#the crew are fine but i have no idea which is which

[donvampiro]

Imagine the monster trio (separately) with a goth witchy girlfriend like completely opposite they are sunshine and she is darkness but it's a total surprise to everyone else?

hello @supernatural-hunter1 ! wahh thats a nice idea :) monster trio is so fun to write about hehe thanks for your request and hopefully these hcs will meet your expectations. Luv <3 MASTERLIST - Welcome

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'Opposites attract'

Monster trio x (goth/witchy) fem!reader

Monkey D. Luffy

Luffy likes you because you’re you — it’s your presence, your voice, your character and your different interests as well as abilities that attract him to you. bro just likes vibing with you and won’t try to complicate things. your aesthetics would not, in my opinion, be determining factors as to the affection he can have for you. you can dress up and wear makeup as you wish, as long as you remain (y/n) "at heart", and as long as he can keep cuddling you while he wolfs down all the food around. that’s more than enough for him.

i even think that Luffy would be the type to compliment you openly, through words and comparisons that are certainly… unexpected… but always honest and well-intentioned.

‘woah nice outfit, (y/n)! you look cool. a bit like that magician who scammed Usopp last time.’

he means well i swear ;w;

that being said, it’s not hard to come across as a "dark" person next to Luffy who is basically the embodiment of a ray of sunshine most of the time. you’d never be “darkness” to him though.

he has already seen your smile that brightens his days more than any star, he knows your laughter that recharges his batteries, he knows how hugging you (something he doesn’t deprive himself of) is extraordinary. you can dress up however you want, in Luffy’s eyes you’ll always remain his radiant (y/n).

that’s why he’s surprised by the crew’s shock when he introduces you to them.

— ‘what?! Wait— pinch me, i think i’m dreaming.’

— ‘it’s like the embodiment of day and night…’

— ‘well, that’s… unexpected.’

But the big question, the one the entire crew would be asking themselves but would have kept quiet about until now, would be revealed by Nami, looking both doubtful and amazed.

‘Luffy. How did you get a girlfriend in the first place.’

Roronoa Zoro

Zoro doesn’t really care about your style and how you want to dress up; like you do what you want. however, he might be the type to only make comments when he considers that your outfit, jewelry, shoes, or whatever makes your movements more difficult and you’re clearly not completely comfortable.

‘you can’t fight dressed like that; it’ll hinder your movement. change for now and put your outfit back on later.’

yeah swordsman instinct comes first ig. Otherwise — apart from that — he’s a bit like Luffy overall when it comes to this topic: what matters to him is the sweetness of your presence and the moments spent with you. the harmony between you two.

Zoro knows better than anyone else that those we cherish can be taken away from us at any moment, so loving you is far more important and relevant than judging your aesthetic. as long as you’re yourself, he’s happy.

that doesn’t mean he’s indifferent to your style though. now that he knows you and understands your aesthetic a little better, Zoro might notice some items in stores that might match your style and appeal to you. Well— he might be a little off the mark sometimes, but he’s trying, okay?

Zoro is both a little hesitant and rather confident about introducing you to the crew; but everything would be fine. it’s true that your style doesn’t go unnoticed, it contrasts with Zoro’s, which is rather sober. reactions are flying and the swordsman wonders if he shouldn’t go to bed instead.

— ‘wow, we’d never have thought that Zoro's girlfriend would have this kind of aesthetic. that’s good, it’s a change from his style.’

— ‘what style? Zoro doesn’t have any style.’

— ‘it’s so cool, looks like (y/n) is from a coven of witches or something. like, as if she came from the darkness.’

the last remark, funny and coming out of the captain’s mouth, drew an amused smile from you.

‘yeah, that’s right. and Zoro’s my little sunshine.’

the crew fell silent at the sound of your voice as you patted Zoro’s shoulder. Sanji’s face contorts into an indescribable expression.

‘him? what the heck.’

i think you guys know what would happen next

Vinsmoke Sanji

you? “darkness”? have you seen yourself? you are the ray of sunshine in Sanji’s life.

he loves everything about you. your voice, your personality, your eyes, your smile, etc, etc, and no matter how you dress up, you will always be the most beautiful in his eyes. as long as you wear clothes that you like, there’s no reason to question it.

‘no specific aesthetic can match your breathtaking natural beauty anyway, (y/n)-chwan.’

i know i've said it several times before, but i’ll say it again: Sanji is a supportive and caring boyfriend, who seeks to share your interests as much as he wants you to discover his own. so he wouldn’t hesitate to try to learn about the meanings of your aesthetic, its history, etc. he would appreciate it even more if you’re the one to tell him about it hehe

he too would be the type to now more easily notice clothes, accessories and other items that match your aesthetic and that might please you. Sanji’s a good cook, therefore he’s an observant and precise person, and you’d never be disappointed with his gifts.

it’s with great pride that Sanji would introduce you to the crew, and no matter how surprised his crewmates might be, he’s ready to fight if anyone has anything to say about your style >:(

— ‘i didn't think you’d date someone with that style. looks cool. welcome, (y/n)!’

— ‘well, at least you two seem complementary’

— ‘how could anyone want to date this stupid cook overall.’

self-control. self-control, Sanji.

[bigball-thefrog]

Teased Him Just Enough To Hate Me~: Ace X Reader (Smut)

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Poll

Alright everyone I'm back and here with the first part of my recent poll where you all decided between which I posted first. And Ace won the poll! So here you all go, ya filthy animals (jk I loved writing this and it was my idea) enjoy your smut.

Warnings/Tags:

Gender neutral reader

Smut

Handcuffs

Being cuffed to the bed

Teasing

Slight oral (male receiving)

Gender neutral reader with female genitals.

Ace goes a little feral

Vaginal penetration by male genitals

Rough sex

Deep sex

Unprotected sex

Coming without pulling out

Smut with fluff at the end

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Narrator POV

Ace and you had been in a relationship for awhile and had become comfortable with sex. In fact you two were constantly exploring and trying new things to see what you both liked. Which lead to today.

The Whitebeard pirates had stopped at an island for supplies, food, ale, the usual, you had joined Thatch with picking out the best products for everyone to eat for the next few weeks. Ace had gone off on his own to explore the island and see if there would be anything fun for you two to do, when he came across an adult store. A smirk spread across his face as he stepped in inside, an idea growing of what he wanted to do with you tonight. He soon stepped out of the store with his bag and went off to find you. Once he found you over by some fruit he snuck up behind you and wrapped his arms around you, "There you are princess~" you gasped and jumped and gasped before playfully punching him in the arm, "You asshole, don't scare me like that~" "Sorry princess I just got excited because I have something to show you~" he said as he dangled the bag in front of you. "Oh? What did you get me?~" You aid as you carefully took the bag and looked inside, your eyes widening in surprise as you spotted a pair of, pink fuzzy hand cuffs. "Ace..." "C'mon princess we've tried so many different things, how come I haven't cuffed you to the bed yet?" you smirked and looked back at him. "Fine, we'll try them out tonight. But don't get too cocky now.~" You said as you gave Ace a playful pinch on the cheek before going back to your shopping, Ace pumped his fist in success, excited for tonight.

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After the crew had gone to sleep, Ace had snuck out of his room and towards yours, he quietly knocked and waited for you to open the door almost visibly shaking in anticipation. You opened the door in your pjamas, which to Ace, was the sexist thing you could wear, "You ready to test those handcuffs princess?" He said with a smirk, as his eyes trailed down your body, "Yeah, get your cute ass in here already." Ace made his way inside and closed the door behind you two. You took the charge and pinned Ace to the wall with a kiss, he quickly kissed back as his hands went to your hips and lightly squeezed them as he moved his lips against yours. After a few moments he pulled away panting, "Someone's impatient tonight~" he said as he lead you over to the bed, gently pushing you down and climbing on top of you. "Yeah, I just can't wait to use those handcuffs~" Ace smirked and repositioned you both to where he was laying on his back again the headboard and you straddling his lap, "You're excited about being handcrafted to the bed? Didn't think you'd bo SO excited princess~" "Oh I am excited, but but not for being the one chained up." Before Ace could ask what you meant, you quickly grabbed his hands and cuffed him to the bed. "Princess, what are you doing?" Ace asked as he tried to move, but couldn't move much at all, you smirked and sat up to straddle his thighs, "You really think I'd let you chain me cuff me and have your way again? No, I'm finally gonna get payback and tease you the same way I've been teased by you multiple times before~" You said as you took off your shirt, exposing your chest to Ace.

"Goddam..." Ace muttered as he felt his pants began to tighten already. "Alright princess, give it your best shot, try and tease me." you smirked as you reached down and gently pressed his bulge, casing him to groan, "You think I haven't slept with you enough to know just how to tease you? Oh Ace my darling, I know your body just as much as you know mine" you stopped pressing on his bulge and reached for his zipper and pulled it down before pulling down the button. His bulge grew without the restraint of pants and you pushed on his bulge again causing him to groan, "Is that all you got sweetheart? This is just getting me excited." "Oh trust me, this is nothing" you said then pulled down his boxers letting his cock spring free, fully erect and already leaking precum, "Oh, it's so easy to get you excited Ace~" you teased, despite being under your mercy, Ace still kept up a front and smirked, "That's just because you're so goddam sexy darling~ Everything about you gets me going." "Sweet, but flattery will get you nowhere." you took his cock firmly in your grasp and pumped it a few times before leaning down and taking his tip into your mouth. Ace shuddered and clenched his body at the feel of your lips. You didn't fully take him in your mouth but just teased his tip, lightly sucking while wrapping your tongue around it too, making him moan and buck his hips, trying to get more of his cock into your mouth. Once you noticed this you removed your mouth and smirked "*tsk tsk tsk* Look at you, so desperate it's painful, and here you thought you couldn't be teased, now you know how it feels." you mocked and sat up, letting go of his now swollen red cock. Ace looked up at you with a dazed look, panting and tensing his body, trying to get some sort of relief. Now sitting up, Ace got a good angle of your body making him somehow even more turned on. You decided to make it worse by starting to play with your chest, groping and rubbing them, taunting Ace because he couldn't touch you himself.

"Dammit princess... If you don't let me out these cuffs soon and let me touch you... I'm gonna fucking snap..." Ace groaned as he tensed his body, craving release and your body. You chuckled as you let go of one of your breasts and used one finger to trace his leaking tip, "Oh? What makes you think I'm gonna let you out?" you teased and flicked his tip making him wince. "Then I'll break out of these damm cuffs!" Ace grunted in frustration. "Oh please, you're not gonna break out if these cuffs, you're completely under my mercy until I'm satisfied~" you said as you moved off him and started to take your bottoms off, now completely exposing yourself to him. Ace started to become so frustrated his Devilfruit activated and made his cock become even more red. Wanting to push your teasing to the max you straddled his lap again and teasingly rubbed your entrance against his top causing Ace the growl, his frustration heightened to the max. You kept up this painful teasing, now finally pushing Ace over the edge, his teeth bared, his face turning red as he heated his hands and wrists with his Devilfruit and snapped the handcuffs like they were nothing. Now free he grabbed your hips and practically impaled you on his red hot cock, you let out a loud gasp and froze as Ace let out a sigh of relief, his cock relaxing a tiny but but not coming yet. He than sat up and kept you on his lap as he moved his hands to your chest, finally getting to touch and grope you as much as he wants to. "Fuck finally... Now you're mine... And don't think I'm not gonna punish you for what you did sweetheart." He said with a smirk that made you gulp.

Once Ace had his fill of feeling your body, he moved his hands to grab your thighs. He then sat up properly, keeping you firmly on his lap and cock. He looked at your position on his lap and smirked, you were on top but he had full control, "So fucking beautiful~" he murmured before raising his hips and you upwards, pushing himself deeper inside you before lowering himself down and almost completely out of your warmth before slamming back inside and as deep as he could, you threw your head back and gasped in a mix of pain and pleasure. Ace then repeated his actions and started to fuck you, hard, deep and fast while keeping you suspended above his lap. He continued thrusting like this for awhile until he suddenly layed you on your back folded you into a mating press and climbing on top of you to fuck you deeper. At this point you stopped trying to muffle your moans and just let every moan and gasp fly out your mouth, too caught up in pleasure to care about waking up the others. His cock hitting your g-spot repeatedly started to build up pleasure and that familiar feeling of an orgasmic knot in your stomach started to grow and the same with Ace, the feeling of his lower regions starting to tense as his release quickly approached him. But he held on, he held it in, he needed to keep going until he felt your walls clench around him, then he'd let himself cum and come with you, one of his favorite things to do when he was intimate with you. Your orgasm started building up quickly as Ace kept up the same pace and as soon as your walls began to clench from our release, Ace let go and shot his hot ropes of cum deep inside you, your body clench as your orgasm ripped through your body, filling you with that feeling of ecstasy you loved so much. Ace held you firm against his lap, letting the last ropes of cum spew out into you, and letting you ride out your orgasm. Once your body relaxed and you were both left panting, Ace pulled out and carefully moved you to lay next to him. Despite being sweaty and covered in each other's fluids, Ace just moved to wrap an arm around you.

Ace pulled you close and placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, but instead of turning around to face him and kissing him back you just stayed facing away from him. Ace quickly noticed this and spoke up, "Hey, what's wrong?" "This isn't how I wanted tonight to go..." "What do you mean?" "I wanted to be the one to tease and fuck ou tonight... But I instead just got pushed back down to the bottom and got my brains fucked out instead..." Ace listened to what you said and frowned a little, he knew he had snapped and took control of the situation, but he didn't know it would upset you so much. So he sighed and pulled you closer," I'm sorry baby I thought you liked it when I took control." "I just wanted to get you back for all the times you've teased me..." Ace lowered his head and peppered kisses along your shoulder, "Well if it's any consolation I found you *mega* sexy when you were you were teasing me like that." your cracked a small smile but didn't say anything else, "And... Now that I know what it feels like, I'll calm down on the teasing... Is that okay?" you nodded and turned around to face him, "Yeah... It's okay." Ace smiled and placed a gently kiss on your forehead "I love you, my little firecracker~", you finally gave him a soft smile and kissed him gently on the lips, "I love you too, my firefly~" Ace's smile widened and he pulled you as close as he could before pulling the blanket over you two. "No bath?" You asked. "Nah, not tonight I just wanna hold you close like this without moving for as long as possible. We'll bath tomorrow." you smiled and started to get comfy, "What about all the fluids leaking onto the bed?" you questioned, "Eh, I'll leave it fir whoever is on laundry duty tomorrow" Ace replied as he rested his head on top of your chin and closed his eyes. You chuckled at the thought of the poor soul that would have to clean up your mess tomorrow morning, you then nestled your head underneath his chin and soon drifted off to sleep with him.

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Fun fact! Ace is actually my favorite character in the series, so this has been one of my favorite part of pieces to write so far. Please enjoy for now, and I'll post the Sabo smut hopefully soon.

Kelly🐸

[jewishcissiekj]

25+ issues of this fucking dude were enough for a lifetime I hate him with a passion

[cynicalmusings]

actually, because of that secret secret i just read, i’m going to post this thought before i forget about it, actually — for the last few days i’ve been turning over the idea of dan heng x reader where the reader, a chef or at least competent cook, joins the express and works as chef to save everybody from himeko’s… creative dinner plans (inspired by the recent event)… and there’s something about the effortless, easy confidence with which you navigate the kitchen which dan heng admires. it’s an art form of its own, really.

(plus, as i mentioned, everyone loves you because you’re there to step in and lend some guidance when himeko decides it’s her turn to cook…..)

[sivdoodles]

When the boss said he was hangin' up his hat, everyone was lousy with speculation. Nobody was expectin' it to actually stay in the family, but Daylight Spring grew up in the business and took to it like marbles on a dish. And while that might seem like a lot for a young filly, that's what help like Gardenia Glow and Pepperdance are for.

New OC. Daylight Spring, a little criminal.

[dravidious]

You're more amazing than noodles

That, my good friend, is a matter of taste.

Anyway, vehicle crew costs are too low so I made big ones

The vast majority of crew costs are 3 or less. I'm pretty sure the reason why crew costs are so low is because a vehicle would have to be really good to justify a high crew cost, but making a vehicle significantly stronger than its mana cost would normally allow probably causes gameplay problems or something idk, so vehicles typically end up in a middle zone where they have low crew costs and are somewhat stronger than their mana cost would allow.

My way of making higher crew costs was to add enters-the-battlefield effects to the vehicles; by giving them extra value outside of their use as a creature, it justifies giving the creature part a worse cost-benefit ratio. Thus, a high crew cost for a creature that's only somewhat stronger than its mana cost would allow.

Honestly giving a vehicle a high crew cost is also dangerous just because the player might be totally unable to pay it. Especially since by spending mana and a card playing a vehicle, they DIDN'T get to spend that on a real creature. That's why I stuck to crew 4-5. Except for the Excavator Dreadnought, where I just went all-out.

[bluewxrld07]

Been Like This - (Lando Norris)

Lando Norris X F!Reader

Summary: Lando and Y/N are besties. Someone in the friendgroup admits Y/N is a virgin. Little did Lando know this little secret she has been hiding. She ends up getting all embarrassed, and gives Lando the silent treatment after he jokes about it. He soon realizes that maybe it wasn't something she wanted to have joked about. In which he finally corners her on a night out and gives her a taste of what she’s missing, only for her to turn the tables.

Warning(s): takeout, mutual pining, dirty talk

A/N: lemme know if we want part two!!!

It was more of a laid-back night in Italy for the crew, some of the select friend group had gotten together in the suite that Lando and Oscar shared. The balcony doors were wide open to let in the cool oceanside breeze, the sun nearing to sit at the edge of the horizon with nothing but clear skies above.

Y/N had been sitting on the floor by the foot of the couch, inside the large living room with an almost empty glass of whiskey in hand, as she tried to hold in a laugh at something Max was saying in the group. 

She adjusted the papaya-colored sundress she wore, taking another light sip of the drink in her hand. 

"Okay, but that's not fair to say! I had no idea she was going to be coming back with me in the first place, let alone trying to steal shit from my place. Spare me please!" Max groans as he rubs a hand over his face. 

"Yeah, but dude you totally saw it coming with how she kept hinting at her feet hurting, stating she wanted to go somewhere else much calmer with you," Lando argues, the man sitting at the end of the couch as his hand comfortably sits on Y/N's shoulder. 

"She was practically pleading to go home, Max. Come on now." Y/N chuckles.

"Next time I'm doing a full background check before taking someone home. Damn near died from that encounter alone."

"That'll stop from junior down there for sure." Oscar laughs, nodding down towards his groin, earning a look from Max. 

"Laugh all you want, you were ready to kiss the concrete that night," Max mutters while sipping on his drink. Y/N had to hold a snort back as she sipped her drink, wiping away the drop that spilled from her mouth. 

She felt a small squeeze on her shoulder which caused her to look up at Lando nodding towards her glass. "More?" he asks and she nods while handing him her glass as he stands.

"Don't make me miss anything else while I go get more refreshments. This is too good, I need more on Maxie poo." Lando snickers while walking over towards the kitchen. 

"Like you haven't had your fair share of hook-up nightmares!" Oscar yells out, earning a groan from Lando. 

Y/N lets out a loud snort at that, knowing exactly how bad most had been. 

"Yeah, you've got that right. He keeps a list in his notes app on his phone." Y/N admits, earning howls from the group.

"No way, really? Oh, I've gotta see these." Charles claims, leaning his head back as he lets out a laugh. 

"You little snitch!" Lando giggles as he comes back while pointing at her, she puts her hands up in defense. "You never said I couldn't share between the group. Not my fault there were regulations!" she snorts, giving him a thankful smile while he hands her the new glass of whiskey.

"That's insane you hold that so close to you," Oscar cackles. "Lando's Hall of Fame for worst hookups." 

Lando throws an ice cube at him before leaning back on the couch. 

"Hey easy there Oscar, I hear you're not too far behind either with hookups." Y/N points out, earning a playful eyeroll.

"Yeah yeah okay whatever. I won't say you're wrong on that," he admits, adjusting his position in the recliner before pointing at her with a frown. 

"You wanna play dirty? You want to talk about your body count?" Oscar taunts playfully, making her look up from her glass and give him a pointed look. 

"Don't you dare!"

Oscar puts his hands up in defense. "Hey fine if you don't want to talk about your body count of zero that's fine by me," he says, making her mouth drop.

Everyone immediately looks at her with both shock and amusement on their faces. 

"No way! Dear old Y/N, is this true?" Charles asks.

Y/N facepalms. "Since when did we not know this?" Max laughs out, earning a nonchalant shrug from her.

"Y/N you're kidding!" Lando's voice perks up, earning a flinch from her as she slowly turns behind her to see nothing but shock and confusion on his face. 

To say he was shocked was an understatement. He had been friends with her since before they both could remember, seeing how boys would fall at her feet regardless of how she acted. Especially when high school and college came, she had the biggest glow-up. 

Bloody hell he would have been at his knees if she asked. So hearing this statement not only made something in him ignite, but it also made him feel disappointed at the fact she never told him about it.

"What?" she asks. 

Lando tilts his head lightly at her. "You're a virgin?" he questions.

"Yeah?" she says nonchalantly, trying to keep her embarrassment at bay and hiding how she wanted to shrink away. 

"How did I not know this?"

"It just never came up," she says, taking a sip of her drink. 

Lando leans back against the couch with a lazy smirk as he raises his drink to his lips. "Sweetheart I would've gladly helped if I had known."

Y/N shoots him a frown, making his smirk drop when he notices she is not in the mood for jokes like those. "I mean I would not have judged you for something like that," he says quickly. 

"Lando of all people I feel like would've known. You two have been inseparable for years." Max states, that Y/N justshrugs once more before downing her whiskey in one gulp.

"Didn't really find someone I wanted to lose it to, and then I kind of just didn't care for it," she admits with a dry laugh, standing up from her spot and using Lando's knee as support while she stood. 

"I'm in shock right now. Have you seen what you look like Y/N? How? Literally how?" Charles' girlfriend chimes in, and Y/N blows a playful kiss her way as she walks over to where her shoes are.

"I had bigger priorities is all. Not a big deal." Y/N chuckles. "But speaking of, duty calls. I've gotta be up way before any of you lots in the morning," she says, trying to hide the embarrassment in her voice. 

Her eyes land on Lando's, who have many emotions going through them as he looks at her. 

She bids them all goodnight before heading out and back to her room, immediately feeling the weight on her chest begin to cave in. She wraps her arms around herself as she stalks to her room, ready to call it a night. 

As she was doing her nightly bathroom routine she saw her phone buzz and turn on, showing that Lando had texted her. 

Lando 🧡: Sorry for making that joke, I didn't mean any harm by it

Lando 🧡: Girls like you just usually have history. I was caught off guard

Lando 🧡: Shit that sounded really bad that's not what I meant

Lando 🧡: Can we talk, please?

Y/N rolled her eyes at his text, placing her phone back down while she spit her toothpaste out. It wasn't that she didn't want to experience it, she just never had the full chance to.

When she went on dates or was talking to a guy, it just never really got to that point she just never felt the need for intimacy. 

At first, she thought she was crazy or maybe didn't like boys, but it truly just was never that. She had been one of the girls in school that was so much more focused on her studies and getting her degree than worrying about who was dating who. 

But now she just had a busy work life. Working for Formula One did have many pros of course, but it also had cons where she was traveling and working every single day.

She also had come to realize that she only wanted one person to make her feel that way. To make her feel how the men in the books she read made her insides feel when reading, and it made her realize that all the men she rejected were simple because her body had already chosen its person. 

But she knew better than anyone that Lando didn't go for virgins. She's heard him talk about how afraid he is of them getting attached, or hurting them and he didn't want that on his conscience. 

So she stopped pestering herself about it. 

She turned off the bathroom light as she walked back towards her bed, setting her phone on her charger. She saw another couple of messages come in from Lando, not bothering to read them. 

She sighed before sliding underneath the fresh covers, turning the light off, and looking out the balcony glass doors as the moonlight made its presence known through the windows.

Her eyes slowly shut not shortly after.

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Lando was losing his mind. 

Not only because it was race day, but also because Y/N had been ignoring him all morning. 

Or so that is what he thinks she's doing. He's known her long enough to know when she's ignoring someone, she does everything in her power to avoid wherever they'll be to avoid confrontation. 

She had already set up his room and pre-race plans before he arrived, the man always catching her leaving right as he was entering, but her figure was turned away from him before she could notice he was coming. 

Little notes had been left on his stuff with her handwriting on it, and they were things she would usually say and instruct him before races. He caught her a few times across the lot talking and laughing with Oscar or any of the other workers. As soon as he would make his way over, she would soon begin to walk off and slyly end her conversation with whoever it was.

It was driving him mad.

Although there was one time he knew he'd get to talk to her before the race, and that was right now. 

She had to make sure the car was all set as he got settled in, then made sure his gear was all in place as he got in. When she came into view, she was bent over the side of the car and checking his coms, RPM amongst other controls. 

"Sweetheart, really?" he asks underneath the helmet, watching as she is mumbling to herself and checking off each thing. 

"Do your radio check in your helmet." she instructs, now leaning behind him. He looks back at her and shakes his head before doing as he is told, rather than testing her patience which he can tell is very thin.

"Y/N," he says, not getting an answer while she makes sure his straps are good while he straps in. Her hand comes across his chest to tighten the top, his hand gripping her wrist which causes her to snap a look at him.

"You know better than to ignore me, sweet girl," he says lowly to her, watching as her facial expression doesn't change and she snags her hand from his grip before straightening back to her position and looking up.

"Everything is good. He's ready." she signals out before walking off.

Lando was about ready to risk everything in that moment, unstrap himself, and go after her, maybe even have his way. Show her what it was like to feel that form of ecstasy he so badly wished she would let him give her. He should have known better after the things he said the night before, but he was just so caught off guard by it. 

But if there was anything he knew, it was to not push her if she didn't want to be pushed. 

Besides, he knew she would seem his ass out if he was so much as a millimeter out of line for a race. 

So he decided that this would have to happen after. 

It has to.

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It ended up being a great night that night, as Lando was placed on the podium. 

They decided since it was their last night in Italy, that what kind of night would it be if they didn't go out and celebrate the beautiful nightlife that it had? 

So here the entire friend group was, the music booming loudly at the Formula One roofless club/party event as the stars and moon lined the sky above. 

Y/N had still kept her distance the rest of the day after the win, only keeping it professional as she didn't want to hash things out during work. She was not a fan of having to avoid Lando, but she just could not bring herself to look or talk to him after he found that out yesterday. 

Not that she was mad anymore at him, she was more so just embarrassed because Lando was this playboy. He had no trouble with girls, and she knew he would never judge her of all people. 

It just made her think things would be different, especially with how she sees him. Not that he knew that. 

So now here she stood wearing a snug black satin maxi skirt and a matching tup top, a pair of nude heels adorning her feet. She was in a conversation with Max and one of her coworkers, a drink in hand.

Y/N jumped lightly when she felt a pair of hands slither around the skin that was showing between her top and skirt, the hands warm and soft while they stopped at her front. She turned her head around to see Lando already looking down at her with a straight face, giving her a light squeeze. 

She says nothing before turning back to finish the story she was telling, Max not hesitating to catch the look Lando gave him as a hint, giving him a sly nod as they let her finish the conversation. 

"We're gonna go find Charles and Oscar and do some photos. I'll come grab you after?" Max offers her before squeezing her arm as they pass by her and she nods with a warm smile. 

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" she jokes, earning a playful grin from Max, 

"That's a short list!" he shoots back before disappearing into the crowd. 

She turns around in Lando's grasp, looking up at his face and trying to read his expression. 

"You gonna acknowledge me now?" he asks, and she rolls her eyes. 

"Try again," she says with her arms crossed. 

"Why are you mad at me?" he asks her in a softer tone but still demanding. She frowns at him. 

"I'm not mad at you."

"Then why? Why ignore me?"

"I'm not-"

"You've been avoiding me all damn day," he interrupts, his hands leaving her sides as they fall to his. "I couldn't even get a look from you. So don't say you weren't avoiding me."

Y/N knew he was the last person to lie to, knowing he always sees right through her. She purses her lips and huffs. 

"I wasn't avoiding you because I was mad," she admits. 

"Then why were you?" he pesters more, and he sees her looking back and forth between his own eyes, but not missing the split second they flicked down to his lips. 

"Because," she answers shortly.

"Because why?" 

Y/N rolls her eyes and looks away from him, running her tongue over her teeth. Lando takes matters into his own hands, using one hand to grab her face and turn her gaze back to him. 

Not knowing the fire was igniting not only in her, but in him as well.

He always loved her feisty side. The way she was always able to dish it back when she wanted to.

When he got her gaze back on him, he crossed his arms over his chest waiting for an answer. "Why, Y/N?" he asks again. 

"I was embarrassed." she sputters out, her own arms coming to wrap around herself. Lando lets his brows furrow. 

"Why were you embarrassed?" he pushes. 

"I really don't-"

"Y/N."

"You won't look at me the same, Lan," she admits.

He leans closer to her. "Try me, sweet girl." he pushes, making her insides begin to spin in more good ways than one at their closeness.

"Because you're you, Lan," she starts. "I also just couldn't get anyone to make me feel a way I want to feel."

"And how is that?"

She gives him a look. "No." she says before turning away, Lando not far behind her as he grabs her hip to turn her back into him. 

"Y/N," he starts. "I'm not going to judge you. I'd never do that to you."

"You said yesterday-"

"Yeah and I was a wanker for saying that shit, I was just shocked. But I promise you, I won't judge you."

She looks at him with a softer serious look. "You promise?" she asks sternly and he nods. She huffs.

"Nobody could make my body, or my senses and all that, react how it reacts to you." 

Lando swears his heart stops beating for a second, and his stomach begins to churn with a whole other feeling. Lust. Want. Need. 

Y/N watches as his pupils slightly dilate, their closeness still making her heart pump fast as he stares down at her. 

"And how does it react to me? What happens?" he asks in a low voice, making her thighs automatically clench. She lets out a breath. 

Instead of letting her answer, Lando lets one of his hands travel up to push a strand of her hair away before gripping her chin and playing with her lower lip. 

Y/N lets out a deep sigh at the feeling of his thumb grazing over the skin, feeling his other hand drift down to play with the hem of her skirt. His hand every so often caressed below the hem where her lace panties were. 

"What do you feel?" he asks her lowly, a sly smirk on his face. 

She says nothing, only holding their eye contact with such fire and need in her eyes. Instead of her saying something this time, she decides to act. 

Y/N's bottom lip falls open wider, letting her teeth graze his thumb before taking it in her mouth. 

To say Lando was frozen for a second is an understatement. The way her tongue flicked against his thumb made his pants tighten, not missing the way one of her hands trailed up to his toned chest and pushed him lightly back onto the chair behind him. 

She stood between his legs and let his thumb fall from her mouth as it trailed down her chin, to her throat, down the valley of her breasts and her stomach, and joined his other hand at her hips. He kept one hand squeezing at her hip as the other began squeezing at her thigh as he held eye contact with her fiery ones. 

"You asked me what my body feels," she says, trailing her hand that was on his chest up towards his hair. She was softly running her fingers through it as she watched him bite his lip to hide a not-so-slick groan. 

Before he can decipher what was happening, her grip on his hair tightens and she pulls his head back so he is fully looking up at her. She watched his lips part in a soft moan, a sly smirk going to her lips. 

She has him right where she wants him. 

Her other hand finds home on his jawline. She slowly bends down and lets her face hover over his, their lips barely grazing. Lando tries to reach and close the distance but is stopped by the tighter grip she has on his hair. 

"What's wrong, sweet boy?" she taunts, earning a smirk from the boy below against her lips. 

"I want to finally feel how those lips are against mine instead of it being in my dreams, baby," he says back, making her chuckle lowly. 

She obeys his command, placing her lips fully on his. She doesn't miss the noises coming from him as their lips move in sync, or how his hands want to move but stay respectfully where they are.

Y/N pulls away far too shortly after for Lando's liking, smirking against his lips before looking into his eyes. 

"How you're feeling right now," she mutters. "Is exactly how you make me feel. All the time," she admits, making his breathing become rapid. 

She lets go of his hair before standing up straight turning away from Lando and taking a sip of her drink while going to find the rest of their friends. 

Lando didn't fail to watch as her hips swayed side to side when she walked away, having to adjust his pants. 

The fact that she had all this fire in her, the way she was able to make him so close to begging in the span of a minute made him realize how down bad he was for her.

He knew that when he finally got her, he was never letting her go. She was his and he would make sure every man knew that.

This was definitely far from over, and he knew she knew that too.

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Warnings: brief mention of Sabaody & Marineford in Luffy's part Genre: fluff Characters: Luffy, Zoro, & Law Summary: How they realize they have feelings for you (acts of service edition) Author's Note: We're back finally omg. Zoro's part of this stumped me so hard because I wanted to keep the idea I had for him for the next installment of this series so sorry if this one falls flat! I kind of hate it, but I promise all the Zoro fans out there will be well-fed in the next segment. ;_; I'm so glad you guys have been enjoying them so far. I hope you guys enjoy this one and as always happy reading! masterlist

Luffy always acts on instinct which makes it all the more pure when he does something nice.

If he sees something that reminds him of someone or wants to do something nice, he'll just do it. He's also surrounded by people who are constantly doing the same for him. However, I think someone really going the extra mile to do something meaningful for him would most likely make his heart flutter and cause him to re-evaluate how he feels about you.

~

Storms are a common occurrence out on the sea, especially while traveling in the Grand Line. They've had their fair share of wild storms, sometimes with weather phenomena beyond belief, but Luffy loved them all.

Caution to the wind, he was always sitting on the mast, right on the Sunny where he belonged. Nami hated it, always yelling at him about how one of these days he would fall in and something bad would happen, but he knew Zoro would always go and get him, so did it really matter?

So, when he was sitting on the Sunny as he always did and another storm began to start, he simply shoved his hat further onto his head and ignored at all of the crew's attempts to get him to come down and head inside.

"You're gonna get yourself killed, Luffy!" Nami scolded, yelling from her place on the upper deck as Luffy continued ignoring her.

He simply laughed, turning to look at her over his shoulder as the crew scrambled around trying to ready the ship for the winds and rain. "If I fall, Zoro will just come and get me!"

The man in question was still dozing on the deck, seemingly unbothered by the onslaught of rain pelting him. Nami glared, walking down the stairs and hitting him on the head hard enough to leave a welt and the two of them began to bicker. Luffy laughed again, always enjoying his crew's antics and trusting that they would figure everything out. They always did.

He catches your eyes as you're starting to run around the deck, grabbing furniture and rushing it inside with Sanji's help and you flash him a reassuring smile. He returns it, watching as you pick up the foldable table Robin was reading at not a few minutes ago before running inside. He feels warmth spread across his chest and he tells himself that it's his sign that everything will be fine. And it is for a while until a particularly harsh wave crashes against the side of the Sunny as he's watching you grab the last of the furniture. He loses his grip, his balance thrown off by being twisted around and looking the wrong way, and before he can catch himself he's splashing into the sea, sapping all his strength in an instant.

The cold water rushes around him, pulling him further and further down into the water and he can feel his vision blurring the longer he stays in the water. He vaguely sees someone jump into the water causing a splash above and then Zoro's familiar green hair is swimming towards him. All he can manage to do is give him a weak smile before Zoro grabs him and hauls him back up to the surface of the water. Eventually, he's laid out on the deck of the ship, the crew immediately crowding around him as he coughs out water from his mouth.

"You idiot, this is exactly what I said would happen!" Nami chides, hitting him on the head this time instead of Zoro.

He groans, complaining half-heartedly. "But Zoro got me just like I said!"

Nami bickers with him for a little longer until he has enough strength to sit up. He reaches behind him to grab his hat and pull it onto his head once again but is surprised when he's met only with the cold skin of his neck instead of the familiar well-worn straw. His hand goes to his head next, wondering if somehow he was already wearing it and it hadn't fallen off his head while he was in the water, but all he's met with is his wet messy hair.

"Where's my hat?" he asks, turning to Zoro.

Zoro cracks open his eye from where he settled in to resume his nap and looks like he's about to give some snarky reply before he stops. His mouth snaps shut and his eye widens slightly as he seems to remember something.

"I don't know," he says, causing a wave of anxiety to crash through Luffy immediately. "I just pulled you out of the water. I didn't see your hat. Isn't it around your neck?"

Luffy stands up then, running over to the side of the railing to look for it. The waves have picked up in intensity so despite his best efforts, he can't find any signs of his hat. He looks over his shoulder, the rest of the crew besides Zoro oblivious to his panic, too busy resuming their clearing of the ship's deck. He once again catches your eyes and you immediately sense that something is wrong, like you always seem to be able to do when it comes to him, and you run over as Zoro curses under his breath and gets up himself.

"What's wrong Luffy?" you ask, concern evident as you meet him.

He looks back out at the water, still desperately searching for any hint of yellow or red as he responds. "My hat."

It doesn't explain anything, but you know him well enough to fill in the blanks, immediately looking at him and noticing its absence and putting the rest together. By now, it seems that Zoro has informed the rest of the crew as the ship is coming to a halt and everybody has begun to look out to the sea for his hat.

He moves back toward the figurehead, thinking that maybe it caught on the Sunny's head before he fell but has no luck. He can feel a pit forming in his stomach at the thought of him losing his hat forever, of not being able to keep his promise to Shanks, but then he hears your shout.

"I can see it!"

He runs over to the stairs, eyes following your point out to sea and finally, he sees his hat. It's a little far out, but it's there, floating on the water's surface amongst the waves. He looks back just in time to see you hauling yourself up onto the railing, throwing your jacket onto the deck before jumping headfirst into the icy cold water. He hears some shouts of protest from the crew but you've already disappeared into the water, oblivious to their cries.

"What are they thinking?" Usopp calls as he begins climbing the ladder up to the crow's nest. "The waves are so powerful, will they be ok?"

A new kind of panic wells inside of him at Usopps words. He knows that you're strong and he's seen you swim before on the few rare beach days the crew gets, but he also knows that the ocean is a force to be reckoned with, waves and currents pushing and pulling with intense force. He runs over to the railing once more, keeping his eyes trained on his hat and waiting to see you pop up next to it. The rest of the crew joins him quickly, everyone waiting with bated breath as you swim under the water.

Eventually after what feels like minutes but was most likely only a few seconds, you do pop out of the water right next to his hat. You grab it in your hand and turn to face the ship, waving your hand with a smile. His relief is short-lived, however, when a giant wave comes crashing down right on you, pulling you under the water. He hears someone scream your name and it takes a few seconds before he realizes that it's him screaming. He wants to jump in and save you like his instincts are telling him but he feels so helpless, just like on Sabaody, just like at Marineford, because you're right there and he can't help you.

Thankfully, before his body can move and doom himself to drowning, Zoro is jumping in after you. Once again, he's left waiting, wondering if this is how the crew always feels when he's gone overboard and needed to get saved. Seconds tick by before the water breaks once more and there you two are. Zoro begins paddling over to the ship and you're coughing water out while clutching his hat to your chest.

When you're finally lifted onto the ship, all you can do is lean against the railing, still holding his hat to your chest. You finish catching your breath as Robin comes over holding your jacket. You smile up at everyone, first at Robin and then at him. You lift the hat up towards him. "I got it, safe and sound."

The crew breathes a giant sigh of relief, seeing you and your humor still intact. Robin leans you forward and lays your jacket over your shoulders while Nami begins to criticize you for jeopardizing your health. All he can do is stand in front of you, paralyzed as he watches you recovering from your swim. The breeze picks up again and a particularly strong one causes you to shiver, clothes still soaked with seawater.

"Come on, let's go inside. We don't want anyone catching a cold," Nami says, ushering everyone inside.

You stand up with Robin's help and before you go inside, you step towards him. You're holding the hat out to him, more firmly this time as your strength from fighting the water comes back.

"Here," you offer, "The string is broken, so you'll need to fix it but otherwise it's in good condition."

He picks it up, brushing his hand over the familiar three slashes in the top that Nami had carefully sown up all those years ago and he's filled with such gratitude for you. You risked your life to go and retrieve his hat after his carelessness, had held it so close to you as if it was something precious, knowing how important it was to him that you would throw caution to the wind, so it's with a smile that he finds himself placing the hat on your head instead of his own.

"You wear it for now. Consider it my thanks!" he says, his sunny smile radiating the warmth that's spreading across his own chest at the thought that you would risk so much for what most would consider just a hat.

As he heads inside and Sanji begins to serve dinner, he can't help the flutter in his heart every time you look at him in his hat. It suits you so well that he can't find it in himself to take it back from you until you settle it on his head before heading to bed. From now on, he finds more excuses to give his hat to you, and every time it makes his heart stop. He realizes quite quickly why he's feeling this way and it only encourages him to give you his hat even more. The person he loves deserves it, after all.

Zoro really values the actions of others. It's easy to say things without following through, so purposeful actions or a promise kept means everything.

Zoro never says anything he doesn't mean, but he certainly doesn't say anything he doesn't intend to follow through on. Actions prove everything to him and he values the fact he's on a crew that feels the same. I think someone sharing that same devotion to showing care and intent through your actions, especially if it's something for him, would be huge and make him realize his feelings for you.

~

Zoro isn't one to hold back, but especially not when he fights. He gives everything he has to give, plus a little bit more. In order to be the best, he'll push himself well past his limits. He doesn't see the issue with it, always willing to sacrifice himself for the team because the best should be able to take it. To handle the weight of the world.

Normally, this method works out, but it also leads to him getting wounded more often than he likes to admit.

He always lets Chopper treat his injuries but doesn't always strictly adhere to his recovery plans. Before his injuries truly have a chance to fully heal, he's already off to his next battle or training session. Over time, those injuries turn into something much worse and that was exactly what happened in the Straw Hat's most recent fight.

He'd gone into the battle with a strained muscle in his arm and all it took was for him to put a little too much power into a swing for it to turn into a full-on tear. Chopper had given him a long lecture after the fight and was still getting on him about properly resting this time around as he finished treating him.

"I put a wrapping on the affected area to keep it compressed. You need to rest and keep the area elevated as much as possible. Ice it for 15 minutes every few hours," Chopper instructed as he began rooting around in his medicinal cabinets for something, "I'm serious this time. If you keep pushing yourself you'll cause irreparable damage."

Zoro nodded, humming lowly in agreement as he twisted his arm, trying to get used to the bandages. After a few more seconds, Chopper found what he was looking for and grabbed a small metal tin. He got down from the desk and gave the container to Zoro, who opened it to find a green salve inside.

"That should help with the recovery process. If you apply it once a day it should speed up the healing. I would apply it myself, but it works best when you apply it with skin-to-skin contact which my hooves can't do. You'll have to ask someone else to help," Chopper explained.

"I'll just do it myself," Zoro said, getting up to leave.

"Zoro," Chopper said, the seriousness of Chopper's voice forcing him to stop. All it took was one look from Chopper for him to get the message. He sighed, relenting easily. "Fine. I'll ask someone."

The rest of the day was as close to normal as he could possibly get. He slept on the deck, argued with Sanji (sans swords), and ate dinner with everyone like any other day. He'd almost forgotten he was injured until he went to do his nightly training and received a nasty glare from Chopper that forced him to reconsider.

It was his own personal hell to not be able to train himself like he's used to, but what was even worse was knowing he'd need to suck up his own pride and ask someone to rub ointment all over his arm the next day.

There was only one person on the ship he'd even consider asking, so he wasted no time the next day ci coming to find you.

He knew the most likely place to find you was in the library with your nose in a book and he was pleased when he found you there, all by yourself. He made his presence known by clearing his throat and you smiled at him as you set your book down and gave him your full attention. "I don't suppose you're here to read a book?" you teased.

He rolled his eyes, not even deeming to give a response as he crossed his arms to prepare himself. "No, I'm here to... ask for a favor."

"A favor? Sure, what is it," you asked, any pretense of teasing gone.

Zoro took the chair next to you and placed the container of ointment in front of you. You frowned, not understanding.

"Chopper gave me some stuff to put on my arm, but he told me I needed someone to help me," he explained, a frown pulling at his lips as he continued. "I'd appreciate it if it could be you who does it."

At this, you smiled. Zoro felt his cheeks warm as you shifted your body to face him. "Alright, sure. I can help you."

You never failed to surprise him with how easily you came to his aid. He started to unwrap his arm as you grabbed some of the salve with your fingers. When he finished unwrapping his arm, he held it out to you in an offering. You took his arm in your free hand, your touch more gentle than it ever needed to be with him, and began to rub the mixture into his arm.

"So, why exactly do you need help with this?" you asked to break the silence.

"Something about skin-to-skin," he grumbled, enjoying the feeling of your fingers massaging his skin more than he liked to admit. "Chopper said it heats up or something. Speeds it up."

"Well, I'm happy to help," you hummed, grabbing some more of the mixture and moving to a new spot.

It was cold at first, but the skin of your palm against his arm made it bearable. The longer you rubbed, the more it heated up and the more aware of your touch he became. He couldn't help the way his heart picked up the pace and he only prayed you couldn't feel it.

What the hell was up with him?

When you finally finished, you wiped your palm off and closed the tin, handing it back to him. "How long do you have to do this for?" you asked, already getting back into your book.

"A week or something," he sighed, already missing his regular routine after only one day.

"Gotcha. Well, I'll be here tomorrow if you need me," you said, giving him one last smile before continuing to read your book.

Once again, here you were offering him an olive branch. He felt his stomach flip as he left the room, but he told himself it was his nerves. That being read by you so easily caught him off guard.

For the next week, he came down to have you apply his ointment for him and every day you did it without complaint. Sometimes, he'd stick around, content to enjoy your company over sleeping on the deck. Sometimes, you'd tell him about your research and any progress you'd made while other times he'd doze off while you read your next bit of literature.

Soon enough, his last day of rest comes along and while you're applying his rub, he knows he has to say something.

"Thank you," he mumbles, clearing his throat before continuing, "For helping me."

"Of course. I'm always here for you," you reply, your voice light with the smile that lights up your face.

"Why?"

The question slips out before he can think better of it. He flinches, his immediate reaction to pull away, but with your firm grasp on his arm, he can't get far. Your brows are furrowed and when you look up at him he can't help but get nervous, because the truth is that he does want to know. He can't understand why you always drop everything for him, with a devotion he's only given and rarely received, and why it makes his stomach flip and his heart clench.

"Why?" you repeat, the slightest laugh in your voice as you grin up at him. "Because we're a team. I'd do it for all of you."

He can't help but feel disappointed in your answer, but he doesn't know why. He's about to brush it off and continue when you beat him to it.

"But also... I guess I do it because I can't help but want to. There's just something about you that I can't say no to. When you ask for help, what else can I do but give it to you?"

Zoro is silent for a moment as he lets your words sink in. You continue on like you haven't just bared your soul to him, like sharing something so vulnerable with him wasn't difficult in the slightest. Something about those words made him feel like he was floating, his heart soaring amongst the clouds.

"I feel the same," he says, forcing himself to respond after a long minute of silence.

For a moment, he could swear you clench his arm a little tighter, but your touch is feather light before he has time to process, so he writes it off as his imagination.

After that, he parts ways with one last final thank you, but his thoughts linger on your answer to his question long past that. He mulls it over until he feels like he's lived the moment a million times. It's not until days later that he realizes why your devotion to him makes his heart skip a beat and the realization only makes his feelings worse.

Law is the king of acts of service. This is where his true feelings absolutely shine if you're willing to read between the lines.

I also think this is what means the most to him. Growing up in the circumstances he did, he holds actions in a much higher regard than words or empty promises. I think having someone go out of their way to do something nice or considerate for him, and him actually wanting to do something back in return, would speak volumes to him and would make him consider his feelings.

~

Law likes to think that he takes good care of himself, but as he struggles to read the same page of his latest reading of choice as the words blur together from exhaustion, he has to concede that the evidence is really stacked against him.

He sets the papers down on his desk, leaning back slightly in his chair and rubbing his hand down his face and against his eyes, trying to will them into focusing when he hears a knock on his office door. A quick glance at the clock indicates that it's a few hours past dinner time and that almost the entire crew should be asleep.

"Come in," he calls out, exhaustion evident in his voice as he straightens back up in the chair. "What is it?"

The door opens and he's immediately met with your warm smile.

"Captain," you greet, peeking into the room with one hand opening the door, "I thought you might still be up."

Your smile softens the edges of the headache that's quickly forming in his head and he knows that you don't interrupt him unless you have something important, so he sits up in his chair even straighter and you take that as your signal to come in. You push the door open and he smells the soft scent of food waft over to him as the door pulls in the air from the hallway. He can feel his stomach churn, realizing just how hungry he is.

The source of the smell becomes immediately apparent when he looks up at you from where he was absentmindedly straightening the papers he set down. In your free hand is a plate piled high with what he assumes is the dinner the crew ate no more than a few hours ago.

"I was on clean-up duty today after dinner, so I made you a plate before I go to bed," you explain, coming over to his desk and carefully placing it on the little space not occupied by books or papers. "You never came out to eat so I thought you'd be hungry."

The meal is simple, but it makes his stomach growl loudly. You smile softly at him and he clicks his tongue against his teeth, the sound only serving to embarrass him and prove you right. He swallows, the fluttery, warm feeling in his chest making him stumble over what he should say. After a few moments of drawn out silence, you seem to take his lack of response as your sign to go.

"Don't stay up too late, ok?"

You're gone before he can say anything back and he finds himself internally kicking himself for just sitting there like an idiot. He sighs, diving into the plate of food after his stomach growls once more. When he's finally about to sleep hours later, he decides to be responsible and brings the plate into the kitchen for the morning crew to take care of. He places it on a counter in the kitchen just as another plate catches his eye.

Walking over, he sees 3 rice balls, carefully wrapped to preserve them, sitting on a plate next to a little note. He recognizes the handwriting as yours almost immediately and he picks it up to read it.

An early morning snack for our hardworking Captain <3

His fingers pinch the edge of the note hard enough to make a dent as he feels heat crawl up his neck and across his face. His eyes linger on the little heart you scribbled at the end of the note and the clenching he feels in his stomach is not at all related to his hunger. He eats the snack, grateful that there's no pickled plum filling, and pockets the note before leaving.

This little routine continues for a few weeks. You don't always appear at the same time, but you always do eventually, knocking on his office door and bringing him a plate of whatever the crew's eaten without him. He also finds himself looking forward to your little notes, the collection of them growing in one of the drawers of his desk. You write something different every night, but there's always that little heart at the end that sends the same warm feeling through him even though he knows it will be there every time.

Tonight, however, he finishes his reading a lot quicker. He's been noticing that happening more frequently, his eyes not blurring so much and allowing him to read everything at a steady pace instead of having to read the same lines over and over. He doesn't want to admit that it has anything to do with the fact that he's now eating at least twice a day consistently, but he is a doctor and he knows it does. With nothing else to read, he decides to bring his plate to the kitchen early and head to bed.

He's surprised when he finds the light on in the kitchen and even more surprised when he sees you still awake, back turned away from him as you hum to yourself. You're not wearing your boiler suit, instead wearing what looks like your pajamas as you mix something in a bowl, completely unaware of his presence. He sets the plate down and clears his throat, watching as you jump slightly before turning around, one hand on your chest as the other grips the counter. You let out a shaky breath of relief, the same honey-sweet smile you always give him melting onto your face as you look at him.

"Oh, it's just you. You scared me," you say, laughing slightly as you calm yourself down. You take a glance at the clock and then look back at him. "You're here early."

He frowns, not needing to look at the clock to know how late it is. He knows that he doesn't usually make it to the kitchen until much later, but he also knows that the crew ate dinner hours ago and that it's well past when you should be asleep, so he doesn't bother answering you, opting instead to answer with a statement of his own. "You're up late."

You smile at him again, always do, and begin mixing the contents of the bowl together once again. He crosses his arms, leaning against the counter as he waits for you to explain.

"Just making your snack," you explain, voice soft as you finally set the bowl down, satisfied with it.

He frowns, finally catching the mixture and recognizing it as the filling of his rice balls. He also sees the steam rising as you have some rice cooking and the sheets of seaweed paper laid out, ready to be molded around the rice.

"Why now? It's late," he continues, something in his gut telling him that he's still missing something here.

He knows he's right when he sees you bite your lip and catches the nervous way your gaze flicks over to him. You always meet him head-on, so to see you avoiding him even slightly makes his heart clench, and not in a good way. He narrows his gaze slightly and you open your mouth, about to say something when you're interrupted by the telltale beeping of the machine telling you the rice is done.

You shut your mouth, lips pressed into a line as you quickly start pouring the rice out and getting ready to mold it. He waits for a few moments, wanting to see if you'll say anything on your own, but quickly realizes you won't. If it was anyone else, he would have lost his patience long ago, but he can't seem to get mad at you like he does the others. You give him so much patience, much more than he's ever deserved, so he takes a different route.

He says your name firmly and watches as you sigh, placing the spoon with the filling in it back down into the bowl as you turn to look at him, guilt written across your face. You only stare at him for a few moments before you finally answer him, turning to resume making the rice balls as you do.

"I'm not on clean-up duty today so I had to wait until they were done. It wouldn't be fair to make them stay up late and clean up after my own personal mess, so whenever I'm not on clean-up duty I always just wait."

He doesn't know why it never occurred to him that you would be going so far out of your way to make his late-night/early-morning snack, but the realization smacks him across the face now. He feels more stupid than he's felt in a long time for not realizing that of course you wouldn't always be on the nightly kitchen duty and even angrier at himself that it took him coming into the kitchen early to realize that you prepared all the food by yourself and that it wasn't something you easily pieced together out of dinner's scraps.

But, along with his anger, he feels the familiar twitch of his heart as it thuds against his ribcage. The warm feeling blooms in his chest once more as the idea that you go out of your way to do something nice for him every night, losing precious sleep in the process, settles on him. He's grateful you aren't looking at him, too absorbed in shaping his rice balls to notice the way his ears flame up and the way his grip tightens on the counter behind him.

He swallows, forcing his mind to quiet down as he directs his attention to you once again.

"Here, all done," you say, picking up the plate and taking the few steps necessary to cross over and hand it to him.

He takes the plate and finds himself speechless again, much like he was the first time you brought him dinner in his office, and he hates that he can't just force the words thank you out of his mouth as you turn to begin cleaning the bowl you used out in the sink. He grips the plate and just stares at it for a little while longer before finally picking one up to eat. He takes his time this time, trying to savor what he now knows is something you make with extreme care and at the cost of your own schedule.

When he looks up, you're sitting on the counter just watching him with a satisfied smile on your face and he decides that he has to at least say something.

"What were you going to write?" he asks. He sees your face scrunch up and your head cock slightly to the side out of confusion and he realizes that he'll need to explain. He can feel his cheeks heat up as he forces himself to clarify. "On the note. What were you going to write?"

"Oh," you say, the nervous smile returning to your face as you look off to the side. You bite your lip again, seemingly debating something before coming to a decision and reaching behind you.

He doesn't know how he hadn't seen it earlier, but in your hand is a small piece of paper, the same one you always write your notes on. You push yourself off the counter and hold it out to him, motioning to the now-empty plate still in his hand. "I'll trade you."

He accepts, his fingers grazing yours as he takes the paper and you grab the plate, turning to wash it in the sink. He looks down at the paper and his heart almost explodes.

Tried a new filling today, let me know if you like it. Don't worry, they're still made with love <3

He stuffs the note into his pocket quickly, feeling his face set aflame. He makes the decision to leave, save himself the embarrassment of you seeing him all worked up, so he clears his throat and makes his way to the doorway. He can feel your eyes on him, burning a hole into his back, but he can't bring himself to face you, so he simply lifts his hand and grunts out a goodnight before walking off.

As he passes his office, he finds himself slowing down. There's a nagging feeling in his chest again that's telling him it's not enough. He wants to say thank you, to express how much it means to him that you would do something like this for him, to tell you that he's noticed it helping him, making his day a little easier and the nights not so long, but he knows the second he opens his mouth that none of that will come out and he's left feeling frustrated all over again. He almost gives up, shoving his hands into his pockets to head to bed, but the feeling of your note he stuffed inside earlier gives him an idea.

He heads inside his office, grabbing a piece of paper and quickly writing his own message down on it. It's short, with no cute little heart to accompany it, but he hopes it gets the message across. He stares at it, the simple thank you he'd managed to write staring back at him, and he shambles it into your room before he can think twice about it.

The next morning, you greet him with an especially large and heartwarming smile and he feels the urge to write you another one, if it means you'll look at him like that again. There's an itch in his chest, gnawing at him all day as his heart stutters every time he thinks about the smile on your face and the image of you in the kitchen making him food. At night, he finds himself unable to read his papers once again, but this time his eyes are focused and his mind isn't foggy. No, this time he just can't stop thinking about you and he knows exactly what that means, the innocent flutter in his chest just another piece of damming evidence to his own feelings.

ღ radishaur — i do not own any of these characters. do not plagiarize. please enjoy and remember to be respectful! 

[stoopidpigeonxx]

Who eats pussy the best? (TULPAR CREW)

a small idea thingy since I'm coping w my fic not posting. It goes from worst to best. :)

Swansea

-His pussy eating days are behind him. He's old, man. -I figure he was good at it back in the day, but now he just flat out wont do it. -He feels bad about not being able to please you. -You assure him its fine but he still feels bad. -Even if he tried, he really wouldn't do good. Being bent over makes his back hurt a lot.

Daisuke

-huge, raging virgin man. -Has no clue what he's doing. -Unlike Swansea, he'll gladly do it for you, he's just incredibly under-experienced. -Might kitten lick your clit and nervously try to get you off with his fingers, but its just not working, poor guy. -He'll get used to it, though, aslong as you keep teaching him. -He's a visual learner, so have fun! ;-)

Jimmy

-Surprisingly.. not terrible. -Not the greatest on account that he's lazy and messy with it. -I'm talking open-mouthed kissing it, licking, hawk-tuah spit on it. -Which is hot to some people. (me.) -Overall, I give him a B. -Doesn't really focus a lot on your clit, and sometimes you have to move his head upwards to give him a hint. -He'll give it plenty of love when you do.

Curly

-woah, dude. WOAH. -Remember in my headcannons I said he was sloppy with it? -Yeah. -He's kind of like Jimmy in that way, that he doesn't mind a mess. -But UNLIKE Jimmy, he's going for HOURS. -Face sitting is a must with him. -Wants you to control how much pleasure you're getting. (And also gets off to you riding his face.) -He's very good at it. A natural talent. -love you blond man.

OUR WINNER.. Anya

-Pussy eating queen. -I see her as a huge lesbian, so its practically her hobby. -SO. GENTLE. -She's a lady too, so she knows how to pleasure you. -Clit kisses, licks, oh my god. -She's the best. -Anya.. I love you

[rin-may-1103]

The Eyes of Death. Pt 3.

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Danny groaned, the sound of a heart monitor grating on his ears like nails on a chalkboard.

"Danny," someone called, sounding concerned.

Cracking open one of his eyes, Danny tilted his head and glanced at the person. It was Damian, sitting on a very uncomfortable-looking chair. His hair was disheveled, and he had light eyebags.

"Dami?" Danny asked, his voice weak and gruff for some reason.

That's when it hit him, the memories; Nacy and Wyatt trying to drag him to a party, cultists mobbing them on the streets, voluntering to be the sacrifice because he couldn't let anyone else get hurt even if it was Wyatt, the ritual working (although not how it probably should have), gaslighting the bat crew with one of the worst concussions he's ever had to deal with.

Damian leaned forward, stopping him from trying to sit up, "hey, hey!" he quickly cut in, "it's ok, you're at the hospital. Don't strain yourself. You were stabbed; you shouldn't aggravate your wound even if it's not likely to open again. The bats showed up, no one died."

Danny blinked, then huffed in annoyance. Sure, his body felt like it was on fire, but that wasn't too worrying. probably even normal after whatever that ritual was. It should be fine for him to sit up, but if it'll make Dami happy, then fine. He'll just tilt the bed up then.

Glancing around the bed and grabbing the remote (with his left arm, which was bandaged for some reason), Danny moved the bed until he was comfortably sitting up. Damian sat down with a sigh, shaking his head.

They sat silently for a moment before Danny turned to look at Damian with a frown.

"I dropped your jacket."

Damian stared at him for a moment before pinching his nose and closing his eyes.

"And my textbooks," Danny added, absently picking at the blanket.

He'd have to see if anyone was nice enough to bring his stuff to the cops. The cultists had just left it out in the streets, so Damian's jacket is probably long gone.

With the textbooks, though, there was a 5% chance someone actually dropped them off at the school or with the police (though the likelihood of them being returned to him was very, very low). 30% chance of another college student taking them for themselves, and 65% chance of someone picking them up and selling them off to some other college students for a quick couple of bucks or a few hundred.

Gotham was known for all the crime and stuff, but it was surprisingly nice for college students. (probably because literally almost all the rouges had college degrees. probably a smart idea to be nice to the potential new rouges, maybe they'll spare you in the future! or something like that.)

The point is, Danny's probably not going to see his textbooks anytime soon. So, he'll have to try and find new ones or rent them from the school.

"You were just kidnapped and used in a ritual to summon some demonic demon ghost king, and you're worried about your textbooks?" Damian asked, finally opening his eyes and looking at Danny.

"First of all," Danny started, pointing one of his fingers at Damian, "those were expensive; it took me months to save up for all of them. Second," Danny waved his arm in the air to gesture around the room, "I'm here, alive, and you said the bats got them, so no point in worrying about what happened."

Damian opened his mouth to cut in, but Danny continued, "And C, did they find my bag? I kind of really don't want to have to restart all of my homework again."

Damian sighed in defeat, resting his head on his hands as he leaned forward. "Danny," he breathed, his voice sounding pained, "you almost died. How can you just brush that off?"

Danny studied his boyfriend for a moment, actually taking in what he saw; his shoulders were tense, and he looked like a mess. His hair wasn't styled, instead, it was obvious he had been running his hands through it. His button-up shirt wasn't tucked in and was wrinkled in places, like he had collapsed into the chair and stayed like that for hours.

"It's not the first time," Danny admitted.

Damian's head shot up, his eyes wide as he stared at Danny. Glancing away, Danny continued, "My parents were... they loved us, they really did."

Damian didn't move, didn't even breath. Like if he moved even a single muscle, Danny would stop talking and run away. He was probably right, this was the first time Danny had ever spoken about them. He'd usually nervously brush off any questions and avoided the topic like the plague.

"But they probably shouldn't have ever been allowed to care for children." Danny loved his parents, and he knew they loved him. But there was no denying that jazz and he would have been better off raised somewhere else. "Mom's an experimental chemist. freelance. works on her own terms; said rules held back scientific potential."

The curtains were drawn, but sunlight still lit up the room. How long was he out? It couldn't have been longer than a few hours, considering Damian's eyebags, he probably pulled an all-nighter.

"The first time I died was a month after being born. She had been working all through her pregnancy, ignoring all the safety procedures. I was born with weak lungs, and my immune system was practically nonexistent." his parents hadn't taken the nurses seriously and brought him home, let Jazz play with him. It wasn't Jazz's fault that she had caught the cold and given it to him.

"They brought me back, but the doctors said I wouldn't make it long. My parents didn't worry too much. Dad claimed all Fentons were born a little weak. said I'd grow out of it." had even pulled out all the baby pictures from his family to show him, though Danny obviously didn't remember any of this. He'd seen the pictures again, after cleaning the house and snooping out of boredom.

"There were a few more close calls; honestly, CPS should have stepped in at this point, let alone the first time. Then there was the Accident." Funny how he hadn't been afraid of the risks, not afraid of death even when he stared it in the face. How could he? When he had known it his whole life.

"My parents had brilliant minds, inventing and creating all these amazing things. They'd been working on this project ever since they met in college. Only putting it down to explore other things that caught their attention, but always going back to it."

"They were obsessed."

Danny finally turned and looked back at Damian, watching as he clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white.

"obsessed with proving they were right. You see, they'd always believed ghosts were real." Danny rolled his eyes, glancing down and picking at his nails. "They'd been ridiculed by others for this belief, so they had set out to prove it. To prove to the world that they weren't just wasting their time. So they built a portal. After hundreds of research papers, thousands of tests of concept, and twenty years of calculations and engineering. They had finished it."

"But it didn't work." Danny didn't glance up, but stopped picking his nails and instead focused on studying the blanket.

"They had been working on this thing my whole life; they had even locked themselves down in the basement and skipped my birthday party just to finish it. All just to find out it didn't work. They had been so disappointed, so frustrated at it and themselves, they had dropped everything and walked out the door."

He might not fear death, but Ancients did he hate remembering it.

"I was upset and frustrated. I hadn't seen my parents in weeks, and then this stupid thing they had been so focused on didn't even work. I wanted nothing more than to lock that door and never look at it again. Maybe my parents would give up and actually spend time with us, their living, breathing kids."

"My friends had a different idea. I had been complaining to them for months about how busy my parent were and they wanted to see exactly what they'd been working on. So, against my better judgment, we went down into the basement."

Sometimes he wondered what would have happened if he had stood his ground, if he hadn't let his friends push him down those stairs.

"It was just supposed to be a quick look around, but Sam wanted a picture inside the portal. Said it would be so cool. She even went so far as to march over to get inside before I stopped her. I'd been in the basement plenty of times to know how dangerous my parents' work could be, especially when you're not being careful."

He could still remember how she had rolled her eyes, how Tucker had snorted and continued looking around. how neither of them had been careful of where they stepped.

"I suggested I be the one to go in, since she wasn't going to leave without at least something. She agreed, so I put on one of the spare protective suits just as a precaution and stepped inside. It was unnaturally silent and went farther than what my parents had been permitted to dig."

He still wasn't sure if the neighbors knew his parents had blocked off some of their basement as well or if they just assumed it had always been that small.

"I went about halfway back and turned to let Sam take her picture. She did, but said she wanted one further back. So I turned and continued walking, until my other friend Tucker shouted in surprise. it startled me and I tripped, catching myself on the wall to try and stop from face planting. I hit a button."

"My parents are geniuses, some of the smartest people I know. But they could get distracted, forgetting stuff they had just done or needed to do. There's no question where I got my Adhd from." Danny laughed, it sounded more like a huff, but he didn't care.

"They'd put an on button on the inside and completely forgot about it. It's not even in the blueprints, I checked." Danny grimaced, fiddling with his fingers, twisting them until they started to hurt and then letting go, just to do it again.

"They'd forgotten to unplug it; they had left it just waiting to be turned on. And I had pressed the button." Danny stared at his left hand, his death scar still visible after all these years. "Humans aren't supposed to survive that much electricity, let alone have a portal to a different dimension open right on top of them."

Humming, Danny glanced back at the window, frowning when he still couldn't tell what time it was. "You know the funny part?" he asked, still looking out the window. "They didn't even notice that I had died and rushed to the hospital. Too focused on the fact that their life's work had actually turned on. That they had proven the world wrong."

"I was in the hospital for weeks, the only ones visiting me were my friends and sister. No one knew how I survived." Danny turned and looked at Damian, a small smile on his face. "There have been more close calls after the accident, too many to count, really. But the point, Damian, is that at some point I had to get used to the fact that I could die. I've known death my whole life, and at this point I can accept it or break, and I've chosen to accept it and move on."

Damian stared at him, his eyes shiny as he closed them, "Alright."

"ok," he continued.

"ok," Danny echoed.

They sat in silence for a moment, befor someone knocked on the door. It swung open before either of them could respond, a familiar head of black hair coming into view.

"Hey, Dami, I got some coffee. I wasn't sure if you wanted anything to eat, but I grabbed some snacks just in case. How's-" Dick finally looked up, his eyes first landing on Damian who had silent tears running down his face and then over to Danny who was squinting at the sudden brightness.

"Oh, you're awake! How are you feeling? Any pain? Has a nurse been by yet?" Dick quickly recovered, smiling at Danny and shutting the door as he made his way to sit next to Damian.

Damian sat up like someone had dumped cold water down his back, turning his head to face Danny with intense worry. "I completely forgot to ask, are you ok? Don't lie, we can get a nurse to give you something for the pain."

Danny rolled his eyes. "I don't need more pain meds. What I need to know is what time it is. And if someone found my bag."

Dick blinked, lifting his eyebrow as he glanced at his watch, "it's nine in the morning. You've been out for ten hours."

"And your bag is right here," Damian added, lifting the mentioned bag up and then putting it back.

"Alright, cool. Now, when can I get out of here?" Danny asked, glaring at the IV on the back of his hand.

"I wouldn't recommend anytime soon, we still don't know what exactly happened to your wounds, and some of the bats want to talk to you about what happened." Dick cut in, raising his hands like he wanted calm danny down.

Danny frowned at him, rolling his eyes went he man only shrugged.

"Fine," Danny huffed, "I'll answer their questions, but that's it. I'm not staying after that."

"Danny," Damian tried, "I really don't think-"

"I was kidnapped and used in a ritual, somehow healed, have been sleeping for the past ten hours, and now I have to deal with a bat interrogation. I'm leaving. The only reason I haven't left yet is because you were obviously worried about me."

"I," Damian hesitated, sharing a glance with his brother before just nodding his head, "Ok. We'll leave, but I'd really prefer it if you stayed with someone. Just so we can make sure nothing went wrong with the healing."

Danny frowned again. Damian had been very non-confrontational this whole time. It was very unlike him. Usually, they'd have argued about five different things by now, yet he hasn't opposed Danny at all, not even about his textbooks (though he still made a comment on them). It was weird, but maybe not that weird. Danny had just died after all. Even if they didn't think he did, he'd still been stabbed on live video. Maybe Damian just needed some time. Yeah, that's probably it.

"I'll let them know your awake," Dick muttered, standing up and passing Damian the things he'd brought in.

~

Dick glanced at Danny before sending a sharp glance at Damian's phone.

nodding his head, Damian sipped his coffee and set it aside. making sure his boyfriends was distracted, he entered his password. Danny watched as Dick walked out and into the hallway, the door left open just enough to brighten the room. his boyfriends continued watching, obviously straining his ears to try and hear dick's conversation, just like he knew he would.

Tim: Still can't find anything on the ghost king. Dark is still offline. Barbera: The Cult leader's name is Gregory Johnson; he's been missing for over a year now. Only lead beforehand was some cryptic emails and some books on the afetrlife. Stephane: checked out their hideout, it looks like this was Johnson's first time running a ritual without a higher members guidance. they've done this ritual thirty seven times at this point, if the calader is accurate. Human sacrifices started a week after Johnson's joining. Jason: So the cult had been relatively harmless before he joined? Stephane: Looks like it. I'll have Duke go back and double-check, but I'm pretty sure he's the instigator. Tim: So what's different this time? Why did the ritual work? Damian: Because they actually had someone who checked all the boxes. Tim: is he awake? we still need to get his statement. Stephane: what boxes? Damian: Based on the other victims' statements, we know they had been looking for someone specific. A male with black hair, pale skin, who has encountered death multiple times in his life. Damian: We can infer that the cult had been choosing people based on their appearances, but they had no way of knowing if they had encountered death before. Danny has, therefore, the ritual worked. Stephane: well, shit. that sucks. Barbera: When has he encountered death? There's nothing mentioned in his medical file. An encounter with death would imply that he was close to dying, not just close calls.

Damian glanced up, then back at his phone. Danny had just told him he'd been to the hospital multiple times. His accident should be listed, let alone his hospitalisation soon after birth. Danny wouldn't lie about something like this.

Damian: Then the files were wrong, Danny had to be hospitalized multiple times. One of which he ended up staying for weeks on end. Barbera: the only way the files are wrong is if someone hacked into them and changed them. and since there's no evidence from what I can see, it's unlikely they've been hacked. Tim: yeah, why would someone even hack his file anyways? just to hide the fact he's been hospitalized? Damian: I don't know, they're just wrong. Barbera: Are you sure Danny wasn't just lying?

Damian glared down at his phone. He couldn't get mad at them; they're just doing what they've been taught. But Damian knows Danny, he wouldn't lie about something like this. he just wouldn't. Sure, he'd tell white lies about things, but never anything important.

"Damian?" Danny asked, drawing Damian's attention. Glancing up, he found his boyfriend watching him with worry. "Are you ok, you seem upset," he asked, his eyes tracing something Damian couldn't see. It's something Danny's done for as long as Damian has known him. He'd watch the air around people, like he could just see something they couldn't. Like if he watched long enough, something would happen.

Danny's eyes trailed slightly to the left, then up over his head and down again, subconsciously following something even he couldn't explain.

"I'm fine, just arguing with my siblings," Damian replied, shoving his phone back into his pocket so he could focus on Danny. He wasn't Robin right now, he was Damian, and his boyfriend needed him.

"Oh," Danny blinked, his eyes flashing green again just like they had earlier. Damian frowned, trying to figure out what caused it. they had flashed green when he mentioned his parents, and then green again when they tried to convince him to stay after Father's questions.

The door swung open before he could question it, his father's silent figure marching in, followed by Tim's.

Danny blinked at them, before gesturing at the chairs next to Damian, "Sure, barge right in without knocking. Just make yourselves at home, why don't cha?"

Despite everything, Damian couldn't help but smile. It was just like him to not be bothered by his father, to the point of giving disparaging remarks right to his face.

Next (to be written)

[warnersister]

Personal Space (two Bradshaws like it now)

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: A sequel in which you love your personal space. Unfortunately, Bradley also loves your personal space. Even more so now you’ve had a baby, apparently.

Can be read as a part 2, but doesn’t have to be. Read Personal Space here

You really didn’t know when it all happened, when you and Bradley became a thing. At first he was just an annoying crew member you couldn’t shake off your tail. Then he was your wingman. Then you got accidentally placed into marriage accommodation and the two of you played it off so you could get better housing. Then you actually bought a house. And then somewhere along the way you got married.

“Where shall we have the wedding?” Bradley asked and you raised a brow “register office” you shrug “what you don’t want a wedding?” He asks, hand on his chest as he feigns offence. “You do?” You ask and he nods vigorously. You huff. “Fine” “so shall we do it on the beach?” He asks “okay” you just go along with it, hardly even entertaining the idea at all.

“So? What do you think?” Nat asks as she makes you pivot in a white gown “I think I look like a roll of toilet paper” you said, crossing your arms “maybe it’s just not the dress for you?” She reasons and you shake your head “just not really into the whole idea of this wedding. I kinda thought we’d just sign papers and get on with it” you said “well you picked Bradshaw, he’s a drama queen at the best of times” she says and you him in agreement; your consultant leading you back to the fitting rooms “let’s try another”.

You’d left with a sleeved dress; hating the idea of having a low cut dress, and begging Nat to just let you leave. Sure, you loved the dress - but you loved the idea of getting out of that suffocating shop more.

“Hey honey” Bradley had said, hearing you walk into the house and set your keys on the kitchen counter. “Hi” you reply shortly, moving to fill your cup with water from the sink. “How was your day?” He asked, moving to rest his head on your shoulder and holding you from behind. “Good. Bought a wedding dress” you say simply “you did what?!”

Then on your wedding day, you’d stared at yourself in the mirror far too long. “You look gorgeous” Penny whispers, squeezing your shoulders comfortingly “I look like a fucking pin up doll” you huff, not necessarily believing yourself - just not used to being such a central perspective of attention. “Wow” your dad says, walking into the room “you look gorgeous” he whispers “is there an echo in here?” You mumble, but smile at him “thank you” you say, wiping the tears from under his eyes. “C’mon, Bradley’s nearly about to come get you himself”

You showed up to the beach-front wedding right on time, completely dead against the idea of being in any way, shape, or form late. Your father gave you away, Bradley in floods of tears at the end of the isle by the time you’d gotten there. “You look incredible” he whispers, lips quivering as he stares at you “shut up you’re going to make me cry.” You grumble, but smile. “It’s okay to cry.” He says, as the ceremony begins. “You may now kiss your bride” and Bradley dipped you and kissed you sweetly, drowning out the cheers of those around you. “I love you, Bradshaw.” You say, smally, “I love you more, sweetheart” he says and kisses your forehead “you’re crying” he points out “shut up”

And then you looked at the two lines on the pregnancy test two years later. You hummed “okay” and looked at yourself in the mirror, knowing nothing else other than the fact that you had to tell Bradley right that second. You marched downstairs, where he was sat playing with some keys on the piano you’d bought him last Christmas, stopping next to him. “Hey baby, y’alright?” He asked, and you just held out the stick to him. “What’s this?” He asks, taking it from you and looking over it once. “You serious?” He asked, looking at you; smile growing from ear to ear “you’re pregnant?” He almost whispers “unless the other four lied.” you say and he jumps up and pulls you into his arms, kissing all over your face until you shouted at him to stop.

He knelt down and looked at your stomach, kissing it gently then moving to put his ear against it “uh huh” he hummed “Bradley what are you-” “shush I’m talking to em” he says and you stand, unimpressed, but let him nonetheless. “Oh yeah baby, I’m excited to meet you too” he coos “yeah, yeah, I’m your dad” and you audibly giggle. He looks up at you, eyes wide “you done?” You ask and he nods “yeah little one was done talking” he smiles, and hugs you close again. “I need to get the baby clothes out of the attic” he mumbles, kissing your temple “the what?” You ask “I bought them when we started renting the house!” He says, dragging you excitedly up the stairs “but we own the house, Brad” you him “no, no, the one we had during the mission!” He says and you gasp internally, realising how long the two of you had been together without even noticing it.

“Hey dad” you say, as you and Bradley head into the hangar he and you owned “hey honey, hey Brad” your dad greets, wiping the oil from his hands to come over and talk to the two of you. He kissed your forehead and hugged you, then your husband before walking back over to the aircraft he was working on. “Thought you needed a new picture for your pinboard” you hum “oh? I just added the wedding photo!” He says, excitedly, showing you the filled gap. “Okay, guess you don’t want the sonogram of your grandchild.” You say, turning to head out before Bradley hurriedly grabbed you and turned you back into the situation, pulling the strip of photos from his breast pocket. Your dad stood with his jaw wide open “you’re-” he breathes “you’re really pregnant?” He asks as his eyes well with tears “well I wouldn’t lie-” you say but he just pulls you into a big bear hug, pinning Baby Bradshaw’s picture onto his board.

You head to go look at the part of the engine your dad couldn’t quite fix while Bradley held back with Maverick. He turns to him and shakes his hand “your dad would’ve been so proud.” He says, smiling at Bradley “I know you are.” Rooster smiles, wordlessly being pulled into a hug with his father-in-law.

Then one evening you were sat up in bed, Bradley sound asleep beside you as you look down at the barely visible bump. Bradley had sort of a sixth sense, somehow knowing you weren’t asleep beside him. “Hey, baby what’s up?” He croaks, immediately moving to sit up with you when he sees his senses were correct. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do, Bradley.” You say, staring ahead at the wall “what do you mean?” He asks, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “I mean I’m a fighter pilot, I was raised by a single father, I never had that maternal instinct, what am I doing?” You whisper, and when Bradley managed to finally pull your face towards him you were crying “oh sweetheart” he hums, pulling you into him gently “you’re gonna be the best momma ever, and the fact that you worry proves that. I love you, okay?” He comforts “I know. I love you too.”

You were stubborn the whole pregnancy. You thought it was ridiculous that people just stopped when they were pregnant, and Bradley was trailing you trying anything to get you to just relax. “Hen, please!” He begs as you head out for your morning run “I’m three months pregnant, Bradley. I’m not incompetent.” You snap, as he begrudgingly pulls on his running shoes and follows you out the door. He pulled you back anytime you went quicker than a 10 minute mile “Bradley, if you slow me down one more time I’m going to pull your arm out of your socket” you snap and he holds his hands up “message received.”

Then one day, at around the sixth month mark you walked into the house and slammed the door so hard it rattled. “What’s up?” Bradley asked, as you practically threw your stuff on the floor. “They’re putting me on the desk.” You grumble, anger evident in your eyes while his soften “oh baby we knew that was gonna happen” he soothes, rubbing your arm reassuringly “no! No we didn’t! I was perfectly fine hiding the bump, but no!” You huff “I’m Bradley Bradshaw and all of California has to know my wife’s pregnant!” You imitate him but he just smirks “oh I’m so sorry that everyone needs to know you’re taken and carrying my baby” he says, smugly. “Don’t you smile at me Bradley-” you wag an accusatory finger at him, but he heaves you over his shoulder, and towards the stairs “c’mon, let’s help you blow off some steam” he reasons “y’know it’s possible to get pregnant while pregnant, right?” You ask and he cheers “woohoo! Two for one deal, sounds great!” He says and you can’t help but smile.

Then came your maternity leave, Bradley picked you up in his bronco. You were quick to head outside, and he kinda hated how well you hid the bump. “I’m done.” You huff, settling into the seat beside him “if that bitch from accounting asks me one more time if I want her herbal teas I’m going to knock her teeth out” you complain and Bradley chuckles “well, just me, you and Baby Bradshaw now” he says and you hum in agreement.

But when you approached your street, you rolled straight past your house and straight to the Hard Deck ‘congratulations on your baby’ banners plastered all over “welcome to our baby shower!” Bradley grins as you pull up “is this really necessary? They aren’t even here yet.” You tell him and he shrugs “thought it might take your mind off maternity leave” you smile at him “thanks, Brad”

And at one point in the evening, you sat Natasha and Bob down separately. “Hey Phoenix, can we borrow you?” Brad asked, pulling her away from her conversation “yeah of course guys!” You took a seat at a table and Bradley forced you to elevate your feet against your will. “What’s up?” She asks “how’d you like to be godmother to little Bradshaw?” Her eyes lit up when Bradley asked and she leant over the table to hug the two of you “oh I’d love too!” She announces, excitedly.

Then you head over to Bob, but Phoenix holds Rooster back “they have a special connection, let her do this”. You sit on the stool next to Bob and he offers you some peanuts which you refuse, and you stay sat in silence for a minute. “Bob can I ask you something?” You ask, as he pulls your calves up to rest in his lap “of course, hen” he says, brushing some crumbs off his top “what’s up?” “Well, the job we’re in isn’t an old job” you say and he laughs and agrees “it’s also dangerous” you say, and again - he nods. “So if anything happens to me and Brad, can you be there for little Bradshaw?” His eyes widen and start to swell with tears “will you be our godfather?” You ask and he nods, moving to miss your cheek “of course I will, hen. I’d be honoured.”

Bradley and you had started putting together your hospital bag at the 8 month mark. You were both premature so had a bit of superstition, especially with only being a few weeks off of the 40 mark. You’d placed the bag by the front door, along with a baby carrier in the middle seat of his Bronco.

It was week 38 when you were both putting together the crib beside your bed, two spare bedrooms and still you only wanted your baby beside you. “Okay all done, baby” your husband said “okay. My water broke three minutes ago” you say as calmly as he had, he nods, then whips his head back round “your water broke?” He asks and looks down, and indeed, your water had broken “oh my god your water broke?!” He announced, picking you up bridal style and carrying you out to the bronco, picking the hospital bag up on the way. “Ready to have a baby?” He asks, giddily. “Am I supposed to be?” You ask and he shakes his head with a smile “no”

You were dead silent during birth and it scared the shit out of Bradley. “Do you want an epidural, honey? They’ve offered-” “no.” “Can I get you more ice?” “No.” And he tried everything, even when it was time to push. You held his hand and your mouth was zipped shut. “Is she supposed to be this quiet?” He asked the doctor who just looked at him nonchalantly “it’s normal, all mothers react differently to birth” he said. “I’m a fighter pilot Bradley. I’ve had worse.” You grit. “Breathe baby” he tells you “I think you need to.” You say “stop being dramatic” you say as you push again “honey-” “either shut up or get out.” You tell him and he glues his mouth shut, at least until the baby comes.

Bradley cuts the chord and they hand you your baby, and your eyes widen as you stare at the baby on your chest “welcome to the world Nick Bradshaw” you coo at the baby and Bradley raised his brows “Nick?” He asks, voice cracking “what? Got a problem with that? You and your stupid dick” you grumble and Bradley laughs and shakes his head, kissing your forehead.

“Hey mom, shall we take baby so you can get some rest?” The nurse asked, leaning to take Nick from your arms “excuse me?” You asked, pulling your baby closer. “So you can sleep?” She suggests “I’ve carried him for nine months and now he’s here you’re taking him away?” You ask “well, some mothers like to sleep” “I can sleep when I’m dead.” You deadpan, and she realised that Nick wouldn’t have been pried from your hands even if you were dead, so she left you all alone.

“Taking you away from mommy? Who does she think she is?” You whisper to baby Nick. “Welcome back to the world, Bradshaw.” You say and Bradley can only smile and hold the two of you close.

You’re going to be just fine in this mommy role.

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Part 2-ish? I know it was really well liked and I enjoyed writing it so hope you enjoy this one too!

-> @rosiahills22 here’s another one!

[weneeya]

falling for you m.list | rules

pairing. one piece x reader

characters. zoro, law, sanji, ace

note. i haven't write with those boys since so long but i'm so back in one piece so be ready to see them! please request with anyone from one piece <3

Zoro

you might be the only one not aware of what is going on between him and you 

he doesn’t care much though, it’s fine by him to stay like this 

he’s always keeping an eye on you during a fight, just to be sure

he knows you can defend yourself well, but he can’t help it 

he lets you steal his food without arguing much, which is weird because he tries to kill Luffy each time he tries 

the crew teases him about it but he brushes them off everytime 

he’s a big shy boy, but he just doesn’t care if anyone knows about his feelings for you

he has a huge soft spot for you and he doesn’t even tries to hide it 

there’s no real realization because he knows why he’s doing this 

he would die for anyone in the crew, but he would definitely burn the world down if you asked him to

Law

realization hits HARD 

he’s not the type to show a lot of emotion, at least he wasn’t until he began to travel with the strawhats

and you? you get him stressed 

he didn’t realize it until robin pointed it to him 

maybe she wasn’t wrong, but no way he would admit it like this 

yes he lets you stay around him a lot, even allowing you to touch him without complaining too much 

and yes you’re always stealing his coat when you’re cold and he doesn’t bother him

but falling for you? no way

he can’t be falling for someone, especially not you 

yet, he can’t take the idea out of his mind since robin’s words 

he notices the way you scrunch your nose when you smile 

or how your face lights up at the idea of visiting a new island 

you’re adorable, and his heart can’t take it 

damn, maybe he’s down bad finally

Sanji

he loves women so much so his behavior isn’t questioned a lot at first 

he’s a simp, it’s not weird that he’s treating you better than anyone else 

until he began to prioritize you over everyone else

even the other girls 

makes your favorite dessert all the time

even asks you what you want to eat and does his best to make it with what he have

nami is the first one to talk about it, and he feels his heart stop at the thought 

is he really in love? like, real love

he’s a romantic guy, that’s it, he can’t be feeling those things 

he can’t, right? 

but the way you’re so gentle with him, never pushing him away when he treats you like the most precious thing on the sea

well, he realizes he might feel something more for you

Ace

the boy is blind, even more than you are 

he’s naturally clingy and touchy with people, a joyful boy 

yet, he seems worse with you 

he always keeps an arm around your shoulder, talking you about his dear brother a lot 

when he falls asleep out of nowhere, it’s usually on your shoulder or even falling on your back

the day he was drunk and put his hat on top of your head? everyone knew it was over 

if anyone tries to tell him about it, he just stays with his eyes open wide in shock 

he blinks a few times, slowly processing the words 

a shrug of shoulders and he just accepts it like this 

fine, perhaps he’s in love, but so what? 

he doesn’t change anything, it just means he can be even closer to you than before

thank you!

[newobsessionweekly]

Aftershock

Main masterlist | The Rookie masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Tim Bradford x younger!reader

Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You’re a bold, confident civil engineering student, used to taking control on construction sites. But when an earthquake hits while you're in charge of your father’s site, you meet LAPD Sergeant Tim Bradford. You clash, you work together, and slowly, something deeper begins to spark.

A/N: I have the second part almost ready so it'll be here soon!! Also is you have some ideas for this mini series, feel free to drop it in my box! Feedback is always appreciated!! I hope you like it! Lots of love, bubs! Stay safe! 🫶🏻🫶🏻

Warnings: Earthquake/emergency scenario, mild injury, panic attack (comfort follows), age gap, not proofread

Word Count: 4k+

It starts like a whisper—barely-there tremors under your steel-toes as you walk the perimeter of the new mixed-use high-rise downtown. You've spent the last half-hour barking into your phone, coordinating crane placement and checking load-bearing support numbers. You’re dusty, focused, and completely in your element.

Until the earth moves for real.

You don’t hear it before you feel it. The tremor roars upward through your boots like a live wire. The scaffolding groans. A metallic shriek pierces the air. Then it happens.

The world shudders. A cacophony of screams. Cement rains down. You drop to your knees and roll, instincts kicking in, sheltering beneath a shipping container propped on steel beams.

Earthquake.

It only lasts seconds—long ones—but the aftermath feels like a war zone. You crawl out coughing, your lungs filling with grit and fear, but your brain is firing on pure adrenaline. You're not just some student or supervisor. You’re the boss’s daughter. And he’s out of town, which makes this your site.

Your chest heaves, but your eyes are already scanning. Where's the crew? Who’s accounted for?

“Luis!” you shout, dodging fallen equipment. “Jen! Mateo!”

Two workers emerge from a cloud of dust, one limping, another coughing blood into his glove. You guide them to the open lot beyond the scaffolding, mentally mapping the layout. Six missing. Maybe more.

And then, over the scream of sirens, two figures cut through the dust—uniformed.

The man in front moves like he was born in boots. Tall, broad shoulders, determined jaw. There’s something sharp and no-nonsense about him, like he’s the human equivalent of a battering ram. Behind him, a quick-footed brunette surveys the site with wide, alert eyes.

“LAPD!” the man shouts. “Is anyone hurt?”

“I’m fine!” you yell back over the noise. “There are still people inside!”

He reaches you in seconds. “You need to move—this whole site could still collapse.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you snap. “This is my father’s project. He’s out of town. I’m responsible for everyone here.”

“Name?”

“Y/n Y/l/n. Civil engineering student. Site lead for the day.”

“Sergeant Tim Bradford,” he grunts, scanning you. “This is Officer Lucy Chen.”

Chen gives a small nod and immediately moves to triage the injured worker. Bradford, however, keeps his full attention on you.

You don’t miss the way his eyes rake over you—not in a creepy way. He’s taking stock. Assessing damage. Dirt on your face, small gash on your arm. His brows tighten.

“You were inside?”

“Under that scaffolding.”

“You shouldn’t be standing.”

You fold your arms. “Well, I am.”

“You need to let us handle this.”

“No. I know this site better than anyone. I helped design the layout. There’s a crawlspace beneath the west scaffolding that no one else knows about. If anyone’s still in there—”

“You’re not trained for rescue ops.”

“I’m trained to know what’s safe and what’s about to fall on your head.”

His jaw ticks. “I don’t have time to babysit you.”

“Then don’t. Keep up.”

You step past him, and for a beat, he just stares.

“Unbelievable,” he mutters. “You’re like if a Barbie Doll had a death wish.”

You toss him a grin over your shoulder. “Grumpy and unoriginal. Cute.”

He follows, grumbling something under his breath about stubborn civilians and lawsuits.

The two of you reach the compromised scaffold, and you crouch beside the twisted beams. Bradford stops behind you, way closer than necessary.

“Let me go first,” he says, voice low, eyes scanning overhead.

“I’ll fit through easier. You’re built like a linebacker.”

You feel his breath on the back of your neck as he leans down.

“And you think I’m letting you crawl into a death trap alone?”

You glance at him, only inches away. “So you do care.”

He doesn’t move.

“Protocol,” he says stiffly. “And… you’re bleeding.”

You look down at the gash on your forearm—dirt-caked but shallow.

“Didn’t notice.”

“I did.”

He steps forward and gently takes your wrist. His touch is unexpectedly careful—rough hands, but soft grip. He pulls a cloth from his vest and dabs at the wound. You watch his face as he works. He’s so serious. So guarded.

“I’m going in first,” he says, not giving you a chance to argue.

You don’t push it this time. He’s trying. In his own way.

You both drop into the crawlspace, the air thick with dust and heat. Your shoulder brushes his arm as you squeeze through. Close. Too close.

You hear it before you see it—a cough. Faint, raspy.

“There,” you whisper. “Under that beam.”

Bradford nods. “Stay low.”

The man’s pinned, conscious but trapped under a slab of drywall and steel piping. You approach carefully, testing for weight, and give Tim a look.

“If we shift the load here, I can drag him out.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

His hand grazes your back as he shifts to position. Again, he’s close. Protective. Your skin sparks where his fingers press.

He moves the slab, and you reach under, tugging the worker free with all your strength. It takes effort. You grunt, digging your heels into the ground. Bradford leans forward, adds his strength behind yours. The worker slides out.

You sit back, panting.

“You okay?” Tim asks, wiping sweat from his temple.

You nod, heart pounding—not just from the rescue. From him. From the way his hand didn’t quite leave your lower back.

“Yeah,” you say softly. “Thanks.”

He meets your eyes. For a second, everything around you disappears.

And then his radio crackles. “Bradford, update?”

“We got one out,” he replies. “Sending location for medical. Continuing sweep.”

As you crawl back out, he places a steadying hand at your waist, guiding you up the incline. You feel the heat of it even through your shirt. It lingers. He doesn’t rush the touch. Neither do you.

Once you’re out, the EMTs swarm. The worker is taken. Chen updates the map with accounted-for crew.

You press your hands to your thighs, catching your breath.

“How many are left?” Tim asks.

You scan your clipboard. “Two. Maybe three. Could be hiding in the south exit shaft.”

“Is it stable?”

You pause. “Barely. But I can get us in.”

His eyes narrow. “You’re not invincible, Barbie.”

“And you’re not my boss, Grinch.”

He exhales hard. “Fine. But I go first this time. You stay on my six.”

“Yes, sir.”

He gives you a look. You wink.

You both make your way through the wreckage, ducking twisted rebar and beams. At one point, you trip on a loose plank. His arm shoots out, wraps around your waist.

You freeze.

So does he.

You’re chest to chest, his hand splayed across your back, your fingers gripping his vest.

“You okay?” he asks, voice a touch lower now.

Your throat’s dry. “Yeah. You?”

He doesn’t answer. Just watches you for a moment, then slowly lets you go.

You keep moving, but now every time your fingers graze or your arms brush, it feels intentional. Loaded.

You find the last two workers behind a jammed gate. Tim breaks the lock with a metal pipe, and you help the shaken men out. One thanks you. The other looks at you like you’re a superhero.

But the adrenaline has started to fade.

The full weight of it all—the noise, the near-deaths, the responsibility—presses down.

When you step away from the others, your legs buckle just a little. Bradford is there instantly.

“Sit,” he says, catching you by the arm.

You nod slowly, dropping onto a low wall.

He crouches beside you, reading your face. “It’s catching up to you.”

You swallow. “Yeah.”

“You held it together. You did everything right.”

Your breath hitches. “I didn’t… I didn’t think. I just moved. But what if I missed someone? What if—”

“Stop.”

His voice is gentle but firm. He places his hand on your knee. You flinch—but not from fear. From how it grounds you.

“Look at me.”

You do.

“You saved people. You helped us. You didn’t hide. You ran toward the danger.”

Your lip quivers.

His hand slides to your shoulder. His thumb strokes your collarbone, just once.

“You’re allowed to feel it now.”

And that’s all it takes. The panic hits like a wave—hard and fast. Your chest clenches, eyes burning.

Tim doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you into his chest, wrapping both arms around you. You bury your face in his shoulder, fists curling in his vest.

“It’s over,” he murmurs, voice barely above a whisper. “You’re safe.”

His hand slides into your hair, combing gently through it. The motion is soothing. Familiar. Like he’s done it before. Or maybe just dreamed of it.

“You don’t have to be strong right now.”

You tremble in his hold. He doesn’t pull away.

“I’ve got you,” he adds. “Okay?”

You nod against him. When you finally look up, his hand lingers on your cheek.

“Didn’t think you’d be the nurturing type." you say, voice hoarse.

He chuckles, voice rumbling in his chest. “Don’t tell anyone. It’ll ruin my brand.”

You lean back just enough to see his face.

And something shifts between you.

A quiet moment in the eye of the storm.

“I still think ‘Grinch’ suits you,” you whisper.

“And I still think you’re high-maintenance.”

“Excuse me?”

“Only a Barbie Doll would coordinate a rescue effort and sass a cop in the same breath.”

You smirk. “Maybe I’m both.”

The moment stretches. You’re both still, holding onto something neither of you fully understands yet.

Then a shout breaks the spell.

“Y/n!”

You turn. “Dad!”

Your father is running across the rubble-strewn pavement, suit jacket flapping, eyes wild.

You stand, and he pulls you into a crushing hug.

“I’m fine,” you gasp. “We’re all fine.”

He cups your face. “I got the alert mid-meeting and left immediately.”

You hug him tighter. “I had to take charge.”

“And you did,” he whispers. “I’m proud of you.”

You feel a shift behind you. Turning, you find Tim standing quietly, watching the scene with a measured expression. Your dad notices him too.

“You,” he says, crossing over. “You pulled her out.”

“Sergeant Bradford,” Tim replies, shaking his hand firmly. “Just doing my job, sir.”

Bradford looks at you. And he gets it.

You’re not just another young woman on-site. You’re his daughter. His pride. His heart. And you’re damn good at what you do.

Daddy’s princess—with steel in your spine.

He watches you hug your dad again, whisper something that makes the older man smile. And Tim’s jaw tightens, just slightly.

Lucy appears beside him, sipping water.

“She’s a powerhouse,” she says.

“Yeah,” Tim replies, watching you like he can’t look away. “She is.”

“You gonna ask for her number?”

He snorts. “She’d probably write it on an OSHA citation and tell me to lighten up.”

“You could use someone who challenges you.” his rookie shrugs.

Tim glances back at you—still in that vest, still a little scraped up, but glowing with that post-adrenaline shine.

Maybe he could.

[kaechu1]

Hear me out- Telemachus × Daughter of Polites reader, where they were best friends growing up and even partners later on, yet when Odysseus returns and not her dad, like many other kids/wives/families of Odysseus's crew she is very upset about it. And as a result she stops hanging around areas she knows Telemachus is due to the assumption all he'll talk about his dad, but add a fluff ending. I don't have a fluff ending planned so fell free to do whatever for it

Telemachus x polites's daughter! reader

note: i LOVE the idea of polites having a daughter please need more requests for this hc(or canon idk)

warning: mentioned of death, daddy issues? harassing, antinous (yes he gets his own warning), this takes place 'in hold them down' so be prepared, suitors being assholes, and I'm trying new style so tell me if you like it or not.

ENJOY!!

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growing up without a father wasn't easy, especially if you know nothing about him and all you're stuck with is stories from other people.

people said he was a kind soul and he could make any one cheer up just by looking at them with his soft and caring smile, he didn't like solving the problem with his fits, but rather with his heart.

you always wished if you could meet your father, or at least seeing him for once, it really hurt you. but you didn't need to face that pain alone. not when you had your best friend by your side.

Telemachus.

you and Telemachus spend your whole life together. you were together at every moment, always talking and helping each other so it wasn't a shock when you too get together.

you mainly met each other when you were only 14, you were walking around in the forest, nothing just walking to clear your mind and that when bumped into him, you apologized for bumping into him and he did the same which ended with you both apologizing to each other for 10 minutes.

then you guys just sit down and start talking since both of you never really had any friends and that when you find out your fathers were friends before going to the war.

it was... refreshing. you finally found someone who suffers the same pain as you. no you definitely do not wish for anyone to go through what you had but it was refreshing finding someone who could understand what you're going through.

and ever since then you guys became best friends. you would always be together, no matter what. you promise each other that.

you're upset about something? Telemachus would be there to comfort you.

Telemachus upset about the suiters? you'd be there to be by his side to help him.

you two only had each other and you appreciate it, he even made you meet his mom which absolutely adores you. she always treats you like a daughter and you appreciate it.

so was it really shocking when you and Telemachus got together? even the queen herself saw it coming and was very happy that her son got to be with someone like you, someone caring and loving and will make sure to love him for the rest of their lives.

he proposes to you when you both reach nineteen, you were hanging as always in the garden watching the sunset like you always used to do, nothing unusual except the fact that Telemachus seems extra nervous today.

"Telemachus, you seem extra nervous today. is there something bothering you?" you said softly trying to ease his nervousness as you rest your hand on his shoulder, but that only triggers him more as she flinches and turns red when you touch him.

"n-no! I'm completely fine, i don't know what you're talking about.." no matter what he tries he can never hide his emotion and nervousness, especially around you. you know each other way too long for you to read him like an open book.

"is it the suitor again? let me guess, antinous? this man never seems to know his place-" you said with anger in your voice, you hated that 'antinous'. he's way too prideful, and never miss a chance to mess with Telemachus which you hate so much. but your words were cut off short.

"no no it's not him! well, he's still as annoying as ever but he's not the reason why I am nervous.." you can hear a little panic in his voice at the first of his sentences but he quickly takes a deep breath as he starts talking softer now.

"then what is it Telemachus? you can tell me anything you know? I'm here for you." you smiled softly trying to ease his nervousness which seemed to work as he sighed deeply and looked straight into your eyes

"t-there's something I've been meaning to tell you... but promise me you won't panic.." he said as he looked away again scratching his neck nervously, you can tell he's blushing by the way his ears turn red.

you chuckled quietly at his words. he was way too cute for his own good "okay i promise, no panicking just tell me already" you said as you pat on his back trying to smooth his mood.

Telemachus sighs as his gaze returns to your face again, then he takes your hands as he stands up and helps you stand on your feet. he looks into your hands for a few seconds before his gaze turns to your face again.

"for the longest time i had no one besides me but you, you always light up my days no matter how shitty they are, you were always there for me when i needed you never once left my side, and for that i appreciate you. to be honest, i don't think i was able to make it this far without you, and i don't think i ever want you to leave my side" he said as hold your hand more tightly.

"Telemachus..." your voice was more like a whisper as you said his name, words cannot describe what you're feeling right now, he always tells you about how he's happy you're here with him, but something about his tone tells you it isn't like any friendly remake he had ever said.

his words were deeper.

he then kneels down before you, still holding your hands in his as he looks deeply into your eyes with the biggest grin you have ever seen on his face.

"so would you do me the Honor and stay beside me forever, but not like a friend. like a queen. my queen."

you were struck by his words. did he just propose to you? you were still shocked as you heard his words. you? as his queen? it felt like a dream comes true. you would be terribly lying if you said you didn't feel for him. how couldn't you? he was sweet, caring, brave and everything any woman would ever ask for.

Telemachus starts getting a little nervous noticing your silence, but he quickly notices tears starting to gather in your eyes.

"yes! i would love to be your queen Telemachus!"

you said with tears in your eyes as you smile at him. he quickly stands on his feet again as he cups your face as he wipes your tears away as you both laugh softly.

"don't cry my love, this is not a view fitting for a queen" he said between laughing as you chuckles at his remake. he quickly holds you in his arms as he sweep you off your feet and starts spinning you around. the garden was filling with but your laugh and happiness

you wish you could stay like this forever, with you in his arms and nothing but happiness.

but everything was about to crash out.

"do you really have to go..." you said quietly as you stare at your spouse.

it was about time Telemachus decided to go on search for his father, and you very much didn't like it. what if he didn't return like his father? or worse what if he died?

"my love we've talked about this.. i need to do this" he said as he holds her hand tightly, he too didn't wanna leave and leave you and his mom alone. but this was necessary.

"what if you didn't come back?" you were trying to change his mind these past few days with no luck, and now you stood at the shore as his crew prepared for the trip.

"i will come back, i promise. even if i had to fight monsters or gods , I'll get back to you. i promise" he said softly as he kissed your cheek before resting his forehead on yours.

"I'll be back, wait for me. okay?"

"i will" you said as finally goodbye before his crew called for him. he gave you one final peak on the lips before he started running to his crew.

you just stared at him as he ran and boarded his ship.

his gaze quickly returned to where you were standing as he waved at you, you smiled as you waved back seeing as his ship start moving deeper into the sea as you stood there and saw him drifting away.

as you return to the palace you start walking around, trying to clear your mind for your thoughts, but ohh boy...

"well, well, well, if it isn't the princess herself, here all alone without your prince i see? what did he leave you like his father did to his mother? like father like son i see" you heard a voice coming from behind you.

you don't need to turn to know who owns that voice. of course it was antinous.

"what do you want now antinous? I'm not in the mood for your nonsense." you said firmly as you heard his footsteps getting closer to you.

"what's wrong princess? i was just trying to cheer you up, where's that kind and precious princess that is always so sweet to the point where everyone is sicking with your sweetness." he said mockingly as he stands in front of you as if he is blocking your way.

"I'm only kind to those who deserve it, and you are really good at making it hard to be nice with you." said eliana firmly as she looked at him with fury in her eyes, this man never missed a chance to mess with her and Telemachus. he never knew his place..

"oh come on princess, is that how you're talking to your guests? i guess you're not a fitting princess" he said mockingly, he knows what to say and what to do to get under your skin but you refuse to give the pleasure of it.

"is that all you wanted to say? cuz i don't have time for you, so if you don't mind moving, not all of us spend their day sitting here and doing nothing" you said firmly as you see the grin on his face slowly disappear and replace with pissed face. you can barely stoo yourself from smirking knowing that you ended under his skin instead.

"listen here princess-" antinous said as his shit eating grin found it way back to his face as he got even closer to you now but you refuse to move or showing him that he scared you. but before he can do anything else he gets cut off short.

"leave her alone antinous!"

as you look behind antinous you could see the queen standing there looking at him with the same look she gave to every suitor here. hatred.

Antinous scoff as he looks behind him at the queen standing there with a demanding look. he sighs before looking at you again. "we're not done here yet princess." he said before he walked past you and to the other side of the palace .

"are you alright my dear?" you can hear the queen's softer voice as she starts walking towards you checking if antinous hurt you in any way.

you turn your gaze back to her as you see her soft smile and gentle eyes, you couldn't help but smile back. "yea yea, im fine thank you mother, i don't think he'd have stopped if you didn't show up"

you can hear the queen chuckle a little at your words. she was a mother like you and always made sure to get away from those suitors and take care of you when Telemachus wasn't around, and you appreciate her so much.

"don't mind him my dear, he can never do anything to you, I'll make sure of that" she said gentle as she put her hand on your back comfortably as she guild you to the other side of the palace away from all the suitors.

(tbh idk how long his mission takes and i tried to search but got nothing so i made this up)

it's been a month since Telemachus went on his mission, and since then you always sit or stand close to his mother door guarding it. mostly the nights when you couldn't sleep, you would always take your lyre and try to entertain yourself while making sure no one of the suitors come close.

of course you couldn't fight or do anything but whenever they see you there they just scoff before returning to where they come from. you might not know how to fight, but you're not afraid to try. even if you believe that violence was never the answer and you prefer talking rather than fighting.

you know these men don't have the heart to even understand your words so you never bother trying with them.

after Penelope arranges the challenge about that however can string the king old bow and shoot the arrow through twelve axes will be the new king you knew something was about to happened.

these men can barely do anything themselves let alone stringing a bow, not any bow. the king Odysseus bow.

after the Penelope returns to her room, you decide to take a walk to the garden. clearing your mind, after all there's no need to worry anymore. because he's coming back.

your lover is finally back from his long mission and will be back in your arms soon. You couldn't wait anymore, after finally waiting and enduring the suitors attempt to harass you and the queen, he's finally back.

After a few seconds in the garden you decide maybe it's time for you to go back to your room and get prepared to meet your spouse after a month of not seeing him.

as you start walking down the aisle you hear the suitors talking but you didn't pay them any attention until you heard antinous talking loudly.

"haven't you noticed who's missin'? don't you know the prince is not around?" as you hear antinous words you stop in your track, you know every time this man mentioned Telemachus it's either to insult him or to hurt him.

you hide behind one of the pillars as you continue to listen to him, trying to find out what he's planning to do this time.

"i heard he's on a diplomatic mission, and i heard today he comes back to town so," he continues saying as he stands at one of the tables to get everyone attention as if wasn't on him in the first place.

"i say we gather near the beaches. i say we wait till he arrives. then, when he ducks his ship, we can breach it. let us leave now today we can strike him and hold them down" he said with the same evil grin on his face.

you were struck by his words. they're planning on killing Telemachus? you know antinous was crazy, hell even stupid. but you never thought he'd go as far as to kill the prince..

then you start hearing him telling them about how they are going to kill him. hold him down. slit his throat. break his bones. turn him into pieces as they throw his body in the ocean.

you try to cover your mouth so stop your gasps, this can't be real. you need to go to Telemachus before they can reach the beaches and tell him, but what about the queen-

your thoughts were cut off as you heard antinous talking again.

"and when the deed is done, the queen will have no one to stop us from breaking her bedroom door, stop us from taking her love and more"

you almost let out loud gasp revealing your hiding spot as you heard antinous talking about how he wanted to break the queen door and assaulting her, making her choose a king against her well.

"and who knows, if we're lucky enough we'll get the princess too" antinous says with the same loud tone as if he had no fear of who could hear him.

your heart almost stopped when you heard him mentioning you, not only he wanted to kill your spouse and assaulting the queen. now he wants you too. what a sick dog.

Before your thoughts could go any further suddenly the sound of antinous voice was cut off, and as you look again to check what's happening there when you stood shocked.

an arrow was in antinous throat as he's body fell dead on the ground. as your eyes quickly gaze around the room you saw an old man wearing a cloak holding the king Odysseus bow. but how did he string this??

before you can get a clear answer the chaos started, as the screams of the suitors and dead bodies dropping everywhere, you know you needed to get away as soon as possible.

but before you could even make a run out of the room you felt someone yanking you back by your hair as you felt a blade to your throat.

"look what do we have here, what the little princess is doing here." one of the suitors said close to your ears as he pressed the knife harder into your neck.

"maybe we could make use of that, with the princess with us, i think the king would surrender" he smirks as he speaks in your ears, but his words shock your core.

the king? so the person who shot antinous and string the bow was Odysseus all along? but how? does that mean...

before you could think any further you felt the suitor dragging you by your hair to somewhere and before you know it he dragged you to a room filled with suitors and weapons.

"brothers look at who i got here, she'll help us make the king surrender, unless he wants the future princess of ithaca turning into pieces" he said as he throws you harshly into the ground, making her hiss in pain as she hit her face hard to the ground.

"do worry princess, we won't hurt you much, well unless the king didn't listen to us." said another suitor as he took a fist of her hair making her look at them again.

"you're nothing but a bunch of pigs, you think you'll get away with this? the king will paint the whole palace with your filthy bloods, just you wait.." you hiss at them with hatred and fury in your eyes and voice.

they laughed at your words but you know soon the only noises they would be making is screaming and pleading for mercy.

"ohh you're really naive princess, let's see what the king is going to do when-"

"BEHIND YOU!!"

before the other suitor yell you see a spare going through the man that was as he draws his final breath before he drops dead besides you, and as you look at the person who did this your eyes feels with hope. Telemachus.

"leave. her. alone."

he said in a dangerous tone as he pointed his spear at the other suitors. but they didn't seem to care about his threat one of them grab you and puts a sword to your neck.

"be careful young prince, we don't play fair." he said as he smirked as he pressed the sword to your neck. before he looked at the other suitors.

"STOP!" scream Telemachus at them as he saw the suitor holding his spouse with a sword that started to slowly cut the skin in her neck drawing a little bit of blood.

"brothers, we got company and he made a grave mistake, left the weapons room unlocked and now they're ours to take. brothers come and arm yourselves! there's a chance for us to win! we can still defend the king if we all attack the prince!!"

"NO!!" you scream as you see the men attacking your spouse as he tries to fight them but fails since they're more and he was alone against them. you saw them as they held him down to the ground.

"let the king obey our commands! cause if he won't I'll break the kid's hands" said the suitor as he stood before Telemachus looking down at him with a wild smirk on his face.

"got him!" said the suitor but before he could have his sweet victory a sword stab him through his chest. the other suitors stood shocked as they saw the sense before them, and saw the suitor trying to mumble something but was cut off by the person who stab him.

"mercy? mercy!?" you heard as the suitor dropped dead as you saw Odysseus standing behind him holding a bow now, he's the same man who shot antinous and he's holding the same bow, that's definitely Odysseus.

he then started shoting the suitors one by one as he started with the one holding you, he shot an arrow that was so near to your face but instead it stabbed the man behind you right in the eye which made him drop his sword as he lay on the ground dead.

you fail to the ground as you step away from the dead body. Telemachus takes his chance as he quickly runs to you as he kneels beside you. "my love, are you alright? did they hurt you?" you can hear the worries and fear in his voice as he starts checking on you.

as you saw him you quickly threw yourself at him clinging into his tunic, he didn't waste anytime as he held you closer sitting you on your feet. "we need to get you out of here now!" he said as he holds your hand before taking his spear as he starts taking you away from all the chaos as he takes you to an empty room away from everything.

"you stay here and don't come out at any cost, until i come back you'll lock yourself here okay?" he said as he held your face in his hands as he tried to wipe away the blood on your face.

"but Telemachus what about you? you were about to die right there!" you said as you were still clinging to his clothes as if he would disappear if you let go. you didn't wanna risk him going out and getting killed, what if the suitors got him again? what if the king shot him not knowing it's his son?

"I'll be fine, just promise me you'll stay here, please" he said with pleading in his eyes, you know he can't risk losing you and you should trust him but you couldn't help but worry.

"okay.. just please do die.." you said as you slowly let go of his tunic looking at him with teary eyes. "i won't, i promise" he said as he kissed your forehead before letting go of your hand as he left the room allowing you to close it behind him.

after a while of locking yourself in the room, everything gets quiet, no more screaming, no sounds of arrows crashing into the bodies and walls, that when you become sure that everything ends.

you slowly open the door as you start looking around. no one, only blood and dead bodies. then you remember your spouse and get worried.

you start running around the palace trying to look for Telemachus but as you get into the throne room you found him.

but you didn't move. he wasn't alone.

he was there, hugging with Odysseus, his father. they were hugging and crying and that twisted something inside you.

Odysseus is the only one who shows up, but that couldn't be right? 600 men and only one to come back? you try to lie to yourself, not to believe what you didn't wanna believe, but in the end it was clear.

he was the only one to come back.

you stand away staring at them more than you'd like to admit, you didn't even notice that they broke the hug as Odysseus gaze turned to you.

Telemachus followed his father's gaze as it landed on you, he smiled as he saw you. but his smile slowly faded as he saw your expression. then he realized what she must be thinking.

Telemachus was about to open his mouth but before any words could come out, you turn around and start running away from the senses before you.

Telemachus tried to scream your name but you didn't listen as you were focusing on getting as far away from here.

Odysseus just looked at his son and then to where this woman was standing, he knows that this woman meant something to his sons and he noticed their matching rings.

"oh gods.. i need to go after her" said Telemachus as he let go of his father as he was about to chase after his spouse before Odysseus stops him.

"what's happening here?"

you were crying your eyes dry as you sat behind a large tree, you couldn't face that fact that the person you've been waiting for your entire life was just a lie..

you were sitting under a tree in the forest near the palace, the same place you and Telemachus first met. but you didn't wanna see him, the last thing you wanted was seeing him now.

you lived your whole life hoping and praying, waiting 20 years on someone you never and would never know, he'll always be the person you always but never meant to see.

your father.

see Telemachus with his father crash you even more, why are you jealous? you have no right to be jealous. just because your hopes were false doesn't mean Telemachus doesn't deserve it. you were being selfish.

why? why would the gods make you hope and wait on someone, making you pray every day for his return, wasting your years hoping and pleading only for him to not come?

you understand life was never fair and it doesn't always give you what you wanted, but why? and why's she crying for something she never even had in the first place?

as you continue crying you start hearing a voice calling, you know who that voice belongs to but refused to answer. no you want to be alone.

Telemachus continues calling your name but there's no use. he knows how hard it must has been for her, after all he was the only thing she has, or at least the thought of him.

as he continues walking he suddenly starts hearing soft sobs coming from behind a tree as he gets close to it. and when he finally gets there he sees her. he sees his love, his light, his soul and the only thing that ever matters to him. his queen, he sees her sitting on the ground crying and sobbing softly looking fergal and weak..

"my love?" said Telemachus as he started walking closer to her as he kneels beside her. she was digging her face in her knees cover her whole face as her grip around herself looked almost hurtful.

"my love.. it's me, Telemachus.." he said as he touched her shoulder gently trying to ease her tension but she didn't even move, he was getting more worried now.

"listen love i know it's hard for you, you've been waiting for a long time only for it to.." Telemachus cut himself mid sentence, he knows that this is the last thing she wanted to hear right now. as he opens his mouth to talk again she speaks first.

"i have no right to be upset.. i didn't have him in the first place to lose him, i didn't have a family so I don't have a right to complain when it's gone." you said with the same broken and weak voice, you hated it, you didn't want anyone to ever see you like this, specially Telemachus.

"that's not right." said Telemachus softly as she put his hand on yours trying to make you feel his presence. "you always had a family, me! I was and I'll always be here for you and my mom too, you always had a family and home, yes it might hurt that you never get to mean your father but that doesn't mean you don't have a family, I'll be your family, and so is my mom and everyone in the palace. it's your home [y/n]"

he said as he started taking your hand away from your face, you didn't try to stop him. he held your face in his hands as he looked at you with the same adoration he always looked at you with.

"I'm here my love, always and forever. do you hear me? I'm never going to leave no matter what." he said as he starts wiping your tears away with his gentle hands. you couldn't help but throw yourself at him hugging him tightly as you hide your face in his chest. he didn't waste any time holding you tighter as if you'd run again if he let you go.

you stayed like this for a moment before he spoke again breaking the silence. " i told my father about your dad.. he said he died a hero and he'll always remember him, and also want me to give you something" he said as you guys pulled away a little, you were a little calm now.

he then held your hands before he takes something out of his pocket as he puts it in your hands.

it was a red ribbon, it looked damaged and even old. but it looked as if someone was taking care of it even with how damaged it looked.

"my father said that it was your father's he used to wear it and now you deserve to have it" you felt tears building up in your eyes again but you smiled.

"it's beautiful.. I'll make sure to take care of it." you said before you wiping your tears away as you held the only thing left of your father in your hands.

Telemachus then takes it from you as he takes your hand and starts wrapping it around your hand.

"also my father wants to meet you, he said he didn't wanna miss anything about his son and he wanted to mean the future queen of ithaca" said Telemachus as he wink at you making you chuckles at his remakes as he wrapped the whole ribbon around your arm.

"then i guess we should be going, it's not a good idea to keep the king of ithaca waiting for any longer" you said as you try to stand up but Telemachus pulled you down again making you fall into his arms.

"nah, he's with my mom right now.i guess they need their time, so how about we stay here for a while my queen?" he said as he grins at you making you laugh softly.

"as you wish, my king" you said before cupping his face softly kissing every corner of his face.

even if you never knew your real family, it doesn't matter. you have Telemachus and that's all that matters to you.

note: the end is kinda rushed sorry... but this takes me so long and i needed to finish it, i may make another version because i had two ideas for this scenario soooo maybe who knows . anyway i hope y'all like it!!!

[moonydustx]

Silent treatment

info: pretty self-explanatory I think. Law and reader have a pre-established relationship. I believe I'll soon post a version of Zoro too (it was supposed to be today, but I don't really believe in my ability to review more than one content per day)

pairing: Law x reader

Crossing my fingers and promising to stop writing only about Law

It was nothing new, far from it.

When you started living with Law years ago, you knew that he could occasionally be a little cold. Of course, within the crew itself, during the many days and nights spent underwater, he became a more communicative and accessible person - but sometimes not. That didn't bother you, not at all. At least not until the relationship between subordinate and captain turned into a relationship between two lovers.

He wasn't the clingiest person in the world, and neither were you, but he was still present. Stolen touches during the day, you leaning against his body while you drank with others. All of this was almost trivial to those who saw it and for you, everything was fine. The relationship between the two of you was constantly improving, except for one small fact: communication.

Now, the periods when Law was absent seemed to bother you even more than before and even with some indirect messages from you, he didn't seem to understand (or at least didn't care).

"Law, did you see that book I lent you?" You entered his small office. The brunette was buried in his own notes, lost enough in them to not look in your direction.

"I don't remember, love. Maybe on the bedside table?" He mumbled, distracted.

"No." You limited yourself to answering, hoping that maybe he would give you more hints. "Law!?"

"Hm?"

"Forget it."

You tried not to sound angry. That wasn't even the best word to describe your situation, maybe frustrated would work better.

When you returned to your room, you began to list the pros and cons of all this. Of course, the list of pros was immensely longer when it came to Law, but these lapses of attention still bothered you. An unhealthy idea crossed your mind.

First, you rethought everything you did and excluded part of the things you shared - lunch hours together, possible visits to him during the afternoon and anything else that could make you give in. Now all you had to do was avoid opening your mouth when you were in the same room and wait to see if you would succeed.

The first thing Law noticed was your disappearance. Okay, you were definitely mad that he had lost one of your books, and you were absolutely right. Maybe the fact that you hadn't gone to visit him was because you had found the book and were immersed in reading it.

The second thing was your absence during dinner, and that set off a red alert in his mind. Your absence wasn't physical, which only made the man's situation worse. Before he sat down at the table, your voice echoed about some subject he couldn't quite make out. All he had to do was show up and for the rest of the hour he stayed there, he only heard the sound of the cutlery against your plate.

The third thing was your absence from his bed. Okay, you didn't sleep together every night, but at least you took a few minutes for yourselves before going to sleep, even if it was just to cuddle for a bit. Tired of turning over in bed, dazed by the discomfort, he hurriedly walked to the door of your shared room with the only other female companion, who was the one who answered him.

"Hello, captain!" Ikkaku's mood was suspicious to him, but Law could wait to understand that later. "I think the one you're looking for is a little busy." She opened the door a crack, revealing your sleeping figure.

"Has she been here for a while?"

"Yes, sir. What happened, trouble in paradise?"

"Nothing much." He tried to avoid the subject with a weak smile. "Have a good night."

From then on, it was six days. Six days of pure torture for the captain of the heart pirates. You had entered radio silence mode. Every "good morning" or "can we talk?" was ignored. Law even tried to bring up one of your favorite singers and saw you remain silent. He couldn't understand why. He was going to go crazy, that was the only certainty he had at that moment.

The seventh day was the limit. Dark circles were forming on his face - and he could clearly see them on your face. His mood was unbearable, in addition to the atmosphere between everyone when you were present. Everyone already knew that there was indeed trouble in paradise.

You and Ikkaku were packing up the clean clothes that had arrived when you didn't notice him signaling to your partner to leave you alone.

"I think these clothes are enough for me to take. What do you think?" Your shock was evident when you saw your boyfriend there. Instead of answering, you turned your back and went back to rummaging through a small bag, putting the folded clothes in it.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Law's defeated tone of voice broke your heart, but you still tried to resist a little. "You're not leaving, are you? I know I messed up by losing your things, but please, please let's talk."

"That's the problem, Law." Even though your tone wasn't the most gentle of all, the man was washed with relief upon hearing your voice. "You don't

talk to me, don't pay attention to me."

"What do you mean?"

"You know that book I asked for? You didn't even look at my face to answer and then I found it there, on your desk. The other day you didn't hear me repeat the same thing more than three times." You blurted out, seeing that his gaze wasn't just on you but was going towards the bag on your bed.

"And you're leaving me because of this?"

And there was the sound he loved, even if the reason wasn't clear to him yet. With a light laugh you approached him and didn't hesitate to touch his face, turning his attentive gaze in your direction.

"Yes, I was upset about the situation, yes, I purposely gave you the silent treatment, but no, I would never leave you for something so trivial."

His eyes closed along with a relieved sigh that escaped his lips. Understanding that your closeness was an authorization, he intertwined his arms around your waist, ending any distance the two of you had.

"Can you forgive me? Sometimes I can't help but get lost in my own tasks and you've always been my lifeline, pulling me out of it." He explained, letting his fingers glide over your skin. "I think I took you for granted and I promise not to do that anymore. And if I do, please let me know, hit me, dunk me in seawater. Just please don't walk away from me, don't go without talking to me."

"I promise and I'm sorry for acting like this."

His lips captured yours quickly. Almost as a way of sealing the little promise between the two of you. However, you saw his eyes drift towards the suitcases.

"Promise you're not leaving me?"

"Oh babe." You laughed once more at his desolate expression. "These are some clothes I want to donate. Some of them don't fit me anymore, I really need some new things too, so I decided to clear the space."

"So that's it. You go, get rid of these clothes and then we'll go buy everything you need. And I want to hear everything you've done this week."

[moon-ttokki-x]

oh my god I’m stupid I requested 8, 9, and 39 for the SKZ prompt list but I forgot to ask for which member. Bangchan pretty please 🥺👉👈

hihi this took so long sorry >< . . . this is a lot more angsty than anticipated but i hope it works. i wrote it a little differently that i normally would, but here you go, love~~

stupidly perfect - (best friend!bang chan x reader)

pairing: best friend!bang chan x reader

summary: chan has never noticed how you feel for him, and one fateful evening, you let it all spill.

genre: angsty as hell, idol!au, reader lowkey enters their villain era, mentions of eating and drinking, overexcited maknaes, chan is kinda oblivious in this fic ngl, supportive felix, itzy mentions (yeji, ryujin, chaeryoung if that counts ig), this is super sad tbh

a/n: this took a while tbh . . . div by @ferretmilkshakezzz

⛓️ prompts: 8. "Take your time. I'm not going anywhere." / 9. "You can rest now." / 39. "I can't keep pretending I'm fine."

skz masterlist | skz prompt list | part two

"Y/n, do you wanna come to that ramen restaurant with us later?" Jisung tugs at your arm, skipping alongside you. "We've been wanting to go for ages, and we all finally have schedules off tonight."

"Yeah, come with us," Jeongin adds. "It'll be fun."

The maknaes are tagging all around you as you walk down the hallway, trying your best to keep a hold on all the papers you're carrying. It's difficult when they're fluttering around you like overexcited birds.

You'd taken the job at JYPE around four months ago; it was decided after a very long period of doubting and worrying that it wouldn't work out after what happened at your last workplace. But your best friend, Chan, had been super supportive throughout the whole thing, even offering to help you move into your little apartment down the road from the company. He'd brought some of his friends to help with the heavy lifting, and from there, you'd pretty much been adopted into the group he'd formed and was the leader of.

Not like you had a choice in the first place.

But you didn't mind; you'd been worried partly because of the fact that you wouldn't have any friends when you'd moved to this part of Korea; Chan had managed to inadvertently solve that issue without trying. Now, the four excitable boys skipped and bickered around you as you set down the papers on your office desk. Wiping the minimal sweat from your forehead, you sighed and pried Seungmin away from the trinkets neatly lining your bookshelf.

"Who else is going?" You ask as Jisung whines about you coming to the restaurant for the umpteenth time.

Seungmin shrugs, interrupting his friend. "All of the members, you, and a couple of the girls from our dance crew."

You feel your heart sink just as your brain tells you to agree; it's been ages since you went out with the guys, and you honestly couldn't wait for a break. Work was always stressful around comeback season, but you'd all settled into the rhythm of it soon enough. Spending an evening out with eight of your best friends eating some soul food sounded like a good idea. A better idea than spending the evening on the couch in your apartment, eating ice cream in complete silence. Alone.

You bite your lip, anticipating. "Which of the dance crew girls?"

Jeongin shrugs from the sofa, swinging his legs over a disgusted Seungmin's lap as he lounges back. "The usuals; Yeji, Ryujin, Young-hee, and Chae. Why?"

"No reason," you say, turning back to the bookshelf to unnecessarily reorganise something, fiddling with the solid fabric spine of one of your books. "I'll let you know if I'm coming. Now, clear out."

Your last comment doesn't bother the maknaes at all; they know you don't like your office being messed up, so they call goodbyes, and Jisung sneakily pokes your side as he filters out the door. Felix, however, remains.

You try to ignore the sinking feeling in your chest and keep a neutral expression as you turn the dark-haired boy. He looks so different from his usual blonde-haired countenance; however, no less beautiful, and not for the first time do you hold yourself back from carding your fingers affectionately through his hair.

You exhale. "Do you need something, Lix?"

He sits down on your chair, swinging it backwards and leaning his forearms across the back. An air of resignation flows around him. "You're not coming tonight, are you?"

You bite your lip. "I'll see."

His voice is quiet. "You've said that since Chae started hanging around us. Is it because of her?"

You scoff, dropping a pen. "No. Why would you think that?"

Felix leans forward on the chair, nosy. "It is because of her, isn't it? Do you not like her? Is it because of Chan-hyung?"

You whip around to face him, exasperated. The explanation bubbles out of you like molten lava from a temperamental volcano. "Okay, fine! I just- I can't stand seeing her around him. They're so close, and they always seem so wrapped up in each other-"

You cut yourself off then, not wanting to say anything you might regret. Chae is nice enough; she's never done anything explicitly hurtful towards you, though you secretly have suspicions that she doesn't like you at all. But you stay quiet, trying to dissipate the rising frustration blooming in your chest.

Felix is quiet.

You know he knows; he's known for ages about your little crush on his leader. You were afraid to tell him, once upon a time; but all you got in response from the affectionate chicken boy was a hushed giggle and a gentle encouragement to tell Chan how you feel. He hasn't told anyone else about your feelings, and you know he would continue to keep his mouth shut. But you wish, even just a little, that someone else would notice and find a way to get Chae away from your best friend.

"No wonder she likes him too," you say quietly to yourself, sinking into your office chair.

And it isn't a wonder, really. Chan is sweet, and gentle, and kind, and so, so, supportive and admirable. There's not a single flaw about him, except perhaps his slight dislike towards himself and his irritation when it comes to those soft, dark curls that frame his perfect face so perfectly-

You shake yourself out of it. Felix is still looking at you quietly, his head tilted in thought.

"You do know," he says carefully, "that you're closer with Chan that Chae is?"

"But still," you groan. "He always seems so much happier around her, and he always only talks to her when you all go out-"

"How would you know?" Felix cries, throwing his hands up. "You're not even there half the time, and Chan only talks to her because you're not there for him to talk to. He has to settle for her because he's fed up of us, and he's not close with Yeji, Ryujin, or Young-hee."

You sigh and hop up onto the desk, swinging your legs over the side. "I just can't stand it, Lix. Seeing them together..."

His expression softens. "I know, Y/n, and I know how frustrated you get when they're all over each other, but you have to at least try. Come with us. If not for him, then for us. We miss you."

"I'm right here."

Felix sighs softly. "That's not what I meant."

You rub two fingers along the bridge of your nose, trying to think straight. You can't get the images out of your mind; Chan and Chae giggling to each other, her touching his arm, him reciprocating the affection... no one said it would hurt this bad when you watch your best friend fall for someone else.

No one said it would hurt this much when you realise that you're in love with said best friend either.

"I can't keep pretending I'm fine," you say, so softly you're not sure Felix hears it. But he does.

"Then don't pretend," he urges gently. "Get him to fall for you. You're halfway there already, I'm pretty sure. But it's not gonna happen if you're always at a distance from him."

He has a point, you think. But, being as stubborn as you are, there's still that nagging doubt in the back of your mind that Chan will never feel the same way that you do, whether you're with him or not-

"Y/n," Felix says, a little more firmly.

You know exactly what he's thinking; sighing, and then bending down to pick up the pen you dropped earlier, you slot it back into the holder on the desk.

"Fine," you say quietly, trying and failing to hide the tiny smile twitching at the corners of your mouth. "I'll come."

Felix lets out a whoop.

.

You pull your jacket a little closer around yourself as you head round the corner, the evening wind whipping your hair into a state of extreme disarray. Sighing and then spluttering as you pull strands of it out of your mouth and eyes, you duck around people and head to the restaurant, its warm, golden light drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

You're not late, so to speak; you spot the group sitting at a large corner booth with comfy seats, mingling and chattering, and you notice Felix immediately. His face lights up when he sees you, half with relief and half with something else you can't quite decipher. He makes to get up before you're almost tackled to the floor by Jisung and Jeongin, who are pretty much hollering at the top of their lungs.

Minho shushes them insistently as he tugs them off you, bowing before shoving both maknaes back into their seats.

"Y/n," Jeongin says happily. "We didn't think you'd come."

You chuckle awkwardly and settle into the spot next to Felix, trying not to look around for Chan like you always do. "Yeah, I needed a break. Besides, you two would have come for my throat if I turned the invitation down one more time."

"Damn right," Jisung interjects, all three of you dissolving into giggles.

You look around then; not everyone is here. Hyunjin and Yeji are still missing, both Hwangs late as per usual, and you know Changbin will come by a little later, having decided to work out before treating himself for the evening. You make a mental note to stick to your work ethic as well as he does, but it's interrupted by the familiar tone of someone speaking your name.

"You look nice, Y/n," Chan says from next to Felix, who is sitting in between both of you.

Chae is sitting next to Chan, you notice with some sadness and displeasure; her long, pinky-blonde hair is straight and neat, long acrylic nails coming up to brush strands of it off her perfect porcelain cheeks, flushed with the cold. At least, you hope it's the cold and not the effect of Chan's probably flirting before you arrived.

Despite the indignance rising in your stomach, you can't help but notice how Chan looks tonight; his hair is slightly damp from the chilly weather outside, the adorably messy strands of it curling against his temples and nape. His eyes are crescents as he gazes into yours, and you fight the urge to reach over and wipe the faint remainder of strawberry milk off the curve of his plush bottom lip.

You know exactly where he'd bought the little drink carton of it from; there's a vending machine just down the street, one that the boys always buy drinks from before eating out. It was their tradition, and one that you gladly partook in, that is before you became too shy to be around the boys.

Because of Chan and his stupid perfectness.

You suddenly come back down to earth and realise that Chan is still gazing at you; Chae is laughing obnoxiously loud in the background behind him, no doubt to recapture his attention, but all you can focus on is the fact that you're locking eyes with the most beautiful person on earth. And also the fact that you haven't replied to his little indirect compliment, so you just nod and turn back to the table to fiddle with the menu in front of you.

Felix exhales discreetly and you fight a grin, watching as he unpeels himself from the corner of the table. He'd been bending over it so you could lean back to talk to Chan, and he pokes you affectionately in the side as you thank him quietly, clearing your throat in an attempt to get rid of the flush painting your cheeks.

"Could've warned me about how pretty he looks," you mutter to Felix under your breath. He just chuckles and touches your knee as everyone begins to order.

The food arrives just as Hyunjin, Yeji, and Changbin make their dramatically late entrance; they clatter noisily into their seats, and you bump fists with Yeji just as everyone begins to dig in.

There's brief silence as everyone begins to fill their stomachs with soul food, and then the chatter eventually rises again as the members turn to each other to bicker and laugh. You almost snort a noodle out of your mouth as you watch Hyunjin take a hairclip out of his bag to clip his hair back, before realising it's not there. Seungmin, sitting next to him, runs his hand through the boy's kiwi-like hair before turning back to his ramen.

You almost start to enjoy yourself, but there's still that lingering tension that you feel rests in the air between you and Chan; if anyone else has noticed it, they're not saying anything. Felix, noticing your quietness, tries to fill the space between you with small talk and jokes, but it doesn't seem to help. Once or twice, he even brings Chan into the conversation in a bid to try and get you two to converse, but Chae interjects more and more frequently until you quietly tell Felix to stop.

You feel bad because of it; you know he's just trying to help, but it isn't working. And it's beginning to make you feel worse, the fact that it seems not even the dark-haired sunshine boy can get his leader to try and talk to you. And you realise, all of a sudden, that maybe it's not Chan that's the problem.

There are two possible reasons that Chan doesn't seem to want to talk to you; you thought maybe he would talk more with you tonight, considering it's been so long since you've been out with them, but you're crestfallen as you realise that not more than a few words have been exchanged between the two of you tonight.

And it strangely breaks your heart.

The other reason is that Chae might have been badmouthing you behind your back to Chan, or it could be because of the fact that Chan genuinely likes her. You're not sure, but that belief is confirmed as you look across to see Chan holding out his chopsticks to her, bringing a piece of tempura to her perfect, pink lips.

Watching in horror and completely forgetting about the cooling ramen in front of you, you watch as Chae accepts the tempura with a little giggle, batting her lashes at Chan as he reaches up to wipe a crumb off her lip. The sight is so equally disgusting and upsetting that you immediately stand up, moving out of the booth as tears blur your eyes.

"Where are you going?" Jisung calls after you, Felix looking up from his food.

"Bathroom," you call over your shoulder, your voice surprisingly strong considering the fact that tears and beginning to stream down your cheeks.

Not wanting to make a fuss or arouse suspicion from the group, you do actually head to the bathrooms, locking the cubicle door behind you and sinking down against the door. You couldn't care less if it's dirty right now, the only thought in your head the mental image of your best friend and Chae giggling and flirting all over each other, blissfully unaware of your misery.

It's not fair.

"Maybe it's me," you whisper to yourself, sniffling as you rip off a piece of toilet paper, scrubbing at your face. You feel so pathetic and unworthy; what kind of person hides out in the bathroom crying over a guy who probably doesn't even care about them?

Standing up and checking you have your phone and wallet, you sigh as you feel the weight of them in your pockets. Good. You can just leave without having to go back to the table. The last thing you want right now is to talk to anyone, or have to put up a fake cheerful front.

Heading to the back of the restaurant, the once-inviting golden lights now feeling like a spotlight, you emerge out into the street, the cold wind soothing the hot, sticky tear irritation on your cheeks. You head to the parking garage down the street and try to walk as quickly as you can past the opening of the ramen restaurant, lest any of the group notice you walking away.

And they don't, not least until you cross the street and head down the dimly light footpath.

Someone grabs your wrist suddenly and you cry out, whipping your head back so fast to see who it is you think you might have whiplash.

Chan is standing there, his hand solid and warm around your wrist, the wind ruffling his dark hair back from his bare face. You can see the glint of his silver earrings under the streetlights.

"Wait," he pants. "Where are you going?"

You can't fight the hot, wet tear rolling down your cheek and inwardly curse it for escaping. "Home."

"Why?" He asks, concern and worry painting his expression. "Are you not feeling well?"

You fight the urge to slap him; it wouldn't be fair, however much you want to do it. He just doesn't understand. He doesn't understand any of it. And you want nothing more to run into his arms and spill all your thoughts and feelings like you have so many times before, but you can't.

Not this time.

You can't tell Chan that you've loved him since who knows how long; that seeing him makes your heart feel lighter, the way a high schooler might feel seeing their crush in the sunny hallways. You can't tell him how many times you styled your hair to look a little like his, hoping the curls that make him look so handsome might make you a little more attractive too. You can't tell him how many times you ran late for schedules just because you took a detour to his studio to talk with him, even if it was just for a minute.

Even if all of it was a waste in the end. Because he likes someone else, and that someone else isn't you.

So you just shake your head as the tears come streaming down, and rip your wrist out of his grip before turning and walking away. The earth feels like it's shattering around you.

Or maybe that's just your heart.

But Chan doesn't give up; you hear his footsteps continue behind you, hurried and irregular, like he's trying to decide whether to let you go or make you stay.

"Y/n," he pants. "Wait, just- will you stop walking so fast? Please, wait, slow down- What's wrong?"

"Everything's wrong!" You cry out, turning to face him as you throw your hands up. A sob rips through your lungs, face contorting with the force of your tears. "Okay? Everything's wrong."

Chan is silent, one hand out in an unsteady attempt to calm you. "What are you talking about? You're worrying me."

You scoff and kick a stone across the footpath, harshly rubbing a hand across your cheekbone.

"Y/n, please," he pleads, his voice quieter. "Felix noticed you were gone for too long earlier, and I saw you walking out of the restaurant. Please, tell me what's wrong. You look so upset."

"Then stop looking."

He recoils, looking slightly hurt, before it's overtaken by a look of determination. You know that look; it either results in an all-nighter to finish a song track, an attempt to wrangle seven naughty kids, or a hard-to-have conversation. You know it's the last one.

"Please," he says, even quieter. "Tell me what's wrong. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

"It's you," you say, broken with utter resignation.

He takes a step forward. "What?"

"It's you," you repeat, looking away as another hysterical sob brings the wind inside your body. It's sharp and biting, and it brings back some of your courage. But only some.

You raise your eyes to look at him. Maybe this is the last conversation you'll have with Chan, before he decides he doesn't want to be around someone who's in a one-way love story with him. Even if that person is his best friend.

"You don't realise, do you?" You whisper brokenly. "You never realised I was in love with you, Chan. But that's just who you are. You may be kind and compassionate and intuitive, but you never realised why I do what I do, or why I act the way I act around you."

His face is contorted in utter disbelief; whether it's from shock or disgust, you don't want to know.

"I realised around the time you helped me move in," you continue. Might as well get all of it out now. "I looked at you differently after a while. I didn't see my best friend anymore. I saw someone else, someone stronger and more clever and more dedicated and more perfect and flawless. And it was strange, because I realised that you changed so much. Maybe I changed too, but it was different seeing you walking around at the company and going about your schedules, because I felt different about it all. I felt different about you. And I couldn't let it go, not least when we actually talked. I used to be late for most of my meetings and events because I would take detours to see you. Some days I would think about canceling my schedules just so I could be around you more.

"And I love the boys, I do, Chan. So much. But I have to admit, I wouldn't be around them half as much if you weren't there. I felt so drawn to you, not like the way I did when we were friends. I figured that if I didn't want to lose you, I would have to discipline myself. So I did.

"I threw myself into my work; I gave myself so much to do, partially to distract myself, partially to use work as an excuse whenever I was invited out, like tonight. Just because I knew you would be there, and I didn't want to end up spilling it all to you, because I knew it would ruin everything between us. Forever.

"And when Chae started hanging around us, I didn't mind at first; I sort of liked her. But I started hating her because of how close she would get to you, how much you two would secretly talk between yourselves, and it made me upset. So I ended up spending much more time by myself so that I would be able to forget she existed. So that I could forget that she ever entered the picture, and that it was just me and my secret that I kept from you. For so long, Chan. You have no idea how much I had to hold myself back from you.

"Did you assume that I never wanted to go out with you guys? That I never wanted to buy drinks from that vending machine the members always go to before eating out, or that I didn't want to spend time with you? Because I did, Chan. But I forced myself not to, because I couldn't bear to see you, and most of the time I didn't know if Chae was going to be there. I told myself I wasn't going to sit there and watch you be with her, not while I felt so invisible and unseen around you.

"Let me tell you something, Chan," you choke through sobs at him, pointing a finger at his chest as though it were a gun. "Every time Jisung or Jeongin or one of the boys invited me out, I did actually show up. Even if you never saw me. I would watch from a distance to see if Chae was with you; if she was, I would turn around and leave, and go home. If not, I would smile from around the corner as the maknaes begged you for money to buy drinks from that vending machine. And then I would turn around and go home anyway.

"I know every single one of their preferences; even if you didn't know I was there to observe them bickering and choosing, faces lit by streetlight. I would go around to the vending machines at the company and randomly buy their favourites for them, even if you didn't know how I knew. I would buy them for you too, and debate leaving a little note for you telling you how I felt alongside it, and I never did.

"Because, despite all of that, it was all a waste," you snap at him. You're not sure why you're angry; you suppose it's the result of feeling unheard for so long. "It was a waste, Chan. Because you never even noticed how I felt. So don't come chasing after me in the night like this like you care, because it was Felix who told you to come after me, Felix who noticed I had been gone for too long, not you of your own accord. And don't look worried or concerned either, because I've told you what's wrong, Chan, just as you asked. You can rest now."

You can barely see him through the blur of your tears.

"Y/n," he whispers, broken as you feel. "I'm so sorry."

"I don't care," you cry out at him, turning and storming in the other direction. And this time, he doesn't follow, still standing under the streetlight with his hand out, though you're not there to take it.

You sob bitterly as you almost flee around the corner, breaking out into a full-on run, like sprinting can fix the problem, fix your heart and your tears. It doesn't, however, and you feel worse as you bolt pass the crossing light, not caring about its colour. Later you will realise that running with blurry vision and a hysterical, heartbroken mindset was not the wisest idea.

You don't see the car speeding towards you until it's too late.

a/n: *laughs in writer*