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satoruhour · 1 year ago

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a/n: something possessed me and i just started writing ... / 1.2k

warnings: age gap (reader in 20s and in uni, nanami in his late 30s), oral / cunnilingus, doggy, daddy kink, implied overstim, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, like brief fingering?, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

thinking about dad’s best friend!nanami who helps you to move into your university dormitory, arms flexing against his tight dark blue shirt as you try not to stare. it’s unbecoming, eyes trailing over the sweat dripping down his forehead, the sharp lines of his jawline and furrowed brows, espeically since he met your dad long ago when he first joined the company, seeing you from time to time in your father’s office in high school. but nanami never thought he’d see you to grow up to be the woman you are today, moving into your very own room with a bright smile — ready to take on your major and the world.

“everything in?” your dad asks with tears in his eyes and you simply push his shoulder, telling him how i’ll be fine, dad! before hugging him in between boxes and plastic bags. just behind him, nanami shoots you a gentle smile too, recalling on the times when he’s seen you help out at the office in your gap year, where you slip in little sandwiches on your lunch breaks. he thinks it’s you wanting to revisit old times where your father would buy danish pastry just for you to give it to the blonde man, but you’re hoping to melt his stoicism even further to the point of wanting things to happen — things you didn’t even want to admit out loud — with how fine nanami has aged over the years.

but one visit turned into two. the second one with your dad where rather, they talked while you worked on an assignment, but you enjoyed both of their presence. two turned into three — the third where nanami has already memorised how many steps it would take to reach your room. three turned into five, and five turned into nine where his hand would wander past your bedsheets and onto your figure, where casual talk about his work turned into conversations about you and what you liked. but nanami was always afraid of crossing over.

it was the tenth visit where dad’s best friend!nanami shows up sweaty and panting like he needs to tell you something, but when your eyes drift down to the hand he tries to hide the gears click in your head. it was only fifteen minutes ago that nanami has himself cooped up in the admin toilet downstairs, fist pumping his cock impatiently while he imagines your tits in front of his face, bouncing. where your hips do the same, whining out into his neck as your pussy clenches and gushes around him. it’s because he was interrupted by a knock that the first thing he did was to come here, but he wasn’t thinking straight. that all fades away when your hand cups his bulge, squeezing slightly that nanami wants to unbuckle his pants, but you drag him into your room before he can do it.

dad’s best friend!nanami who has your panties stuffed into your mouth as he eats you out on the dormitory bed, slurping every last bit of your juices up while his mouth works wonders on your dripping cunt. “nanami-san! p-please—” it’s a struggle to talk through fabric but you manage to get the words out, hips starting to hump into his mouth, feeling nothing like this before in your life as he nibs and sucks on your clit. nanami hums into your pussy and his arms tighten around your thighs, “please what? words, baby, use your words.” you shiver at the timbre of his voice, alongside the smoothness in which he removes your underwear. “but not too loud, or else everyone in school will know what a dirty slut you are for your father’s best friend.”

dad’s best friend!nanami who has your face shoved into your my melody bedsheets as he pounds into you from behind, shirt held up by his teeth so he can the way you take just all of his fat cock. by now, he’s drawn out multiple orgasms after holding back on you for so long — it was a sight, a babbling, pathetic mess on the bed while your cum drips from your core right down to the sheets. it’s beyond easy to slip into your hole, and nanami has to squeeze your waist so hard to try not to cum that you’re telling him to loosen his grip and he apologises with kisses down your back. he’s only kissed you once so far so you moan into the second kiss that night, hips moving back onto his pelvis before he slams his length right into you.

dad’s best friend!nanami’s demeanour changes altogether after that sweet, sensual kiss, pushing down on your arch before setting a pace, dick twitching from how tight and warm you felt around him. “can’t believe you kept this pussy from me for s’long…” nanami is entranced by his best friend’s daughter’s cunt, sucking him in so well he starts to realise that maybe buying sandwiches everyday wasn’t simply for reminsincing. you fight against his strong grip, smiling up at him, deliriously. “yeah? it’s all for you, daddy.” and nanami forgets his own rule, groaning out loud at the drop of the name as he continues to slam into you. it’s so wet and sticky, pre-cum mixed with your cum together with the slap of his balls on your ass, it was so fucking disgusting in that room and you loved it.

whines of “daddy’s” were all that was coherent from your mouth, headboard of the bed rocking with naanmi’s rough thrusts as you become more and more intoxicated on his cock. nanami easily removes his shirt, then, reaching an arm around and starts to rub your clit, feeling your pussy flutter around him before you’re jolting in surprise at the sudden orgasm, mouth going slack and your eyes seeing white from its intensity. nanami slows down just a little for you to adjust, but soon he rails into you again, low grunts leaving his lips before he’s asking where you want him to cum and he wants to burn your fucked out expression into his brain and seal your whimpers from ever escaping his thoughts.

“wan’ your cum in me, daddy— p-please!” you moan out, spreading your cheeks and pussy lips to tell him you were serious. “b-but—” nanami was getting lightheaded, your walls feel too good around him and he just wants to cum. “wonder what my dad would think having his best friend fill me with so much cum that he knocks me up? that would be exciting, right?” and nanami scoffs at what a filthy girl you are. sure, if you wanted his cum dripping out of your cunt while you attended lectures, while your joked with your dad, he’ll give it to you. he’ll give anything to you. there’s a choked moan that leaves nanami as he stills, pumping you full of his semen while your fingers close around the sheets and your pleas are muffled by them. you can fill each spurt of cum from his tip, flowing into you so well that it dribbles out from your pussy, pushing it out before there’s a swipe of nanami’s finger plunging into you.

“if my sweet girl wants my cum, she’s going to keep it in. well — after i give her a few more loads, of course.”

so many dorm escapades.. maybe im projecting a little cause is this so difficult to ask for???

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anemptypuddingcup · 6 months ago

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Strawberries an’ Cream.

Luffy x Female Reader!

I did not intend for the fic to be this long, but I love Luffy so much that I made this fic extremely long. Sorry if you can’t read it in one sitting, but I sure do hope you enjoy it!

Contains: Luffy’s birthday! Somewhat Modern AU. Semi-rough yet relaxing birthday sex with Luffy. Food play (Whipped cream, strawberries & strawberry cake). When I say food play, I MEAN FOOD PLAY. Masturbation in the beginning. Fingering. Pussy eating. Blowjob. 69. Sticky & semi-rough sex. Reverse cowgirl to Doggy style. Full Nelson to Spooning. Multiple rounds. Use of Gear Five. Color of dialogue changes once Luffy goes into Gear 5. Just a long fic of birthday sex for Luffy. This fic is so damn long y’all-

You sat there nervously as your mind began to run rampant with negativity, a shaky sigh slowly spilling past your lips while you played at the little lace of your cutesy-red lingerie. Luffy had texted you saying that he was on the way back home, he was out celebrating his birthday with his friends while you decided to stay home and go with your plans.

The entire house smelt of strawberried sugar and the scent was especially thick deep within your shared bedroom. You were sitting there in front of the sweet fruity food items while you waited for Luffy to come home, your mind occasionally brewing with doubt while you sat there and stared at the plastic container of strawberries.

You had strawberries and three cans of whipped cream lined up along your bed, not only that but you had a big box full of strawberry cake in front of you as well. You wanted Luffy to have fun with your body tonight and yet you still felt rather conflicted and unsure about the idea. You’d sometimes think that maybe sex was way too…plain of a gift for Luffy. You both always have sex every once in a while, your mind felt that maybe it was getting too old and cliche of a gift for him.

Yet at the same time, thinking of food play always clouded your mind and made your body hot when it came to your boyfriend who loved to eat.

You even remembered a time where he’d joked about eating food off of your body or eating you all together. The thought of him eating whipped cream or cake off of your body causes you to shudder and gasp out all sweetly while your face grew a deep shade of red. Your fingers slide between your legs and you mewl out as you began playing at your slit, sliding your fingers through your folds while you thought of him eating food off of your body.

You moan out softly and rubbed sensual circles against your clitoris, your toes twitching as you relished in the pleasure provided by your own fingertips. Your other hand reaches up for your breast and you played with the soft mound while you played with your pussy.

“Oh Luffyyy~ Mmhh~ I-I can’t wait for you to come home...” You whispered out desperately to yourself and continued to tease at your slit, your body growing impatient and needy for your boyfriend to just come home and take his affection.

The sound of the front door slamming causes you to snap back into reality before you shoot up from your soft pillows and stare at your bedroom door.

It fell silent for a few moments before his voice was finally heard through the door.

“Baby!? Baby, m’home! Is she even hereee…?” You jolt as you heard his voice echo outside of your bedroom door, his footsteps down the hallway growing closer which causes your heart to start racing from the anticipation and slight excitement. You hear him sigh out heavily and walk up to your bedroom door before he’d grab the doorknob, the knob slowly turning before the door had finally opened up.

Luffy walks in and looks up at you before he pauses, his eyes scrolling up and down your body before he smiles and licks his lips. “Baby~ There ya are~ I thought ya won’ gonna be home for m’birthday tonight…” He hummed happily, his feet slowly walking up the the bed before he slides down onto the mattress and onto his stomach.

His hands reached out to you and grips the soft flesh of your thigh, playing at the lace of your thigh-high as his eyes fluttered at your beautiful body before him. “Look at cha, all dolled up f’me~ Ya must be m’gift that m’recievin’~” His fingers reaches up and played at your soft strands, his words and contact making you blush while your heart began to flutter from his contact.

His nose immediately picks up a sudden stronger whiff of strawberries and he stared down at the food in front of you before his eyes sparkled with excitement.

“Oooh! Strawberries!” Luffy’s smile grew wider and he reached his hand out and grabs a strawberry. You stared down at him and watched as he rolled his tongue along the strawberry while staring up into your eyes all mischievously. He hums out and swallows the strawberry in one bite, his brows raising as he noticed you growing more flustered.

“What’s all this for baby?~ All this f’just me?~”

“Mhmm! I-It’s for you Luffy~ Happy Birthday!~”

“All this, includin’ ya body too?~”

His hand slowly trails up in between your legs, making you gasp out while your body jolted unconsciously from his touch. He sighs out hungrily before he grabs your legs and pulled you down towards him, a groan leaving his lips as he looks up into your eyes with slight lust. His hands cups your face and he gives you a deep kiss while he smiled. “Lookin’ all cute f’me…I shoulda just stayed home w’ya…” His hands trailing up your soft skin and fiddling at the lingerie you wore.

“Then that would’ve spoiled your surprise Luffy…I-I thought that maybe…you’d want to do something a little different this time..”

“I’ll love anythin’ ya plan out f’me baby, it doesn’ matter what it’d be~” He peppered a smooch to your neck and nuzzled up against you, trying to comfort you and assure you that he was fine with whatever you provided. You hum out at his touches and pulled him closer to you, happy that he was accepting of any gift you wanted to give.

He sighs out and continued groping and touching your body, your skin soft like silk beneath his rough and scarred fingertips.

“S’pretty~ Been waitin’ f’me to come home all night, haven’ ya?~” He asked, his lips pressing kisses against your thighs before he lapped at your skin. A blush spreads across your face and you giggled softly before you’d press your hand against the softness of his strands. “I’ve been waiting for you all evening Luffy~” You responded back to him with a honey-coated tone, your words making him smirk while he slowly got up onto his knees and got closer to you.

“M’sorry baby…I ain’ mean t’keep ya waitin’ this long~” He whispered to you, moving in closer to your face before he’d finally press his lips against yours and give you deep and loving kiss. You moan out as his tongue enveloped yours, his hands gripping your shoulders and pulling you in against him. You wrap your arms and legs around him, gripping his shirt tightly while he breathed and gasped out into your lips.

“Ahhhh~ Luffy~” You mewl out and pulled away from his semi-chapped lips, his breaths heavy while he stared into your eyes all dreamily. “Dumplin’…” He sighed out, his head resting against your shoulder while his arm wrapped around your waist. You slowly sat up and look over towards the cake box’s before giggling. “Wanna look at your little present? It’s sitting right there~” You said all teasingly, pointing to the white box that sat there on the bed in front of you both. His eyes flickered to you and back to the box before he smiles and began pulling his clothes off.

He began slipping his shirt and baggy jeans off, a groan leaving him as he struggled to get them off. You helped pull his shirt off as he kicked off his jeans, his arms going up while you slide the shirt above his head and off of his body. He flops back onto the bed and scoots closer to you before looking down at the big white box.

“What’s in ‘ere?” He asked you, tilting his head out of curiosity and looking into your eyes while you looked down at it. You smile to him and chuckle softly before giving him a smooch on his cheek. “Open it and see love.~” You tell him, his tone making his smile before he reached out for the box. He grabs the box and opens it, a whiff of cake and frosting filling his nose and making him shudder with excitement. He stared down at the cake, reading the words Happy Birthday Luffy in cursive font while it was coated in white buttercream frosting from top to bottom.

He picks off one of the strawberries off of the cake before eating it, humming out all lovingly at the flavors of the frosting and strawberry melting in his mouth. “Fuck it’s s’good!~ Sho yummy!~” He hums out, still munching while he spoke to you.

“I asked Sanji to make it for you…” You say all sweetly, staring to to his eyes while he hums out at the scent of the sugary frosting and cake.

“All f’me huh?~ Thanks baby~” He gives you a little smooch before he wraps his arms around your body, cooking them around you and pulling you in for a heartwarming hug. You mewl out and nuzzle against him, watching as he finished chewing.

“Well, what’s ya plan w’all this..?” He asked you, tilting his head and quirking a brow while you suddenly froze from his question. You hesitated to speak but you sign out and spoke softly to him.

“Well…I wanted you to…um…”

“Y’want me t’eat it off of ya, don’cha?”

You blink innocently and nodded shyly, his lips tugging into a smirk before he went grabbing a can of whipped cream. He uncoils his arms form you and softly shoves you down into your soft fluffy pillows.

A mewl leaves you as he reached out and groped your breasts, his fingertips playing at your softened buds and making them grow harder at his touch. “M’gonna eat everythin’ off ya~ An’ then I’ll eat ya right after~” He whispers to you, his voice making you tremble while you spread your legs open for him. He shakes the can of whipped cream and moves in closer to you, his finger pressing the button and spraying the fluffy sugary topping out onto your breasts and nipples.

He hums out and begins suckling on your nipples, sucking the whipped cream off of them while you moan out shakily. Feeling his tongue rolling along your sensitive and softened buds makes you tremble beneath him while your hand reached up and grabbed his raven curls. He hums out and licks his lips, his other hand rubbing down between your legs and teasing your slit while he ate the whipped cream off of your breasts.

“S’sticky already ain’cha?~ Ya that horny f’me dumplin’?~” He laughed at you, watching as your face contorted from his tongue rolling and slobbering over your nipples. A gasp leaves you as he pinches your clit softly, his teeth grazing against your nipple before he bit it softly. “L-Luffy~ Kyah!~ D-Don’t bite themmm~” You whined, your words making his lips curl up before he looks up at your desperate expression.

“Aww, why not baby?~ Doesn’ it feel good when I bite ‘em?” He bites down a tad bit harder onto your semi-softened buds and your body jumps while you wrap your arms around his temple. You pulled his head deeper into your breasts and you indulged in the feeling of his teeth grazing and biting your nipples.

He moved his hand up to his lips and runs his fingertips along his tongue, tasting your sticky slick and looking up into your eyes. He reaches over and grabs a strawberry with his other hand, the taste of the whipped cream still lingering on your nipples and skin if your breasts. He pushes the strawberry up against your nipple while he ran his sticky fingertips back along your slit, slowly stuffing his digits deep inside of you and stretching your velvet walls open.

You lift your hips up a bit and moan out suddenly as his fingers curls up deep inside of you, smooching your bundle of nerves and possibly reaching closer to your cervix. While he tended to your cunt, he continuously rubbed a strawberry up against your nipple, his mouth latching onto the other while he mewls. “L-Luffy~ Mmgh~ This f-feels nice~” You mewled out and squirmed beneath his larger frame, his fingers thrusting faster inside of your pussy while he chuckled against your breast.

He huffs out and pulls away suddenly, a string of saliva tearing from your breast and your lips. You whine out in displeasure and he smiles before shushing you, his smile all sweet yet mischievous. “‘Ere, lemme eat ya pussy~ Wanna see how it taste with th’cream~” He says, eating the strawberry that he rubbed against your body. You nodded and watched as he gets on his back, his hand reaching out and grabbing your hips before he yanked you closer to him.

You squeak a bit before looking down to Luffy, his eyes giving you a bit of a snarky stare as he trailed his tongue along his lips. He sprays a bit of whipped cream into his tongue and tosses the can to you. You grabbed the hem of his boxers and slowly pull them down, a mewl leaving you as his cock pops out while he hisses in out response. You slowly sprayed a bit of whipped cream out onto his tip and he watched as you began taking in most of his length past your softer lips.

“Fuck, you look s’fuckin’ sexy, eatin’ the cream off my dick like that~” He hisses out, watching as you slowly and softly bobbed your head up and down softly along his girthy length. He begins suckling at your slit, licking at your entrance with enthusiasm while the whipped cream enhanced the flavor of your cunt. You moan out against his length as he eats your pussy out hungrily, groaning out as he swirled his tongue along your sticky hole.

He slowly pushes his tongue past your entrance and you moan out shakily, your hips moving in soft motions unconsciously against his tongue while you took his length deeper down your throat. He groans out and stuffs his tongue deep inside of you, his tongue nudging up against your bundle of nerves while you let out a muffled gasp.

Luffy groans into your pussy, his fingers scratching against your hips as he enjoyed the feeling of your soft lips around his length. He slowly bucks his hips up into your face while he pulled your hips farther onto his face. A soft and erotic squeak left you while you felt his tongue wriggling deep inside do your cunt, your velvety walls squeezing around his tongue while you arched your back.

You lift your head and gasp out to Luffy, your hips grinding up against his face while one of his hands reaches around your hip. He runs his finger against your pussy, rubbing rough circle along your clit while your trembled above him. “F-Fuck Luffy~ I’m gonna cum i-if you keep doing that~” You whined out to him, a chuckle leaving him as he listened to you moan angelically.

“Cmon an’ cum then~ Jus’ keep suckin’ me off till ya do~” He huffs out, his tongue stretching out inside of you and nudging harder into your g-spot. You whine it and lie your head against his hip, your hand stroking his cock as you struggled to stay still and composed. You rolled your tongue along his tip while he squirmed a bit, his cock twitching within your hand and against your tongue while you couldn’t help but to tighten around his tongue either.

You pulled his length back inside of your mouth and he gasps out beneath you, his tip repeatedly kissing the back of your throat as he thrust his cock up deep and hard inside of your mouth. His groans and heavy breathing slowly grew into moans as he melted beneath your body, the flavor of your pussy and the pleasure of your mouth around his cock causing him to grow all fidgety beneath you.

You hear him gasp out and feel his cock twitch against against your tongue and a sweet little mewl leaves your throat, your moans all muffled while you enjoyed the feeling of cock sliding in and out of your throat. “Ahhh~ M’so fuckin’ close!~” He gasps out into your pussy, his eyes rolling up while his thighs began to close around your head.

He drags your hips along his mouth and continuously wriggled his tongue deep within your cunt, his tongue repeatedly kissing your sweet spot and making you whine out and shudder above him. Your face contorts and you gasp out before your body trembles harshly against him. You lift your head and gasp out as a bit of saliva spills past your lips.

“Fuckkk! Fuck Luffy- M-M’coming!~”

“Cum on m’fuckin tongue baby!~ Fuck- M’gonna cum too!~”

Luffy wraps his arms tight around your waist and you grip his hips tightly, your head movements going just a bit faster while Luffy stretched his hand around your hip once to rub circles at your clit. You let out a muffled whine before you pulled his length from your throat a final time, your hand jerking him off while he gasped out beneath you.

“Hah~ B-Babyyy!~ M-M’gonna!” He cries out and throws his head back, his hips thrusting up against your hand while he hugs your hips all tightly and laps at your slit. You wriggled above him and jerked his cock faster, feeling it pulsate and twitch in your palm. “S-Shit! B-Baby!~ Hah!~” He gasps heavily beneath you and arches his back before he cums, his cock spurting his hot seed out into your hands and getting a bit onto your face.

He sighs out in relief and continues suckling and lapping at your cunt, causing you to mewl out and softly grind your hips against his face. He slowly stuffs his tongue back inside of you, stretching your walls open and kissing your g-spot once again. He groans out and pinches at your clit, trying to pull your orgasm from you and make sure you climax as well. You shudder against him and whine out, slowly throwing your head back while he snickered into your cunt.

“L-Luffy!~ Mmhhhh~ L-Luffyyyy~” You moan out shakily and arch your back before creaming onto his tongue, a heavy gasp leaving your lips while your toes curled in ecstasy. Luffy moans out as he felt you creaming around his tongue and he slowly removes his tongue from deep inside of you before he licked his lips. You moan out exhaustively and slowly lifted your hips from his face, a string of slick and cum disconnecting from his lips while he groans out all sweetly. He inhaled deeply and sat up, his head looking down towards you while you lied there all weakly.

He chuckles and reaches out for the box of cake and grabs a slice, his hand moving it closer to your body before he rubbed the sticky cake and frosting onto your skin. He crumbles it onto the middle of your tummy and he bit his lip while lowering his head closer to your midsection.

As you lied there recovering from your orgasm, he began eating the cake and frosting off of your skin. You moan out shakily at the feeling of his semi-chapped lips against your body, and began squirming just a bit.

You feel him crumble a bit more cake onto the valley of your breasts, pushing them open slightly before he’d ate and lapped up the strawberry cake and vanilla buttercream frosting.

“Hahh~ S’good~ Ya make the cake taste even better baby~” He giggled shakily, his lust-filled eyes looking up into yours while he stretched his tongue and lapped along your skin with heavy hungry groans. You mewl out and watched as he eats the cake up off of your skin, his teeth biting and nipping at your at your skin while his eyes stayed glaring seductively up at you.

You feel his arm snake up around you and squeeze around your body, a groan leaving you as you moved around a bit within his grasp. He pulls you up and press his lips against yours, kissing you sloppily while a mewl left his lips. You shut your eyes softly felt his body growing hotter against yours while his hands squeezed tight at your body. You feel him trail his tongue along the skin of your neck, sighing out heavy breaths while his nails scratched at your skin.

“Ahhh~ Fuck, y’so fuckin’ tasty~” He groans out, his lips continually pressing smooched along your skin whilst marking it up with bites and hickeys. He hissed out before a heavy groan spilled past his lips, his hands beginning to pat and beat at his chest while he breathed all heavily.

A wave of strong energy and lightning began flashing and you covered your eyes before hearing Luffy laughing all playfully

His hair slowly began to turn all white and fluffy like sugary frosting whilst he hums out and looks down at you with a smile. His body bounces around and he snickers before he stretched his arms out to you and grab your shoulders softly. You open your eyes and immediately feel Luffy pulling you into his arms, his face all cheery as he hugs you so tight.

Luffy smushes his lips back against yours and he mewls out while he wrapped his legs tightly around your hips, moaning out as his rough hands ran up along the soft skin of your back. “M-More, wan’ ya~” He groans out shakily to you, his hips now growing all fidgety against yours with a whine.

You chuckled into his lips, his rosy eyes staring into yours all needily while he begins grinding his hips up into yours. His hardened cock grinds up against your lower abdomen and you moan out at his warmth before wrapping your arms tight around his larger frame and squeezing him.

You hum out at his body heat while he smirks and stared at you with his half-lidded rose quartz eyes, his tongue sliding along his slightly-chapped lips before he pressed his lips against yours softly once again. He chuckles and peppers extra kisses against your face before pulling you onto his hips, his tongue sticking out while he smiled at you so widely.

His hands played at the fat of your ass and you hum out before looking down at him. “Wan’ ya t’ride m’dick~ Think ya can do it f’me?~” He asked, staring up at you while his fingers teased at your skin. You smile all sweetly and turn your body around for Luffy, giving him a clear and pretty view of your bottom while he smiled with satisfaction.

You ran your slit along his cock repeatedly while he hissed out shakily, his hand gripping your hips while he watched you slowly hump against his length. You lift your hips and look down at his shaft, his cock sticking up and twitching eagerly while a bead of precum prodded past his tip. Luffy held on to your hips and slowly pressed them down against his cock, his tip kissing your entrance while you hummed out eagerly.

“Ready f’me?~” He asked you, quirking a swirled white and thick brow to you a while he stared into your eyes. You mewled out softly and nodded to him but he slaps your ass in response, forcing a squeak out of you in surprise. “I wancha t’tell me that ya ready baby~ Can ya tell me that ya ready?~” He hums out, smirking mischievously at you while you pouted. “I-I’m ready Luffy~” You moaned shakily, making him smile in response.

“Good gal~” He held your hips and slowly lowered you down onto his cock, the stretch providing more wonderful pleasure than pain. He groans out and his brows furrowed as he enjoyed your walls squeezing and sucking him deep inside. He quickly pushes the rest of his cock deep inside of you, his length kissing your cervix and making you whine out all loud and breathily.

“Fuck, s’tight ain’cha?~ M’gonna fuck ya pussy s’good baby~” He hums out, his hands now lifting your hips and bringing back down repeatedly, fucking your pussy steadily yet at the same time somewhat roughly. You moan out as your eyes shut softly, your sweet and loving noises making Luffy smirk while he thrusted up into your pussy with force yet love. Your hips unconsciously began to move against his cock as your body yearned for more, that thick and lengthy cock of his kissing every spot so wonderfully with every thrust he gave.

Luffy sat up just a bit and wrapped his arms around your midsection before he’d began thrusting into your pussy. Soft yet heavy moans left his lips as he thrusted his hips hard yet fast into your pussy, his tongue sliding along the skin of your neck while he melted in the pleasure. “Fuck, ya feel s’good~ Wanna feel ya even m-more baby~” He whines out, reaching his face towards yours while you whine out all sweetly for him. He pressed his face hard up against yours, squishing his cheek while he gripped your face to turn towards him.

“Mmgh~ L-Luffy~ You can feel as much of me for long as you want to~” You hum out to him, pressing a sticky smooch to his lips while he moaned out and kisses you even more. His hips slowly came to a stop as he made out with you, indulging in the taste of your lips and tongue while his cock was still stuffed deep inside of you. You feel him move his hands from your hips to your breasts, massaging and playing with them while you enjoyed his lovable touches.

He pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva spilling past them before he gives you one last kiss and smiles to you. He hugs you all tight and nuzzles his face into your neck, lapping at your skin and humming out sweetly while he breathed heavily against your skin. You mewl out as his contact, humming out while his cock had twitched deep inside of you.

“Love ya s’much…” He sighed out softly to you, his words making you smile and pull him closer to you. “I love you too baby…” You sigh to him, watching as his lips curled up into his loving and lovable smile. His hands runs back down to your hips and he groans out as he continues thrusting into your pussy.

“‘Ere, get down f’me. Wanna fuck ya from behind~” He breathes out heavily, his hands softly laying you down as you got down on all fours. You mewl out shakily and arch your back for him as he pulled your hips back into his, his thrusts deep and smooching your sweet spot while you mewl out shakily.

A heavy groans left his lips as he began to go rather fast, his cock continuously stretching your walls out with each thrust he gave to you. “Cmon baby~ Squeeze me tighter! Tighten ya pussy up!” He says, his hand slapping your ass and making you yelp out shakily and tighten around him automatically. You held on tight to your sheets and rested your head against into your arms, a song of moans just spilling out of your lips like a waterfall as Luffy’s girth massaged and stimulated your walls.

“Luffy~ I-I’m close~” You say all breathily, your eyes looking back at him while he chuckles at your adoring expression. “Alreadyy?~ Ya such a sensitive gal, ain’cha dumplin’?” He teased, his hand gripping your face while he bent over your body and stuffs his cock deeper inside of your needy cunt. You feel his chest press up against your arched back while he grinds his cock deep inside do you.

You shudder against him and turned your head to him while he pressed his lips against yours, kissing you deep while his cock repeatedly went in and out of your pussy with ease. You could feel your pussy growing sticky with slick as it drooled around Luffy’s cock, aching and yet seemingly begging for so much more of him. You could feel your walls beginning to pulsating while they fluttered around his thick length, indicating how close you were to creaming around him.

You gasp out into his lips while his nails scratched at your hips, gripping them tight and making sure he kept going at a steady yet fastened pace and to keep you balanced. “Hah~ I feel ya twitchin’, close ta cummin’ ain’cha?” He asked, his eyes staring into yours as if he was getting high off of your expressions and pleasure. You nodded to him and sigh out heavily, shutting your eyes softly while your nails dug into your sheets.

You couldn’t help but to throw your head back and bite your bottom lip, your body feeling as if it was on cloud nine as it began suffocating in it’s arousal and ecstasy. You could feel your body growing weak and tensing up as it braced for your orgasm, your breathing growing deep and heavy as you cursed to yourself in pleasure.

“Fuck!- Fuck!~ L-Luffy, I-I’m creaming!~” You gripped the sheets and gasped out angelically, your eyes shutting tightly as you finally release and gush out onto your sheets. You squirted a bit more before gasping for air, your body already growing weak and out of breath from how hard Luffy went on you. Luffy moans out as he watched you unfold beneath him, your body slowly sliding and lying down onto the bed while his grip on your hips loosens up.

Your mouth opens and lets out the sweetest moans of ecstasy as you lied there and and grew delicate and sensitive around Luffy’s cock. You were unresponsive and that gave Luffy time to indulge himself in another slice of his birthday cake while his cock was still buried deep within that snug pussy of yours. He slowly ran a hand up your back and you melted at his touch, your voice all shaky as you enjoyed the feeling of his hot yet rough hand sliding up along your soft skin of your back.

He rubs his fingers behind your ear to soothe you and you mewl out and shudder from his contact, making him smile as he enjoyed the sight of you folding at his touch. He finished up his slice of cake rather fast and he ate there remaining frosting off of his lips before he look back to you.

He reaches his and out and grips the straps of your lingerie before yanking you up from the bed, making you squeak out in surprise and turning to look at him shortly after. He giggled and wiped crumbs off of his cheek, his eyes staring into yours which happened to be half-lidded and somewhat sleepy looking.

“Cmon baby, I ain’ done w’ya yet~ It ain’ fun if we only go one roun’~” He snickered, his hand rubbing at your lower tummy while he’d lay his chin against your shoulder. You whine out shakily and felt his fingers rubbing at your slit, feeling your slick and cum spilling out onto his fingers and making them sticky.

He falls onto his back and rests up against the pillows before pulling you down into his body, his hands spreading your thighs open and teasing at your clit while you gasp out from the sensitivity.

Your hand grabs at his forearm and you bent your leg up a bit as you watched him rub and tease at your slit, his lips pressing up against the soft skin of your neck while you whimper out sweetly to him. “Gonna let me fuck ya ‘gain?~ Pleaseee?~” He hums out, his lips pressing smooches against your cheek and lips while you enjoyed the feeling of his sticky fingers playing at your pussy.

“Yes Luffy, may you please?…I want to feel more of you~” You pleaded, pouting to him while he hissed out from your adorable facial expression. “Fuck, keep lookin’ at me like that~ M’fuckin’ pretty baby~” He hisses out shakily, his cock still hard and prodding from your adorable body and sweetened gestures. His arms wraps underneath your knees and he pulls your legs up high to the point where your ankles were near past your head.

You gasp out as you felt his hot and sticky tip rubbing against your slit, his hips grinding and running his cock along your cunt while he bites his bottom lip and groaned out. He doesn’t waste another second sliding his cock back inside of you, the angle already deep and hard inside of your pussy and kissing at your cervix. Your toes curled as you watched him slide in and out of your pussy, his groans and breaths heavy as he thrust up into your pussy.

Feeling your walls suck him in makes him huff heavily with delight while he sighs out in adoration. His hands began to roam along your body again, feeling along your soft skin while he felt heaven enveloping his shaft. He could feel your pussy melting from his thrusts, the continuous cervix kisses making you whine out while you hum out.

Luffy reaches over for the strawberries again and he grabs one and begins teasing your clit with it, making you yelp out in slight surprise. “L-Luffy!~ D-Don’t put t-that down there!~” You whined all embarrassingly, not really used to any type of fruit being down there. As if the whipped cream wasn’t already bad enough for you both, Luffy wanted to take it a step further and just play with your body with the food.

He couldn’t help but to smirk at the thought of stuffing a strawberry inside of your pussy

He circles the strawberry around your clitoris, the texture of the strawberry oddly providing pleasure for you and making your toes twitch out at the weird sensation. He continues thrusting up into your fluttering pussy, his hand throwing the strawberry into his mouth while he moaned out at the taste of your slick coating the strawberry and giving it an extra flavor alongside the sweetened tart.

He slammed his hips up into yours while he bites at your ear, growling out while his cock began twitching inside of you. You gasp and threw your head back, his thrusts causing you to see stars while he knocked the wind out of your lungs. Luffy’s holds your body lovingly as he felt himself growing closer, his groans growing louder and more airy his thrusts grew unrhythmic and rather sloppy.

“Fuck- Ya jus’ too cute f’me dumplin’~ L-Love ya so so much~” He moans out into your ear, his body flipping you over onto your side and curling up against yours affectionately. Sweet mewls left your lips as he spooned you and kept his body pressed up tight against yours. “I love you m-more Luffy~ I love you so much moree~” You professed to him with love singed into your words, shutting your eyes softly as your face twisted so easily from his cock frequently yet sloppily kissing your sweetest spots.

“Hah~ M’so close~ Can I cum inside baby?~” Luffy huffs out heavily to you, the tone in his question rather submissive and begging as he stared down into your eyes. “O-Of course you can! P-Please do Luffy!~” You pleaded, wincing while you began to curl up uncontrollably within his warm and tight embrace.

He sighs out and smooches at your neck and up along your face, suckling at your skin while an exhausted groan left him. “S-Shit- M’gonna baby~ M’gonna~” He holds your hips in place and thrust at a desperately fast pace, chasing after your high and his for the both of you. “C-Cum Luffy~ Please cum deep inside of me Luffy~” You threw your head back and held on tight to his arms, his hand waffling onto yours while he kept his lips against your skin.

“Ah~ M-Mmmmh~ M’cummin’ babyy~” He chokes out a groan and threw his head back as his body shudders harshly against yours, his teeth clenching tight out of pleasure as he finally releases deep inside of your pussy. You sigh out all angelically and gripped onto his forearm tightly, your pussy releasing and gushing out onto the sheets again and around Luffy’s length once again. Relief immediately fell onto the both of you as you sigh out in unison, your body softly relaxing onto your bed and unconsciously growing all drowsy.

Luffy presses his lips against yours, the kiss lasting a few seconds before he pulled away and rested his body against yours. His hair ceased floating as slowly shifted back into his original fluffy curls, his body lying down onto the bed before he pulled you into his embrace and held on to you tight. His hand rubbed at your hips, soothing you while you stared into his dreamy jet black eyes.

“Ya th’best thing I could ever ask for…” He says to you, smiling at your face all innocently as he fell in love with your satisfied expression. You giggle at his words and give him another kiss,

“You’ll always be the best to me Luffy~” You smiles, wrapping your arms tight around his neck and hugging him so lovingly. He blushes deeply at your words and peppers a light smooch to your softer lips again before smirking and running his fingers through your strands. “Ya think we can finish up th’cake?~ Don’ wan’ it goin’ t’waste…” He asked, looking down into your eyes blankly as he asked you to help finish up his cake.

“It’s your birthday Luffy~ We can do whatever else you’d want~” You responded, slowly sitting up with a slight groan leaving you. His arms pulls you back down and kept your close while his hand stretches out for the cake box. He hands the box to you and you smiled before taking a slice out for him. “Here Luffy~” You hummed, waving the slice in his face while you mewls out at the sweet scent.

He takes a small bite and sighs out as the bite melts in his mouth, the flavors of the frosting and cake mixing together and making him groan out happily. “It’s good but…it tastes better eatin’ it offa ya body…” He pouts, looking down into your eyes as he finished eating the bite that he took. You smirked and smooched at his lips before he went back over for another bite.

“Lemme- Lemme eat it offa ya ‘gain baby…Pleaseeee?” He begged, his body rolling over yours while his eyes stared deep into yours blankly. You pinch at his cheek and stretched his skin before it snapped back, your hand stuffing the rest of his cake slice into his mouth.

“Hehe, if you want to Luffy~”

#Luffy’s Birthday!#puddingcupfics #dividers -> benkeibear #divider -> anitalenia #one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #op smut #op fluff #one piece x female reader #one piece luffy #op luffy #luffy smut #luffy fluff #monkey d luffy #luffy x female reader

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somber-sapphic · 10 months ago

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HEY could you please do a jj and emily x reader sickfic 🫶

Cabin Fever

〖Summary: You're sick and are stuck on a jet.〗

〖Word Count: 1.4k〗

〖Pairing: Jemily x Sick Reader〗

〖Notes: Criminal Minds is my current obsession so I am perfectly happy to write this. In the future though if people throw in a prompt or two I can probably create a fic that's more suited to what you want :)〗

☾Masterlists☽

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You had started to get sick two days into the case and were incredibly glad that this Unsub had been so easy to catch. With enough cold medicine and tea, you’d been able to stave off the worst of your illness for just long enough to put a killer behind bars.

Your girlfriends had noticed. The whole team had noticed. Even Garcia had been able to hear your congestion over the phone. You hadn’t really been trying to hide it. You were one of those people who got mushy when you got sick, you wanted to be held and taken care of.

Had you been home you would have jumped at the opportunity to be coddled but you were working and with work came a more professional relationship with your girlfriends, even if you were sharing a room. But with work came responsibility and all that.

Now at least you got to go home. You didn't have to look at the faces of dead people or interrogate psychopaths, you could just relax. The box of tissues in front of you was quickly running out with a small pile forming in a plastic bag beside you. Next to the box was a bottle of hand sanitizer, mostly there for Spencer’s peace of mind. The book you were reading had been set aside in favor of an audiobook and headphones, it was just too difficult to focus on the blurry words.

You’d been given occasional worried looks from the team and Hotch had set a mug of tea down in front of you about an hour ago, but you hadn’t touched it. As nice as the warm liquid would probably feel on your throat you just couldn’t do it. The idea of putting anything into your body made you nervous. It was normal for you when you were sick. Plus, you hated tea.

JJ, noticing that you were getting worse, stood from her spot on the couch beside Emily and walked over to you with a soft warm smile on her face. That was a common expression when she was worried but trying to act like she wasn’t.

“Hey sweetheart, how are you feeling?” she asked, slipping into the seat beside you. You glanced over with glassy eyes and offered a tiny smile, desperately wanting to be anywhere but in the air. The pressure on the plane was wreaking hell on your sinuses, your head and face throbbed, and each jolt of turbulence was like a knife in your skin.

“Don’t feel great.” You admitted, your voice croaky and quiet. The blonde’s face twisted into a look of sympathy, and she reached out to take one of your shaky hands.

“Why don't you go sit with Em? She’s just reading a book; I don’t think she’ll mind some company.” She offered, glancing around at the mess around you. Her crystal blue eyes lingered on the ice-cold mug for an extra second longer than the rest. You could see the gears in her head turning but you weren’t sure where they were going. She knew from experience that you would not be consuming any hot leaf juice.

Emily looked up at the sound of her name, seeming as though she had no awareness of the situation prior. She was deep into a book that seemed to be in Russian which had probably captured her full attention. It wasn’t her best language, so she was taking every opportunity to get better. Mostly to beat Reid. The two apparently had a silent academic challenge thing going.

“Uhhh…” She hesitated, never having been one who really knew how to take care of sick people. The woman had very little experience with being taken care of, so she wasn’t always the best at it. It didn’t matter to you, you wanted her to hold you of course but you really didn’t need anything else.

JJ shot her a look that said, ‘do it or I’ll end you’ and Emily quickly scrambled into a sitting position so that you could take over most of the couch. She opened her arm and beckoned you over, hugging you tight when you crawled into her lap.

You sniffled thickly and a pained moan escaped your lips. Every part of your body ached and lying down seemed only to make it worse. Emily frowned down at you, not entirely sure what to do. JJ had wandered over to the back of the plane, going through the fridge to find something.

The others were all doing their own thing, collectively ignoring you. That was perfect because you really didn’t want attention from them. Especially not the facts. Never before had you been so glad that Reid was asleep.

“What can I do?” Your girlfriend muttered, lowering her voice for your benefit. You shrugged and shuddered, curling up more tightly against her. It didn’t soothe the pain in your muscles, but it temporarily stopped the shivering which made the pain worse.

Emily grabbed the blanket at your feet and pulled it up around you, doing the best that she could not to jostle you too much. She looked back over to JJ who had procured what she wanted and was (thankfully) returning to help.

“Sit up for a second love.” The media liaison coaxed, pulling you up gently with the help of Emily. She produced two small pills and your favorite color Gatorade, suppressing a smile at the amusement on your face. You were surprised that they had it, the only thing that you would drink when you were sick.

With little hesitation you took the pills, wondering why you hadn’t done so earlier. The fever that was currently doing the most damage probably had something to do with it, for some reason, you’d completely forgotten that things like Tylenol existed and had settled for cough medicine instead.

“Now, lay back down for a bit. We land in a few hours, try to get some sleep. I’m going to go work on wrapping some case notes up with Hotch, just take a nap on Em, okay?” She bent forward and kissed your hot dry forehead, mentally noting your temperature. Emily looked mildly alarmed but nodded when you turned to her, signaling that it was okay.

“Do you uh, want me to read? In English of course. It’ll be good to practice some translation.” she asked, patting the book that she had put to the side. You coughed quietly and rested your head in her lap, snuggling close. The worry melted off of her face and she rested one of her hands on the side of your head and began to stroke your cheek.

“If you want. M’just gonna lay here.” You mumbled, grabbing one of her legs to hug. Some part of you worried that she would leave and didn’t quite connect the facts that one she would never do that and two there was literally nowhere she could go.

“Alright. You rest, let me know if you need anything.” You closed your eyes as she picked her book back up and began to read silently, missing the smile from JJ. She’d been watching the exchange from afar, waiting to jump in just in case Emily fumbled it.

It wasn’t that she didn’t have faith in the profiler, it was just that she could be so incredibly awkward sometimes and JJ knew that what you really needed right now was someone to hold you. She itched to jump in and lie on your other side but the quicker she got her work done the better it would be when you finally got home.

“Everything okay?” Hotch asked, following JJ’s gaze. The blonde shook herself slightly and looked back down at the papers, sighing softly.

“Yeah. They’ll be okay. It’s probably the flu, I’m not sure if they got a shot this year. It’s been busy.” She breathed, dragging a hand across her face. The boss nodded sharply and returned to the work in front of him, not requiring any further explanation. That was good enough for JJ.

She went back to her work in silence, glancing up every so often to make sure that you and Emily were okay. While you felt like crap and the pressure in your body wasn’t allowing any level of comfort you knew that eventually you would. But for a while, you’d happily let yourself be cared for by these two wonderful women.

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ladykailitha · 1 year ago

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Spooky season is here and I was just thinking about that tiktok (maybe) of the couple at the haunted house where the guy pushes the girl onto the feet of the ax wielding haunt and then the girl and haunt have a conversation that ends with the girl chasing the asshole with the ax and the haunt happily following her.

But make that Steddie. Steve as the girl. Set between seasons 3 and 4, but in a world where Steve going on a date with a man is surprise not a thing of revulsion (as in people would surprised that he was dating a guy having been a ladies man in high school, but no one would give him shit about it). Because it's my sand box, damn it. I make the rules here!

Steve wasn't sure what possessed him to go on this date with Jeremy. He didn't like haunted houses. He had seen too many real horrors in his life be frightened of fake ones. But Robin said he could pretend to be scared and cling to the guy's arm, maybe even get a kiss out of it.

What he wasn't expecting was for it to actually terrify him. He was clutching Jeremy's arm the whole way through, chanting in his head "don't hurt them, it's not real." Over and over again whenever the urge to push the actors away or in one extreme case when they were in the haunted hospital break the doctor's nose.

The actor looked too much like Dr Brennan, and while the patient on the gurney wasn't a girl or even had shaved hair, but Steve's protective instinct went into overdrive. It took every ounce of self-will Steve had to keep clutching Jeremy's arm.

They finally hit a room that didn't look so bad. It had a wood floor and four garish statues, one in each corner. Their fog machine was working in high gear but seemed to collect around one figure in particular.

It held an ax over its head, its mouth open in a silent scream. The robes that gathered around its sandled feet were perfectly rendered in stone. The sleeves of the robe revealed a couple of bat tattoos on the right forearm.

Steve was entranced, he let go of Jeremy's arm for the first time since they started and took a step toward it.

It was then the actor jumped off his pedestal and swung his ax down.

Jeremy did the inexplicable. Maybe even outright despicable thing. He pushed Steve forward into the waiting arms of ax murder. Steve stumbled landing on the actor's feet.

"Whoa!" the actor asked. "Are you okay?" He put the ax down and helped Steve get to his feet.

"Did he really just shove me at you to save his own ass?" Steve asked in shock.

The actor cocked his head to the side. "That's what it looked like to me. I hope that was a friend and not a date..."

Steve winced. "Sadly, the latter."

"Fuck, dude," the actor said. He spotted the ax. "You want to get revenge?" He picked up the ax and handed it to Steve.

Steve laughed. "Hell yeah!"

He ran after Jeremy, very plastic ax in hand, the actor cheering him on.

The next room was holding Jeremy so that he wouldn't be split from Steve and gotten lost. It was full of evil clowns. Something that apparently Jeremy was terrified of, judging by the screaming he had been doing.

The actors spotted Steve coming at their prey with an ax and Eddie cheering him from behind, they immediately clocked what had probably gone down. They let Jeremy pass them and two of the clowns broke off to chase him out of the haunted house, gaining cast members with each passing room (still enough remaining to scare other patrons but obviously gaining a crowd to hound this guy.)

He exited the haunted house screaming obscenities at Steve and the actors. The crowd laughing and pointing. He got into his car and drove off.

The smile slid off Steve's face. "Fuck. There goes my ride home."

The ax murder laughed as all the other actors went back inside. He pulled off his hood to reveal a mess of dark brown curls and grey face paint around his eyes on his lips. "I've gotcha, big boy."

"Eddie Munson, right?" Steve asked when he finally placed the face.

"Aww," Eddie cackled. "You do remember me."

Steve scoffed. "Kinda hard to forget."

Eddie's grin grew big. "Duly noted." He scratched the back of his head. "I am sorry about the shitty date though."

Steve shrugged. "It turned out more fun then I thought it would."

Eddie cocked his head again. "True. It's not every day you get chase away a bad date with plastic ax."

Steve handed it back to him. "Shouldn't you be getting back? Won't the other patrons find it odd when the room is empty of scares?"

Eddie smiled slyly. "Who says I left my post unattended?"

Steve's eyes went wide. "How many more of the statues are actors?"

Eddie leaned forward into his space. "I'll never tell," he said sing-song.

Steve laughed.

"Just let me inform my boss I'm taking you home and clean up this makeup, I'll get you home, Stevie," Eddie said.

"You don't have to do that," Steve mumbled. "I'm sure I could call someone."

Eddie shook his head. "Nah, I've got you."

"Thanks."

Ten minutes later Eddie was back on the pavement standing next to Steve. He was back in his usual shredded black jeans and leather jacket. But he wore a denim vest over top of it.

"I like the vest," Steve murmured. "I like pins and things."

"Patches," Eddie said.

Steve hummed his confusion.

"The other things are patches," Eddie explained.

Steve smiled. "That's cool."

Eddie pulled up to Steve's house without asking for directions.

"Should I ask how you knew that?" Steve asked as he got out of the van.

Eddie just waggled his eyebrows as he got out of the van too.

"You gonna walk me to the door, Eds?" Steve asked with a smirk.

"These woods behind your house are pretty fucking scary, dude," Eddie said with a huff of laughter.

Steve just shook his head and bit his tongue to avoid saying exactly how much.

They got to his door and Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve's lips.

It was sweet and warm. "What was that for?" Steve asked, breathlessly.

"Isn't that what you do at the end of a date?" Eddie asked with a teasing grin. "Walk them to door and give them a kiss good night?"

Steve laughed. "Yeah. Yeah it is. Good night, Eds."

"Good night, Stevie."

Eddie walked to his van. "If you want to go on a date that doesn't end you chasing your date with an ax, you know where to find me."

Steve grinned. "I might just take you up on that. Provided it's not another haunted house."

"Don't worry, baby," Eddie said with grin. "I'm loyal. Just a one haunted house kind of guy."

Steve shook his head and unlocked the door. Before he close it behind him he could hear Eddie celebrating, cheering and hollering.

Robin was never going to believe him when he told her how his date went.

But that's okay. She was right. It was fun.

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dramaticals · 1 year ago

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you're too good for him - chapter two.

pairing: theodore nott x reader

summary: you're theo's best friend and he's secretly pining over you... but you have a boyfriend. modern au.

author's note: truly was not going to make a part two, but i feel like there's angst to be had and i love a good slow burn, so perhaps you can expect a part three if there's interest.

✧ read: part one ✧

Of course you noticed his absence.

After the night you came knocking on Theo's door and you'd spent the night nuzzled in the warmth and familiarity of his strong embrace, it felt like the rusted gears of your friendship were finally oiled up and turning again. You spent most of your time with Theo, opting to spend your free time with him instead of your boyfriend, who had yet to apologize for his actions. Cormac claimed he was just trying to pass his class and it meant nothing, but there were far better options available than resorting to flirting with the TA.

Cormac's mistake was Theo's gain.

The next couple of days felt like you were transported back into a time when life was simple. When all you had to worry about was whether Theo would trade you his homemade sandwich for your lunchable and whether it was your turn to pick the movie that night or his.

Cormac came to his senses on the sixth day.

You were studying in the library with Theo, shoulders brushing together as he quizzed you on natural nutrients for your upcoming final. Theo was determined to help you pass, even going so far as to bringing your favourite sweets as a reward for answering correctly. Of course, there was the added challenge of having to catch said reward with your mouth as Theo tossed it into the air. Whenever you managed to catch it, Theo would flash you a cheeky grin, and it made you all the more proud for answering correctly. You always loved the way he smiled. He didn't do it often anymore.

Just as Theo lined up for another toss, shutting one eye for maximum aiming (which elicited a giggle out of you), Cormac tapped you on the shoulder.

You turned to face your boyfriend, your eyes immediately drawn to the bouquet of red roses, haphazardly packaged in a thin plastic film, in his hands.

"Y/N, will you go to the end-of-year gala with me?" Cormac asked. He bent down onto one knee, shoving forward the bouquet of flowers for you to take. "I'm sorry about what I did. Truly. And I'll make it up to you if you go to the gala with me. I swear it."

Cormac looked at you with as much sincerity as he could muster. For a moment, you just looked between him and the flowers, your mouth stupidly agape.

Theo watched in stunned silence. The cheeky grin that had found its way back to his face had twisted into a frown. Like Cormac, Theo was waiting for your answer. He hung onto every second of silence like it was the only lifeline of hope—hope that you would finally see through lover boy's cheesy and insincere gimmicks and finally say no.

"Yes," You say, and you pull Cormac into a side embrace so as not to squish the bouquet. He'd never gifted you flowers before, and plans to preserve them went rampant in your mind.

The excitement of Cormac and flowers distracted you, and you didn't notice Theo pack up his things and take off, leaving the opened box of your favourite sweets in his place.

The gears of your friendship rusted over again. If not for the small smiles of acknowledgement he gave you in passing, you rarely saw him. He'd mumble excuse after excuse as to why he couldn't stick around for long. He even stopped opening his door for you, claiming he had fallen asleep early or that he was just too engrossed in his studies to have heard you at the door.

The sudden loss of Theo's presence, especially after days spent by his side again, felt like someone had withdrawn an oxygen source. You were alive, but just barely.

You didn't think anything of it though. You knew Theo liked his solitude, and he always came back to you when he was ready. You weren't worried.

As days passed, Theo kept up the busy facade. It wasn't until you caught him turning on his heels as soon as he spotted you across the servery that you realized that this time was different. He was avoiding you.

For the rest of the day, you racked your brain for clues and signs to explain your best friend's behaviour. As you lay pensively in bed, you cursed yourself for not noticing it all sooner. The eye rolls, snarky remarks, and frowns whenever Cormac was brought up or was in close proximity played through your mind. Of course.

You knew exactly how to fix this.

Theo's dorm wasn't far from yours. Just two levels up using the elevator, and you were outside his dorm room, knocking with new-found determination. You weren't leaving until he opened up.

"Theo, I know you're in there."

From the slit on the bottom of his door, you see a shadow stop in its tracks.

"I promise I won't take long."

The door opens, but only enough to fit Theo's tall frame. It wasn't enough for you to slip through as usual. It wasn't an invitation inside.

"I'm busy," Theo starts.

"No, you're not. I can smell the burnt popcorn from down the hall." You cut him off, knowing he was probably watching a movie.

Theo had a strange habit of burning popcorn. He'd claim it brought out a sophisticated flavour that you just don't understand, but you knew it was really because he relied on the popcorn button too much—a button that was lacking on all the microwaves at your university.

Theo sighs, opens the door, and retreats back into his dorm. While it hadn't been long since you were last here, it felt like you were stepping onto sacred grounds. Your eyes glance around his room, catching sight of his disheveled bed, messy side table, and the paused movie. Stacks of books and loose papers littered his floor. Some crumpled, others tossed aimlessly near the trash can.

"I know why you've been avoiding me." You announce, turning to face Theo. You cross your arms over your chest, standing firm in your statement. Theo avoids your gaze.

"Who says I've been avoiding you?"

"I'm not an idiot, Theo. I have eyes, you know."

This makes him tense. You expected a playful quip about your need for occasional reading glasses (proving how faulty your eyes could be), but it didn't come. Instead, his jaw tightens, and he visibly looks uncomfortable—no, panicked. Like he just got caught for doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing.

"So, I took it upon myself to fix this." You continue, stepping closer to the boy. His eyes finally lock onto yours, and you can see the flicker of curiosity and hesitance flash across his soft, arctic green eyes.

"I found you a date for the end-of-year gala."

"You what?" Theo's tone is sharp. The softness in his gaze vanishes in an instant, replaced with a darker, unreadable expression. Anger, hurt, betrayal. You don't notice it.

"I found you a date," you say again. "I know how hard you've been studying and I'm sure you haven't had a chance for a real break yet—binge watching movies doesn't count, by the way. And with me and Cormac going to the gala when we—" You gesture between yourself and Theo "—usually go together, I figured I'd take it upon myself to find you a lucky lady so we can all go together. Like a double date. And I promise, she's gorgeous. I think she's actually in one of your classes, too. Her name's Daphne."

Theo looks at you with such stoicism that you wonder if he even processed the great news you just delivered. His lips twitch into a frown.

"So, what do you think? Will you come?"

"I'm not particularly in the mood for a fucking gala, Y/N." Theo scoffs. His eyes roll before meeting your gaze. His scorching glare burned into you like a woman scorned. "And I don't appreciate you going rogue and asking a girl out on my behalf. I'm capable of doing so myself if I wanted to." If he wanted to. And he didn't. At least, not Daphne.

"Okay, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked her for you, but I just really wanted you to come," you try to explain. "She seems like such a sweet girl, and you're such an amazing guy... I just figured I would nudge you two in the right direction, you know? And we'd all have so much fun together. It could be like old times. Cormac's going to rent a limo and everything."

Theo has to hold back another eye roll. Old times meant you and Theo. Not you, Theo, Cormac, and Daphne. Spending a whole night bearing witness to your and Cormac's love fest, surrounded by peers he didn't care for, sounded like his own personal hell.

"Please, Theo," you plea, hopeful eyes searching his rigid ones. "I really missed you. It'd mean a lot to me if you came."

Theo's icy exterior cracks at your words. How pathetic he felt, letting the fact that you missed him, dictate what he said next. His feeble, lovesick little heart practically jumped at your words.

"Fine," Theo grumbles with a sigh. He'd endure the sight of you and Cormac all night, even if it made him sick, all because you said you missed him. "I'll go."

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amirasainz · 6 months ago

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hi!! i love this series sm and can u please write baby!sainz crushing on lando and carlos noticed it ++ lando and baby!sainz cute moments. thank you! have a good day 🫶🏻

Hey loves. I'm always so happy when I receive new requests. My requests are open and feedback is always welcome. Enjoy reading! -XoXo

Three times when...

The cooking fiasco

It was common knowledge in the Sainz household that Amira Sainz did not like cooking. In fact, it was a task she despised. When the Sainz children were younger, the chores were so divided that Amira never had to cook. She would go shopping for the ingredients or clean up the kitchen afterward. But she never lifted one pretty, manicured finger to prepare a meal.

So one could understand the shock when Carlos came down to the kitchen this morning and saw his baby sister cooking. And not just something easy like instant noodles—Senorita Sainz had prepared Croquetas de Jamón, a dish that required time and patience. Two things his little sister usually did not have.

However, Carlos had to admit they smelled amazing. When he tried to take a piece, his sister slapped his hand away. “Amira, what—” “Carlitos, they are not for hermano. It took me hours to prepare them, and I will not let you eat them all just because you’re hungry,” she informed her brother with a playful smile. “Come on, hermanita. Just one tiny piece. They look delicious.” She shook her head again, packed the Croquetas away, and told her brother they needed to leave.

The Sainz siblings, armed with their bags and a little plastic box filled with those delectable Croquetas de Jamón, entered the paddock. But it was Amira’s bold move that stole the show—skipping over to Lando and presenting him with her carefully prepared culinary masterpiece. Carlos, caught off guard, stood in the middle of the entrance, his jaw practically hitting the floor.

And then came Lando’s reaction: “Darling, this is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Amira blushed, and Carlos was left utterly dumbfounded.

Little did he know that his bewildered expression would soon become an internet sensation—a meme capturing the moment when Carlos’s brain seemingly took a vacation for a solid 40 minutes.

2. The hat

Oh, how he hated this hat. This stupid childish hat, that Lando wore for his first home GP. Carlos’s disdain for that neon green/yellow-ish hat was legendary, and it seemed to be etched into his very soul. But when he saw his sister, Amira, wearing the same hat, panic set in. His protective instincts kicked into high gear, and he bombarded her with questions: “Amira, what happened? Were you forced to wear this? Did Lando force you? Do you owe him money? Mi preciada hermana, you know I’ll lend you all the money I have. I will—”

And then, Amira’s interruption: “Don’t you think I look pretty?” Carlos was left speechless. Of course, she looked beautiful, but why this… thing on her head? Amira explained that it was Lando’s hat—the very same one he wore during his first home Grand Prix. She wanted to show her support for him, even though her loyalty to Carlos was unwavering.

Carlos grappled with conflicting emotions. On one hand, his sister’s gesture was sweet, even if the hat was an eyesore. On the other hand, why did it have to be that hat? His sister looked always lovely, but this neon monstrosity…

Before he could articulate his thoughts, Lando himself appeared. “Looking good, Mira,” he praised, and Amira blushed. Then, Lando turned to Carlos. “Hey, you good, man?”

And there it was—the unspoken tension between past teammates, siblings, and that ridiculous hat. Carlos managed a half-hearted nod. “Yeah, just… processing,” he mumbled. But deep down, he wondered if this whole situation would become another meme—one where Carlos stared into space, contemplating the mysteries of life, love, and questionable headwear.

3.The cut

It was racing weekend after a two week break. Carlos couldn’t help but tease Lando about that minuscule cut—the one that had everyone talking after his wild party weekend in the Netherlands.

“Cabrón, how did you even manage to cut yourself open? I mean, you were on a boat. A boat, Lando.” The banter flowed between them like old times, and Carlos secretly acknowledged that while Charles felt like a little brother, Lando was his true confidant. Amidst the tough competition at Ferrari, Lando was the one who knew all his inner struggles and insecurities—the person he could share everything with. Lando, who knew that Carlos didn't have any offers from other teams. Lando, who knew that the offer from Audi was taken back. He just couldn't tell Charles those things. Not because he couldn't trust him as well. But he always felt the need to protect the young Monegasque and didn't want to make him feel worse about his leave.

But then, the unexpected happened. Carlos’s attention shifted from Lando’s escapades to a quick blur of pink. The exact shade his sister had worn just days ago. And there they were: Amira and Lando, arms around each other. Concern etched on her face, she asked Lando if he was feeling alright, if she could do anything for him. His response—teasing yet sincere—sent a shiver down Carlos’s spine. Those stars in Lando’s eyes, the whispered words in Spanish from her: “Oh Lando, estoy tan feliz de que estés bien”, Lando rubbing her back for comfort.

Those two friends, caught in a moment that felt both intimate and confusing. Carlos’s mind raced. Did his sister have a crush on Lando? It couldn’t be, right?

Or could it?

#baby!sainz!sister #formula 1 #lando norris x reader #carlos sainz x sister!reader

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holidayinhell · 6 months ago

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Whumpay: Attack!

Panic or heart attack implied. You be the judge.

Characters: actual psychopath/ serial killer Whumper, simp Whumpee CWs: restraints, electrocution, male whump, eyeballs (?), murder, it's pretty dark, you have been warned!!

“Push your ankles against the legs of the chair.” He unrolled a length of duct tape.

Whumpee’s smile dropped. He wrinkled his eyebrows, puzzled, and stared open-eyed at the larger man skeptically. “More?”

“It’s for the thrashing.” He reasoned. “Like I said, you need to be completely still if you’re gonna get high.”

“This is really weird.” Whumpee dismissed. But if this is what it took, fine. He’d go along with it.

Whumper wrapped the tape around his legs and ankles, securing them to the legs of the narrow wooden chair.

Now that his ankles were tethered down in addition to his wrists, Whumpee couldn’t move anything but his head.

“Good, good. You’re a trooper. Getting excited yet?”

“Not really.” Whumpee said flatly. In truth, being tied to a chair had excited him, but certainly not in the way Whumper was inquiring about.

“C’mon. It’ll feel really good once it gets going.” Whumper cracked a smile “Trust me, it’ll be worth it.”

The scholar crossed the room to the couch that was heavy with clutter; books, equipment, and garbage it looked to be. The entire basement had a stinking, foul odor, Whumpee wondered if it was coming from the junk piled high on the sofa.

Whumpee tried rolling his wrists and ankles to loosen the tape securing him to the chair, but they were wrapped snugly in their duct tape cocoons.

“God damn this is uncomfortable. Argghhh! My nose itches and I can’t scratch it.”

Whumper disregarded Whumpee’s objections. The man grabbed a silver and black case resting on the cluttered couch, popped the latches open and removed a camcorder box. He unfurled a roll of canvas containing a tripod.

Apprehension settled over Whumpee as he watched from his chair, his anxiety mounting with every passing second. A rancid smell in the air made him recoil. “Can you smell that? It kinda stinks down here.”

I should really stop complaining, Whumpee thought to himself. He didn’t want to annoy Whumper, much less offend him. He considered himself lucky that Whumper had even chosen him, of all people, to assist with his thesis project.

Thankfully, it seemed Whumper didn’t hear him. He was entirely focused on assembling his recording gear.

Whumpee felt a pit in his stomach. Whether he was being annoying or not, he reminded himself that he had to make his boundaries clear before they did this thing.

“Hey. Hey. Whumper!” he yelled to get Whumper’s attention for the first time. “Remember what I told you, I’m gonna to tap out after twenty minutes. Hard stop then, okay?” Whumpee said emphatically. “Got it?”

“Yeah, sure. Got it.”

Whumper silently loaded a roll of film into the camera, snapping the plastic compartment closed with a click. He pressed the power button and framed Whumpee in the center of the video screen.

“...and now,” Whumper hit the red recording button. “We are officially ready to begin.”

Whumpee’s breathing increased. He had anxiously awaited this moment since he agreed to it days ago. Whumper had been so happy he volunteered to help with his project, he reminded himself that this was a small sacrifice for the greater good, this was the first step towards forging a real friendship. And if he played his cards right, maybe something even more.

He steeled himself and summoned every last ounce of courage from the depths of his being.

“Oh shit, I forgot. Safety first.” Whumper retrieved the object he’d been fingering in his pocket. A short leather strap. “I have to put this in your mouth--”

“What is th--!” Whumpee tried to interject.

“--so you don’t bite your tongue.”

Whumper already grabbed a handful of Whumpee’s hair and tilted his head back before he could protest. The bound man jerked his head back and instinctively pursed his lips closed. Whumper attempted to push the strap past his lips but they were closed tight.

“Wha — STOP! Stop it!” gasped Whumpee, breath ragged and nerves shaken by the sudden assault. “Fuck. What the hell was that??!”

Shit. Too heavy handed. Impatience always got the best of Whumper.

“Heh, sorry, sorry. ‘M sorry.”

“Sorry?! That was fucked!!”

“I’ll be nice this time. Promise. Here. Now bite.”

Whumpee looked at the man incredulously and sighed, but bit down on the gag obediently. He had to stay in Whumper’s good graces, he’d come all this way. Plus he really didn’t want to bite his fucking tongue off.

“Comfy?”

Whumpee firmly shook his head no.

“Well you look like a million bucks. Ya ready?”

Whumpee’s sigh was muffled by the strap of leather trapped between his teeth. He was completely immoble and incredibly uncomfortable, with absolutely no control of his body beyond his mouth and head. To add to his discomfort, a looming putrid odor hung in the stale basement air and the anticipation of being electrocuted made him nauseous.

His cheeks burned and he prayed Whumper didn’t notice him blushing. Whumpee reminded himself: he was going to be fine, Whumper wouldn’t hurt him, and he was lucky to even be there.

“I’ll start with the calf.” Whumper commented, touching the cattle prod to Whumpee’s leg. His breath audibly quickened.

“Easy. Shh. Relax.”

ZAP

It felt like all of the air, light, and sound had been sucked from the room and replaced with searing pain.

“Mmmmmmph!” His leg jerked upwards involuntarily, if he wasn’t tied to the chair he’d have kneed himself in the jaw. A biting soreness ran from his toes to his hip even after Whumper pulled the cattle prod away.

It was intense, the most blinding agony Whumpee had ever experienced. But now that it was over, Whumpee felt strangely... good?

Whumpee spat the strap from his mouth, and the saliva-coated leather fell on Whumper’s shoulder. The slimy gag slid down the taller man’s shirt like a snail leaving a path of slime, and plopped to the ground unceremoniously.

“Oh shit!!” Whumpee cackled as Whumper rose to stand. “My bad, my bad.” He felt delirious, but amid the chaos of his mind there was a course of energy that left him invigorated. He giggled at the trail of saliva that glistened against the larger man’s black sweater.

Whumper glared at the discarded leather gag on the floor. His eyes shot back to the human filth sitting in front of him. He exhaled slowly. A tempest of rage brewed beneath his calm.

“There is some kind of weird pleasure, I guess.” Whumpee offered, “I see what you mean. But it hurts like frikin’ hell.” Whumpee started laughing again and turned to Whumper. “I wonder what pervs actually use this to get off. Maybe we should think of a safe word.” He giggled.

What, like this was supposed to be some fucking sexual exercise?

The very concept made Whumper want to gag.

Playtime was over.

His vision went red. It was time to end this fucker.

Whumper retrieved the roll of tape and wrapped it around Whumpee’s mouth, circling his head once, twice, three times.

The man under him struggled to fight against his motions, bobbing his head and trying to bite at him as he layered his face in duct tape. But the ambush happened quickly, and Whumpee was powerless to stop him.

Whumper felt like all the duct tape in the world couldn’t silence the miserable brat.

The large man rolled the dial on the cattle prod to maximum voltage out of curiosity. Holding the device against Whumpee’s skin, he administered white-hot pain directly into his forearm. The small man heaved in his narrow wooden chair and nearly fell backwards.

Whumpee screamed. He screamed so much that his yells bled into one another. If his mouth were free it would have been the loudest he’d ever shrieked, but under his adhesive gag he could never eke out more than a muffled MMMmph!

Whumper pushed the device deep into the flesh of his arm, stabbing the prongs into him with so much force it nearly drew blood. Whumpee thrashed wildly, the excruciating electric shock traveled up his arm all the way into the deep veins of his neck.

“Mmm. Mmm-mmph!!” Whumpee hummed into the tape that sealed his lips. He awkwardly blinked to get the moisture out of his eyelashes, which were heavy with tears. It was all he could do at this point: blink.This was the only thing he could control in the entire world right now.

“What was that? Use your words, Whumpee.” He grinned wickedly. “You’re crying now? We’ve barely warmed up!”

Whumper took his captive’s chin in his cold hand and tilted it back to get a good look at his face. Tears rolled down Whumpee’s cheeks rapidly and his breathing was rugged and quick. He averted his eyes from the larger man’s intense, hungry stare.

“Time to come clean, Whumpee. I know you’ve been stalking me all years. The way you’ve injected yourself in the background of my life--” A remorseful tear ran down Whumpee’s cheek.

“--what, you didn’t think I noticed? It’s not like you were subtle about it. You’re like a fly and shit, your presence is a constant annoying buzz in my ear. So I thought, what’s the best way to kill an insect?”

“Do you know, Whumpee?”

Whumpee groaned.

“Zap ‘em.”

Whumper retrieved a box cutter from his pocket. “Don’t get too excited.” He warned, pressing the blade from its plastic sheath. The knife found the neckline of Whumpee’s shirt where it traveled down his torso, digging into his flesh in places. Whumpee sliced the shirt into jagged strips and let them fall to the ground, one by one.

Whumper took a moment to admire the pearls of blood that seeped from the shallow gashes he made on Whumpee’s bare torso. He stepped back to ensure everything was in frame of the camera’s viewfinder.

“You only have yourself to blame for this one, Whumpee. I mean who the hell volunteers to get electrocuted?” The scholar grinned wickedly.

He thought they were supposed to be friends, he thought he was helping him with his project…

“I’ve never even been to college. Didn’t even graduate high school, not that I needed to. Did you know that, Whumpee?” Whumper rounded the corner so he was out of Whumpee’s sight, not that he could see much through his watery vision. “I was pretty convincing though, wasn’t I? You didn’t make it easy on me, with you stalking me for so long.” Whumper came back, holding a heavy metal object and thick rubbery wires. “I appreciated the challenge at first.”

He sat the car battery on the floor at Whumpee’s feet.

“But now it’s annoying. So I came up with this solution.” Whumper retrieved a box of cigarettes from his pocket and placed one between his teeth.

“I had to do a little practice with Big Bertha over here.” He said with the unlit cigarette hanging from the corner of his lips. Whumper tapped the car battery with his foot.

“Winston was fucking old as hell-- you remember old man Winston right? The fucker up the street with the dog that bit me that one time?”

Whumper raised his eyebrows at his captive, silently demanding a response. Whumpee didn’t realize. He nodded his head, sniffling.

“One little zap and boom, he was gone. You wouldn’t believe it.” He shook his head. “Must’ve been like two, maybe three minutes? I don’t know. It was disappointing.” Whumper lit his cigarette.

“But his eyes did shoot out of his face, which was pretty funny.”

Whumpee squeezed his eyes shut as tightly as he could. His muffled cries intensified, he shook his head violently. Snot ran down his tape-covered chin and he was screaming bloody murder into the sticky adhesive that silenced him.

Whumper’s fingers grazed his hot wet cheek.

“I kept one of his eyes. And you know what I did with the other?” A sinister grin crept across his face.

“Fed it to his dog.”

Whumpee was reduced to a puddle of wailing mucus.

“All that to say that the old man actually did teach me a little something about electricity. So I went to the library-- like a real goddamn scholar-- and I did a little research on how to control this shit. Check it out: this is an alternator and this one is a voltage regulator.” He presented the two small devices.

“You want to know why I went to all this trouble?” He took a drag and exhaled a plume of smoke.

“Because, Whumpee, I don’t wanna just zap you like a mosquito. I want a real show.”

“And you’re going to give me one hell of a show, too, because this gear was fuckin’ expensive.” He glanced at the bifold doors to the closet. “At least Winston picked up the tab.”

Whumper crouched down to assemble the parts of his machine, leaving Whumpee helplessly taped to the chair, awaiting his impending doom. Tears welled in his eyes and he was silently thankful that they blurred his vision almost entirely, at least he wouldn’t have to watch as his life was literally fried out of him. All he could see through the haze in his eyes was the steady, rhythmic pulsing of the camera’s red recording light.

Whumper rose to his feet, his full focus fixed on Whumpee, who shivered in place.

“Now then,” he declared, ashing his cigarette. “Let’s get started for real this time.”

((more Whump oneshots))

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copperbadge · 12 hours ago

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[ID: A poster ad in the Chicago subway for Taskrabbit; it reads "You're never gonna hang that up; never gonna take that down" followed by "Mounting & More" and the Taskrabbit text logo.]

For a subway ad there's...a lot going on there.

I again don't have photos of the work I did this morning so I thought I'd share that ad; funny to get rickrolled waiting for my train. I've been working on sorting bins to go to storage again, and honestly I expected this to take all week but I think I've got most of it completed. I still have a bin I need to sort through but that one is likely not to go to storage anyway; it's what I call my "trauma box" because originally it was a box of stuff from my last job, which I forgot existed for six months after leaving the job (somewhat traumatically). Realistically it's now just a massive bin of odds-and-ends I don't know what to do with, but most of them need to either be donated, thrown out, or stashed somewhere in the condo. There's also a full bin of paperwork I need to sift through -- old grad school notes, scrapbooks I need to digitize, and a collection of Marvel Comics trading cards I should probably take to a card store and see if I can sell.

Still, this morning I packed up my camping gear and grill bag, pulled down the bag of summer clothes I packed up earlier, and emptied out one of the two "sort through" boxes so now they're all in one box. I cleared out the other "under bed" storage box (the new plastic ones should arrive this week!) and set aside some more clothes to donate and put another few loads into the laundry to wash.

Probably for the best I topped up my account with the laundry room last month...

I'm pleased I kind of got back to "limit by podcast" levels of work -- I listened to the latest Criminal episode, "The Reverend", and I was just starting to feel a little scattered and overwhelmed as it ended, so I stopped for the day. I'll still need to change over the laundry and fold it and figure out what to do with some of it, but at least that's all I have left to do, and I don't have to worry about finding more.

#naclyoho #national clean your home month

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n0tth3l3tt3rk4y · 2 months ago

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"Songbird" (Chapter 1)

"I'm not special. Not like her." "You're not," he said quickly, definitively. "You're special like you."

“Mom, we’ve been over this.”

You exhaled for what felt like the millionth time when, in reality, you’ve only been on the phone with your mother for maybe twenty minutes.

“I’m just saying, honey, New York? You’ve lived a lot of places— dreamed about living a lot of places, and New York has never been on either of those lists,” she continued. “And it’s so far away…”

You could hear the irritation in her voice, but, even moreso, the sadness.

You rubbed at your face and threw your head back in silent frustration before proceeding with as much empathy and understanding as you could muster.

“Look, Mom, I know it isn’t ideal, but this will be really good for Maevis. I’ve done the research, I’ve saved the money, I’ve almost packed everything up– alone, as a single mother, might I add,” you sprinkled in that last part for comedic relief.

Based on her silence, it didn't quite land.

“It’s what’s best for her,” you concluded gently.

You could practically hear the gears turning in her head over the phone.

“I’m not saying I don’t want the absolute best for my grandbaby, but, come on. She’s barely five years old! Can’t the fancy, expensive, oh-so-far-away-from-your-family boarding schools wait until she’s at least in the double digits?”

That made you giggle, but you stood your ground. “This will be good for her, I promise. You’ll see.”

Your mind began to wander as you packed the last box in you and your daughter’s small apartment.

The truth is, your mother wouldn’t see-- not the real ways this new school would really be helping her granddaughter, anyway.

See, you hadn’t actually done any research, and this wasn’t costing you anything, thank goodness, at least as far as tuition is concerned. In fact, you hadn’t heard of this school at all before Charles Xavier had found you.

Before he’d found Maevis.

She was so young.

She was so young and what you knew about mutants was so scarce.

At first, it was easy to dismiss the early signs. To rationalize the flickering lights during bedtime temper tantrums. To convince yourself that it was certainly within the realm of her physical capabilities to throw a sippy cup at that velocity and distance after you had denied her another cookie. That was the only explanation as to how it could have ended up all the way across the kitchen in tiny, plastic shards…

Right?

It wasn’t until the last couple of months that you’d finally admitted to yourself that Maevis’ behavior was something different.

Something special.

The times between her outbursts were growing shorter, and the destruction that took place during, becoming more profound.

You scolding her in the car turned into blinking, dysfunctional traffic lights. Telling her she couldn’t buy a toy at the store resulted in entire product displays toppling over. There were only so many times you could apologize to the store clerks for “being clumsy.”

Then there were the more peculiar things, the things you knew there were no logical explanation for– the times you could not only perceive Maevis’ emotions, but could physically feel them.

When she’d fallen off of her bike and you hurried to scoop her scared, crying frame, you swore you’d felt that scrape on your knee, too.

Or when you caught her trying to hide the potted plant she’d accidentally knocked over and reached for you in apology, it was her shame that coursed through your body.

It wasn’t normal. None of it was.

And that didn't matter to you because what was “normal,” anyway?

Your daughter was special.

But, even so, you couldn’t deny the fact that whatever was happening with Maevis was intensifying, and quickly, and you couldn’t ignore the fact that she could hurt someone else or herself.

You had to do something, you just didn’t know what.

That’s why when Professor Charles Xavier showed up at your doorstep that day, with that gorgeous, regal woman you’d come to know as Dr. Jean Grey, you knew in your bones there was no other option.

You hadn’t explained any of this to your mother, of course. How could you when you didn’t even understand it yourself? You would wait until you and Maevis were settled, until there was some semblance of understanding and control and routine and—

“Fine.” You startled at the sound of your mother’s voice, her words cutting your trip down memory lane rather short.

“I trust you. I’m just going to miss my girls, that’s all.”

“We’re gonna miss you, too, Mom,” you assured her. You really did understand her concern.

“But you can visit as much as you like, you know. Phoenix and New York City have some pretty accessible airports,” you joke nervously.

“Just, like, when we’re all settled in and I’m comfortable in my new classroom and all that,” you add a little too quickly.

You really did want her to visit, just… maybe not anytime soon.

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“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” you mumble under your breath as you approach the ancient, but, admittedly, beautiful stone building.

Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters

You giggled at the school’s name, propping your daughter a little higher on your hip. “Well, Maeve, you are a ‘youngster,’ that’s for sure.”

And she was.

In fact, according to Professor Xavier, she would the youngest student the school has had in… well, ever.

You recall your first conversation the two of you ever had.

You were in somewhat of a haze, trying to process all of the information the two strangers had just provided you with.

You had heard about mutants, of course, anyone with a television or ears had. But you’d never considered that you’d given birth to one.

At least, not until now.

“I- I really appreciate what you’re trying to do here, Professor Xavier, but I-” you started, but honestly didn’t know where the sentence was going to end.

“Charles,” he corrected warmly. You tried your best to appear polite and collected as you continued to respond.

“Right, yes. Charles.” It sounded a bit strange addressing him so informally, especially after only having known him for, what? Maybe an hour?

“Again, I really appreciate this— Maevis and I both do, and I know shecould use the guidance, I just… I mean, do you even have a kindergarten at this school of yours?”

You understood how important it was for your daughter to receive guidance on her mutation; it wasn’t something you or any other neurotypical facility could offer her.

But the teacher in you– the mother in you– couldn’t help but wonder about her academic and social development. She needed to be around kids her age, learning the same things they were.

Mutation or not, that was important, too, right?

“Of course it’s important, dear.”

You startled at the sound of Professor Xavier’s voice.

You didn’t say that out loud, did you?

With furrowed eyebrows, you started, “I’m sorry, did I-”

He only chuckled at your confusion. “No, you didn’t say that out loud. Reading the minds of others is one of my mutations,” the Professor explained, except you were watching his face the entire time and his mouth didn’t move a muscle.

Your eyebrows shot up in– what? Disbelief? Offense?

“I do apologize,” he started.

All you could do was blink at the man decidedly not talking to you.

“I try not to make a habit of reading the thoughts of those around me without their consent.”

You nodded skeptically as he continued and added half-heartedly, “and what about talking inside of their heads? Do you make a habit out of that?”

He found your sense of humor in what he considered to be a very heavy, very tricky situation, endearing.

“I do not,” he chuckled and continued, actually speaking this time. “But you’re right. Her academic and social development are just as important as refining her gift. And although she is the youngest student the academy will have ever enrolled, I can promise you we have the means to provide the resources that any child of her age could possibly require.”

He seemed so sure, so confident in this proposition.

You wish you could say the same about yourself.

He slowly inched closer to you before speaking again.

“I understand your apprehension, but, surely, we can’t send her off to school down the street where she’ll be telekinetically tossing toys off of shelves in the classroom, or forcing her emotions onto every peer she so much as disagrees with on the playground,” Charles waved his hands in slight amusement.

You chewed your lip anxiously as you considered this.

You knew he was right.

But he said she was the youngest mutant to ever be offered enrollment at his school– the youngest mutant he, or anyone, has ever heard of manifesting their powers so early, period. If there weren’t any kids her own age at school, would she ever be able to be around normal kids her own age without risking hurting them?

Without risking hurting herself?

Your heart sank at the true fear that had been festering deep within you since Maevis’ very first display of power.

Would she ever feel normal if you did this?

Would she ever feel normal at all?

You could feel your heart racing at the thought of all of this going painfully south.

“She will be able to be around kids her own age,” the Professor said, once again, snapping you out of your anxious spiraling.

“Think of this as…” he looked around the room, trying to come up with the words to convince you, “ a specialized homeschooling program. Dr. Grey and Ms. Munroe will teach her everything she needs to know, including that of a typical kindergarten academic curriculum, and as soon as she’s ready, we’ll make sure she is able to join her peers out there.” He motioned to the window displaying the outside of your apartment building as he said this, but his words implied a space much vaster.

You churned in consideration, but didn’t speak just yet.

“It’s what is safest for everyone. It’s what is safest for Maevis,” Professor Xavier emphasized.

You continued to bite your lip, glancing behind Professor Xavier at Dr. Grey, who only sat quietly with a look of never-ending patience upon her face.

Her demeanor is what finally had you nodding in agreement.

“Plus," the Professor added, "you’ll be at the academy, teaching just a few halls down. You’ll be there every step of the way.”

He’s right. This is what’s safest for everyone. For Maevis.

It’s what’s best for Maevis.

“Okay,” you said simply.

Both Professor Xavier and Dr. Grey smiled, and the genuine relief and joy you saw in their faces sort of made your chest ache.

“This is what’s best for Maevis,” you repeated in your head.

“But,” you added, gaining the shocked attention of your guests, “ if we do this, please, ‘try not to read my mind without my consent’ anymore,” you quipped, only half joking.

The Professor chuckled at that.

“Of course, dear.”

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“Oh, it is so good to see you again!” Dr. Grey said earnestly, squeezing your shoulder in a way that made you feel slightly more at ease.

She turned to Maevis.

“And it’s good to see you again, too, you gorgeous girl.”

She clung to you rather tightly, but she still greeted Dr. Grey warmly, reaching for her face.

You panicked suddenly, not wanting Jean to be overwhelmed with whatever rollercoaster of emotions Maevis might be feeling right now.

It wasn’t a constant transfer of energy, but it was a powerful one.

“Oh, no, sweetie, remember, we can’t touch people’s bodies without asking them,” you gently remind her. She retracted her hand sadly, but you reassured her.

“It’s okay, Maev. But remember boundaries? We just have to be careful,” you tell her softly, nudging your nose gently against hers.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, almost ashamedly. “I’m sorry.”

Dr. Grey was watching the entire interaction affectionately. “That’s okay, Maevis,” she said. “Your mother is right,” she continued, looking between the two of you. “It is important to remember people’s boundaries, especially your own. You should always ask before you enter someone’s personal space.”

Maevis only nodded shyly in agreement.

“But,” Dr. Grey added, “if it’s okay with you, and your mother, I would like for you to tell me hello again– the way you were going to.”

Both Dr. Grey and Maevis were looking to you for approval now. “Oh. I mean…” You were nervous and you couldn’t pinpoint why. This is what you were here for– what Maevis was here for, right?

“I mean, of course,” you said. “As long as you’re comfortable with it, Maev,” you looked at her, waiting.

Maevis looked between the two of you before speaking. “I’m comfortable,” she said, reaching for Dr. Grey’s face again. “I can show you my feelings.”

You smiled. Something about her referring to this part of her mutation as “showing her feelings” always felt so innocent. So delicate. Like there was no part of this that was dangerous or unmanageable.

Of course, that wasn’t reality.

As soon as Maevis’ hand touched Dr. Grey’s face, it was like she was somewhere else– lost in her mind.

Or, rather, Maevis’ mind.

A small smile spread across her face as she gripped the tiny hand that was touching her cheek a little tighter.

Finally, Maevis retracted.

“Incredible,” Dr. Grey said, breathless. “You are a very special person, Maevis.”

Your daughter only smiled and nuzzled into your neck.

“She is,” you agreed, smiling.

“And we here at Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters are thrilled to, not only have her as a pupil, but to have her remarkable mother teaching at the institute as well.”

You turned around to follow Dr. Grey’s gaze, not surprised to see Professor Xavier gliding across the large foyer to greet you.

You smiled, “Hello, Professor. Say hello, Maevis,” you say, waving your hand in example.

“Hi, Charles,” your daughter smiled and did the same. Professor Xavier returned the gesture before adding, “At least one of you remembered to call me Charles,” he said.

You both chuckled at that before he continued.

“We are so happy you’re here with us, dear,” he said with that same genuineness he had at your first meeting.

Before you could respond, assuring him that you were just as happy to be here, he continued.

“There are some people I’d like you to meet.”

You almost didn’t notice the two people next to him, which was shocking, considering one of them was the most breathtaking woman– all dark skin, crystal eyes, and hair white as snow, and the other is probably the largest man you’ve ever seen in person.

“What a hot couple,” you think to yourself.

The gorgeous woman extends her hand, an unsurprisingly perfect smile aimed directly at you.

“Hey, there. I’m Ororo Munroe, but the kids like to call me Storm. I’ll be Maevis’ primary educator during her time here at the academy.”

You shake her hand and introduce yourself before she turns her attention to the little girl in your arms.

“And you must be the lady of the hour, “ Ms. Munroe says to Maevis brightly. “I am so happy to meet you, sweetie. I’ll be your new teacher.”

Maevis is anything but reserved, so she takes to her almost immediately.

You wondered if it’s her extroverted nature that makes all of this go smoothly, or if there’s some unspoken tether that mutants feel between one another.

That would make sense, especially in an evolutionary regard. It could be why Maevis has been so inexplicably drawn to Dr. Grey since meeting her.

You try to ignore the unexpected twinge you feel in your stomach at that thought.

You’re pulled out of this strange line of thinking at the sound of the tree trunk of a man now speaking.

“I’m Logan.”

He doesn’t extend a hand.

In fact, he doesn’t make a move to do or say anything more, and you kind of just stand there expectantly.

You figured, if he’s as friendly as everyone else you’ve met so far, he might throw in a, “nice to meet you”?

A school title?

A cool, somewhat unnecessary superhero nickname?

As if reading your mind, he adds, “Logan’s fine.”

You scrunch your eyebrows in realization.

“Wait, can you read minds, too?” you ask.

Storm, Charles, and Jean all laugh, but Logan only half-smiles.

“No, he’s just a smartass,” Ms. Munroe chides, then immediately covers her mouth, eyes darting between you and Maevis.

“I am so sorry. Oh my gosh, little ears! I haven’t been around a child this young in… well, like, ever. Shit, I’m sorry.”

Her eyes go even wider somehow and she smacks herself in the forehead.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry! I truly didn’t even realize I cursed this much,” she all but screams, then turns to her friends. “How come none of you told me I had such a potty mouth?!”

You’re full on giggling now as you reach with your free had to give her arm a reassuring squeeze. “It’s okay! Seriously, it’s okay. I don’t always have the most restraint around her, either, and I’m her mother. Unfortunately, she has heard worse,” you laugh and feel relieved when the Professor, Dr. Grey, and Ms. Munroe all laugh alongside you and don’t give you that stuffy, judgey look that most people do when you accidentally (or not so accidentally) curse around your daughter.

You all chat for a few more minutes, everyone’s excitement becoming more apparent.

Well, almost everyone.

Logan seemed uninterested, to say the least. This didn’t necessarily bother you, though; you understood that not everyone is experienced with or comfortable around children. You weren’t going to fault him for that if that were the case.

It just confused you more than anything.

Ms. Munroe would be leading Maev’s academics, Dr. Grey would be her mentoring her in her mutation, Professor Xavier had sought the two of you out and was acting Dean of the school— everyone had their purpose, so it seemed.

So what was Logan’s?

“I’m here to help you get settled in.”

You blinked in surprise.

How did he do that?

“You’re really not reading my mind?” you ask, skeptically.

He almost laughed at that.

“Doesn’t take a telepath to recognize a confused stare,” he replied.

He voice was gruff, but his tone was light.

That didn’t stop your face from heating up with embarrassment, though.

Were you really staring?

“Logan teaches history in the classroom adjacent to yours,” Professor Xavier added.

“A perfect fit, considering he was alive for most of it,” Dr. Grey prodded, nudging Logan slightly in the ribs.

He scoffed while everyone else chuckled and looked down at her with a soft smile.

The way she was gazing up at him made you think maybe he and Ms. Munroe were, in fact, not the hot couple in this equation.

“Your and Maevis’ new living quarters are also located in the same wing of the mansion as his. I figured it was most logical for him to help you get adjusted, “ Charles finished.

“That, and his welcoming personality,” Ms. Munroe added, faux excitement absolutely dripping with sarcasm, clapping Logan on the shoulder in jest.

You smiled, admiring the relationship between the four of them, affectionate and comfortable.

Even Logan in his own reserved, somewhat brooding way.

Although their histories, both individual and relational, were unclear to you, they were a family, you could see that.

Dr. Grey suddenly made a surprised sound.

“Oh, shoot!” she said, collecting herself. “I have session with a student in less than five minutes— I should get going.”

You mouthed a wordless, “oh,” in understanding, adjusting Maevis to rest on your other hip.

Goodness, she’s getting so big.

Turning to the two of you, she continues, “Again, we are so happy to have you. All of this is just such a gift,” she says with that sincere tone that makes you want to burst into tears.

She murmurs her goodbye to the others, walking away, lightly squeezing Logan’s abnormally large bicep on the way.

“Professor, we should really get going, too if we’re going to make it to New Student Orientation on time, “ says Ms. Munroe.

“Ah, yes,” Professor Xavier agrees, repositioning his chair. “Well, dear, I hope you enjoy getting acquainted with the mansion. And please let me know if you or Maevis need anything at all.”

He turns to look at Logan, the two of them locking eyes momentarily as if having a fleeting, silent conversation of their own.

Which, you now realize, is totally possible.

As the Professor fades into the distance of the ever-growing hallway, you feel a stiff, awkward tension begin to form between you and Logan.

He isn’t nearly as welcoming or chatty as the others, and you know yourself. If you sit in this uncomfortable silence for too long, you’re going to start rambling and its going to be painful for everyone.

“I can show you your room,” Logan interrupts your self-deprecating line of thinking, grabbing the suitcase at your side and starting off without so much as a word to you or Maev.

You pucker your lips in submission.

“Cool. Right behind you,” you mutter a little sarcastically.

Maevis giggles and mimics you a little louder: “Cool! Right behind you!”

You can’t help but laugh with her as you follow Logan down the long hall, up the winding stairs, and into your new life.

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This is my first marvel fanfiction! It's definitely going to be a series, I just don't know how long yet. Ahh, hope you like it so far.

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nerdraging4point0 · 1 month ago

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Power Play // Chapter 10 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU

Header by @ladyveronikawrites

Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV. Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.

This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.

The gloves are off.

With a frustrated roar, I tear off all my protective gear flinging it across the ice, the clatter of plastic and leather echoing through the stadium as my helmet slams down, sending shards of ice flying in all directions. Chest heaving, I square up against the taller defenseman, my nose nearly grazing the other man's chin as my eyes glare upwards.

The defenseman's face is flushed, his stringy hair matted with sweat that was rapidly freezing in the frigid air. Shoving with the full force of my palms, I refused to be intimidated by the size difference, adrenaline coursing through my veins I shoved again. His papa make contact with my chest sending me backwards and I'm forced to brace myself to keep from toppling over, refusing to back down.

Rage coursed through my veins as I skated furiously towards the other player, my voice erupting in a guttural yell. "You wanna fucking put hands on me, bitch?!"

I had seen him deliberately slap the puck directly at my face as I was guarding the goal, and the sheer maliciousness of the action had ignited a fire within me. That blatant cheap shot was clearly no accident - he was looking for a fight, and I was more than willing to oblige. In that moment, all I could think about was retaliating, of taking my stick and using it to break his face open. The opportunity presented itself when he checked me hard into the boards, causing me to lose my grip on my stick.

Now my hands grasp at fistfuls of his jersey as I yank him down to face level. My balled fist then comes into forceful contact with his cheek as he turns his head.

I continue to throw punches until he reaches up, his hand making contact on my skull just behind my ear. The impact sends ringing in my ears and makes me slightly dizzy. But I refused to let up, my grip on his jersey tightening as we both tumbled down to the ice in a tangled mess of limbs, each of us desperately trying to land more blows on the other.

Bodies are swarming all around me and a pair of arms roughly pulling me back from my intended target. The impact of the strike on my left cheek burns with a sharp, stinging sensation, and I can taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. Just moments ago, the only sound I could hear was the thunderous rush of blood pounding in my ears, but now the air is filled with the frantic screaming of the crowd and the shouts of the referees, who are desperately trying to restore order by calling out penalty times and names, urging everyone to settle down.

My opponent is in no better shape, sporting a nasty gash across the bridge of his nose, his teeth stained crimson with his own blood. One of his eyes is already beginning to swell shut from the impact of the blows. I can feel the throbbing ache in my own head and neck, the burning in my cheek now mingling with a strange, numb sensation as the adrenaline begins to wear off.

The refs roughly shove me onto the hard bench, treating me like a wayward child being sent to the corner. Indignation flares within, a desperate urge to lash out by untying my skates and hurling them at the cold, unyielding plexiglass walls. But in the end, all I can muster is a resigned lean forward, elbows propped on my knees as I stew in the searing frustration of my captivity.

Leo McGuire and his clean cut boy look steps into the box, a medical bag slung over his shoulder. Last week, he had been a constant chatterbox, his nervous prattle grating on my nerves, but now that he has grown accustomed to this routine, his demeanor has shifted. No longer does he sound like an idiot fumbling through his words - instead, his tone is calm and measured as he approaches me, attempting to get a closer look.

"Alright, Sebastian, let me have a look." But I refuse to submit, wriggling out of his grasp, unwilling to relinquish even the smallest shred of control. The walls feel like they are closing in, the air thick with tension as I steel myself against the indignity of my situation, desperate to maintain what little autonomy I have left.

I can feel the intense longing and determination coursing through me as I utter those three simple words to him - "I want her."

I know she has engineered this entire situation, this calculated plan to have him take over my care during the games rather than her directly handing me off to various partners. The reasoning is obvious - to avoid raising suspicion about the true nature of our arrangement. But at this moment, I couldn't care less about the intricate web she has woven. All that matters is getting what I want, reclaiming my fox and taking her for myself, right here and now.

He shrugs, unwilling to argue or stand in my way. I watch as he waves her over. She rolls her eyes, a familiar gesture that only heightens my craving, as her ponytail swings rhythmically back and forth with each step she takes towards us. As she steps into the small box she and McGuirre exchanging hushed whispers as he gathers his belongings and departs, leaving the medical supplies behind. Without hesitation, she kneels down and begins rummaging through the box, retrieving gauze, tape, saline, and antibacterial gel. My gaze is transfixed, drinking in every detail of her movements, her expression. Do I really look that bad? No matter - her attention is all that matters.

She begins to gently clean the cut on my left cheek, standing off to the side, carefully positioned so as not to obstruct my view of the ongoing hockey game. It's a considerate gesture, but it's a little late for that - my focus has already been shattered by the intensity of her presence. I glance up at her, and I can't help but notice the lines forming between her furrowed brows as she knits them together in concentration. Her cheek is slightly sucked in as she chews on it, a telltale sign of her focus, as she dabs carefully at the wound on my face.

Suddenly, she lets out a soft sigh, and I sense a shift in her demeanor. "We can't do this," she murmurs in a low voice, her lips barely moving. "I can't treat you and be sleeping with you. It's unethical."

I can't help but feel a twinge of frustration at her words. "So you send the newbie to tend to me then. I knew it," I retort, my words harsher than I intended them to be, my blood still boiling from the intensity of the game.

She responds matter-of-factly, "It's not like I needed to discuss it with you." I can't help but feel a sense of indignation creep in.

"Didn't have the decency to tell me to my face," I fire back.

"I didn't think it mattered," she says, her tone even.

I pause for a moment, letting her words sink in.

"You're right. It doesn't. This," I say, gesturing to the game unfolding on the ice, "this matters. The cup matters. And I'll be damned if some woman is gonna get in my way and mess me up." As I stand up on my skates, towering over her, I can see the glassy, trembling look in her eyes - and my own chest feels like its been cracked in half. I let out a heavy sigh and slump back down onto the bench, muttering an apology that I'm not even sure she hears over the din of the crowd.

However, the others - Jack and Leo- had clearly picked up on the tension. Immediately heading over and stepping into the box with us.

With a protective edge to his voice, Jack gently asked, "You good, Sarah?"

Sarah's response was clipped, her tone betraying the strain of the situation. "Fine," she said tersely, before continuing, "Listen, could you take over for me? I think Sebastian just needs to cool down, and obviously I am not making that any easier right now." The way she emphasized my last name, almost spitting it out, struck a chord within me, a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach as she gathered her belongings and pushed past Jack and Leo, putting as much distance between herself and me as possible.

As I slap my hands against my face, ignoring the sting of pain, I feel the tangled mess of my hair slip through my fingers. It wasn't her fault, none of this was - I was the one who had been so foolish, so reckless in my actions. Yelling at her, when all I really wanted to do was run after her and beg for her forgiveness. I had been so stupid to think this could ever be just a casual thing, a fleeting moment between us. Not after today, not after what had happened.

I could have played it safe, stayed cool and detached, never letting myself think about her during the game. It wasn't the puck to the face that had gotten to me - I could handle that kind of physical pain any day. No, it was what had happened before the game, when the players were circling the ice during warm-ups. I'd been on the bench, retightening my skates, when I saw him skate by, whistling and leering in her direction as she inventoried her equipment.

At that moment, I saw red. She was mine, and no one was going to disrespect her like that, not on my watch. The puck to the face had been my opportunity, my open door to beat the living daylights out of him. All because I had been foolish enough to let my heart get involved, to catch feelings for someone I could never truly have. Now I was left to face the consequences of my actions, my emotions having gotten the better of me in the heat of the moment. I had to find a way to make this right, to apologize and beg for her forgiveness, even if I knew in my heart that I could never truly be with her.

After the game, I couldn't even speak let alone look at my teammates. The throbbing in my head and ache in all of my muscles is a familiar feeling, a badge of honor for the sacrifices I made on the ice. As I stand under the warm spray of the shower, I watch the dried blood from the cut on my cheek and one above my eye mix with the water and swirl down the drain, disappearing into the checkered tile below.

Dressed and barely getting my gear bag over my shoulder, a voice calls out my name - a voice I was dreading to hear.

"Sebastian. My office."

It's Veronica Campbell, the team's tough-as-nails PR director. With her no-nonsense attitude and impeccable business attire, Veronica commands respect from the six-foot-tall athletes she works with, even though she stands nearly a foot shorter than us. Her petite frame is always adorned in sleek black or gray pantsuits, her feet shoved into practical flats rather than the towering heels one might expect.

Letting out a heavy sigh, I trudged through the familiar locker room, feeling the weight of my teammates' eyes following me as I made my way towards Veronica's office.

As I clicked the door shut behind me, I braced myself for the impending confrontation, my mind racing with possibilities. Veronica's commanding voice cut through the silence, instructing me to take a seat across from her. I reluctantly complied, rolling my eyes in a futile attempt to mask my growing anxiety.

"If this is about the fight, it's hockey - people fight. So what is it? I'm suspended, pending investigation. He's filing charges? What?" I demanded, the words tumbling out in a frantic jumble. Rummaging through the papers on her desk, Veronica produced two small packets, each with a neon green tab marked "sign here" at the back.

"The first is a non-disclosure agreement. I need you and Ms Brody to sign. The second is a treatment plan where Ms Brody will no longer be your nurse on call for any future games, and you will be tended to by Leo McGuire instead." My stomach dropped as her words sank in.

“I-but wait- what?” I stammer out and I see her shoulders slump. Her hazel eyes are heavy, probably from stress and exhaustion.

“ Look, I don't want the details of you and Ms Brody's relationship. I really don't need it. I just need you to sign the non-disclosure agreement and the treatment agreement. If you guys are going to continue with whatever it is, you're doing.”

Veronica sat back in her chair, her eyes narrowed as I contemplated the stack of papers before me.

"Did she bring this up to you?" I pressed.

Veronica paused, considering her words carefully. With a cool, measured tone, she replied, "How the information was presented to me is my business and my business alone." There was an underlying firmness to her voice that brooked no further questions.

In that moment, my mind seemed to completely shut off, operating on pure autopilot as my hand instinctively reached for the pen, signing my name on the dotted line before I even had a chance to process what I was doing. The typed words on the page blurred together, their contents a mystery as I hurriedly scrawled my signature.

“Can I take these with me?” I ask.

“If she consents I need them by Thursday. You have a game and I need everything filed before then.” I barely registered her response, my body moving mechanically to gather up the papers, trying desperately not to crease or damage them in my haste. The legs of the chair nearly tripped me up as I clumsily made my way out of the office.

“But Sebastian,” her voice stops me in my tracks as I turn slowly to look at her. “It's my job to file the paperwork. It's your job to tell the coach.”

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lulublack90 · 4 months ago

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Prompt 2 - Doctor

@jegulus-microfic July 2, Word count 1000

Regulus had always dreamed about being a doctor. His parents had mostly approved. They would have preferred he’d chosen to be a solicitor or an accountant, but they decided that doctor was also a respectable profession as long as he went into the correct area. Such as plastics, where all the money was. They had a friend who ran the plastics department at St Thomas’s in London and they arranged for him to train under him once Regulus finished medical school.

But Regulus had other plans. He secretly sent out feelers to other hospitals and got offered a job in York. It was the one that he’d secretly hoped for. Sirius had moved up to York after he’d fled their family home. He’d gone to university there and fallen in love with the kindest man Regulus had ever met. Of course, his parents didn’t know that he knew any of this.

He’d had all his correspondence sent to Sirius’s house and he’d go out on daily walks to phone his brother on a separate phone Sirius had sent him and paid for so they could talk without their parents finding out.

Graduation day came. He was top of his class and a highly sought-after new doctor. He had his picture taken, said goodbye to his classmates and made a run for it. He left his parents complaining about the pitiful excuse for food that had been laid out for them and ran to Sirius’s waiting car.

“Hey, Reggie!” Sirius’s smile was full of love and Regulus couldn’t help himself. He flung himself across the gear stick and hugged his brother as tightly as he could. “I’ve missed you too,” Sirius spoke quietly into his ear.

They rushed back to his parent’s house and hurriedly carted the few boxes of his belongings down the three flights of stairs and out to Sirius’s car. Soon they were on the M1 and on their way north.

He hadn’t just left his parents with no idea where he’d gone. He’d told them he had found another job and was sorry he left like he did, but he had no interest in learning how to pull back wrinkly old skin, so people could kid themselves that they looked younger than they were. He thanked them for everything they’d done for him and hoped that they would still want him in their lives.

Remus was waiting for them at the front door. He flung his arms open and gave Regulus a firm, warm hug.

“I’m so glad you made it, Reggie,” He said as he ruffled Regulus’s hair. They’d become good friends over the years since he and Sirius had met, even before they’d started dating. Sirius would drunk dial him and Regulus would spend most of the night chatting with Remus while Sirius did keg stands and made a show of himself.

“Can we take you on a tour tomorrow? You can get to know the city before you start your first shift.” Sirius asked over dinner. Sirius had braved the locals to go to the chippy round the corner. It was excellent, the best fish and chips he’d ever had.

Regulus went to sleep that night, finally feeling free for the first time in his life. He took Sirius up on his offer to see the small city. They ate breakfast and hopped on a bus into the city centre. Sirius took him to see the giant cathedral towering over the other buildings. Then through the Shambles, an ancient medieval street. The narrow street was jam-packed with shops and shoppers. The top levels of the buildings overhanging the street below. They took a walk along the bar walls that wrapped around the entire city, protecting it from enemy armies. Sirius took him on a river cruise down the Ouse and then into the Dungeons to learn about Dick Turpin.

“Stand and deliver, your money or your life!” Sirius had yelled at him as he jabbed him in the back with a fake sword he’d gotten from the gift shop.

“Turpin would have used pistols, not a sword,” Regulus pointed out. Sirius shrugged and poked him again. They walked down by the river to get home. His feet hurt but it had been worth it. The city was beautiful and he’d spent more time with his brother than he had for years. Tomorrow he’d start at the hospital and he needed to be wide awake to be on his game.

Sirius dropped him off at the door, kissed his cheek and handed him a packed lunch.

“Look at our boy Remus, all grown up and off to be a doctor.” Sirius pretended to wipe a tear from his eyes.

“There, there dear. He’s a big boy now, we have to let him go,” Remus made his voice deep but struggled by the end, as he couldn’t help laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, love you too. C'ya later.” He blew them a kiss anyway and walked through the doors.

The resident in charge of them was the most handsome man Regulus had ever seen. He had to take a few deep breaths to calm his speeding heart. He felt suddenly very warm and could feel himself beginning to sweat.

“Dr Black?” Dr James Potter looked up from his list. “You wouldn’t happen to be related to Sirius Black would you?”

“Yes, he’s my brother, Dr Potter,” Regulus replied in as even a voice as he could.

“He’s one of my best friends, I’ll be sure to let him know how you’re getting on,” Dr Potter winked at him. Regulus felt lightheaded. Oh, great, now he not only fancied his mentor but the guy just happened to be Sirius’s friend. He should have known better than to move in with his brother. Well, he was going to prove he deserved to be here.

Dr Potter looked at him, his eyes glimmering with something.

“Well, this is going to be fun,” James grinned widely before they began the morning rounds.

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I'm Losing You... (But We're Filling The Cracks)

Having a family isn't always as easy as fairy tales make it seem.

Warnings: Read chapter 1 for warnings.

Taglist: @phsycochan | @mirillua | @augustanna | @chaixsherlock | @whore-of-many-hot-men

Chapter 19

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28 hours.

Those were Law’s least favorite shifts. Where his bedroom was a temporary call room with a stiff twin-size mattress and a single flat pillow, and where his companion was his hospital pager and not the warmth of your body next to his. Not like he got much sleep to begin with, not with his pager going off in the ungodly hours of the morning due to the sheer spontaneity of cardiac events.

After 28 long, grueling hours, the warmth of the summer sun finally graced the skin of his exhausted face as he stepped through the hospital’s entrance doors and walked through the parking lot to his car, placing his work bag in the passenger seat. Normally, he’d head straight home to hold you in his arms and bury his face in the flesh of your belly where you were the most soft and warm, but today he had a different plan. From the inside of his bag, he procured a small box, placing it securely in the empty cup holder below the center console before putting his car into gear and driving to his destination.

It didn’t take him too long to get across the city where he miraculously found street parking in front of his destination. He placed the box safely inside the pocket of his slacks, reaching into his car’s ashtray to procure a few coins for the parking meter. Stepping out of his car and onto the sidewalk, he gazed at the sign of the building in front of him.

SABAODY’S JEWELERS

A longtime, family owned business known for their exceptional craftsmanship of handmade jewelry, Law was very familiar with the owners. After all, it was where he had your engagement ring made. He palmed the box in his pocket as he took a deep breath and walked through the entrance.

A black-haired older woman sat behind the front counter, casually flipping through a newspaper as she moved an unlit cigarette around her lips. Her sharp, analytical eyes darted upward at the sound of the bell on the door signaling Law’s entrance. She smiled upon seeing the man, folding the newspaper and uncrossing her legs to stand from the stool she was perched on.

“Trafalgar Law, it’s been a minute! How’ve you been?” She excitedly leaned over the counter, her v-neck tank top revealing a bit more cleavage than Law was comfortable with, but he smiled fondly at her enthusiasm.

“I’ve been well, Shakky, thanks. How’s Rayleigh?” The man kept his hands in his pockets, fidgeting with the box.

“Oh you know, can’t get him to sit down. Not even for a moment,” Shakky joked, removing the unlit cigarette from her lips and placing it on a small napkin behind the checkout register. “How’s the wife?”

Law’s smile grew a bit wider at the mention of you. “We could be better, that’s kind of what I came in here for.”

The older woman’s eyebrows quirked upward in confusion as she watched Law pull the small box from his pocket, opening it and placing it on the counter. Inside was a tiny plastic bag filled about halfway with a dusty, gray powder.

“Are those…” she started.

“Ashes,” Law replied, finishing her sentence for her. “We’ve… uhm… we’ve been having some fertility issues, to keep the story short.”

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” her voice was quiet and apologetic as she stared down at the tiny bag. It seemed she picked up on what the ashes were from almost immediately, making Law relieved that he wouldn’t have to explain any further, not thrilled about reliving the sight of his dead baby in a bedpan.

“I was wondering if you would be able to make these into two pieces, I’m thinking of a ring and a necklace. I don’t really know how jewelry works, but I figured you’d be able to come up with some ideas,” he offered, keeping his hand on the box as if to protect it.

Shakky’s eyes lit up at the prospect. “Of course I could, I’ve done many cremation pieces before. Do you mind if I take a look at them?” She made a small motion towards the box, catching on to the way Law’s fingers remained positioned around the tiny bag to snatch it away for safekeeping.

He pushed it forward, wordlessly giving her permission. Shakky’s long fingers gently picked up the bag from inside of the box. It was astronomically tiny, the small amount of ashes barely being more than a teaspoon in size. Her heart clenched at the sight. She was always so fond of you and Law, owing the heart surgeon a great deal for assisting with treating her own husband’s atrial fibrillation. To think that such a sweet couple have had to go through something so traumatic, it made her soul weep at the thought.

“I have a fantastic idea,” she piped up, looking at Law. “Come with me to the back, I’ll show you what I’ve got.”

Law followed her as she rounded the counter and trekked through her small storefront, past display tables full of handmade bracelets, earrings, and necklaces. She pushed open a metal door in the far back of the shop, entering what Law presumed to be her workshop, or at least a small part of it. He watched as she placed the box with the ashes down onto the countertop before she approached a small plastic storage container and procured a tiny fabric drawstring bag. She emptied it into the palm of her hand, revealing a small, simple gold ring band with a flat, circular pendant in the middle.

“This was an experiment I was doing with plant ashes, so it’s not for sale, but I’d be able to do something like this. I melted down glass, mixed the ashes into the glass, and cooled and shaped it to fit into the face of this ring, similar to a gemstone. I’m able to change the color of the glass depending on what you might want,” she explained, moving the ring around under the light so Law could get a good look at the details. “Considering how there’s… well… not many ashes, I think this might be the best choice.”

The tiny piece of jewelry was indeed quite beautiful, even if it was just an artistic test. The way the ashes were embedded into the colorful glass gave it a quartz-like appearance that glittered under the fluorescent lights of Shakky’s work room.

“What kind of colors can you do?” he asked, officially intrigued.

“All kinds, but I typically do white and blue for glass pieces,” she offered. “The blue is a light, sky blue color, similar to an aquamarine.”

Law nodded, contemplating. “Are you able to do one that’s more plain?”

“I’m able to do whatever your little heart wants,” she teased.

The black-haired man grinned. “Can you do blue glass for the ring and white for the necklace? The necklace is for me,” he asked, tracing his collarbone with the pads of his fingers.

Shakky smiled from ear to ear, clutching her test ring in her palm as she excitedly nodded. “Law, dear, I’d be honored to do this for you and your wife. If you want to hang around, I can have them done in about two hours.”

“That quick?” he asked, exasperated. “I don’t want you to have to drop your current work just for me.”

“Boy, did you see me doing work when you walked in? If you call doing the daily crossword ‘work’ then I’m concerned about what you do on your breaks!” She tossed a joking smile at the man as she slipped her test ring back into its fabric bag, placing it back into the storage container it came from.

“I’ll meet you by the front to pay–” Law began before Shakky cut him off.

“Nope, on the house.”

“Shakky, this is work,” he argued.

“It might be, but this is special for you and your wife. Consider this part of a gift from me for all you’ve done for myself and my family,” she said, her words laced with tenderness. “If you really want to repay me so badly, bring me a six pack later tonight before I close.”

Law smirked. “You got yourself a deal.”

Shakky sealed their arrangement with a hearty, friendly smack to his shoulder, making him wince slightly. She was far stronger than her outward appearance let on. “See you in two hours, kid.”

Law exited her back room, making his way past her various display tables and shelves to the front of the store before exiting out the front. He pulled his phone from his pocket, navigating to your contact and calling your cell phone.

It rang about three times before the receiver clicked and your voice spoke through the speaker.

[Hi, baby! Are you on your way home?]

Law thought you must have had some form of supernatural ability, the way your voice was able to consistently brighten his day every time he heard you. “I’m actually downtown, are you free right now?”

Small shuffling sounds could be heard in the background. [Once I’m done cleaning out the cabinets I will be! Do you wanna meet somewhere?]

The man chuckled. “Why are you cleaning out the cabinets?”

[I was bored and didn’t want to be alone with my own thoughts.] You had a point.

“Well stop cleaning, meet me at Cafe Brook. I want to see you,” he chided through the phone, his voice giving away the smile on his face as he spoke to you.

[Aye aye, captain! I’ll see you in a bit, I love you!]

“Love you, too, baby,” he replied before the call was cut off. He shoved his phone into his pocket and began the short walk to the agreed upon location.

—

Law was waiting outside the restaurant for you and grinned as you approached, a sundress adorning your body and your bag slung over your shoulder as you walked with a slight skip in your step. While your husband wasn’t much for PDA, that didn’t stop you from taking his hands in yours and pressing a tender kiss to the corner of his lips.

“Hi,” you said with a small giggle.

“Hi,” he replied, wrapping his arm around your waist to guide you into the small cafe.

It was late in the morning nearing the end of the brunch hour, so many of the tables were empty leaving you and Law with a wonderful table in the corner by the sunlit window. You hung your bag on the back of your chair before you took your seat, adjusting your dress under your legs while Law immediately took a sip of the complimentary tap water on the table.

“This was such a nice surprise!” you said, jovially. “Why were you downtown?”

Your husband shrugged, keeping his smile content, trying to hold in what he was scheming. “Just had to run some errands, that’s all.”

You rested your head in the palm of your hand on the table, your eyes gazing at him knowingly. “You’re not trying to surprise me, are you?”

“I would never. You don’t need surprises,” he replied, tossing a mischievous smirk at you.

You laughed, poking your tongue out at him. “Well, whatever you were doing, I’m always happy to get brunch with you. Especially after such a long shift… how was it, by the way?” Your own hand clutched your cup of water, your fingers releasing some of the condensation and causing droplets of water to flow down the outside of the glass.

Law groaned as a response to your question, making you smile sympathetically. “28 hours of pain,” he griped. “Everyone always waits until three in the morning to have urgent health issues.”

You reached your hand across the table to pat his forearm. He responded by adjusting his arm so his hand could hold yours. “Well, now you have two days off!”

A waiter came by and passed out some small paper menus, but the two of you almost immediately decided on what to order. A plate of curly fries to split, a hearty breakfast sampler for Law after having eaten very little in the last 28 hours, and a toasted blueberry muffin for you. A comfortable silence fell over the two of you as you gazed around the interior of the restaurant. The entire joint was trying to be old-school rock and roll themed, but it harshly clashed with the rustic wooden entryway and wall sidings. The entire establishment was a strange cacophony of design choices, made even more humorous with the multiple posters and framed platinum records of the famed jazz musician Soul King Brook, who’s name was the inspiration for the establishment. (No one actually knew if Brook had anything to do with the place, though.)

“Hey, remember how my friends came over last week and left that basket of stuff?” you asked, alerting Law’s worried attention from the frightening poster of the almost skeletonized pop star.

“Yeah, what about?” he asked, giving you his full regard.

“So I was actually texting Vivi again yesterday,” you stated. “She gave me the names of a few counselors in the area who specialize with women’s health and pregnancy issues… and I think I’m going to try one of them out just to see what’s up.”

Law straightened his shoulders. “That… sounds like a fantastic idea.”

“You think?” you asked, slightly nervous about his opinion.

“Of course, I think that’d be really good for you to help you adjust to everything that’s happened,” he clarified.

You smiled, feeling your chest flutter with his support. “If my first appointment goes well, would you want to maybe come with me?” you asked. “I mean… you know… you deserve support, too.”

Law felt his own chest clench at your words. You were right, he was just as damaged as you were over the whole situation. His mind flashed back to Shakky’s jewelry store, where the woman was most likely hunched over her work table shaping hot glass as they spoke. He nodded slowly, albeit enthusiastically. “I think that would help me a lot, if I went with you.”

“Even just to talk everything out with a professional,” you added, hoping to solidify his decision.

Your husband nodded once again. “Exactly.”

The smile you gave to the man made his face flush with heat. Your beaming grin, a sight he seemed to have missed more often since your second miscarriage, the smile that bore the heat of one thousand suns and yet filled his entire soul with the fuzzy comfort that only you could provide. He fell in love with you more and more each time he saw that brilliant smile.

Your food came out from the kitchen and was passed toward you, Law’s mouth instantly beginning to salivate at the sight of the greasy bacon and eggs spread out on the porcelain, next to a generous helping of homefries and whole wheat toast. He watched with a small smile as you took a delighted bite out of your blueberry muffin that was cut in half down the middle and slathered with a smear of butter on each side.

—

“Law, why are we at Sabaody’s?” you asked, your voice riddled with skepticism as your husband led you by your hand the few blocks it took to get from the restaurant to the jeweler’s. Law had received a text during your meal that made him appear jumpy, and he remained that way until you had finished eating and paid the bill.

“No reason,” he replied, the weakest excuse known to man as he pushed open the door to the storefront, beckoning you inside.

Shakky rounded the corner out of her work room, smiling upon seeing you. She held two boxes in her hands, but quickly placed them safely in a small brown paper bag which she promptly handed to Law.

“Oh, dear, it’s so good to see you!” she called, making you smile as she dipped down for a friendly hug.

“You too, Shakky! How’s your husband?” you asked, figuring the same question must have been asked by your own man.

“Constantly running at 100% capacity,” she responded with a sarcastic eye roll. She turned her attention back to Law and tossed him a wink. “All set!”

“Thank you so much, Shakky, I really appreciate it,” he answered, reaching over the checkout counter to shake her hand.

You watched their interaction with profound confusion. “What are you two scheming without me?”

“Nothing,” the older woman responded, a coy grin on her face as she waved the two of you out of the storefront.

Law kept the bag clenched in his hand as he walked, his opposite hand holding you as he led you back to his car.

“Law, I parked down the road,” you indicated, but he quickly opened his passenger side door and ushered you inside.

“I know, but this is important,” he uttered. His words sounded rushed, almost panicky, making worry begin to sprout in your mind. What in the world had he done?

You watched as he rounded the front of his car and plopped himself into his driver's seat, closing and locking the doors around you with the switch below the handle. He nervously fumbled with the bag, pulling out the two boxes that had been handed to him by the older woman.

“So… I… uhm…” he was frantically tripping over his words, a far cry from the man you had met for brunch almost three hours prior. “I might have gone behind your back and done something.”

You stared at him with concern. “... Okay…?”

Law’s hands were slightly trembling as he opened the smaller box, revealing a brilliant silver banded ring with a small blue glass pendant in the middle. It glittered in the sunlight, the tiny but stunning faux gem casting blue hues reflected from the sun on the top lid of the box. He passed it over to you, watching as you gently took it in your hands and gazed with wide eyes at the subtle piece of jewelry.

“Law…?” You looked over at him as he opened the second box, revealing a similar small pendant necklace on a thick, sturdy silver chain. The stone on the necklace was a simple white stone that looked similar to an opal.

“At the hospital, after you fell asleep and before we went home that night, I tracked down the nurse that took our baby and asked her to bring me to the mortuary to have someone cremate him,” he explained. “His ashes are in the jewelry.”

Your eyes were wide as you took in his words, gazing back at the bright blue glass pendant on the ring. Your voice was trembling as you struggled for words. “You… it…”

Law reached his shaking hands over to you, pulling the ring out of the box and taking your right hand in his. He slipped the ring over your right-hand ring finger, feeling inwardly satisfied as it fit perfectly on your digit. He laced his hand with yours, your eyes never tearing away from the pendant on the ring.

“I got the ring for you, and the necklace for me,” he whispered, leaning closer to you over the center console.

Your eyes darted upward to meet his own, tears brimming in the corners as you bit your wobbling lip. With a blubbery laugh, you gave him a small, playful shove on his shoulder. “You need to stop making me cry!”

Law chuckled himself, pulling you in for an uncomfortable hug over the center compartment in his car. You eagerly wrapped your arms around his shoulders, burying your head into the junction of his neck. He could feel your smile on his skin as you sniffled into his shirt.

“Law…” you mumbled, pulling away from him to gaze at the ring. “I can’t… I can’t believe it…”

Your husband was smiling, a content grin that held the same amount of sadness that you still felt in your heart after losing your unborn 12-week-old. His attention was torn from your soft face as you reached over for the other box in his lap, pulling out the necklace and unlatching the clasp. Your hands trailed around his neck to link the chain around him, watching with fondness as the white pendant sat perfectly in between his collarbones.

“Looks good on you…” you sighed, your hands tracing the tan skin around the pendant, the feeling making goosebumps rise on Law’s skin. “Our baby…”

“Now he’ll still be with us wherever we go,” he whispered.

You wiped away your tears with the collar of your dress. “When did you get so sappy?” you asked, jokingly.

Law grinned. “Well, admittedly, one of my nurses gave me the idea. She told me her sister lost a pregnancy, and they had the remains cremated and made into little rocks that they spread through their favorite hiking trail.”

“That’s so beautiful,” you cooed, your tears slowing down. The new ring on your finger brought you a strange sense of comfort you had yet to feel, something almost akin to closure. It was a small patch in the cracks that made up your broken heart, cracks that your husband was slowly learning to rebuild, and that you were doing to his own.

“God,” you sighed, leaning back in your seat. “What did I do to deserve you?”

Law’s hand brushed over your cheek. “I should be asking the same thing.”

You stared blankly out the front windshield before asking, “Can we just have Shachi or Penguin pick up my car? I don’t want to leave you.”

Your sudden question made Law snort out a laugh as he pulled out his phone. “I’d be more than happy to ask, my love.”

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