#so I got some extra days of not having to go to work and I am very much enjoying it

[goorgeousz]

paperwork for two | aaron hotchner

after hours au

paperwork for two | aaron hotchner

after hours au

pairing: aaron hotchner x profiler!female!reader

summary: you help a stubborn aaron with his paperwork.

content/tw: just pure fluff, reader wants to help, and aaron claims he doesn't need it (he desperately does)

word count: 1.3k

a/n: I don’t know if you people are into this kind of posts… but this au is a slow burn and I’m a sucker for relationships development so😭

anyway, you can ask me anything about their relationship or request a specific scenario (being in this au or not)

since some of you asked, i decided to make a tag list (for this au only and for all of my criminal minds x reader posts) ! let me know if you want to be in it :)

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Hotch heard the three quick knocks on his door, and it was the first time he glanced up from his paperwork for the last couple hours.

Yes, you were counting.

“Come in.” he said, his voice hoarse from barely speaking. It was a dull friday at the BAU, the team had come back from a case in Atlantic City just a few days prior, so the most agitation they had that day was the ungodly amount of paperwork.

The rest of the team had left, all of them having worked extra time to try and minimize the amount of work on monday, but the tiredness got the best of them.

Except, of course, for Hotch.

One doesn’t become an Unit Chief by just giving the government the entirety of their days — their nighttime absolutely must be compromised too.

You opened the door, folding your arms close to your chest and leaning against the doorframe, staring at your boss in disapproval.

“Are you leaving anytime soon?” you asked, already knowing the answer. Hotch glanced at his watch, his eyes slightly widened in surprise — in that barely-noticeable way of his — and back at the stack of paper.

“Not really. The team?”

“They just left.” you explained. He nodded in approval. His team was fine, at least one less thing for him to worry about. Before he could ask when you were leaving — less in a “leave me alone” and more in a “I’m worried about you, go get some rest” way — you pointed at the stack of files on the right side of his desk. “How long do you think it’ll take?”

He looked at it, trying to estimate a time frame. The approximated results made him sigh loudly. “Too much.” his eyes turned back to you, who looked a mist of worry, pity and fear. With your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth in a pout (the one you unconsciously did when you were deep in thought), he knew you were thinking of a solution. So Hotch, the most selfless person on earth, stopped you. “But I might leave it for Monday. I’ll just finish this one to ease the load for then.”

You pressed your lips together, fighting with your life to not call on his bluff. Giving him a short nod, you wiped your hands on your pants in what he knew was stress, like your body itched by not being able to help. “Alright, I’ll leave you at it.”

“Thank you. Good night.” he said, and you nodded — still with your lips pressed together — before closing the door behind you.

He could still hear the clicking of your heels fading away — not too far away, his hearing wasn’t that good. There was no point in denying: you were right to be worried. It was late, and he was tired. And he couldn’t possibly finish that amount of paperwork before the sunrise. He really should get some rest. But somehow his body couldn’t physically let itself relax when it knew how much work was pending. It was best — at least not worse — for him to finish it all right now and then get some rest.

So, knowing that whining would get him absolutely nowhere but later to his oh, long awaited rest, he just sighed, shifted slightly on his seat and got back to work.

Again, he lost himself in his work, not even realizing how much time had passed until he heard another knock on the door. Three quick knocks. Which was weird because he knew for a fact that everyone on the team had already left.

“Come in?” he probably should’ve asked who was there first, but he would tell them to come in no matter the answer.

When the door was opened, Hotch was left with more questions than before.

You opened it with your elbow and closed it with your hip with an ease that only someone used to doing this could master. On your right hand you had a to-go coffee cup holder with two large and definitely sugary drinks from the nearby coffee shop, and on your left you carried a large takeout bag, its smell filling the office immediately. Last but not least on the lists of surprises, you had changed from your work appropriate clothes to a much more comfortable attire: leggings, hoodie and slippers.

“What…?” he dazed, not even knowing where to begin . You bit back a laugh “The coffee, the food or the clothes? Or me?” you asked, clearly amused by his confused look. “Yes.” you actually laughed at that.

“This is iced caramel macchiato. We’ll need the sugar as much as the caffeine. These are burritos from Derek’s go-to place. I figured I’d pick something we could eat using only one hand. You know, to save time and effort. See? I, too, can think like a boss.”

“You didn’t have to.” he said, blinking. His stomach growled like it wanted to beg for your help. You rolled your eyes at him.

“When was the last time you had a proper meal? Move those papers, please?” you asked, nodding towards the mess on his desk. He complied immediately, more to help and ease the weight you carried than to agree to your little late night picnic.

“Burritos and overly-sugary coffees are barely a proper meal” he teased. You narrowed your eyes. “You survived on burnt coffee, cashews and dark chocolate bars from the vending machine for the last three days.” Instead of pointing out how much you paid attention to him – because that would’ve affected him more than you, truly – he just surrendered. “Fair enough. Now, you should go home.”

“And miss all the fun?” you asked, sitting criss crossed on the chair in front of him – no, he would not think about your flexibility – and quickly tying your hair with a red claw clip. “Besides, I have nothing else to do tonight. Hand me the straws, will you?”

He handed them a pointed look. “You should go rest. You’re not on the clock.”

“If I’m not on the clock, all your orders are just stubborn suggestions that I’ll choose to ignore. Respectfully.”

“Saying ‘respectfully’ after an insubordination doesn’t automatically make up for it.”

“You could also just say ‘thank you’.” you raised your eyebrows, inducing him to accept it. His gaze softened and the tip of his ears blushed. He didn’t have to be so stubborn all of the time.

“Thank you.” he said quietly. You wouldn’t comment on how your heartbeat raced slightly.

You grabbed a few silence and you ate in silence, apart from some comments about the food and the drink. Although he complained about the coffee being ‘too sugary for his taste’, Hotch drank the entire 16 oz in it. Being a sympathetic employee and friend, you didn’t make fun of him. But you would keep that to yourself, just in case someone decided to pick on your sweet tooth again.

The night went on with small talk, a few laughs (!!) and much paperwork. You even managed to finish it before 3 a.m. It went surprisingly smoothly for a couple of people who hadn’t been alone for months.

Hotch wouldn’t think about the circumstances of that last encounter right now, with you in front of him. And he couldn’t dare to let his eyes wonder at how those leggings hugged tightly and perfectly those full thighs of yours. He chose to ignore the stubborn thump on his chest when you laughed, the sound echoing through the empty halls of the unit while you waited for the elevator to finally go home. He was even able to keep his body from jerking in ecstasy when you held on to his arms when you lost balance because of how hard you laughed at a particularly funny joke of his (he partially blamed the sleep deprived state you were in, but he let himself be a little proud. Just a little.)

He didn’t stare for too long (after the five first minutes) at the message you sent him to let him know you got home safe and wishing you a good night. And a smiley face. 

He was nonchalant like that.

[clavica]

I've been experimenting last year to try to unfuck my life. COVID left me unemployed and with depression, which was a battle on its own and in the aftermath of it, I found myself in a place where my hobbies and interests were left untouched and under a thick layer of dust for more than three years, because fighting for survival doesn't leave much room for anything extra. To find a job and to get my mental health to so-so place was more important than drawing, cleaning or exercising. And after I finally had some mental and energy room for "something extra" I found myself not really wanting to do anything, so scrolling and mindless media consumption was taking that extra bit I fought so hard to get back and honestly, it made me miserable.

So I started to experiment around getting myself to do more than just survival. I wanted to draw, to read, to exercise, take care of myself, to learn something new. And frankly, it sucked, especially in the beginning. Getting my space cleaned regularly was a struggle. I couldn't stay on track with eating healthy and returned back to bad habits quickly. Creativity wasn't coming and anything I've made felt horrible and ugly, especially that over the years some of my skills eroded and comparing to my old art, I was doing worse...

I guess the best take away from my struggles was to if I can't get something done, is to downsize and limit.

I couldn't get myself to do one day of general cleaning, so I broke it down to 15-20 minutes of cleaning everyday before going to work. At first I used a schedule written on a fridge, then switched to an app to keep track of this and additional tasks and appointments I have, but at this point I know the roster by heart. Monday is for cleaning the stove and counters in the kitchen. Tuesday is wiping mirrors and sweeping floor. Wednesday is cleaning toilet and taking out trash. Thursday is to wipe sink and shower. Friday is free. I do laundry as needed and dishes as well. Dishwasher saved my life as I absolutely detest washing dishes.

Second thing was starting to draw everyday. I got a cheap notebook-calendar and I spend 10-15 mins drawing in it everyday. Even if it's a stick figure. Nobody will see it, and tomorrow I will have another chance to draw something else.

Exercise was the worst. I'm not w sporty person and it's catching up to me. I don't like walking when I have no aim and the weather is bad. Fitness bores me and feels pointless. During pandemic, I got a stationary bike that I was using on and off. So far I managed to put the bike in front of tv and watch Netflix while I cycle, tapping to the crave to watch something and tricking myself to not thinking that I'm exercising. I started with 20min anime episodes, one every day. Currently doing one hour long Netflix shows episodes everyday. Cliffhangers help a bit, because I want to know what happens next and I can't watch without bicycling, so gotta bicycle to know, sorry...

Diet is a problem too, since I eat everything on sight after coming back from work. So I stopped eating after 18:00 because I can't be trusted after that. Deleted all apps where I could order food and I keep in fridge water and vegetables and frozen food for lunch next day. The biggest issue is when I'm out, no rules can stop me there, but fortunately that doesn't happen often.

The last tips I might give basing on my journey:

- if something stands in the way and you can get rid of it - get rid of it

- don't underestimate doing something for fifteen minutes every day, even if it's half-assed

- fuck ups will happen, you will fuck up and that doesn't mean the times you didn't fuck up stopped counting

- it's better to focus on what you're doing now than on possible goals you have

- be kind to yourself

- be patient and don't overextend

Of course everybody is different and their journey might be different. If is, I hope you could share it, as I'm still looking for inspiration to unfuck the rest of my life.

how do u have it all. how do u workout and stretch daily and play an instrument and stay drawing and creative and inspired and have a job. i rlly believe some ppl r living this kind of beautiful and balanced life. its achievable. i think. but how. how does it all become second nature. how do you make it all habit. it feels silly to think something like my phone could be standing in the way of all of it. but maybe it is. or maybe u rlly have to be a specific type of freak person.

[study-diaries]

How To Study Multiple Subjects

As someone who had studied 4 subjects plus 2 languages and additional courses and extra curricular when i was homeschooled and in high school, obviously i got used to studying multiple subjects. It's fairly easy and interesting.

Here's the thing, multiple subjects is a blessing in disguise. It's easy to study many subjects because you have variety. Your brain loves variety. So, here's some tips...

Maintain Good Study Material

The mistake most students make is that they don't have the basic ground foundation. They don't know what's on the syllabus, how its structure is. Literally nothing. Many students i know, only search for their materials like two days before their exam and they panic. So, gather the following at the beginning of the school year/semester:

Textbooks (If you have any)

Practice papers

Previous year papers

Extra reading materials/ Reference books

If you don't have any textbooks. Go through the topics that you have and gather resources from different sources.

Different Notebooks For Every Subjects

I really don't understand the concept of using a single notebook for like 5-6 subjects. Like, you literally can't manage it. Even if you divide sections in the book, it will get confusing and sometimes the pages won't even be enough. So, just get a notebook for each subject. It will help you stay organized.

Divide Subjects.

Every subject is learnt and graded in a different way. You can’t use the same study techniques for every subject you have. You have mostly 3 types of subjects:

Memorization based

Practical/Question based

Theory/Essay based

You use different study techniques for different subjects. Memorization based subjects require more revision. Practical/Question based subjects require more practice. Theory based subjects require you to learn how to format your information.

Read up more: Division Of Subjects

Easy VS Difficult Subjects For You

Take a paper and write all your subjects. Now, draw a line and write your difficult subjects on one side and easy subjects on the other side. And then rate it from the most interesting to the most boring and categorize it. And then rank them on which ones take the same place. You'll get an idea of where you stand with your subjects and now you can study accordingly.

2 Subjects Per Day

This is the most important one i always recommend. If you're studying, then only 2 subjects per day should be taken up for it. Pair an interesting subject with a lighter one. If you hate accounts or find it difficult but you love English, then that's your combo. Make combinations and write them down. You can change them any day based on mood or you can keep them the same. It's up to you.

Standard Subject

I usually like to have at least one standard subject every day. That was accounts for me because i was so bad at it. The goal is not to ignore the subject until it is harder than usual. The goal is to study it every day. That subject must be your weakest one.

Breaks

Breaks are really necessary. I advise you to not allot a certain time limit for the break. Rather take a break when you actually feel tired. If you've worked for 2 hours straight, then you deserve an hour of rest. If you worked for just 30 mins and you feel tired, take 15 mins as your break. Divide your work time by half and that is your break time.

Subject Alignment With Energy

Your weakest subject must be done in your highest energy in order for you to grasp the actual concepts. That's the main aspect of it. Low energy = Easy subjects. High energy = Harder subjects. You have to identify your core energy grids and align your subjects accordingly.

Chunk Information

Group all your facts together. Instead of studying like everything is completely unrelated, study like it's all connected. If you want to learn something, chunk all your facts together. Create a visual chunk. Make everything related.

Use Mnemonics & Storytelling

Learn with these two. These help you to remember easily. Make stories and catchy phrases to remember points/facts. These are like the building blocks of studying anything. Stick small notes to your books writing the small stories and phrases beside the topic so the next time you want to revise it, it's easy.

Cheat Sheets

Create small cheat sheets. Write them down. No digital notes. Because you have physical copies. Make formulae sheets, theories, everything for every subject you are learning and keep them in different folders. Don't mix your sheets. You'll get overwhelmed. During revision, this will help a lot.

Fake Exams & Improvement Sheets

Create a fake exam environment. Sit on your desk with a timer, take a question paper and act as if you're actually writing the exam. Do this at least once and note everything. How much time you take to answer each question. What are your mistakes. Which section is your weakest. Note them down and most importantly, your overall improvements you should make.

For me, I did this for accounts, and it gave me so much clarity especially the improvements. I used to go through this improvement sheet before my actual exam and i did not repeat even a single mistake again. The trick is to keep updating the sheet by adding improvements from your actual exams too.

Testing At Random Times

I did this mostly during travel time. If i learnt a specific topic some time ago. And if i had nothing to do then I'd just mentally ask myself a question about that topic and answer it. Many times, even i am surprised the questions i ask, it gives a deep understanding of the topic. I used to even connect it to other concepts. Ask questions relating both. It's even better if you jump from one subject to the other.

Connect Similar Topic

Connect all your related subjects. Everything in school is somehow connected. I usually used to connect economics and business studies concepts. Sometimes even computers so... Connect them.

Practice Subjects Need More Time

Subjects like Accountancy, Physics, Chemistry, Economics, Maths need more time because they are in one way more practical. They require practice. Whether it be experiments o through sums. Invest more time in these subjects.

PYQ's

Use past year question papers because nothing shows important topics like pyq's. Note and mark the repeated questions and review them repeatedly. This really helps.

Read up more: How do you actually use previous year question papers

__________________

Hope this helps :))

[petersasteria]

Don't Have Much But I Have Love - G Dragon/Kwon Jiyong

Pairing: non-idol!Jiyong x wealthy!fem!reader Summary: all in the title.

A/N: this is for the bigbang april writing challenge! i hope you guys like it. thank you @ldydeath and @wcnderlnds for starting this amazing event! <3

Jiyong knew what he was getting into when he started dating you. He knew he had to prove himself worthy of even being in your space. Of course, your family never approved of him. In fact, you were already betrothed to someone, but when you showed no interest, your parents cancelled it.

Jiyong worked at a small shop his parents owned. They sold cheap school supplies and all the kids loved him because of his kind and welcoming nature. Due to their financial situation, Jiyong never got to finish school. He'd always read books his friends were using in class. Youngbae was always generous in lending him books and Daesung would print worksheets for Jiyong to do at home, so he wasn't left behind. His other friend, Seunghyun, worked part time at a small cafe and Jiyong would tutor him for extra cash. Who could blame him? He wanted to put into use the things he learned and he knew Seunghyun struggled a little bit academically.

In one of his visits, he met you. You were the most gorgeous girl he'd ever seen. When you walked in the cafe, everything was in slow motion and he suddenly felt a light breeze as if he were in a movie. Seunghyun looked at what Jiyong was looking at and chuckled.

"Yeah, I was smitten too." Seunghyun shook his head and nudged his friend playfully. "But please focus. She's always here, anyway."

Jiyong snapped out of it and nodded, "Okay, um, back to the quadratic equation..."

Their study session ended a few minutes later because Seunghyun had to start his shift. Already popular among the baristas and the owner, Jiyong would always receive a free drink and a free pastry that he likes. The owner didn't mind because sometimes, he would get Jiyong to work in the cafe on the weekends as a janitor because they needed extra hands.

Jiyong stayed at the cafe, enjoying his free food when he looked at you again. You were so ethereal; dressed head to toe with designer brands. You were eating alone and Jiyong knew he wanted to be with you. He just didn't know how that'll happen.

Days passed and he was still so hung up on you. He wanted to ask Seunghyun about you, but every time he was going to, he'd suddenly back out and change the topic. On one Saturday, the cafe owner asked Jiyong if he could work for them that day and Jiyong immediately agreed. Jiyong arrived on time and started working immediately. He bussed out tables quickly, swept the floors, mopped, washed the dishes, threw the trash out, and cleaned the restrooms. Just as he was wiping the trays clean, he heard a shriek coming from one of the tables. He quickly set the tray down and went to where it was coming from and was surprised to see it was from your table.

Your friend was freaking out because the drink she was drinking spilled on her. "My dress is ruined!" She cried and you shook your head slightly, wiping down the table with tissues.

"Y/F/N, it'll dry out. You won't even notice." You said calmly. "It happened to me before and I turned out perfectly fine and my dress was fine."

JIyong looked at you in awe. He had never been this close to you before. Your friend glanced at him and said, "Well, don't just stand there. Clean this whole thing up!"

"Sorry." Jiyong wiped down the table and took your friend's glass. You frowned and said, "That's not very nice."

"Yeah, he just stood there and-"

"Not him. You." You looked at her. "You shouldn't speak to anyone like that. You're rich, aren't you? I'm sure you could afford some manners."

Your friend huffed, "Excuse me? Why are you defending him? He's just a janitor."

"That still doesn't give you the right to speak to him that way. He's human." You said casually, taking a sip of your coffee.

If Jiyong wasn't in love with you before, he was now. He had never felt that way before about someone and he did everything he could to be with you.

It took guts for him to ask you out one day when you sat down on your usual table. He had just finished tutoring Seunghyun and he cleared his throat as he stood in front of you. You looked up at him and smiled.

"Hel-"

"Hi! I'm Kwon Ji-yong. I work here part time and I also work for my parents in their school supplies shop. I also tutor my friend, Choi Seung-hyun, before his shift starts at this cafe. I stopped schooling because we couldn't afford it, so now I'm just working a lot of different jobs and gigs."

You stared at him. You didn't know what to say. "I... I respect that."

"Every time I see you, my heart beats a little faster than usual and I get happy every time I see you. You're the reason I want to keep going because... well, I like you. A lot. I'd love to take you out on a date sometime, if that's alright with you." He said nervously.

You smiled and nodded, "You know it takes guts to ask someone out. Of course, I'll go on a date with you!"

That was the happiest day of Jiyong's life. He provided you with everything you wanted and needed. His parents weren't too sure of you at first, but as they got to know you, they started to change their views. Your parents, however, didn't like him at all and they never tried. That's why they betrothed you to some random chaebol that you didn't even like. Jiyong was heartbroken when he found out.

"Why don't they like me?" He cried in your arms. You hated seeing him cry.

"Honestly? They don't like your background."

"My background?" He looked at you with bloodshot eyes and sniffed. You nodded. "What does that mean?"

"It means, they don't like that you didn't finish school, they don't like that you work part time at the cafe, they don't like that you have side gigs just to get by, and they don't like that you're not from a rich family. They do, however, like that you help your parents in their shop because they think that children should help their parents' business." You explained and he nodded slowly.

A moment of silence fell on the two of you. You could only hear Jiyong's sniffles and shaky breathing. You could only rub his back in comfort. You were thankful that you were currently in his room. You didn't want his parents to worry.

"I'll finally do it." He said after a while. He looked at you with a determined look on his face, "I'll finally do it, Y/N."

You tilted your head on the side, "What do you mean?"

"I'll finish my schooling. I mean, that would mean I'd be back in freshman year of high school, but that's okay, right? At least I'll finish it. Then, while doing that, I'll continue my jobs just to get by. I don't want to ask my parents for money. I'll save up too. Then when the time comes, I'll go to college and take a business course and hopefully, I'll get a job at Samsung or something." Jiyong said with perseverance which made you smile.

"I'll be here every step of the way." You smiled.

And you were.

You were there during exam week. You were there when he passed his exams in flying colors. You were there to feed him when budget was tight and he couldn't afford to eat anything. You were there to pick him up from school so he wouldn't be late for his shift at the cafe. You were there when he finally graduated high school and you and his friends were cheering him on. As a special treat, you treated him, his family, and his friends to a meal at an expensive restaurant.

"Thank you for this, Y/N! We didn't expect to be included." Youngbae smiled.

"You're Jiyong's best friends. Of course, you're included! Please keep eating." You smiled as you passed them more food.

Jiyong was looking at you the whole time, smitten and in love. He knew then and there that he wanted to marry you. His only worry? He couldn't afford the lifestyle you were used to. Sometimes, it made him feel shitty every time you buy yourself something new from Chanel or Dior. He wanted to buy those things for you, but he couldn't; not yet. He figured he should start thinking of proposing soon or at least think about living together.

But as he looked at you smiling and laughing with his friends and taking good care of his parents, he knew he won the lottery. He may not be blessed financially, but he was blessed to have you.

Two years have passed since then and you were now living with Jiyong in a tiny apartment. Your parents have already called off the engagement with the chaebol guy and your parents disapproved of you and Jiyong living together. They've already started to like him a little bit because he finally finished high school and he's away at college, but it's not enough. Ever since you told your parents that you'd be living with Jiyong, they only said one thing: "Don't ask us for financial help."

Since then, Jiyong has been trying to make ends meet. You tried to help, but he wouldn't let you. He insisted on being the man of the house and when budget was tight, you'd sell one of your luxury bags just to get by. Jiyong disapproved, but you keep telling him that it'll come back to you, anyway.

You were waiting for Jiyong to come home. He was out looking for jobs at offices so he could get a head start while studying. Today was his birthday and you didn't want him to not celebrate it. Everything was set up. There was cake on the table, all his favorite food were lovingly cooked and prepared by you, you cleaned the entire apartment, you even had streamers hung, and a few balloons were on the ceiling. You already lit up the candles and just as you did, the power went out. You guessed Jiyong forgot to pay the electricity bill.

Jiyong entered the apartment and saw that there was no electricity. "Shit." He mumbled in the dark. "Baby?" He called out.

"I'm here!" You responded with a smile on your face. You were really excited to celebrate his birthday. He followed your voice and saw that your face was illuminated by the candles on his cake. He could even make up the food on the table.

"You did all this for me?" He asked, truly touched by your actions.

"Yeah!" You grinned. "It's your birthday after all."

He forgot it was his birthday. "Thank you." He smiled and gave you a kiss before sitting across from you. "I'm sorry about the elec-"

"Shh, we can figure it out tomorrow. Let's just make this night about you. Happy birthday, honey." You said lovingly as you held his hand on top of the table.

"Thank you." He smiled. Just as he was about to blow the candles, he stopped himself. "We wouldn't have light if I blew the candles."

"Oh, right! Thank god I have a lot of big candles." You exclaimed as you hurriedly grabbed all your candles in the bathroom.

Jiyong laughed as he heard you running around. That's when he knew. He was going to propose that night. He immediately looked around and checked his pockets for any kind of paper. When he found an old receipt in his pocket, he quickly made a ring out of it. By the time you came back, the ring was in his coat pocket and he helped you light the candles and place it at different parts of the apartment.

As soon as you were done, both of you sat down again. You looked at him and smiled, "Make a wish and blow your candles."

"I already have everything I wished for." He smiled at you, making you blush. "Though, I do wish for one more thing."

He closed his eyes and blew his candles. You gently clapped and just as you were about to serve him food, he stopped you.

"Thank you so much for everything, Y/N." He smiled.

"No probl-"

"Please let me finish." He said and you nodded. "I-I've been in love with you since the first time I saw you at that cafe. I always thought you'd end up with Seunghyun because he had a tiny crush on you too, but he said it was just a happy crush, so I pursued you. You're the most amazing woman I've ever met and I'm glad that you're my first girlfriend and I hope that you're my last."

He pulled out the paper ring he made and chuckled lightly, "I don't have much, but I have so much love for you and I promise that one day, this'll be a real diamond ring. For now, this'll have to do. Y/N, my everything, will you marry me?"

You smiled as tears clouded your vision, "The diamonds I have don't compare to this one, Ji. I'd marry you with paper rings over and over again. Yes, I'll marry you!"

He went over to your side and slipped the paper ring on your ring finger as you shared a loving kiss.

"Best birthday ever." He smiled as he mumbled the words on your lips.

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A/N: AAAAAH this has been my idea for a long time and I used the writing challenge as an opportunity to write it!

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jiyong taglist: @loveesiren @aizshallnotbefound

[keirareidss]

don't you forget about me - s.r

♡ summary: spencer gets amnesia after an injury in the field.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

Your shoes clicked as you speed walked through the hospital. You'd gotten a call from Penelope who told you that Spencer was in the hospital after a bad hit to the head. You brushed past doctors and nurses, finally making it to room 310 where Spencer probably sat alone in a hospital bed.

You pushed the door open, spotting Morgan sitting in a chair by the bed. You let out a little sigh of relief, glad that there had been someone here to keep him company. You can't take it anymore, rushing over to him.

"Oh, god, Spencer, are you alright? Are you in pain?" You stand next to his bed, leaning into his space and cupping his jaw, pushing back his hair with your other hand to inspect the stitched up cut on his temple. "I was so worried, but you were great out there." You sat on the bed next to his legs. "You took down the unsub all by yourself." You smiled, still worried for his health.

"Do I know you?" You freeze, smile still on your face, your expression turning more confused.

"Oh, funny joke, Spence. Ha ha." You teased, but there was slight worry in your eyes.

"I don't- are you JJ's friend?" Your smile slowly dropped off your face as you glanced back at Morgan, your face filling with fear. You turned back to Spencer.

"Honey, what day is it?"

"Uh, Monday I think. The 24th of October." He answers.

"And what year?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just what year is it Spencer?" You asked frantically.

"2004."

"Oh god." You gasped, getting up from the bed and putting a hand over your mouth as you turned you back to him.

"Okay, hey, it's alright." Morgan, who had been silent in shock, got up from his chair, rushing to comfort you.

"He doesn't remember any of the last four years, it is not alright!"

"Just calm down. I'll go get a doctor, the rest of the team will be here soon, just take a breath." You comply, breathing deep. "Here, sit down, I'll be right back." He guides you to a chair while Spencer watches confused from his place in the hospital bed. You rest your face in your hands, your elbows on your knees as the door shuts behind Derek.

"I'm sorry that I don't remember you." Spencer speaks quietly. You stay silent repeating the same sentence in your head over and over. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Please.

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"He does have a significant case of post-traumatic retrograde amnesia." The doctor confirms.

"Can it be treated?" You asked, JJ sitting next to you rubbing your back comfortingly.

"With time and reaffirmation he should recover most of his memories." The doctor nodded. You would get him to remember, you vowed. You were going to make him remember you.

Over the next few weeks, you visited him almost every day, staying as late as you could until the doctors had to practically drag you out. You sat by his bed, telling him the history of your relationship. How your first date was to a museum, he told you about every single piece of artwork and you had to convince the manager to let you stay an hour past closing which you would have felt bad about if Spencer hadn't been so adorable when he rambled.

You told him about how for your anniversary you took him to Greece to see the Archaeological site of Mycenae and afterwards, you both went back to the hotel, ordered pizza, and he let you show him a bunch of trashy rom-coms.

You told him about how when you got shot in the field and you had to stay home for a few months he took care of you. He made sure you rested, he made you dinner nearly every night, he took extra days off from work to stay and take care of you, and when he had to go on cases he made sure to text you every hour and call you every night. You told him everything you could think of about the two of you.

Like now, where you sat in the chair beside his bed as he ate jello. You'd brought him some jello when this all started and he'd been so adorably confused about how you knew what he liked.

"I can't believe I did that." Spencer blushes, embarrassed, after you told him the story of how he accidentally started a fire in your kitchen while trying to make you breakfast after your first night together.

"It was really sweet." You smiled. You both fell into a comfortable silence, the hum of the hospital machines acting as background noise. You were quiet, inspecting your nails until Spencer spoke up.

"This is gonna sound weird but… Can- can you kiss me?"

"What, like in a fairy tale? Like… like suddenly you remember everything because of true love's kiss?" You teased.

"True love? Do you love me?"

"…of course I do. I've loved you since the day we met. Actually that's a lie. I just like to tell you that because it sounds romantic. I did like you the first time we met but how could I not? You were this adorable little nerd, following Gideon around like a lost puppy. But the day I knew that I loved you was when you asked me to this Russian movie. You were whispering the translations to me but I wasn't even paying attention because you were next to me. We went out for ice cream after and you switched sides with me on the sidewalk so I was on the inside. It was something about that kind of made it click for me. I just knew I loved you. You were everything I ever wanted. And now you don't even remember me." You sighed in defeat, sniffling as you looked down at your lap, tears springing behind your eyes.

"Spring on Zarechnaya street." Spencer murmurs. You look up, confused. "The movie. It was Spring on Zarechnaya street. And… afterwards I bought you… black cherry ice cream. You dropped half of it on the sidewalk." He chuckles at the memory and then glances at you. Your eyes are wide, wet with tears, and you started at him shocked.

"Wha- you…?"

"I don't remember everything but some things are coming back." Spencer explains. You sniffle, wiping under your eyes.

"What else do you remember?"

"Just little things. Like... the time you fell asleep on me on the jet." You chuckled a bit.

"Which time?" You joked, making him smile.

"And I remember when we drove up to woodbridge for the weekend." Your smile grows wide and you lurch forward, pulling him into a hug.

"My Spencer's coming back." You joked. He chuckled, hugging you back. You pulled back to look in his eyes. "Just don't forget about me again."

a/n: I know this probably isn't how amnesia works but let's not talk about that :)

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scars that never healed. - s.r. - chapter 3

a/n - hi guys i had an awful day today but hopefully yall enjoy. please comment your thoughts. love yall

warnings - none really. bitter!spencer, angst, lily and derek friendship, maybe some cussing. let me know if i missed something.

Once Hotch dismissed the team, they all staggered out of the roundtable room. Spencer ensured he was the last one out, not in his usual spot next to Lilith.

Truth is, yeah, he has been avoiding her. He’s doing it for a good reason. Or at least that’s what he’s telling himself.

He came to this realization when he was at Lilth’s house yesterday. Every time Spencer got close, everything got ruined. It blew up in his face. His mother won’t take the pills that will help her get better. Meave got killed right in front of him. And if one thing is for damn sure, he cannot lose the one person that has been getting him though all of this.

Spencer cannot lose Lilith. He cannot even think about it. So, he thought the best idea was to push her away. Maybe if they’re far enough away from each other, neither of them will be around for the explosion.

He made a beeline for his desk and grabbed his go bag, which he kept under his desk. He could hear Lily behind him.

“Spence?” She spoke in that soft voice she always uses while around Spencer. A small part of him was enraged that she was talking to him because he would only have to work harder to shut her out.

“Yes?” He asked, shoving a few extra things in his duffle bag.

“Are you okay?” She questioned. Spencer could tell that she‘s concerned, but it is fueling the fire inside him even more.

“I’m fine,” He said, not turning around.

“Spence... " she responded, her tone softer than ever. Lily reaches out and places a warm, familiar hand on his shoulder.

He freezes. He doesn’t let many people touch him, even in passing. Lilith was different, that was until now.

Spencer shrugs off her touch and spins around so fast that he feels like he will fall into his desk chair.

“Don’t call me that. Don’t touch me.” He looked into her eyes, which were rigid, cold, and unmoving. Lilith stared at him with confusion, hurtfulness, and a tad bit of fear.

They stood there momentarily, staring at each other; the tension eating them alive. Eventually, Spencer pushes past her without another word and hits her with his shoulder.

Lilith stood there temporarily, her eyes not moving from where Spencer had stood only moments ago. She felt a sob well up in her throat, and she tried her best to swallow it down. She tried to ignore the few tears that slipped out, but she grabbed her things and left the scene.

She walked to the plane silently and tried not to even look at Spencer, sitting in the spot they usually sat in together. She walked past him without saying anything, swallowing the lump in her throat yet again, and sat in a random corner far away from everyone.

This wasn’t uncommon on the jet; if you sit by yourself and look like you don’t want to be talked to, you usually will get left alone. Typically, people just read books or slept, but Lily’s throat felt tight right now. She thinks if she opens her mouth, she’ll erupt into tears.

She took yet another steadying breath. Why is this affecting you so much? This is so stupid. So what? Spencer gets mad at you once, and you’re going to cry? She chants in her head.

Lily sighed and looked out of the window, ignoring the pair of eyes she felt on the back of her neck, which she knew most definitely belonged to Spencer.

It takes all her power not to turn around. The sadness has quickly faded, only to be replaced by anger and annoyance. What is his problem?

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, letting all her thoughts fade away, and she finally drifts off to sleep.

A few hours later, the jet landed in Minneapolis. Spencer stood up and grabbed the bag for the overhead. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Lilith fast asleep in her seat. He wanted to walk over to her, tuck the hair on her face behind her ear, wake her up gently, and give her a warm smile. He ended up standing there and staring at her until his gaze was broken by Derek standing in front of her.

“Chicka, wake up.” He chuckled while gently shaking her shoulder.

“Hm?” Lilith asked as she fluttered her eyes open.

“We landed.” He said, giving her that signature charming smile. She smiled back with her warm and inviting one. Yet a fake one. One that hid the pain inside of her.

“Oh.” She sits up some more and rubs the sleep out of her eyes.

“You okay there, hot stuff?” He chuckled, and his touch lingered on her shoulder.

“Yeah, sweetie. Just didn’t sleep too well last night.” She joked back.

Spencer stopped. He was trying and failing to listen in on subtly. He felt like all the air was sucked out of his lungs. Sweetie? He thought to himself. It felt unnatural coming from her mouth, especially while talking to Derek.

He felt his blood boil for a reason he didn’t know himself. Jealousy. Lilith watched as he stormed off the plane and looked back to Derek in confusion.

They both look back at each other, and Derek is the first one to speak.

“What is up with him?” He asked. Lily sighed.

“I have no idea.”

[norrisjpg]

hands to myself

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summary: in which, lando is a little nervous about the beginning of his world championship campaign, but he's got his favourite lucky charm there with him to keep his head in check.

content: tooth-aching fluff, insecurities, mentions of alcohol and drugs, physical touch is lando's love language (i'm convinced!!) 

pairing: lando norris x fem!oc

rora's thoughts: hi everyone! this is officially the first part of the 'open arms' series, even though i published 'cool about it' before this (oops!) - but the saudi arabian grand prix had your girl in some type of (devastated) way, so that's to blame for my blip in better judgement. anyway, i hope you enjoy, and don't forget to comment, i love reading your thoughts!!

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METAPHORICALLY, lando norris had turned into a fucking turtle over the past few hours - hiding under a solid exterior, to shield the soft emotions and nerves that had been building up from the world.

it was early on sunday morning, the day of the australian grand prix, and lando was on pole, what better place to be starting from?

but he was getting in his head, overthinking and borderline spiralling into an abyss of anxiety. this season was supposed to be his season, and he was desperate not to fuck it up, not that he'd fucked up last year - second in the drivers' championship when he'd only won for the first time that year was pretty good, right?

it was oscar's home race, so he knew that the australian would be extra determined to snatch the win from him today and take the lead in the drivers' standings - but lando wasn't going to let that happen, right?

"lando, you awake?" the familiar voice called softly through the door, knocking briefly afterward.

"yeah," the british driver yawned, rubbing his eyes as lily entered the bedroom. “come in.”

the door glided open, revealing the tired and slightly dishevelled model, not completely awake from her slumber quite yet.

“good morning, lils.” lando spoke softly, a sleepy smile on his face.

“morning, lan.” lily yawned, covering her mouth and padding into the room, before clambering onto the bed with him. “how are you feeling about today?”

“good, yeah, good.” he nodded, not sure why he was even trying to lie to her.

“you’re a shit liar,” she mumbled, rolling over so she was closer to him, still facing him. “so, tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours.”

lando was blushing before she’d even finished the sentence, his cheeks flushing an adorable pink and the tips of his ear ringing red. a shy smile spreads across his face and he briefly avoided eye contact with her.

“i— i’m just nervous, that’s all.” the driver brushed it off, shaking his head. “i’m just being silly, don’t worry about me.”

“but you know i do.” she said lowly, bringing a hand up to muddle with his curls. “so come on, spill.”

“what if i fuck it up and lose the lead?” he mumbled, sighing quietly. “this is supposed to be my year, and i really don’t want to mess it up.”

“you’re not going to,” lily reassured him, tracing a finger down the side of his face and across his jaw. “you put it on pole yesterday, correct?”

“yeah, but—”

“—ah, ah. you put it on pole yesterday, yes?”

god, she knew him too well for his own good — she way the girl had quickly tilted his chin upward, toward her, when he’d looked down and muttered his cut-short response.

“yeah.” he mumbled, sounding slightly defeated when she interrupted him, but he knew she was right in what she was implying.

“so you’re the fastest, lan.” she nodded, gently tugging on the curls at the nape of his neck. “stop doubting yourself, you’ve worked hard on your starts and it will have paid off, i promise.”

“but you don’t know that.” he said quietly.

“no, you’re right, i don’t.” lily agreed, speaking gently to him. “but i believe in you, and you should too, you know?”

“i know.” he huffed, placing his hands on her back and running them up and down.

“i hate it when you’re like this.”

“like what?” lando furrowed his eyebrows, frowning a little.

“when you’re hard on yourself, i don’t understand how you don’t see what i see.” she told him honestly. “lando norris, you are going to win today, you hear me? even if you don’t— which isn’t going to happen, i’ll be proud of you anyway.”

a smile finally graced his lips, “how do you always know what to say?”

“i know you better than you think.”

• • • •

THE GARAGE was buzzing, humming with the possibility of leading both championships. yes, it was a shame oscar wouldn’t finish on the podium, but well… he shouldn’t have been chasing his teammate, should he?

“lando norris, wins the australian grand prix — and takes the championship lead from max verstappen!”

the venue erupted in papaya cheers and screams, hugging and celebrating lando’s dominant win at albert park. she wasn’t surprised, she knew he could do it, but it didn’t mean she wasn’t emotional.

she was in awe, stood at the forefront of the barriers when he hopped out of the car victoriously — jon had made sure she was there, his claim being that lily was and always had been lando’s ‘reset button’ or his ‘mediator.’

so there she was, proud and practically beaming with joy as he hurried over to her. within moments, his arms were around her and his lips were on her cheek, whispering sweet words of affection.

“i’d hate to say i told you so,” she giggled softly, after hearing his murmured thanks for believing in him. "but, i did say—"

"shut up," lando laughed softly, breath fanning across her face. "see you in the garage later, you'll be watching me on the podium, yeah?"

"as always." lily nodded with a sweet smile, kissing his cheek this time, leaving him with a pink hue on his expression — disguised by his already sweaty face.

of course she was there, underneath the podium, admiring him as he stood tall with the steering-wheel-inspired trophy wearing a huge grin on his face. lando, obviously, looked for her in the crowd — it was like she was his girlfriend or something, instead of his best friend — and sent her a cheeky wink.

but, her favourite part about the whole ordeal, was the post-race glow he'd carry when he swaggered back into the garage, which always gleamed a little brighter and looked a little cockier when he'd just podiumed — let alone won, and was leading the championship.

"hi." she'd smiled, tilting her head up when he'd approached her, hot and sweaty and dripping with expensive champagne.

"hi pretty girl." lando mumbled, leaning down and burying his head in her shoulder while he hugged her.

"lando!" she practically shrieked, feeling the slightly warm liquid seep through her white shirt.

"what?" he laughed lowly, pulling back but leaving his hands planted firmly on the dips of her hips.

"my top." she sighed, gesturing down to the now practically transparent material sticking to her skin, the outline of her lace bra easily visible to the naked eye.

"oh." he said out loud, eyes shamelessly trailing to her chest, brows raising as his gaze zeroed in on the curve of her breasts. "i'll get you something to... cover up."

"thankyou." lily nodded, not failing to notice the way his eyes lingered for a little too long — but she knew that if she pointed it out, the response she'd get would probably make her melt into a puddle.

it was around seven when the pair left the track together, heading back to their hotel together, lily sporting lando's twojeys quarter-zip he'd worn to albert park in the morning.

the sun was setting and the air was just about warm enough, but not warm enough for lando to refrain from complaining he was cold.

"well, if you could stay out of my personal space, you wouldn't be cold, would you?" lily retorted to his groan of being cold, and how it was going to affect his performance, jokingly of course.

"not fair, you know i can't keep my hands to myself around you."

"maybe you should learn to," she shrugged, sending him a sickly-sweet grin. "not that i don't like it."

"oh, you like it do you?" lando teased, slipping an arm around her shoulders as they approached the car.

"shut up."

"besides, wouldn't want you to show the goods off to everyone else, would i?"

lily audibly laughed, "you're such a perv."

• • • •

THE SOFT LIGHT of their hotel room reflected the affectionate giggles and gentle compliments being exchanged between the pair. the lights were off, curtains open to allow the fading sunlight to creep across the carpet and onto their practically entwined bodies.

"but seriously, you need to stop doubting yourself," lily mumbled, body actually on top of his, lando's knee slotted between her legs as she lay over him. "i mean it, lan."

"yeah, yeah." the british driver brushed it off. "don't you worry that pretty little head of yours with me."

"but i do," she nodded, fighting for her life to not give in and blush. "and don't disregard my worry because it's completely valid — you drive round at two-hundred miles-per-hour and expect me to be cool about it?"

"i forget you actually care about me sometimes."

"hey, i don't want to lose my favourite person." lily frowned. "also, who on earth would pay the rent then?"

"i'm going to ignore that last part." he mused, shaking his head gently. "favourite person, huh?"

the girl simply nodded, moonlight having taken over from the sunlight previously filling the room — a soft yawn signalling it was definitely her bedtime or past it.

"i'm honoured," lando whispered, lips kissing her temple affectionately. "goodnight lils."

"goodnight, lan."

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[hannahsturniolo]

ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ʜɪᴍ

Warnings: smut, cheating, p in v, caught, kissing, dry humping

Summary: you find out Matt has been cheating on you, and Chris takes this as an opportunity to shoot his shot.

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It’s 6am, you hear Matt shuffling around to get his things packed. He’s leaving for a few days for a collab he’s been looking forward to.

You sat up in bed.

“Goodmorning beautiful” Matt whispers as he leans down to give you a soft kiss.

You smiled.

You were sad he was leaving, but you were proud of him. He’s been looking to collab with more people from LA and around the LA area to work on his own socials.

“Okay baby, I’m leaving… I love you and we’ll see you in 3 days, text me if you need anything.” Matt leans down one more time to give you a kiss goodbye.

You were watching the triplets videos to comfort you and to listen to Matt’s voice, and you drifted back off to sleep.

You wake back up at 11am, you never sleep in like this. You rolled over to grab your phone, and seen you had many dm’s from a girl you didn’t know.

Your heart dropped when you seen Matt’s name in her message.

“Hey girl, I know you don’t know me, but I just wanted to ask you if you and Matt have split up. He told me you weren’t together anymore.. but you still have pictures posted with him. I just wanted to make sure.”

Your heart sank, and you felt a pit in your stomach like you were going to be sick. But you also didn’t want to believe it since fans can go to the extreme when it comes to Matt.

You didn’t reply right away.

You knew Matt had his extra phone in his bed side table logged in to all his socials. You pulled up Instagram, and typed her name in messages to see what would pop up.

Her name popped up.

“What the fuck” you said out loud.

You read some of their messages.

“Well I’ll be in LA tomorrow if you wanted to go out on a date.”

He sent that message to her.

She replied back:

“So you don’t have a girlfriend? You’re not dating Y/N anymore?”

He replied back:

“No we broke up a few weeks ago.”

Well this was news to you, you were clearly still together. Matt never broke it off with you.

You replied to her message telling her you were still together.

You didn’t even bother calling or texting Matt, you were so upset.

You started sobbing. Sobbing so loud that Nick came to your door.

You heard a light knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called out between sobs.

“It’s Nick babe, what’s wrong?” He said all worried as he walked in your room. “Matt will be back in 3 days, Chris and I are here with you, you’ll never be alone.”

You looked up at Nick as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“Nick… he cheated on me. He’s meeting up with a girl in LA while he’s there” you cried as your head dropped between your knees and into your hands.

Nick said nothing. He walked over and just hugged you while you sobbed.

~~~~~~

𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳.....

You finally had the courage to get up and get dressed. You threw on a black crop top, and your black leggings, put on some boots and got in your car to go see a friend.

You went out to lunch with a friend, and told her all about it.

You received a message from Matt.

“Hey baby, I just wanted to let you know I got to LA safely”

You just stared at your phone. You were considering not answering but you didn’t want him to suspect anything since you wanted to confront him when he was home in 3 days.

“Glad you made it babe. Have fun🩷”

You replied just staring at your phone with tears in your eyes.

~~~~~~

You pulled back into the driveway.

As you were getting out of the car, you looked at your phone and seen a text from Nick.

“I’m going to the store, do you need anything while I’m out?”

You texted him back saying that you were fine, and you didn’t need anything.

Chris’s car was the only one in the driveway, so you knew he was home.

You opened the front door, put down your purse, keys and your Starbucks coffee, and went over to the fridge to grab a snack.

You felt a pair of hands come up behind your waist, and felt lips come up to your neck.

You got scared and turned around quickly.

“Chris…. What are you doing?” You said as he backed up a little.

“I heard about what Matt did” he said looking into your eyes. “Nick told me… what a piece of shit”

He would not let go of eye contact, he didn’t look away, and took a few steps forward to be right in front of you.

“You don’t deserve that, Y/N” Chris said softly as he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear.

He went in to go kiss you on the lips, but you turned your head to the side, allowing him to kiss you on the cheek instead.

“Chris… i need to go upstairs. I need to unwind from such a crazy day.” You said moving past him.

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𝘋𝘢𝘺 3 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦).....

It was 8am, you got a text from Matt.

“Hoping on the plane now baby; see you in a few hours.”

You looked at the text and never replied.

You kept thinking about Chris. Thinking about how much butterflies you got when he came up behind you and kissed him on the neck.

You got up out of bed and had an idea.

You threw on a red lingerie set under your silk pyjamas.

You knocked on Chris’s door.

“Hello?” He called out, as he got up to answer the door.

He opened the door just a crack and stood there feeling his heart pounding in his ears.

“Can I come in?” You asked him shyly.

“Of course, come on in” he said as he opened the door wider so you could go in his room.

You sat in the love seat that he had in the right corner of his room, and he went to go lay back down on his bed.

“So why did you want to come see me?” He asked nervously.

“Well I- uh I was thinking about what happened between us the other day…” you said looking down, very quiet.

You got up and gently walked over to the bed.

“And I realized that I do.. um- want you.” You said making insane eye contact with him.

His heart dropped. He’s had a crush on you for years, but when it came to dating, Matt beat him to it.

You always deep down also had a crush on Chris, but you were with Matt.

You considered yourself a single girl. Matt can do it why can’t I?

You got onto the bed and straddled him.

You felt him breathing heavy.

You were looking down at him, when he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a long deep passionate make out session.

You were getting so turned on. You started rocking your hips back and forth as you pulled off your shirt feeling his clothed rock hard cock against your clothed clit.

“Woah… you’re wearing lingerie for me?” He breathed out.

You shook your head and smiled as you continued to kiss him.

He pulled away for a quick second to say “are you sure about all of this?”

“I’m so sure Chris, I- I need you right now” you moaned out as you leaned back in.

You felt his cock twitch when you said that.

You were pulling at the hem of his shirt signaling for him to take it off.

He pulls his shirt over his head.

You run your hands up and down his body. Trying to feel every inch of his upper body.

You rocking back and forth on him was causing a friction that just felt so good, that you already felt like you were going to cum. So you stopped yourself.

You got off of Chris.

He got on top of you, pulling down your pants and realizing you had a whole lingerie set on.

“You look gorgeous” he breathed out looking down at you.

He came down onto you, starting to give you sloppy kisses on your neck.

He kissed all down your body, admiring all your curves.

He got down in between your legs.

He pushed your panties to the side, and started to rub lazy circles on your clit.

He looked up at you, as you threw your head back on the pillow and let out a quiet moan.

“You deserve to feel so good baby. You don’t need a man that treats you like that. You deserve to be worshipped.” Chris said looking up at you with his beautiful blue eyes while continuing to rub lazy circles on your clit.

He then lowered himself, putting his face between your thighs.

He started to lick up and down on your clit cause your body to jolt at the contact.

“Relax baby, it’s okay. I got you. I’m going to make you feel so good” he whispered gently up at you.

You let out some soft moans as he worked on the lower half of your body.

He was massaging your thighs as he was sucking on your clit.

You felt your orgasm reaching very quickly.

“C-Chris. I’m going to cum” you moaned out.

He continued the same rhythm as he feels you twitching. He was holding your thighs in place.

As you were coming down from your high, you looked down at Chris.

“I need you in me”

He did not hesitate one bit.

He sat up, getting his whole body between your legs.

He gave his dick a few strokes before lining himself up at your entrance.

He pushes your panties to the side again.

He slowly pushes in, and you let out a moan in pleasure.

He pushes all the way in, and starts to move in and out pretty quickly.

He reaches down and starts passionately kissing you. His kisses were getting sloppy, you knew he was enjoying this as much as you were.

You reach down between your legs rubbing your clit for extra stimulation.

You hear the door fly open.

“What the fuck!!!!” Matt screamed.

He ran over to the bed, pushing Chris right off of you.

“Why the fuck are you on my girl??” He yelled as you sat up, heart racing in your chest.

You didn’t think he’d be home this early. You looked over at the clock beside you, and sure enough it was the time he was supposed to be home. You lost track of time, you were so caught up in the pleasure that you forgot about Matt coming home.

Chris stood up and walked right up to Matt.

“Why would you cheat on your girl Matt? Answer that” Chris yelled.

Matt’s heart dropped.

Matt looked over at you, and you started to historically cry.

“What do you mean cheat on my girl Chris??” He barked back.

“Y/N got a message from a girl in LA, she told Nick and Nick came and told me right away. She doesn’t deserve that man.” Chris yelled.

As Chris was putting on his pants, Matt shoved him.

You stood up. “Matt, stop” you yelled.

Matt turned to you, and you had tears streaming down your face.

He stopped.

“I came on to Chris. I’m the one that initiated this. I heard you cheated, and I was so upset and came to Chris’s room this morning.” You said in between sobs.

His eyes soften.

“I’m sorry baby…” Matt whispered.

“I deserve someone who’s not going to cheat on me. I deserve way better than this.” You looked at Matt with glossy eyes. “I knew Chris was going to treat me good today, so that’s why I came to his room. You can’t blame Chris.”

“It takes 2 to tango baby.. you and Chris made the choice to do this” Matt replied back.

“Then why did you cheat Matt?” You barked back.

Chris just stood there, quiet. Not knowing what to do.

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I was showering today and came up with this thought, and knew I had to write about it lol. Let me know what you think

[the-s1lly-corner]

"Sneekly jumps into the Dandys world fandom and asks*... Bassie x fem picnic basket reader-

*Also bites you on the hands for no reason*

Bassie x picnic basket!reader

writing some requests really quick before i get back to fic writing! yay! sorry it took a few days to get to this (and other bassie requests), i wanted a minute to really look at her personality to try to figure her out! woo! notes: fem toon reader, picnic head, pre game, bassie is STRESSING, but she does indeed like you i promise shes just... got something on her mind...., written on computer, possible ooc due to still figuring out how i wanna write bassie cws: brief touch on bassies fear of being replaced and stuff but its in passing

a basket with the fear of being replaced, hanging around another basket... definitely in the beginning thats going to cause some issues- even if she doesnt think youll take her place as a main toon you can at least see her worry of you being her total replacement... even if youre not the same kind of basket

its the fact youre so similar that scared her, and if she can be honest theres still some of that fear clinging to her even after so much reassuring from you that you dont intend to take her status

youre a normal toon. you wont really get to know first hand what its like being a main but you can tell the role is eating her alive- its a lot to take on and work with and its stressful. it makes her feel... worse. she feels like she doesnt have any real direction with who she is and the pressure is making her spiral. youre going to need to pull her out of that mindset as best as you can to keep any resentment to others (and to herself) from building. unspoken feelings can get really nasty if theyre left alone-- you offering a shoulder for her to vent does ease some of that tension

even if only temporarily...

if youre not an easter toon being separated for a whole year is rough on both of you- especially bassie since youre not around to just... be there. she tries her best to hide it but shes definitely in a worse state each time easter rolls around

but on a lighter note!

youre both perfect for planning dates- you both have the ability to carry some extra items in your heads so dates that involve a little set up or surprise are handled with a lot more ease! she handles the decor and location, you bring the food and anything else thats needed- plates, cups, picnic blanket and so on!

she likes weaving flowers into your head, if your material allows for it... matching flowers... she likes making flower crowns for you too even if they fit a little awkward on your head

[papermonkeyism]

Once again playing around with Xaranthras's markings, because his resting bitchface didn't look bitchy enough. Some good old under eye stripes to help! Also pondering if a teeny bit of a dark-ish gradient on the snoot would look good.

I'm currently enjoying an extra long weekend at my parents' place (I'm on strike), and I think I'm feeling almost like myself again. Look, I'm thinking with doodles again! I'm wanting to draw, and I'm actually doing it too! The wonders what increasing amount of daylight, getting enough sleep for once and some semblance of a financial stability can do for you.

Anyway. Mr bitchface, now with even more bitchfaceness.

[mangyraccooon]

Wanting in advance no medical stuff here has been fact checked

Dragon doesn’t tell Sabo.

He should, given that they are just starting to tentatively reconcile from.. well… the whole marineford/memories back thing.

Sabo hasn’t forgiven him yet, not that Dragon thinks he’s being unreasonable for it. But it aches all the same, seeing the boy who is almost his own look at him with such betrayal.

“How could you leave luffy alone?!”

Dragon writes a letter for him instead, he writes letters to several people.

He has a secondary deal, not with law but shanks. If the surgery goes wrong or doesn’t work.

Dragon does not wish to spend the next few years as a prisoner in his own body.

Luffys letter takes the longest and is simultaneously the shortest. Its paper is also the most tear stained.

The day of his surgery he goes to Sabo, chickens out on giving the boy a hug and pats his shoulder. “I want you to know that…”

That I consider you my son

That I am so proud of you

That I love you

“That I don’t need you to forgive me.”

Sabo is a little perplexed but lets it go when his name is called.

Iva is holding his hand as he goes under.

“Hey sunshine~”

Dragon grimaces, pressing a hand to his forehead and attempting to sit up. A hand presses on his chest gentle but firm.

“Ahh nope gotta stay reclined for a bit longer. No trying to talk either”

Dragon is almost certain his jaw is wired shut at this point. It feels almost cemented together. He cracks an eye, catching a glimpse of flaming red hair.

Shanks does a jazz hand, smiling brightly. “Congrats big guy! Surgery was a resounding success! The rest is up to you.”

Back on the stupid bed, dragon raises a hand and when no interference comes. Gently touches his jaw and neck. He can feel his face flushing as he realizes that his jaw has not been wired shut at all. Instead there is a small piece of tape over his mouth.

How embarrassing.

5 minutes pass.

Dragon is out of his mind bored, dear gods he supposed to be here for another 4 weeks! Why didn’t he bring a book?

Because bringing a book meant he had hope. And Dragon hadn’t had something like that in a while.

Luckily for whatever reason, shanks who is still in his room.. pulls out scrabble.

“Bet you can’t beat me!” He exclaims, in only slight artificial cheer.

Two hours later, dragon is contemplating murder.

He’d be less angry if he could voice any of his displeasure but he’s still relegated to death stares and violent hand gestures.

T H A T I S N O T A W O R D’ He painstakingly finger spells at the redhead menace.

He can’t actually be sure if shanks knows sign or if he’s just so used to the conversation that he answers in stride. “Sexscapades is totally a word! Everyone who’s experienced them knows.” He gives a raunchy wink.

U C A L L I N G M E A V I R G I N?’

Shanks holds up his hand, “hey hey, don’t have go throwing the big V around. I’m just saying you might be a little inexperienced compared to some.”

That moment the door opens and Law steps through. “How is the patient?” He asks dry as sawdust and about as charming.

K I L L H I M O R I W I L L’

“Good to know your brain hasn’t short circuited.” Law replies blandly, “Red hair? Get the hell out.”

Shanks did leave, muttering and mumbling about bullies and lack of comedic sense. Once the nuisance was out of the room. Law pulled up a chair, much like a stereotypical youth pastor would.

“So surgery was good, no talking for the next couple days. Then we can start you on speech therapy. We’ve got you hooked up to several different IVs to get your body out of its current pitiful state.

After the IVs we are gonna be giving you lots of protein drinks, essentially slowly working our way through the food pyramid while providing you with the most carbs possible. If all goes well you will leave here with a voice and a few extra pounds”

Dragon nods, more to show he’s paying attention than anything.

“Ivan said they will drop by again in a couple days, hopefully the day we get that tape off.” Law checks his watch. “Shall I send the Redheaded step child back in or?”

The horrifying realization that the only company Dragon will have for the next week is Shanks, seeps in slowly.

He hangs his head in despair.

Week 1; Dragon has never been so thankful to be able to open and close his mouth without interference.

He clicks his teeth together several times l, then his tongue. Rolls his jaw trying to remember how exactly his teeth should fit together.

“How does it feel?” Iva frets, fluttering around him. “Are you in any pain?”

Dragon swallows, for the first time without painkillers and finds.. there isn’t an ache. He lets out a shakey breath, mouthing familiar words.

His first word would be profound or perhaps sentimental. Something about Luffy or the cause.

“I’m so proud!!!” Shanks wails, “baby is gonna say his first words! Someone get me a snail!!!”

And so Dragons first words are.

“Sexscapades is not a fucking word.”

That gets everyone’s attention. Shanks even falls over, although it was mainly from laughter.

“Dragon..” Iva looks close to tears. “Oh!” He swoops in and shoves Dragon into their voluptuous breasts.

“Iva..” Dragons voice is shaky a little pitchy, but most definitely his. He pats his friends arm. “It’s ok, don’t cry.”

His own eyes may be misting over.

That night Dragon is wide awake whispering into the empty room. Names, places, anything and everything.

Tears run down his cheeks as he begins to hum an old lullaby. The same one he sang to Luffy every night.

Week two:

Dragon is dying, not of the ‘throat therapy’ as Shanks had so eloquently dubbed it, but of the fucking protein shakes.

God he never wants to see beige liquid ever again.

The only reason he keeps drinking is because Law has threatened him with an enema.

Between the therapy and shakes Dragon spends most of the time napping. Something about his body taking time to recover. Who knew all those late nights and getting little to no sleep was detrimental to his health?

When he isn’t napping or doing vocal stuff and getting his throat poked at. Dragon is stuck primarily with Shanks.

Who wasnt as previously assumed there for Dragon at all and actually here doing a detox because 1. Shanks did actually want to live past 50 and 2. Because and these were Laws words ‘by god your lucky your liver hasn’t imploded and you need a kidney transplant’

And of course being the only two people on the tang who are patients and also the closest in age. Dragon and Shanks end up hanging out.

Right now however Shanks is in withdrawals. Dragon can’t say he’s doing a better job of comforting him than shanks did the week previous.

Right now The redhead is pale, clammy and very sweaty. Looking at Dragon through bloodshot eyes that seem to have trouble focusing.

“Tell me a story.” He whines, like a child wanting comfort.

This ain’t the first time he’s asked, but Dragon indulges him Nonetheless.

Two days later Shanks is in the worst of it, his body spasming at times.

“Either he powers through or he doesn’t.” Law remarks indifferently when Dragon shares his concerns.

The older man regards him. “Anyone ever tell you, you’re a bit of an ass?”

Law gives him a sardonic smile and rooms away.

“Hhhey you.” Shanks tries for his signature smile but it falls flat as Dragon takes his seat beside the bed.

“You look like shit.”

“Pott meeeet kettt- kettle.” Shanks arm shakes as he brushes back oily hair. “I still weaaar it better.”

Dragon may or may not be growing in a patchy beard due to lack of a razor.

“Do you want a story?” He asks.

“Tha-at would be… nice.” Shanks sighs.

The start of the third week Shanks fever breaks and while he’s no longer experiencing spasms, he is still very weak. His hand seems to have an intermittent tremor.

Dragon finally gets to have actual food! Well, softened food mostly but still!

He stealthily passes off his chicken soup to Shanks however. He has had enough of that shit for two lifetimes.

He and shanks develop a sort of routine that involves going on walks around the tang, shanks with a cane or walker and Dragon beside him.

Like a pair of doddering old fools at the retirement home.

It’s Shanks who makes the correlation and Dragon laughs so hard he almost ends up on the floor.

In better news it’s his last week of official vocal therapy. He still has exercises he has to do on his own. But after Friday, he won’t ever have to hear Shanks say “throat therapy” again.

Who is he kidding, Shanks will say it no matter what.

Dragons voice is almost back to how it was before he gave up Luffy. It’s almost disconcerting, he sounds younger. Less worn out.

He even giggled at Shanks the other day, Giggled! He didn’t even know he could do that.

Week 4:

The baths are really nice, Dragon can’t remember the last time he took a long bath. He washes his hair carefully, brushing all the knots out.

It would’ve been extremely peaceful, if he hadn’t bumped into Shanks on the way out.

“Oh!” Which really? Is that the best the redhead can say?

At least Shanks still has his pants on albeit unbuckled. Dragon is just in a towel, a rather small towel given his size.

He can feel eyes on him as he changes, no doubt seeing the scars and body hair and stretch marks that decorate his lower back. Dragon leaves in a rush, not even bothering with his socks.

“How old are you again?” Asks shanks the next day. No hello, no good morning.

Dragon simply thanks the heavens he wasn’t gonna mention the baths.

“55.”

“You’re 16 years older than me!?”

“Uh I mean..,” Dragon feels like he somehow misstepped in the conversation. “Yes?”

Shanks throws his hands in the air, muttering about genetics and lucky bastards. Before slowly lowering his hands looking back at Dragon. “Wait, so you had Luffy in your late 30s.”

“Yes?” What was this twenty questions?

“Huh, I always thought Luffy was an oopsie baby..”

Dragon rolls his eyes. “Yes turns out even in your late thirties, late nights can result in happy accidents.”

“Well yeah, but you know..” Shanks gestures vaguely. “You don’t seem like the type of guy who’d forget a condom, you know after 18.”

“Technically I never needed a condom at least when it came to worries about procreation.”

Minutes tick by as Shanks thinks it over, Dragon ignores him and continues eating his fruit. Oh he had missed fruit, he was totally gonna hunt down an island that grew papaya after this.

Dragon was drooling over hypothetical papayas when Shanks snapped his fingers. The light bulb in his head finally going off.

“You’re! You’re!”

“A homosexual yes.” The older man sighed. It wasn’t totally true but it was easily then going on a whole spiel about how his brain worked when it came to romance.”

Shanks flopped down beside him. “So Luffys other… dad? He’s? Not around?”

Not around that was certainly one way to say it.

“Is that why you gave Luffy away?”

Dragon put down his spoon appetite gone. “That would be a nice little story, wouldn’t it?” He stands, purposefully turning away from the redhead. “You truly think I’d give up my child because of heartbreak?”

He walked back to his room, gulping air, feeling the phantom pain of steel in his throat.

The week ends quietly, the Red force arrives to pick up their captain. Dragon still can’t say he understand the deal between red hair and Law but catching a glimpse of Benn Beckmann squeezing the surgeons ass, he starts to get a few ideas..

Shanks who had been avoiding Dragon for the past few days, offers a ride.

“Im.. going see anchor.” He offers a hopeful smile, “it would be nice if you were to come.”

It would be the second time Dragon gets to see his son. In the past 17 years.

He smiles and agrees hoping no one catches onto the fact that He’s fucking terrified.

Shanks grabs his arm, surprisingly strong with how easy he pulls Dragon toward the ship. “Come on then, Lucky made brisket.”

Dragon has to surreptitiously wipe away the drool at that sentence.

Approx 3 weeks and 2 days later.

Luffy is being held by the scruff by jinbei because it doesn’t matter that Shanks is coming we do not try to swim to the red force.

They are docked at a small island, with little no population. The natives they had encountered did not care they were pirates just asked they stay out of their village.

“Sanji!” Luffy yells, “we are having a party!”

Loud cursing comes from the makeshift kitchen their cook has set up.

It’s almost sunset when the Redforce docks.

Luffy waits patiently for Shanks. (He threw himself onto the ship and into the redheads arm immediately.)

“Hi Shanks!” He chirps. Looking over his dad.

Shanks smiles, pulling him in closer. “Hey anchor.”

They stay like that for a long time.

Shanks smells like salt, sweat and spice but not booze. Luffy presses his nose deeper into his dad’s cloaks hoping to memorize the smell.

“Luffy, there’s someone here that wants to meet you.”

Luffy blinks “you got a new crew member?”

“Ha, temporary crew only.” Shanks laughs. “He certainly isn’t a pirate. But just between us, he’s growing on me.” He added with a wink.

Luffy looked around but no one stood out to him. The red hairs all smiled, ruffling his hair as they walked off the ship towards the bonfire and sound of music.

Shanks slowly put Luffy down, covering his head with his straw hat once again.

“Go on, you’ll find him.”

Luffy stood stiff and uncertain, if someone wanted to meet him. Why wouldn’t they just come out and say hello? Why would he look for them? He doesn’t even know them!

The salt breeze switched directions, carrying a new sound that wasn’t merrymaking.

It was a voice, singing softly.

Come back to me my darling dear, come back from the shore.

Luffy screwed his eyes shut, trying to find the source.

I know I share you with the ocean dear but please just stay one night more.

His feet carried him through an open door, the song became stronger. It was.. familiar, familiar in a way Luffy couldn’t categorize.

My dear, can’t the ocean wait? The babe is asleep and the bed warm, my dear I beg of you stay till dawn.

Hall, door, door, another hall.

Dearest please, look at our child. He is all the treasure you need

Another door, slightly ajar and from it came the song, the song and a voice that sounded so familiar yet strange. Like something Luffy had heard in a dream but forgotten once waking.

Luffy pushed open the door as the final notes rang out.

We are all the treasure you need.

Inside it was cozy, redwood made up most of the ceiling.

The room had the feel of impermanence. Everything was a little too neat.

A man sat at the desk, hunched. Like it was smaller than he was used to.

“Why aren’t you at the party?” Luffy blurted out.

The man turned, slowly like Luffy was a deer he could spook.

He was.. a man. His loose pants looked pretty comfortable. Long dark hair. And the red markings that Luffy recognized.

“You’re Dragon.”

Dragon nodded, his eyes searching Luffy for.. something.

“What was that song about?”

“It’s about a sailor and how his love for the sea outweighed his love for his family. It ends with him leaving for sea and never returning.”

Luffy frowned, Dragons voice was bugging him. But more than that..

“No it doesn’t.”

“Hmm?”

“The song.” Luffy waved his hands frustrated. “It doesn’t end like that!”

Internally Luffy recognizes that he should be looking for that temporary crew mate of Shanks, he should ask Dragon but first, he has to settle this.

“The song doesn’t end with the sailor leaving! It has another chorus! I’ve heard it!” Luffy wracks his brain, the words are just out of reach.

“It goes.. it goes, forgive me, forgive me, my love, your words I did not heed. I sailed… I sailed..”

“I sailed for far and long all in the name of greed,” Dragons voice came out in a warbling tone. He took a shuddering breath, before continuing. “My love could you see past my foolish desire, this is the hearth I ache for. The place I’d wish to be.

My love, please don’t cry. All these years mean nothing without you by my side.

You are my treasure, my greatest need. I’ve loved you for forever. And loving you is how I wish to spend eternity.”

“Yeah exactly!” Luffy snapped his fingers. “You know if you’re not gonna sing it right, you shouldn’t be singing it.”

Dragon smiles, “you’ll have to forgive me, the last time I sang that verse you were two years old.”

That makes Luffys brain screech to a halt. Nevermind he had sort of forgotten about the whole father thing, Nevermind that he didn’t even think about having a dad. (Unless it was Shanks,) for the entirety of his life.

“Gramps said I was a baby when he got me.”

The smallest itty bittiest little thing, in Garps words.

The rooms air seems heavy. Is air meant to be dense? Luffy should ask Robin.

“You were almost three when I took you to Foosha.”

Luffys chest is starting it itch, like a bunch of ants are biting his insides.

Something must be showing on his face because Dragon looks broken. “I’m so sorry Luffy. I wanted to keep you and I tried, I- I failed you and I am so sorry.”

“Was my first word really meat?”

A loud eruption of laughter cracks the air, letting the sound fill Luffys chest. Dragon rubs at his eyes, his lips forming a soft heart as smile appears.

Oh, so that’s where Luffy got it from.

“No meat was your second word, your third was Dada.”

“What was my first?”

Dragons smile doesn’t falter but it still changes into something more wistful.

“It was Wani, though you pronounced it as ‘Wah -ee’”

The words feel like an admission though Luffy doesn’t know to what. He’s pretty sure he should offer a hug or something.. but he doesn’t really want to and Dragon/his dad? Hasn’t asked.

He sticks a finger in his nose. “You wanna come to the party?”

Dragons face paled. “Shit I told Ben id watch Shanks!”

Luffy has to stifle a snigger as his dad? Nearly trips over the chair. He really is quite tall, Luffy hopes to be that tall. He would be taller than Traffy then!

Dragon is halfway out the door before Luffy remembers.

“Wait! Do you know about a temporary crew member of the red hairs?”

Dragon poked his head back in, eyebrow raised. “First I’ve heard about it.”

Well then.. Luffy might as well go to the party. Maybe he will find the mystery person there.

And with Shanks and Dragon in the same place, it’ll be like having two dads!

Just had a thought: Dragon with vocal cord damage, but also with ARFID caused by sensory processing issues. What little viable options he has for food is… well, it’s put him in a sickbed more than a few times, let’s say.

I was thinking about this just the other day!

Dragon ends up hating food, it’s hard not to. Everything he can eat he has eaten a hundred times, which gets old very fast.

There’s no enjoyment in meals, no desire to eat the same thing over and over again.

Sometimes when he’s particularly masochistic, he likes to think it’s penance for leaving Luffy with Garp. Sometimes he thinks he deserves it, this curse that slowly is whittling him down to bone.

He doesn’t really even realize how bad it had gotten till loguetown, he’s dizzy, so dizzy. If he hadn’t had the element of surprise, he’s not sure he would’ve been able to stop smoker.

He isn’t even sure how he gets out of there, the entire thing is a blur. Even luffys voice is echoey in his own head.

Dragon wakes up 3 days later in the infirmary.

Betty is there, seething with rage.

“You know what asshole! You keep saying if you die the revolution will continue but guess what! Kuma is Gone! Iva is Gone! You are all we have left! And you’re acting like your life doesn’t matter!!

Now if you wanna die, go ahead. I won’t stop you. But your gonna have to look sabo in the face and tell him your gonna die and leave him alone on purpose!”

It takes forever to get better, or at least get back to a weight where he doesn’t look like a walking skeleton.

He ends up needing another surgery, fixing part of his stomach that had near rotted from the build up of acid.

Marineford happens during this, something Dragon won’t forgive himself for.

Shanks asks him, when the revolutionary army finds itself in the same place as the red haired pirates.

Dragon offers a drink and his thanks.

“Why didn’t you come.” Not even trying to hide the judgment in that question.

“I was dying.”

Shanks raises an eyebrow, surprise evident and Dragon sighs, lifting his shirt to show the scar along his abdomen.

“Got a Perforated stomach ulcer, contracted sepsis. I wasn’t even conscious during the battle much less able to fight.” He gives a deprecating laugh. “I don’t know if it was good or bad luck that made sure I didn’t know that Luffy was there before I went under.”

“If you had known.” Shanks voice is softer now.

Dragon looks at him, “I would’ve died in that battle, probably would’ve taken out Akainu if the sepsis didn’t take me first.”

(Little thought that makes me cry: Law fixing Dragons damaged vocal cords and throat and Luffy recognizing his old voice)

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

[parfaitmew]

Thank you♡

To all the new followers and everyone who's down with me drawing their MCs and OCs♡ (๑>◡<๑)

Everyone has been soo sweet♡ and i'm just really happy to finally find my fire to draw again☆!

I dunno what else to say i'm just happy and i wanted to say thank you♡(>ᴗ•)

[orcelito]

Good News for me, it seems like my application to the new apartment is being accepted :]

The leasing coordinator messaged me to say she's sending the lease to me to sign tomorrow, & so long as I submit the payment by the start of the term (April 30th), then the apartment will be Mine.......!!!!!

Wonderful News!!!

[famewolf]

speaking of ocd, I think I'm realizing that I truly don't have anxiety and it's literally just my ocd. im not anxious about anything until it involves me and suddenly I'm spiraling