#shoutout to anon

[cebwrites]

Helping their s/o with someone uncomfortable (Law)

part 2 of anon’s request for corazon and law reacting to their s/o dealing with unwanted advances part one can be found HERE

gn reader, hurt/comfort, a little heart pirate nakamaship tw: creepy behavior (nothing explicit), implications of slutshaming, violence (to the aggressor), aggressor gets shot by reader if anyone wants me to tag anything else please dm me to lmk word count: 1.4k

Law is vigilant - he always has been, it’s just who he is as a person.

So it doesn’t take long for him to notice that you haven’t been swinging by his office lately to pester him around bedtime or how often you’ve been spacing out lately even when you were alone with him.

Even sleeping in the same bed, with you curled up against him closer than ever, he feels like there’s a unspoken rift. Initially he asks you outright if anything’s been bothering you lately but when you brush it off with a stiff smile Law definitely knows something isn’t right.

He briefly wonders if it’s a medical thing, worrying that it’s something you might feel too ashamed to tell him, a doctor but more importantly your partner, though after some careful consideration he deduces that if it was something like that, then the worst thing he could do was force an answer.

Law stews in his office, near-motionlessly weighing all the possible options and driving himself closer up the wall with every tap of his own pen against the hard wood of his desk.

The brewing storm of his thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock on the door, Shachi hesitantly peeks in to call his captain’s attention. Law arrives at the doorway to his room in an instant, you’re crying into Bepo’s shoulder as the polar bear holds you close and Penguin rubs your back from his crouched position on the floor - the space on your other side clearly left open for him.

He takes it, trying to gleam any information from his fellow founders while you try to compose yourself, Bepo slowly releases you and Law places a hand on your shoulder - you put it around you instead.

Slowly, as you had told the others, you explained that one of the new recruits had been verbally harassing you these past few weeks; your captain’s blood immediately ran cold and you could feel the twitch in his arm when you continued.

It started out as just ‘jokes’, supposedly light-hearted gestures when the two of you were alone that didn’t mean anything but still made you feel uncomfortable so you avoided them - but it didn’t stop there, every other day they’d find some way to corner you and continue these advances long after you’d made it clear that you weren’t interested

You were glad that the boys had made their leave as you begun to shake again recalling the next part, when the new recruit had retorted when you told them you were dating Law that what kind of captain would want a partner who’d just let this happen, that if you truly weren’t interested you’d simply reject them from the start--

He cuts you off before you can relive those horrible memories any further, holding you close against his chest as sobs wrack your entire body.

Law tries to search for the right words, for something to comfort you in your time of need - for all the supposed ‘genius’ he had, Law curses the fact that he keeps drawing blanks, only being able to offer his presence and his arms around you.

As your whimpers die down and the shake in your shoulders slow to only the occasional hiccup or cough every now and again, he pushes your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead, tear-streaked cheeks, then your lips, waiting for permission as you lean in.

He tells you you’ve did nothing wrong, and that he’s sorry for not providing an environment where you’d feel safe enough to tell him when it happened, you immediately sit up to say that there’s no way he could’ve known, and--

Law cups your cheeks- his gaze soft, tender and understanding, and, okay, shit- you’ll concede this time.

You spend the rest of the night with your arms locked around him and Law’s fingers gently combing through your hair; he doesn’t leave your side except for once to bring you a glass of water and a damp towel for your face, and two more times when you need to use the bathroom.

You awaken to your captain’s slumbering face - the compression around your chest from yesterday’s upset hasn’t left just yet, but you certainly feel a lot more at ease after letting it out; Law stirs when your fingers brush against his cheek, smiling at the feeling of day-old stubble already scratching against the pads of your hands.

“Thank you,” You whisper.

Law cracks an eye open to look at you, the other one not quite lifting yet since his pretty lashes are still partially joined together with sleep sand - phenomenal. God, you’re so in love with this dweeb.

He grumbles low, pressing a kiss to your forehead before Law rolls over to clear his throat and you snicker something about morning breath that he doesn’t dignify with a response.

The two of you have a private, quiet breakfast in his room, his free hand resting on your thigh as you simply enjoy your meal in the ambience of the sub. The Tang’s resurfaced at an island to restock, crew members bustling about with the occasional one (usually Penguin), checking in on the Den Den Mushi to run some things over with Law. 

Every now and again, you’ll chime in to say hi or Law will ask if you need them to get you anything. Eventually, you cave and ask Shachi to grab you some snacks on the way back. You can see the twitch in his mouth and the look in his eyes that wants to reprimand you in the usual way for bringing too much junk onto the ship, but he refrains.

You’re appreciative of the lengths your partner’s taking to make you comfortable, but you assure Law with a nuzzle into his shoulder that you’re fine. You don’t need to see his face to know the look of disapproval that paints it.

By noon, yesterday’s events are just a faraway glimmer in the back of your mind, an ugly spot from previous tenants that gets covered up by the furniture as new ones move in to cover a home with newer, happier feelings and memories. You’ve spent a wonderful day with your captain - cuddling, studying, letting him geek out about the latest Sora issue while you played with his hair in your lap, brushing your thumb over his earrings as a soft reminder to yourself that he’s let you into his space willingly. 

You are safe here.

The peace doesn’t last entirely, though.

It’s dusk when you step out onto the desk for some fresh air, but your breath catches short when you make eye contact with the person that’d made your life hell over the course of three weeks, chained. They snarl at you, but can do nothing more than bark at a distance from Uni’s grip on their shirt collar, no longer wearing Law’s uniform that all crew members don with pride.

They’re worse for wear, it seemed, your nakama must have done a number on them while you were out cold or painting Law’s nails.

Your captain steps out from behind you, protective hand immediately on your shoulder as he explains the situation. The crew had wanted to throw them overboard in an instant, perhaps toss them to the pressures of the deep sea. Law’s plans were much less merciful. But ultimately, everyone decided to leave the decision to you. You were the one enduring it all this time, after all.

You hesitate, center stage, not everyone’s here but you can feel enough of their presences, milling around in the ship’s interior below the nakama you see on deck. You make eye contact with your aggressor once more. They’re staring at Law, petrified, only briefly glancing your way among all the other pirates around them. Bepo in particular looked as if he were on the cusp of going Sulong. 

You reminded yourself that there would be no full moon this week and take a deep breath - your choice is made.

You gesture to Clione and he hands you a silencer. Your gun is fixed. You take aim, fire. You feel your partner flinch, still, even with the reduced impact of noise. Your shoulders slump, there’s a lull as the body tips over the railing and falls off. You give the Heart Pirates on deck a sheepish smile and say you’re tired for the night, so you’ll be turning in early; no one questions your decision.

Law follows you back to the room, neither of you say anything - he simply presses a kiss to your forehead and crawls back into bed with you.

[coconuttyglittersmurf]

Want your bad romannce

[wombywoo]

just checking...

[rendevok]

step into the light

what do you see?

my sun,

my stars

shining on me

[citydog33]

May I suggest At Sea by Lord Huron for the Lonely playlist 👀

apologies anon for being uh. (checks watch) three days late, but thank you soo so much . I Am Going to Talk About This Song Now

"Lonely, all on my own just like I wanted to be Lost out at sea I might stay on my island for a couple of years See how it feels

Floating, tired and lonesome Like I promised to be Lost out at sea I might stay in my mind for a couple of years Face all my fears"

ARE YOU KIDDING ME THATS SO GOOD. sea imagery is so perfect for the lonely and jonny knows it too with peter lukas. i could go on and on about how the self isolation of sea is so deeply rooted in allusions to depression and i just think thats so important. just the "just like i wanted to be" line by itself is SO perfect.

[bloobydabloob]

Jake Harley commission for my buddy Vulcan - @partyrockin . I do not know his @ on here… haha. I will add it if I find out

Edit : He has revealed himself to me. Helloooo

[byunbqbes]

HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!

[tuna-fishh]

Has this been done yet

[tianhai03]

happy trans day of visibility🏳️‍⚧️ shoutout to trans ppl and dante devil may cry in particular today

[ashdoodle-s]

The pincushion of Gaiathra

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: enter loner boyfriend choso x bubbly girlfriend reader series!! reblog if you enjoy and check out my masterlist heh.

loner choso with bubbly reader is such a sweet dynamic: :((

loner choso who can’t comprehend the fact that you, the literal embodiment of sunshine, are his pretty little girlfriend and he gets to call you this.

he questions why you chose him of all people so much, his mood seemingly getting gloomier with every passing thought as he spirals deeper and deeper… until you find a way to get to him, like the angel you are. whether it is that you somehow feel choso spiralling through the distance and send him a silly message whenever you’re not over at his place; or you notice the frown on his face deepen and place a quick kiss on his lips, wavering the ugly feelings building inside him away.

loner choso whose whole day automatically turns great as soon as he sees you running towards him with open arms and calling out his name sweetly with your beautiful voice. choso who always opens his arms for you to jump in and always catches you as you wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, hugging him close as if you didn’t see him yesterday or the day before that.

“choso!” you’d say with the most adorable beam and loner choso is stripped of all of his seemingly well-built defence, forgetting about all of his problems and sorrow feelings, instead thinking he’s going to burst from how much love he feels for you.

you’d cradle his head close to your chest, embracing him with all of your limbs wrapped around him, and that makes choso wholeheartedly believe that heaven is a place on earth with you.

loner choso knows how you two look to the unknowing eye; polar opposites.

his face always tired, dark undereyes as prominent as ever, a tattoo over his nose that he impulsively did at 17, constant frown that only disappears when you’re the one looking at him and his hair resting just short of his shoulders, sometimes tied up in two freaky space buns(because you really love the way they suit him, choso himself only ever does them when he has time in the morning).

and you with the softest of smiles on your face at all times, your skin glowing and pretty, your curled up lips plump and pink, the colours you chose to wear gentle and pretty and fitting you, and the energy coming from you unmatched, making people around gravitate towards you. and choso loves that about you, how much you’re connected to humans in comparison to how distant he is.

but he’s fine with that. you’re enough, more than enough to make him the happiest man alive. your honeysweet voice calling out to him, your small hand that never wants to leave the hold of his bigger one, your bubbly energy that fuels him too, your affectionate nature that showers him with love he craves so much—

one things choso is sure of is that he is completely in love with you.

[skltart]

caleb is a hozier girlie, i know it in my heart

[hellsitegenetics]

I applied for a research assistant job in the arctic this year and I am wailing and crying and shitting because I won't know if I even got an interview until the end of february. please give me a lucky organism, I want to go to Nunavut so so bad. I want to lick a rock from a place where trees are basically physically incapable of growing. I want to take a selfie of me soyjack pointing at a seal. I want to Hold a Bird because that's what the job is. pray for me

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[215-luv]

HQ BOYS WHEN YOU PULL THEM BY THEIR BELT/BELT LOOP

SUNA: a deep yelp comes from his lips, the usual bored look he had on his eyes now replaced with shock as his hands naturally lands to the nearest surface, trapping you in his arms. with his face now inches closer to yours, he looks down at you, the tension between you two now rising. he raises an eyebrow with curiosity in his eyes as his deep voice flows through your ears, “hm, what’s going on in that little head of yours, bun?”

KUROO: a startled expression etches on his face, not expecting you to do such a bold action. although, he’s quick to recover from his shock as he shoots you a cocky grin, letting his hand fall to rest on your hip. “what’s this, kitten? if you needed me, you could’ve just said so yourself.” he chuckles, “but this,” his eyes then wander down to where you were holding his belt, “this is probably much better.”

ATSUMU: literally gasps out loud in shock, “oh SHIT you- you really just did that huh?” he curses, trying his best to compose himself although he’s actually a stuttering mess. with a deep inhale, he lets his hands find their place on your hips as he looks down at you with a certain look on his eyes, clearing his throat. “are we gonna make out or..?”

IWAIZUMI: he looks down at you, surprised. letting an eyebrow raise as if he’s asking for you to explain what was that for. however, with that look on your eye, iwaizumi swore something had bursted inside him that lead him unable to restrain himself as he slowly slithers his arm around your waist, the action sending you shivers through your spine while you watch as he reaches your hand that was holding his belt, raising it to let it rest on his shoulder. he chuckles under his breath while he keeps eye contact with you, “god, you really don’t know what you’re doing to me, do you?”

SAKUSA: both his eyebrows shoot upwards and his body freezes momentarily. you watch as his eyes looks at you with shock written upon them. he could barely let out a steady statement as his breath wavers, “..w-what.. what are you doing?”

OIKAWA: “okay, so, remember when iw— AH! OH MY GOD!” he screeches out dramatically when you unexpectedly pull him by his belt and his heart runs in laps. he looks at you with shock as you only shoot him an innocent smile. “sweetie, what was that for?!” he lets a hand hover his chest as you giggle, about to give him an answer when he adds, “but that was kinda hot though..”

YAMAGUCHI: a high pitched yelp comes from his lips and he stares at you with wide eyes, a flush creeping across his cheeks. never have you seen your boyfriend look so embarrassed and surprised your whole life that you had to let out a laugh, your reaction worsening the blush on his cheeks as he holds the wrist of your hand that was holding his belt. “H-Honey.. S-Stop..”

KITA: when you pull him by his belt, he let’s out a tiny oh, peering at you with curiosity. smh innocent bb. he gives you a look that encourages you to explain what you did, but somehow, inside him, he thought it kinda felt nice to have you pull him towards you that way.

KENMA: he tenses. it honestly never crosses his mind once that you would ever do the action of pulling him towards you by his belt—the gesture so unexpected that it leaves him a blushing mess. his body freezes in place and you watch as he looks at you with wide eyes. “(y-y/n).. what was that..?”

KAGEYAMA: he really went “oh shit” as soon as he feels that force on his hip—not expecting you to suddenly pull him in that way. his eyebrows raises in surprise while his head tilts in confusion, not sure what to expect when you’re innocently looking at him in the eye. and he blinks, “uh. hi?”

ASAHI: “AH!” he lets out a yelp that could possibly be heard up to the second floor. he looks back and forth from your face then down to where your hand connects to his belt, letting him compose himself for a few moments as he freezes in place. his eyes widens and he stammers like crazy. “S-Sweetheart.. What- What did you just do..?”

USHIJIMA: both his eyebrows raise upon the sudden pull of force on his hip area. he looks down at you as he holds a potted plant on his hand. you watch as he blinks down at you, as if looking for any answers through whatever emotion your face has on. you let him place his plotted plant on the nearest surface and he faces you, holding your hand that was on his belt as he raises it to his chest, letting his thumb softly rub on to your soft skin. “is there anything you need, honey? you can tell me anything.”

MATTSUN: when you pull him by his belt, he lets shock overcome him, both his eyebrows shooting upward. and yet, that shock is quickly replaced by a smirk as he looks down to where your hand is holding his belt. he lets out a deep “oh?” with a certain glint on his eye that deeply intensifies your need for him.

BOKUTO: “AH! WHAT AR—wait what’s this all about baby?” his mood alters in the quickest because one moment his eyes were widened like saucers and now he’s peering down at you with expectation. and you’re starting to think he’s just realizing how much he likes the way you pull him to you by his belt. you could see the blush appearing on his cheeks as he scratches the back of his neck bashfully—a rare thing to be seen from the bokuto kotaro. and he suggests cheekily, “you know.. maybe you should do this more often.. hehe.”

AKAASHI: he lets out the softest gasp from his lips as his widened eyes wander down to where your hand grasps onto his belt, and his mind really goes ‘oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god-’ but then he scratches that by clearing his throat, trying his all to keep his composure while barely managing to keep eye contact with you. “w-what is it you need, honey..?”

[kokoasci]

shoutout to the sigma enjoyers (its me i am sigma enjoyers)

[gemapples]

would you believe me if i said this is the thing that pulled me out of burnout