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justcallmesakira · 11 days

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BESTIE IF U DONT DO THIS REQ N I WILL FACKING EAT UR MUTUALS

DAZAI WITH A SISTER DAZAI WITH A SISTER DAZAI WITH A SISTER!!

she has black cat energy and err makes suicidal jokes here and then but never does t and chuuyas always the one who pulls her away from dazais tendencies because he DOES NOT want reader to follow dazais steps and err dazai and reader have a 2 year gap and err basically dazai took her away with him when he left and thats were she sort of stopped talking BECAUSE BOOM CHIKA BOOM ODAS DEATH LEFT HER MORE TRAUAMATIZED THAN THE KIDS ASAGIRI BLEW UP!!! so errr crack and chuuya and reader is ummmm AHEM AHEM AHEM (cough coug)

AND BASICALLY MORI HAS THIS like obsession of bringing reader back to the mafia like he constantly says stuff like "Dazai, my offer still stands but please remember that i would really really love to see your dear sister back first" LIKE YKNOW WHAT I AM SAYING???????????

DAZAI AND HIS YOUNGER SISTER!

Sypnosis: you are the younger sister of Da-dazai! Is he a great brother or not? UPPP TO YOU! >< oh and maybe hide your secret vists with chuuya please!!

Genre: crack and heavy angst! (dont question it)

Warnings: suicidal themes! cans of gasoline, glitter bombs, reader is very quiet type, manipulation (for good use!)

A/N: yummy yummy

uh oh! this is gonna be so damn messy

so um first of all! i really think reader would be very intelligent like dazai like oh fuck! i just got under a whole rubble of rocks by some guy who btw is the enemy of my brother quick! think of something

and then theres this bsd aesthetic plan you make and just survive! to the shock of your horror... :D

okay but in all seriousness! he defiently jokingly gave you his suicide guide to if u ever felt inspired by him

VERY VERY NORMAL BROTHER ACTIVITY!!1

dazai stop influencing people around you to plug off them self challenge impossible: GO!!

if you do however join his meticulous activites kunikidas actually going to blow up

😇

but imagine how cute it would be a black cat energy young sis and a golden retriver brother like bish forget romantic relationships like dazai who sometimes forget he left his sister at work!

but ynkow mf dazai always wants to keep close to you because he was never really there (like my fake as friends🙄) back in the mafia! woohoo

so now you can asks him for whatever you want but now he actually feels guilty because you have now become the silent type and dont really talk that much

Great job dazai! best brother everr!❤️

Imagine running away from the mafia with ur lil sister then realising she doesnt even want to talk anymore and that you might actually failed as a big brother even after buying her a whole lotta stuff

COULDNT BE OSAMU DAZAI GUYS!!!

tell him to take you to an amusement park and he will! but dont be surprised if you see him trying to run to jump off a bridge because he does not have for the sake of god any money!

AYY dazai cosplaying toji to get milk? real or fake??? find out here!

dont click on the link :3

ANYWAYS he definetly tries his best to get you back to talking sure the only thing he could do is talk to himself with you beside him doodling some stuff but yknow...it genuinely makes him form a sad smile when he gets reminded that maybe if he were a better brother and actually comforted you it would have ended better

"I saw a cat today yknow! it had a black eye and orange patterns. Somehow it looked wise" dazai said relazing on the chair, his hands behind his head, the whole night of yokohama was quiet only the flicker of the dim light placed underneath the balcony ceiling could be heard.

The night was calm too, it had a soft storm-like feel to it. Dazai knew you were listening thats probably why he would talk to you all these months, no one else was there for him anyway. So its better than nothing.

All of a sudden amdist the silence several pokes tapped on his shoulder which made his eyes widen slightly. You held up your sktechbook infront of his face, a bunch of doodles of him and a full sketch of his side profile

"(Name)... This is amazing! Wow you could be a talented artist yknow!!" he said you didnt know whether he was just flattering you or not because of the emptiness in his eyes. Depression changes a person. But the slight flicker of light in his made it visible to your loud mind. Dazai was glad you made some progress.

Okay now hb your interactions with da agency??

I am pretty sure both you and him joined da agency together (gotta make sure his sister ACTUALLY doesn`t follow his steps!😋😋😋😋)

kunikida may act all cold around you and view u as some kid especially when you randomly make the most random ass suicidal jokes in the middle of a meeting but...

Lets say he sort of checks up on both of you every morning! cant let the dogs out now kunikida! you never know what they do....

iykwimyk

now yosano girlypop is the only person who shows genuine concern for you when you get hurt why? because she was bamboozled when she found out you are dazais sibling like

"huh- are you actually capable of being a brother? more so having family"

dazai be at the corner weeping because of the amount of slander

DESERVEDDDD😍😍😍

I can totally see fukuzawa patting both of you and dazais head after you two collaborated on a mission

IDWGDHYWDFYUDFILOVEFATHERRELATIONSHIPS

he prob randomly call you for tea i mean not too randomly but he likes your black cat energy

speaking of which ranpo and you bully da heck out of criminals before they ultimately mistake you for some god!! /nj

kenji and kyouka just chills around you and tries debating what you and dazai have in common.

belonging in the mental asylum. thats whats common between you two/nj again😁😁

With chuuya

NAWWWWH BRO NAWW☠️

Chuuyas gonna end upl like this emoji☠️☠️☠️

Okay maybe i am over exaggerating this but yknow dazai is like really smart

UNFORTUNATELY!!!

So he will definitely know when ever you two act a little🤭😝😘🤗😍🥰👍

Hes going to get tjat expression from chapter 114 and chew chuuyas expensive tuxedo!!

I bet after he finds out hes straight up going to give chuuya a flashback of stormbringer era!! 😍😁

#verynormalbrother

"W-w-w-what da SKIBIDI [name]??? YOU WILL NOT AND NEVER MEET CHUUYA AGAIN" "wow... and i thought you were trying to become a better brother :(" "YOUNG LA- i-" ":("

He was about to say lad

like manipulative ass brother like sister ig! :33333333

He prob had suspicions back in the mafia especially because of how you mostly stuck around chuuya when he wasnt there

YOUR FAULT BRO!!!

And then u rizzed chuuya up with double black eyes (get it?)

"You know [name] it still hurt me, though i promised i would never say it infront of your face but.." Chuuya said seriousness in his tone looking at you eyes "But please stop looking at me with those cat like eyes they deeply remind of someone and I DO NOT like it"

He ended this funny note with a genuine fear and irritation in his eyes. you only nodded and continued to stare at him, your eyes rivaling a black hole not that hole by the way.

A tingling feeling gathered in himself as chuuya looks at your blank stare "Dont look at me like that!" he raised his flustered voice, a small hue of pink appearing on his cheek which only grew as you held on to his sleeve, snuggling against it like a cat.

But before he could be more flushed a really dark aura crept up behind you and then, right then you knew you fucked up bad.

"i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-cant believe this!" your brothers voice perked up behind you genuine horror on his face as if he just saw his bestfriend die infront of him twice.

"Oh my fucki-" chuuya sighed, both of you are caught. "[name] ICANTBELIEVETHISOMGIAMGOINGTOENDMYSELFLIKEMYOTHERVERSIONFROMANOTHERUNIVERSEWHOLOWEREDYOURSTANDERDSICANTBELIEVETHISHIT" dazai rapped at super speed, an anger and shock unwordable enough for you to be confused at whatever hes yapping about. "DAZAI what the fuck??" now chuuya was confused too.

"ANDYOU, HERMANADAPUTA (sisterfucker in english) YOUUGLYSHORTMFWITHNOFLAGSNONOTHING,YOUTRUSTISSUED?IWILLGIVEYOUPRISONFORLIFEISSUES" "WHAT IS YOU BROTHER YAPPING ABOUT?"

And all you could do was watch in horror as the scene unfolds infront of you. But safe to say you got in big trouble when you went back home!

anyways dazais going to go full on 8 cans of gasoline on the portmafia if more is obsessed with you like him

and then you realised..

"fOr tHe fIrSt TiMe iN fOrEVer" he actually did/nj

Okay okay but in all seriousness (litearlly @justcallmesakira catchphrase guys!!) Dazai would genuinely become more protective of you if mori was targeting towards you.

i would run away to antarctica too if mori even tried interacting with me

SHES A RUNNER SHES A TRACKSTAR!!!!!🏃💨

But if you are intelligent then i guess you met fyodor too? And maybe some sort of rivalry goes on between you two like "oh its my brothers enemy, gotta help my bro blow him up!"

I have nothing much to say because dazai would make secret plans (which you alrdy know) to make sure mori doesnt get too close with you

Like oh he was planning to approach you that day? BOOM dazai is already there. Yeah like that

If mori says that however... Dazai will reply with a dark eyed gloom,tilting his head back creepily "You will have to need more then the whole of port mafia to interact with my sister"

Dazai hates mori alot and though he knows that you are old enough to handle situations that doesnt mean he wont care for his only sister. You are the only thing left that he can protect without feeling inhumanity or faraway.

A/N: HATE THISSSS NOOOUUU

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ashwhowrites · 11 months

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i’ve had this idea for the longest time but i don’t have the time or skills to write it well>:(

bratty!eddie being jealous of reader being friends with steve. maybe they’re having a game/movie night with friends or even just baking together and steve does something particularly flirty and eddie tries to stand his ground and show that it’s upset him but it manifests in a childish sort of tantrum. (yk, as the lil mf does lmfao) and reader is a little upset with eddie until steve makes an unkind comment about eddie’s reaction, and she’s suddenly defending eddie w her life, cause no one talks about /her/ boy

tldr; i have mommy issues and i projected it onto you. i am so sorry

If there is anyone who loves someone that's got Mommy issues, it's definitely me. Don't feel sorry about projecting it on me ;)

Bratty Eddie is my baby so I'll definitely write it <3

Eddie didn't mind that Y/N had friends...well he did but he wouldn't say that. He wanted to be the only focus her attention was set on. But he understood that isn't always possible. She had a job, she had coworkers, and she had a life outside of Eddie. He didn't relate to that. He breathed her and that was all he needed. He didn't care to have friends or go to work for hours at a desk job. He wanted all his hours devoted to her.

And when she said she was inviting a work friend over for dinner, he promised to be on his best behavior. She made a list of all the things she needed from the store, sending her sweet boy off to run her errand while she went to work.

Eddie didn't want to let her down, so he accepted the list and ran off to the store. Collecting every item she wrote down, blushing at the little descriptions of what the item would look like. He snuck a few candies that definitely were not on the list.

Once he returned home, he put all the groceries away. He started to get their house together, knowing the cleaning part was his to do during the days that she worked. She wanted it extra clean for the guest. Eddie didn't question the guest. He figured it was a woman she worked with and wanted to make a good impression.

He made sure to shower and tie his hair back. Staying clear of smoking any weed or cigarettes to make the house smell funky. He dug through his closet to find his fancier shirts. Grabbing a dark blue button-up and black jeans.

Eddie was putting on his rings when he heard the front door open. A huge smile on his face as he raced to the living room.

"Mommy!" He cheered excitedly, rushing to give her a kiss.

"Hi, baby. You look handsome as ever" she smiled, pecking his lips.

"Thank you," he said shyly, feeling his cheeks turn red.

"Steve is coming in two hours so I have to start dinner right away. You want to help?" She asked, walking into the kitchen to wash her hands.

But Eddie was stuck on the name. Steve sounded like a boy's name. She invited a man over for dinner?

"um, Steve?" Eddie squeaked out. He didn't want to sound as insecure as he felt. Was Steve attractive? Did he like her? How did they meet?

"Yeah! He works at my office. He's training under me for a position so I invited him over to get to know each other." She shrugged like it was no big deal. But Eddie was going off the walls.

"He's training with you? As in he'll be following you around the whole time at work?" Eddie questioned.

"Yeah, but it's no big deal. I'm all yours." She reminded him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

~~~

Turns out Steve was gorgeous and Eddie hated that. He had a pretty boy smile and charming eyes. Eddie grew more nervous as he saw similarities between him and Steve. Dark hair to go with their dark eyes, both have a nerdy sense of humor, and both have that look of adoration in their eyes when they look at Y/N.

If Y/N was attracted to Eddie, there's a big chance she would be attracted to Steve too.

Eddie pouted all throughout dinner. Listening to Steve's countless stories, all of them making him sound like the most perfect man in the world. Eddie hated the way it made him so insecure.

He hated the way Y/N's eyes followed Steve's every move as he told a story, her attention locked in on him.

Once they finished dinner, Steve offered to help with the dishes.....suck up. Eddie always got to help with the dishes.

But Y/N welcomed the help and both worked on the dishes by the kitchen sink. Eddie watched from the table, well watching Steve more than anything.

He hated the way Steve licked his lips as he watched her. The way Steve's eyes looked like they wanted to devour her, with no care that Eddie was sitting right there.

Eddie's last straw was when Y/N accidentally lost her grip on the plate, plunging into the sink and causing the water to splash all over her white shirt. The red lace bra easily shows itself. And easily catches both of the boy's eyes in the room.

"wow Y/N, wear that just for me?" Steve smirked. Y/N assumed it was a careless joke so she laughed and brushed it off. But Eddie took it as pure disrespect. This guy was disrespecting her, their relationship, and him all at once.

"HEY!" Eddie shouted, hitting the table as he stood up.

Y/N quickly looked over her shoulder at him. Her eyes told him not to do whatever he was going to do. Steve looked at him confused and that pissed Eddie off more.

"You don't talk to her like that! She didn't wear it for you and she never will." Eddie snapped, crossing his arms to seem more intimidating.

"Just a harmless joke, man," Steve said, holding his hands up to show he meant no harm.

"It's not harmless. You are making comments about her body. That's not a body you get to admire! It's mine!" Eddie pouted, losing his intimidation immediately when he stomped his foot.

Y/N let out a big sigh, knowing exactly what an Eddie stomp let to. He was seconds away from a tantrum.

"Baby, let's relax before you get upset." She said softly. Wiping the soap off of her hands before she walked over to him.

She kissed his pouty lips, keeping her voice low as she spoke against his lips, "Head to bed and I'll be right there and we'll talk."

Eddie huffed but accepted her order. Uncrossing his arms and shuffling out of the room.

She took a deep breath when she heard the bedroom door slam hard.

"I'm sorry about that." She apologized, walking back over to Steve.

"Sorry about his little hissy fit? He's like a man-child." Steve snickered

But Y/N didn't find anything funny.

"He was upset and he had a right to be. Your comment shouldn't have been made and especially not in front of my boyfriend. You disrespected him in his own house. And now? You disrespected me by talking about him like that. You can get the hell out of my house." She snapped. Stomping over to the front door and yanking it open.

"Look, it was a joke! I didn't mean to upset anyone" Steve tried to explain.

"Well, you did. We'll talk at the office but right now, please leave" she ordered. And just like Eddie would, Steve followed her order in seconds. Grabbing his jacket as he walked himself out the door.

Before she closed the door she called his name, "And Steve?" He turned around, "If you ever talk about him like that again, I won't hesitate to get your ass fired." Then she slammed the door.

~~~

"Baby?" Eddie turned his head as he heard a soft knock on the bedroom door.

"Open, Mommy," he said, turning his head back to face the wall when she walked in.

She crawled onto the bed, grabbing his small waist as she turned him on his back. His red puppy eyes stare at the ceiling.

"You want to talk about it?" She whispered, moving her hand to undo the bottom buttons of his shirt. Exposing his tummy as she began to draw small circles against the skin.

Eddie hummed at the comfortable feeling.

"I'm sorry I embarrassed you." He whispered, eyes still on the ceiling.

"you didn't, baby. You had every right to put him in his place." She reassured him.

"Why did you send me away then?" He asked, this time looking down at her.

"I wanted you to calm yourself down, that's all," She said, giving him a small smile as she finally was able to make eye contact.

"Not embarrassed of me?" He whispered, his hand moving down to land on hers. Now causing her hand to rest against his stomach.

"Never," she said, moving up to kiss his lips. He kissed her back instantly, loving how safe he felt underneath her touch.

She pulled away and stared at him for a few seconds. Sensing something in his head as he kept looking down at her bra.

"You want to cum on it, don't you?" She laughed. Eddie blushed immediately, she could feel the hand on hers get wet with sweat.

"a little" he squeaked out, hips wiggling when her free hand moved to unbutton his black jeans.

"after all, it is your bra" she teased.

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germangirl321 · 1 year

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Oh what a fool you are..

It was one stormy night. The winds whispered through the dark night and the leaves shook it's leaves. You opened the window and inhaled the fresh air but that's not the smell you've been craving. You missed your lover, Sherlock, but he's been running around like a madman trying to solve cases. You were proud of him but you missed him. You couldn't remember the last time you two seemed to spend time with one another. "Y/n?.." You turned around to see Enola, Sherlock's younger sister. "You alright?" she asked. You sighed a looked at her softly "Not really..." Enola placed her hand on Y/n's shoulder and both of them took a seat.

"Whatever is the matter?.." Enola asked, "I thought you'd be quite pleased with the return of my older brother.." You bit your bottom lip, wondering if you should tell her. "Well...yes I am pleased it's just...I feel like he...he does not feel the same way I feel for him" Enola eyes widened, "I'm sure that's not true, dear sister...he's just-" You cut her off, "Busy!...I know that...but some of his clients are women and he sticks his nose in their business...he doesn't have time for me but he certainly does have time for others!" Silence....nothing but silence.. "I fear that...he has feeling for another.." Enola spoke up, "No...no he is not like that Y/n.." You scoffed and got up, making ur way to your dressing table. You had a letter in your hand "Then he would not mind explaining why he is writing to one, Ms Irene Adler" Enola smiled slightly, "Maybe another case?"

You dropped the letter. "Yes...maybe I'm going crazy...it's what everyone keeps telling me". You made your way to the door "Y/n wait!-" Enola cried out but she was cut off but the door opening. You froze. You eyes looked up as your gaze met with you lover's. "How dare you.. you've been listening to our conversation?!" You scolded Sherlock looked at you blankly for a whilw, then his gaze move to his younger sister.. "Enola, please leave the two of us be.." he said while returning his gaze to you. Enola nodded and quickly left. "What do you want. Shouldn't you be in bed-" "Shouldn't you?" Sherlock cut you off. You scoffed. "Is it true?" he asked again not daring to look away. "What?" "Is it true?....that you feel like I am having an affair?" You were silent for a while.. "Yes. But you shouldn't be the one asking questions." you sneered. "I see...then fire away, ask me whatever you wish" "Very well", You starightened your posture. "Do you even love me?' Sherlock stood still, he could feel the tension and yet said nothing. You couldn't believe it, you were a fool all along. "Just leave-" "Yes." Sherlock answered. You looked at him, eyes widened. "Yes I love you. I love you with all my heart." he admitted wrapping his arms around you. "Don't you dare ever doubt my feeling for you, dearest." He pecked your temple and you couldn't help but cry of relief on his chest. Sherlock smiled, circling your back, comforting you... "Oh what a fool you are.." The detective laughed...

@cupids-mf-arrow

#henry cavill #henry!holmes x reader #henry!sherlock x reader #sherlock x reader

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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Burning in a Hopeless Dream

Boston QZ : Part 10

“Safe & Sound”

Joel Miller x f!o/c

A/N: whew! What a journey this has been thus far. If a man ever treated me as well as Joel treats Gwen? Lord have mercy, I would fold so fucking fast. You’ll be in tears by the end. He’s so sweet to her, and your teeth will start aching. P.S. if you ever wanna write the softest, yet most toe curling smut in your life, just listen to ‘Roslyn’ by Bon Iver on mf repeat.

Summary: 2 weeks has passed since the night you were stabbed by one of Robert’s henchmen. Joel has refused to leave your side as you rest. He’s hopelessly devoted to you. He would do anything, kill anyone, just to see your eyes again.

~word count : 6.5k~

Warnings: implied age gap, established relationship, angst, trauma, brief mentions of PTSD. descriptions of a stab wound healing, hurt, comfort, overwhelming emotions, swearing, underlying possession, mentions of death, fluff, soft!Joel, protective!joel, feelings of guilt, consent, consent, consent, smut, mentions of fingering, teasing, edging, nipple play, praise kink, nicknames, unprotected p in v (wrap it kids) cock warming, after care, joel taking care of you the entire chapter pretty much about sums it all up. (+18) minors dni !

Songs for this chapter:

“Safe & Sound” by Taylor Swift/The Civil Wars

“Roslyn” by Bon Iver/Saint Vincent

“On the Nature of Daylight” by Max Richter

“Here With Me” by d4vd

“I Can’t Go on Without You” by KALEO

“Shelter” by Dorothy

“To Be Alone” by Hozier

“Can’t Take My Eyes Off You” by Engelbert Humperdinck

“Work Song” by Hozier

“Long Long Time” by Linda Ronstadt

“Kiss Me” by Ed Sheeran

April 2021 : Boston QZ

**Gwendolyn Gwen Brooks POV**

**flashback 1 week prior**

The last thing you could remember through your state of deliria was Joel’s voice, pleading with you to open your eyes. “Baby, baby. Hey, baby. Open your eyes dammit, please. Your eyes are so beautiful, Gwen. Please let me see them again.” He stroked your cheekbones gently, tears running down his face. “We’re gonna fix you right up. Gonna stop the bleeding and stitch you up, okay?” He had kissed you then, for the first time. He kissed you with tears wetting his cheeks, leaving salty streaks in their wake. He could taste the blood on your lips from the gash on your head, but he kissed you as if he could breathe life back into you from his lips alone.

His voice sounded fuzzy from the ringing in your ears. Everything around you sounded so far away as you were fighting to stay alive. You weren’t ready to go just yet. The world may have gone to shit, but you still wanted to fucking live. You swore in your last conscious moments, Joel Miller had kissed you.

He kissed you.

He kissed YOU.

You could taste the salty sweat mixed with his tears on his lips. The desperation seeping from his soul as he kissed you. Then, it all went black.

***end of flashback***

There were three times in your 28 years of life where you feared dying. The first was when your parents had gotten infected. 8 years ago, you lived with your immediate and extended family on your uncle’s horse ranch in Northern Michigan. Each year, more of your family was picked off, till it was down to the bare bones. Your parents hadn’t meant to get infected. No one really ever does. They just were in the wrong place, at the wrong time. What hurt the most as you remembered, was the fact that they hid that they had gotten bit. They were too ashamed, too afraid to tell their only daughter that their end was near. You could still remember the sound of their snarls, the dead look in their eyes. The sudden flip of the switch and your mom and dad were attacking you. You pleaded with them to stop. You didn’t want to kill them, but what choice did you have? It was either you, or them. You were the last surviving member of the Brooks family, and you were on the run.

The second time you feared death was getting caught up with some raiders. The group you had formed for the past few years had gotten split up and you were once again, alone and vulnerable. You knew you couldn’t take on a group of men on your own, so you did what you did best, you ran like hell. Right into Joel and Tess. You remembered the fear in your eyes, the adrenaline pumping in your veins as you threw the knife at his face. You had no time to figure out in those moments if these strangers were friends or fo. You were gonna continue to do whatever it took to survive.

The third time you feared death was when James stabbed you back at the abandoned QZ bookstore. The feeling of the blade piercing your gut, the air being knocked out of your lungs. Your anguished cries as you fell back, clutching your wound. Seeing stars behind your eyes from the pain. You could hear Joel’s screams, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest as he lifted you into his arms. His voice pleading with you. This by far, was the moment you feared death the most. You couldn’t run, you couldn’t hide and you were all out of ideas. Joel. Your fellow, your guy, didn’t deserve to deal with you dying in his arms. Despite the odds being stacked against you, you were gonna fight like hell.

______________________

You slept for a week straight. From the blood loss alone, your body was too weak and it needed its rest if you were going to fully recover. Joel was absolutely reluctant to leave your side. In fact, nothing was going to make him budge. Nearly losing you, had psychologically fucked with him. He had gone as far to sleep on the floor, next to the couch where you were resting. He held your hand in his and refused to let go, even when his arm ached and he lost feeling in it. By day 3, Tess had to physically force him to go and shower and change his clothes. He fought her on it in the beginning, but from his own lack of sleep and pure exhaustion, he gave in eventually. His much needed shower lasted all of five minutes. He didn’t care that the water was cold, or that he had gotten a bit of expired soap in his eyes. No, all that mattered was getting back to you on the couch.

Tess had sat beside you then while Joel was showering. She had checked how your wound was healing. Gently lifting your shirt up, she assessed the damage. She was looking for any signs that your wound could be infected and just as she was reaching for the bottle of Penicillin, Joel was coming down the hall, his hair dripping wet and he had a fresh shirt on, his eyes locked on the couch. His footsteps were heavy and fast as he approached and sank down on the end of the coffee table. He reached for your hand then, grabbing it gently in his larger one as he interlocked his fingers with yours. He’d be losing his mind right now if he couldn’t feel the warmth of your palm around his.

“How’s she doin?” He rasped, voice thick with exhaustion and lack of sleep.

“She’s hanging in there. Not out of the woods yet, and I'm still concerned that she’s gonna get an infection, Joel.”

He nodded then, giving your hand a squeeze as he brought it up to his lips, lightly brushing a soft kiss to your knuckles. His eyes focused on your peaceful face. With his free hand, he leaned over the couch, bringing two fingers against the spot where your jaw meets your neck so he could feel your pulse. It was there, but still faint. He retracted his hand then before his eyes zoned in on your wound. He had made sure to change the bandages over the stitches every few hours. He was extremely careful and gentle as he cleaned around the wound. What upset him this morning was seeing the evident blooming bruises scattered about your body. Bruises from James sending the heel of his boot into your gut. He took a deep breath then, exhaling out of his nose as he cleared those thoughts from his mind. He gently pulled your shirt back down over the exposed skin, bringing his free hand up to rub it against his face. It was killing him inside that you weren’t awake yet. He truly had no idea how long till your body would regain its strength again. He’d do anything, kill anyone, just to see your eyes, hear your voice, your laugh–

“Joel?” Tess spoke when he didn’t respond to her immediately. She could tell he was in some deep thoughts.

He blinked a few times, lifting his head up to look at her then.

“I heard you. Just, processing is all. Go ahead and give her some more of that. She’s breathin alright. That’s a good sign, right?”

Tess didn’t want to give him any false hope. If they had the proper tools, if hospitals still existed. Then sure, she’d be comfortable telling him that your chance of survival was pretty damn high. However, with these circumstances, she couldn’t sit there and lie to him and say that you would probably be okay. Especially when she wasn’t so sure of your survival either.

She looked over at him then, taking in the permanent frown etched between his brows. How dull his eyes looked. His lips were severely cracked, bleeding in some areas of the delicate skin. She expected he probably had picked at them till they bled as a distraction. To put it simply, the man looked miserable.

“Yeah, it's a good sign that she’s breathing Joel. We can’t get our hopes up right away, we don’t know if she’s going to–”

He cut her off then, his jaw clenching and unclenching. You were not going to die.

“No, Tess. Don’t say another word. Her body is just restin. She’s gonna be fine. Don’t you dare go speakin like that.”

She reached over to him then, gently squeezing his knee before she grabbed the bottle of penicillin beside him and extracted the liquid through the needle. She injected it in the same section of your arm that he had. Once the medicine was administered, she set the vial and needle back down beside him.

“You should really think about maybe getting out of the apartment for a few hours Joel. I can stay here with her and watch over her. You haven’t seen the sun in days, and it really might do you some good.”

He shook his head immediately. There was no way in fucking hell that he was going to leave your side for more than 5 minutes. He gave into finally taking a shower, but leaving the apartment, leaving you like this was not an option in his mind.

“No. I ain’t leavin her side Tess. Don’t ask me again, please.”

She let out a sigh then. Knowing that he wasn’t going to budge anytime soon.

“Alright, fine. It was just a suggestion. Just thought y’know it maybe would do you some good.” She got up from the couch then, grabbing her worn backpack off the chair in the kitchen.

“The only thing that’s gonna be doin me any good is staying here, by her side Tess. If I leave, even just for a bit, I can’t protect her. She’s fuckin vulnerable right now.”

Tess had looked over at him then as she slung her backpack over her shoulder, tucking her gun away. It broke her heart to see him this distraught. She may have let him go, but she still deeply cared for him and nothing was going to change that.

“Alright, I get it. I won’t mention it again, okay? I’ll be back later. Try to sleep, if you can.”

She gave him one last once over, with a slight nod, before she left the apartment. Quietly shutting the door behind her and locking it.

Joel knew that Tess was only thinking of the best for him. He just truly could not fathom leaving your side. He slowly stood from the coffee table, only to sink down onto the floor, on his knees, still grasping your hand. He used his free hand to lightly brush a few strands of hair from your delicate face. “Hey, don’t listen to her shit okay? I ain’t goin anywhere and you’re not dyin. Not on my fuckin watch.”

His forehead slowly came to rest upon your exposed arm as he closed his eyes for a moment.

“Look, honey. I would literally do anything, kill anyone just to fuckin see your eyes again Gwen. You take your time though, okay? Just, please get better. I’ll be here waiting for you, just like I promised. Remember that?” He waited for some miracle to happen. That suddenly your wound would be healed, and you’d open your eyes. He was grimly reminded that this wasn’t a fairytale. He wasn’t the prince charming who could wake you from his kiss alone. You weren’t the princess either. You both were just two people who endured the harsh reality of survival.

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For the next few days, Joel continued to be by your side. You started to show some improvement. It was nearly unnoticeable, but it was enough for his spirits to lift. He found himself talking to you more. It gave him some form of comfort, minimal at most, but it was something. He’d talk to you about Texas, his brother Tommy, Sarah, and how she probably would have fuckin adored you. He tells you about the painted portrait of you that Frank made, and how he’s going to give it to you as soon as you wake up. He tells you how he keeps the painting in his shirt pocket at all times, right against his heart. He even reads to you. He hopes that somehow, all of these one-sided conversations he has, will somehow coax you awake. Each kiss to your head, each gentle squeeze to your hand, has him hoping that you can feel it. That you can feel and hear him all around you, and that you're wishing you could open your eyes and see him too. Just as badly as he’s dying to see you.

By day 7, you were beginning to show increasing signs of improvement. Your breathing wasn’t as shallow, the color was slowly returning to your face and thanks to the penicillin, you surpassed getting an infection. Your body was still very much in pain, and you had a long way to go before you could be on your feet again. It was early evening when your fingers twitched the slightest in Joel’s hand. He hadn’t felt it at first, until your fingers had flexed again and he sat up immediately. Glancing down at your fingers interlocked with his. You moved them again, and his heart skipped a fucking beat. “Baby? Hey, honey. Can ya hear me?” His tone was incredibly gentle as he looked down at your face, waiting for the moment that you would open your eyes, anticipating it. Joel’s voice sounded closer, less fuzzy and more clear. You were slowly gaining your consciousness back and Joel was right there, just like he promised. When your eyes finally fluttered open, you had no recollection of where you were, and why there was a sudden dull pain coursing through your lower abdomen. Then, it all came rushing back. James, the knife, Joel. You panicked. Your body was trembling, eyes wide and frantic as you quickly sat up, wincing from the pain. You couldn’t form words, you were a shell of yourself and James had fucked you up, that was evident. You could feel Joel’s calloused, warm palms cupping your face. His touch was so gentle, you almost didn't feel it. His warm brown eyes were looking into your frantic ones. “Hey, hey. Look, Gwen. It’s me. It’s me. You’re okay, you’re safe. Y o u a r e s a f e.” He spoke to you reassuringly, his eyes stricken with concern as he looked at you.

You were in disbelief that he was really there. Your lips had parted open then, processing your conscious state. What you did next, threw Joel for a loop. You had gently grabbed his face then, and kissed him. There were fresh tears rolling down your cheeks as you went through an overwhelming amount of emotions. You felt like you were being hit by a fucking freight train. Over, and over again. A choked sob slipped past your throat then as he kissed you back. As soon as you broke down, Joel was cradling you against his chest as you clutched his shirt between your fists, gasping for air. The choked, anguished sounds emitting from your chest, shattered Joel to his core. “Hey, Gwen. Shh..shh..honey, it’s okay. I’m here. I’ve got you now. I’ve got you.” He had whispered softly against your hair. His one hand was gently holding the back of your head, while the other was resting against your lower back.

You struggled to take deep breaths then as he held you. It felt like your tears were neverending, heavy like a rainstorm as they trickled down your chin. You spoke finally, your voice was raw and cracked. “J-Joel i’m sorry I–shouldn’t have i’m sorry–” He cut you off in a hushed tone then, you had nothing to be sorry for, certainly not for kissing him. That was the last thing he wanted you to be upset at yourself for. “Gwen, honey. You don’t gotta apologize for that. Okay?”

You slowly lifted your chin from his shirt then, eyes glassy and your cheeks flushed and wet with salty tears. Your lower lip was quivering as you slowly nodded. “Okay.” You whispered softly.

“What can I do to..comfort you? I’ll do anythin, okay? Just name it. I hate seein you like this baby. Fuckin tearing me up inside.” He watched as you rested your cheek against his chest once more, your fingers had loosened their tight grip around his shirt now, but you weren’t going to let go anytime soon.

“Just–please hold me. Please, just hold me.”

He nodded then. Bringing his hand that rested against your lower back, higher up, pulling you into him as physically close as possible. Even then, that wasn’t enough.

“I can do that honey. I won’t let go, I promise.” Even when his arms began to ache, he refused to let go of you.

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Sometime after, you had fallen asleep in Joel’s arms. You were exhausted and it was clear that your body needed more rest. He didn’t have the heart to wake you from your peaceful slumber so he instead carefully lifted you from the couch. His knees cracked slightly, and his back ached but he didn’t care about any of that. He quietly carried you to your room, setting you down upon the crumpled sheets. As soon as you could no longer feel his touch, you subconsciously reached for him. Your fingers were outstretched in his direction, searching for him. “Joel.” You whispered into the darkness.

“I’m right here, honey.” He answered right back. You could feel the bed dip down slightly from his body easing onto the mattress. You felt his strong arms slide around your smaller frame, pulling you into his chest gently. “M’right here.” He rasped out. He had pressed a feather light kiss to your forehead then. “Rest now, sugar. You’re safe.” His voice was like whiskey, smooth, warm, and comforting. That’s all it took to lull you back to sleep. Joel fought his own exhaustion then, forcing his eyes to stay open for as long as he could. He intended from this moment forward, to always keep you safe. When he could no longer fight to stay awake, his eyes fluttered shut. His dreams flourished with images of you.

You found it incredibly easy to slip into a routine with Joel. Not that you had much of a choice in the matter. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight. Not wanting you to exert too much energy. This man had gone from a big fat grump, to being overly protective of you. Not that you were really complaining. The thing was, you didn’t view Joel as your boyfriend now. The title seemed too cliche. You weren’t into the cliches, and neither was he. Your relationship was complicated, raw, and very much real. He spent every waking minute with you now. This level of domesticity was something that you had always craved, but never thought you’d ever get the pleasures of enjoying. Joel had no issues giving this pleasure to you. He found it to be just as comfortable as you did. He’d truly be okay with taking whatever it was that you’d offer him. Just having a small piece of you meant the world to him. You evaded talking about what had happened, nearly a month ago now. He didn’t push you to talk about it. If and when you were ready, he’d be there to listen. You had taken notice of Tess's continuous absence from the apartment. You hadn't seen her since that night. Joel assured you that Tess was fine, she was off doing her thing, whatever that had meant.

You could tell that the seasons were changing just by the warmth of the sun seeping in through the windows. It was comforting. Spring was in full bloom and you just wished for a moment, that you and Joel weren’t in this apartment. That instead, you were somewhere far away, tucked in a cozy cottage in the woods. It was a nice dream to have, as long as you realized it would never come true. Joel was comfortably sprawled out on the couch with your back resting against his chest. You still were getting used to the fact that Joel fucking Miller, enjoyed a good book now. You’d cause this man to turn absolutely soft. These moments were for your eyes, and your eyes only. Something had washed over you in those next few moments as you listened to Joel’s steady heartbeat, the rise and fall of his chest, his light chuckle at something he had read, the sound of the worn paper being flipped to the next page. Joel Miller was entirely yours.

You had carefully sat up then, turning so you were facing him now. His eyes flickered up to yours momentarily with a raise of his brow. You had delicately wrapped your fingers over the top of the book’s worn spine and coaxed it out of his grasp, tossing it onto the coffee table with a soft thud.

He made a slight sound of protest then. “Sugar, why’d you go and do that huh? I was still readin–” He was cut off by your finger tip lightly pressing to his lips then, silencing him. Joel was stunned, to say the least. You had slowly sank down into his lap then, straddling his hips, stealing the oxygen from his lungs.

“Is this okay?” You asked him then and his heart nearly burst right then and there.

“Huh? Yeah, honey course this is fine. What’re you up to?” His tone was light, and held a sense of amusement. He watched your face carefully then as he slowly dragged his hands up your thighs and settled them around your waist, playing with the ends of your frayed shirt. One that you had stolen from him.

“Can I kiss you, please?”

He let out a deep, throaty chuckle then. You were killin him slowly without even realizing it.

“Yeah, ‘darlin, Course you can. You don’t need to ask me twice.” He teased.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Why were you so nervous? This was Joel, your Joel. Your fellow, your guy.

The feeling of his thumbs rubbing soothing circles against the soft skin on your hip bones was enough to coax you from your thoughts and back to reality. You leaned down then, cupping his strong jaw in your hand, your eyes locked on his, you were both anticipating the moment. Time seemed to stop when you had finally kissed him. His eyes fluttered shut, his fingers grasping firmly to your skin. Your lips were so sweet and he could easily find himself getting drunk off kissing you. you were his favorite drug by far. Your breaths were in sync as you kissed him languidly. You wanted to savor this fucking moment. Your chest was flush against his now. His kisses became desperate, needy. His teeth clashed against yours as he allowed himself the freedom of being completely consumed in you. He nipped your lower lip lightly then, letting his hands slip under your thin shirt, feeling the expanse of your warm skin beneath his touch.

“Tell me if it becomes too much. Don’t wanna overwhelm you.” He mumbled against your lips.

“Please, keep going.” Was your immediate response. There was zero hesitation behind your words. You wanted him as terribly as he wanted you. Your fingers were already toying with the buttons on his flannel as you detached your lips from his and started to pepper kisses along his jaw. He let out a hum of appreciation.

“Sit up honey.” His tone was huskier now, dripping with the desire for you.

You slowly sat up then, your cheeks were flushed and your lips were swollen from his kisses. You watched as Joel slowly began to lift your shirt from the hem. His eyes never left yours as more of your skin was revealed. He sat up slightly then gently gliding the fabric up your torso, over your breasts and finally, your head. The fabric was discarded to the side then. His fingers reached out and lightly brushed against your imperfect skin. Littered with scars, indents, you were like his own personal constellation. His thumb had brushed against the stitching on your abdomen then. You sucked in a harsh breath from the contact.

“You’re so fucking beautiful Gwen.” He breathed out.

Now you were the one left in shock. The butterflies swirled deep in the pit of your stomach and your head was spinning.

“Cat got your tongue, ‘darlin?”

He had a small smirk on his face now and you could see his dimple peeking out. God, this mother fucker was so handsome, you could melt into a puddle right now. “Shut up. You just always know what to say and frankly? It’s annoying as hell.”

He chuckled then, wrapping his arms around you, tilting his head down to be level with yours before he captured your lips in another searing kiss.

“Mmm. I tend to have that effect on ya sugar. What can I say?”

His lips had sinfully dipped from yours and made their descent down your jaw, nipping at the spot where your jaw met your neck. You immediately leaned into him then, stifling a quiet moan. He had found your sweet spot with ease. “You’re gonna be the death of me, Miller. I swear to god.”

“Ditto, Sugar.” You could feel his slick smirk against your searing skin. Your mouth fell open when he had sucked harshly at your thin skin, leaving marks in their wake. When his lips dipped lower, and lower, the need for more was becoming nearly unbearable. He had licked a hot stripe between the valley of your breasts. Your fingers had found their way into his hair, gripping his soft curls as you let your nails lightly scratch his scalp.

When his mouth finally enclosed around your nipple, you nearly fell apart. His teeth nipped at the sensitive skin, biting down slightly causing you to jolt from the sensation.

“Fuck.” You gasped.

He hummed in response, bringing his other hand around the swell of your untouched breast. Toying with your nipple between his thumb and forefinger while his mouth continued to expertly worked the other. It was a delicious combination, the way his mouth and fingers played you like a violin. You found yourself grasping his hair tighter, yanking him up suddenly before pressing a chaste kiss to his lips drinking in his low chuckle that rumbled from deep within his chest.

“I wasn’t done with ya yet. You’re a needy little thing, huh?”

“Shut up, Joel.” You mumbled against his lips and in one swift movement, he had turned the tables, flipping you gently so you were underneath him now. Your back hit the couch with a soft thud before his lips were on yours once more. Your fingers frantically began to undo the buttons of his flannel. He broke the kiss only to help you out with the last few before you were pushing the fabric down his broad shoulders and biceps. It was soon discarded with your shirt on the floor. Your lips met once more, desperation seeping through both of you.

“I’m gonna take care of ya, okay honey? Will you let me do that, please?”

You were nearly clawing at his skin now, your nails lightly scraping his biceps.

“Please, Joel. Don’t make me beg you.”

He nipped at your lip once more, tugging it out with his teeth before he released it.

“Ain’t gonna go and put you through that kinda torture, sugar. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. I got you.” His forehead was lightly resting against yours now, his lips barely touching yours. He was the devil, you were certain of it. He watched your eyes intently then as he slowly dragged his hand down your torso, brushing against your navel. Your skin felt electrified from his touch then as his hand dipped lower, and lower.

“G’nna take these off now, okay honey?”

All you could do was nod, your breath was caught in your throat and he had barely touched you yet. You felt his hand grasp the waistband of your sweats then, slowly pulling them down over your hip and thighs and past your ankles. He was taking his sweet time with you, and it was driving you crazy. His hand came between your inner thighs then, coaxing them open, not that he even had to try. His fingers had slowly dipped down under your panties, toying with your slick folds as he spread them open.

“Wet for me already, hm? You're absolutely drippin for me baby.” His words were straight filth to your ears as you felt your back arch up towards him, lips parted open, a low moan slipping past them.

He toyed with your clit then, moving his fingers in expert slow circles, applying just enough pressure for you to mewl. His fingers were slick with your arousal then as he brought his middle finger down lower, circling your entrance as he slipped it into your warmth, slowly. His finger was knuckle deep as he curled it against the spongy spot of your walls. As your moans slipped out of your parted lips freely, he drank them in, kissing you once more as he slipped his forefinger in and slowly began to pump them in and out of you. Listening to the squelching sounds of your pussy clamping down around his thick digits.

You were a mess already as you kissed him, your lips struggling to keep up with his as he continued to ruin you with his fingers. His free hand had reached up to cup your face then, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb as he watched you slip into pleasure.

“Feels good, doesn’t it Sugar? You’re takin my fingers so well baby. You can hold on a little longer, can’t you honey?” He had used his thumb to circle your clit once more as he increased the pace of his fingers, curling them inside you once more.

You let out a strangled moan, your eyes rolling back into your skull.

“I-I can hold on a little longer baby, fuck.”

His lips curved up then from your response. He took note of how you called him baby and god, did he love it.

“That’s it. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me honey.” He praised you then. One last curl of his fingers deep inside you, nearly had you on the edge. Before you could be seeing stars, he had slipped his fingers out. They were coated in your arousal and you watched with hooded eyes, in a daze as he slipped them past his lips, licking his fingers clean right before your very eyes. This man was the definition of Filth.

“You taste so fuckin sweet honey. G’nna have to get a proper taste of you later, okay? It’ll be my treat. You’ll love it, I promise.”

He was kissing you again, letting you have a taste of yourself against his lips. You wanted him even more now, if that was even possible. Skin on skin with him buried to the hilt inside of you. Your two bodies connected, that’s what you really wanted.

You were grasping for his belt then, undoing his buckle in a haste. He had grabbed your wrist gently then, ceasing your movements. “Joel, please. I need you, I need all of you.”

“You sure, sugar?” He wanted all of you too, more than ever now but this wouldn’t just be fucking, not like the first time. He knew this would mean a hell of a lot more to both of you.

You sat up then, grabbing his face in your hands gently, stroking your thumbs along the coarse stubble of his beard. Your chest was rising and falling at a quick rate as you were coming down from your near orgasm moments ago.

“Joel, baby. I’m more than sure. I’ve never been more fuckin sure of anything in my entire life.” Your confession knocked into him, your words stealing the air from his lungs.

“I’m yours.” He whispered, bringing his hands to rest along your cheeks then, using his thumb to brush a strand of loose hair behind your ear, his forehead resting against yours. You both were silent as the moment washed over. The realization, the excitement that bubbled between you. The chemistry was palpable, and electric. Suddenly, he was kissing you again, slow, deep, intimately. There was nothing but passion emitting from his lips. While his fingers gently pushed your panties down past your ankles, you worked his jeans down, giggling lightly in between kisses as he struggled to kick them off.

“Damn fuckin things. Always gettin in the fuckin way.” His Texas accent was thick now and when he finally kicked them damned things off, he wasted no time to rid himself of his boxers now as he settled between your thighs, his tip lightly pressing against your slick folds. He grabbed the back of your thighs then, gently yanking you down so you were beneath him. The movement caused the length of his cock to slide up between your slick folds.

You both let out a low hiss from the friction.

His lips hovered above yours as he grabbed the base of his cock, inhaling as he slowly sunk his tip past your folds, sinking into your deep warmth, his eyes flickering to where your bodies connected, watching as he disappeared inside of you completely. Your sweet moans intertwined with his low groans. He dipped his head down, capturing your lips between his as you brought your arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him in as close as physically possible as he thrust his hips slowly, at first. Your nails scraped at his skin then as he quickened his pace, giving one sharp thrust that knocked you back slightly. He detached his lips from yours so he could watch your face, see your mouth fall open, watch your breasts bounce with each sharp thrust.

“Fuck, honey. You feel so fuckin good. God, I'm gonna get drunk off you and this pretty little pussy. You’re killin me, Gwen.”

He grasped your thighs then, bringing them around his hips so he could fuck you at a deeper angle. You immediately caught on, digging the heels of your feet into his ass, bringing him in closer as he continued to fuck you. In his haste, he brought his thumb down between where your bodies were connected. He vigorously started to rub circles against your already sensitive clit, he wanted you to cum before he would even get the chance.

“Joel, i’m close baby, i’m so fuckin close.” You could taste the impending orgasm on your tongue as you moaned out his name.

“I know you are ‘darlin. Doin so good baby. You’re takin me so fuckin well. G’nna get you there alright?” He gruffly spoke, snapping his hips once more before his thrusts started to become uncoordinated and sloppy. He continued rubbing your clit, you were nearly seeing stars as a strangled sob of pleasure wrecked through your body.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Cum for me honey. C’mon, let go. I’ve got ya, you’re safe.”

One final thrust, and flick of your sensitive bundle of nerves had you falling apart around him. Your thighs were shaking as he held himself at the hilt inside of you. He came undone as quickly as you had. You were chanting his name like a fucking oath and he cut you off with his lips, kissing you sloppily as he groaned out your name, mumbling into your lips about how good you were for him, how fuckin beautiful you were. He rested his sweaty forehead against your shoulder, his eyes were closed as he panted heavily. You brought your hand up into his sweat soaked hair, running your fingers through it as you cradled his head gently. He stayed buried inside of you, even after he had gone soft. Neither of you wanted to be separated from each other just yet.

Once both of your breathing was no longer jagged, and your heart rates turned to normal, Joel had turned his head to look at you, a lazy smile gracing his features. He looked drunk off sex, so did you.

“How was that darlin? Did I do alright?”

You couldn’t help but giggle then. It was such a sweet sound to his ears and he liked that you were holding him so close. Your comfort was appreciated 1000 times over.

“You silly fuckin man, you did more than alright. You were amazin.” You had a soft smile on your lips as well and he couldn’t help but lean in, kissing you sweetly before he pulled away and pecked your nose, causing you to giggle again.

“Mmm, good. Just needa ya to inflate my ego a bit, honey.”

You gave his shoulder a light slap and he chuckled from it.

“You, Joel Miller, can be an insufferable bastard when you wanna be.” Your tone was light and playful as you continued to lightly play with his hair.

“You’re right on the head with that one ‘darlin. You enjoy it though. I’ll keep doin it if it means I get to hear your laugh. You’re adorable.”

“Shut up, I'm still recovering and you’re gonna make me blush!”

“Good.” He spoke lowly with a smirk on his face before he had slowly slipped out of you. He gave you one last kiss before he reached for his boxers and slipped them on, handing you your panties.

“Hang tight, okay honey? Gonna get you a towel, glass of water and a fresh shirt, okay?”

You watched as he stood then, checking out the way his back muscles flexed. God, you were so fucking lucky.

“Goin all gentlemanly on me now, Miller?”

He looked back at you then, grin on his face as he nodded.

“Had to bring that southern charm out on ya eventually honey. You deserve it. Now, you just sit there and look pretty for me.” He winked then and you reached down grabbing his shirt from the floor and chucked it at him. He caught it, no problem. Bastard.

Joel returned to you minutes later, a fresh shirt in hand and a towel. He leaned down then gently wiping between your thighs. He was very attentive as he cleaned you up. You had never had a man take care of you like this before. Sure, you had your fair share of partners in the past, none were like your Joel. Nothing was ever going to compare to him. He had you sit up then as he slid the fresh shirt over your arms, stealing a kiss before he padded off to the kitchen. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself, bringing the collar of his shirt to your nose, it smelled of him. It smelled of home.

He handed you a glass of water then, before he sank down beside you, bringing his arm around you, leaning over and kissed your cheek sweetly as you took a sip of the water, settling against his warm, bare chest.

A comfortable silence washed over both you and Joel as you both recovered from your post-sex activities. A warmth had settled over you and couldn’t help but brush your fingers across his jaw lightly, taking in the way he smiled at you. It was a rare sight for Joel Miller to smile. He saved those moments for you. Tonight, he had given himself entirely to you. He was allowing himself the freedom to feel again. It was hard for him to even try and put into words how you made him feel. The one thing he did know, was that he was forever grateful that you stepped into his life. You brightened it in more ways than you’d ever know.

You had gotten the best sleep in your entire fucking life that night. All thanks to Joel Miller. your fellow, your guy.

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Bestie when you have the energy, we need to discuss established bruharvey where Bruce, even if he's like the richest mf in the world, is widely known to be two-face's sugar baby

The funny thing is, they're still enemies in the field? But at home? Bruce tends to Harvey's mild wounds and listens to his complaining abt batman like. Yes honey he is a menace and yes I do know you could've taken him and no I won't leave you for him i promise

And as Batman AND bruce, our boy has to save his ass everytime. Imagine kidnapping Harvey and his kept man husband wipes the floor with you bc you interrupted family night sjsjsjs

Okay, okay, okay, so several thoughts:

Two-Face is a crime lord, and Harvey is smart as hell. Together, they'll make a formidable empire within and outside of Gotham.

With all of the different types of cash flow Two-Face has set up and the grade-A hierarchy he undoubtedly set up to keep things running in his absence, Two-Face is going to be very rich. More than rich enough to have a sugar baby pre-loaded with SpoiledRotten.exe

Is it icky for Bruce to accept gifts from blood money? Probably. Does he love Harvey and ache for the feeling of being taken care of to contrast the constant and obsessive impulse to be in control of a situation?

Yes.

I think you're absolutely right and Bruce and Harvey knows each other much, much better than they know a lot of other people. There's a level of intimacy in their kind of long-lasting relationship (regardless of the nature of that relationship at any given time) that is simply so rare. They're entangled, and it reaches so far back for both of them.

[Idea: Bruce and Harvey are reincarnated together again and again.]

I'm a firm believer that Bruce is a sub because he is constantly holding onto absolutely every string and situation he can find and it is exhausting to live like that. In his best and most relaxed frame of mind he wants someone to take care of him, and I think Two-Face specifically would jump at the chance.

Maybe this is just me projecting or whatever, but I think Two-Face is confused by the way of the world. No situation is ever certain, you can never be sure of an outcome given all of the wild variables of life, and it's scary. He wants things to get done, he needs things to happen, and even when you're following the systems and the rules and the paths that shit is supposed to get better through, nothing! Works! Out!

But Bruce…. Bruce is constant. Bruce is there always, in one way or another. Even when he's so mad, even when Two-Face has fucked up royally, Bruce is still there. And Two-Face isn't sure of a whole lot, but he sure that he wants Bruce to be good and safe.

Two-Face would love to take care of Bruce because even if he messes up (which he won't because Bruce is precious and he's going to take good care of him), Bruce will always give him another chance. Two-Face is just trying to do the best he can and Bruce always knows that and Two-Face wants to pay him back for that faith, for that loyalty, for keeping him sane in this disgusting mess of a world.

So Bruce the Sugar Baby is something that both of them would gravitate towards.

Two-Face and Bruce is borderline domestic; Two-Face is sharp lines and rough edges and hands that hold too hard, but he wants to be soft for Bruce. And it works because Bruce doesn't always know what soft is, and Two-Face is so deliberate and mindful that it feels the same.

But it can be very different when Two-Face and Batman are in the room together.

Batman doesn't want to be taken care of and he can't give up control of a situation. It may seem petty, but Two-Face hates dealing with Bruce with that stupid cowl on his face because he is just the worst.

I don't think Two-Face and Batman get along nearly as well because they're both in their dominant head-spaces. Two-Face is trying to control the situation to protect Harvey, and Batman is trying to control the situation to protect Gotham, and because of the difference of scope of these goals, they butt heads.

However!

When people Bruce loves are in trouble, he goes a little feral. Gotham fades in the background, and he'll do whatever it takes to get his people out.

And Two-Face, I can imagine, is a little tickled by this.

Like, no, he doesn't need Bats' help, thank you very much. He doesn't need to be rescued, he's perfectly capable, he could have gotten out of it himself. But damn does he look good clearing the room. He'll let himself get snatched up (as long as there's no real danger to Harv) to get a nice view of that action.

Yes, Bats, he could have gotten out of those binds at any time. No, he will not be repeating this position later in the privacy of their own home.

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#TwoBats #BruHarvey #Bruce Wayne #Harvey Dent #Two Face #can I ax you something?#this is SO LONG #I hope this displays correctly my page is being buggy on mobile #thank you for coming to my TED Talk #sorry I took like an hour break in between writing this and I hope you can't tell #I hope this feeds you well bestie

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mylovley · 2 years

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~Your First Time~ Katsuki Bakugou x reader

Warnings: Smut

(sorry if the bakugou content is getting boring ive just been hyper fixated on him since 2017 im sorry. I will come out with different content soon I promise)

-your first time was definatly in UA

You and katsuki had been dating for a few months now, and you never realized how bad you wanted him sexually until, last night when his grey sweatpants enhanced his bulge even while he wasn't even hard

you couldnt stop thinking about the way he looked in that black tank top and grey sweatpants. Hair wet from the nights shower, defined muscles glistening with what little light shown in his room. You were hungry, and so was he.

The whole day he was all you thought about. Which wasn't uncommon, but this time was different. You groan as you sit in your last class of the day, back at 1-A.

you had been so in thought, you didn't notice the pink and brunette haired girls beside you.

"Umm earth to Y/N? Are you even listening?" Mina questions, shaking her hand in your face.

"Huh?" you snap out of your trance to face the girls at your side.

"You've been like, staring at bakugou for a hot mf minute." she replys

"Is something up?" Sweet uraraka asks.

"No no im fine!" You lie, pink spreading on your cheeks. You hope no one notices, but mina does.

"Oooooo is our little y/n thinking dirty thoughts-" You shove the pink haired girl down in her seat just in time for Mr. Aisawa to walk in the room. Uraraka following behind.

Mina eyes you suspiciously while you stick out your tongue, then face the board.

Today's training was rough. Like, REALLY rough. You were exhausted, but all you could think about was bakugou.

You walk in the dorms, kicking off your shoes and sliding on your slippers. You were 'home alone' of sorts, so you were excited to get some peace. The others invited you to go with them but you politely declined, explaining that you just wanted to go home. Which they respected.

After your long shower, you slip in your pjs (only being a oversized t bakugou "lent" you) (you totally did not steal it) with a lacey pair of underwear. It smelled just like him. His colone and natural musk mix together filling your scenes as you walk out of the shared woman's shower room, walking to the kitchen, passing by the living room as you do.

You make it to the kitchen, grabbing some stuff for a simple sandwich, you lay them on the counter and begin to work when you hear a "The fuck?" You jump, turning around to see your hot headed boyfriend fresh from a shower of his own, sweatpants hung low on his hips, showing his v-line. His same black tank top riding up, showing not only his arm and shoulder muscles, but his abs aswell.

"Um, I thought I was alone." Katsuki stares at your barely covered form. Is that... lust behind his eyes?

when he doesn't answer, you get nervous. "Katsu-" your muffled attempts wear down as katsuki pulls you in for a breathtaking kiss. Your arms slowly trail up his toned chest and around his neck.

his hands run down your waist, squeezing at your hips, before sliding down to your ass giving a firm squeeze. Earning a whimper from you.

He smirks against your lips as he hoists you up, you wrapping your legs around him for support. The kiss deepens, tongues fighting for dominance (He's wining). As he sits you on the counter bodies pressed together, eachothers scents and saliva intertwining as his hands explore your body, grabbing on to whats his. Little grunts and moans coming from the both of you.

He finally pulls away, lips red and bruised. Ruby red eyes half lidded. "My room." you nod in excitment. He re-connects your lips with a soft groan as you pull on his hair, hoisting you up once again as he scuffles to his room.

Once in the blonds room, he throws you on the bed. You squeek, but land softly. Bakugou slowly walks up to you, red LED's illuminating his beauty. Lust fills his eyes as he looks down at your small form. Wicked smirk forming as he spots the effect he has on you.

He pulls you by your ankles to the end of the bed. Crawling in between your legs, leaving hot kisses and dark hickeys all down your neck. He tugs on your shirt asking for permission to take it off, you nod, as he lifts the shirt over your head. Revealing your lacy bra and matching panties. He groans, attempting to hold himself back. You sit up tugging his shirt off, defined muscles only enhancing with the red lighting. Chest now bare. He dips back between your legs leaving heated kisses and hickeys behind wherever he goes. Earning sweet moans from you when he hits your special spots. It only makes his dick harder. He slips off your bra with ease, you hissing in response, but quick to swallow a moan when he sucks on one, big hands massaging the other. You were drowning in pleasure when you hear the door downstairs open, followed by loud laughs and hollers.

You gasp, and go to get up when katsuki pushes you down. With a deadly look he says "Did i say you could get up?"

"B-but what if they hear us-"

"Then be quiet princess." he hums in a low growl, pinning your down then moving to your bottom half. He leaves slow, hot, kisses and love bites all throughout your inner thighs, hand caressing the other sides. His sharp canines showing as he does. He slowly makes it to your woman hood, hot breath breathing over your heat for a second, before bringing his fingers up to the now soaked lace, rubbing in small circles

You moan sweetly as his fingers play with your needy clit.

He places a single kiss on your hood before he rips your panties off earning a gasp from you. "Hey those were my favorti!- Ahhh" you moan as he swiftly laps up your wetness, red eyes looking up at you half lidded from between your legs. One of his arms reaches to cup your breast and the other squeezes your outer thigh. "I'll by you new ones." he whispers quickly, focused on pleasing you right now. The pleasure is numbing, but it only gets better when he inserts two fingers in your tight cunt, finding your sweat spot and hitting it every time, curling his fingers. Every time he makes you moan he makes a mental note of what it was for later.

He continues this until you cant handle it anymore, hotness building up in your core. "Kats- Im gonna-" he only goes faster lapping up your heat like its his last meal, curling and working his fingers only faster as you reach your climax. You loudly moan, back arching, as your brain goes fuzzy from the mind-blowing head you just got. He smirks, your slick covers his face as he laps up and swallows every bit of your cum. He stands up and your weary eyes immediately jump to his bulge, just aching for you. You manage to sit up telling him to sit on the bed, back against the headboard. Once he does you climb over, ass in air as you pull down his pants. Fisting his crotch you realize just how hard he is for you. He moans then hisses once you eagerly pull down his boxers. His thick, long, cock slaps against his stomach. Angry tip practically drenched in precum. You moan as you take his length in your hand one at the base and one fondling his balls. You take him in, and with what you cant reach with your mouth, you reach with your hand.

His head falls back as he moans from the pleasure.

"just like that pretty girl, just like tha-" he gasps as you squeeze and suck a little harder.

he moans "Oh your so good for me, so so good" his eyes roll back and he squeezes the sheats. But before he climaxes he pushes you off, rolling your on your back, he sits up on his knees as he picks up your legs, tossing them over his shoulders as he alines himself with you, eager to be inside. His lustful eyes look at you for approval which you immideatly give him. He waists no time as he slowly enters you filling you up, inch by inch.

"Oh god" you hold back a moan as the most beautiful sounds come out of the blond. He lets you adjust, but loses control as he slams himself into you. This turns into the pounding of your life. The bed creaks and shakes as he thrusts his strong hips into you hitting your spot. He slowly lays himself down by your ear leaving bites as his moans fill your ears. Still thrusting blissfully as ever. You feel your climax coming and so does he, once he feels your walls clamp down he pounds faster and harder bullying that spongy spot, one hand on the headboard as the other rubs your sensitive clit in messy, needy circles. "come for me." his voice comes out needy but rough. That's all you needed. As he rubs faster your back arches in a mind-blowing orgasm, your mouth forms into a pretty '0' Bakugou reaches his climax too as you hears his moans followed by sloppy thrusts in your now aching cunt. His load spills in you like small explosions. You both ride out your high until he collapses beside you. Covering you both and turning the lights off.

You cuddle in his chest, exhausted from the night you just had. "So, come here often?" you joke as he huffs arms wrapping tighter around you, face nuzzling in your neck "Shut up dumbass" he says with a kiss.

That was only your first time. It only get better each time.

Oh, and EVERYONE heard. You will never live it down.

SORRY IF THIS SUCKED THIS IS MY FIRST TIME WRITING SMUT I PROMISE THE NEXT ONE WILL BE BETTER IM JUST SUPER TIERED RN.

#bnha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #boku no hero academia #katsuki #kacchan #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #mha #katsuki x you #katsuki x y/n #bakugou smut #bnha smut #female reader #hot as fuck #bakugou x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fanfiction #boko no hero academia

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kymiya · 2 months

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geordi n cutie headcanons bc im trying to manifest their next audio

⋅ cutie can (and will) fuck up a seafood boil, i mean sauce all over their face and hands, broken crab shells everywhere, they dgaf 💀

⋅ geordi is a clean freak, and not in the way you’re thinking, he’s a clean freak because he literally cannot handle the thought of judgment. his anxiety is actually eating away at him when (or if) people come over

⋅ speaking of which, geordi actually doesn’t like inviting people over. well, he doesn’t really mind if people come over, but he would much rather go over to other people’s houses for his own comfort

⋅ cutie is also the same, but not for the same reason. cutie is the BIGGEST people watcher (and listener) and likes to sit back and observe how people react and move, not in a creepy way tho 😭just so they can get a gist of how they should respond and what to be mindful of

⋅ cutie HATESSS conflict, in any way. confrontation, fighting, awkward tension, hates it with a passion. which is a continuation of the last hc, they read peoples’ minds so much so they don’t have to ever deal with accidentally confusing or offending someone

⋅ geordi has the softest hands known to man, but they get sweaty easily, which is something he hates, i just KNOW this mf hates sweat. the feeling of it, skin on skin. which is one of the reasons he doesn’t like running

⋅ cutie and geordi have nights where they will binge one of their childhood shows, snuggled up in a weighted blanket (they both fall asleep within 15-20 mins 🫶🏾)

⋅ geordi’s personality gives off “mama’s boy” vibes but is actually closer with his dad, mostly because he n his mom held different viewpoints

⋅ geordi also has scars from his childhood from random times he was clumsy asf 💀he isn’t ever really insecure about it, but he’s never felt better about them until cutie started kissing each one and giving him compliments

⋅ cutie specifically gets lipstick only to cover geordi’s face in lipstick stains (like that one tiktok trend), but instead of posting it, they make it their home screen. geordi’s cute ass smile, lips n the rest of his face covered in red stains in the shape of cutie’s lips. UGHH i hate them

⋅ geordi gets lost in ikea very often

⋅ he also loves the kitchen sets and stays there for an abundance of time analyzing each parts (so real)

⋅ their first kiss as a couple was so awkward 😭geordi was trying to plan out how it would happen but after cutie kissed him on the lips without warning, he forgot how to function n just stood there. cutie literally heard his mind go blank, and it was like that for a couple of seconds. it was cute but actually so awkward for both of them (and geordi hates when cutie brings it up)

⋅ geordi had (and still has) lego sets as a kid and never let them go, nd he accidentally bring it up in a convo between them and now cutie helps build them with him

⋅ geordi’s body is naturally very warm, so when they cuddle in the spring/summer, they have to have thinner bed sheets n blankets so they both don’t wake up in sweat 💀

⋅ cutie does not want geordi meeting their family/parent(s), and not because they’re ashamed of geordi, because they never could be (who tf would??). but because they don’t have a good relationship with them

⋅ i feel like geordi moved a lot when he was younger, so he had trouble making friends n mostly stayed to himself, until he finally got to settle down in college nd met guy, which is still his bestfriend to this day

⋅ cutie had issues fitting in with others when they were younger, nd its a popular headcanon that they got their powers late (i think 😭), so when they started reading people's minds, they began to change in order to maintain friends

⋅ i genuinely can’t pick between if cutie and geordi would’ve meet in college/high school, but if they did, i feel like cutie probably changed their appearance A LOTT like they weren’t recognizable at first when geordi saw them at the park

⋅ geordi is CRAZYY good at math (i also don’t know if he’s a teacher or an accountant (in the recent audio)) (if he is a teacher, he’d be either a math or english teacher, ik it’s basic but 🤷🏾‍♀️)

#redacted geordi #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted cutie #my cutie patooties #i miss them #omg i miss geordi sm bro

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zeltqz · 2 years

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HARD TO GET [4]

ran haitani has a reputation to uphold. yet it all comes crumbling down when his newest target has no interest in playing his little game. he’s now determined to add your heart to his collection — he is down to do anything

pairings. ran haitani x f!reader

tags. drinking, blackmail, angst, explicit sexual content, smoking, loss of virginity, bullying, introverted reader, misogyny, mental breakdowns, reader hurts ran’s pride & ego, slow burn

word count: 4.4k

notes: annoying smelly drunk mf tries to get on you so tw for that other than that enjoy horny ran ig

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The following day, Ran comes back to the bar along with a lanky dude with black hair and a yellow streak in the middle. You glare at the table not because Ran is there, but because they brought at least 4 girls with them.

Does that bother you? Yes. Should it bother you? No. Should you act like it doesn’t bother you but deep down you know it does? Yes.

After Ran texted you at 2am, you gave him the benefit of the doubt and texted him till the sun started to rise. It was surprisingly relaxing. Maybe it was because you couldn't hear his annoying voice through the text or see his annoyingly attractive face through the screen.

You’ve always been more comfortable texting people rather than talking face to face. Maybe that was the reason why you kind of enjoyed speaking to him. Yea, totally that.

It wasn’t till the natural morning sun hit your room that you finally went to bed, remembering that you had to start your shift in 5 hours. That’s also another reason why you’re in a bad mood. Having 3 hours of sleep-in total wasn’t something you were used to. Especially because Ran is the reason.

To be honest, you knew you were at fault, but blaming Ran was just better. Made you feel more at ease.

You actively try and avoid the table, hoping that Kaash will serve them instead. You deliberately walk directly towards Ran’s table, making him think you’re finally going to serve him just to serve the table directly behind him.

You tried your hardest to keep your poker face on as you smile and talk as sweetly as possible to the middle aged men whilst you wrote down their orders. As soon as you turn around to head back to behind the counter, a hand grabs yours. “Why are you ignoring me?” Ran asks which makes everybody at the table turn to face you.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you admit and tug his hand off of your arm. It’s not long until he approaches you at the front whilst you’re talking to Kaash as you’re cutting up lemon and lime to serve with the men’s drinks.

“[Y/N], are you mad at me?”

“No.”

That was a lie and everybody could tell. Even Kaash silently observed as she took a sip of the glass she was holding before realising it was for a customer. She downed it anyways and grabbed another cup to make another drink whilst she listened in on the conversation.

“We were fine this morning, what happened?” Ran asks again, leaning against the counter as he tries to get an actual answer out of you.

“I’m fine.” You turn around to crush some ice into the drink before pouring the cocktail into the glass and placing the sliced lemon and lime on the rim of the glass.

When you turn back around, you saw the small frown on Ran’s face and you feel a little guilty. Damn your sympathy.

“Look, just drop it Ran. I’m not mad at you, I’m just running on 3 hours of sleep, so stop bothering me unless I do something I regret.”

Rans frown fades and his signature smile is back. “Did baby not get her full nights rest?”

“Baby—, I will spit in your drink if you ever call me that again.” You say as Ran leans in closer. “Empty threat.”

You press your lips together, taking a deep breath before gripping the tray with the cocktails on tight and walking around Ran, heading towards the order table.

Ran turns and watches you hand them their drink, “What’s her problem?” he asks Kaash who just shrugs and continues to mix the drinks together. “By the way, I’m Kaash and [Y/N] told me earlier that I’ll be serving you today along with Kiyomi, our other co-worker.”

At this, he whips his head to face her, “What? Why?”

“Tony said she’s doing good upfront but he wants to see how she works behind the scenes, so she will be working in the back with the other workers tonight.”

“Oh.”

The hours go by and Ran hasn’t bothered you all day surprisingly. That was one problem dealt with. But now Kaash wouldn’t shut the fuck up every time she entered the backroom about how her crush was here. She dragged you towards the window which had access to the whole bar and she pointed over at Ran’s table.

“Ran is your crush?” You ask and she shakes her head.

“No! The other dude!” Her finger reaches out and points at the dude with black and yellow hair. “He’s in my business class!” The two of you watched as he stood up from the table and walked off somewhere, displaying all 6 feet 2. Kaash almost fainted seeing how tall he is. Legs wobbling as she found a bench to sit on to catch her breath. “I can’t go out there like this.”

“Breathe Kaash,” Kiyomi says as he rubs her back to soothe her.

You look back through the window, seeing one of the girls intentionally spill cream down their chin. You cringe as you watch her lean towards Ran asking him to remove it for her.

Is she a child?

Ran brings his thumb out and wipes along her chin. He’s about to grab a tissue to remove the cream from his thumb but she leans down and takes the tip of his thumb in her mouth.

EW....

“Fucking whores,” you grumble to yourself, looking away from the window and turning back to your cutting station.

“She’s been doing that all damn day,” Kaash says as she sees your reaction to the PDA going on at that table. “She tried to do the same to Shuji because he had something on his face but I stepped in and wiped it for him.” Her voice drifted off into a dreamy like state as she thought back to the scene. Shuji’s deep voice thanked her as she wiped the corner of his mouth with some tissue.

“Cute,” you say, looking back to the table, seeing Ran’s arm around the girl and your smile dropped instantly. Kiyomi saw your reaction and stepped forward, looking through the window as she examined the scene. “Oh.... I see what’s going on,”

“What? What’s going on?” Kaash stands up and squeezes between the two of you. Her eyes dart around the room until her eyes land on the scene.

She puts your reaction + the visual right in front of her together before gasping. “YOU LIKE HIM!”

You jolt, startled from her screaming so suddenly until her words actually process in your head. “What? Ew, no!”

They both look at you, clearly not believing you. “I’m serious, I don’t .”

They send each other a look.

“I DONT !” You groan before you decide the best thing is to ignore them and focus on cutting these damn limes. “It’s okay if you do, he’s fucking ho—,”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

Kaash is about to open her mouth until you cut her off. “Kaash, I will shove this raw lime down your throat if you do not shut up.”

“Hot.”

You raise your hand ready to squirt lime juice in her eyes until Kiyomi steps in between the two of you. “Guys, stop fooling around.” She speaks gently and carefully removes the lime from your hand before you can blind Kaash.

“As much as I’d love to see lime in her eyes—,”

Kaash gasps loudly in betrayal.

“—we still have to work. More people have came in so let’s go.”

***

When Emi and Tony told you there would be a party next weekend at the bar, you had no clue it was the party that Ran was referring to was here at the bar.

You were aware that Emi got invited to a party, but you just assumed it was on campus in someone’s dorm or something. Kaash spent the entire week training you on the do’s and dont’s of tonight and you were feeling very confident that you would do well, but Ran’s appearance threw you off completely.

Especially the way you could feel his stare burning into the back of your head as this random tipsy guy is all over you.

“Excuse me, I have to do my job.” You say, trying not to aggravate the man just as Kaash told you to. Being rude will only upset them and they tend to get violent.

“Let me but you a drink, yeah? I got cash.” He speaks a little too close to your face and you scrunch your nose, the smell of alcohol and beer is so strong and disgusting.

“I work here, I don’t need you to buy me a drink,” you state the obvious, “but thank you for the offer. I’m pretty sure there’s other girls you can buy drinks for.” You try and remove his hand that’s resting on the curve of your hip but instead he just leans in closer and you start to panic.

His hand just isn’t budging.

“I don’t want to buy another girls a drink,” he says, pausing for a moment to burp, “I want youuu~”

A look of panic washes over your face as you desperately try and look around for any of your coworkers, but the bar is filled with so many people that it’s difficult for you to find any. That’s when you lock eyes with Ran.

You look away quickly, back at the man in front of you who keeps on leaning closer with his whiskey scented breath. “Sir, please. I need to do my job.” You bring your hands to his chest and try physically shove him off you.

Instead he just leans towards your ear, whispering, “I’ll tip you extra if you do some special services for me.”

Gross.

“I’m not a prostitue sir. This isn’t the kind of bar for that stuff, please get off me.” You try and stay calm and polite and try and shove at his chest again until the man actually backs away this time.

But it’s not cause of you.

Ran basically lifts the man off the ground by the hold he has on his shirt. “Didn’t she say no? Run along now.”

“W-who are you? Put me down!” The man tries to grab at Ran but fails miserably so he resorts to violence. Clenching his hands into fists and punches Ran straight in the nose.

The impact doesn’t even look like it hurt, looked more like a slap than a punch, Ran didn’t even budge. Except there was blood running down his nose which he wiped away. A breathy laugh escapes his lips as he reaches inside his pocket.

Your eyes dart down and see him pulling out a shiny black metal object. “Ran, I don’t think that’s a good idea-,” you try and stop him but Ran just ignores you and gently pushes you aside. “Ran—,”

The man starts to get scared as he sees a fucking baton tight in Ran’s hold. “Hey, wait— I was just joking, man. It was a joke—,”

“Didn’t find it very funny.” Ran says as he backs the man into a corner. You grab onto Ran’s arm, trying to stop him from hitting the man because he will get kicked out for violence.

“Ran it’s not worth it, just ignore him.” You say as you tug on his jacket sleeve. “Just put it down.”

Ran turns and faces you, seeing the initial look of fear fade from your face, now a small smile resting on your face as you try your hardest to persuade him.

Ran sighs, stuffing his baton back into his pocket. “You got lucky,” Ran turns to face the man who’s backed against the wall, “but if I ever see your face again, I’ll—,”

“Ran.” You say sternly and he shuts up. You notice something dripping down from his nose. “Is that?” You step closer, getting on your tiptoes as you inspect his face. “You’re bleeding.”

“It’s whatever.” He shrugs and you roll your eyes. “Come here.” You grab onto his hand and lead him towards the back room where the ice is kept. “Sit down there,” you point to the counter and he obeys, sitting by the edge.

He watches as you grab a paper towel and wet it under the sink before folding it into a ball. You step towards him, standing between his legs as you gently wipe the blood that’s dripping down. Holding the toilet paper down on his nose, you flick your eyes to his face. “Sorry you got hurt cause of me.”

Ran shrugs, “it’s nothing.”

You still can’t help but look guilty. If only you would have pushed him off you sooner this wouldn’t have happened. Ran notices you don’t say anything and examines your face, seeing the way your inner eyebrows are raised and your gaze is fixed downwards.

“You’re cute when you smile,” he says as he lifts your gaze back to his face by your chin. Your lips twitch into a small genuine smile at his words and you feel his thumb run across your bottom lip. “So cute,” he says so quietly you almost don’t hear it.

You flick your gaze to his lips, only to find out there’s a small cut on his lip. You stare at it intensely but Ran misinterprets your gaze. He leans in and presses his lips to yours. Your first initial reaction was shock cause what the actual fuck is going on—

The kiss was only a peck until he pulls away. He rests both of his hands on your hips, holding you to ensure that you can’t run and ruin this moment before leaning back in, this time using his tongue to run across your bottom lip. You squirm in place as your body feels tingly from all this attention, dropping the wet tissue and bring your hands up to his face as you try and control the kiss but fail miserably.

Ran notices and chuckles against your mouth, pulling away as he leaves a trail of kisses down your jawline to your throat, keeping his fingers under your chin to keep your head tilted upwards to give him access.

The door suddenly bursts open and you part from him so quickly, pretending to look for ice in the freezer. Kaash watches with open eyes, blinking fast as you start pulling ice bags out from the freezer.

“What did I just witness—,”

“Nothing.” You say, not making eye contact with Ran or Kaash, just digging in the freezer for more ice even though you have more than enough at this point.

“Ok, got my ice, bye!” You struggle to hold the 5 bags of ice in your hands but manage to make it out of the door, slamming it with your foot behind you.

“She’s a fucking mess,” Kaash says before turning back to Ran. “Soooo, you and [Y/N] huh?”

“What about it?” Ran licks his bottom lip. The taste of you still fresh, lingering on his lips. This was just a teaser, he wants more. No. He needs more.

“If I didn’t burst in here in time, would you two have fucked in here?”

Ran shakes his head, “way too early for that. I plan on taking my time with her. She’s special.”

“Special, huh?” A grin forms on her face that Ran doesn’t like. “Wonder how she will react if she finds out you think she’s special.”

“You won’t dare.” Ran can see what she’s hinting at, knowing that she’s going to open her big mouth and tell you and ruin his chances completely.

“I will,” she says, “unless you do something for me…” she trails off and Ran raises his brow.

“Get Shuji to dance with me. Please?”

“That’s it?” Ran questions and she nods. “Alright, I’ll do my best.” He hops off the counter and heads for the door, “What’s your name?”

“I served you earlier! You know my name!”

Ran made an oops look with his face, trying to remember. “Whatever, it’s Kaash, oh and tell him like I’m sexy and stuff so he can fall for me.”

“No promises,” Ran says as he shuts the door behind him.

You spend the next hour avoiding Ran. You hate this effect he has on you. It’s not right. It’s not you. You’re watching everybody in their own little groups as they talk and dance to the music blasting out of the speakers. The lights in the room shifting from blue to red as if it was setting a mood.

You feel a tap on your shoulder and turn to see who it is. “Dance with me.” Ran phrases it like a command not a suggestion.

“I don’t dance.”

“I can teach you,” he holds his hand for you to take it. You look at it, then back at his face. His stupid hot sexy fucking face that you just want to slap for making your body react to him in a lustful way.

“Fine, only cause I’m bored.” You say as you take his hand. You both know that you’re lying.

Reaching the middle of the floor, Ran presses your back flush against his chest, “just do this, okay?” His fingers trail their way down from your waist to your hips, holding them firm as he controls the movement of your body against his.

Everything seems like a blur. Whenever the two of your bodies make contact, you feel a tingling sensation deep inside you. Ran presses up against you even more. At this point, there’s no gap between the two of you.

You lock eyes with Kaash who’s also dancing with a guy. He lifts his head from her neck and you notice it’s Shuji. She actually managed to dance with him. You mouth the words ‘congratulations’ and she winks at you, mouthing ‘you too’ as she points to Ran who’s behind you right now, hands firm your hips.

You suddenly feel hot and very aware of the situation. Watching the way Kaash turns around facing Shuji, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Am I supposed to be doing that? You question as you look around the room, seeing everybody doing similar actions. You decide to take her lead, turning around and facing Ran which startles him a little.

He preferred the other position because could hide the heat creeping up on his face easier. But now the two of you facing each other, eye to eye, he feels vulnerable.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his grip on you tightens as you press your face into his chest, taking in his scent from his shirt. It makes you feel excited. Almost forgetting who you were dancing with.

Ran can’t take the vulnerability anymore and spins you around, back to the first position. That’s when you feel it, something poking hard against your ass. “You drive me fuckin’ insane,” he pulls you flush against his crotch, “feel what you’re doing to me”

He’s so close to you. You can feel his breath against your ear as he hides his face in the crook of your neck, planting kisses down your shoulder. His hands still controlling the movement and direction of your hips. Every roll of your hips, you come into contact with his hard on.

Ran’s fingers tighten and pulls you even more impossibly closer. You lean your head back, resting against his chest to give him more access. You feel the tickle of his braids on your cheek when his mouth latches onto your exposed skin, sucking hard enough he’s sure there’s going to be a mark.

Everything feels hot that you lose control of your body, listening to your pussy instead. You start to press up against him harder for feel more of him. This wasn’t enough. You needed more.

This was so bad. Code red to be frank. You were getting addicted. This is exactly what you wanted to avoid. The longer you stayed, pressed up against him, the more you were aware of his touch. The press of his soft lips along your neck, tongue darting out and licking along your skin. His fingers trailing down your hips, sliding up to wrap around your waist, like he was trapping you between him.

You feel embarrassed, doing such lewd wanton things in public, till you remember where exactly you are. Your eyes dart around the room seeing everybody doing equally lewd things and you’re surprised to see that nobody stripped down and started fucking raw on the floor yet.

You’re brought back to the scene with Ran when you feel the wetness of Ran’s lips make a slow heated path up to your chin. He removes his hands from your waist and tilts your face back to meet his gaze.

Similar to the stare off the two of you had in the back room not that long ago, his eyes drop down to your lips and you sink your bottom lip between your teeth.

“Ran! It’s my turn to dance now,” an annoying voice squeaks out from behind Ran, startling you.

“Later,” he says as he drops his head back down to your neck, his grip on your body practically squeezing you as he tries to drown out the noise of the girl behind him.

“You promised me!” You can hear the pout in her voice. Ran rolls his eyes and he’s so tempted to pick you up and drag you back to the back room so he can have some privacy but you gently remove his hands from your body.

“I have to go do my job, I got distracted,” you apologise to the girl for the distraction. The moment you step away from him, his entire body feels cold. As if your body was the only source of heat within a 10 mile radius.

“Great! Thank you ma’am,” the girl slides into your spot and instantly latches onto his body, trying to replicate the position Ran had you in before.

You watch from behind the bar as she’s all up on him and you can’t help but feel a little jealous. Not jealous, sad actually. The girl was pretty and had a beautiful body and she seemed really into him. You tried to rip your gaze away from the two but it was damn near impossible, your mind subconsciously flicking your eyes down to where there two bodies were connected.

“How’s the party?“ You turn to the voice and see Hotaro who is sitting on the barstool in front of you.

“It’s okay, I guess.” You pour some water into a cup and down it, trying to cool your body down. You look around and see that everybody has drinks and are satisfied so you no longer need to wait and serve people.

“You thirsty?” You ask him and he shakes his head.

Ran eventually gets annoyed with the girl and he rips her off him like she stuck adhesive glue onto her dress and clung to him. His eyes find the table with his friends and leaves the girl alone on the floor as he sits down next to his brother.

“What’s wrong?” Rindou asks the moment his brother sits. “Nothing.” Ran says, grabbing the first drink on the table and downing it, not caring who it belongs to.

“That chick was fucking hot!” Hanma slumps down next to Ran as he approaches the table. “Thanks for telling me about her by the way.”

Ran nods, twirling the glass in his hand, deep in thought. His eyes flick upwards to the bar, seeing you converse with Hotaro and he grips the glass tight when he watches what happens next.

Hotaro cups your cheek as you stare at him through beneath your lashes. Ran can’t make out what he’s saying, but his lips are moving and you smile, similar to the one that you gave him in the back room.

“You’re so pretty. Did I ever mention that?” Hotaro says as he examines your face. You shake your head and he smiles, biting his lip considering whether he should just go for it.

“Can I kiss you?”

No Hotaro you can’t😒

Decided yn needed to stop being a pussy and get some action🐐

#ran x reader #ran haitani x reader #haitani ran x reader #tokyo rev x reader #tokrev x reader #hanma x reader #rindou x reader #series : hard to get

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sultrybaby · 2 years

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Fallin' (EN- REACTION)

Enhypen reaction to you tripping down the stairs and crashing onto them.

Requested by: ANON

'Enhypen reaction to you tripping down the stairs and crashing onto them

Why? Cuz my head is running laps around the east coast prison near the asylum. '

💞Warnings: a lot of falling, im pretty sure there's cursing, really cliché at times, this honestly feels like a fever dream💞 Word count:200 something 💞Pairing: Enha x gn!Reader💞 Genre: Fluff, crack (can be interpreted as established romantic relationship OR platonic relationship)

Heeseung:

Poor boy was coming upstairs to check on you

When he saw you coming downstairs. He turned away for like...1 second and suddenly u yelped.

PaNik-

He ran to you in order to catch you but in vain.

You just smashed into him.

Both of you fell on the floor, Heeseung suffering slightly more than you did considering u used him as a mattress when u fell, while he hit the ground straight up (RIP 💀)

You both start checking if the other was ok

"Dude you good?"

"I mean u almost curried me but yeah wtv"

"Hey I didnt MEAN to-"

U both make eye contact and just...start laughing.

"BRO that was epic"

"r u srsly bro-zoning me rn"

"i talk like this when im embarrassed shut up-"

Jay:

Honestly

I can imagine him just, catching u out of reflex

Like you would trip and fall and he would just extend his arm and casually catch u (Damn that's hot 😳)

"Uhh..thanks man"

"Oh baby, what would u do without me, mm?"

Jake:

Tripping and falling onto jake would be so cute

Like i think you'd both be going down the stair when u trip, and he would wrap his arms around you and envelope you

"noo bby r u okay??? 🥺🥺"

You'd be a blushing mess because of how embarrassed you are, and he will just make it worse by pecking ur crown and being all "i caught you falling for me 😉"

He might even go as far as bridal carrying u down the stairs (provided he does not give up and jsut leave u on the stairs by then)

Sunghoon:

This guy would react similarly to jay

As in he'd probably catch u perfectly with his reflexes

But his attitude

He is NOT as carefree as jay

This cocky mf is not gonna let u forget about it god

You'd trip, fall, and land straight into his arms. And he would push you in until ur noses are almost touching.

"If ur so desperate to be held, u can just ask baby"

And you'd eyeroll but ur also secretly, like, so flustered

And honestly HE'S EMBARRASSED TOO he does not know where all this confidence is coming from

Like he'll manage one more 'I see ur falling for me" before breaking and bursting into laughter, his face a red mess.

And u would laugh along with him, hitting his chest.

"You dork😡"

"You clutz 😡"

Sunoo:

Okay yall

Dont kill me for this BUT

I think sunoo would actually just let you fall LMFAOO 😭💀

Like he would be near the stairs when he would hear you trip

And he'd see you falling down, and he's jsut make that disgusted face he makes and move the fuck out of ur way like ur some dead insect

LIKE IM SAWRY but that is the only way i see this going down

And you would rub ur butt and stand up, and then he'd be like

"u okay?? 🥺🥺"

"I ALMOST DIED WHY DIDNT U CATCH"

And yall would just bicker endlessly until he notices like a red spot on ur elbow and gets seriously worried

Prepare for cuddle night

Jungwon:

The most normal out of all of them

U trip, crash on to him. He almost falls but then he catches his balance

He's lowkey amused but he keeps his cool and he's checking if you're okay

"Im good Im good dont worry"

He kinda dusts you all over

And then

Yall just go your merry way

Every once in a while he does bring it up when ur going downstairs tho

"Hey be careful...remember when u almost died"

"That's way too dramatic baby 😭"

Ni-ki:

The craziest out of all of them.

I feel like this would go down really badly.

He would probably be at the end of the stairs with some col drink in his hands, when you trip and fall

But he'd be listening to something with headphones in so he wouldnt know

Would get an inkling like a millisecond too late

You crash into him, he drops his phone and drink (which spills all over the two of you)

He would fall, and you would fall on him

Everything would happen way too fast and he would be so confused while you were embarrassed (and drenched)

You barely recover from the shock when you hear him yelp

"OMFG THAT WAS SO FUN"

Bruh wot 🤡💀

"Come on yn let's do it again"

So yeah you would somehow convince him to not do it again by getting him a new drink

TAGLISTS:

Permanent all works

@gloomysunny @thomas-the-tank-engene @goldenhypen

Permanent kpop

@soobin-chois @one16core @hoonsmarsbar

Enhypen

@yogurteume @annoyingbitch83

Networks

@kflixnet @enhypennetworks @the-k-neverland

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triggerghoul · 2 years

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TBB - Tech Headcanons

-Literally never shuts the fuck up. Ever.

- Dare ask him what he’s working on or what he did that day and you shall in return receive a huge ass lesson on what ever you asked him about (and you better listen to every word)

-If he’s alone in the cockpit (espessially if it’s night and the trest of the Batch are asleep), he might let you sit in his lap while he works on whatever he’s trying to fix

-Very confident but he also gets flustered very very easily

-He can say and do things to you and have the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, but the second you go to do it back, mans is a stuttering,flustered, pool of nerd

-That amplifies by 100% when the others are around, especially since he knows that they will make fun of him

- If anyone does catch you guys and makes fun of either of you, Tech will alway have a stupid ass remark to try to cover up his embarassment

-His ears definitly get really red when he does that

-will not initiate anything, unless he DESPERATLY needs it.

- That being said, he also didn’t understand your obsession with wanting to cuddle with him. That was until he finally gave in and gave you cuddles

-Wont ever admit it but he loved it, same with hugs. He didn’t get why people liked them (espessially since he was used to wrecker’s bone-crushing hugs), but after you hugged him, he melted

- Tech is the biggest sucker for neck kisses. Bonus points if you do it right after waking up in the morning

-He rather enjoys talking to you in Mando’a, even if you cant understand it, he still feels that it is nessicary

-Will scold you for cursing then will “accidentally” end up saying “fuck” right after even though he literally just got onto you for it

-Loves when you play with his hair or give him head pats.

-Also loves when you carefully lift his goggles up onto his forehead and gentlely trace over the indentations they make on his face.

-Needy ass mf but will never activly say that he wants, say..., like a hug or anything when asked

-Isn’t really an animal or people person, very much a droid person

-Jealous AF

-Just give him attention. Please. He craves it

A/N: Sorry for any spelling mistakes, I haven’t written anything in a while and i dont feel like running this through a spell check rn lol. -Trig

#TBB #the bad batch #The bad batch headcanons #the bad batch x reader #tech the bad batch #tech headcanon #tech x reader

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shankschewtoy · 2 years

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Hcs or scenario of Law falling for someone that is exactly like luffy pls & thank u 🙏💕

a/n - omg Luffy gives Law so much stress and anxiety lmao it’d be funny if he had an s/o like that too 😭

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, law having crippling stress and anxiety, I put Luffy in here for no reason 💀

“You’re just like him.”

- It’s no wonder you’re best friends with Luffy-

- you two are so similar it’s crazy

- Luffy’s “friend” suffers from crippling anxiety and stress because of his shenanigans

- But with you, he can KIND OF tolerate you

- he doesn’t know why-

- dw you still give him anxiety 👍

- one (out of the many dumbass moments you’ve had) time you accidentally fell into the super tiny gap between your bed and the wall

- (I did this at 1 in the morning last night 💀)

- You didn’t even know how you fit in there, but the problem was that your limbs were all tangled in the weirdest positions ever

- and my god it hurt

- you managed to call Law since he usually saved your ass when stuff like this happened

- you were practically sounding like you were going to cry over the phone

- So Law immediately ran towards your home, banging down the door and running up the stairs as fast as he could

- He was having a mini heart attack- what if something was really wrong?!

- when he found you, he had the most dead-pan “you’re a dumbass” expression on his face

- mf just started to walk away at that point he’s done- 💀

- “WAIT LAW- PLEASE THIS REALLY HURTS-!”

- he struggled to pull you out since you were literally wedged in the crevice 🗿

- He had to lean all the way back, using his body weight before you finally slipped out

- You managed to fall straight on top of him, and law tried to hide his blushing cheeks 😭

- “get off me y/n.”

- You always had some kind of new scrape or bruise from being clumsy, so Law tried to fix every single thing on you

- he also lectures you 24/7 while knowing you don’t listen to shit he says 💀

- Man wants you to be safe, and worries about you a lot lmao

- also this is just a really dumb moment you had with your bestie Luffy

- you both decided it’d be so fun to try and swim in the ocean during the weekend

- (you both have devil fruit abilities)

- yeah. Guess how that went?

- Mhm. You drowned.

- FORTUNATELY- everyone else decided to tag along, and Law almost immediately saw you both drowning

- emo man can’t swim 🗿 so what’s he gonna do

- yea. PANIC (and shove people in to save you)

- Bitch literally shoved Zoro into the water to save you

- He also shoved in the simp love cook

- When Sanji came back with you in his arms, Law immediately performed a checkup on you, making sure you were breathing and everything

- (Zoro just stepped on Luffy, pushing the water out of his balloon stomach 💀)

——— >

- Yes, there was a rainbow ✨🌈

- Law was shouting at you for about 45 minutes 😭

- you give this man so much fucking stress and he doesn’t even know why he likes you so much

- he just- does

- He could yell at you over and over again and never get tired of you 🥺

- but still his anxiety got 10x worse once he met you 🗿

- pls stop giving him minor heart attacks

- I don’t think his body can take it anymore 💀

- ALSO- for the scenario, I think that both you and Luffy would be the worst drivers of the year so- yep 👌

—————— >

Scenario - “You’re going to be the death of me….” 💀

(This is a modern scenario :)

Law was silently reading a book, laying on the couch, happily enjoying the peace and quiet in his room. The book was interesting to him, it was one of his favorite comic books after all. Everything was great, it was peaceful, calm, and quiet. Until he heard tires screech outside. He almost threw his book in the air from being spooked like that. He opened the blinds of his room, and he saw you standing outside and waving your arms at his window. You were standing next to a quite- beat up car.. He sighed heavily, looks like his quiet moment was over before it even began.. He reluctantly opened the door, walking outside to meet your smiling face. “Y/n-ya, what are you doing with a car..?” He asked with a tired and confused expression. “I thought we could take it for a drive! Luffy said I’m a good driver.” You said pridefully, smiling up at him brightly. He knew he’d regret his decision.. But how could he say know to that sunshine of a smile you had? “Fine.” He replied quietly, getting into the passenger seat. You looked so happy and excited to show Law your “decent” driving skills.

Hopping into the drivers seat, you made Law had his seatbelt on first! That’s the first thing you learned- “safety first” right? Law sighed, buckling your seatbelt for you, “You have to put on a seatbelt..” He grumbled with an irritated tone. “Whoops.” You replied with a giggle, getting your hands on the wheel with determination and excitement in your eyes. It was almost as if you were sparkling with anticipation. Law found it cute, seeing how excited and determined you were to show him your driving skills.. But he was also holding onto his seatbelt for his life, making sure he wouldn’t fall out of the seat if anything were to happen. “Ok! Ready…? Set. GO!” You said, pressing on the gas pedal with most of your weight. The car wouldn’t move, and you looked so disappointed. Law almost started laughing, “Why won’t it go?!” You shouted, looking around, and tapping different buttons on the car. Law saw your keys sitting on the dashboard, and he sighed with a laugh at how panicked you looked. He grabbed them and started the car engine with the keys, “OHHHHHHH-!” You said with amazed eyes. “Thanks Law!” You shouted happily, now pushing your weight on the gas pedal.

But wait… Why was everything outside of the car moving in front of you? Wait a damn minute. “Y/N-YA YOU’RE ON REVERSE-!” Law yelled, looking behind at the nearing wall that you were about to crash into. “WHAT?!” You screamed, immediately shifting the car out of reverse. You slammed your foot on the brakes, and Law’s head whipped forward with the sudden movement. It made him dizzy, and he almost saw his life flash before his eyes. “Ok… Phew that was kind close haha!” You laughed, wiping the sweat off your forehead with relief. “Y/n. We could’ve fucking died.” He said, grabbing you by your shoulders with wide eyes. “Sorry-!” You replied, stepping on the gas pedal, making Law fly back into his seat. Law’s eyes were wide with worry and anxiety, his body was shaking with stress. “WHOOO HOOOOO!” You screamed excitedly, taking your hands off the wheel and waving them in the air. “HANDS ON THE WHEEL-!” He yelled, slamming your hands back on the steering wheel. You swerved around approaching cars, almost barely escaping a car crash everytime you passed someone. Law reached up, trying to find the hand rest on the side of the door. But it wasn’t there, he fumbled around, trying to frantically grab onto something. “Y/n-ya where’s the hand rest?!” He shouted, clearly panicking. “It broke off last time I crashed!” You replied rather light heartedly. “Last time you wh-?!” He started to shout before you sharply turned to the right, making Law fly around in his seat. The seatbelt almost did nothing for him- but at least there was something keeping him alive. You laughed happily, continuing to speed rather quickly down the roads. “Law isn’t this fun?!” You shouted, looking towards him. Law looked absolutely petrified, he looked like a cat who was desperately clinging onto the door handle for his life.

When he looked forward again, he saw the familiar faces of his friends. Luffy and Zoro were walking across the street, talking and obviously not paying attention. “Y/N STOP STOP STOP-!” He yelled, grabbing your arm tightly. You looked forward and screamed, slamming your hand on the horn. Zoro yelped, looking at the approaching car as he jumped out of the way as fast as he could. Luffy was confused, “Huh?? What are you doing Zoro?!” Luffy shouted, staring at him with a dazed expression. “LUFFY MOVE YOUR ASS!” He yelled, running towards him to try and move him out of the way. You instantly slammed your foot on the brakes, the car skidding as it slowed down. You were going so fast that it was hard for the tires to grab the ground. Law closed his eyes, it was embarrassing how petrified he looked. You cling onto him, wrapping your arms around him tightly while screaming and trying to shove more weight onto the brake pedal. You both closed your eyes, hugging each other and just praying that Luffy would either move, or the car would stop in time. Once you both felt the car stop, you slowly opened your eyes, and to your surprise, Luffy was still standing there. “Huh? OH Y/N HI!” He shouted, jumping up and down while waving his arms excitedly. Law was shaking, his fists clenched so tightly his fingers were turning purple. “You… Are going to be the death of me, y/n.” He said slowly, looking at you with a tired and petrified expression. “Hehe- don’t worry! I won’t let you die!” You replied with a smile. “I MEAN YOU’RE THE ONE WHO’S GOING TO KILL ME IDIOT!”

a/n - I love law 😭 and this was the goofiest thing I’ve written today I loved it sm ty for the request anon >:)

#trafalgar d water law #one piece hcs #law x reader #one piece #law one piece #one piece x reader #roronoa zoro #luffy one piece #law x y/n #law x you #law headcanons

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