#sorry for disappearing for a week this was why

[hinamie]

tiger lily

[pinkslipxox]

First Time:

Summary: part 2 of Not Ready Yet

Warnings: fluff, smut 💋😘

@ijustlovemaths tagged as promised 🤗

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A smile spreads on your lips as a pair of arms wrap around your waist. Billie rests her chin on your shoulder, her ocean blue eyes meeting yours in the mirror, as she gently sways the two of you side to side. She then kisses your cheek, letting it linger there for a moment, before gently turning your head so that you are looking at her.

“You’re so beautiful,” Billie murmurs lovingly as she connects her lips with yours, softly, gently. “Inside and out.”

“Thank you, baby. But that’s all you,” you hum in response, giggling as Billie starts to pepper your face in kisses.

“I’m ready to go when you are, angel,” she says softly and you nod.

“I’m ready to go,” you confirm, making Billie smile again.

Like the gentleman she is, Billies opens your door for you as you get into the car. As the car begins to move, you cant help but admire how calm and laidback she looks as she drives expertly through the busy streets of Los Angeles.

“Staring at me again, aren’t you, sweetheart?” your girlfriend teases as she takes a quick glance at you before drawing her attention back to the road, a smirk curled on her lips.

“I’m sorry,” you squeak and Billie chuckles.

“Don’t be sorry. I think it’s cute,” she smiles sweetly at you and you can’t help but smile back.

You can’t help it, especially with the way that Billie looks right now. Her long, raven hair falling loosely over her shoulders, a bandana on her head and a backwards cap, an oversized t-shirt, and baggy jeans hanging low on her waist, exposing the waistband of her boxers. She always looks amazing, of course, but today there’s something about her today that just makes it hard for you not to look at her. Especially since because… a lot has been on your mind recently.

Thoughts that involve you. And Billie. In a more… intimate way, to be specific. The memory of you and Billie caught up in such a passionate moment weeks before is fresh in your mind as if it happened just yesterday. You love Billie more than anything, and you can’t think of a better way to show her just how much you love her. She had told you that she would wait forever for you if she had to, but tonight you are determined to show her the love and adoration you feel for her, and not just in words.

“You okay, Y/N?” Billie’s voice makes your thoughts disappear in a cloud of smoke, an edge of worry evident in her tone.

“Yes, sorry,” you say quickly with a small reassuring smile.

As Billie nods slowly, you slide your hand into hers, squeezing it gently, and she returns the tender gesture. Before you know it, Billie parks on front of the restaurant. You ignore the warm shiver that goes down your spine when you feel her hand on the small of your back, guiding you into the restaurant. This isn’t the first time she’s done this, why is it giving you such a deeper, more longing effect now?

Dinner is a pleasant affair. Yet as you engage in laughter and conversation with Billie, your earlier thoughts from the evening lingers in the back of your mind. As you and Billie get into the car again, you make your decision— you are going to make love to Billie.

Tonight.

“Are you alright, baby?” Billie murmurs, her voice soft and warm as you are cuddled to her side in your shared bedroom, and you hum in response as you feel your heart beat against your chest as you gather the words and thoughts to voice what you want.

“Im just… thinking,” you begin, sitting up to look at your girlfriend, and Billie sits up as well. With an encouraging nod from Billie, you continue, “Ive been thinking about us. A lot. And… I think I’m ready, Billie.”

“You’re ready?” Billie echoes, confusion flickering in her ocean blue eyed momentarily before realization hits her on what you mean. “Oh! You mean, ‘you’re ready’…” She then locks eyes with you, her gaze tender and full of warmth. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

You nod eagerly. “Yes, of course. I’ve never been more sure of anything, Billie. I want this— for you, for me, for the both of us.”

“Oh, Y/N…” Billie cups your face, her touch warm and gentle. “My Y/N… I’d love to, believe me I would, but I want toy to be one hundred percent sure.”

“I am,” you confirm, your voice firm yet gentle. “Please, Billie. Please. I’m ready for this, ready for you.”

After a beat of silence, Billie nods her head, saying, “Okay, baby. If that’s what you want, and if you’re comfortable… let’s do it.”

“Thank you, Billie,” you murmur, excitement and anticipation stirring inside you as brush your lips against Billie’s. With a soft chuckle, Billie draws you closer, her arm wrapped tightly around your waist and her hand lightly gripping your chin as she returns the kiss with just as much affection.

“How about we just kiss for now? And then go from there,” Billie suggests, her voice low and soft, and you nod.

Ever so gently, Billie deepens the kiss, and you feel all the love and care she has for you in the powerful yet meaningful gesture. Soft moans and gasps escape your lips as the kiss becomes more passionate, sending a warmth throughout your body, and you tilt your head back to grant Billie more access to your neck when she starts to pepper kisses to your soft flesh. In swift, deliberate motions, you find yourself and Billie tangled in the sheets as articles of clothing are gently discarded from each of your bodies. Your heart swells at how gentle Billie’s touch is as her fingers trace your curves, making goosebumps form on your soft skin, and you hear her chuckle softly.

“Is this okay so far, mama?” Billie asks sweetly, her voice like honey, and you wordlessly nod, not trusting your voice to convey your feelings. While you’re still a bit nervous, you feel good.

“You’re so beautiful,” you murmur softly, and Billie smiles, her face mere inches away from yours.

“That’s all you, Y/N,” Billie hums as she brushes her lips against your yours. She then gently tugs at your bra strap. “Can I take this off?”

You bite your lip. “Can… I take yours off first?”

“Yes, of course,” Billie replies with a soft smile. Her hands gently guides yours to the clasp of her bra. You inwardly inhale before unclasping the bra, letting it fall gently onto the bed. The sight of Billie’s breasts, full and plump, makes your breath hitch. They’re perfect, just like she is, and all of the sudden you feel your mouth water with desire and curiosity.

“Can I touch them?” you ask shyly and Billie hums reassuringly.

“Of course you can, doll,” she replies, her voice smooth and rich as velvet. Billie takes your hand in hers, brings it to her mouth and kisses it before she guides it to her breast, the sudden contact eliciting a draw of breath from the both of you.

You take your time, fingers tracing the curve of her breast, marveling at how smooth her skin is. Every gentle caress forms goosebumps on Billie’s skin, her rosy nipples hardening, and you follow the sudden instinct that entices you to wrap your lips around the sensitive bud. She’s warm and soft inside your mouth, just like you thought she’d be.

“I— Y/N… Oh, my God…” Billie sighs blissfully, giving you the encourage you need to continue. Boldness is what makes you take more of her into your mouth, your tongue swiping over her nipple, savoring the taste of her, the sensation of being so close in one of the many intimate ways you’re hoping to connect with Billie tonight.

Slowly, Billie lays back on the bed, and you are just as entranced as Billie is if not more as you continue your gentle ministrations. Your name is moaned, sending a wave of pride and warmth throughout your body. It’s sweet music to your ears, her voice sultry and light. Her hand cradles the back of your head tenderly, fingers gently twisting and pulling at your hair, and it makes you groan at the sensation.

“Y/N… Baby girl, w-wait a second,” your girlfriend manages to say between moans and you immediately stop. You pull away, worry replacing your confidence in an instant.

“I’m sorry, Billie. Did I do something wrong?” you say, your voice no louder than a whisper. Then, much to your relief, Billie sits up and smiles, shaking her head. Her cheeks are slightly flushed and she seems to glow in the soft lighting.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” she purrs, clasping her hand with yours. “It just didn’t seem fair to me that I was getting the pleasure. This is about you, us.”

You bite your lower lip, her words making your heart flutter. “You’re saying… you want to pleasure me, too?” you say quietly and Billie chuckles softly.

“More than anything,” Billie hums, her gaze intense yet utterly tender. She grips your chin lightly and kisses your forehead. “Lay down, baby.”

With a soft nod, you obey Billie, reminding yourself to breathe as a new wave of excitement and anticipation flows through your veins. Billie’s lips press onto yours into a sweet yet passionate kiss. Your girlfriend hovers over you, the kiss deepening as soft sighs and moans echo inside the room. Somehow, in the midst of it all, your bra is removed yet you don’t feel as nervous as you did a few moments again. Instead, under Billie’s tender, adoring gaze, you feel empowered. But most importantly, safe.

At your approval, Billie reciprocates the same heavenly treatment you have just given to her, her touch making you arch your body against her. Your eyes flutter closed as you let the sensations consume you, reveling in the swift movements of her tongue and gentle pinches to your nipples from her fingers that make you moan in delight. She takes her sweet time, giving both of your breasts equal attention, making you beg her for more.

“Billie, please…” you half-whine, half-beg, although you aren’t sure what exactly you’re begging her for, but the words slip out of your mouth as if you are chanting a prayer.

“Please what, my love?” Billie coos as she gently takes your nipple between her teeth, biting down enough for a ripple of pleasure to make you squirm under her touch. It travels right to your core, and all of the sudden you want nothing more than for Billie to be between your legs.

“Do something,” you whimper, hoping she understands what you mean. “Touch me… kiss me… there.”

Billie smirks, obviously pleased with your words. “That’s my girl. Spreads your legs for me, pretty girl.”

God, those words sound so wrong yet so right, and even more so coming from Billie’s mouth. You oblige, spreading your legs wide, and a gasp gets caught in your throat as Billie’s mouth places hot, open-mouthed kisses along your thighs. She whispers sweet nothings as her teeth graze your soft skin, nipping gently, and your pussy throbs with desire. Billie stood briefly to ask your permission to slip your panties off, which you immediately grant, and without a second thought, Billie leans in.

A cry of pleasure bounces off the walls as Billie’s tongue, warm and teasing, swirls along your skin, pressing down ever so often on your clit. Instinctively, you start to move your hips to the rhythm of Billie’s, yet you’re hold firmly in place by your girlfriend as she continues to explore your pussy. You’re clenching the bedsheets, each caress, each lick making you spiral further and further into a blissful state. Never have you ever anticipated this level of sheer pleasure, devotion, of that of Billie’s tongue soothing an ache you’ve never realized you had.

“Billie! I can’t—I—oh!” you cry out, overwhelmed by a tidal wave of sensation that has you tipping over the edge. “I’m so c-close! I’m going to…”

And that’s it for you. Your back arches off the bed, legs shaking, eyes rolled back as the orgasm consumes you. For a moment, it feels like your soul as left your body. And you love it.

“You good, babe?” Billie checks in on you, and you nod, breathless, and she chuckles softly. She’s gentle as she closes your legs, and you whimper at how wet you feel.

“Please… I want more, Billie,” you half-whimper, half-demand and Billie arches her eyebrow playfully.

“Think you can handle it?” Billie teases, giving your nipple a light punch, and you let out a mixture between a yelp and a moan.

“Yes, yes, I can.” You don’t care how desperate you sound. You want more, you need more of Billie.

With that, Billie leans in and captured your lips in a sweet kiss. You feel her lips curl into a smirk, and you can’t help but moan at the taste of the lingering sweetness on her mouth. Then, she pulls back, her gaze softening.

“You know we can always stop if you ever need us to, right?” Billie says, her voice warm and reassuring. She kisses the tip of your nose, and it makes you giggle. “I don’t want you to feel like we have to do everything tonight.”

Your heart swells at how sweet Billie. She’s always made sure that you’re taken care of, and this moment is no different. God, you love her so much.

“Please, Billie. I want to feel everything with you. I want you, all of you,” you murmur, brushing the tip of your nose lovingly with hers, and Billie scrunches her face in the most adorable way that makes her eyes crinkle.

“Alright, baby,” she replies and steals another kiss. Then, with a smirk, she asks, “Scissor or strap?”

Both options sound incredible. Yet you remind yourself that this is your first time. You’ll have plenty of time to experiment with Billie afterwards.

“Strap,” you finally decide and Billie nods. You watch as Billie retrieves the strap from its place beside the bed and gently secures it around her waist, taking a deep breath. For a moment, you can’t help but draw in a breath as you take in the sight of it. It’s… bigger than you expected.

“Are you sure you’re ready, babe?” Billie asks softly, her voice a soothing balm as she adjusts the strap around her waist.

You nod, your heart racing but filled with trust. “Yeah, I’m ready, Billie. I trust you,” you reply, your voice a mix of anticipation and excitement.

“Okay,” Billie says with a warm smile. “Let’s take it slow. You can be in charge. Remember we can stop at anytime.” She gently guides you so that you are straddling her lap, positioning you in a way that felt safe and inviting. The intimacy between them the two of you is palpable, and Billie’s hands find their way to your waist, grounding you as she settles in.

You take a deep breath, feeling both the weight of the moment and the lightness of Billie’s support, letting yourself sink onto the strap. Billie whispers sweet nothings and reassurances as you adjust to the foreign feeling of being so full. Slowly yet deliberately, you start to move, waves of pleasure soon pooling within your core. The sensations courses through you, and you could feel yourself getting lost in the rhythm.

“Oh, Billie,” you gasp, voice breathy and full of wonder. You grip the headboard for support, feeling a surge of confidence with each movement, your body responding to the sensations in a way that surprises yet thrills you.

“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good,” Billie praises, her voice soft and sweet. “I love seeing you like this.” Billie’s words wrap around you like a warm hug, pushing you further into the moment.

“I never knew it could feel this good,” you breathe, the euphoric warmth too good to be true. You feel the connection between you and Billie deepen, the love making you feel grounded and hazed all at once.

“Just like that, mama,” Billie encourages, her voice dripping with affection and desire. Your breath quickens as you move in a more steady rhythm, your bodies creating an intimate friction that built the intensity between you two to a feverish heat.

“Oh my god, Billie, yes!” you gasp, feeling the pleasure swell within you. “Don’t stop! Please!” Your voice is urgent and eager, ignited by the delightful sensations swirling inside you.

With every movement, Billie becomes more assertive, guiding you with a fierce yet tender touch. Her muscular arms encircle you, holding you close while maintaining a gentle control that makes you feel so cherished, so valued.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Billie whispers, her breath hot against your ear. “I could lose myself in you.”

Your heart begins to race at the feeling of the depths of Billie’s passion. The world around you begins to fade into nothingness, loosing yourself in a whirlwind of enthusiasm and fiery connection.

“Billie…” you moan, lost in pure ecstasy with each thrust that stirs the beautiful chaos within you. “I love this so much. I love you.”

“I love you, Y/N. So. Damn. Much,” Billie nearly growls, her voice thick with emotion as she presses her forehead against yours, breathing in sync with you, completely lost in each other.

Billie’s attentiveness only heightens your pleasure. With every thrust, every gentle caress, you feel Billie’s tattooed fingers explore your soft skin with reverence, making it clear to you how much she treasures you and this moment.

“Don’t stop, please don’t stop!” you beg, your voice a breathy whisper. Billie plants kisses along your collarbone, nipping the skin, before soothing the sting with her tongue. You toss your head back, overwhelmed yet deeply moved by the connection and intimacy of this sacred moment.

“Never,” Billie promises, her eyes darkening with desire, and it makes you fall in love with her all over again. Every kiss, every touch is a testament to her love for you—a language spoken through intimacy and longing.

Eventually, you and Billie are entangled in a beautiful aftermath, your bodies slick with sweat, breaths mingling in the warm air. You’ve never felt so loved, so cherished, so alive. Billie presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, her arms wrapping you protectively. She pulls the duvet over the two of you, and you snuggle deeper onto her chest.

“I love you, Y/N,” Billie murmurs, her voice soft and dripping with affection, the passionate edges of the night fading away.

“I love you, too, Billie,” you hum, content. “Thank you for this.”

Billie chuckles softly. “Thank you for trusting me, mama.”

In the afterglow, you can’t help but feel a profound sense of safety in Billie’s embrace. You’re incredibly grateful for the trust and affection that binds you and Billie together, an unbreakable bond forged with love and respect. And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Patchwork

Fandom: Marvel (Mob Boss AU)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: You and Bucky used to be so in love and so… ignorant of the roles you had to play, which lead to you breaking up. But that didn’t seem to keep you away from each other since you now act as Bucky’s nurse whenever he gets hurt. Based off my mini fic here.

Stitched Together | Pull the Thread | In Stitches | Frayed Edges | Bucky Barnes Masterlist

It had been weeks since that night where you dad almost caught Bucky at your place. Since then, Bucky deterred his people (and himself) from going to you if they needed medical aid. Not only were your dad's people still casing around your neighborhood, but that night really solidified that things definitely weren't meant to be for you and Bucky.

You were living a content and normal life and he was ruining it for you...again. He didn't want to bring you into his shit, but dammit did he miss you. His heart being pulled in your direction whenever you were near.

He pulled away from you before. He could do it again no problem and you can go back to living your life again. You wouldn't have to sneak around behind your dad's back and he wouldn't have to worry about anyone using you against him.

It'll be fine.

Sacrifices needed to be made if he wanted to continue living this life.

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You're pissed off. Bucky has left you on read for weeks. After your dad left that night, you checked on Bucky. Only he wasn't in your room anymore. He snuck out the window only leaving you a note and wad of cash.

You texted him asking if he got home safe and all he did was give you a thumbs up. When you asked if he could come by so you can check on his stitches, he just read the text and didn't respond.

The first few days you were worried that he might've died. But then you randomly ran into Sam at a restaurant and asked if Bucky was okay.

"He's fine. That's all I can say."

"Seriously? That's all you can say?"

He shrugged at you, "Sorry, Y/N, but I have some business to attend to," he gestured to the man across from him, who stared at you with pleading eyes.

"Right. Sorry," you apologized and went back to your table to continue your meal.

You texted Bucky: So did you tell your people they can't talk to me now?

Read

You grumbled and tossed your phone back into your bag, stuffing your face with food to feel better.

Now several weeks have gone by and you've just been pissed to no end. You do your best to not let what happened with Bucky affect your job, but your fellow nurses can see something is wrong.

They did their best to try to get any info out but all you said was that you were essentially ghosted by a friend. That's as much as you could tell them because there was no way you were going to tell that your ex-boyfriend now mob boss of Brooklyn came back into your life and you were providing medical aid to him and his group on the down-low and then he suddenly disappeared on you, only leaving you on Read and it's pissing you off.

Pretty sure if you told them that, word would reach your dad and you were not going to deal with that.

So you just went with being ghosted by a friend and left it at that.

If only you knew Bucky wasn't doing any better.

To everyone in his organization, they could see how on edge he was.

Every time he looked at his phone, there was a gleam of hope in his eyes and then his gaze hardened. His jaw would clench and he would pocket his phone immediately.

They were all confused on why they suddenly weren't allowed to go to you for medical aid. All Bucky had told them was that they "just can't anymore and that's final."

Sam was the most confused. Usually, being Bucky's right hand, he knows everything behind Bucky's reasoning for things. But for this, Bucky didn't tell him anything. Jack shit.

He wanted to help Bucky whatever was going on and not just because Bucky was Sam's boss but also because they're friends. But all Sam got when he asked what down between you and Bucky was "shit happened is all" not giving any hint of what said "shit" was.

All Sam could tell was that there was a dullness in Bucky that he'd never seen before.

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America and Cassie suggested the three of you go out. It was a Friday night and you weren't working the next morning. So you three dressed your best and went to a club that just opened.

It took about forty-five minutes to finally enter the club but it definitely wasn't a disappointment. There were three levels, each filled with people sitting and drinking, the dance floor crowded as music was booming all around.

America led you to the bar, a round of shots to start the night. You clinked the shot glasses with a exclamation of "Cheers!" before downing the clear liquid.

You were then lead to the edge of the dancefloor, the three of you moving your bodies to the music. You felt yourself loosening up as the alcohol made its way through your system and you got into the rhythm of the music.

The night continued on like that. More shots, more dancing, the occasional potty break that took an hour long each time because the line for the women's bathroom was always long. You didn't even know how many shots you'd taken, but you were definitely feeling a little loosey goosey now.

The three of you eventually found yourselves on the third floor of the club. It was restricted to VIPs but America started chatting with a very gorgeous woman and she ended up inviting all three of you to her table she was sharing with some friends. When you reached said table, your eyes widen when you see one of her friends happens to be Bucky, with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap.

In your inebriated state, you went off on him.

"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN , HUH?! AND WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU BEEN ANSWERING MY TEXTS?! I WAS WORRIED AS SHIT AND HERE YOU ARE COZYING IT UP AT A NIGHTCLUB?!"

The entire group look between you and Bucky. America asks, "You know him?!"

Bucky shoots up from his seat, apologizing to the woman who was previously on his lap, "Sweetheart, not here."

"OH FUCK YOU! YOU DON'T GET TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO ESPECIALLY AFTER ALL THE TIMES I-MFF" Bucky cups his hand over your mouth and gives you a stern look.

"You're making a scene!" He then yelps when you bite him, "The fuck, Y/N!"

"YOU DESERVE MORE THAN THAT YOU PIECE OF SHIT!"

The beautiful woman who was on his lap asks, "Are you guys together or something?"

"No!" you both respond in unison.

You glare at Bucky and he sighs, "Fine. Let's talk. We'll go to my office."

"Your off-you own this club?!"

Bucky smirks, "Co-own with my friend, Steve. Now come on before you make a bigger scene." He grabs your hand and you slap at his hand.

"Don't touch me! I can follow you just fine!" You turn back to America and Cassie, "I'll be back."

"You want us to come with you?" Cassie asks.

You shake your head, "It's fine. I'm safe with him...I hope," and you continue to follow Bucky before they ask anymore questions.

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In Bucky's office, you sit on a plush couch, frowning, arms crossed over your chest.

Bucky closes the door and gets a proper look at you, making it very clear he's checking you out. Which pisses you off even more.

"Stop looking and get to explaining, Barnes! I thought something bad happened to you and then I see Sam and all he says to me is that you're fine. Literally, what the fuck, Bucky. If I did something wrong, then at least tell me and not leave me on fucking Read!"

He sighs and runs a hand over his face, "You didn't do anything wrong, sweetheart."

You shoulders sag and you look at him sadly, "Then why won't you talk to me?"

Fuck. Bucky's resolve is weakening as you look at him with sad eyes but you also look so gorgeous at the same time.

"It's-I-" he groans, "Fuck, sweetheart, I shouldn't have come back into your life."

"Why?"

"Because it's not gonna go how I want it to. We can't be in each other's lives again. It's not meant to be. I'm a criminal and you're the daughter of the chief of police! Everything I've worked hard for, your dad wants to take down. Not to mention, I'm putting your life in danger just from you knowing me."

"I'm a grown ass woman, Bucky, I can do whatever I want!"

"Would you tell your dad that we're friends again?" He asks with a serious expression on his face.

You gulp, staring at him as you think of what to say. He nods, "Exactly. That night when you helped me and your dad came over, it hit me that it'd always be like that. Sneaking behind your dad's back, not wanting to upset him and me not wanting you to get hurt because of the life I lead. We're doomed, sweetheart. You gotta accept that."

"I don't want to," you murmur sadly, "I like having you in my life again."

"Me too, sweetheart, but these are the cards we're dealt with," he helps you stand to your feet, "Want me to help you find your friends?"

You shake your head sadly, "No."

"Okay. Stay safe out there, sweetheart."

You lean in and peck Bucky on the cheek, "You too, Buck," and you see yourself out of his office, allowing tears to run down your cheeks when you close the door behind you.

[alexa-fika]

Just imagine a child reader with each of the crews (strawhat pirates, heart pirates, whitebeard pirates, kid pirates, and red hair pirates) like 7 or 8 and they are just a menace. Like they have insane adhd and acts like they drank multiple monster energy drinks every morning but they can also be so sweet and adorable sometimes. They just run around and cause chaos but everyone on the crew just takes care of them but they make it so hard. Spontaneous hide and seek? Everybody’s freaking out because they’re missing and all the sudden they will just pop out of the most random place and declare themself the winner and everybody is like huh?? the winner of what?? They’ve been there for a while, and people have grown attached. I can imagine ace just having the most fun with them. And for the strawhats like they joined around when the strawhat crew fist went into the grand line so they have been there from the beginning and all the new crew members are like “why are they still here??” and zoro is like “to be honest i dont know” they are luffy’s best bud on the strawhats Sorry for the rant, i just read a fic and it sparked this idea and reminded me of your writing. I just kind of wrote down my train of thought, congratulations if this makes sense to you thanks for listening. 

Who’s it? ( Law x Adhd!reader)

A/N Hey hey! Here we go, I think we haven’t done a Law/heart pirates in a while so yippee, also i’m sorry nonnie, I couldn't do so many crews at once so if you still want to see the other crews don’t be afraid to send another request! In other news; Guys I start work soon 🥲so i’m not sure what the upload schedule will be like next week

Dividers by @/firefly-graphics

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stands for Reader in Japanese for the enjoyment of both reader and oc character readers!

Penguin puffed as he leaned his hands on his knees, trying to recuperate his breath after running multiple laps around the sub. Despite the physical strain his job required on a daily, especially under a Captain such as his, he could never get used to the exhaustion and anxiety that taking care of a tween with adhd brought.

“D-Did you guys find them?” He sputtered out, lifting his head to look at his crew, who sported similar exhaustion

“No. I’m sorry,” Bepo cried, putting his head down in shame. The mink had been the first to realize the child had disappeared as the crew had breakfast. It was not his responsibility alone, but as always, he could not help but think he could have prevented this if he had paid more attention to them.

“There has to be someplace we haven’t looked!”

“Mate, I checked the workshop top to bottom; wherever they are, I know it's not in my bloody workshop,” Ikkaku said, shaking her head.

“I um.. I checked the cockpit. I didn’t see them there,” Hakugan piped up softly.

“Nothing in the map room, I’m sorry,” Bepo added.

“Stop apologizing!” Shachi snarled

“I’m sorry!”

“Nothing in the Kitchen; I thought for sure they would have hidden there,” Bart grumbled out, scratching his head, confused.

“I checked the common rooms, but I couldn’t find them,” Cline reported

“I checked the storage rooms, but nothing,” Shachi sighed, looking toward the Penguin.

“And I just checked our chambers; I was hoping they were sleeping, but no one was there,” Penguin cried.

“Pen, seriously? Of all things, you thought that ankle-biter would be taking a kip? We can’t even get them to sleep, let alone a kip,” Ikkaku scoffed with a roll of her eyes.

“I freaked out! I just don’t know where else we could look.”

“Well, that would leave only one place, doesn’t it?” Clione called nervously

“No way!” Penguin yelled as he straightened up at the insinuation

“It’s true, isn’t it? We have already looked through the whole sub, Penguin! They have to be in the infirmary.” Uni shot back with a frown

“Even if they aren’t, I think we should ask Captain for help.”

“Are you serious, Uni?! He’ll kill us if he hears we lost them again. I don’t want to go another day with switched limbs!” Shachi shuddered, hugging himself tightly

“It’s not like it can be helped; that kid acts as if they were injected with steroids all the time, always berko, we can’t keep up with em” Ikkaku sighed.

“Okay then, who’s going to tell him then because it’s not going to be me” Penguin questioned, looking up at her

“Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it?” Shachi muttered as he and the crew all turned to the navigator, who, upon noticing the attention that had fallen on him shook his head nervously

Despite his meek outer appearance, it was common knowledge aboard the Polar Tang that the singular best way to deliver annoying or bothersome news without suffering punishment or repercussions was to have Bepo deliver the news to the Captain, as even the surgeon of death himself was vulnerable to the mink’s adorable demeanor.

And so, once again, Bepo stood in the infirmary, delivering such news to the Captain. It followed the same pattern when situations such as these occurred: Bepo would enter nervously, Law would instantly realize something went wrong, his anger would spike, Bepo would cry, Law would fall for his cuteness and usually solve the problem quite promptly.

“Room,” Law called. Scanning the submarine with his devil fruit, he took just a few seconds to mutter a small ‘there’ as he managed to locate the child.

“Shambles,” he spoke, throwing a small stone in the air, catching the child that child that replaced it and glaring at them as they began laughing.”

“You found me!”

“Dokucha-ya. What were you doing?”

“We were playing hide and seek, and I was winning! I still won 'cause you used your powers, and that’s cheating, so I’m still the undefeated champion!” They cheered, raising their hands in Victory

“You were playing hide and seek?” Law questioned, looking up at Bepo, an angry, accusing glare on his face at the information

“N-no!” He promised, shaking his head furiously, sighing as Law turned his accusing glare back on the child.

“Oh! I forgot to tell them. Well, now you know, so let's play again!” they grinned, running off again only to be shambled back into Law’s hands once again.

“No. You are going to sleep.” Law told them, standing up and putting his arm around the child’s stomach as he carried them away, rolling his eyes as they let out a slight whine at the news.

“You can go, Bepo. I’ll put them to sleep,” he ordered, waving the bear off, much to the latter’s relief. The bear wasted no time running off.

“You. Sleep,” he instructed, tossing the child into an infirmity bed, turning around, and walking back to his desk to continue the medical journal he had recently found.

“Yepee!” they cheered as they bounced on the bed. Rolling around on their stomachs, they began kicking their feed, letting out a pout.

“Come on, Law! I’m not tired! I want to play a little more, please?”

“No.”

"Talking is fine, too.”

“Alright, Then. " He agreed, shutting the journal and giving the child a smirk as a hopeful and gleeful expression grew on their faces.

“How about we talked about why you skipped your medication again?”

They groaned, getting their body fall into the bed face-first,wishing they hadn’t opened their mouths to avoid the scolding they knew was now invertible.

“Dokucha-ya,” he warned

“No! I want to sleep!” they called, turning away from him.

“Too late, You know I’m not going to let this slide; the sooner you tell me, the sooner I can stop asking you and interrupting your playtime,” he reasoned, turning his chair towards the bed.

“Is it the taste? I can teach you how to swallow the pill; I can mix it into food as well.”

“It’s not that.”

“Then?”

“It’s nothing.”

“If it weren’t nothing, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.Dokucha-ya, listen. If you tell me what is wrong with them, I can fix the problem.”

“They make me feel weird,” they muttered, flipping themselves over to meet his eye, watching as his eyebrows furrowed at the information.

“Weird, how?” he questioned

“It makes me feel yucky; I don’t want to do anything when I eat it.”

Law frowned as he realized what they meant. He had thoroughly researched all of Dokucha’s medicine and potential medicines and was well aware that depression has been previously reported as a side effect for ritalin in some patients. The hard part of medications for conditions like these was that the only way to know the best medicine for them was trial and error, trying different Medicines until they were able to find the one that worked best. His thought process was interrupted as the child let out a small apology.

“it’s not your fault; you can’t control how the medicine will react; thank you for telling me; I will change your medication, alright?” he reassured them as they stood up, walking to the shelf and pulling out a book

“Hmm, we will try Staterra instead. I will give you 0.5g. It’s the lowest dose for your age, and it will help me see how your body reacts.”

“Will… it help me study better again?” they asked nervously, fidgeting. Most of his medical talk was lost to them, but they were able to understand the gist of it: that he was trying to help them fix the problem they were currently experiencing.

“That’s the goal. We will start the medicine tomorrow. If it does well, I will raise the dose in three days, and we will see from there. If it makes you feel weird again, let me know

Dokucha smiled, themedical jargon and what most people would see as an emotionally disconnected doctor Dokucha knew to be the way the man showed that he cared, and although it perhaps wasn’t what other kids might like, it made them feel appreciated and loved. After all, other kids probably have to worry about managing a condition, and not all caretakers are as involved and determined to find a solution as the Captain was, and for them, it was enough.

“Okay!”

Whoop whoop!

[arsenicflame]

Bonus round! Do you use a queue tag?

[cabbagestrand]

to that anon who always reminds me of diakko week, bless you and thank you so much. i wouldve really loved to participate but ive really been busy the past years, was hectic yall. just wanna shout out that person, whoo, ill try and drop something before i disappear again for the final(!) semester. heres a chilling capybara i sculpted tho!

[dizzybizz]

npc shopkeeper-ass doggy. he sells things he finds outside.

[acediaedeus]

he was a punk, she did ballet typa story with grimmichi, but both of them are punk, and both of them do ballet.

this one is an AU where they're just humans, but Ichigo is still a weirdo who sees ghosts, cause why the fuck not. also, long-haired Grimmjow.

in Ichigo's case, it's that he did ballet. why? let's imagine Masaki sending Yuzu to ballet classes when she's four because the girl is fascinated by the beautiful women dancing in white tutus on TV in one of her mum's shows. Masaki is afraid her small, gentle, and shy daughter will have a hard time making friends with all the new kids, so she tries to convince Karin to go with her sister, at least for the first few classes, but the girl is unwavering in her refusal. she would hate to pressure her children into anything, so accepts, and as a last resort goes to her older son. young and filled with the desire to protect his family and please his mother, Ichigo says he'll go with Yuzu.

and so on top of his karate, Ichigo also does ballet for a while, so his baby sister will have an easier time adjusting. he actually likes it too, but then mum dies, and the beautiful women dancing on TV she used to watch no longer bring fascination, only tears. so they no longer do ballet and that is that.

everything else after that is much the same: Ichigo gets bullied, puts the karate classes to use and becomes a delinquent. all is well until one day Yuzu comes to him, timid and unsure, putting Ichigo on high alert, fearing someone has hurt his sister (a big mistake they'll regret and learn not to repeat), but all she says is that she wants to try dancing again. he, of course, encourages her to try.

like the good older brother Ichigo is, he comes along for her first class as moral support. Yuzu is amazing, as expected, and he definitely feels some water in his eyes watching her dance, which no one needs to know that. BUT, there's this guy, who seems to be his age, training on the opposite side of the room. beautiful and mesmerizing, and so ethereal Ichigo can hardly look away. the way he moves is enchanting, his long blue hair swaying and spiralling into a snake with each spin. he leaves with a happy Yuzu for their little sibling celebration with Karin, filled to the brim with confusion.

time goes on, but he simply can't get the guy out of his head, and one evening he comes to walk Yuzu home (he is not about to let his baby sister walk alone in the darkness of winter). he's a little early, so the class is yet to finish, but oh wait, there's the guy standing outside. one thing leads to another aaaand... they're fighting. positively rolling on the ground like children. and like a child Grimmjow (cause that's his name apparently, which Ichigo doesn't even remember when he was told that) bites his hand, so like a child Ichigo tugs on his blue hair. it's soft and nice, and he's getting distracted. but then Yuzu is yelling at him, calling him a foolish boy (and he won't even argue, because he really is a fool).

so yes, turns out they both were punks and both did ballet.

[jopjab]

hi sorry i died again i was busy drawing nothing but prsk characters/vsynths in chiikawa art style for 3 days straight

[arthur-lesters-tummy]

day 63 of the dreamlands

soo me and @arthur-lesters-ribcage got out the sewers! (see day 61) apparently @arthur-lesters-tits and @arthur-lesters-slutty-waist got married? though their party barely met the requirements of being one so i invited everyone at the hotel and folks from the taverns to the rooftop for a proper celebration.

we got punch with who knows what in it, fairy lights, people are playing beer pong, sending balls off the side and hitting pedestrians on the street below. and SOMDBODY has been barbequing burgers which smell like shit, knock it off!

i got a job offshore so i'll be leaving tommorrow. if you want to confess your undying feelings for me, now would be the time to do so; i'm sure we could squeeze in another marriage before morning. i should be back in 2 weeks but you know how these things go...

[thatoneluckybee]

hey hey hey this is random but the funniest two things just happened in order

guess who just had an app downloaded on her phone for some reason by a parent

guess who also just learned there’s an app that turns your watch into essentially a light Human Shock Collar

[avakitsune]

.

[eggsbenedictinurmom]

I feel like absolutely DOGSHIT this week but at least I finally finished my Au’s 06 Sonic campaign timeline today

[charlotterenaissance]

having an almost comically bad couple days so i'm microdosing on all my fixations by alternating episodes of kids in the hall, night court, h2o just add water, and conan o'brien remotes. just having a normal one

[inevitablestars]

i just want to know what im doing wrong

[andresmounts]

Happy belated pride month

Thanks man!!!

Happy pride month to all my queers