to dance with us!

Highlights from the dance party;

Cast, well dancing and being goofy.

Mark and Arnas trying to sneak off to explore the venue and getting in trouble. (They did this a few times over the weekend).

A congo line.

A dance off between Mark and Arnas (Arnas took his jacket off, took his hat off to run his hands through his hair and put it back on. It did things to my insides).

A dance off between Harry and Ryan.

It was a ton of fun! Very long day, but a ton of fun!

Stay tuned for day 3 adventures!

(Link tk Day 3)

#Sasnak City The Kingdom Convention #the last kingdom #tlk cast #arnas fedaravicius #mark rowley #eliza butterworth #harry gilby #ryan quarmby #magnus samuelsson #cavan clerkin #rod hallet #amelia clarkson

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