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thewritersaddictions · 2 months ago

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Drabbles: (COD) 141 It's Just A prank

I keep seeing this prank on my tiktok, and I'm finally up to write something, so here we go. Hope you enjoy my edition of "Telling mom no" Prank

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Ghost ( Simon Riley)

The telly in front of Simon plays the most recents rugby game. Dinner was almost ready. He could smell the sweet fragrant smell of the food that his sweetheart had been cooking. Their son and daughter watching you from the table.

Simon could hear you rambling on to your young daughter. Her babbles and groans can be heard through the house. You're also talking to your five year son. Last he knew his son was sitting on a chair watching you chop veggies. When Simon had been told by you "Go sit down Si watch the game, and zone out." With a peck to his cheek and a shove to push him out of the kitchen.

He could just barely you over the volume of the TV. Though he would pick your voice over the sound of the tv any day. Simon grabs the remote and turns the volume down just in time to hear you ask your five year old son "Could you please set the table for dinner bubba?"

There's silence for a minute, and then a harsh and strong "NO" It doesn't really register at first. Since the birth of his son, Simon had taught his son to not only respect every single person he met but especially his momma. "Bubba, please don't make me ask again." Your voice is level. Simon knows that your son didn't take his afternoon nap, so he's okay with letting it slide that he's got an attitude with his momma.

Except his feet are carrying him towards the kitchen when he hears his son shout yet again "No momma you can't make me." He really does try to curb his anger when he set foot in the kitchen.

"Why do I hear you not doin' what your momma asked of you?" Simons starts off almost immediately. He sees his sons wide with fear. He's never heard the fury of his fathers voice.

When he looks over at you though your hand is covering your mouth, brows arched. He knows that face. His sons voice cuts through the silence. "Momma said that it was gonna be funny, she said so." Your hand drops from your face and you give your son a look. "Bubba, you said you could keep a secret." You says to your son. "But Daddy" he points at Simon. "He says always be respectful to you."

You look back to your husband. A simple prank that you had seen on social media. His brow arched as he looks between you and your son. "What kinda prank is that?" Simon asks you. "It was supposed to be a funny one. Not one that makes our son turn on me right away." Your grovel. Returning to your cooking. "You can't prank me, with our own kids bird. I've taught him far to well for that to work." Simons says standing behind you. A quick peck to your cheek before looking over at your son. "You are gonna set the table though buddy." Your son is nodding his head and grabbing his daddys hand to get help with the plates and silverware.

Gaz (Kyle Garrick)

Your daughter was the apple of Kyles eye. She could do no wrong. No matter what she did, your husband was always there to help her through it, but now she's at that age where she's throwing more and more attitude. Saying things that are catching you off guard.

With Kyle being away he has yet to notice the shift. You knock on your daughters bedroom. She's in her early teens and she sensitive about everything. "What mum?" She shrieks from the other side of the door. "Can I come in?" She huffs but opens the door.

Theres an akward silence between the two of you for the first few seconds. I was thinking with your dad coming home soon, that maybe we could prank him." An olive branch, a way to mend the teenage bridge between you and your daughter.

She looks at you sideways. Cora looks me up and down, before nodding. You smile. Sitting down on the edge of her bed. Telling her your idea. One that you had gotten from tiktok. Whether it is the ability to be able to yell, and shout you or the just that she can trick her dad Cora agrees nonetheless.

Kyle comes back in just a few days. So you and cora end up setting the whole thing up. "When ever we are all together when I ask you to do something I want to just either ignore me, or… you can say one bad word. Any word you want to." Her light up. "Any bad word, and I wont get in trouble?" Cora doesn't really trust that she won't get in trouble, but with a simple nod of your head she agrees to the terms.

Two long days pass. Waking up to the cold bed is okay, but you know that Kyle will be back tonight. You grab your clothes getting ready for the day while your daughter gets ready for school. You remind her before she slips from the car that her father will be home tonight, and wave her goodbye as walks to her friends.

Kyle comes home later that night to the smell of a fresh cooked meal and you and your daughter both setting the table. The bag gets dropped by the door, toeing off his combat boots. It all happens so fast how he's got the both of you in his arms, pressing kisses to your cheeks. Breathing in a must need breathe of fresh air.

"How have my lovies been?" He asks when he finally lets go of the both of you. "Good daddy." Cora says sweetly as she sits down in front of her plate. "We've been good, just been missing you is all." You say reaching out to grab his hand. He squeezing your hand and goes to eating.

Dinner is smooth. A calmness that covers the house is warm and inviting. It's nice to have Kyle back, bring that bright smile back him even if the dark circles under his eyes show just how little sleep he managed to get will out on his mission with the 141.

You get up grabbing everyones plate, and bring them to the sink. Loading the sink to the brim with dirty dishes. You'll help her after the two of you play this prank on Kyle.

By the time you make it back to the kitchen Kyle has already left the room. His heavy footsteps can be heard in the laundry room. He always does his wash when he first gets home then switches into his sweats and an old army t-shirt that Kyle has had since Coras birth.

You nod at your daughter as you hear him walk towards your shared bedroom. "Honey can you do the dishes for me while I put away leftovers." You're shouting, louder then needed but you wanna make sure that Kyle hears this entire conversation. "I'm not doing the fucking dishes you bitch."

You aren't shocked one bit, by her choice of curse words. You know that aren't really mean, hell she's smiling right at you. But the man that is currently stomping towards the kitchen doesn't know just how hard the two of you are trying to keep your laughs from escaping your chests.

Loud, and thundering footsteps finally stop when you spot Kyle. You've never seen his face flushed with so much anger. The calm demeanor he had before was gone. Jaw set and fist flexing in his hand. "I know I didn't just hear you call your mum a bitch and say the word fuck." He's fuming, "I thought we taught you better Cora, but I guess not. Have you been treating your mother like this the entire time I've been gone? I hope to god that you haven't because if I hear that you have been…" Theres a chill in the air. You may have let this go on for a bit longer then needed, because yes her attitude has been shit but a part of you knows she just misses her father just as much as you miss your husband.

You step in finally after a look over at Coras glosses eyes. "Honey it was just a prank. She didn't mean it. Did you Cora?" You ask looking over at your daughter. She shakes her head quickly. Kyle has never once raised his voice, so maybe she's a bit scared.

"Huh?" Kyles brows arch as he looks between the two of you. His chest is heaving as he tries to gain some sort of control back over his anger. "I…Why would you… that was just plain mean." He says stumbling over his words. "We just wanted to prank you." Coras words are quiet, trembling out of her mouth.

Your husband takes a deep breath before walking over towards your daughter. "I'm sorry baby." He says sweetly and much more calmly. Her nose twitches and you know she wants to cry, Kyle must see it to cause he's wrapping her in a huge hug and squeezing her tightly in his grip.

That night your daughter crawls between you and your husband as the movies starts. "I'm sorry mum." She whispers. "Never mind that baby, just watch the movie." You mutter quietly back to her as you press a kiss to her forehead.

Price (John Price)

The middle child always is either forgotten or holds the most responsibility there is simple no in between (yes that's a pun) Regardless of that though. With John you have three children. Your oldest Jack is just about to start his university years. Your middle son Oliver who's in the half way point of secondary school, and your youngest Ivy who's just done with primary school.

John retired when you brought your only baby-girl into the world. John has been there for every single basketball game, every soccer game, and every single ballet practice, and performance. Never missing a single day of his children lifes. One night as you lay in bed Oliver comes to you with a confession. "Mum I need to tell you something." He says. His father is probably asleep watching the some sports game again. "Yeah honey what's going on?" You asks setting down your kindle. Patting the side of the bed for him to come over and sit with you.

He swallows and comes over, and for a minute its silent. "I feel like I have more chores then the Jack and Ivy." You go to start talking, but he shakes his head. "I looked at the chore chart mum, it's not fair. I have to do the dishes, clean up after them after dinner, do the laundry, my homework, and make sure that I'm getting good enough grades to continue playing sports." He's stressed you can see the signs that his father passed down to him. You think for a moment. Right now your two other kids are probably talking to friends or playing some sort of games, and you had asked poor Oli to do all the cleaning after you had put away the leftovers from dinner.

It's a few days later and many hours on TikTok later when you see a video. A mother and her kid pranking their father by saying 'no'. You thought for a moment, and went searching for more. You had yet to tell John about the stress that you both had been placing on your middle child. Later when you picked up Oli, you set out a plan. A plan that could be a prank for John, but also maybe a teaching moment for Jack, and Ivy. A plan that Oli doesn't really understand, but he understand that this will hopefully help everyone see where things might have fallen off the track.

So a week later after dinner with John, Jack, and Ivy sitting in the living room watching some tv you nod at Oli. "Oliver, clear off the table and do the dishes." Not a questions a demand. Unlike usual where Oli jumps out of his chair grabbing plates, cups, and silverware he doesn't. He looks over to the living room, and then back at you wanting reassurance. "No." A moment of silence and then "What?" Playing into this as much as possible. "I didn't make this whole mess. So I shouldn't have to do all this cleaning by myself either." His points are valid, but to get John to come into the room you have to get louder. "Why can't Jack, and Ivy do it?" He asks louder, "because Oliver Price, I asked you to do it!" You practically shout back. "And I said NO." He stomps off towards his room.

It takes John a minute but he's in the room before Oliver can make his way towards his bedroom out even out of the dining room. "what is going on right now?" He asks, brows furrowed down on his face. "I asked Oliver to do something and he keeps giving me backtalk, saying that Jack and Ivy should be helping." You say faux anger.

"Oliver." John says sternly. He may not be in the service anymore but that stern commanding voice hasn't left his body, and probably never will. "I won't do them dad. Jack and Ivy don't do anything around here. I clean all the dishes, I do all the laundry, I do everything and i still have to make sure that I have good grades so i can play sports. It's unfair especially when they get to do whatever they want to do all the time. I barely get to hang out with my friends because I don't have the time." You son says, releasing a bit of anger, and sadness more then he had when he talked to weeks ago.

John has always been an understanding man, always listened to his men in 141. Never did things that were not rational. Always wanted the truth, so the silence that surrounds the room is not something you weren't excepting. He watching his son, and listening to his two other kids chatter away in the other room.

"JACK! IVY" John yells, in a short moment the both of them are standing there staring at their father and brother and you. "What's up dad?" Jack asks. "What chores do you have?" He asks straightforward. "I um… I've got my… Some times I vacuum" "So I'm hearing a lot of nothing." John says, looking over at Ivy, he repeats his questions. "I help mum sometimes with making dinner." She says proudly. She might be in primary school, but she has no chores either. Leaving everything that doesn't get done by John or you on Oli's tiny shoulders.

"That's not a chore, since I know for a fact that you don't help your mother every day make dinner for the lot of us." John says. Looking back over at you, and then at Oli. He speaks again this time to the entire family.

"The chore chart is getting a massive overhaul. No more of this shit where Oliver is the only one doing all the chores. I don't wanna lip from any of you about this change. I'll have a new chore chart written by the weekend. From now on though Jack and Ivy you're on dish duty tonight." Theres a pause, but then with a stern and finally look Jack and Ivy are walking towards the dining room grabbing everything up to be washed in the kitchen.

"Oliver I really would have rather you told me or your mother what was going on instead of disrespecting your mother like that.""Now hold on John. He did come to me." His head turns so quickly. "I thought… well I say something on that social media app TikTok and thought that the two of us could get a laugh out of pranking you, but I always wanted to show you something that I fear might have been going on for a little to long John." You say. "So then you didn't mean to be nasty to your mum Oliver?" John asks, Oliver shakes his head "No I just was just tired of being the only one doing chores when Jack and Ivy get to have all the fun." Oliver says sweetly.

A deep sigh leaves Johns lips. He reaches out and grabs Olivers hand, "How about you come with me, and we can watch TV for the rest of the night." he offers, "but it's a school night?" Oliver counters, "How about we don't worry about that right now, how about tomorrow we take you somewhere were you can have some fun?" He asks Oliver. There's a light that beams from behind Olivers blues eyes and nods his head following his father into the living room.

Soap (Johnny McTavish)

Lucy your three year old daughter has the sass of you and the stubbornness of her father Johnny. Is supposed to be getting ready for bed, or be in bed by now. The clock reads 8pm at least good thirty minutes past her normal bed. But her pj's are on she's been read her nightly bedtime story by Johnny. Her night light lighting up the room with an ambient glow.

The tv is at a low volume, just enough that you can hear the words but not enough that if something loud happens it will wake Lucy. Except Lucy is currently standing at the edge of the couch her blanket and stuffed animal in her arms. "I can't go to sleep dada." She prays at her fathers heartstrings.

Giving him large glossy eyes. "Okay baby, lets go back to your bed." That was attempt one, Johnny had tucked her in so tightly that she must be able to fall asleep now. That was attempt one, the second time she came out of her room her hair was a bit more messed up. As if she had been tossing and turning. The netflix show that played on tv got paused for the second time. Some murder tv show that you had been waiting all day to watch with Johnny. "Mummy, back spider?" She asks.

She loves your long nails that Johnny pays to get re-done every single two weeks. Likes when you whisper to her and drag your longs nails up her back. You follow her to her room her hand interlock in yours. You sit on the edge of the bed, while Lucy falls straight on her face, her back exposed to you.

"X marks the spot. Dot, dash, dot, dash, question mark. spiders crawling up your back, spiders crawling down your back. Cool breeze, tight squeeze now you've got the chills." You says as your fingers move along her back. Her breathing as gone steady. You wait a few more minutes drawing a few extra circles and hearts into her back before returning to your husband in the living room.

But apparently third times is the charm. When she comes waddling back out only a few minutes later. "Lucy you need to go to bed now sweetie." Johnny says staring at his sleepy daughter. "I don't wanna!" She shrieks. The clock reads almost 830pm. And this yelling and shouting will only last so long before she ends up tiring herself out. "Hey don't go shoutin' now." Johnny mutters as he gets up to take her back to her room.

The grippy bottoms of her onesies allows her to grip the floor and run out of her reach of your husband long arms. "Lucy, you need to go to bed we have special things we are doing tomorrow baby girl." Your husband tries. But Lucy shakes her head not agreeing with anything. "Baby you gotta go to bed." "I DON'T WANNA." She says turning her head with every word. Johnny can't help but look over at you. "She's got all your sass lovie." You shake your head, "But all of your stubbornness." You throw back. He groans as he picks up Lucy. "How about we just stay here on the couch." He offers. Lucy hums in Johnnys arms and snuggles into her chest. Her snores fill the room and the tv show turns back on at least until you look over at Johnny and say. "I hope you know she was out when I gave her those back scratches, but she wanted to play a prank on you, so this was it." Sleep invades your words, but Johnny doesn't really seem to care about his daughters silly little outburst, or how it relates to her and you wanting to prank him.

"That's okay lovie, just watch your tv show." He says combing his fingers through Lucys hair. The next time he looks over at the end of another episode, not only is Lucy asleep, but so are you. Cuddled into his other arm. Blanket thrown over your legs. He'll stay right there until he either get's kicked in the face by his daughter moving in her sleep so much, or when he wakes up to pain in the bottom on his neck.

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totheblood · 2 years ago

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I WISH I NEVER MET YOU.

pairing: ex!ellie williams x reader

warnings: SUGGESTIVE mdni 18+... not sm*t but close... cursing, drinking, bitchy ellie

a/n: i love this song and was like wait... i need to write a fic based off of this song so i did that and i just love mean and spiteful ellie like... i apologize.. ai audios in the fic <3 reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

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"tryna forget the seven minutes we had in heaven."

The world was spinning.

Or that was what it felt like. The tequila you had downed earlier was now starting to mix with the joint you shared with Dina earlier on her front step. She had held the nearly finished stub in between her fingers and had her other hand tracing circles on the fleshy part of your thigh. It was all innocent as you laughed about the new job she had started and her weird coworker who had asked her out a few times. It was all innocent until she mentioned Ellie and how she said she was going to stop by later that night.

It wasn’t a party, but it wasn’t not a party. A few of your friends had gathered at Dina and Cora’s new place, a housewarming party done their way. Inside a few friends had gathered around a table playing some card game and taking shots, but you needed some fresh air and Dina had followed you. From out here you could hear the faint music coming from inside, and the streetlights made Dina’s skin look golden, but it was still early and you were already fairly drunk.

“She said she’s coming?” you confirmed, needing to double-check that Ellie agreed to be in the same room as you.

“Yeah,” Dina coughed, taking a deep hit of the joint, the end glowing yellow and orange, “Said she feels bad about not coming around anymore.”

“Right,” you scoffed, grabbing the joint from her and taking a deep hit, closing your eyes as you blew out the smoke.

“Can you not do that tonight?” Dina set her face up in a pout, eyes dramatically wide, “She’s finally getting over whatever this was and I just want us to be normal again.”

“I’m not doing anything,” you rolled your eyes, sitting up straighter, “I tried to talk to her but she didn’t want to. Not my fault.”

“But isn’t it?” Dina started. She knew she was crossing a boundary she shouldn’t, but she was also tipsy and exhausted from the standoff you and Ellie had.

She wasn’t wrong, it was technically your fault. Months ago you were at a party gathering just like this, twice as drunk as you were right now. Some idiot, probably Cora, had suggested playing 7 minutes in heaven, just like you all had done in high school. No one in the room was sober, therefore everyone agreed.

A circle was formed in the living room, everyone sitting with their legs criss-crossed on the floor, giggling and blushing like 10th graders. One couple had decided to sit it out and watch the game from the couch. Two seats to your left sat Ellie, hair pulled back into a loose bun and her face already a bright red. She never was your closest friend, but she was still someone you talked to often. You’d occasionally Facetime, send each other TikToks, and sit next to each other if the group went out for dinner. But you were not her best friend, and she definitely wasn’t yours.

You would be lying if you said you didn’t think about her often. She had this girlish charm that usually translated as awkwardness and she would always make jokes under her breath, just loud enough for only you to hear them. You didn’t notice how red she got whenever she made you laugh like she had just won the world’s biggest prize. But besides that, she was cute. Really cute, and perpetually single. The group would often make jokes asking why she never dated anyone, and she would just make some comment about how she was waiting for the ‘right one’. Her eyes would always flicker over to you when she said that.

But this night, when she spun the bottle and it landed on you she nearly choked. You looked up at her with your doe eyes, those fucking eyes, she thought, and she nearly lost it. Everyone was laughing, clapping, and hollering at the idea of the two of you being locked in a dim closet for 7 minutes.

“We don’t have to…” She started, preparing herself for rejection, “if you’re not comfortable.”

“Why wouldn’t I be comfortable?”

Click.

The door locked the two of you inside the tiny room. This close to you she could smell you. She could smell the liquor coming off of you in waves mixing with vanilla perfume. There was just enough light for her to make out your features, the tip of your nose, and the crease in between your eyebrows. From this close, she could see everything.

“So…” her voice faltered, nervousness seeping into her tone, “what do we do?”

“I think you’re supposed to kiss me,” you whispered back, your voice immediately sending a flood to her pants.

“Do you want me to?” She whispered back, eyes searching your face and landing on your lips. You pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth, before nodding. Fuck. She took a shaky breath, her calloused fingers grazing the open skin of your waist. Her fingers were cold but your body ran hot, you were unsure if it was the alcohol or her having this effect on you. Her fingertips curled inwards, pulling you closer to her.

You were now chest to chest, both of you heavy breathing despite not having kissed yet. You were so close that she could feel your heartbeat and your tits. She gripped you a little bit harder causing you to groan. It was all so painfully slow, each movement dragged out. She dipped her head down, her lips now just hovering over yours making your eyelids flutter closed. You could feel her smile before she kissed you, as slow and languid as her movements were before.

Her lips were soft, tongue peeking through and grazing your teeth, urging them open. She was kissing your like her life depended on it. Your hands gripped at her neck, trying to pull her closer but she stumbled forward pushing you into the shelf.

“Fuck,” she breathed in between a wet kiss, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed. Her hand moved down now, ghosting your ass before giving it a light squeeze and lifting your thigh up so she could get even closer. If it kept going like this she was going to be inside of you within minutes. She pushed closer, her clothed cunt griding up against yours, causing you to gasp.

“Feel good?” She teased, now moving to kiss up your jaw when-

Click.

The two of you separated, hands smoothing out your clothes as the door opened. It was obvious what had happened, a little bruise had formed on your jaw where she had kissed, and she was now wearing lipstick she didn’t come to the party wearing.

That night you went home with her.

You shuddered thinking of that night, not knowing it was the beginning of the end. Whatever relationship you had with her was now ruined, and it was your fault. You spent nights crying over how much of your fault it was, but that wouldn’t change anything. You ended things, and Ellie wanted nothing to do with you now.

“I guess,” you shrugged, “but people break up every day Dina. People move on.”

It was Dina’s turn to scoff as she snatched the tiny joint back from you, “You don’t move on that easily when you’re in love with someone.”

“She was not in love with me,” you rolled your eyes again, your high making you feel anger more than anything now.

“Oh, so you’re just fucking stupid,” Dina deadpanned, taking another hit, giggling as you shoved her playfully.

“Oh, fuck you,” you laughed, trying to keep your real emotions at bay.

“Can’t,” she laughed, blowing smoke out her nose, “Ellie would probably murder me.”

The conversation wasn’t productive, but you didn’t want to be on the front step when Ellie arrived. You feared that if she saw you, she probably wouldn’t even come to the door, let alone inside. You honestly missed her, and you were beginning to forget what she even sounded like.

Thirty minutes had passed and you started nursing your third drink, playing beer pong in the backyard when you noticed a familiar sound. Her laugh, over everything, was the only thing you heard.

“Oh, um I have to use the bathroom,” you excused yourself running up the stairs and straight into the kitchen where Ellie was now alone, getting a drink from the fridge. She obviously didn’t see you come in, or thought you were Dina because she was speaking.

“You only bought Truly’s,” she scoffed from the fridge, “fucking lame.”

“Still better than a Four Loko,” you joked. You watched her pause, her whole body stiffening before standing up straight and closing the door. She stared at the refrigerator so she didn’t have to look at you. You watched her chest rise and fall as she took deep breaths.

“What do you want?” Her tone was much colder now, her voice icy and mean.

“Just wanted to say hi,” your voice was small, you hated yourself for it.

“Well, don’t,” she shook her head, turning to the counter now, the hard liquor lined up in front of her. She picked up vodka, bad choice.

“Can we just-” you stepped next to her, voice in a whisper loud enough she could hear. She tensed up as you stood close to her and you hated the position you were in.

“No, we can’t,” She shook her head, pulling a red solo cup from its place on the counter and pouring the vodka in the cup, “I told you I didn’t want to talk to you.”

“But-”

“No fucking ‘buts’. You don’t get everything you want, okay?” She looked at you now, her green eyes now accompanied by dark circles. Her freckles were more prominent with summer finally coming to an end. She looked tired, but still beautiful, “You’re so fucking selfish.”

“I’m selfish because I couldn’t date you?” You laughed bitterly, that third drink hitting you like a bag of bricks, “That’s real rich considering you’re the one who’s been an asshole to me because you can’t fuck me anymore.”

She looked pissed. Her hands gripped the sides of the counter as she looked down at it, trying to stop herself from doing what she wanted to. Instead, she downed the vodka, not even flinching.

“No one wants to fuck you,” she looked at you, eyes glossed over, “and you’re the one who dumped me over text like a fucking coward.”

You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I’m an asshole to you because I want to make it perfectly clear I want nothing to do with you. I don’t want to fuck you, I don’t want to see you, and I definitely don’t want to hear any sob story about how you ‘couldn’t’ do it. You’re a pathetic loser who broke up with me over text on our 6 month anniversary.”

“Ellie,” a voice from behind you caused you both to turn around. You wiped at the tears rolling down your face, “What the fuck?”

It was Dina, standing with her arms crossed as she watched you two in disappointment. You ran off pushing past her and into the bathroom, crying pathetically on the toilet and blowing your nose in the toilet paper. Back in the kitchen Dina had approached Ellie, an eyebrow raised as if she was waiting for an answer.

“She just,” Ellie poured another cup, “she gets under my fucking skin, okay?”

“But talking to her like that?” She shook her head in shame, “What’s gotten into you?”

“She has!” Ellie replied, “That shit fucking hurt, okay? And I let her get away with it at first because I loved her but all she thinks is that I’m mad because I can’t fuck her. I’m over it.”

“She’s just saying that,” Dina’s voice was now more tender as she talked to Ellie, “she misses you and doesn’t know how to deal with it.”

“She doesn’t fucking miss me,” Ellie downed the second cup.

“You just tell yourself that because you wouldn’t know how to feel if it was true.”

“If she missed me she wouldn’t have done that,” Ellie sighed.

“Not everything is black and white,” Dina sighed looking to the side. “Just try to get over it before the trip. It’s a really big deal to Cora and I don’t want it to be a mess because you both are so miserable.”

“I don’t think I can come, D,” Ellie shook her head, fingers tapping on the counter, “Not like this, not with her.”

“Ellie, please don’t do this,” Dina held her shoulders, her eyes wide and sad. Ellie had a soft spot for Dina, which was the only reason she came to the housewarming party, but she was unsure of how much she would take before she snapped.

“Fine,” she sighed, “but I’ll be driving by myself. I’m not sitting in a two-hour-long car ride with her.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” Dina squeezed Ellie tight, making her groan and attempt to push her off.

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The trip came sooner than expected, the party being nearly a month ago. You drove down with Dina and Cora, singing Lana songs the whole drive. The Hamptons were quiet around this time and Cora (and her rich family) owned a vacation house out there on the water. You spent nearly every summer here, you, Dina, Cora, Ellie, Jesse, Faye, and Cora’s twin brother, Orion all crammed into their giant house. Except this time was different. This was the trip that Dina and Cora were going to announce their engagement.

No one knew yet, and Dina had wanted your little group of friends to be the first to know. A special intimate moment between the group and the place it had started. However, when you pulled up to the house, driving up the long driveway, you saw Ellie’s jeep parked out front with her and some girl leaning against the side of the car.

You all hopped out, but you stood to the side as you watched Dina and Cora hug Ellie and this new girl.

“Hey guys, I hope you don’t mind,” Ellie spoke, eyes drifting to yours for a moment before she smirked, “this is my girlfriend, June.”

Fuck.

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somanyratsinthewalls · 1 month ago

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Burning Hearts Chapter 23

Pairing: Law x Straw Hat Zoan Type (named) OC

Summary: You’ve spent a year with Law and the Heart Pirates now. Law is still pressing to unlock the full capabilities of your devil fruit powers as a mythical zoan type, but you’ve got other things on your mind. You’ve uncovered Law’s plan to kill Doflamingo, but you’ve resigned to not stop him and accept the way things are meant to be. He needs you. Your heart lies half with Law, but half at home with the Straw Hats.

Taglist: @zoros-fourth-sword @cottoncandyloverrrr @airwolf92 @nothing-but-brass @tuskjohnny

WC: 2900

TW: SMUT WARNING AGAIN!!! (Hehe) Unprotected sex, talk of pregnancy and fertility, morning after pill usage (I mean he's a doctor come on), doggy over the desk, BEING WALKED IN ON MID SEX, tough time for the lovers here.

Burning Hearts Chapter 23: Anxieties

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You woke up alone.

You were greeted with the ceiling of your own stateroom, dim morning light peeking through the curtains as you wiped the sleep from your eyes.

Your body ached, still recovering from the violent awakening of your Devil Fruit abilities. How were you going to master these abilities if it left you inches from death each time you used them?

“Urrrrhhhhhgghhh…” You groan and flop over to bury your face in your pillow. Your upper back twinged in pain.

The reality of your situation hit you like a sea-train.

GreyJaw was on your tail, stopping at nothing it seemed to get you back. Law’s crew had just watched you transform into a fire breathing dragon and destroy half their home in the process of biting back GreyJaw’s forces. They were in danger now and it was all your fault…

Your stomach flipped a few times before gurgling loud enough to echo off your room’s metal walls. You couldn’t remember the last time you had eaten. You should find breakfast… and then you needed to find Law and discuss the next steps in your training. GreyJaw wouldn’t catch you unprepared again. You toss the comforter off your body as you roll your legs over the edge of your bed. You were naked and had no recollection of climbing into bed, so you had to grab one of your red-dyed jumpsuits from the closet and you hurriedly slip it on.

After hastily braiding your hair into two long plaits, you head out of your room and trod towards the kitchen. You hear the usual of hustle and bustle of the Heart Pirates as you approach the galley. The clink of plates in the sink, the hum of conversation, the lighthearted tune of Cora San’s record player in the background.

“No and I literally said-“

You push the door open and are met with several sets of eyes on you. The record continues to spin, a soft, North Blue pop song quietly continuing to play from the dusty old record-playing snail.

Penguin, Shachi, Ikkaku, and Bepo were seated at the wooden table as other crew members filtered out of the kitchen after cleaning up their dishes. Uni briefly made eye contact with you before ducking out into the hallway right past you without saying anything.

You paused in the doorframe, startled by the sudden silence.

“Hi?” You say, awkwardly.

“Oh, Miss Daisy! You’re awake!” Bepo rises from the table and clumsily knocks over an empty coffee cup. “I can make you something to eat, I’m sure you need to regain your strength after-“

“I’m fine, Bepo. I promise. I’m just gonna grab some fruit or something.” You wave the bear off, trying to minimize recent events. You take a banana from the counter and swiftly rid it of its peel. You toss the peel in the compost bin. You tear off a small piece of banana and pop it into your mouth while leaning up against the kitchen counter.

“Surprised you didn’t flambé it first..” Shachi says under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear.

You turn towards the table.

“Sorry?” You ask with furrowed brows.

“You heard-“

“Oh, D! I forgot to tell you, Captain asked you to stop by his office when you woke up. Probably important!” Ikkaku interrupts Shachi and rises from the table to usher you out of the kitchen, her arms gently pushing you by your waist back the way you came.

“Okay…” You say, confused, shuffling your feet in the direction Ikkaku was guiding you. You push her back once the galley door shuts behind the two of you.

“What the fuck was that? Everyone’s being fucking weird.” You ask.

“Nothing, it was nothing…” Your friend tries to placate you. “The guys are just still a little… shaken up… is all. You know what babies they are… They’ll be fine in a few days.”

“I mean…” You sigh and relax your shoulders. “Maybe they’re right… Maybe I am dangerous…” You cast your eyes to the floor.

“Stop.” Ikkaku grabs your shoulders and makes you look at her. “Stop, alright? You’re our friend. Crewmate or not, you’re our friend. We’re behind you all the way. Just give them a little time.” She gives you a soft smile. “Now, go find Law and see what he wants before he gets too grumpy. I don’t feel like doing extra duties.”

You roll your eyes.

“Fine. I’ll go see what Captain Asshole wants.” You respond.

“Oh whatever!” Ikkaku calls after you as you retreat towards Law’s quarters. “But you looooove him.” She holds up her hands and smooshes them together to mimic the act of two people kissing. She makes dramatic lip smacking noises.

You hold up two middle fingers behind you and turn down the hallway.

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*knock knock*

You push open Law’s door without waiting for a response.

As you enter you notice Law hunched over his desk, pouring over medical textbooks in his typical gargoyle-esque posture.

“Your whole crew hates me now, by the way.” You say as you finish your banana and approach the desk.

“Good morning to you as well.” Law cocks his head playfully and looks up from his book.

You huff heavily out of your nostrils and roll your eyes at him. You cross your arms.

“They don’t hate you.” Law continues. He rises from his desk and heads towards a tall, wooden medicine cabinet in the corner of his office. “They just aren’t used to seeing such…” He pulls out a drawer and retrieves an orange bottle. “… Power.” He removes the cap before shaking out a small white pill from the bottle into his palm. He re-caps the bottle and stows it away before turning back in your direction.

“They think I’m going to barbecue them, Law.” You gripe. “And frankly, I don’t blame them.”

“Since when do you care what people think about you?” Law asks with a bit of a smirk before returning to his desk. “Here-“ He beckons you closer with one closed hand and picks up a glass of water from his desk with his other.

You approach.

“Take this.” Law orders. Much more of a demand than a request. He holds out his hand.

“Oh?” You say, skeptically. “And what is this?”

Law blushes a bit.

“It’s incredibly unlikely that a Zoan type of your ability could…” Law looks away from you briefly. “Conceive… with anyone other than another Zoan type… but it never hurts to be careful.”

You can’t help but laugh.

“Wait- you keep the ‘morning after’ pill in your office?” You chuckle.

“I keep all major drugs on hand, in case of emergencies.” Law nudges his hand in your direction. “Just take it.”

You hold out your palm and Law drops the pill into it. You immediately pop it to the back of your mouth and swallow without taking the glass of water being offered to you. Law returns the glass to the table.

“You may experience some mild side effects. Nausea, cramping, spot-“ Law falls deeply into doctor mode after seeing you ingest the medication.

“Babe-“ You stop him. “It’s not my first rodeo.” You give him a smile. “There’s nothing me and a few ibuprofen can’t handle.”

Law laughs and leans in to kiss your forehead. His lips linger there for a moment before pulling back.

“I know. But you know how I am…” He strokes his thumbs along your forearms affectionately.

“Completely paranoid and anal-retentive? Noooo, not you.” You joke and kiss his lips softly.

“Hah, hah, so funny.” Law releases you from his gentle grasp and retreats to behind his desk to continue reading his medical journal. Your mind is still stuck on something he said…

“… what did you mean? About it being unlikely?” You ask out of curiosity.

“What? Oh… that.” Law turns back to face you, his large wooden desk between the two of you. “It’s just that… well, now that you’ve awakened your Devil Fruit, the nature of it simply is that your DNA is far more animal than it is human.” Law reopens the textbook on his desk.

“The hell do you mean my DNA is more animal than human?” You inquire further, slightly offended.

“Devil Fruits warp a human’s DNA. It changes a person’s entire biological makeup, most bodily processes work the same but the ones requiring cell production… get complicated. Especially Zoan type users, the body’s organelles become closer to the animal they take shape of, especially once the Devil Fruit’s powers have awakened.” Law rubs his brow. “I’ve been studying the cellular data of Devil Fruit users for near a decade now, it’s quite fascinating. Zoan type users often experience more intense reproductive cycles than those of a regular human, not quite as intense as heats but-“

“Okay so why the meds, then?” You interrupt. “If it’s nearly impossible that I could get pregnant, why are you making me take this?” You ask curiously.

“Well, you’re ovulating, so-“ Law begins but you stop him mid sentence.

“EXCUSE me?!” Your eyes widen. “You track my cycle?!”

“I’m your current medical provider! It’s completely normal!” Law defends himself.

“Oh because you totally do it just out of medical advice! Following it so closely so that you know when I’m-“ You look around as if someone else is in the room with you, embarrassed even though it’s just the two of you. “Fertile?!?!?” You say in a more hushed tone than the rest of your accusation.

“No! I honestly only use it to know when to avoid pissing you off for a few days if I want to keep my eyebrows…” Law admits sheepishly. “And I may have referenced it after.. well, after last night when you…” His voice trails off.

The blush on his cheeks was so cute. He couldn’t bear to repeat the filthy actions you had engaged in on the shower floor just hours ago. You hated how right he was about your hormone cycle, as annoyed as you were with him, you still found him so sweet… so desirable. Your loins burned for him once again.

“When I what, Law?” You ask as you circle around his desk, dragging your fingers slowly across its surface. “When I took you? Claimed you?” You were now chest to chest with Law. You look up and flash him a coy smile.

“Baby-“ He chuckles, flustered. “You’re insatiable like this.” His hands grip your waist and pull your hips to his.

“And? It’d be a waste of taking this medicine if we didn’t make full use of it, right?” Your fingers dance lightly up his yellow button down, settling on the collar and playing with the top button.

“You still need your rest, but-“ Law protests but slides his hands to your front and starts unzipping your jumpsuit, his actions not matching his words. He gives in almost immediately and smashes his lips into yours clumsily.

You smirk through the messy kiss and card your fingers through his hair, tossing his hat to the floor. You let law unzip your boiler suit and push it down your arms and chest, exposing your breasts. Law’s hands rise from your hips to knead at your chest as he sticks his tongue into your mouth. You moan as he pinches your sensitive nipples, and he pulls back from you.

“T-turn around…” He orders, a bit bashful still.

You oblige and turn your back to Law, shimmying your jumpsuit down to your ankles, leaving you fully nude in Law’s office. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too, so you bent over at the hip and splayed your hands on his desk. You spread your ankles as far as you could while arching your back, giving him easy access to your soaked hole.

You whine a bit and wiggle your hips impatiently. You hear Law let out a shaky breath, smoothing his hands down your spine and admiring how you were presenting yourself for him. He lines himself up with your entrance and pushes in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his girth. His grip tightens as he hears you gasp and sigh with every inch he sinks into you.

“Ohhh.. fuck…” You moan out as you feel Law’s hips finally become flush with your backside, sheathing himself inside you fully. “Yes-“

“Shit-“ Law groans as he starts to thrust softly into you. “You feel so fucking good-fuck-“

Law’s thumbs dig into your ass cheeks and you could tell he was holding back, careful not to hurt you. His fingertips trembled against your flesh as he meticulously controlled the pace of his hips.

“H-harder-“ You whimper out. “Please-“

“Y-You’re sure?” Law asks.

“Yes!” You cry out loudly as the swollen tip of his cock drags against your sweet spot, desperate to feel it there again and again. You felt safe with him, and needed to feel him fill you again.

“Anything- anything you want-“ Law pants as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. “Gonna cum in you so hard, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Law grips your hair in his fist and pulls your head back.

*WOOSH*

The door to Law’s office swings open.

“Captain I-“

“Shit!”

“Oh my gods-“

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

“Wait, Shachi-“

“Ah!”

You bolted upright, suddenly empty, Law’s tattooed hands immediately covering your nude body.

“NO way, I knew it!”

Before you could even process the fact that you had just been walked in on mid-coitus, Law was tucking himself back into his jeans and sprinting after his crew member down the hall.

“Wait!”

You pull your jumpsuit quickly from your feet over your shoulder and desperately try to zip it up.

“Oh- gods damnit!” You curse as the zipper sticks.

You eventually wriggle the zipper free and close the jumpsuit over your chest. You quickly make your way down the hallway to where you could hear a cacophony of voices coming from the galley.

“You’ve been keeping a dangerous enemy here because you’re fucking her?” Shachi’s angry voice rings out agains the metal walls of the kitchen as you push the double doors open.

“She’s not dangerous. Not to you. Not to us. You can’t possibly understand the situat-“

“How long has this been going on?” Penguin chimes in from the dining table, a shocked look on his face.

“A couple months or so.” Ikkaku replies.

“You knew? And never told me?” Penguin snaps his head towards your friend with a glare.

“Yes and judging by your reaction I made the right call!” Ikkkau barks back at her crew mates.

“How am I supposed to trust any of you now? What else has been going on here?” Penguin responds, looking at both his captain and his girlfriend.

“What goes on between Daisy and I-“ Law starts.

“Oh cut the shit, Captain.” Shachi butts in. “Admit that you’re putting your crew in danger because you’re finally getting your dick wet.”

Law exhales through his nose, clearly trying to control his anger. He steps towards Shachi.

“You’d all be dead if it wasn’t for me. And if you think-“ Law says in a low, threatening tone.

“Captain, Shachi, please!” Bepo comes between the two and pushes them apart with his giant paws. You could have sword there were tears welling in his eyes.

The kitchen falls silent, only the slight heaving breaths of several angry parties being able to be heard. Shachi and Law continue to glare at each other over Bepo’s fluffy arm. You break the pregnant silence.

“I’m not going to hurt you. No one is. I care about you all, so much.” You sigh. “I can’t express how grateful I am for your friendship and hospitality for the past year. I don’t… I don’t know what comes next but I promise I’ll lay down myself before I let anyone else hurt the Heart Pirates.” You look to Ikkaku. “I just hope you can trust me on that.”

She smiles coyly back at you. You notice Shachi’s expression soften as well.

The room falls into an awkward silence again.

“So… she’s like your… girlfriend?” Penguin pipes up.

“Yes.” “No.”

You and Law turn towards each other with confused expressions.

“No.” “Yes.”

“Great, two emotionally stunted morons in charge of the crew, under attack by one of the most dangerous pirates in the Grand Line, there’s no way this could go wrong.” Shachi rolls his eyes.

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eggrollforyou · 5 months ago

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How Can I Say I Love You

Law x F!Reader

WC: 1467

CW: angst to fluff, parental/parental figure loss, tooth aching fluff, minor Law backstory spoilers (if you're not caught up through Dressrosa), seems like an OC but I'm too lazy for that, so leader insert 🤣, mutual pining, post time skip

A/N: this was supposed to be a quick, cute thing, but that clearly got away from me. So I’ll be turning it into parts. Still cute, but apparently my brain had something else in mind. Readers and Law’s thoughts are in italics. Enjoy!

Three little words. Just three little words that seemed to hold so much weight, they'd change the trajectory of everything. Three little terrifying words that could mean the end, if unrequited.

Far be it from Law to understand how the combinations of chemicals and electrical signals in the brain could have such a profound effect. He's known its highs but has experienced far more of its devastation. Was he cursed? Never able to express what he wanted to with you.

He first met you when you were both children. He, on the search for a cure for his disease with Corazon. You, another sick child, at one of the hospitals he was dragged to. “Hi, I'm (Y/N),” your small voice broke through the background buzz of the hospital chatter. Law turned around to see you sitting on the other side of the room, electric teal blue hair with a white streak framing your face. “Hmmph, yea, so what?” he grumbles indignantly. He hated hospitals. He was grateful for Cora-san to try to help him, but it was going nowhere. He pulled his knees into his chest and sulked while Corazon argued with the physician. “Are you sick?” you ask him, unphased by his grumpiness. Maybe that's why he's acting upset, maybe he just doesn't feel good. He must be sick like me, you think to yourself. “I'm sick too,” you get up to come closer to talk to the grumpiest little boy you've ever encountered and suddenly you fall to your knees in a coughing fit, unable to breathe.

Law peeks his eyes over his knees, dark under the brim of his spotted hat, but showing concern that he quickly changes to a scowl, “You really shouldn't cough close to other people like that, you could get someone else sick,” he sneers. You finally regain your breath and sniffle. You were so tired of being here, no one to play with or talk to. Your mom had to work all the time to make ends meet and couldn't afford to take time off to be with you while you were admitted for treatment.

So you spend your days alone with only nurses coming to check on you every couple hours. Your eyes were watering from the pain in your chest, but you continued, “I'm sorry. It's just SO boring here.” Law suddenly notices that you're alone. There's nothing to indicate an adult with you. It's just you and a stuffed bear that was nearly falling apart from living a loved life. “I-I'm Law,” he mumbles. “Nice to meet you, Law!” your face lights up. “Wanna play tic-tac-toe?” you ask, picking up a piece of paper and a pencil. He begrudgingly agrees and scoots over to you. You play several games until suddenly, you hear screaming from hospital staff and a tall blonde man with a heart shirt and big black coat runs, scooping Law up and running away. Hospital staff screaming about Amber Lead disease and quarantines as they chase them. Suddenly, you were alone again.

It seemed like fate that you both found each other again as teens. You were walking to the beach with your fishing rod. It was just you now. You woke that morning, hunger eating away at you. It had been a couple days since you ate. Managing to steal a fishing rod from a boat at the docks the day before, you got up to fish. You need to try your luck again. Whistling as you walked along the shore trying to reach a rocky outcrop that would let you cast further out, hoping to catch something, you grabbed your belly as it screamed its displeasure at you.

Law, Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin were walking along the shore, trying to figure out where their next stop would be. Rounding a dune, he sees a girl walking with a fishing pole. Electric blue teal hair, pulled back in a braid with a white streak weaved in and out of the braid. Wait….who is that? I know that hair….could it be? he thinks to himself.

“Y/N?!” you hear someone call your name and you whip around looking for the source until you see that white spotted hat that you'll never forget. The same hat from that grumpy little boy in the hospital. “Law?!” You shout in surprise. He's not alone. In tow, he has a Mink companion, and two other boys- one with a penguin hat and the other with an orca hat. Law introduces you to his little band of misfits and you spend the rest of the day catching up.

The others are asleep, but you and Law are still talking. You shed a tear that night when Law tells you Cora is gone. You never knew him, nor did you see their relationship, but you could see the hurt in his eyes. Even in the dim light put out by the campfire you're sitting by. Losing your mother, you knew the heavy feeling in your chest when you thought about her. “You should stay with us, we could always use the extra help,” he says with hope. “Yeah, that'd be great,” you smile back. Finally feeling some peace that your nights won't be so lonely. You travel with them for a couple years. Spending your days together on the loose, running wild, doing whatever you had to, to survive. You both would stay up in the early hours of the morning. Lying down looking at the stars, talking for hours holding hands, sharing your first kiss. You were inseparable. You loved that he found family again in Bepo, Shachi, and Penguin. His heart had been through far too much, but he opened it for them. It made yours hurt less for him.

Those three little words. He felt it then with you. But his heart had been too broken, so he kept it guarded and close. Fearing what would happen to it if he uttered those words to you. Something he later regretted when you were separated again- on the run with no plan to regroup. A heist to survive, gone wrong. Law and the others managed to get to the boat you were stealing on time, but you were held up. Getting separated and then later caught by authorities. By the time you escaped, they were gone. You knew they had to leave. It hurt, but you couldn't blame them. You feared this was the end of your time with Law again. Ending abruptly like when you two met.

One of his biggest regrets was never telling you how he felt. Now he feared he would never get the chance. But it seemed the universe had different plans again. Law and his crew, the Heart Pirates, were restocking on an island- a simple routine stop. He surely wasn't looking for trouble as he was walking through the market, perusing the stalls brimming with vendors and customers alike. It was a busy morning, loud with laughter and bartering, but Law had his fill of the market. Having found a rare coin, he pocketed his purchase after paying the vendor. Making his way back to the ship, the voices grew quieter the further away he walked. He gave the crew the afternoon off, but as the captain, he had a pile of work to do. More reports, endless medical journals to read, he had a plan to start a pot of coffee and sit down in his sanctuary, his office on the Polar Tang.

The quiet abruptly ended and suddenly shouting and scrambling was coming from the market. “Stop her! Stop that thief!” a vendor screamed. Law merely peeked over his shoulder but didn't stop, it was none of his concern. As he rounded a corner leading to a bay where they were hiding the Tang, he was suddenly stopped. A woman running around the same corner slamming into his chest and bouncing back, “AHH! SHIT, watch it!” She bellowed. Law nearly stumbled over, with a scowl, ready to tear this person’s head off, he stopped in his tracks, eyes wide. He's face to face with a woman with electric teal blue hair….with the signature white streak framing her face. “Y/N!?” He gasps.

Your eyes are wide, you're stuck frozen in place. Law…. he's right here. In front of you again. But now, he's all grown up. You hardly recognize him. Tall, filled out, covered in tattoos it seems. You can only tell by his signature hat and his same tired, piercing eyes. “Gotta go!” you rush, spinning on your heel, carrying a bag of loot of things you clearly stole from the market and running toward the tree line along the path. Law reaches out, “Wait!” he calls out as he runs after you.

Part Two

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eevylynn · 3 months ago

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Behind the Cover

Sterek || T || Neckz 'n' Throats AU || 4234 wc

But this wasn’t just Stiles, the snarky librarian who shot him lingering looks from across the library table. No, this was Mitch—the model Derek had spent far too many nights fantasizing about. Stiles—Mitch—was standing under the harsh studio lights, his body shifting effortlessly into pose after pose. Erica, ever the professional, was directing him, her voice sharp and confident.

I realized that I never shared my Sterek Secret Santa fic that I wrote on tumblr. Oops!

I've been wanting to do my own Neckz 'n' Throats AU, so I was so excited to get the opportunity to try it out. I hope you enjoy it!

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Derek sat hunched at his desk, a mug of coffee growing cold beside his laptop. The cursor blinked unendingly, mocking him with the lack of words. He sighed, rubbing a hand across his face. Some days, the words flowed effortlessly.

Today wasn't one of those days.

Pushing his chair back, he stretched, feeling the satisfying crack of his spine as he stood. Grabbing his mug, he walked across the open loft to the kitchen. The sound of the microwave echoed across the quiet loft. The only other sounds were the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional creak of old pipes. The quiet usually helped him focus, but today it only seemed to amplify his writer's block.

The loud beeping of the microwave let him know it was done. He grabbed his coffee, and stirred it to make sure the whole cup was evenly warmed. Yes, he knew this technically wasn't good for the coffee. He didn't care. Warm coffee was mostly a placebo for him anyway. His body metabolized the caffeine too fast for it to actually affect him.

He crossed back to his desk to try and attempt more writing.

His loft was far from the cold, purely industrial look it had when he first moved in. Most of the walls held mismatched, thrifted bookshelves that were overflowing with books and a variety of knickknacks and clutter that Derek had collected over the years. Stacks of books and notebooks were also scattered on nearly every surface, most of their spines well-won. The heavily cushioned couch in the center of the room had a misshapen crocheted throw hung over the back, a handmade gift from Laura a few Christmases ago.

Even the desk he sat in had almost every surface of it covered. So much so that the small succulent that Cora had gotten him sat precariously close to the edge.

Derek reached over, adjusting its position to a safer spot before resuming the writer's position.

Blink. Blink. Blink.

Still nothing.

Maybe a break would help.

He stood up fast enough that his chair kind of screeched across the floor. He grabbed his dad's old leather jacket that he had draped over the back of his armchair and pulled it on as he headed for the door. The mailman should have come by now, and if nothing else, checking the mail gave him an excuse to move around for a minute outside of his usual four walls.

The air in the hall was cooler, and Derek's steps echoed faintly as he descended. A couple of neighbors passed him on the way, offering polite nods. Derek returned the gestures with a tight lipped smile. Small talk wasn't his thing, and he didn't want to get stuck in a conversation about anyone's cat or weekend plans.

At the row of mailboxes, he slid his key into the lock and opened the little door. Bills, junk mail, and—he paused, fingers brushing against the familiar thick, glossy black envelope—the latest issue Neckz 'n' Throats .

Derek stared at it for a moment.

He bundled the rest of the mail under one arm, tossing the junk straight into the bin beside him, before making his way back upstairs. The black envelope stayed tucked against his chest, guarded carefully, like it might escape if he let it go.

Back in his apartment, he kicked the door shut behind him, setting the rest of the mail in the little basket he kept on the narrow entryway table.

He then dropped the black envelope on the coffee table and pulled off his jacket, tossing it back over the chair where it had started. If Laura or Cora had been there, they would have teased him for wearing it all of five minutes.

Picking the envelope back up, he tore it open with the practiced flick of a claw.

The latest issues of Neckz 'n' Throats slid into his lap.

A breath caught in Derek's throat. On the front cover, once again, was him . Mitch. The golden boy of Neckz 'n' Throats himself.

Derek exhaled slowly. The cover was arresting. Mitch’s sharp jaw caught the light, his dark eyes piercing, the long line of his neck tilted just enough to stir something primal. His fair skin, dotted with dark moles, looked almost luminous against the moody backdrop. Shirtless, he showed off a dusting of hair across his chest and the defined line of abs that disappeared beneath low-slung, fashionably worn jeans.

The headlines scattered across the cover were bold and eye-catching:

“Top 10 Scents Guaranteed to Drive Alphas Wild”

“How to Find the Perfect Mate”

"Fur-Friendly Fashion: Keeping It Chic During the Full Moon"

Derek’s fingers tightened on the glossy edge, heat creeping up his neck.

He wasn’t proud of it, but Mitch had become...a bit of an obsession. Derek had certainly spent more than a few nights with this face burned into his mind. It didn’t help that Mitch seemed almost engineered to drive werewolves crazy, especially Alphas.

It was ironic, Derek thought, that Mitch was human.

Shaking his head, he flipped the magazine open, skimming past the table of contents until he landed on the spread. Pages of Mitch in various poses—lounging in expensive coats, running a hand through his disheveled hair, baring the curve of his neck. Each photo made Derek’s throat tighten.

Then he turned to his own article: "Beast Mode: Workouts to Keep Your Inner Wolf in Top Shape"

It wasn't the title (or topic) Derek would have chosen, but it made his editor happy.

For the past few years, Derek had been writing articles for the monthly magazine. Think Cosmo , but catered primarily to werewolves. It covered everything from cutting-edge fashion trends and fitness tips to relationship advice between Alphas,Omegas, and everything in between.

Derek preferred to focus on his novels, but writing for the magazine offered a nice change of pace—and some extra cash for rent and utilities. Despite his family's wealth, dipping into the old Hale insurance payouts still felt like a betrayal, like profiting off their loss. The articles were small, manageable commitments: a feature on the psychology of pack dynamics here, a piece about the benefits of running in the preserve there.

And there were perks. A free copy of the magazine arrived in his mailbox each month, along with the occasional unexpected gift—a designer jacket, a cologne sample, once even a pair of boots too expensive to justify buying on his own. They were cast-offs from promotional campaigns, but Derek didn’t mind. It was a small, practical reward for sharing his words.

While, yes, he had more money than he could ever need after the loss of most of his family, dipping into life insurance payouts felt wrong, like he was profiting off their loss. That's why he kept writing for the magazine. The extra cash wasn't necessary, but it felt earned. Honest.

Of course, getting paid to see pictures of Mitch was always a bonus.

Derek was willing to admit, to himself and no one else, that he was deeply attracted to this man. Model. He had definitely pleasured himself to images of the man on occasion, but that was between himself and his libido.

His best friend, Erica, who had helped him get the job in the first place, was a higher up photographer at the magazine. She's actually tried to convince him to model. "Just once," she'd said. "You've got the face for it, Der."

He refused every time.

He was well aware of his looks, but that wasn't what he wanted to be known for. Words were his shield. His armor. He preferred to be hidden behind them. It kept him safe.

Unlike his looks…

Derek thought of occasionally asking Erica for details about Mitch, but that felt like an invasion of privacy, and was probably a little (a lot) creepy, so he restrained himself from doing so. Though, Derek did find it a touch ironic that he never ran into the guy during the times he went to pick Erica up for lunch or to go meet with the editor, but the building was huge, so maybe it wasn't that ironic after all.

Closing the magazine with a quiet thud, Derek leaned back into the couch, staring at the ceiling.

He really needed to stop dwelling on the guy. Mitch was just a model. Probably directed to pose in a way that would cause him to entice any werewolf that looked at him. The fantasy of him definitely helped sell more copies.

Still, his gaze drifted back to the magazine, the smirk on Mitch's face almost daring him.

"Damn it," Derek muttered.

The cursor on his laptop was still waiting.

Fuck it.

It can keep waiting.

[continue on ao3]

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wetdeadroses · 1 day ago

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Hearts Healed

“This’ll only get worse if you don’t let me do anything,” Law said with an exasperated sigh. “I told you, kid,” Corazon said as he placed a hand on Law’s shoulder, “I’m fine. I’ve always been like this.” His lips spread into a broad smile. “I don’t need a doctor.” Law decides to heal the injuries he found as the source of Cora's clumsiness. Corazon isn't sure how he feels about it.

wc: 2.3k

tags: corazon & trafalgar law, corazon is a heart pirate, mild hurt/comfort, chronic pain mentions, corazon's clumsiness is caused by injuries, corazon and law have just been through so much together

i wrote this piece as part of a trade for @the-red-butterfly and am so pleased to share it here as well! thank you so much for this amazing prompt. i'm so honored to have put this together for you!

read on AO3, if you prefer

Law’s concern for Corazon’s health started with something as small as a passing thought, but like a pebble tossed into a still body of water, that concern rippled and spread over time. He noticed how often Corazon would trip over the same foot, or how his wrist would ever-so-slightly buckle when he was ashing a cigarette. Corazon never complained, so Law let it be. That is, until he saw Corazon wince on his way back up from a fall one day. It was fleeting – a split-second of a furrowed brow and a twitch of his lips -- but Law saw it.

Once Law knew Corazon was in pain, there was nothing he could do to stay quiet about it. When Corazon turned down a check-up, Law tried to inquire more about any major accidents he might have had before they met, but he was met with a brick wall, which only fueled Law’s temper.

Today was no different. Law and Corazon were on the deck of the Polar Tang when he stumbled, nearly launching himself over the railing and into the sea. Law intervened in time, but Corazon landed on the deck with a tumble anyway.

Law supposed that as a doctor, he couldn’t help saying something each time it happened. He struggled to understand why Corazon wouldn’t utilize Law’s medical skills to evaluate the cause of his clumsiness.

“This’ll only get worse if you don’t let me do anything,” Law said with an exasperated sigh.

“I told you, kid,” Corazon said as he placed a hand on Law’s shoulder, “I’m fine. I’ve always been like this.” His lips spread into a broad smile. “I don’t need a doctor.”

Tired of having the same conversation after Corazon’s slips and falls, Law bit his tongue, but not before letting an annoyed tch slip out. There was no denying that Corazon was strong, but over the years, Law felt a breaking point was growing near.

Satisfied with Law’s agreement, Corazon turned away, lighting a cigarette. “Besides, I’m sharper than ever. I feel great!”

“Cora-san!” Almost instantaneously, Corazon’s sleeve caught on fire. Law didn’t miss the precise movement that caused the incident, his eyes watchful of every twitch, every ounce of stiffness.

Once Corazon had been extinguished, Law straightened, adjusting his stature to look Corazon in the eyes. “Why do you brush me off every time I bring this up? Do you not trust me?”

Corazon softened as he held Law’s stare. “Of course I trust you, kid.” He took a drag of his cigarette, which was slightly rumpled in the commotion, and shifted his gaze from Law. “It’s just not worth your time to look into. It doesn’t bother me.”

“Don’t lie.”

“Law, you have to let this go.”

Law would not – could not – let it go. He didn’t know how to explain to Corazon why it was so important to him that he took care of himself. His fists tightened. Law wanted to argue, to grab Corazon by the shoulders and shake him until he understood, but he wouldn’t give in.

“After everything you have done for me, you must understand why I can’t do that.”

Corazon stiffened. The slightest hint of surprise played across his features, along with another expression which Law couldn’t place.

“Please, Cora-san. Let me help,” Law pleaded. “At least let me get to a diagnosis.”

Corazon’s silence stretched over the Polar Tang toward the never-ending blue horizon. It wore so thin that Law wanted to gasp for air, but he held firm, allowing the space for Corazon to listen, to understand what Law was truly saying.

“A diagnosis,” Corazon finally drawled, tasting the idea between his lips, a tendril of smoke quivering in response. “Fine. But don’t waste too much of your time on this, kid. I don’t want you distracted from your dream.”

. . .

The sick bay was frigid and meticulously organized. Some referred to it as an extension of Law himself, although the captain believed that was a superficial statement, and that the bay was specifically designed for efficiency and safety. Cold as it was, Law felt a bead of sweat roll down his back as he explained the examinations he would perform on Corazon.

“First, I’m going to test your range of motion, and follow with an X-ray,” Law explained to Corazon, who sat awkwardly on the exam table. “I’d also like a more thorough understanding of your medical history.”

“I don’t have one.”

“You’re telling me you have no idea what kind of medical conditions you’ve had in the past? Injuries? Anything?” Law took a step toward Corazon. Corazon shifted away from him.

“I couldn’t possibly begin to list my injuries,” Corazon said, pursing his lips. “I didn’t exactly keep track of them.”

Law supposed that wasn’t entirely out of character for Corazon, considering his colorful past. “Fine.” He motioned to the open space of the sick bay. “Stand up.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Nothing, at least for this first part. I’ll have you practice a few movements on your own. If I see any signs of limitation or pain, we’ll do some assisted movements.”

Corazon’s face grew flushed as he bent and stretched as per Law’s instructions. When the exercises switched to his legs, Corazon was sweating with concentration. Before he could complete the first movement, he stumbled.

Law used his shoulder to brace Corazon, guiding him back to his feet. “That’s enough standing for now.”

Corazon shrugged Law off of him the instant he regained his balance. “I’m fine.”

Law’s brow creased, a retort crawling up his throat, but something in Corazon’s expression stopped him in his tracks. He rarely avoided looking at Law when they spoke, but Corazon had been looking in any direction except his since they started. He seemed… guarded, in a way that Law hadn’t quite seen before.

Law cleared his throat, softening, as Corazon returned to his seat on the exam bed. “You don’t have to be,” he murmured. “If you’re not.”

Some weight came off Corazon’s shoulders — ever so slightly, but he was lighter all the same — as he registered what Law was saying. “It’s that obvious, is it?” Corazon chuckled.

“That’s not what I meant,” Law argued. He wasn’t necessarily known for his bedside manner. But for Cora, he would try. “I was trying to say that if you’re nervous or if you’re in pain, then you can tell me. I’m not here to judge you.”

Corazon stared at Law, taken aback. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out, so he closed it again. Law’s words merely hung in the air, wrapping around Corazon in a considerate embrace.

“Just don’t hide it anymore, okay?” The words came out with more gentleness than Law planned.

Law’s surprise at his own voice must have been all over his face, because a hearty laugh poured out of Corazon, straight from his chest. He could only stand there, clenching his fists as Cora’s eyes watered with roaring howls of entertainment.

“Alright, doctor,” Corazon said as his laughter faded. “Let’s keep going.”

With minimal complaints, Corazon allowed Law to manipulate the joints in his legs, from hip to ankle. He couldn’t help but twitch a few times at the strange sensation.

“Do any of these movements hurt?” Law asked.

Corazon pondered the question as Law bent one of his knees. “It feels the same as it always does.”

Law stiffened. “Is that a yes or a no?”

“Yes,” Cora sighed.

After gently releasing Corazon’s leg, Law turned away, considering. “Let’s move on to your X-ray.”

After giving Corazon instructions and calling upon his devil fruit ability, Law performed the X-ray, studying the bones and joints throughout his body. He nearly bit his tongue as he took in the sight of it. It was a map of every damage Cora could ever have taken - and it was… a lot.

Law’s thoughts tripped one over the other. How could Cora have ended up like this? Nothing in his imagination would have aligned with Cora's countless injuries.

His eyes fixated on one particular deformity on Rosinante’s left tibia. It was clear that the bone had broken at least twice, and the breaks had obviously healed incorrectly. There were similar cases in several areas of Cora’s body. What concerned him more was the scar tissue that seemed to have encased countless areas, especially in his joints.

Law’s hand twitched. He knew Cora had a higher threshold for withstanding pain, but this… He hadn’t the words to describe what it must be like to live in this state. Why didn’t you tell me? All these years, Law could have helped.

“Tell you what?” Cora said, his hushed voice riddled with concern.

The question hung in the room, turning the air stale as Law realized his thoughts escaped him. Law clenched a fist before releasing it with a sigh. It would do more harm than good to go after Corazon for hiding his struggle. It mattered more that they were dealing with it now.

“Nothing,” Law breathed. “I’ve seen what I needed to see.”

Corazon eyed Law momentarily, as if sensing the hesitation Law had worked through. He couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious after the examination, but he was more grateful for Law’s patience than anything.

He took a breath, steadying himself, before standing. “I need a smoke.”

. . .

The waters carrying the Polar Tang were choppy, each ripple and movement glistening in the afternoon sun. Corazon sat before Law as he took long drags of a cigarette, his expression unreadable.

Law figured it would be most efficient to get straight to the facts. This part, he was reasonably certain about. “Your diagnosis is straightforward. You have several fractures that did not heal in the correct alignment, which impedes your balance, gait, and other aspects of your mobility.”

Corazon merely watched the water in the distance, motionless.

“The reason I describe it as straightforward is that it is a relatively simple process to repair. Then, there will be an adjustment period in which you will need to strengthen your body to adapt to the new formation of the bones.” Having completed his summary, Law shifted his weight, assessing Corazon’s reaction.

“Doesn’t sound simple to me,” Corazon muttered on an exhale. “Sounds like you’d be spending far too much time cleaning up a mess that isn’t yours.”

“Just because it isn’t mine, doesn’t mean it isn’t worth helping. You don’t have to carry this burden alone,” Law sighed. “We’re in this together, don’t you know that?”

Corazon’s eyes shone as he considered. Yes, they’d been to the end of the world and back, and Corazon would do it again to save Law, but it felt like a different experience to receive that care in return. Selfish, even.

Before Corazon could try and wiggle his way out of Law’s care, Law smiled at him, as bright as the rays of sunshine cascading down on him. “You won’t have to live in pain anymore, Cora-san.”

Ah, that was it. The joy of Law’s peace of mind was worth a thousand times more than Cora was about to undergo. That singular missing piece fell into place as he pictured Law with one fewer worry, one less fear. Corazon couldn’t help but give whatever it took to make that happen.

“You never give up, do you, kid?” Corazon chuckled. “When do we start?”

. . .

The procedure went exactly as Law said it would - it took several hours of operation to fully mend each old fracture; and simple didn’t necessarily mean easy, but they only needed to go through this once. One procedure, and a journey through recovery, but Corazon and Law would not have to do it again.

Several months passed after Corazon’s surgery, and he could not deny the immense relief he felt. While he still struggled with his hand mobility at times, he was able to walk on inclines without the wobbly feeling in his steps, and that was a major shift in how he experienced the world.

Teaching his body to move all over again was no easy feat, and he often felt far more vulnerable than he had been in his old clumsiness. Ultimately, while there were “great” days, there were ones where the frustration of learning how to use his body got to him. Again, he was startled to find that he was met with compassion.

Today was much the same. The crew had just finished breakfast, and Law had sat with Corazon to talk while Corazon had his post-meal smoke.

“How are you feeling today?” Law had asked.

Corazon struggled with his lighter once, twice, three times, before the spark caught. “Fine,” he mumbled.

“Did you do your hand exercises this morning?”

Cora strained to avoid Law’s knowing look - the one that said don’t lie or I’ll know. “I’ll do them later.”

“That’s what you said yesterday,” Law pointed out. “And now you’re paying for it.”

Corazon groaned. “It’s not getting any easier.”

“Improvement isn’t linear,” Law grumbled. “It won’t always feel like you’re improving, but you must keep going. If you stop when you think you’ve hit the ceiling, you’ll never know if it could be better.”

“Is this how you felt when you were a kid?” The thought had just occurred to Corazon.

“What, you mean feeling like I was relentlessly pushed to work hard and get better by some crazy person, even though I didn’t always want to?” Law gave him a mirthful grin. “All the time.”

“Damn,” Corazon muttered. There was no getting out of it then - not when Law gave him the benefit of the doubt all those years ago.

Cora supposed he was lucky; luckier than he ever thought he could have been, to have taken a chance on a kid who deserved better. As it turns out, they both did.

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crookedt44th · 9 months ago

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JR.1 WELCOME HOME | LMH

PAIRINGS ➳ lee minho x gender-neutral reader (cora)

GENRE ➳ friends to lovers ◦ slow burn ◦ heavy angst ◦ horror ◦ psychological thriller ◦ fantasy ◦ slight humor ◦ ghosts ◦ will add more later!

WARNINGS ➳ mental issues (derealization) ◦ memory loss ◦ inappropriate language ◦ suggestive themes, but no smut ◦ death ◦ gore(?) ◦ smoking ◦ lots of drug and alcohol use ◦ cruel society ◦ adult life crisis ◦ bad life decisions ◦ religious themes ◦ class struggles ◦ hallucinations ◦ will add more later!

WC ➳ 3,000+

STATUS ➳ Ongoing.

ABOUT ➳ After dropping out of college, Cora returns home to their small town of Stormvillie with the hopes of reconnecting with their friends they left behind and resuming their carefree previous life. However, things have changed since then. Their friends have grown up and changed, and home seems different now. The wind is getting colder and the leaves are falling. As the night gets darker, strange things are happening.

And there's something in the woods.

NIGHT IN THE WOODS SERIES

CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORIES

Scott Street - Phoebe Bridgers started playing ...

Walking Scott Street, feeling like a stranger

With an open heart, open container

I’ve got a stack of mail and a tall can

It’s a shower bear, it’s a payment plan

Even though quitting college was the hardest decision I made, I was relieved to be back in my hometown. There I was on the train, listening to music and settled into my seat comfortably. I knew I had arrived in Stormville when I spotted the streets I knew so well and the cafe I used to go to every day when I was a teenager. As it reaches an intersection, a train blows its horn. Picking up my backpack and suitcase, I stood up from my seat and waited for the train doorway to slide open. I began to search around for my parents when I got off the train, but they weren't there. I sat down on the nearby bench to wait some more in case they hadn't arrived.

Well, this is great. I mean I didn’t expect a party or anything, but I figured someone would be here.

I reached into my backpack and took out the book I had brought from the city. Victoria Schwab’s City of Ghosts. My grandpa gave me this as a gift before he passed away, along with a touching note. This book was really special to me. I missed him a lot.

I cast a quick peek at the open train doors. I could have sworn there were plenty of people on the train, but it was entirely empty. It was really packed in the city two hours ago. Odd.

Once again, I did not see my parents when I looked up. They must have forgotten about me. Moreover, my phone just died. With a loud groan, I stood up from the bench, gathered my belongings, and headed to find the train station's exit. Looking to my left, I saw a janitor leaving the ticket counter with his toolbox, but I stopped him before he went anywhere.

“Hey, excuse me. Do you know where everybody is?”

"It’s 9:52. It’s closed," the janitor said. "And no one ever gets off the bus to Stormville nowadays." A loud notice stating that there would be a delay in the train from Stormville to the city. I suppose there was a breakdown. "Looks like I've got a job to do. See you around." He offered me a smile before entering the train to do his job. Looking up at the train station's building, I started noticing how much it had changed. The last time I visited, the trains weren't running well, and the ticket booths were abandoned.

I roamed around till I arrived at the playground, which was a spot I knew well. I rushed to play on the swings, experiencing a surge of nostalgia. Right as soon as I began to swing, I was taken back to the times when my friends and I would swing ourselves a little too high in the air and compete to see who could land the perfect jump. A chilly breeze blew in my face as I continued to swing higher and higher, moving my legs back and forth. I swung back, took my hands off from the chains, and jumped when I thought the moment was right for me to land. I was confident I would land perfectly on my feet this time, but instead I ended up on my knees, then my face on the rough mulch. With a sigh, I realized that no matter how hard I try, I won't ever be able to land on my feet and end up always hurting myself.

I laid there for a while. I rolled over so I could lie on my back and look at the dark blue sky with a large, beautiful moon. It felt strangely comfy, and I didn't want to get up, but I had a family to come home to. Just as I lifted myself off the ground, a flash of light shone on my face. I rubbed my eyes and glanced up to see my aunt standing there, still dressed in her police uniform, with a flashlight beaming on my face.

"Welcome home, Cora." Although Aunt shot me a blank look, I continued to send her a smile.

"Oh hey, Auntie. Been a while"

"Yup. And you’re still scurrying around like a cat." Shaking her head at me and letting out a sigh, she walked down the parking lot to her car. "Get in my car, it’s getting late." She shouted. I hurriedly got up, ran back to where my stuff was beside the swings, and made my way to her car.

A long, silent ride aside from a radio playing. I took a quick tour around her police patrol vehicle, noting the camera next to the rearview mirror, an MDT in front of the radio, and her walkie-talkie, which was still blaring. Afterwards, I cast a sidelong glance at her; she continued to give off a sense of severity that brought back memories of how I used to be scared of her. Because of this, it was difficult to try to get along with her. As we drove by, I gazed out the window, noticing the closed shops and lonely streets.

"Cora, why did you come back?" Her abrupt comments made me flinch, and I turned my head slightly in her direction. Aunt's expression remained fixed on the road.

“I just wanted to.”

“Oh. Alright.”

“...”

Here comes the awkward silence.

“Be careful around here this time.”

Nevermind.

“Okay? Thanks.”

"I'm serious," she replied, staring briefly at me before returning her attention to the road.

“Alright, alright. I heard you.”

“...”

“So–”

“We’re here.”

When she pulled into my driveway, I got out of the car right away. I stopped to wave her off and she grinned slightly. With a pout, I tilted my head and watched Aunt driving away. I shrugged and walked towards the front door of my house, ringing the doorbell. I crept to peer through the front door's window, and when I eventually caught a glimpse of my dad, I smiled broadly. I saw his stunned expression when he opened the door wide.

"Cora! Wasn't you supposed to come home tomorrow night?" Ah, I see why. I forgot he hardly remembers anything.

“No, dad. It was today. I kind of figured you’d forget.”

“Oh, darling, I am so sorry. Please come inside, it is really cold out.” Dad helped pick up your bags and brought them upstairs.

I was hit by a familiar aroma of cinnamon and vanilla as soon as I stepped into the house. Mom had to have lit that candle. There were still several framed pictures of me and my parents hanging on the wall beside the stairs. I glanced over to see the old television playing in the living room. Newspapers strewn out and a cup of tea on the wooden coffee table. I came to sit down on a couch to wait for my dad. After a while, he returned with another cup of tea and placed it gently in front of me.

"Be careful, kid. It's still really hot." He smiled warmly at me. I nodded, watching as the steam from my hot tea dissipated.

“Where’s Mom?”

"Oh, right! She's still working. You'll see her in the morning, so don't worry." Dad gave me a shoulder pat. With his tea in his other hand, he picked up his newspaper and started to read. It dawned on me that I was at last back home after spending two chaotic and busy years in a huge city. Although I had a good time, it wasn't where I wanted to be. I picked up my cup with care and sipped the tea before getting up to head to my room.

"I'm going to my room now. Thank you for the tea, Dad."

Again grinning, he looked up at me and said, "Alright! Have a pleasant dream, okay?" With a nod, I turned to head up the stairs. As I made my way to my room, I saw that it had a little whiteboard hung up and a door covered with stickers. "Not Here Anymore!" It read with a heart indented. I chuckled. It surprised me that it hadn't been erased yet.

I opened the door and there it was, my comfort zone. There were a few fairy lights and band posters hanging on the wall, along with an empty desk, a cleanly made bed with old white pillows and blue plaid sheets, and several books scattered all over the place. The tapestry of a skeleton over the desk is being used as a curtain to block the window. On the left, there's a record player on the top of the drawer and an abandoned acoustic guitar next to the mirror. Shutting the door, I hopped onto the bed. Not when I was lying in this extremely comfortable bed, did I feel the need to change clothing.

I rolled over in bed and examined every poster on the wall until my eyes were drawn to something, which caused me to rapidly sit up. The old friends, with whom I hadn't spoken in a long time, and myself on a Polaroid. I took a closer look by moving to the edge of the bed and snatching the polaroid. Minho, the brunette guy, wrapped his arm around my neck and waved a peace sign. Behind us were two kids, Jisung and Chan. After I left for college, we stopped talking for a while, but sometimes they would send me short messages like "I miss you" and "how are you." Even though they were the ones who were happy for me when I got accepted into college, looking at this polaroid made me a little anxious about seeing them again. It would definitely not be too bad to see Jisung and Chan again, but it would be with Minho.

The most heartbreaking thing I had to do was tell my best friend Minho that I was moving out of town and that we wouldn't be seeing each other for a while. Given that we had been friends since middle school, I could tell he was upset when I broke the news to him. I would be lying if I said I wasn't sad and that I wished he could come with me to college. But before I could talk it out with him for the last time, he suddenly cut ties with me after learning the news and made every effort to avoid speaking with me ever again. We’ve never bid our goodbyes together.

I felt even more sad as I thought back on the past memories. My polaroid was put back up on the wall. I stood up from my bed and opened my backpack. I took out the two cameras, my laptop, and my phone from my backpack together with their chargers. After charging the devices and placing them on my desk, I unzipped my luggage to find my pajamas and changed into them. I hopped back into bed after turning out the light, feeling more at ease and prepared to sleep for the next eight hours.

There’s helicopters over my head

Every night when I go to bed

Spending money and I earned it

When I’m lonely, that’s when I’ll burn it

September 22, 8:32 a.m.

I woke up to the smell of breakfast and coffee coming from the kitchen and checked my alarm clock, which read 8 a.m. Sitting up, I yawned and rubbed my eyes to see better. I dragged myself out of bed, grabbed my necessities, and proceeded to the bathroom to brush my teeth. After flossing my teeth and rearranging all of my stuff, I returned to my room to change.

I was going through my luggage again, trying to decide what to wear, when I remembered I had this band shirt that I had kept for years in my closet. I went to my closet in search of them, and that's where I discovered the gray The Smiths shirt. I changed into a black pair of ripped jeans and a shirt. I didn't forget the flannel, of course.

I ran down the stairs and to the kitchen, and when I finally saw my mom, I was hit by a wave of nostalgia again. She made pancakes today and prepared a mug of hot coffee for me.

“Welcome home!” Mom exclaimed with a big smile. “I am deeply sorry about yesterday, I really thought you were coming home tonight. I wanted to make up to you by making your favorite breakfast!”

“Oh, mom. It’s okay, at least I’m here now.” I picked up my fork and knife to cut the pancakes in four.

“Cora, sweetie?”

“Yeah?” I continued to eat.

“Is everything all right?”

I abruptly stopped, looking up at my mom’s concerned face.

“I’m fine, mom.”

“Well, that’s good. It’s just.. That’s not usually something a college sophomore does.”

“I know.” I continued to go back to eating.

“You can tell me anything-”

“Can we talk about this another time?”

I dismissed my mom's concern and continued to stare down at my nearly done pancakes, feeling instantly bad.

"Talk to me whenever you need, okay?" Mom said, sighing. After giving her a nod and finishing the last of my pancakes, I got up from my chair.

"Also, Mom, do you happen to know where my friends are? Jisung, Chan, and..." I hesitated, wondering if it would be appropriate to finally meet Minho after we had been apart for two years. But I won't be able to sleep easily unless I know how he's doing today. "And Minho."

"As far as I know, Jisung is working at the Safe in Sound record store! Chan probably works at his dad's outlet store as well." Mom said, picking up the plates and carrying them to the sink to wash them. I accepted her response with a nod and waited to find out about Minho, even

though I wasn't supposed to be worried about him because I knew he probably hates me. Honestly, it didn't really matter. Just as I turned to walk away, my mother spoke. "I was at Poppy's Coffee the last time I saw Minho. He works there."

"Oh. Cool. Guess everyone is at work these days."

"He will be happy to see you. He wouldn't be mad at his best friend for following their dreams." Mom smiled as she turned to face me. "Don't come home too late, okay? Have a nice day."

I decided it would be best to meet Jisung first, before everyone else, and before Minho. Strolling down the well-known streets, observing the stores and realizing they are now newly opened businesses. Well, it's still in construction. There are a lot of construction workers here. That being said, the doughnut shop, which I used to go to often, was still open. I pulled out my wallet to see if I had enough money to buy my friends a single doughnut or two, but there was nothing like a fly sticking out of it. With a shrug, I shoved my wallet into the back pocket of my pants and carried on walking around the streets.

Next to the statue of the founder that was pointing directly at me, there was a boy who seemed to be a middle schooler, playing on his nintendo ds. I approached him and saw what game he was playing. “Pokemon.. Classic.” He looked up at me, eyes widened.

“Oh, Cora right?” I nodded and the boy continued to go back, focusing on his game, “I’m Lori. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Awesome, I’m assuming they’re bad.”

“Well, everyone was saying you beat the kid up to the hospital. Even my mother told me to stay away from you.”

“Oh, boo. He was mean to my friend.”

“Is it that guy, Minho?” I gulped.

“...No. A girl.”

“Why are you being so awkward when I mentioned that guy?”

“I’m not- That’s none of your business, little dude.” Reminded that I still needed to meet Jisung, I walked away.

When I finally made it to the record store, I waited anxiously in front of the door for a minute, imagining what might happen. I relaxed and eventually made my way inside. There were numerous vinyl record boxes arranged on each table, and the speakers mounted on the wall were blasting loud rock music. And there were a bunch of band t-shirts in another area. CDs and cassette tapes were in the rear. I headed towards the classic rock section and browsed the records that I would purchase if I were rich at the moment. Then I heard the door shut from what I thought was the rear of the store, and that's when I remembered why I had come here in the first place. I looked up and walked to the location of the noise, where I saw a man locking the office door. His hair was blue, and he was wearing a leather jacket over a Misfits shirt with a few bands and drawing patches on his blue denim pants. Yup, that’s Jisung.

He froze and his eyes widened as soon as he spun around and looked up at me. I lifted up my hand to offer him a small wave and nervously chuckled at his reaction. I continued to stand awkwardly in front of Jisung, who massaged his eyes and then peered to make sure it was really me. That's when he started flashing me the big smile I used to miss so much.

“Oh. My. GOD!” Jisung exclaimed loudly, jumping up and down. For the first time in a long time, I laughed and raced to give him the longest hug I could give; he hugged me so tightly that I nearly passed out. "Cora! Holy shit!”

While holding me, he screamed in my ears. I attempted to withdraw, but he would not let me. "Hey! Not only are you suffocating me, but you're also making my ears go deaf!" When he finally let go of me, we looked at each other for a moment to see what had changed.

"And you're looking at me for an uncomfortable amount of time." I said as we laughed our asses off once more.

"Dude, can you blame me? It had been, what? Two years!" Jisung yelled once again, which made me cry with laughter. "Plus, you haven't texted us in a long time. We never forgot about you, you know? Not when you're our coolest friend."

Even though Jisung's comments were making me feel a little emotional already, it made me think of Minho again. If not every day, then at least occasionally, I wondered if he ever thought about me. Hell, I wondered if he ever felt bad for shoving me away like that. I wondered if he had ever cared about me. Jisung's voice stunned me after I had been zoning out for a moment.

"I am SO going to tell Chan and Vanna about this!" Excitedly, he took his phone out of the pocket of his leather jacket and began texting them, pacing back and forth.

"Wait, Vanna?" I frowned. It's been a while since I heard from her.

"Oh, right! That Vanna, yes. She’s sort of our backup for the drummer." He responded, illustrating every word with hand motions.

"You guys still play in a band?" I let out a gasp.

"Yes! But it's been almost a month since we last played since, you know, we've been pretty busy lately." With a sigh, Jisung peered around the shop until all of a sudden he stopped and held up his index finger at me. "Wait here. I have a gift for you.” I nodded, giving that air of confusion, and then I went back to the place I had been at before, looking through every box in the classic rock section. I eventually grew bored and started exploring the store's various categories. Punk, indie, R&B, metal, and many other genres were represented. As I browsed the indie section, contemplating which records to purchase later if I had an opportunity, my attention was drawn to a certain album. Young The Giant's self-titled album. When I remembered how often Minho used to play this record whenever I visited his place, I started to feel emotional again—for the hundredth time. To be honest, I could list a lot of bands that make me think of him. Why does he never text me? Not even an apology at least?

I exhaled deeply, carefully set down the record, and took another look around the shop. Then I noticed a piece of paper that was pinned to the bulletin board beside the entrance door. I moved in closer to examine the paper, and to my surprise, it was a missing poster with a familiar face. A photo of a young, attractive, long blonde haired man with freckles and a lovely smile. Felix Lee.

"He has been missing for a year now." The abrupt voice startled me, so I turned to face the redhead guy immediately. It took me a moment to realize, though, that it was one of my friends. Chan. He had on a black hoodie and ripped jeans with a chain connected.

"You scared the hell out of me. Fuck you." I gave him the hardest shoulder blow I could manage. His laughter got so loud, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I refused to look at him and crossed my arms. He laughed again, seeing that I was being a little whiny child. "Oh my god, stop it. I'm going to kill you."

"All right, all right. I'll stop. Come here." Chan invited you to give him a hug by spreading his arms wide. I smiled and moved to offer him the same long embrace that I gave Jisung, but this one was much softer and more welcome. "I missed you, kiddo."

"I missed you, too." We both pulled away from the hug, and I saw Chan's eyes shift to Felix's missing poster.

"Do you know what really happened to him?"

"Not really. Y’know at first, I thought he just disappeared without a word.” He sighed, folding his arms. “I can't stop worrying about whether or not he is safe, even if we are no longer friends."

"I remember he told me how he always wanted to escape this town." I recalled.

"Yeah." Chan muttered.

"Damn, no need to get too dark." We both turned to look at Jisung as he held up two vinyl records: Fleetwood Mac and Agents of Fortune by Blue Oyster Cult. "Sorry for the wait. I had to go through a lot of limited edition boxes and all that shit."

"My favorite albums!" I gasped and reached for the vinyls. "Wait, you don't have to give this to me for free."

"But I really want to! I'm just glad to have you back, so please have this as a gift." After Jisung's comments, my heart warmed, and I placed the vinyls down on the counter to give him another embrace. Chan then joined in. Moving to a new city for college and spending the last two years living alone in a dorm didn't go as planned. Especially, not having any friends meant that I had no one to talk to. Really, though, I'm glad to be back where I belong—among my best friends, with whom I've missed spending a lot of time with.

"Oh hey, Vanna!" Jisung said, releasing his hug to welcome Vanna. Chan and I also greeted her, though I was suddenly nervous because I hadn't spoken to Vanna since the last year of middle school. She appeared to be a lot different than before. Short black hair with micro bangs, dressed entirely in black. Denim vest over a long-sleeved top, fingerless fishnet gloves, and leggings. She wore a black pearl necklace around her vest's collar and carried a leather bag.

"Oh, did I just ruin your emotional reunion? Oops.” Vanna murmured, staring at Jisung and Chan with a blank expression before turning to face me. I gave an awkward little smile and waved. "Surprised to see you back, I guess."

Jisung began clapping with his hands and bouncing up and down. "This is going to be the greatest day, week, month, and year ever, without a doubt!"

"You're going to hear this a thousand times this week, but we're really happy to have you back," Chan jokes. "For real."

"Yeah. For real." Vanna agreed while maintaining her blank stare. "Amazing day to be back as well. There will be a party tonight. In the woods. If you're down." Vanna crossed her legs and leaned against the counter, waiting for anyone to respond. I turned to face Chan and Jisung, who both nodded, indicating that their work shifts end in the afternoon and that they were good to go. I wanted to ask a question before I even decided to go.

"Uhm, is Minho going?" The room went dead silence when I asked a question about Minho, who doesn't talk to me anymore and they knew that. Vanna frowned in confusion at the question, but she took it as an excuse to play on her phone and avoid being involved. However, Jisung and Chan appeared a little afraid to respond. I became afraid as well, immediately projecting the worst-case scenarios about Minho.

"Before you overthink, kiddo, Minho is alive and well." Chan scratched his head and sighed. "We just don't talk anymore." Head down, Jisung nodded in agreement with Chan. Oh, damn.

"But you guys act like he's dead." I laughed, causing them to both chuckle too. "But what happened?"

"Well, remember how he just cut you off after you told him you were leaving? So, when you left, Jisung and I tried to talk to Minho, and things got, you know, complicated."

“That doesn't really help at all, Chan. I'll never get why he was so mad at me for leaving. We have phones, so it's not like I was going to stop talking to him."

"He wasn't mad!" Jisung chimed in right away, saying, "It was something more, like— Dude, I dunno! If only his ass wouldn't be such a goddamn wimp, or at least be honest rather than so damned stubborn—" Chan quickly covered Jisung's mouth while Vanna, who was still engrossed in her phone, walked out bidding goodbye. But his outburst over Minho confused me even more.

"I really want to tell you what it is, though I'm sure Minho would like to talk to you now that you're back. He wasn't upset about you leaving, and he doesn't hate you. Just... maybe talk it out properly this time if you see him." Chan, like a sweetheart, gave me a tiny piece of advice while still covering Jisung's mouth, who begged him to let go. "Also, to finally answer your question, he'll definitely be there tonight."

I guess now is the time to discover the truth and solve the mystery.

Do you feel ashamed

When you hear my name?

Having spent a few hours at Jisung's workplace, I went home to change for the party. Because I was never a party or formal type, I didn't have a lot of party clothes. Wearing something a little more simple, though, shouldn't harm anyone. I then put on a pair of dirty black Converse, blue denim ripped jeans, and a long sleeve black and white striped shirt that I had tucked in. The floor was a little messy now that the clothes had been tossed around trying to figure out what to wear. Vanna texted me to let me know she was on her way, so I hurried to get a crossbody purse and stuff my Polaroid camera inside. And finally, I snuck into my mom's bathroom to use her antique floral perfume.

The sound of the honk from outside, indicating that Vanna was here, had me running downstairs. When I got inside the car, Jisung and Chan were also there, and so I sat next to Jisung. While the other three were chatting and the radio played random songs, I propped my head against the window and observed the several trees we passed. Throughout the twenty minutes of the drive, Jisung continued to move himself closer to the front to discuss his conspiracy theories with Vanna and Chan. Even though we were all adults now, we hadn't changed a bit.

When we arrived, it appeared to be a deserted camping spot where a group of kids had gathered for a party. After exiting the vehicle, Chan struck up a conversation with some of the kids lingering in the parking lot. Vanna, In the meantime, had vanished somewhere, and Jisung and I were attempting to find our way to the party. There was a band playing, a bonfire, lights strung from trees, and the party was held by the lake. The band started playing, and everyone in the pit began to dance along. To the left, a few tables were set up with snacks and drinks. The ice cooler, which holds beer, was next to the table.

Jisung shouted that we should start drinking before jumping in the pit. I knew I would regret this, but why not? You only get one chance at life. Jisung grabbed my hand as we went to the ice cooler to grab a beer for each of us. I started to sip a tiny bit and laughed when I glanced over to find Jisung drinking half a can already. It had been a long time since the last time I drank and that very same day I threw up a thousand times on Chan’s toilet, so I wasn't really sure whether or not to down today. Although I could already feel myself getting a little tipsy with each sip and decided to just fuck it and finish the can. After consuming the last of the beer cans and throwing them in the trash, Jisung and I joined in to dance.

We had been singing along to our favorite songs for quite some time, and I was laughing so hard at Jisung's headbanging that I lost my voice. Now when it was time to take a break and get some fresh air, I told Jisung that I was going to be by the campfire and he gave me the thumbs up. I made my way through the mass of people who were partying a little too hard and looked for a bonfire that was located up in the hill. I pulled out my phone and played on it for a little bit, only browsing social media, which I hadn't used in a long time, as I sat down on the log. I eventually felt that I was growing bored and chose to take in the gorgeous lake view from this location. I could feel myself about to vomit, but I had to contain it in order not to embarrass myself in front of people. Despite the fact that there was no one around the bonfire and just a small ice cooler. When I opened it, I thought maybe there might be a water bottle inside, but all I found was beer. Shrugging, I took another one of these anyway.

"Do you still not have a new shirt that you promised to buy me after you puked in it last time?" I froze all at once. Oh, that voice. I carefully set my beer down on my knee, afraid to glance up at the man I've been getting worked up over. He moved to sit next to me, took up the log sticks, and gave one to me. Bewildered and unwilling to look up, I took hold of the stick and watched what he was doing. There were crackers, chocolate bars, and packets of marshmallows that I was probably too drunk to notice earlier. He put a marshmallow on a stick and moved it closer to the flames. I finally compelled myself to glance up at his side profile as he was doing so, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken. It was really Minho. Plus, he was far more attractive. Wide-leg jeans with a plaid flannel worn over and a black shirt tucked in. This time, his hair had changed to a copper reddish brown color.

"You're here." After a while, I spoke.

"So are you." He laughed softly. I missed hearing that sound.

I was staring at the side of his face until he turned to look directly into my eyes. How pretty his eyes were. That lovely smile of his. Oh, dude, I really missed him.

"We also have a lot to talk about." Minho added, "and a big apology."

Anyway, don’t be a stranger.

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Historically.. We don't mix. pt. 2

Law x fem!Reader, College AU

Pt. 1

Notes: Sorry i took forever, i kinda forgot i even posted this... HERES PT 2!!! let me know about any ponderances or possibly any errors... i dont have a beta reader or anything.. ALSO i could not come up with a nickname for reader..... so in the chat rooms i put "Y:" for "You". PLEASE tell me suggestions i will go back and fix it :D

WC: 2526

Back at the dorm that Law and Bepo shared, there was no chatter. Law was simply laying in bed with his laptop open to 5 tabs, one for each of the classes he was taking. He was taking all history classes this semester, since his counselor told him to. He would definitely miss the bio information but he did like history. Scrolling through each class, he breezed through all of the syllabus quizzes. Once he felt satisfied, it was onto checking his email, with one catching his attention.

“DIRE!! MAKE AN APPOINTMENT OR TEXT ME ITS EMERGENT!” The email title felt like a scam but he knew it was not, in fact it was a daily burden. The man who had sent it, his counselor and adoptive father, always communicated like this. After opening the email, he found himself irritated again, Cora had only wanted to remind him that classes start today.

“How would I not know?” Law muttered to himself. Reading through the email, then deciding he had been too neglectful of the man Law opened up their chat.

L: I know it was the first day, I got to my first two classes on time. C: Good!!! I miss you! <3 C: Any new friends?! C: Do you like your professors?? I hand picked them :D L: Hand picked? You are making me socialize on purpose. C: Not true! Nico Robin is the smartest! She already had her masters by the time most have an associates! L: The classes are fine. Bepo made a friend, her name is Perona. C: Oh! Mihawk’s kid! Good to know she’s here! Is his step-daughter here too? Maybe y/n? L: Yes. C: Oh! I heard she’s similar to you! Maybe you two can be friends or something? L: How long did you have to think to come up with this plan of yours? C: No idea what you are talking about…. L: Cora. C: … C: Anyways, have you gotten all the textbooks you need? C: I want to make sure you find them all! C: It's my job, you know. L: I still have two more classes to go to tomorrow, but i’ll be fine. L: Thanks. C: Anything for you! We should meet for lunch soon! I can make you salmon rice balls! Like when you were still a baby… remember? You loved my cooking! L: I did not. You should not be in a kitchen alone, Ill meet you on friday at 11. L: Don’t start until i'm there. Please. C: Okay !!!!! C: I'll see you then law! C: Cant wait ! C: Sleep tight <3<3<3

Law closed his laptop, relaxing his shoulders. He glanced over and Bepo was already asleep. He kicked off his blanket and got up to go to the bathroom. After he finished his business, washing his hands like any good bio major, he strolled to the microwave area. He had only wanted water but he saw the picture of him holding a letter, standing next to Cora. Staring at it, he wondered why the giant had wanted him to socialize so much. It’s not like he never sees human faces, or stays inside all day everyday. He just liked being alone when he could, no one to ask him stupid questions.

After finishing his water, Law went back to bed.

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The two went through the rest of the week, meeting each other an embarrassing amount of times. Neither one had any reason to talk to the other, so they didn’t. Until Wednesday rolled around, and they were back in Nico Robin’s class.

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“Someone has it out for me. I know it for sure” You wrote in your journal, along with the date and class name. Looking at Law, like you had these past two days, made you realize it more.

“I have pissed off whatever god actually exists and they want me to repent. There is no way that all four of my classes are naturally shared with Trafalgar.” You finish scribbling away in your journal, just in time.

“Okay, pass forward the paper I handed out to you. This was just a fun assignment to see what areas we, as a class, are most interested in.” She spoke smoothly, with an even tone. It was almost like she didn’t care, or like she had done this 20 times.

You heard some of your classmates groan and while you agreed, you thought it was inappropriate to voice that. Tapping a pen on the paper of your journal idly, you waited for more instructions. Even though your classmates weren't raised well, your father had done a fine job with you. You were nice, respectful, studious. Sure you are shy but it's not like it mattered.

Why speak to people and risk being embarrassed if they don’t want to talk to you?

“Okay, as I said before this class is based in groups and communication. Please tell one person about what you studied for this assignment.” Robin had said before sitting at her desk with a book in hand.

Suddenly everyone was talking but you and one other person.

“My assignment is on the Five years war. I chose it because of a coin flip, I found the sources in the library database.” Already you were irritated. Another interaction with the man who had no manners.

“Hello. That is how you start a conversation, who raised you? Anyways, my assignment is on the First Crusade. I chose it because it was the first war I thought of-” “Really? The first? Liar.” He interrupted you, of course a man like him would.

You squinted at him, before responding with “Not lying, I was watching a documentary on the pope a day before class, which made me think of all the holy wars. It's not polite to interrupt people.”

“Okay. I think we have discussed enough.” “Fine.” You scoffed at him mentally, before turning back to face the front of the room.

“Okay now, I want someone to tell me about their partner's work! This is worth participation, as a friendly reminder.” She smiled eerily

You did not raise your hand, in fact you looked away. If you were called on you would end up having to lie, since stupid Trafalgar didn’t tell you anything about his assignment.

“Okay, randomly generated, we will have Mr. Trafalgar, Mr. Reyes, and Ms. Churchill. In that order please.” “My partner researched the First Crusade, she told me that she learned about the context of the war. Specifically Pope Urban the second’s motivations for launching the crusade, who was mainly following the lead of the Byzantine emperor. She also learned about the cost of the war, not only economically but also what it did for the Pope’s approval rating.” Incredible. He pulled all that from his ass? Wasn’t he a double major? How long ago did he even learn that? How was he able to say it so confidently? He is actually smart?! Hold on, he could’ve seen the same documentary you did and just so happened to remember important stuff. But even then, he didn’t even hesitate, he was so confident, even with a professor like Nico Robin.

“Very good, point earned. Mr. Reyes?”

As he relaxed into his chair, you couldn’t help but stare. His hair was sticking out, a bit unruly from his beanie. It was white with weird black spots on it, maybe a statement about faux animal fur? Could he be vegetarian or something? Maybe he likes to hunt? His sideburns went right into his weird facial hair, “should be shaved” was scribbled into your journal, along with “spots?” and of course “T is smart?”. You saw his black hair under his beanie and thought of your father, who would never slouch like the man in front of you was.

“Okay good to hear. This wraps up our class for today, I’ll see you all on monday.”

You started gathering your things, excited to go back to Perona. She promised she would have your favorite food ready for you as soon as your class ended. It was a little weird, but you two always were close.

“Are you always the last to leave?” The sudden voice pulled you from your thoughts, and made you drop your pencil case. No pencils escaped but the case clunked right under whoever had just shocked you. Law, with no expression on his face, immediately thought of his giant adoptive father; who was extremely clumsy.

“No. Are you stalking me? I feel like the campus police or a trusted adult should know about this.” You looked up at him, not reaching for your case at all.

“I’m not, somehow, we have the exact same class schedule. With the exception of my online class.” “That's crazy buddy… Will you grab my case?”

“You can’t get it yourself?” He scoffed and folded his arms.

“I think the reason why I dropped it should be the one to get it for me, no?” You thought he looked childish, folding his arms like he just got told to go to his room.

“Fine.” He reached down, grabbing the case and placing it on your desk, “even though you were closer to the floor… I'm sorry.” He looked away as he said it. Once again you thought he was childish.

You found yourself staring again. This time you noticed his hands, the word ‘death’ tattooed on his fingers, and the heart on the back of his hand. Shocked to say the least.

“Holy shit.” Huh? You said that outloud? Maybe you weren’t nice.

You looked up to see Law’s face, somewhere between shock and disgust.

“Oh uh.. I meant, holy shit your tattoos are cool. They look like they hurt.” Maybe you saved it, you really did mean it in admiration.

“It was painful, but worth it. Bearable at times.” He looked at his hand and held it up between the two of you. Shocked that he held it up for display, you raised your eyebrows. Staring at the tattoo, you were about to reach out and hold his hand closer so you could get a better look at the line work. Then your thoughts were interrupted.

“I know we aren’t on the best terms, but you heard the professor. I think it would be a good idea to bite the bullet and partner up.” He said it so matter-of-factly you almost agreed without realizing you were lost.

“Huh? Partner?” you blinked up at him. “Of course you weren’t paying attention. The collaborative presentation that you and another student must present on the 18th?” He sounded annoyed, but his face wasn’t telling.

“Yes! Sorry I got lost in my thoughts, we might as well partner up. I don’t have anyone else in mind, so I can stick with you.” You finished packing, finally, and stood up. Swinging your bag onto your back, you held out your hand towards him.

“Okay… What is that for?” He nodded down to your hand.

“Give me your phone. I’ll put my email in. We can make a google slide and share it that way.”

He paused, with a semi frown on his face then gave up. He put his phone in your hand, and watched intently as you typed in something. Then you returned his phone, much to his delight.

“Bye then. Just do 5 slides on the First Crusade or whatever other war the pope has started.” He put both of his hands in his pocket as he casually strolled out, leaving you to the room.

“Hey! We should at least pretend you won't be a dick this whole time! Don’t boss me around!” You realized that you had said that just a bit too loud for the circumstances. Maybe you weren’t nice.

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Y: Okay! I just left class, do you have my salmon nigiri? Y: You won't believe how good I was today. P: WHST P: who are you? P: The y/n i know would never ever say that. P: Yes i do have it ready :) Y: I had to partner up with Him :/ Y: The strength Y: Also he has finger tattoos? Y: What the fuck. P: You didn’t see them before? Y: Sir traffy has been through it P: I wonder if hes like some ex-gang member? P: That is such a gang member thing to get tattooed P: Why aren’t you responding? P: Helllllooooooo P: y/n P: y/n P: ….

“Rona! You are literally crazy. I was walking over here, that's why I wasn’t responding.” You closed the door behind you, making sure to lock it.

“Anyways! I’ve never seen you have such a strong reaction! To a guy no less, did he like to recite everything in the declaration of independence?” Perona called out to you while you entered and took off your shoes.

You walked over to the kitchen, where she wasdoing some dishes. Tossing your bag on the couch, then taking a seat at the bar that was connected to the kitchen. “If he did that I would’ve proposed on the spot… He just is kinda smart? It’s freaky! One second he’s brushing me off and not wanting to talk to me at all, the next he's explaining the cause of the First Crusade? Well… Kinda.” Perona turned with two plates in hand, and took a seat next to you. She placed the plate of sushi in front of you, “Well honestly i'm not surprised… Bepo says he is always studying.”

“You talk about him with Bepo? Perona…” you made a disappointed face at her as you pulled your plate closer to you. “Noooo it’s all kosher! Bepo just offers up info about everyone he knows. I think he just doesn’t have a filter or whatever.”

“Yeah…” you took a piece of nigiri and dipped it, then ate it. As you chewed and swallowed you thought of your dad, “Do you think your dad would come visit us here?”

“Hmmm only if your dad forced him to. I can picture it now ‘don’t you miss our girls?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Then lets go! You pay and ill bring the beer!’ ‘beer isn’t allowed on a plane shanks’ or something like that…” Perona tried her best but didn’t really get the overall attitude of your dads. You decided not to comment and just take another bite.

“Do I get to know why you asked?” Perona said, food in her mouth.

“Traffy, as you call him, has hair as dark as Mihawk’s. It made me think of him today…”

“Sigmund Frued would have a lot to say to you right now.” “No he wouldn't, he’s dead.”

“Not for long…” “What the fuck?” You both burst out in laughter at the same time, something you had only ever done with your sister.

After dinner it was off to bed, except you weren’t actually sleeping. Your laptop was open on your lap, on the google slides page. The document was created, named, and shared to Traffy. It wasn’t the most well-mannered thing, but you decided that nicknames meant you’re friends. Your sister desperately wanted you to have friends, and this would make her think you had them. You didn’t like the deception, if you could call it that, but it's not like you were gonna go out and get real friends.

You started typing away, filling out 3 slides with information and pictures before deciding to get actual sleep.

#trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece x reader #law x y/n #reader insert #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law #one piece #law #college AU

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