Hey guys, so it's me again. Please, I'm begging you to help me! I don't want to be evicted. Yes, it really is that bad. We're struggling just to keep the utilities on. Please.

I'm also selling a bunch of stuff over at ebay, including this

Hey guys, so it's me again. Please, I'm begging you to help me! I don't want to be evicted. Yes, it really is that bad. We're struggling just to keep the utilities on. Please.

I'm also selling a bunch of stuff over at ebay, including this

When he gets excited about cooking a new dish and rushes from the kitchen tearing his apron off you feel the smile. When you can see the glimmer in his eyes your chest feels light. You can't help but cover your mouth and let the giggles slip through your lips when he trips over himself passing through the doorway.

He's so cute. You just adore seeing the passion overwhelm his body. Enjoy seeing it ooze from his soul into the world around him.

He pauses and looks over his shoulder where you're sitting, in the middle of a meal he'd placed before you. Your eyes are crinkled at the edges, your nose scrunched, and he can see that smile stretching wide. His face lights with a deep crimson that reaches all the way to the tips of his ears.

“law, it’s just my—” sneeze, cough, “allergies!”

“don’t care, y/n-ya,” your captain replied, seizing you by the shoulders and sitting you down on a kitchen stool. you rolled your eyes, huffing. “besides, you shouldn’t be cooking if you’re sneezing. i don’t need your snot in my food.”

his large, tattooed hand came to rest on your forehead, manually checking your temperature. “you’re warm, you should go lay down.”

“do i get captain’s quarters?” you giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. law bristled, his cheeks tinging pink.

“you have your own bunk for a reason. i don’t need your germs,” he said flatly. you pouted up at him from the stool.

“come on, don’t you care about me, captain?”

law sighed. you were truly his weakness. “fine. go lay down.”

score! you thought. “thanks, law,” you began, hopping down off the stool. your legs wobbled, but he caught your waist.

“maybe you’re sicker than i thought if you can’t even walk to my quarters by yourself,” he smirked. your arms wrapped around his torso, your warm cheek leaning on the cool flesh of his bicep.

“maybe,” you murmured. “carry me?”

“law, it’s just my—” sneeze, cough, “allergies!”

“don’t care, y/n-ya,” your captain replied, seizing you by the shoulders and sitting you down on a kitchen stool. you rolled your eyes, huffing. “besides, you shouldn’t be cooking if you’re sneezing. i don’t need your snot in my food.”

his large, tattooed hand came to rest on your forehead, manually checking your temperature. “you’re warm, you should go lay down.”

“do i get captain’s quarters?” you giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. law bristled, his cheeks tinging pink.

“you have your own bunk for a reason. i don’t need your germs,” he said flatly. you pouted up at him from the stool.

“come on, don’t you care about me, captain?”

law sighed. you were truly his weakness. “fine. go lay down.”

score! you thought. “thanks, law,” you began, hopping down off the stool. your legs wobbled, but he caught your waist.

“maybe you’re sicker than i thought if you can’t even walk to my quarters by yourself,” he smirked. your arms wrapped around his torso, your warm cheek leaning on the cool flesh of his bicep.

“maybe,” you murmured. “carry me?”

“law, it’s just my—” sneeze, cough, “allergies!”

“don’t care, y/n-ya,” your captain replied, seizing you by the shoulders and sitting you down on a kitchen stool. you rolled your eyes, huffing. “besides, you shouldn’t be cooking if you’re sneezing. i don’t need your snot in my food.”

his large, tattooed hand came to rest on your forehead, manually checking your temperature. “you’re warm, you should go lay down.”

“do i get captain’s quarters?” you giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. law bristled, his cheeks tinging pink.

“you have your own bunk for a reason. i don’t need your germs,” he said flatly. you pouted up at him from the stool.

“come on, don’t you care about me, captain?”

law sighed. you were truly his weakness. “fine. go lay down.”

score! you thought. “thanks, law,” you began, hopping down off the stool. your legs wobbled, but he caught your waist.

“maybe you’re sicker than i thought if you can’t even walk to my quarters by yourself,” he smirked. your arms wrapped around his torso, your warm cheek leaning on the cool flesh of his bicep.

“maybe,” you murmured. “carry me?”

“law, it’s just my—” sneeze, cough, “allergies!”

“don’t care, y/n-ya,” your captain replied, seizing you by the shoulders and sitting you down on a kitchen stool. you rolled your eyes, huffing. “besides, you shouldn’t be cooking if you’re sneezing. i don’t need your snot in my food.”

his large, tattooed hand came to rest on your forehead, manually checking your temperature. “you’re warm, you should go lay down.”

“do i get captain’s quarters?” you giggle, wiping at your nose with your sleeve. law bristled, his cheeks tinging pink.

“you have your own bunk for a reason. i don’t need your germs,” he said flatly. you pouted up at him from the stool.

“come on, don’t you care about me, captain?”

law sighed. you were truly his weakness. “fine. go lay down.”

score! you thought. “thanks, law,” you began, hopping down off the stool. your legs wobbled, but he caught your waist.

“maybe you’re sicker than i thought if you can’t even walk to my quarters by yourself,” he smirked. your arms wrapped around his torso, your warm cheek leaning on the cool flesh of his bicep.

“maybe,” you murmured. “carry me?”

law, pt one.

note. yeah it’s basically summer. they lowkey didn’t get to the beach yet but idgaf i want to make a bunch of parts anyway. semi-established relationship, kinda toeing the line if you will.