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[shooting-love-arrows]

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐍

SYNOPSIS: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 basks in the fact that you're ofically his. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 x Reader (gender isn't impiled/mentioned/specified) Tw. buying reader, kidnapping, general lack of consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, blackmailing, threatening; A/N: Quick reminder. I do not support this kind of behaviour. This is just a piece of fiction and serves as enetrtaimnet purposes only.

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 who had bought you.

Earlier that week, unknowingly to you, he visited a small apartment you and your family were occupying. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was aware where and how you were living but it still mortified him how you – his precious darling – could be living like that. 

“You deserve better…more…” he repeated in his head every time he thought about you. Which was always. So it didn't come as a surprise to anyone he had decided to do something about it sooner than later.

Yes, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 greatly appreciated being so warmly welcomed by (his soon to be in-laws) your family. He even witnessed himself from where you got some of your traits from but business needed to be made.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 was straight forward from the start.

The deal was simple: he will pay your family a handsome sum of money monthly and you'll belong to him wholly. They'll completely disappear from your life, becoming nothing but a shadow of your past. In his head he knows you won’t need them anymore.

If not, their financial situation which was already bad will be even worse. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 is a man of power and has a lot of money. Your parents, knowing this, quickly understood that it's either willingly giving you away and getting the money or he will forcefully do so with them landing on a street, probably dead.

From the beginning, they had no choice.

"And here you are, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 whispered lovingly into your ear before gently laying you on the king size bed. You were put in a deep sleep by an alcohol you drank during his luxurious party (he threw to celebrate sealing the deal but shhh...) and strong sleeping pills he had added to one of your drinks. He made a mental note to pay the doctor he got them from an extra since you didn't even twitch the whole way you were carried here.

"I hope the bedroom will be to your liking." Your (captor) future husband carefully took off your shoes and laid them by your new bed. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 wanted you to be as comfortable as one person can be. Then he took the neatly folded blanket made from the highest quality silk and processed to snuggly tuck you in. When he finished, you looked like the bed could swallow you at any given moment.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 couldn’t help himself and brought his hand to your head, caressing it while staring at your face in adoration. "If not I'll change it however you like it."

Secretly, he hoped you'll be sharing a bedroom (especially bed) soon.

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sat down by your side, the softest mattress he could find easily dipping under him. He didn’t care that he was wrinkling his expensive party wear consisting of a black tuxedo imported straight from Italy that accentuated his lean body in every positive way. He was looking his absolutely best. For you.

"Oh how I love you, my precious." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 purred and his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He leaned down close enough to your face that your soft breaths were fanning him. Some of his slicked back hair fell down tickling your forehead. His mesmerizing eyes were gleaming with the passionate and deep rooted love he had for you. "You belong to me."

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟐𝟎'𝐬! 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 sealed your fate with a peck on your lips.

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[ot8xbangchansgirlsblog]

Don't mind me, just jumping into your asks. 😄

I had an idea/prompt for you! (Obviously you don't have to write it.) OT8 x fem is preferred but please, go nuts!! Thank you!!

*p.s. I am addicted to your writing works. I can't wait to see what you come up with!*

"His/their arms did what her sleeping pills couldn't."

𝕐𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕞𝕪 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 ℙ𝕚𝕝𝕝

Warning: Angst/comfort/fluff

Summary: Request!

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"Have you been sleeping?" Felix asks suddenly, breaking the comfortable silence in the kitchen. They were enjoying an afternoon snack that Leeknow had prepared for them after classes—a simple spread of sandwiches and fruit, but it felt warm and cozy.

Y/N sighed, taking a slow bite of the sandwich she was holding. If it weren’t for Lee Know insisting she eat something, she would probably be passed out from exhaustion by now. The weight of late-night studying and looming deadlines pressed down on her.

"Yes, I have. Just a lot of studying to do," she lied, trying to sound convincing.

"Hm? Are you sure?" Felix pressed, his eyes narrowing slightly. He knew her too well to buy into her facade.

"Yes, Felix, now drop it," she snapped, her voice sharper than she intended. Felix's face fell, and he pouted, his bottom lip jutting out in that adorable way that always made her heart soften.

"I was just asking. I didn’t mean to upset you—"

"Well, you are, so just leave me alone," she retorted, frustration spilling over. She knew she wasn’t angry at him; it was just that the exhaustion and irritability were clouding her thoughts. She hated taking it out on him.

"Fine," he replied, his expression clouding over as he frowned again. He stood up slowly, taking his plate with him, the sound of the chair scraping against the floor echoing in the otherwise quiet kitchen.

As he left, Y/N felt a pang of guilt settle in her stomach. She knew she needed to let him in, but right now, the weight of her fatigue felt like too much to bear.

She let out another frustrated sigh before putting away her empty plate and trudging toward her room, but she was soon interrupted by Seungmin, who playfully pulled her to the couch.

"Can you just listen to this?" he pleaded, handing her an AirPod. She sighed again, knowing she had just snapped at Felix and didn’t want to take her frustration out on anyone else.

"Y/N?" Seungmin called, snapping her out of her thoughts. She realized she had totally zoned out and barely heard the demo of the song he was working on.

"Did you like it?" he asked, his voice hopeful.

A pang of guilt washed over her, but she decided to lie again. "Yes, I did. It's amazing, Seungmin," she replied with a strained smile, handing him back the AirPod.

"That’s it?" he asked, looking confused. "Usually, you give me more details on where I can improve," he pouted, crossing his arms.

"W-well, maybe it’s just perfect, okay? Can we do this later, Seungmin? I promise I'll give you my full attention," Y/N begged. Her body ached, her head thumped like a bass drum, and her eyes felt like they were on fire. She could hardly keep herself upright.

"Are you sick? You look awful," Seungmin remarked, reaching out to check her forehead.

"Geez! Thanks. Means a lot," she grumbled, snatching her backpack and turning to leave.

"That's not what I meant—Y/N—wait!" But she was already in the hallway, refusing to look back.

It was as if the universe conspired against her because just as she was about to walk into her room, she was unexpectedly pulled into Hyunjin’s room.

"There you are! My favorite girl!" Hyunjin beamed, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "How was school?"

Horrible. Disgusting. Tiring. Frustrating.

"Good," she replied flatly, forcing a smile.

"Great! So can I borrow you for tonight?" he asked, spinning her around and playfully carrying her toward the bed.

"Hyunjin..." she sighed, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. "I really wish we could go to the gallery, but I'm swamped with studying and—"

"Hey, baby!" Changbin interrupted, bursting into the room. "I was looking for you. Sorry to interrupt, but are we still on for the gym in 30?" His words hit her like a ton of bricks. She had totally forgotten!

Why does everyone want something from me today? she thought, feeling overwhelmed.

"Binnie..." she sighed again, tears welling in her eyes.

"God, I’m the worst girlfriend ever!" she huffed, her emotions boiling over. Without waiting for a response, she stormed out of the room and rushed to her own, knowing better than to lock it—Chan’s rules, after all.

She decided to lock her door and take a breather from everything. It wasn’t long before Changbin and Hyunjin knocked, but there was no response.

"Do you know what’s going on?" Changbin whispered to Hyunjin, concern on his face.

"No idea… maybe we should give her some space?" Hyunjin suggested, though neither wanted to leave her alone. They knew how she could shut down during tough times.

"I'll text Leeknow," Changbin decided, and they headed to the living room.

Meanwhile, Y/N felt overwhelmed. The pressure of school and her relationships weighed heavily on her. She tried to take a nap to recharge for the evening with her boyfriends, but sleep wouldn’t come. Her mind raced with thoughts of assignments, exams, and the expectations she felt from everyone around her.

"Forget this..." she whispered, pushing herself up and deciding to study instead. She shuffled to her desk, surrounded by textbooks and notes. Despite her exhaustion and the tears threatening to spill, she forced herself to focus on the pages in front of her.

Time slipped away, and she lost track of how long she had been studying when a loud knock startled her. "Y/N? You know I don’t like it when people lock doors," Chan called from outside, his voice a mix of concern and gentle authority.

It was 8:57, and she rubbed her eyes before reluctantly unlocking the door.

There stood Chan, looking concerned. Was he going to scold her?

"Hey, Y/N," he said softly, stepping inside.

She managed a small smile as he wrapped her in a warm hug. It felt so comforting that it made her wonder why she had been short with those she cared about. The weight of the world seemed to lift for a moment as she leaned into him.

"Channie... I’m so tired," she whispered into his shoulder.

"I know baby, shhh, it’s okay," he soothed, laying them both on the bed. He glanced around the room, noticing scattered books and an almost empty container of sleeping pills.

"Having trouble sleeping again?" he asked, worry in his voice.

"Mmhm," she sniffled.

"How long?" he continued, rubbing her back gently.

"Eight days..." she admitted, feeling shame wash over her.

"Eight days?!" he exclaimed, shocked that she was even functioning.

"I was going to tell one of you, but we’re all stressed with exams, and you have your comeback soon. I just couldn’t bring myself to do it," she cried, her voice breaking.

Chan let out a frustrated sigh. He cared deeply; that much was clear.

"What did I say about thinking for others?" he gently scolded. "What if I wasn’t busy? You can’t decide for me or the others when we’re available. Eight days isn’t healthy, and if I tell Leeknow, he’ll worry."

She lets out a whimper as the memory of how the last visit went. She had to be hooked up to many machines and monitors each monitoring her sleeping and to see what was wrong. She was exhausted for 12 hours straight in the hospital. "I’m sorry, please don’t tell him."

"Only if you promise to come to me whenever you’re struggling, okay?" he said, kissing her forehead and picking up the nearly empty container of pills. "How many have you taken? Are they not working?"

"It doesn’t work," she admitted, burying her head into his shoulder, feeling ashamed. "I tried taking three each night—"

"Three?! No way, Y/N, that’s not good for you, Please tell me you don’t feel sick."

"I don’t; I just feel cranky."

"Is that why you snapped at Felix?" he asked gently.

"Y-yeah. I should apologize to him," she said, avoiding his gaze.

"Hey, look at me," he said softly, kissing her cheek. "I know it gets tiring, but you have to communicate, okay? Wash up, and we can watch a movie downstairs. The boys are worried. Han's about to lose it. He's about to escape the restraints Leeknow put on him."

"Oh no," she giggled for the first time in a while. "Not time out!"

"I missed that smile," he said gripping at her waist.

"I thought I had to wash up?" she teased, feeling a bit lighter.

"Yah! Is it wrong to love my girlfriend? I already have to share you with those 7 idiots, Let me enjoy this," Chan said dramatically, pulling her close. He let her straddle his lap and both their core's lightly touched one another.

Another giggle escaped her lips as she leaned in for a quick kiss, feeling warmth spread through her despite her lingering exhaustion.

It did indeed take her longer to enter the shower, mainly because Chan was so committed to making her feel good. Basically she got the best head of her life. When she finally made her way downstairs to the theater, she was immediately tackled by Han, who showered her with kisses.

"I'm so sorry I didn't notice you felt this way! I should have paid more attention. I love you. Do you love me?" he exclaimed, his voice full of concern and affection.

"I love you, Han, and it isn’t your fault. I promise, bub," she replied, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead.

Changbin, who was nearby, chimed in, "I’m sorry for pushing you earlier, babe," as he handed her a takeout plate, realizing Han wasn’t letting go anytime soon.

"You don’t need to apologize, love. I should be the one apologizing for not communicating and just shutting down. I hope you all can forgive me; I haven’t been the best partner," she confessed, her voice a bit shaky.

"Oh hush!" Hyunjin interjected with a warm smile before giving her a kiss on the forehead and heading to his seat. "No need to apologize; we all have our moments."

"Yeah, he’s right. Totally forgotten," Seungmin added, snuggling into Hyunjin's side, a comfortable warmth radiating between them.

She turned to Felix, her heart racing a bit as she hoped he wasn’t angry. "Lix?"

"I could never be mad at you," he said softly, climbing by her side and planting gentle kisses on her cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, feeling her heart swell with gratitude.

The rest of the night was filled with lighthearted conversations and a movie. Everyone eventually drifted off to sleep, and she felt a profound sense of peace wash over her.

"Come on," Chan whispered, gently pulling her out of I.N and Han's grip. They let out little whines but soon settled back into slumber. She crawled onto Chan's lap, and he whispered soothing words to her while rubbing her back.

"Remember to always find me when your lost."

This was her happy place. As her eyes began to close and her breathing evened out, Chan placed a tender kiss on her forehead and held her close, ready to keep her safe until she woke up.

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☠︎︎ THRILLING GHOULS & SMOOTH CRIMINALS ☠︎︎

Halloween is my fav holiday and Horror is my fav movie genre so how could I not participate in a SPOOKY KINKTOBER!

update 9/15/24: im going to finish this list this year! just revamped the masterlist.

All inspired by my favorite horror villains!

song inspo: Thriller & Smooth Criminal cw: Blood play might be heavy in a few of these. Dubcon or Noncon in most of these but the reader will enjoy/consent by the end. Death but only of minor/NPC no name characters(ie, your fuckass bf, bitchy chem professor, next door neighbor, mailman, etc) and manipulation. schedule: gojo > geto > sukuna > nanami tag: will tag works #☾﹒✖☠𝘬𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘳

❝Girl, I can thrill you more than any Ghoul would ever dare try!❞

FreddyKruger!Sukuna

Kink Tags: Teratophilia, Size Difference, Virgin, Chasity Synopsis: Teens in town have been dying in their sleep from horrible dreams. Hard up virgin Y/N won't take sleeping pills to stop dreaming because she only gets relief in her wet dreams. What will happen when Sukuna (true form) enters them? wc: ?

Sadako!Geto

Kink Tags: Voyerism, Squirting, Overstimulation Synopsis: Camgirl!Reader hasn't been able to make herself squirt yet and is teased by her chat. She buys a new toy and downloads a random porn an anon user sent her "guaranteed to make you squirt" but is it just a normal porn? Or is there something more sinister on it? wc: ?

Werewolf!Toji

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Breeding, Dacryphilia, Aphrodisiac�� Synopsis: Catching him in a lie, you suspect your boyfriend Toji is cheating on you. Where does he keep disappearing to once a month that keeps him away for often days at a time. You're fed up. You've made up your mind this time to follow him but are you ready for what you discover? wc: 10.4k

❝You've been fucked struck by a Smooth Criminal!❞

Ghostface!Choso

[Part 1 ღ Part 2] Kink Tags: Clothed Male/Naked Female, Thigh Riding, Knife Play Synopsis: The university campus is being terrorized by a copycat Ghostface killer. As a popular sorority girl with a dumb jock bf, you are a prime choice to be his next victim especially given how he can't stop thinking about you. But you're no ordinary Sorority Girl bimbo, now are you? wc: 15.4k

Hannibal!Nanami

Kink Tags: Olfactophilia, Body Worship, Menophilia Synopsis: You're immensely grateful for your kind, empathetic and open-minded (not to mention very handsome) psychiatrist Nanami who has gotten you through some very rough patches in your life. However when you show up at his home office for unannounced session and discover him preparing dinner, are you whats next on the menu? wc: ?

InvisibleMan!Gojo

Kink Tags: Mirror Sex, Frottage, Stalker Synopsis: Fed up with his antics and him ignoring you, you breakup with your tech genius boyfriend Gojo. It's been a month and you've started to move on with your life but odd occurrences have been happening around you and you have the feeling you are being watched 24/7. You need a vacay and your friend Shoko offers up her lake cabin. Will you be safe there? Or will whoever is watching you have you right where they want you? wc: ?

BONUS: Free for all section of general Halloween themes if I finish all the rest or need to do a quick drabble to cure writer's block.

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Incubus!Geto - coming soon

The Hills Have Eyes Choso P1 *new*

Why you can’t watch scary movies with JJK men - Drabble, 2k words

Trick or Treat Anthology or Halloween Fluff with JJK Men - Fic 10k

JJK Men Slutty Halloween Costumes - Ask thirst

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[lexirosewrites]

hello again, it's the eddie's leather jacket candle anon! i wanted to submit something for slick sunday last week but couldn't think of anything, and then at 1am monday this popped into my head while i was trying to sleep lol. based on the idea that you smell like the people you're around a lot or were recently near

thinking about b!steve, overcompensating for being a beta by trying to be perfect instead. he tries to get good grades, does his best at sports, gets in with the popular crowd, dutifully obeys his father's stubborn insistence on taking the stupid vitamins for his stupid deficiency everyday... only for canon events to happen, and effort is worthless without promising results in the eyes of his alpha parents.

the summer of ’86, steve gets in a fight to end all fights with his parents when they find out about his “dalliances with” (crush on) a!eddie, and b!robin and her parents offer their basement for as long as steve needs it. robin shares a bathroom with steve and notices the pill bottle she keeps in there is emptying faster than normal. when she asks if he’s been taking some of her pills, he shrugs and apologizes for using her vitamins without asking, but they were the same kind he’s been taking since puberty hit and he’ll buy more if she’ll tell him which drugstore carries it since he can’t seem to find it on his own.

except they’re puberty blockers. omega puberty blockers. robin takes them on purpose because having a period is enough trouble without the heats, but steve has everything he’s ever known about himself and his life as a harrington turned on its head. a lot of the things he’d been scolded for (things that in hindsight are omega traits, like the “stomachaches” he gets every 3 months because of his “vitamin deficiency”) suddenly make a lot of sense. they call joyce, who lives in hawkins again and has dealt with a son going through omega puberty, and ask for her advice. through their combined research, steve concludes the best course of action is to taper his dose until he’s completely weaned off the blocker, that way the change doesn’t happen all at once.

cut to a month later. at hellfire, which now takes place in the basement of wayne’s new government hush-money house, eddie notes that dustin smells weird different, to which dustin replies he’s using a new deodorant and he even showered right before he got here today and why the fuck are alpha noses so frickin’ sensitive. eddie says whatever, as long as it keeps the BO out of his nostrils.

eddie smells dustin’s oddly pleasant strong new deodorant when he goes to make a return at family video. he asks robin if she started using the same deodorant as dustin and she whacks him in the head with the tape because no, dingus, dustin was here earlier borrowing neverending story again, dingus. when eddie asks why steve isn’t there for him to flirt with, robin says he had to go home sick. eddie eagerly offers to bring steve cold medicine or food or go to keep him company, but robin shuts that down harsher than necessary. eddie can take a hint, steve just needs the day off. as he leaves, the familiar beamer in the parking lot doesn’t strike him as odd.

jonathan doesn’t usually ask eddie for weed, especially since argyle has way better shit, but eddie stops by the byers-hopper residence anyway for a covert drop. he runs into joyce, who apparently shares the same taste in deodorant as dustin, and asks why everyone’s getting the same new deodorant, only for her to tell him that the only thing that’s changed with her is nursing steve back to health from his terrible cold. they seem to reach a realization at the same time, and eddie decides he needs to ask steve where the hell he’s getting this deodorant and why it smells better from him than when dustin wears it. (joyce, infinitely wiser in her years, reaches the correct conclusion.)

eddie manages to sneak via window into the basement where steve is staying, bringing a care package: cold medicine, a hot thermos of wayne’s soup, and a few cassettes of Actually Good music. the plan is to hang out for a few hours, maybe set the mood a little, and if eddie can’t actually get the words out he can play the cassette that contains a recited confession on how much eddie likes steve and his stupid, sexy everything and could steve please, please, please think about giving eddie a chance. he only gets halfway through the window, then falls in the rest of the way at the sight and smell and sound of steve in a full-blown heat, wearing eddie’s battle vest and fingering his dripping cunt while mewling eddie’s name. eddie can only appreciate the situation for 2 seconds tops before the panic and instincts kick in. he bursts into the house’s ground floor, tosses the care package to a bewildered robin, and halfway out the door yells that his rut just triggered and he needs to leave.

after a few very turbulent days, eddie’s planning a new strategy for How to Woo Steve Harrington when steve himself barges into eddie’s room and kisses him senseless. they talk about steve being an omega, their mutual attraction, and what that all means in the long run, which leads to flirting and ends with steve deepthroating eddie and eddie eating out steve’s pussy.

a year later, eddie tenderly kisses the mating bite on steve’s neck as they cradle their newborn child.

Steve’s omega status being hidden/suppressed by his parents for years is so genuinely awful… and such great angst. he believed them so completely that his entire identity is altered and he has to learn how to function as an omega, but Eddie will take care of him and treat him right!!! this is adorable😭💕

[ashtheketchum]

NSFW alphabet Patrick Hockstetter

A/N: I've done this alphabet with a few other characters before, but I've never published anything. Then why don't you start with the biggest psycho? XD

Warning: NSFW content, female Reader, book and movie Patrick in one, mention of killing animals

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A(ftercare = What is he like after sex?)

Patrick isn't actually that interested in you after sex. Maybe he asks briefly if you're still okay and then he doesn't care about you anymore. Sometimes he is so nice and carries you to the bathroom, but you have to wash yourself. Deep down, Patrick would like to help you, but the risk of getting a boner again is too high.

B(ody = his favorite body part)

Patrick loves your ass. He can't resist massaging it, pinching it or hitting it. All he has to do is stare at your ass and he'll get a boner and have to stop himself from fucking you to the wall.

C(um = Where does he cum?)

Patrick doesn't care where he cums. Whether in you, on your stomach, on your face, on your back, he doesn't care, you should just tell him. He's not into condoms at all, so unfortunately you have to be prepared to buy the pill. Otherwise, Patrick will never cum inside you (except in your mouth-) because he doesn't want you to get pregnant.

D(irty secret = One thing he does that you don't know about)

In class he sometimes jerks off on you. Especially in the summer when you're wearing short clothes, he can't keep himself together. In fact, no one has noticed it yet and it should stay that way. Since you sit in front of him and always help the teachers, he also has a complete field of vision of your body.

E(xperience = How much does he know about sex?)

Let's put it this way… you're not his first. Maybe the first one he treats a little gently, but when it comes to sex you are (with luck), the third one he's had. He had raped many women back then and therefore has a lot of experience about how he should and shouldn't move best. Sometimes he had to hold himself together not to destroy you completely, but he kept himself well within his limits.

F(av. position = What position does he like to fuck you in?)

Patrick goes through all the positions with you. Missionary, doggy style, riding and more. But most of the time he prefers the missionary position. This way he can see your whole body and do whatever he wants with it. Of course he prefers it if you ride him, but he prefers it if he takes the lead. But he likes to try things out, so be creative.

G(oofy = Does he have a sense of humor during sex?)

This point is critical. It depends on his mood, when he is in a good mood he sometimes teases you. "My little slut… takes my cock so well…" he says, for example. But when he's in a bad mood, he usually never says anything. He sometimes growls, growls or whines, but nothing more.

H(ickeys? = How does he feel about hickeys?)

No. Patrick likes to give you some, but he doesn't want any himself. The world should know who you belong to and not the other way around. Because you belong to him, not he to you. So you have to live with the fact that you sometimes walk around with a bruised neck.

I(ntimacy = Is he romantic?)

HAHAHA no.

J(erk off = Does he masturbate often?)

Ohhh yes. He masturbates very, very often, precisely because he can't touch you all the time. He masturbates at school, he masturbates at home. The only time he doesn't masturbate is when he's sleeping or fucking you. But otherwise he always masturbates when he can or wants to.

K(ink = What turns him on?)

Basically everything you do. Do you bend down to pick something up? He sees your ass and gets hard. You stub your toe and moan in pain? He loves suffering and becomes hard. Are you talking about your day? He wants to use your mouth for something else and gets hard.

L(ocation = Where do you like to do it most?)

If it were up to him, you would fuck everywhere. At school, in town, behind a church and more. But it's too uncomfortable for you, so you only do it in private places. Once you did it in the school toilets because Patrick got a hard on that no one could miss.

M(otivation = What really gets him in the mood?)

Fire and knife games. He loves to hurt you, even if it's just a minor injury. Your loud whimpers turn him on, making him want more and more. Most often he cuts your collarbone, your hip or between your breasts. But he never cuts so deeply that it cannot heal. But sometimes a scar remains.

N(o = What would he never do?)

Start a real relationship with you. He only sees you as a sex toy and sometimes treats you sweetly so that you stay with him longer. Don't expect to be able to change him.

O(ral = Is he a giver or a taker?)

He prefers to receive. The feeling of your lips around his shaft drives him even crazier than he actually is. And your looks, he could never get enough. Especially your strangled moans as he fucks your throat. It's never the other way around, in fact Patrick had never even thought about licking or fingering you in any way.

P(eace = Is he slow or fast?)

Hard and fast. But the closer you get to your orgasm, the more he slows down to tease you. Most of the time he tortures himself, but seeing you suffer is worth the cost to him. As he gets angrier, he gets tougher, but then his knife and fire games hurt more.

Q(uickie = Does he like quickies? Something done or had quickly)

He was never a fan of it. It feels wrong for him to just fuck you quickly and then act like nothing happened. Especially because it takes several rounds.

R(isk = Would he do it in places where he would easily be caught?)

Yes. Patrick doesn't even see fucking you in public as a risk, he sees it as a given. If it gets too much for you, he usually ignores it. But since you mostly only do it in the forest or at home, it suits him.

S(tamina = How many rounds can he last?)

If he's in a good mood, three rounds are easily possible. Maybe more. However, when he's angry, all he really wants to do is hurt you and sometimes you don't even get to your first orgasm. But he does :'D

T(oys = Does he use toys on you?)

The only toys he uses are his lighter and a small knife. He doesn't want anything more, he doesn't need anything more. You never find toys that interesting, and neither of you want to buy them and hide them.

U(nfair = Does he sometimes tease you?)

Not sure if you could call that teasing. But, as mentioned before, it becomes slower and gentler as you get closer to your orgasm. But when you beg and whimper sweetly, he speeds up again and gives you your well-deserved orgasm. But only sometimes.

V(olume = Is he loud or quiet?)

Most of the time he just growls quietly in your ear. He wants to keep his voice quiet and deep so that he can hear you better. But when he cums, he lets out a small whimper, then he just breathes loudly and quickly. He is also quiet when talking dirty.

W(ich position = Top or Bottom?)

Patrick is definitely a top. He wouldn't even think about giving you dominance, even if you give him a blowjob or ride him. He always has control over you.

X(-x rey = How is his cock?)

Patrick is a little longer than average, but he is a little thicker at the base. Slight veins can be seen under his tip and he has a pink tip.

Y(earning = How high is his sex drive?)

Very Very Very Very Very Very Very Very high.

Z(zzz = Does he sleep after sex?)

Patrick never falls asleep after you have sex. Most of the time he watches you sleep or he goes to kill some animal. When he really needs to sleep, he sleeps very lightly.

[barcalover86]

I'm not allowed to love you

Part 1 here

Summary: You are too young for Gavi, but he can't help but fall in love.

"It's just weird to be taken care of.. my fan, you know?

"You nodded your head, understanding him completely.

"Then I'll pretend I'm not your fan." you say it seriously and he smiles lovely.

"Thank you."

Then he leaves the room with his crutches, leaving you alone.

This is going to be hard.

It's been 2 hours since you were standing in the living room alone. You thought plenty of times to go upstairs to Gavi, but first you didn't know where exactly he was, and second, you were really shy.

All of this caught you by surprise and it was hard to take.

But as well you couldn't stay there all night long, doing nothing. You didn't even know where you were placed to sleep.

So, just when you found the courage, you walked upstairs, looking for the boy. After all, you were his maid.

You knocked on some doors until one finally opened, revealing Gavi.

"Oh, I'm sorry for bothering you, but can you help me with some things, please?"

He looked at you and nodded before walking you to a different room.

"This is going to be your room, you can leave everything here. Feel free to feel like home." he smiles.

"Thank you so much. And um.. what do you want to eat?"

He thinks for some seconds before answering you.

"Do you know how to cook pasta?"

"Yes, yes, no problem."

He smiles.

"Tell me when you're ready then so that i can help you. It's a different recipe since I have to look out for a diet."

Then he closes the door before you could reply.

He seemed really nice.

Maybe it wasn't going to be that hard.

After some minutes, you went downstairs, letting Gavi know that you are ready.

He was being really nice to you the whole time, and it felt like the love you got for him was growing every minute. But you couldn't allow it. You really needed this job and he surely didn't want you.

You glanced at him for some seconds, admiring his features while he was putting the pasta to boil.

After you were done, you cleaned the mess you two made, and when you returned to the table, you were surprised to see him waiting for you.

He saw your face and decided to answer your question.

"Don't expect me to be rude. I still have manners, whether I like you or not."

You nodded, embarrassed, sitting down right in front of him.

For some reason, you couldn't eat. You were too shy to do it in front of him, so the whole time you were only playing with your food, looking down.

He was looking at you, not understanding what the problem was, but he let you be, leaving you alone.

After you were sure he was in his room, you started to eat, starving.

There're going to be some hard months for you.

Waking up every day at 3:30 to make Gavi breakfast, then hurring to not miss the train, because after all, you still had school.

Then hurring again to not miss the other train after school.

All that just to be back to Gavi's home at 19, ready to make dinner for the boy.

You didn't have much time to eat because you still had to clean the house and learn your mind out for school.

And after some weeks, you felt so, but so tired.

You couldn't even rest on weekends, because you had to take care of Gavi.

You two weren't talking much, just the important things. What do you want to eat? You have to take your pills.

And all those stuffs.

You knew it wasn't going to be easy, but you really needed the money.

Now it was another day when your train was late so you decided to buy some food for you and Gavi. You already told him that you'll be late and he announced you that Pedri will stop by at his house.

You didn't have a problem with it because it wasn't your home, but that meant that you had to give your food to Pedri because you only had two portions.

Somehow, you arrived earlier than expected, and just when you entered the house, you heard your name.

"So how is living with y/n?" Pedri asked.

"It's not like I see her much."

"Poor girl, for what you told me, she is working so much. I bet she's tired. Waking up at 3 to go to school just so that she could arrive back at 19 to do house stuff and to learn for school. I don't understand why someone would want to do that."

Gavi chuckles.

"Well i think she'll do anything to see me."

"What do you mean?"

"She is my fan, Pedri. She is doing all these things just so that she can see me. Sad that she thinks she might have a chance. I could never look at someone this young."

"How old is she?"

"She just turned 17. She's 3 years younger than me."

"It's not that big of a different, Gavi. And she looks really beautiful."

"I would never date my fan. Especially her."

And that hurt you.

"She is literally someone so obsessed with me. Now, who would actually do all those things just so that they could see me 10 minutes??"

You couldn't bare it anymore, so you walked in the room with tears in your eyes.

"You are so full of yourself, Pablo Gavi."

The boys turn to look at you with a panic face.

"Do you really think that I would sacrifice my time just to see you? Yes, a tone of girls would want to fuck you because they are so, but so obsessed with you, but just know that maybe some people just have to work hard so that they could accomplish their dream. And when I say dream, I don't mean the 'I want to fuck Gavi dream' , but 'I need to work hard because I need money to pay for my college', you idiot! Not everyone is a hoe or a psychopath! Yes, I am a fan of you because you I really appreciate what you're doing. You are the type of person that never gives up for what they wish and I thought that you might understand me as well. I DON'T want to do all this, even if it means to see you, because after all my health is in danger. I barely sleep, I work a lot JUST so that I could pay for may college bills because not everyone here is RICH!"

Gavi looks down, shame all over his face.

But you don't say anything else, you walk to your room to get your things. You are leaving for good.

Your eyes were red from crying.

"Pedri, you can have my food. It's on the kitchen table." you say it with a soft and sweet voice.

"Where are you going?" you heard Gavi's panic voice.

"Home."

"No, y/n, please.." he stands up, hurting his knee bad.

"Sit down!" Pedri tells him.

"No, no, y/n please let's just talk-"

"We have nothing to talk about. I quit. You can always find another may. Maybe now someone who is older and prettier and-"

"STOP IT!" he shouted standing once again, walking towards you.

"Gavi, you are hurting your fucking knee!!" Pedri yells at him, but the boy doesn't care.

When he was about to reach you, he starts to cry. You look at him shocked.

Pedri comes right behind him and hugs him.

Gavi grabs your hand, afraid that you might dissappear.

"Does it hurt?" you asked.

He doesn't reply. Pedri looks at you and whispered. " Don't go."

"I have to.."

He shakes his head. "Please, don't."

You turn around, getting your hand off Gavi.

Pedri comes to you.

"He loves you.."

"What?"

"Trust me.. he really does. Just look at him-"

You then turn to see Gavi looking at you with tears in his eyes.

He almost seemed like he was in love with you. Almost.

"He cannot, Pedri. I heard what he said about me-"

"He lied. He lied, y/n."

"And why would he lie?"

"Because his mother told him to not even dare to fall in love with you, because you need to concentrate on your studies."

"I don't believe you."

Pedri looks at you sad.

"I'm sorry then. But that's the truth."

Looking for the last time at Gavi, you turn around and leave the house.

Pedri then looks at his friend who wa starting to tear up.

"It's all my fault.. "

You arrived at the train station, having to wait 3 hours for the next ride.

Your eyes were still full of tears when you heard someone calling your name.

Pedri.

You roll your eyes, but somehow happy to see him.

"What do you want?"

"Just hear this."

He opened his phone, putting it next to your ear.

"What did she say?"

"She's leaving.. I'm sorry, I really tried to-"

"No, Pedri, no! She won't ever forgive me. I hurt her and it's all my fault, all my fault. I should've said nothing. Pedri, please help me. I cannot lose her, Pedri please." he sobs desperately. " I love her!"

"You for real recorded him?"

"He tried to come here, but his knee hurts him like hell now. So I came for him because I'm his friend and I know that he is suffering and I know that you are suffering as well-"

"Pedri, I must leave. I can't live like that anymore. It's just too hard to bare. I'm going home-"

"But he needs you-"

"I need myself more! I can't risk my health again. I sacrificed a lot for money. Time, days without eating, sleepless nights. But right now, all of this is more important. I'm sorry, but I won't go back."

He looks down.

"I'm sorry. It's so selfish of me to ask you to stay." He looks into your eyes with a sad smile. "Thank you for everything you've done for him."

Then he leaves just like you left Gavi.

You opened your phone just to see a message from him.

So that you won't have to worry about work anymore. Thank you for everything.

You look into your bank account to see a big amount of money from him.

Gavi was waiting for Pedri to come back and when he saw his face, he knew that he didn't make it. He looks down, trying not to cry.

Pedri went to hug him. (GIF) It was hard to see his friend suffer this much. First, because of his knee and second because of love.

Pedri was also surprised to hear Gavi's confess. After all, he also spent some few weeks with you and falling in love wasn't happening that easy.

But maybe this was faith. Or just a lesson.

And that scared him the most.

Gavi didn't want you to be just a lesson.

Ah, will you choose to stay with Gavi (love) or will you decide to go back home back to your studies (school)?

Write in the comments if you want part 3 and if you choose love or school!

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Perhaps you could write something? It’s my birthday and everyone seems to have forgotten. Maybe you could write Billy finding out it’s the readers birthday coming up and she’s crying because she doesn’t have family or friends and she’s alone, so be make sure she has a great day. (Fluff or smut, idk)

Yes! Happy belated birthday!!! I really wanted to get this ask out before everything else I’m working on because I know this feeling and it totally sucks. Billy would absolutely kiss it all better. Hope you all enjoy! (And happy birthday again anon! Thank you so much for the ask!)

Billy x you

You’d made it to nearly 7pm before the first tear finally slipped down your cheek, leaving a cold, wet trail in its wake.

Fuck it. You were proud of yourself for making it this long. You didn’t even bother to wipe it away. Another birthday, come and almost gone, without even a text. Yeah you had a few friends but it wasn’t worth it to truly open up to anyone anymore. Not really. But the older you got the harder it was to spend another birthday alone.

You were just about to go for the cheap liquor in the cabinet so you could take a sleeping pill and just drink until you passed out when there was a knock at your door. You almost thought of just ignoring it but what the fuck. You didn’t even care at this point if you were murdered by some psycho.

You opened the door and nearly dropped the bottle of vodka from the surprise. It was definitely a crazy person but not one that was going to kill you. At least not on purpose.

“Billy…” you managed to stammer out. “Uh…what…”

You’d been helping him out for awhile now when he needed information, you’d let him buy you a few drinks in payment now and again and you’d had the hottest fucking make out session at his office late one night a few weeks ago - until you’d been interrupted and decided it was probably for the best. He’d never come by your place before though and you knew it was ridiculous to be surprised he knew where you lived.

“Can a poor bloke come in, or ya gonna make me get on my knees and beg, doll?” he grinned.

Your stomach flip flopped wildly but you stepped aside, still at a loss for words, and - you couldn’t help it - quite intrigued.

“What are you…?”

“Came by to take ya out. Ya want to change? Nothin’ fancy or anythin’, just a dive I like down the street.”

“Take me out?” God you sounded so stupid but it’d been an awful day and you just couldn’t process anything and all of a sudden he looked so fucking good standing in your living room, and even though it was for the best you could not help thinking about all the dirty thoughts you’d had about him since that night. All of them included him naked and ravaging you, making you come until you couldn’t move anymore.

He grinned then, his dimple showing, and you wondered if he could tell what you were thinking. “Happy Birthday, doll. I meant to be here sooner but I got stuck with work.”

“How do you know when my birthday is?” you asked, shocked and looking up at him with wide eyes.

“Ya said somethin’ about no one callin’ you last year and I didn’t know if ya had anyone else this year either. Ya shouldn’t have to be alone if ya don’t want. And I’ve wanted to take ya out anyway.”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes again, this was almost impossible to believe, but you took a breath and pushed them down. “Yeah,” you smiled up at him. “I’ll change, it’ll just be a minute.”

~*~*~

You threw on your favorite pair of jeans, some boots and a nice tank top and Billy took your hand as he led you down the street. It was a dark, weathered looking bar but you didn’t mind. He sat you down in a booth in the back corner and went to the bar to order. “They have the best chips…er, fries,” he amended as he sat down across from you. “Loaded, you’ll love ‘em.”

One of the waiters brought the plate of loaded fries over along with two drinks. Billy ordered your favorite and you felt all your depression over this stupid day start to melt away.

“Thank you,” you murmured taking a drink and humming. It was good.

“Aw it’s nothin’,” he waved his hand in the air. But you could tell he knew how much this meant to you.

The fries were even better. You’d barely eaten all day and they were amazing. When you moaned out lout at how good they were, licking your fingers, he gave you a cheeky, knowing grin, clearly pleased with himself. You knew exactly what he was thinking and it felt really fucking good. God, you needed this.

The two of you shared the fries and just talked about everything. You made a joke about some ridiculous C-level supe and he laughed out loud, a deep rich, sound with a real smile. The whole thing nearly made you climb on his lap right there in front of everyone. You remembered exactly how he had felt when he’d kissed you weeks ago, his hands gripping your hips, pulling you against his swelling cock, his tongue plundering your mouth while his beard rubbed against your sensitive skin. Fuck you wanted him so badly.

The bar wasn’t too crowded but there was a group of girls at a table in the middle, laughing and having a good time. At one point some old rock song came on the jukebox and they got up, dancing around. You couldn’t help smiling, watching them. You hadn’t done anything like that in forever. Maybe sometimes it was worth it to get out, just let go and have fun.

Billy was watching you while you watched them and you caught his gaze as you turned back. There was a glint in his dark hazel eyes and it made your stomach flutter hotly. It was the first time you let yourself believe maybe there was more to this than him just being nice because he felt he had to.

At some point you got up to go to the restroom and when you returned, Billy had fresh drinks. He scooted against the wall as he watched you walk toward him. His gaze slid over you, head to toe then he was nodding for you to sit beside him instead of on the other side of the table.

You eagerly slide into the booth, pressing against his side as he lifted his arm for you to cuddle up close.

“You’re too good for me, love. But I’m starting to think I don’t give a fuck.”

You hummed happily and took a long drink of your alcohol. It was just enough to lighten your mood and make you just a bit tipsy, not too much.

His warm fingers brushed over your arm, his thumb rubbing your shoulder and you let you own hand fall to thigh under the table. It was firm and hot and you must have made some kind of stupid sound because the next you knew Billy gave a low chuckle.

“Thank you for doing this for me,” you murmured softly. You truly had not felt this good in a very long time “I never - Just thanks. I owe you one.”

You felt Billy lean over to kiss the top of your head. “Ya don’t owe me nothin’, love, though if you have somethin’ in mind, I certainly won’t argue…” His voice had dipped a little low and a shiver went through you at the implication.

One more big gulp and you were finished with your drink. “Walk me home?” you asked, turning to look up at him.

The look on his face said it all.

This time he had his arm around your waist, pulling you close to his body as he walked you back.

When you paused to unlock the front door of the building, he rubbed his hand back and forth over your hip and you fumbled the key twice before you got it in.

By the time you got to your own door you were almost shaking, you were aching for him so badly. And fuck, he seemed to know exactly what was happening because he spun you around before you could even try and get the key in again.

His eyes were dark and full of heated desire and you moaned out loud as he wound his strong arms around you and pulled you against him.

“Do ya want me to stay?” His big hand was sliding down and groping your ass, pulling you up and into him before he’d even finished the question.

“Fuck yes, Billy…” You were so hot and slick for him already you wouldn’t care if he took you right here in the hallway and you’d already decided this was absolutely the best birthday you’d ever had.

~*~*~

I didn’t want it to get crazy long but if y’all want a part two of birthday night with Billy I would looooove to write it, I have a bunch of ideas, let me know!

If you have also put in requests or are waiting for the next part to glimmer please know I will ABSOLUTELY write your request as soon as I’m able. I LOVE all the requests I’ve gotten so much! For my long Billy fic, I am very close to being done with the next part! ❤️ (OH MY GOSH I JUST REMEMBERED WHAT THAT CRAZY UNEXPLAINED NOTE IN MY BILLY NOTES WAS FOR WOOOOOO)

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Companion piece to:

Attention - Terry hasn't been paying you enough attention.

Distance - Terry and you struggle with emotional distance as the embezzlement case continues.

Twenty Four Hours - You come home from your trip to spend 24 hours with your husband.

When Terry runs into Cassandra, he’s eating alone in his favourite restaurant, going over the questions the investigators were asking him during the latest round of depositions. He's trying to work out which way they’re leaning in regards to his complicity. He wants to call you, talk it out but it’s 1am in Madrid and he knows you’ll be sleeping.

He doesn’t register Cassandra sitting down across from him, not until she reaches out and touches his hand. His eyes raise up to meet hers and he’s taken back to twenty years ago, when he first met her at an Narcotics Anonymous meeting in Beverly Hills. She’d been in recovery for popping pills for almost two years at that point and he’d just got his one year sobriety chip.

She was the first woman he fucked sober.

Their relationship had started with coffee. He connected with her because she understood his struggle. He found her easy to talk to, non-judgemental. It’s the same now as he tells her about the stress he’s under, the depositions and the physical distance between the two of you.

“I miss her.” He says as he sips from a glass of top shelf whiskey. “It’s starting to feel unbearable.”

“I know what it’s like to be lonely.” She responds squeezing his hand. “It can feel like a chasm deep down in your heart.”

That’s exactly what it feels like, it’s as if he’s staring into the abyss and there’s just this darkness eating him up inside.

He’s drunk by the time the restaurant closes. He doesn’t know where the hours have gone. He’s enjoyed having company this evening, setting the world to rights, laughing again. He does the gentlemanly thing and helps Cassandra into her jacket and she smiles before she tucks herself under his arm, a little wobbly on her heels. He’s not fond of the proximity, it feels disloyal to the woman whose sleeping alone almost six thousand miles away, on a trip the two of them should have been taking together.

He shifts away as Cassandra’s car pulls up, tucking his hands into his trousers so she doesn’t try to initiate any more physical contact.

“I’ve missed you Terry.” She says brushing up against him. Her fingertips trail along the lapels of his jacket, her head tilted up so her lips are perilous close. “Come home with me tonight. Your pretty little wife would never have to know.”

“I’d know.” He says, his voice brittle. “And the last thing I’d ever do is betray my wife.”

She withdraws then, hurt clouding her features and Terry can’t bring himself to care because he’s staring into the abyss again, wondering how he’s going to survive the next couple of months without you.

It’s the next day that he storms into the conference room where the depositions are being held. He’s done playing nice, trying to be cordial. The past few months of his life have been on hold because of the crime that’s been committed against him and he’s sick of being treated like the villain, when it was him who raised the flag in the first place.

“Charge me or let me go.” He tells them. “I have a plane to catch.”

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Medication Mishaps

Landoscar x Reader

Genre: Fluff and Crack

Summary: When a mix-up in meds leaves her without any, Lando and Oscar are there to her navigate without them.

Warnings:

Notes: for @norizznorris. Sorry I don't do male readers! Regardless, I hope this is what you wanted! :)

Side Note: This one made me laugh the entire time while writing it. My fiancé is unmedicated and very high on the ADHD spectrum. Every day is an adventure!

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Ah, the joys of being neurodivergent. When somehow the world is to much and simultaneously to little. When the nagging impulsive thoughts and continues need for caffeine aren't enough, then the interests that lay dormant for years come back swinging; upset they've been neglected for so long.

Medication helps. Which - of course it does - it's engineered brain chemicals in the form of a chalky pill designed to help someone function in a world where only one kind of brain is excepted. It's better than it was, the world has come further in recent years.

yet here she is, taking her last pill from the bottle. A little piece in her cries knowing she'll have to go pick up her new meds today. The pharmacy feels like to much and she'd rather lay in bed and give into the executive dysfunction. Then she remembers she's flying with Lando and Oscar to their race tomorrow.

With that thought in mind, she groans and hauls herself out of bed. The boys are doing factory work today and won't be back until later. Plenty of time to come home and waste away the hours in bed and pray her energy comes back.

~~~~~

She lied to herself earlier. Any optimism for the day has just disappeared.

"What do you mean you don't have my meds?"

"There was a mix-up with the orders, but we'll have them in a few days." The pharmacist gives her a sheepish smile.

She just sighs and turns on the balls of her feet. How she's going to tell her boys, she has no idea yet. The insecurity of them not wanting her around the paddock because of in burns in the back of her mind.

She still has today at least. Maybe she'll just ride it out and not tell them.

That plan fails miserably the second they walk into the flat. The sight of her visibly distressed on the couch alerts them that something is wrong.

The sit down on either side of her. The question trying to escape their mouths. She beats them to it. "There was a mix-up with my meds. I won't have them until after we get back."

"And we'll help you manage, yeah? You'd do the same for us."

"Lan... she has done the same for you, like, daily."

"Rude!"

~~~~~

Sometimes, she's convinced she lives on a different planet entirely. Like the brain and body she has are simply not meant to be here and there must have been a mistake with the storks.

Lando hands her a Redbull, courtesy of Max since he has to many. "I figured this might help?" Seeing as she nearly just threw hands with whoever was chewing unnecessarily loudly, caffeine might help.

She looks at Lando and Oscar, between the three of them, there are seven drinks. Only one of which is the Aussie's. "Oscar is being boring again."

the man in question huffs. "Water is good for you."

"But it's wretched to taste sometimes."

Lando nods at her in agreement. "See Oscar, boring."

"Nothing is ever boring with you two."

~~~~~

The beginning wasn't bad. Not like it is right now with her brain only wanting to do one specific things, she hasn't remember to eat since early this morning, and the tag on her shirt makes her want to pull her skin off.

Oscar looks at her curled up in his drivers room with a horrendous amount of care and sympathy. He slots in next to her and leans his head against the wall. "Hard day?"

"I need like - five pounds of dino nuggies and a nap."

"Anything I can do to help right now? We'll work on food when Lando is done."

She curls up in Oscar's lap like a cat. The lack of regulated sleep finally catching up to her. She's on the verge of sleep when Lando busts through the door yelling about something.

She throws a pillow at him in annoyance. "You owe me food."

Lando pauses. "That sounds brilliant."

Oscar shakes his head in defeat later that night as Lando gradually sneaks food off her plate and pretends they can't see him. If he's not caught then it didn't happen and Jon can't get mad at him.

~~~~~

She hasn't stopped talking with Lando for the last two hours. What exactly they've been going on about, she has no idea at this point. Their original conversation led to rabbit trails and other distractions that got in the way. The original story now long forgotten as they discuss the possibilities for new shoes.

Her phone dings, an automated message alerting her to her refilled meds. She shows Lando in excitement. The joys of functioning like a human again are nearly in her grasp.

Lando and Oscar both look at her in amusement. The latter has been using their conversation as an excuse to read. He sets his book down, a look she hasn't seen before crossing his features.

"Have you ever thought what it would be like if you didn't have to take meds?"

Lando shoots him a nasty glare. "Oi, she can't help-"

"Not what I meant." The Aussie crashes onto the bed with them, book now tucked away. "I just mean that having a different kind of brain shouldn't be such a difficult thing for the world to cope with. But the second someone is different-" He looks at Lando. "-Like they struggle with reading or processing information." Then he turns to her. "Or they struggle to with focusing and sensory things. They are ready to create some kind of fix to make those brains work like theirs." The genuine concern and sadness from him is almost heartbreaking.

"In a perfect world, yes. For now though, I think me and Lando can both settle for having someone who cares as much as you do."

"Just wish I could do more."

Lando hums and, quite literally, rolls over onto Oscar. "Just like our best is enough, so is yours."

"However, if the world could provide me with free drinks, I wouldn't be complaining."

Oscar chuckles and drags her closer despite Lando's weight on him. "I'll make a note of it for when I become ruler of the world."

"You never said you were planning that!"

"It's been my secret plan this whole time."

"... It's always the quiet ones."

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hi! I was wondering if I could request something angst/fluff where the reader defends Mike to his aunt Jane and the custody case worker about how he gives his all to take care of Abby by himself? I wish someone could have advocated for him during the scene where they discuss the case and his aunt talks down on him a lot :’( thanks so much for sharing your writing!

A/N: Hi Anon, thank you for the ask and being patient! My inbox was a little crazy…It wasn’t specified what relationship they have, so it’s neutral, and can be read platonically or romantically. I hope you like it :) 

When Mike had asked you to accompany him to a meeting with Abby’s safeguarding officer and their she-devil of a relative - Aunt Jane - you’d said dropped your things without hesitation. You knew it was going to be rough, as the woman had been on him practically since the day their mother had been buried, but you never expected to be blindsided. Still, from the moment you’d walked into the room and seen the catatonic man with a briefcase clutched to his chest, you knew it wasn’t going to be good.

“Just look at my nephew — It's not even 10:00 and he can barely keep his eyes open!” 

That’s because he can’t sleep properly. He’s literally on prescription pills, but you wouldn’t know that, would you?

“And this degenerate is who they trust with the wellbeing of a mentally ill child?”

Degenerate was such a strong, vile word. You’d visibly flinched at it, both in disgust and agitation. Mike hadn’t seemed to react, but you knew that deep down he was internalising each and every word that was leaving the woman’s mouth. 

Abby is not mentally ill, she’s just introverted. All kids are different. 

“You’re the doctor, and you're making me feel like I'm the crazy one - and after what he did to that poor man…”

Oh, of course it was time to break out the tears. Luckily no one - bar herself - was buying it, instead producing a deep collective sigh shared between yourself, Mike and Valerie. Even though the display was all fabricated, you knew that there was a darker side to her behaviour. She’d probably grown up entitled; being able to cry her way out of things so she could mould her victim and bend those in her path to her will. You were livid, and you were sure Mike was too.

“I have tried to play nice - but I have to think about Abby now…Enough is enough - Doug —” 

The click of the briefcase and a rustling of papers brought the final blow. She wanted custody, and there was a high chance that - should the case go to court - she would get it. From the corner of your eye, you cast a glance over at Mike, watching as he let out a sigh and straightened his back as he came to terms with what was in front of him. His hands trembled slightly, and he bit his lip, mind likely racing to find the appropriate words. With a cocked brow he looked up at you, and you ran your tongue over your lips before pursing them. 

You didn’t want to hold back anymore.

“Pardon my language, but this is bullshit,” you spoke, and Jane seemed amused by your sudden aggression. Valerie looked at you with wide eyes, but subtly nodded her head for you to go on. “Mike is a good carer, and he has been for the past few years,”

“Have you not listened to anything at all?” the blonde woman scoffed. “Abby is sick. She’s not progressing like her peers,”

“Obviously, sickness runs in the family,” you said pointedly. “We’ll all be damned if Abby has a fraction of whatever you’ve got going on up there,”

“Are you implying that I’m some sort of sociopath? It’ll say a lot when a judge grants her to me instead of him,”

“Can you stop using Abby as some kind of bargaining chip?” you said, rolling your eyes. “She’s a human. A growing girl who’s lost her family at such a young age, and Mike is the only real person she has left! Yes, he’s made mistakes, but what parent hasn’t?”

Mike’s heart swelled slightly at the flippant use of such a strong word. He was always the ‘older brother’, forgetting that he was basically two things.

“Mike was barely an adult when your sister died, but he’s done a hell of a job becoming one. He’s never missed a doctor's appointment, spends half of whatever shit salary he earns on keeping clothes on her back, and he’s even sitting here silently, not acting out because Abby means just that much to him– ” you spat, feeling your heart race as it pumped blood furiously around your body. Pausing, you loosened your jaw and dropped your shoulders. Your voice had certainly escalated, and the last thing you needed was to be detained.

Mike’s brown eyes were wide, and there was a small smile that lay hidden under his flushed face. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know that he’d really fucking needed that.

“--- Take it from someone with experience…You don’t separate those two. They’re a package deal.” you said softly, glancing over at him again, reminiscing on the moment you’d met them. Being close to the pair, you’d seen it all; the good, the bad and the frequently ugly, but you’d never once doubted Abby’s love for her brother. It was evident that your speech, in the grand scheme of things, didn’t mean much, but you knew you were going to fight like hell beside Mike to make it a small part of a larger story.

They were going to get their happy ending.

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If i may make a suggestion, human AU sickfic, maybe?

A/N: poor hoomans

THE FLU

A HUMAN AU SHOWTIME ONESHOT

WARNING: none

~~~

Pomni coughed into her millionth tissue. She'd been diagnosed with influenza, and nearly bedridden all week. Her throat burned with fury of a California wildfire while she could barely breathe through her runny nose. She ran a fever off and on, causing body wide aches and fatigue. She barely ate anything out of lack of appetite, not helping her energy levels.

Thankfully, she had a TV in her room and her phone so she had all the entertainment in the world at her fingertips. She binged show after show while she struggled to sleep.

Caine insisted she have the master bedroom to herself while sick. He wasn't worried about exposure, but her coughing was keeping him up at night with worry so he slept on the couch in the living room so he could get sleep and go to work. He texted her often about how she was doing, did she need anything while he was out, telling her when he would be home, etc.

Bubble could sense that his human was not okay and would spend the entire day chilling with her in bed. It's the calmest he's ever been. When he wasn't chewing on his toy, he was cuddling with Pomni and getting so many pets. It was the best.

Pomni laid against her high wedge pillow, watching her shows when Caine came in. He was still in his work suit, carrying some tea and a large shopping bag. "Hello, my dear. Did you get much rest today?"

"Meh...kind of." Pomni grumbled, her voice was rough from all the coughing. "Bubble and I have been binging Bridgerton. Have you seen it? It's pretty good."

"Heard of it, but haven't seen it myself." Caine set the hot cup of tea on the nightstand next to Pomni, shuffling a few pill bottles and cough drops out of the way. "Made you some chamomile tea. I added that vitamin C powder we got from the pharmacy, help your immune system a bit."

"Thank you." Pomni smiled through the fatigue. "What's in the bag?"

"I bought you a few things." He pulled out a big box of tissues. "You've been going through these by the box, so I got the biggest one they sold."

Pomni almost laughed. "Only one?"

"Nope. There are sixteen more in the hallway closet."

"I stand corrected."

"I also got," Caine pulled out another big box. "This jumbo pack of snack cakes. Apple cinnamon, your favorite."

"Aw, Caine, thank-"

"BUT WAIT! There's more! I got this really nice smelling massage oil. I can rub out those sore spots for you, if you'll let me." He winked.

Pomni laughed, coughing a little. "Only if you promise to just give me a back rub. I don't have the energy for hanky panky."

"Promise, love. Oh!" He set the bottle of oil in Pomni's lap with the snack box. "I also found this mini gator plush! Look at 'im!" He put a hand sized sitting gator plush in Pomni's lap.

She cooed over the little gator. "Oh my god, he's so cute!"

"Smell him! He's scented! Pineapple and Lime, I believe." Caine double checked the tag.

"Caine... I don't have a sense of smell right now."

"Oh yeah, well you can smell them later, because I have something else for you!"

"How many things do you have in that magician's bag of yours??" She was smiling more than she had all week. He was being silly for her sake and she loved him for it.

"Just one more thing." Caine searched the bag but I was empty. "Huh...that's strange. Where did I put it?" He felt his various suit pockets.

"What did you lose?"

"Oh wait, silly me. It wouldn't fit in the bag."

Pomni's eyes widened. "Caine...what did you buy?"

"It doesn't have a price tag." He gave Pomni a cheeky smile and kissed her forehead. "It's all my love for you."

"You're such a dork. I love you." She hugged him.

"I love you more. More and more each day." He kissed the top of her head. "I'm gonna need you to get better soon. I miss kissing those lips of yours."

"I'm working on it. Flu season is rough this year. Wanna watch Bridgerton with me?"

"Absolutely." Caine started changing into more casual clothes.

Pomni caught Bubble trying to sneak a bite at her new Gummy Gator plush. She snatched it away. "No! Destroy your own toys. This one's mine."

Bubble whined and begged for the plush, despite the fact that his own toy was literally right next to him. Pomni distracted him with belly rubs and he forgot all about the new plush.

After Caine was changed and grabbed his own drink, he joined Pomni on the bed and settled to watch TV. He held her close with an arm over her shoulders. She leaned on him but had to blow her nose often to not drip nose goo on him.

Despite Pomni being sick, being with her and relaxing after a long day was the best thing in the world to Caine.

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The Meet-Cute, Chapter 5 - Sanji

Source for the pic

Word Count: 3667

Warnings: Fem!Reader, Minor swearing. This is is going to be a series featuring Ace, Sanji, Law, Zoro and Kid.

Special Warning: English is not my first language!

Summary: You had your life in Grand Line City all figured out. A wonderful job, a fiancé and a shared apartment. Until you found out he was cheating. Your father, Shanks, had a horse riding accident and you decided that this was just the right time to return home. You were expecting a peaceful, uneventful life back in the Calm Belt, but, fate had other plans.

|Chapter 4 - Law|

Sanji:

Your father avoided the subject of surgery for the rest of the day, and you decided to give him some time before approaching it again. You had shared your thoughts with him at the clinic, and you were certain he was reflecting on your words. If he was still too stubborn by the end of the week, you were prepared to use your ‘daddy’s girl’ privileges and maybe even shed some tears to guilt him into agreeing to the surgery.

In the meantime, both of you arrived home almost at dinner time and despite being totally exhausted, you told your father to eat the pasta you had cooked for lunch - and stored in the fridge - and for him to go straight to bed afterwards - he was still groggy from the pills - while you would feed the farm animals before closing up. 

You had helped him yesterday with those chores, so you know where everything is and, even though he offers to call Ace to help you, you refuse. First because you want to show your father - and yourself - that you are capable of doing this on your own, and second because you are still mortified about his vibrator comment from before. 

By the time you finish and finally close everything up, you are ready to drop into bed and sleep as if you’re in a coma. Except you can’t do that. Because you can almost hear Dr. Law’s voice in your ear telling you to eat something.

So you do. After blushing hard and slapping your face two times with both hands because imagining Dr. Law's voice in your ear purring ‘good girl’ managed, yet again, to do some unholy things to your body. 

After you calm down, you heat up a plate of pasta and force it down with a full glass of water. 

As your head hits the pillow, you realise you should’ve showered because you kind of smell, but you can’t find any strength to get up, so you don't. Even if you smell like horse. 

You'll just change the sheets tomorrow. 

-*- 

The unforgiving crow of the rooster comes, without fail, at six in the morning and you groan into your pillow. Maybe you should buy some earplugs to help you in the mornings. 

Yet you hear your father rustling and grunting while his bed creaks and you're up in a moment's notice, eyes wide and already rushing towards the door. 

“Dad?” You call from your room, not wanting to barge in on his privacy. Who knows how he sleeps? Your ex liked to sleep naked and there were plenty of times the two of you took advantage of that fact. Shaking your head to rid yourself of those painful and angry memories, you call again. “Dad, are you alright? If you don't answer me, I will barge into your room!”

His bed creaks again as he makes another low grunt. “I'm up, bug. I'm alright. As soon as I take my pills, I'll be ready to face the day!”

You sigh in relief. “OK, daddy. I'm going to take a quick bath and then I'll make you breakfast, okay?”

“Yeah you better bathe.” His head peeks from the door of his room and he wrinkles his nose. “I can smell you from here.” He chuckles at the look of murder you give him and, as you can see he is well, you chuckle back, and go back inside the room to collect your essentials. 

After you’ve bathed, you go down to find your dad already busy making breakfast. You give him a good scolding but it’s all in good spirits because the pancakes smell delicious and you are actually hungry today.

Shanks remains by your side until you clean the plate and he nods in satisfaction as you wash the dishes. You know he wants to make sure you eat, just in case you faint again! 

“Do you need my help with the chores?”

“No, bug. Ace is coming over to help me today. You mentioned you were going to meet with your friends so I asked if he could come by.” You swallow a lump in your throat as you feel your cheeks heat up. Are you ready to face Ace again after that whole fiasco?

“So is it okay if I go to town now? I wanted to see if I could find a part-time job and start pitching in with expenses before I meet the girls.” 

Shanks cleans his hand with a cloth and raises his brow your way. “Why would you need to do that?”

“Because I want to help dad. Besides, maybe you should think about hiring a permanent helper for the property. To ease some of your load.”

He huffs angrily. “I don't need a helper! I can still work!”

You close the tap with more force than necessary and place your hands on your hips, facing him. “Really? The two times per week you are able to walk? Or the other times when you're at the clinic?”

Shanks grunts and turns his back on you, grabbing his straw hat. “We'll talk later! Be careful in town.”

Gritting your teeth you follow him with your eyes. “Don't think you can get off so easily! We will talk about the surgery!”

Your father slams the door as you curse. That man is unbelievably stubborn! 

-*-

After you finish cleaning up the kitchen, you go to your room and choose a pretty sundress to wear with your white sneakers. It's a very hot day outside and you don't want to feel stuffy in jeans. 

Your dad is using the pickup so you take the keys to the beaten-up 90’s red Ford Mustang that your father bought for you at a yard sale but you never got to use. It's a stick shift again! But now you hope you're more used to it, after the crash course you had yesterday. 

Shanks uses the car once in a while so it's in good condition, has gas and it's clean. It's good to go! After you adjust the seat and settings, of course. 

You pass by your dad and Ace on the way out of the property and you stop to remind Shanks where you're going. Also because Ace is shirtless and sweaty again and you don't mind the mental picture to help you sleep better. 

“I'm leaving daddy! I'll be back after lunch. Call if you need anything, will you?”

“I will, baby, if you give me your number.” Ace lets out a cheeky laugh before Shanks swats his head with his open palm. 

“Stop flirting with my daughter.” He growls and then smiles sweetly at you. “Okay, bug. Be careful! Oh, sometimes the car doesn't want to start. You need to give it a while, talk to it softly and then try again.”

You look at him with an unreadable expression and he continues to smile waiting for your confirmation so you just nod weirdly, not knowing what he meant by talking softly to it. It's a freaking car. 

“Okay, see you later dad! Ace.”

“Bye, princess! Don't buy batteries okay?”

You snort and show him the finger behind your dad's back. “It's electrical, dumbass.”

You leave the property with his sweet guffaws still ringing in your ears. 

-*-

You go by the post office first because you know they place job advertisements there but your search comes out fruitless. There are advertisements for working at the local supermarket or as a farmhand. None of them are part-time, which you need because you want to keep helping your father, and you’d rather not go for the supermarket job just yet. 

You don’t want to be that person, but you do have skills that you know will be wasted as a cashier. You keep that job in mind, though, if you don’t find anything else. 

You do some window shopping and stroll around town, remembering all the shenanigans you used to pull when you were younger and smiling and chit chatting with the people who recognized you.

When it’s almost lunchtime, you get in touch with the girls and they give you the location to meet them, since they both work nearby the café - which also serves lunches - and will go there as soon as it’s lunch time.

It’s a quaint little café on a corner where a video rental store used to be. It has some metal tables outside with big parasols to create shade and protection, beautiful tablecloths, and a vase with fresh flowers on them. 

You smile as you read the name of the café - The All Blue - and push the door open to access the cool inside. 

It’s just as quaint and beautiful inside and you keep smiling at the simplicity and the familiar, homely feeling it transmits. Some tables already have patrons but, before you can find a table, a blonde man, tall and lean - but still muscular, you can tell - saunters to you with a big smile and a menu in his hand. 

“Good morning, madame, table for one?” You smile at him. He’s very handsome, maybe he’s the cook your friends want you to meet? Yet you can’t help but shake the feeling that he is familiar, somehow. 

“No, for three, actually. I’m meeting my friends. I’m not sure if they made a reservation. If so, it will be under Nami or Robin.”

His eye - just one because you can’t see the other one - lights up as his smile widens. “Sweet Nami and Robin? They didn't make a reservation, but I always keep a table for them at lunchtime. Follow me, please. Is it too bold to ask for your name? I’m their good friend as well, I’m Sanji.”

God, even the name is familiar… you stutter your name but your smile vanishes from your face. Once he shows you the table, you’re scrutinising his face intently, your heart beating faster and faster against your chest.

The signs are there. The name, the swirly eyebrow…

No, it can’t be. How can this happen? How could you find someone related to your fiancé, the man you wanted to escape from, in your hometown?

His smile vanishes once he realises the worried look upon your face. “Are you alright?” He says your name with worry and you shake your head rapidly.

“I’m sorry, you’re just… so familiar…”

He cocks his head to the side, the small grin returning to his features. “Really? Maybe we’ve met in another life and are destined to meet again?” Holding the chair for you to sit, he makes a flourish gesture that you realise is rehearsed and he must use it on every girl that crosses through that door. 

Being a fuckboy must be in the genes.

“Are you a Vinsmoke?” The question leaves your lips without your permission. You didn’t mean to be so blunt, but you also didn’t mean to be reminded of your ex when you stepped into this café. 

He freezes instantly, his mouth slightly agape and his eyes wide. 

“How do you… how… why do you ask?” He tries to smile again but only a pained grimace takes place on his mouth. 

“I used to work for Judge Vinsmoke at Germa 66 Enterprises, in Grand Line City.” You leave out the part that you were engaged to his eldest son.

Sanji pales and you see his knuckles turn white from gripping the back of the chair. “No. I’m not.”

You’re about to protest with a lot of follow-up questions, because he’s clearly lying, but you hear a shrill sound, and soon you are enveloped by two pairs of arms in a crushing hug.

“Girls!” You greet as your friends squish you between them and exclaim your name with glee.

“Oh, we’ve missed you so much! Talking over the phone is not the same thing!” Nami says as she releases you from the strong vice they both locked you in. “I see you’ve met Sanji!”

Sanji’s easy smile is plastered back on his lips, but you can still perceive some small stress lines on his forehead and eyes. 

“Yes, Nami, I’ve had the wonderful pleasure of meeting her just now.” He sets the menu on the table as his smile strains again. “I’ll send Cosette to get your order in a while.” He turns to you and his eyes scrunch. “Nice to meet you.”

As the three of you sit at the table, Nami looks at you quizzically. “What happened? Sanji is usually all smiles and he loves a pretty lady, so what did you do to him?”

Robin chuckles at Nami’s statement and you shrug. “He just seemed familiar. I asked him if he was related to someone I knew and he reacted this way.” You’re certain he’s hiding something, but you do not press the subject with the girls. Maybe he has some sort of secret he doesn’t want to share? It might not be your place to pry. “Anyway, tell me how life is treating you, girls?”

Robin crosses her arms and Nami does the same while looking at you. “First let’s talk about why you’re here. I’m all in for bad-mouthing that stupid prick that broke your heart!”

Your smile travels easily to your face, this time. They know what happened because, even though you haven’t physically met them in about five years, since they visited you, you talk every week and consider them, still, your best friends. 

So lunch passes quickly while you three catch up and make plans to meet again. You tell them about looking for a job and they promise to ask around and help. Sanji doesn’t go by your table anymore but you keep catching him stealing glances your way. Especially when the food arrives.

And the food is so delicious you’re practically moaning into your fork. Robin and Nami agree that Sanji cooks the best food they’ve ever tasted and that’s why they eat lunch there every day. When the meal comes to an end, Sanji finally approaches your table. The strained smile is no longer in place and he resembles the happy blonde man who greeted you at the door. 

“How was lunch, ladies?”

“Wonderful!” You exclaim as the girls sing him more praises. “It’s amazing food, Chef Sanji.” You smile back at him, trying to wordlessly apologise for having been inconvenient. 

“It’s on the house.” 

“No, no.” You start, but Nami gets up  with a wide smile.

“Thank you, Sanji!” Robin chuckles as she also gets up.

“Yes, thank you, Sanji! We have to get back to work.” She says your name and stares back at you. “Have fun, we’ll talk later.” And the raven-haired girl drags Nami away by the arm, sensing that you and Sanji could use a moment alone. 

You wave them goodbye and, looking around you realise the café is emptying since the lunch rush is over. 

“Sanji… can I borrow a moment of your time?” He nods and gathers the dessert plates from the table.

“Let me just clean the table. Do you want coffee?” The strained smile is back as he knows you’ll want to speak more about the Vinsmoke and Germa 66 business. As you nod and sit back down, he swiftly gathers the dirty dishes and leaves.

When he returns, he’s bringing two cups of coffee and sets them down as he sits across from you. 

“I’m sorry if I was too abrupt earlier.” You start. “It’s just… well I’m not on the best terms with the Vinsmokes at the moment and… well I was not expecting to find someone who reminded me so much of them in my hometown.” Your sigh turns into a weary chuckle. 

“It’s okay.” He looks down. “I actually lied and I’m sorry too.” You knew he was lying. “I’m a Vinsmoke, yes. A… distant relation.”

You nod softly, he must be telling the truth since you never saw him at family meetings. “I didn't tell you the whole truth, either…” You inhale deeply through your nose as a soft blush creeps onto your cheeks. Why is it so hard to admit you were cheated on?

Is it because it seems as if you’re not worth it? That there’s something wrong with you?

“I was engaged to the eldest son.” You whisper.

“Ichiji?” He sounds alarmed as his eyes bore into yours and you nod. Grunting he regains some of his composure. “Was? You’re not anymore?”

Shaking your head you take a sip of the coffee. How is it that he can make even black, plain coffee taste wonderful? “He cheated.”

“Figures.” He huffs and sips his own coffee. “I’m sorry.”

Your shoulders raise in a resigned shrug, and you smile softly. Silence settles for a moment around you as the last customer leaves and Sanji waves goodbye to the familiar face. “How is it that a wonderful chef like yourself ends up in this washed-up town in the middle of the Calm Belt? You could work at the hottest spots in Grand Line City!”

You smirk as you try to lighten up the conversation. Nami and Robin told you that Sanji had moved into town about four years ago and had quickly befriended everyone, since he was so lovable. You managed to pry out of them that he loved to flirt with girls and, since he was so handsome, you were sure that half of them ended up in his house, but neither of the girls shared that information with you. 

“Ah, you see,” he smirks back at you. “Here I was on my way to become the world’s greatest chef, already having lined up competitions with the biggest names in the industry, the path of fame awaited me!”

You chuckle softly at his dramatics as he stops and looks at you with dreamy eyes. “And then I got distracted by the most beautiful woman in the world who walked right into my café.”

A faint blush creeps its way to your cheeks and you squint your eyes at him. “Does that line usually work for you?”

The prettiest of chuckles leaves his lips as he raises his hands in mock defence. “Not even once. It’s still half-true, though. The part about the most beautiful woman, at least.” He winks. “I came here exactly to get away from the big city. This place is paradise. And my café is a little slice of it.”

“And it is a wonderful slice. You’ve done a wonderful job with the place. Much improvement since the dingy video store. Unless…” You chuckle and lower your voice. “Is there a restricted section in the back as well? Adults only?”

You seem to take him by surprise as, this time, it’s his turn to blush and stutter. “Ah… no.” You press your lips together trying to hold back your chuckle. He looks so cute, all flustered. “I mean, maybe you can check out the back room yourself?”

He cringes as if he’s just said the stupidest thing ever and this time you laugh out loud. 

“That was pathetic, I’m sorry. I’ve got no moves other than that other line. I don’t usually get past that point!” He chuckles back at you, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. 

The laughter continues to bubble up within you and you realise that everything seems to come so easily and naturally around Sanji. You haven’t felt this relaxed in months. “I appreciate the honesty, Sanji. It’s quite refreshing.”

“I can still impress you with my cooking skills, since my pickup lines are terrible.” He tries, leaning forward with a huge grin.

“Oh, I think you already covered that. Lunch was amazing.”

“Thank you, but I was thinking of something more personal… more intimate.” His fingers play with the coffee mug in a show of nerves. “You tell me what you like and I will cook you the meal of your life.” 

The smiles vanish from both your faces as you also lean forward, hands on top of the table as well, close to his hands. “Confident much?”

“I am. I was on my way to become the world's greatest chef, remember?”

The blue in his eyes is nothing short of spectacular. You hadn’t noticed yet, but they almost sparkle. 

“Alright. Let’s see how well you can back up that confidence. I will make a list of favourite ingredients and you work your magic.”

His lip trembles as it rises to a sheepish smile. “It’s a date. Just tell me when you’re free. I promise you won’t be disappointed.”

A date? Wait… really? “It's dinner, not a date.” His smile falters and you shrug. “I’m off men at the moment, but I’m always open to making new friends.”

He nods in understanding. “I can’t argue with that. Friends it is.” You’re glad he’s maintaining his easy nature, even after you rejected his idea of a date. 

You finish your coffee and rummage through your purse for some change but he stops your hand with his stronger one. “No way. I told you, it’s on me.”

“Just this once, okay?” You say as you get up and smooth your dress. “Oh!” You exclaim as you take out a pen from your purse but fail to find a paper, so you retrieve a paper napkin from the table and write down your number. “Here. We’ll stay in touch. Friend.”

You giggle and he smiles warmly at you while he accepts your number. “Madame, I will cherish your number and look forward to our next encounter.”

You exchange warm goodbyes and he walks you to the door, holding it open for you like a gentleman. Sanji was a nice surprise. Your friends were right. Even if the biggest surprise came in knowing he was related to your ex, you won’t let that get in the way of your friendship with him.

Or, who knows, maybe his cooking will impress you in a way his lame pick-up lines never could and the friendship turns into something more. 

[magpiepills]

Under The Weather

I’m sick and feeling sorry for myself so I decided to repost my HCs for when a few Pedro characters are sick. If you want a sick HC for another character, tell me who in the comments and I will tell you what he’s like. I’m sure he is unbearable, whoever he is.

Javi

Uses whiskey like it’s cough syrup. Insists on home remedies involving whiskey, peppermint, garlic, and an orange. Pouts, misses his mother, tries to get you to make the recipe she used to make for him, is a baby about his covid test.

Frankie

So obnoxious. Lays on the couch so you’ll be sure to hear him moaning and coughing. Needs all of the mucinex, the vapor rub, the humidifier, an extra blanket, asks you to take his temperature, feels certain this must be pneumonia. Eats the soup you make him like it might be his last meal.

Joel

Deny, deny, deny. If he doesn’t acknowledge the flu, it’s not happening, right? “Don’t need to see a doctor. ‘m fine.” Will try to carry on with a handkerchief and a couple cough drops in his coat pocket. Actually has pneumonia.

Dave

Takes some DayQuil and moves to the spare bedroom. Texts you to say he won’t be by this week, and works from home. Feels sorry for himself but won’t say so.

Ezra

Somehow looks more pallid than usual. Knows where to buy antibiotics over the counter. Holds his chest like he’s dying when he coughs, and you wonder if he is actually dying. Is diagnosed with a rare illness that everyone thought was eradicated in the 1800s. Flirts with the nurses.

Max

Coughin’ in his coffin. Nonplussed when you offer him the whiskey/peppermint/garlic/orange remedy you heard about. You google local blood banks, and assure him that if he lived through the actual plague, a common cold won’t be the thing that takes him out. You consider suggesting that he turn into a bat so you can take him to a vet. Can he do that?

Dieter

Panics at the first sniffle, begs you not to make him quarantine. “Babe, I can’t.” He wants you to stay in bed with him while he convalesces. Likes how his voice sounds deep and gravelly after he coughs. Records some lines to send to his agent, then takes a handful of pills and sleeps it off. He wakes up looking refreshed.

[hopeful-engineer]

🌞 Self-care vs. self-indulgence vs. avoidance

Sometimes it may be a hard to swallow pill, but there's a difference between self-care and self-indulgence:

🍭 self-indulgence: spending too much money on stuff you want, but don't really need, like clothes you'll wear twice and then leave in your closet, where all they do is take up space, books you'll never read, subscriptions you'll forget about

✨ self-care: saving money; planning your budget; buying less, but better quality; thinking twice, before buying something you want, but don't need: "Will I really use it? Do I have enough money to buy it, without worrying, that I won't have enough to buy something more important? I want it now, but will I still want it tomorrow?" (note: I didn't write "don't buy anything except necessities" anywhere. Buy the stuff you want, but do it consciously, plan it and think before buying.)

🍭 self-indulgence: eating fast food and unhealthy snacks; drinking soda pop, energy drinks, tea with a lot of sugar, or too much coffee; adding sugar to everything; drinking too much alcohol

✨ self-care: eating as healthy as possible; learning to cook; avoiding fast food, sweets, potato chips and other unhealthy snacks; reducing your sugar intake; drinking water, fruit juices, tea without added sugar; planning your meals; buying natural food (note: It doesn't mean "never eat anything unhealthy again, never add sugar to anything, never drink alcohol". You can treat yourself with some pizza, or sweets, or beer sometimes, but it should be a treat, not part of your everyday meals.)

🍭 self-indulgence: staying up until 3 AM to watch films/series, play computer games, browse social media, chat with someone, or even to do something, that doesn't involve technology, for example draw or read books; sleeping until 11 AM, because you went to bed too late; sleeping 12 hours at the weekend, because you slept 4 hours a day during the week; hitting the snooze button; laying in the bed for too long after waking up

✨ self-care: fixing your sleep schedule; waking up earlier; going to bed earlier; sleeping 7 to 9 hours every day; avoiding all-nighters; having a fixed wake up time and a fixed bedtime, the same every day, including weekends; getting out of bed immediately when your alarm clock rings (note: I know there are circumstances, that can mąkę having a fixed sleep schedule is impossible, or next to impossible, I also know in some situations it's totally normal to stay up late, like you don't have to leave a party at 9 PM just because you want to stick to your sleep schedule, that would be unreasonable. Do it the best you can under your current life circumstances, and remember, this is about everyday life, not some rare exceptions.)

There's also a difference between self-care and avoidance:

😨 avoidance: staying home all the time; not going to any events, because meeting new people is stressful; always declinig your friends' invitations

✨ self-care: not going to that big, loud party, because it's too overwhelming, but going to a pub with a few friends instead; inviting your friends to your home, when going out feels too stressful; declinig some invitations, when you don't have time and/or energy, but accepting others, when you feel better and have more time; gradually increasing the number of social interactions you have, to be able to meet new people with less stress

😨 avoidance: having no plans for the future; thinking, that there's no point in having any goals in life; telling yourself, that ambitions are generally pointless and hence you don't have to do anything and be good at anything

✨ self-care: having specific, short-term goals and an overall vision od your long-term future; knowing, what you really want to do and what you're good at, and sticking to these things; consciously choosing, what to learn and what to give up on, based on if it's important to you, not to other people; not distracting yourself with too many side plans, when you have one main goal; knowing, what is your passion and what is your ambition; knowing, that you are ambitious mainly for yourself, and only secondly for the society; believing, that you are capable of achieving your goals

😨 avoidance: not studying at all, because it takes time and energy; procrastinating until the last moment before the exam/test/project deadline; always talking the easiest way possible with no ambition beyond barely passing the exam/test; having no plan, no study schedule; never asking for help, even if you're failing, because you think asking for help is a shame, or you're simply too shy; dropping out of school/college because it's stressful

✨ self-care: knowing that you're studying for yourself, your grades don't define you and that real knowledge and skills are more important, than grades; focusing on these topics, that are important to you for your future studies/career, and being the best you can in these areas; being good enough to pass at everything, that isn't important for your future plans; planning your studying and starting early; taking regular breaks to avoid burnout; asking for help if necessary, but trying to do as much as possible and reasonable on your own; acknowledging that, despite the education system being flawed in so many ways, it also gives you many opportunities;

Of course, self-care includes bubble baths, eating cake, listening to your favourite music and slowly drinking tea, while watching the rain outside through the window and letting your thoughts wander, but these aren't only forms od self-care and definetely not the most important ones. Of course, sometimes it includes staying home with your cat instead of going to the party, sleeping in, instead of studying for an exam, because you're exhausted, or giving up on something, instead of trying again and again, but this should happen in some, specific situations, not be your default response. Real self-care should focus on improving your life, not escaping it or avoiding it.

This post doesn't mean, I'm perfect at all of these things. Actually I struggle a lot with many of them. This is a piece of advice for me, too.