clark stops mid-sentence like whatever he was saying just leaves him halfway out of his mouth.
it felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs,
because your fingers brush his chest. light, careless, like it means nothing at all.
you’re fixing his tie.
it’s nothing really it’s simple, if anything it’s helpful.
but he still goes quiet anyways, he wants to scold himself, he can confront aliens that are about to destroy his life as he knows it but the moment this woman he met a couple months ago starts touching his tie of all things - his heart start beating like it was its last time beating at all.
because your hands are so close-too close in a way that doesn’t feel logical but still feels real in his chest.
like you don’t know what you’re doing to him.
“there we go.” you say, leaning away from his warmth, your hands smooth over your skirt for a second like it was just another normal moment. a small smile finds your lips like you were content with you work
clark this its the cutest thing he's seen all day.
you act like you didn’t just leave him standing there slightly different than he was before.
clark doesn’t move.
you look up at him and his eyes meet yours for a second before flicking away again. his ears start to burn a bit and he hates that you can probably see it.
he keeps looking at your hands. like they did something to him.
“i’m sorry. i was just fixing your tie. it was crooked and i didn’t want you walking into the presentation disheveled.” you shrug, looking innocent as if it’s nothing. like it shouldn’t matter.
he blinks like he has to catch up to himself.
then shakes his head a little.
“no, it’s fine.” he says too quick, obviously flustered. then softer. “just didn’t expect it is all… thank you.”
his eyes finally meet yours properly but it doesn’t help him.
with the way your looking at him, like you knew everything he was thinking and like you could see right through him.
god, your eyes were beautiful. he thinks he’d let you look straight through him all day if it meant he got to keep seeing them like this. by the end of it he’d probably be invisible. he doesn’t think he’d care.
now he’s thinking about it too much.
about how something so small felt like too much.
about how your fingers at his chest shouldn’t feel like his heart was about to explode.
about how he still feels it even after you’ve stepped away.
and he doesn’t say any of that he just stands there. trying to act normal and failing a little.
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Summary: Being in love with your coworker is an HR nightmare. Being in love with Spencer Reid is somehow worse.
Tags: fluff, reader is in denial (aren't we all), workplace romance, friends to lovers, mutual pinning, they both have it bad for each other, idiots in love, slow burn
w/c: 1.2k
Notes: Hey, so this lowkey might turn into a mini series cus I have so many ideas for this dynamic. If you enjoy pls interact; it's greatly appreciated (pls lets bring back old fandom culture)
The LAPD precinct was chilly as the AC continued to blast, little goosebumps forming along the exposed skin of your arms, the end of a pen lolling near your mouth. Your eyes were fixated on the open villain folder, images of a brutally murdered woman filling your peripheral vision. With a long exhale, muttering under your breath, “ Insecure men…”
Reid perked up from where he sat beside you. Leaning over awkwardly, desk chair creaking as he tried to get a better look at whatever was upsetting you. “Insecure men?”
“No offence, but your kind is a blight on the world”
“None taken.” He glanced quickly from the folder back up to your face with that stupid smile of his, catching on quickly. That was the problem with Spencer; he was bright, too bright. He caught every bit of nuance in as little as a single conversation, his brain working overtime to understand everyone around him— including you.
Even with the team's “no profiling” rule, he saw through you: extending kindness when he didn't have to, remembering coffee orders and the time you usually got to work.
“Another day, another case of a sad, lonely white dude getting off by killing innocent women. Honestly, if I had a penny for every case like this we've worked, I’d be able to retire early.”
Reid leaned back in his chair, adjusting his glasses before speaking, "There's actually a psychological phenomenon called aggrieved entitlement. It's when someone believes they're owed status, affection, or attention, and when reality doesn't match that expectation, some individuals externalize the blame. In extreme cases, that resentment can escalate into targeted violence." His hands wandered as he spoke, animating whatever it was he saw in his head.
Blinking at him for a moment, the silence settling.
"Sorry, I'm trying to be more conversational.” He squeaked out that last part. Avoiding eye contact, he tried to busy himself with a notebook that lay forgotten in our little corner of the table.
Swerving in your chair, back now facing Spencer, you made your way over to the evidence board. “Huh… well, it's not working, but I applaud your effort.”
That’s the other thing that pissed you off about Spencer: for all he makes up for in book smarts, he lacks in social skills. This six-foot-tall grown man was the embodiment of Bambi: skittish, clumsy, shy with big brown eyes. Incredibly inconvenient for you, your mind had recently developed the annoying habit of wandering whenever Spencer Reid was involved.
Makes you wonder what he’d look like on his knees—God, you were no better than a man.
Without realizing it, your gaze had drifted over your shoulder. Watching the boy genius fuss over his notes: fidgeting with his fingers, tapping them against his temple, bottom lip caught between his teeth.
You wouldn't go as far as to say you had a crush on Spencer; you were just co-workers.
Co-workers who flirt constantly and happen to go on coffee dates.
Besides, you were almost certain Hotch didn't want to deal with whatever HR nightmare you two had going on. His attention preoccupied with Morgan and Garcia’s not-so-workplace-friendly commentary. That, however, doesn't mean you couldn't appreciate the piece of eye candy, that is Dr. Reid. There was no harm in it, especially since it went right over his head.
Having yet to decide if that’s a good or bad thing.
“You're cold…” The words cut through your daze, pulling you back to reality.
“Sorry?”
Spencer shifted his eyes, meeting you halfway. “You have goose bumps all over your arms, and you're currently crossing them over your chest in order to maintain your core body temperature.”
He absentmindedly picked up an image from the evidence folder, flipping it once between his fingers before making his way around the table to the board.
Looking down at your arms, which were in fact crossed over your chest, a strange warmth bubbled somewhere deep within you. Normally you’d wear shirts with sleeves to work or, at the very least, bring some kind of cover-up. You meant to take one with you this morning. You really did, but had forgotten it in the hotel room, leaving you in your current predicament of dress pants and a tank top.
“My bad for assuming it's gonna be hot in LA,” you teased, a smirk plastered on your face.
Stepping up beside you, he spoke in an almost hesitant voice. “You can take my cardigan if you're cold; it's on the back of that chair.” He nodded to the right, leading your eyes along to the chair in question. The room was tense for a moment as his offer buzzed in your head; you were cold, but you also had dignity, and Morgan would never let you live this down.
“Thanks for the offer, Reid, but I'm good.” Plucking the picture from his hand, you grabbed a thumbtack off the board. You could feel the shift in his demeanour; his shoulders sank almost imperceptibly as he turned.
Sparring him no attention, almost missing the flush that rose over his ears and the tip of his nose. Silence washed over the room as the picture left your thumb and index finger. Taking a step back, side by side with Spencer, his eyes scanning the board in its entirety.
You almost felt bad. You knew he meant well. It's not his fault you're having an internal battle of how long Morgan will dangle pretty boy's cardigan over your head.
He looked like a kicked puppy; it made you almost regret saying no.
“I’m glad you're not like them.” The words were almost a whisper as they left your lips. Spencer tilted his head in your direction, a question already bubbling behind his eyes.
“Insecure, that is. You don't care what other people think of you; you are unapologetically yourself … It's admirable.”
His eyes softened for a moment, the discouragement of his rejected offer no longer lingering in the forefront of his mind. “Well, I'm not the greatest at pretending to be anyone else, but I'll take it as a compliment.”
“Spencer, promise me not to be anyone else.” Finally, turning to look at him face to face, you felt a fading unease awaiting his reaction.
He looked at you, really looked at you, as if you were another piece of evidence he had just been handed.
You were gonna throw up... Why did his gaze do this to you?
“I won’t,” he nodded along, almost satisfied. Unfortunately, the moment didn't last long as Emily barged into the conference room spewing words your brain was not processing.
She paused abruptly, giving the two of you a double-take.
“Am I interrupting something? …”
Putting as much distance between yourself and Spencer as you physically could, you blurted, "What? No, no—we were just talking about the case... You know what? Never mind."
Emily nodded, unconvinced, "Well... Hotch and the others are on their way back—"
Spencer thankfully opened his mouth before you could embarrass yourself any further, gathering the pile of notes on the desk. “Thanks, Emily. We'll gather what we got so far, and we'll meet you there.”
“Thanks, Reid,” you sputtered out. Heat rushed to your face as you escaped into the hallway. Behind you, Spencer chuckled quietly to himself.
“Staaaaaaay,” a tipsy Trinity whined, as you put on your coat. She was always an affectionate drunk. Which, while it was endearing to see how much she cares, but never vocalizes, it didn’t change the fact that you were working the New Year’s Day shift tomorrow.
“Trin, it’s already 2230, and you know the surge pricing is only gonna get worse,” you responded. Your lack of a car wasn’t normally an issue since you could walk most places, but Princess’s house was in the opposite direction from the pitt.
“Plus, I gotta go thank Princess for hosting the party.” You said. Her roommate went home for the holidays, making Princess’s townhouse a perfect spot for an ED New Year’s party. You appeased your favorite day shift intern with a quick hug.
“Be safe,” you ordered, more than asking.
“Yes, Sir,” she said with an over-exaggerated salute, giggling to herself. You rolled your eyes, catching Dennis by the crook of his elbow as you passed him on the way to find Princess.
“Make sure she gets home safe, alright?” you asked, nodding at Trinity behind you.
“I will,” he nodded with a smile, “I’ll text you when we get home.”
“Thanks, Whittaker,” you said with a smile, continuing on your way. You had become a quasi-big sister to her after you covered a day shift and saw how Langdon treated her. You understood not babying the next generation of doctors, but he was fucking hostile, and it made you sick. You recognized her confrontational shell as a defense mechanism. Sure, she still had a blunt personality, but her combativeness was there to protect her. A survival tactic you yourself had employed when you entered the male-dominated medical field. While you may only be two years out from your own residency, you recognized that you’d still be there if it weren’t for a certain attending backing you.
His support raised your confidence; at every challenge, he was there to offer guidance, and he knew when to step back. His respect meant the world to you, and fuck if his earned cockiness didn’t do something for you. Especially when he was being cocky about his mentorship, bragging about you to Robby and any of the other senior attendings that’d listen. Fuck the subtle things this man did to you, he-
“Shit, sorry, Abbot,” you said, almost falling over after running straight into his firm chest.
Speak of the fucking devil
“You alright, kid?” he asked, his warm hand felt like a brand as he held onto your elbow until you steadied yourself. You felt hot embarrassment rise on your neck, crawling up to your face under his attention.
“Yeah, no,” you said, taking a step back, “I just wasn’t looking where I was going.”
“No, kidding,” he laughed, “I’d make sure you aren’t driving home, but you don’t have a car.”
“Yeah, it’s definitely an uber kind of night.” You replied sheepishly.
“Are you heading out early, too?” he asked.
“Um, yeah,” you nodded, “I’m covering Collins’ shift tomorrow. ”
“You need a ride?” he asked.
“No, I’ll be fine, plus I’d just be out of your way.” You replied.
“Kid, you’re only ten minutes out of the way.” He replied, “Plus, I’d feel a hell of a lot better if I dropped you off at your door than waiting for you to text me you got home safe.” He dismissed.
“I’m not gonna be able to get out of this one, huh?” you laughed,
“Not unless you want me to tail your Uber home.” He replied firmly.
“Okay,” you replied, not knowing if he was joking or not, “I just have to say goodbye to Princess, then I’m ready to head out.”
“Alright, I already thanked her, I’m gonna go warm up my truck. I’ll meet you out front in 5,” he said, clapping you on the shoulder as you left. You swallowed your nerves as you filtered around, finally finding Princess in her kitchen.
“Hey, I’m gonna have to call it a night,” you said,
“Leaving already?” she asked,
“Yeah, I’m in at 0700 tomorrow.” You confirmed.
“That’s rough.” She laughed, clearly a little tipsy, “Thank you so much for coming, and for the cookies, I think they only lasted a half hour.”
“Thank you for hosting.” You replied,
“Anytime,” she smiled, “Get home safe.”
You shared a brief hug before you headed for the entrance. As promised, Jack was parked out front. You made a quick sprint to his car to beat the cold on this windy December night. You let out a sigh of relief when you closed your door and were engulfed by the pleasant warmth of Jack’s truck.
“So, how’d you get strapped with a day shift?” he asked,
“Oh, Collins covered for me when my granddad passed away last spring. She’s home visiting some family, and I didn’t really have a reason to say no,” you said with a shrug as he pulled away from the curb.
“Good, thought for a second you might be trying to transition to days.” He confessed.
“Fuck, no,” you said without thinking, causing a surprised laugh to punch out of Jack’s chest.
“I mean, I don’t have anything against day shift,” you tried to back track.
“Sounds like you do,” he replied still laughing.
“It just has a different vibe,” you tried,
“Sure,” Jack said, clearly not believing you.
“I mean, I don’t not miss having a normal sleep schedule, but it’d be weird not working with you anymore,” you confessed, before quickly tacking on, “I’d also feel bad leaving Ellis alone. If I’m gone, whose gonna keep you and Shen in check?”
“Ellis can hold her own. I don’t think she could have asked for a better mentor than you.” Jack replied, Your face warmed.
“Well, I had a good teacher,” you commented softly, avoiding Jack’s gaze as you looked out the window. He took a breath like he was going to say something, before slamming on the brakes. The next thing you heard was metal against pavement as you watched the Jeep in front of you roll upon impact from an SUV t-boning it after running a red light. If you and Jack had left 20 seconds earlier, it could have been you. You immediately clocked a Disney-themed family decal on the back of the Jeep with two adults and three children.
“I’ll call 911,” you said as you and Jack both threw your doors open. He had his go-bag slung over his shoulder as you connected with the operator. You both rushed towards the Jeep, you taking the passenger side, while Jack took the driver’s side. It took priority because of its rapid leaking of gasoline.
“911, what is the location of your emergency?” you heard a level female operator’s voice call out now on speaker phone. You quickly supplied the crossroads of the intersection.
“What is the nature of your emergency?” she prompted.
“Car collision,” you started, getting on your hands to check the inside of the car, you took a sigh of relief, it was only a driver. Whom Jack had already maneuvered out of the car. You aided Jack in dragging him just far enough away that the potential issue of the car igniting was dampened. You began assessing him as a middle-aged woman staggered out of the SUV. She was bleeding severely from a head wound, walking with haste away from the scene. While a number of factors could explain her disproportionate bleeding, you had a sinking feeling in your gut that it was alcohol. You and Jack made the slightest eye contact, immediately understanding his next moves without him vocalizing it.
“Go, I’ve got him,” you reassured, before leaving, he informed the operator of the need for two ambulances, fire, and police. You turned your full attention to the victim. He had a broken nose from the impact of the airbags, he was unconscious, and his breathing was shallow. You called out your observations to your phone; you could hear the alarms heading your way in the distance. Just as you reached for a pulse, his breathing stopped altogether; you couldn’t find a pulse.
“Starting compressions,” you called out as you straddled the victim, mindful of possible internal bleeding as you interlaced your hands and started CPR. You could barely hear the crack of his ribs as the first ambulance pulled up. You were greeted by name as a familiar EMT ran over to you.
“Hey, Javi,” you replied,
“Though you had to night off?” he asked,
“Had’s the operative word there,” you replied before filing them in on the patient’s status.
“Wanna go for a ride?” he asked as his partner saddled up next to you, ready for transfer.
“Your call,” you replied, not missing a beat with your compressions. You could see him and his partner nod at each other before you were loaded in with the victim. It took two more minutes before his pulse came back; it was thready, but it was there.
You quickly moved off the stretcher and out of the way as they pulled up to PTMH. Once they were out and in the pitt you hopped off the rig, only noticing how you looked. Your once clean, white shirt was now splattered with drying blood, and you still had residue of the tinted glass stuck to your jeans from when you initially crouched down to check the Jeep. You had just leaned your back against the brick wall on the outside of the ambulance bay, hands slightly shaky from the residual adrenaline, when a familiar green truck pulled up.
“You okay, kid?” Jack asked as he rounded the hood, holding out your phone.
“Yeah,” you nodded in thanks as you pocketed it.
“Drunk driver?” you asked. He nodded, a crease in his forehead, and lines accentuating his frown as he looked down at his phone.
“What’s up?” you asked
“I was trying to beat the fireworks, but there’s no way I’ll make it back to my place in time,” he sighed.
“Why would you-oh, shit,” you replied, realizing the answer mid-question. You immediately felt stupid for not realizing it sooner. Jack was such a sturdy force; it felt like nothing could stop him, at least to you.
“Yeah,” he nodded. You pulled out your own phone and checked the time.
It was only ten minutes til New Year's.
“I only live two minutes by car. If we hurry, we can make it back to my apartment in time.” You spoke.
“Kid, I’ll be fine-”
“No, you won’t be.” You said, cutting him off, “I’m not letting you get through this alone.”
“I’ve done it before,” he said, rocking on the balls of his feet, “You really don’t have to-”
“Dammit, Jack, just let me.” You said desperately, “Nothing that happens will change my perspective of you. You don’t have to be a hero all the time; can you just be human? Just for tonight. Just for me?”
You both stood frozen in time, eyes locked, before he broke and looked down at his phone. He took a deep breath before responding.
“Okay,” he replied, just above a whisper. You nodded, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze before you piled back into his truck. You gave him directions to your unused parking spot, five minutes remaining as you entered your building. Thankfully, the elevator was on the ground floor. You made it to your apartment with two minutes to spare. Jack trailed behind you, locking your door behind him. You pulled him into your bedroom and quickly closed your blackout curtains before grabbing a pair of headphones that had been charging on your desk. You held them up to your ear as you turned them on and activated the noise-cancelling feature. You thrust them into his hands, pulled out your phone, opened Spotify, and gave him your phone.
“For the noise,” you answered simply at his confused look. You urged him to put them on and take a seat on your bed as you turned off the lights. You were bathed in darkness as you made your way back over to your bed. Your eyes had just adjusted as you heard the chanted countdown from your neighbor’s apartment. You interlaced your hands and gave Jack’s hand a squeeze, smiling up at him reassuringly. You could hear the noise of the rock music he was listening to leak out of your headphones. You studied his face for any sign of panic as the first of the fireworks sounded off. To your relief, he was unaffected and smiling down at you. Your face warmed when you realized how close you were, but as you went to pull back, he caught your jaw. Your eyes fluttered shut as you shared a chaste kiss.
“Happy New Year,” he whispered against your lips, foreheads resting together.
“Happy New Year,” you replied, pulling him in for another kiss, your own fireworks going off.
A/N: I pushed prompt 9 back so that my days would line up again. I will hopefully still be able to get it out tonight.
You’d had plenty of time at Wayne Enterprises to hear about the Wayne’s eccentricities. From Bruce Wayne’s twenty million ‘skiing accidents’ to Damian’s excessive arrogance and total lack of social common sense, you knew they were trouble. And yet, when the opportunity arose for a promotion, you grabbed it with both hands and almost flung yourself at it in desperation.
You hadn’t planned it this way, of course. Living in a shabby flat after college and being this close to eviction wasn’t even one line in your life plan but here you were.
Overall the job wasn’t too bad. Being Damian Wayne’s assistant was… time consuming and energy draining. But, you learnt that Damian, once he found you useful, put all his effort into learning you and your social clues. He really wasn’t as bad as they all made him seem.
The two of you had created an unsaid pattern in the office. He comes in at 9:30 on the dot, coffee (black, no sugar) must be ready and on his desk, schedule for the day sent via email the night before and reminders throughout the day. Mostly simple.
It took ages to learn how he wanted things done, when he wanted them done but you always did take information in quick and well you really loved learning. (The paycheque was incredibly generous too)
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You’d been typing out the list of guests to the next Wayne gala, adding in Damian Wayne deemed “tolerable people” while removing people “unsuitable” for his tastes (which were rather a lot of people) when he walked in.
The infamous Tim Drake. Current majority shareholder of Wayne Enterprises and third adopted son of Bruce Wayne. Though it was a little ironic you were starstruck by his reputation and power even with Damian Wayne as your boss he seemed wildly different and thus intriguing.
Besides the noticeable black circles under his eyes, his skin was smooth, silky black hair almost falling past his eyebrows and though his suit was rumpled you could clearly tell it was handcrafted for the man. His thumbs frantically hit his phone’s keyboard as if he were racing against its capabilities.
His eyes didn’t even reach yours when he spoke, tired voice lilting out his mouth, “Hey. Damian said you were doing the guest list, are you done?”
As you voiced your surprise, he lifted his eyes and suddenly stopped. Unmoving, lips parted like he was about to speak but nothing came out. Short circuit over.
His eyes flickered across your face, your form. He was cataloguing. Every inch of you, from your hair type and your eye colour to his estimate of your shoe size was being filed in his server of a brain.
“Sorry Mr Drake, are you alright?”
His hand came up to his head, his fingers carding through his hair though the hair obstinately moved back. “Uh—ye-yeah sorry. What did you say again?”
Your mouth started moving, not noticing how he zoned out again. He was staring… but how could you question him? He’s… well he’s Tim Drake.
His cheeks flushed when he realised he didn’t hear a thing you said again. “Right thanks uh—sent it to me when you’re done.”
Damian walked in, pinning Tim with a weird (for lack of a better word) stare. “Drake. What business do you have here?” “Just uh… asking about the guest list.”
“Right well. You can leave now.”
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The next week was… interesting to say the least. After one meeting with him Tim Drake seemed to be desperate for more. He dropped coffee off at your desk after you’d dropped Damian’s off. He stopped by to “say hi to Damian” about 3 times a day and kept offering you help “should you need it.”
It shouldn’t have shocked you when he walked in and asked you to call him by his first name and not “Mr Drake” but it did. He came into your office in a hoodie instead of the usual black suit, his hair was tousled and his hands were nervously in his pockets.
“So…” he said your name, almost cautiously as if you’d run away at his use of it.
“Yes?”
“Do you remember that Wayne gala guest list you were creating…?”
“Oh, yes of course, I thought I sent it to your assistant two weeks ago. Though I don’t mind resen—“
“Ah well yes you did. I just—well I need a plus-one and I was kind of thinking of asking…you.”
“Me?” You pointed at yourself. “Uhm…well I… that would be… I’ve never gone to anything like this.” “That’s fine, I’ve done it since I was 13. I’ll teach you.”
With a hesitant but hopeful sigh you smiled. “Alright Mr Dra—Tim, I’ll be your plus-one. Thanks for inviting me.” He flashed you his signature well-talked-about smile before shoving his hands into his pockets and strolling out.
You definitely didn’t hear Damian “tt” at Tim’s air punching when he came into the office.
A/n: So here’s a small super short part, lmk what you guys think. Idk if imma make part 2 but if I do it’s gonna be very cliche… anyways hope you enjoyed :)
Monkey D. Luffy - Sports Science or Physical Education
Roronoa Zoro - Martial Arts or Kinesiology
Nami - Meteorology or Economics with a minor in Business Marketing
Brook - Music or Performing Arts
Usopp - Engineering or Fine Arts
Sanji - Culinary Arts
Tony Tony Chopper - Medicine or Veterinary Science
Nico Robin - Archaeology or History
Franky - Mechanical Engineering
Jinbei- Marine Biologist or Environmental/Human rights activist
Trafalgar D. Water Law - Medicine
Bepo - Environmental Science or Zoology
Shachi - Marine Biology
Penguin - Engineering or Naval Architecture
Ikkaku - Pharmacy or Chemistry
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You and Law didn’t meet in the most conventional way.
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Law stood at the entrance of the bustling campus cafeteria, scanning the area for a place to grab a quick lunch. Amid the crowd, he noticed a girl passionately discussing a book with a group of friends. Her energy and enthusiasm were captivating, and for a moment, Law found himself intrigued.
As he watched, she suddenly stopped mid-sentence and began to sway. Her friends reached out, but before they could react, she collapsed onto a nearby bench, sound asleep. Law's curiosity piqued. He approached her friends, who seemed unfazed by the incident.
"Is she okay?" Law asked, his voice carrying a hint of concern.
One of her friends, a short-ish guy with fluffy black hair, turned to him and smiled. "Yeah, she's fine. She has narcolepsy. It happens sometimes." He tried to swipe her pizza before a tangerine haired girl slapped his hand away.
Law nodded, filing away this new information. He glanced back at the girl, now peacefully napping, and felt a strange pull to learn more about her.
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A few days later, Law found himself in the library, buried in research. He noticed the same girl from the cafeteria asleep at a nearby table, a stack of books around her. He approached quietly, debating whether to wake her.
Just then, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, slightly disoriented, but quickly recovered.
“The fuck-”
"Hi, I'm sorry I startled you."
You reached for your purse as he placed an unopened gatorade on the table and motioned to the chair across from you. Remembering him from your biology class, you nodded and decided to let him sit, hand still on your pink stun gun.
"Law," he introduced himself, taking a seat across from you. "I saw you pass out in the cafeteria the other day."
You chuckled softly. "Yeah, that happens a lot. It's part of having narcolepsy."
Law nodded, his curiosity deepening. "Must be challenging."
"It can be," you admitted. "But you learn to manage. And my friends help out a lot!"
“I hope you don’t mind. I didn’t feel comfortable seeing you alone and asleep.”
'Awe, okay maybe he’s a gentleman.'
You smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Well, at least if I get kidnapped, I'll be well-rested for the ransom negotiations."
Law took a sip of his coffee and immediately choked, nearly spraying it everywhere. He coughed, trying to regain his composure. "Okay, that's... that's one way to look at it," he said, laughing and wiping his mouth. "I guess I'll have to stick around to make sure they demand top dollar for you."
You giggled before hushing yourself when you saw the librarian round the corner. “So sweet to drive up the asking price." You saw a genuine smile flick across Law’s lips and decided to let him stick around.
As they continued to talk, Law found himself drawn to your resilience and positive outlook. You had an infectious zest for life that Law couldn't ignore. So, over the next few weeks, you and Law grew closer.
Turns out you had the same major and classes!
He made it a point to learn more about narcolepsy, wanting to support you as best as he could. You spent time studying together, going to coffee shops, and exploring the campus.
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Park Bench:
One afternoon, Law was walking through the campus park when he noticed a familiar figure sprawled on a bench. He chuckled, recognizing you immediately. You had a book resting on your chest, your peaceful expression illuminated by the dappled sunlight.
"Dreamer," he called softly, sitting beside you. He gently removed the book and adjusted your position to make you more comfortable.
Just then, Luffy and his friends passed by, noticing the scene. Luffy grinned, giving Law a thumbs up. "Taking good care of [Name], Law?"
Law rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Yeah, Luffy. Always."
Eating:
During lunch, you and Law sat with a group of his friends. Mid-conversation, you suddenly slumped forward, asleep on the table. Law sighed, used to the sight, and gently lifted your head, placing a folded jacket under it as a makeshift pillow.
Penguin and Shachi, who were sitting across from you, exchanged amused glances. "Hands full?" Penguin questioned with a chuckle.
Law smirked. "You have no idea."
Drive-Through:
One evening, Law decided to take you out for a quick dinner. As he pulled up to the drive-through, he started to place the order when he felt a small weight hit his shoulder. Glancing over, he saw you had fallen asleep, your head resting against him.
He sighed but smiled fondly. "Yeah, can I get two cheeseburgers, one with extra pickles, and a large fries with an apple pie?" he said, already knowing your order by heart.
TA’ing a Classroom:
During one of your lectures, Law received an urgent text from Professor Garp. He hurried to the classroom, finding you asleep at your desk. Your student’s were giggling quietly, but Law's concern was evident.
"Dreamer," he whispered, gently shaking you awake. "Time to go."
You blinked up at him, embarrassed. "Sorry, Law."
"It's okay," he said softly, helping you gather your things. "Let's get you somewhere comfortable."
He picked you up like a small teddy bear and shuffled you out of the door. You gazed up at him, your eyes soft and affectionate. "I must really trust you if I keep falling asleep around you," you said, your voice barely above a whisper before sleep pulled you back under.
Coffee Shop:
You and Law were enjoying a quiet afternoon in your favorite coffee shop. As he was engrossed in a medical journal, he suddenly felt your head against his shoulder. You had fallen asleep, your coffee cup still half-full.
The barista, Sanji, who knew you both well, smiled and whispered to Law, "She’s out again, huh?"
Law nodded, carefully shifting you into his lap. "Yeah, she is."
Later that evening, while watching a movie in Law's apartment, you fell asleep with your head on his shoulder. Law softly adjusted your position, making sure you were comfortable. He watched you sleep, admiring the lovely girl he hadn't expected to drop into his life.
The next day, You woke up in Law's room, covered with a blanket. ‘He must’ve taken the couch.’ You smiled, feeling a warmth in your chest. The first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow on the room. Law knocked before walking in, holding a cup of coffee. His hair was slightly tousled, and his eyes softened as he saw you awake.
"Morning," he said, handing you a warm mug. The steam rose gently, carrying the rich aroma of freshly brewed coffee. You sat up fully and pushed yourself against the headboard, your fingers brushing against his as he steadied the mug.
"Thanks," you said, taking a sip. The warmth spread through you, both from the coffee and the gesture. "You didn't have to do that."
"I wanted to," Law said simply, his voice low and sincere. "I care about you."
Your eyes softened as you looked at him, a gentle smile spreading across your face. "I care about you too, Law. Thanks for understanding."
Law smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Get used to it. I'm not going anywhere."
—-
It had been a few months and you were now dating. One day, during a particularly stressful exam period, you expressed your frustration. "I feel like such a burden sometimes."
Law looked at you, his eyes serious. "You're not a burden, [Name]. You're important to me. Your condition doesn't change that." He abandoned his book and moved closer, cupping your face in his hands. His touch was gentle yet firm, grounding you.
Law's gaze softened as he rested his forehead against yours. "You're strong, and you're doing your best. We'll get through this together," he murmured, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks. Law leaned in and placed several soft kisses along the apples of your cheeks, each one filled with reassurance and love.
The heat rose up in your chest and flood through you. "Thank you, Law,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. Instead of speaking more, you reached up and gently squeezed Law's hands, your eyes meeting his with a look that conveyed everything you couldn't put into words.
You closed your eyes, feeling the tension slowly melt away. In that moment, the stress of exams and the challenges of your condition seemed more manageable with Law by your side. As you both held each other close, the room filled with a comforting silence, punctuated only by the soft sounds of your breathing.
—------------------------ Moving in together!
Dating Law had always been an adventure. From the intense late-night study sessions to the countless study dates where you'd find each other engrossed in medical journals, dedication was something you both admired deeply. But it wasn’t long before you noticed the dark circles under his eyes, the way his movements grew sluggish as the night wore on, and how he often seemed distant, lost in his thoughts.
One particularly late evening, you found him in his apartment, staring at the ceiling, his eyes wide open despite the exhaustion etched into his features. It was then you realized: Law had insomnia. He never mentioned it, brushing off your concerns with a quick smile and a change of subject, but the signs were undeniable.
That little fucker!
"Law," you said softly, sitting beside him on the bed. "How long have you been dealing with this?"
He sighed, turning to face you. "A while," he admitted. "It's just part of who I am."
You frowned, brushing a hand through his hair. "But it doesn't have to be. You help me so I’m gonna help you. We can figure this out together."
It was that moment that solidified your decision to move in together. If you were going to help each other through medical school and residency, you needed to be there for one another, especially during the tough times.
Moving in together was a significant step, but it felt natural. You found comfort in the rhythm of shared routines and small domestic rituals. Mornings began with sleepy kisses and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, while evenings often ended with both of you sprawled on the couch, medical textbooks spread around, discussing cases and treatments.
Helping Law with his insomnia became part of your routine the way he helped you with your narcolepsy was part of his. You started by creating a calming nighttime environment: dim lights, soft music, and sometimes even a warm bath. But it was the nights when you held him close, your fingers running through his hair, whispering soothing words, that made the most difference.
On nights when sleep seemed to be closing in on you, you’d tackle his big goofy ass into the bed and koala him, creating a cocoon of warmth and safety. "Just breathe," you'd murmur, your voice a gentle anchor in the dark. "I've got you."
He’d relax against you, the tension slowly easing from his body as your fingers traced soothing patterns on his scalp. Sometimes, you’d hum softly, a melody you both loved, letting the music lull him into a sense of peace.
There were still nights when he'd find you asleep first, your body sprawled in the most inconvenient places — fully on top of the kitchen table, upside down on the couch, curled up in the tub (scared the literal shit outta him) or even mid-sentence on your shared bed. He'd just chuckle softly, scooping you up and carrying you to bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before tucking you in.
Living together was pretty lit. You learned to navigate each other’s quirks and habits, finding joy in the little things. Your bodies weird sleep patterns weren't a burden but more of a shared challenge, one you faced together. And through it all, the love between you grew stronger, built on a foundation of mutual support and understanding.
Despite the long hours and the relentless demands of your budding medical careers, you found peace in each other’s presence. The moments of rest, however fleeting, were treasured. In the quiet hours of the night, with Law’s head resting on your chest, you’d find yourself smiling, knowing that no matter how tough things got, you’d always have each other to come home to.
Your shared friends played a vital role in this journey as well. They rallied around you and Law, each offering their unique brand of support. Luffy, with his infectious energy, would drag Law into spontaneous campus adventures, exhausting him just enough to help him sleep better. There was a time when Luffy insisted on a late-night beach bonfire, where the sound of the waves and the warmth of the fire finally lulled Law into a deep sleep.
Zoro, in his own quiet way, introduced Law to meditation and breathing exercises, often practicing together in the early mornings before the day’s chaos began. Sanji would cook up hearty meals designed to promote sleep (for you energy), slipping herbal teas into your nightly routine.
"Chamomile for the win," he'd say with a wink, handing Law a steaming cup.
Nami and Robin took a more research-based approach, scouring medical journals and holistic remedies to find anything that might help. They'd often have evenings where they'd share their findings, creating a comprehensive plan that combined traditional and alternative methods.
Chopper, being a doctor prodigy himself, was a great ally. He frequently checked on Law’s progress, suggesting adjustments to his routine or medication.
And then there was Usopp and Franky, who used their engineering skills to design a customized, noise-canceling sleep mask and a comfortable, ergonomic bed that helped reduce stress and promote better sleep. Even Brook, with his calming violin melodies, would sometimes play soothing lullabies, his skeletal fingers dancing over the strings.
Law's friends, initially unsure about your condition, quickly adapted. Bepo, a tall dark skinned man with the best hugs anyone could ever give, and one of Law's closest friends, would carry You to a comfortable spot whenever you fell asleep in odd places. Penguin and Shachi would create makeshift beds with their hats whenever they saw you clock out at the study table. Ikkaku didn’t play about your safety either. If you fell asleep at the pub then she was keeping her arm around you at all times until Law could take you home.
Damn you loved everybody!!~
Living together, surrounded by such a supportive group of friends, made the journey easier. The nights were no longer something to dread but moments of bonding and care. You and Law found a balance, each learning to lean on the other, and the support of your shared friends only strengthened your resolve.
—---------
At Home:
Law arrived home first, pacing the living room as he waited for you. Today he wasn’t able to drive you both due to him being on call. Hearing your car pull up, he stepped outside, just in time to see you struggling to stay awake. Opening the car door for you, he teased, "I'm surprised you didn't fall asleep again."
You smiled sheepishly. "I tried my best." You threw him your keys and decided to leave the bags in the car.
He lifted you effortlessly, carrying you inside. "You need to be more careful, sweetheart. I worry about you."
"You always worry," you replied, resting your head against his shoulder.
"And I'll never stop," he said softly, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.
Inside, Law set you down on the couch, handing you a glass of water. You looked up at him, eyes filled with gratitude and affection. He sat beside you, taking your hand. "I'll always take care of you, Dreamer. Just promise me you'll try to be more careful."
"I promise," you said, squeezing his hand.
—--------
Office Couch:
One late evening, you finished your shift at the hospital and decided to check on Law in his office. Opening the door quietly, you found him slumped over his desk, fast asleep. His dark circles and the clutter of medical journals around him told you he hadn't been sleeping well.
Smiling softly, you walked over and gently shook his shoulder. "Babe, you need to sleep properly."
He groaned, barely awake. "I'm fine, my love."
"No, you're not," you insisted, helping him up. You led him to the couch in his office, coaxing him to lie down. Once he was settled, you snuggled up beside him, your warmth and presence easing him into a deeper sleep.
Living Room:
One night, you woke up to find the bed empty. Knowing Law's struggle with insomnia, you got up and found him on the couch, wide awake and staring at the ceiling.
"Law," you whispered, sitting beside him. "Can't sleep again?"
He sighed, shaking his head. "No."
Without a word, you laid down beside him, making yourself the big spoon. You wrapped your arms around him, pulling him close. "You know, I don't mind being your personal pillow," you murmured, your fingers gently playing with his hair.
He relaxed against you, his tense muscles slowly unwinding. Your soothing voice and gentle touch worked their magic, and before long, he drifted off to sleep in your embrace.
University Library:
During a late-night study session in the library, you found Law fast asleep amidst a pile of books. You knew he had been pushing himself too hard, so you carefully moved the books aside and slid in next to him.
"Couldn't stay awake without me, huh?"
You wrapped an arm around him, nuzzling your head against his shoulder like a cat. The warmth of your body and the steady rhythm of your breathing provided him with a sense of comfort. Even in his sleep, he instinctively pulled you closer, just loving your presence.
Bedroom:
One particularly rough night, you woke to Law pacing the hallway, unable to settle down. You got out of bed and approached him, wrapping your arms around his waist from behind.
"Come back to bed, Baby," you whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to his back.
He sighed, leaning into your touch. "I can't sleep," he found your hands and raised them to his lips to plant kisses on the back of them. You booped his nose before kissing his shoulder blades. “C’mon,”
You pulled backwards to guide him to the bed and fell backwards, making yourself the big spoon. As you held him close, you began to talk softly, recounting your day and telling him stories. Your fingers threaded through his hair, your voice soothing and rhythmic.
Gradually, you felt his breathing even out, his body relaxing completely. You stayed like that, holding him until you were sure he was deeply asleep, knowing that your presence was his anchor.
Kitchen:
Early one morning, you found Law asleep at the kitchen table, his head resting on his folded arms. He had clearly been up all night, working on something.
You sighed softly, shaking your head with a fond smile. "Oh, babe."
Carefully, you lifted him from the chair, supporting his weight as you guided him to the bedroom. Once he was settled in bed, you climbed in beside him, snuggling close.
"I've got you," you whispered, pressing a kiss to his forehead. He mumbled something incoherent, suddenly wrapping an arm around your hips as he drifted deeper into slumber.
You stayed with him, knowing that even in his dreams, he needed the reassurance of your presence.
After graduation—----
Years had passed since your days as a medical student, and now you were a fully-fledged doctor, training young residents alongside Law. The hospital environment was a bustling hub of activity, and your relationship with Law had to be kept under wraps from the higher-ups. Despite the secrecy, your students couldn't help but notice the chemistry between you two.
"I swear, the Trafalgar’s are such an adorable couple," one of your residents whispered to another during a break.
"Totally! He's all grumpy and she's like his sunshine! They're like hospital mom and dad," the other replied with a grin.
Unbeknownst to them, their playful shipping was not far from the truth. Law's stern demeanor contrasted with your warm, approachable nature, creating a dynamic that both baffled and endeared your students. They would often turn to you for guidance, seeing you as a nurturing figure, while Law's gruff exterior masked his deep care for his residents and patients.
(Freaking softy~)
Despite the progress in managing your narcolepsy, there were still moments when it caught up with you. It never happened during lectures or patient interactions, but sometimes during lunch, in your car, or in the privacy of your office, you would fall into a deep sleep, impossible to wake up from.
One afternoon, after a particularly exhausting morning, you found yourself nodding off during lunch. Your residents, familiar with your condition, quickly alerted Law with a series of beeps. He arrived shortly after, a mix of concern and affection in his eyes as he gently lifted you into his arms.
"You've got to be more careful, Dreamer," he whispered, carrying you to his office where you could sleep undisturbed.
He placed you on the couch, covering you with a soft blanket. Your peaceful expression as you slept brought a smile to his face, even as he sighed at the thought of how hard you pushed yourself.
In the Car:
One evening, after a long shift, you decided to take a moment to rest in your car before heading home. Law was finishing up some paperwork when one of your residents knocked on his door, slightly panicked.
"Dr. Trafalgar? Dr. Trafalgar fell asleep in her car. We can't wake her up."
Law's expression softened as he nodded. "I'll take care of it."
He found you in your car, head resting against the window, completely out cold. Carefully, he opened the door and gently lifted you out, carrying you back to his office.
"Dreamer," he murmured, settling you on the couch once more. "You really need to take it easy."
In Your Office:
During a rare moment of downtime, you had decided to catch up on some paperwork in your office. The next thing you knew, you were waking up to the feeling of Law's arms around you, lifting you from your chair.
"Can't resist taking a nap just to be in my arms?" he teased, carefully carrying you to his office.
You mumbled something incoherent, still barely unconscious, but snuggled closer to him. Law chuckled softly, his heart swelling with affection.
—-----
Law glanced at his phone, the familiar chime indicating a new message. It was from one of the medical students.
"Dr. Trafalgar, she fell asleep in the common room again."
He sighed, a mix of exasperation and fondness crossing his features. Quickly gathering his things, he made his way to the common room. As he entered, he saw you slumped over a pile of textbooks, softly snoring. The sight of you asleep, with your hair slightly tousled and your face relaxed, made him smile despite his concern.
"Dreamer," he murmured, gently shaking your shoulder.
You stirred, blinking sleepily up at him. "Law...?"
"Couldn't wait to fall into my arms, huh?" he smirked, squatting down to your height to plant a kiss on your sleepy head.
He gently lifted you into his arms, feeling your head nestled against his shoulder. Your soft breaths tickled his neck, reminding him of how much he adored these moments, even though he wished they didn't happen under such circumstances. As he carried you through the corridors, fellow doctors and nurses exchanged knowing smiles and whispered comments about the devoted couple.
Arriving at his office, Law gently placed you on the couch he had designated for moments like these. He covered you with a warm, soft blanket and brushed a stray hair from your face. You looked so peaceful, so vulnerable, and it tugged at his heartstrings.
"You're lucky I found you," he said, his tone lighter. "Guess who's getting extra assignments as punishment?"
You pouted, still half-asleep. " 'S not fair..."
"Life's not fair," he replied, smirking. "Ah, you're so cute. Don't even remember we're doctors now."
You mumbled something incoherent, your eyes half-closed, but a playful thought crossed your mind. "No, but I know who I married!~"
Law's eyes widened in realization, a grin spreading across his face. "Oh, look who's not really asleep!"
Before you could respond, he unleashed a tickle attack, making you squirm and squeal uncontrollably. The light of his office caught your wedding rings, making them shine brightly. You tried to fend him off, but your laughter and sleepiness weakened your defenses.
"Law! Stop!" you giggled, trying to catch your breath.
With a mischievous glint in your eye, you decided to turn the tables. You reached up and bit his collarbone, catching him off guard, before you began to tickle him back. Law's deep chuckles filled the room as he tried to evade your wiggly fingers, but you were relentless.
"Don’t you dare!" he managed between laughs, his usual stoic expression replaced with one of pure joy.
The two of you ended up rolling around on the couch, tickling and laughing until you were both breathless and tangled in the blanket. You finally stopped, both of you lying there, panting and grinning at each other.
"Okay, okay, truce," Law said, holding up his hands in surrender.
You snuggled closer to him, resting your head on his chest. "Truce," you agreed, your eyes closing as you felt the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
Law wrapped his arms around you, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Get some rest, my wife. I've got you."
As you drifted back to sleep, the warmth of the blanket and Law's presence lulling you into a peaceful slumber, Law watched over you, his heart full of love and admiration for his wife.
His wife!
The two of you had made it through college, med school, residency, board exams, your shitty sleep schedules and really made it out the other end.
The sight of you nestled comfortably, your hair fanned out on the pillow, brought a sense of worship over him. He gently adjusted the blanket around you again, ensuring you were snug and warm. As he settled back into his chair to work, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears. It filled the room with a sense of calm, a gentle reminder of the love and life you shared.
Law often found himself pausing in his work to steal glances at you, his heart pounding against his ribs. Your presence grounded him, reminded him of what truly mattered. The stresses of the day faded into the background, replaced by the serene comfort of your love.
He marveled at your resilience, your unwavering spirit, and the way you faced each day with a smile, despite the challenges your condition brought. And then you had to go in and save him, too. With your warmth, the gentle touches and those little kisses you ghosted over him while he slept. All those nights he couldn’t sleep he was shakey and on the verge of tears and you’d bathe him and calm him down. You let him into your life and he was going to thank you every day for it.
With you, even the mundane felt extraordinary. And as he sat there, watching over you, he couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Blessed for your love, your partnership, and the beautiful journey you were on together. Life, with all its unpredictability and challenges, was perfect because he had you to share it with.
Despite the casual chaos of your busy lives, this moment reminded him of why he cherished you so deeply. Life, with all its demands and pressures, was brighter with you by his side. And as he worked, the sound of your soft, steady breathing was the sweetest music to his ears.
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Summary
'Before we said forever, there had to be a start. Hailey, this is for you.'
April - "When I first came to Hawkins, I had a mission. Find my sister and get the hell out. But after I met him, everything change.”
Before Vecna and a legendary metal solo in The Upside Down, there was an experiment who returned to the town she despised most for one reason alone: to find her "sister." But a complicated web of curiosity, dead ends, and lies leads her to something she never expected-friendship and love. For April (004), anything involving a real connection means risk. But maybe, just once, it's worth the bend.
Eddie - "I always hated putting names to things. And it's not like anyone ever saw me as more than a one-night stand. But after I saw her, suddenly I had a reason to try."
Another year at Hawkins High. Maybe this time the fractions will stick. But between locker rumors about the "Freak's" daddy issues, a summer fling gone wrong, and a drug raid gone worse, that doesn't seem likely. At least at Hawkins Music and Records, Eddie can find some kind of solace. That is, until the chords in his head are replaced by thoughts of her.
Set between September 1984 (ST2) and January 1986 (Pre-ST4), Dear Hailey is the prequel to the famed POV, A Slow Burn. Exploring and expanding the start of April and Eddie's story from the very first glance, it chronicles April's integration into The Party and Eddie's acceptance of the mistakes of his past.
Chapters - Prelude ︱1 ︱ 2 - Coming soon!
Wattpad - 0︱1 ︱2 - Coming Soon!
a03 - 0︱1 ︱2 - Coming Soon!
Credit
Cover Art - thelovelyleviathan
Dividers - Me, @dividers-are-us and @thecutestgrotto
