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pandora-writes-one-piece · 4 months ago

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The Meet Cute - Law's Story - 4

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The Great Pretender 4

Word Count: 5946

Tags For The Whole Story: Fem!Reader; Law is a soft dom; you have bratty tendencies (not all the time); voice kink; praise kink; cursing; very suggestive behaviour and innuendo from the start; sexual tension; teasing; so much flirting; romance; slow-burn; fluff; slight angst; mature audiences (though explicit NSFW moments will be properly tagged on the chapter); possessive Law; protective Law; soft Law; teasing Law; manipulative Doflamingo; inappropriate Doflamingo; fake relationship trope; only one-bed trope; reader has some anxiety issues; reader is a control freak and perfectionist; modern day AU

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: After moving away from the hustle and bustle of Grand Line City to help your father around the property following a horse-riding accident - and in the hopes of healing your broken heart after your asshole ex-fiancé cheated - you settle into the country calmness of the Calm Belt. You and Law (your father's doctor) start to build a flirty friendship because of your father’s procedure. So much so that when he’s invited to Baby 5’s wedding (his cousin), he asks you to be his date. His uncle Doflamingo - who is filthy rich - is very adamant on finding a suitable wife for him. Seeing as he wants to avoid that, he asks you to pretend to be his girlfriend for the weekend.

Notes: Oh... chapter 4 is so much fun... My favourite so far, please enjoy! Special shout-out to @jintaka-hane for showing me a fanart of Law with the cute Bepo pen! I HAD to add it to this chapter!

Tag List: @rosidaze @beachaddict48 @armiliadawn @jintaka-hane @sprinkklz @baby5555 @hopelesslover06 @mars-mizuko @sleepykittycx @nerium-lil

Masterlist

Law took you up on that promise for the second-best coffee in town, using the excuse that he had some free time and wanted to check on your father. It didn’t really matter that he barely took five minutes to assure your father was fine before you two talked for almost two hours over coffee about books.

You also used your father as an excuse the same week, when you visited Law at the clinic saying that you weren’t sure about one of the pills he had to take, because it made him droopy and sleepy. You knew it didn’t matter and Law assured you his medication was fine but if he was uneasy about the side effects of that pill, he could take a different one - which he prescribed. And then he took you out to coffee - the best in town - and you talked for another hour before he had to get back. This time he shared a bit about his hobbies and you shared yours.

Kaya had an insufferable dreamy look on her face when you went back to the clinic with Law because your car was parked there and you had forgotten to validate the parking ticket. You couldn’t help the creeping blush on your cheeks as she, Penguin and Shachi watched you both arrive at the clinic together, looking fresh out of a coffee date.

Penguin and Shachi made smooching sounds at Law and you were pretty sure, based on Law’s pulsing jaw, that they would both be on the receiving end of his anger soon enough. Kaya, instead, decided to take all the fun out on you. “How was your date?”

“Not a date! Please, Kaya, validate the ticket. I need to get back to my dad.”

“Sure, sweetheart, sure. I’ll see you soon. I’m not sure the two of you can stay apart from each other until Monday.” Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you tell her goodbye and turn to leave, but she doesn’t let you go easily. “I’ve never seen him this happy in years, honey!”

You don't turn back to her, but you can’t help the silliest grin ever from forming on your lips.

About a month rolls by slowly. Your dad is perfectly fine now, though he’s still not allowed to lift heavy things; your part-time job has a fairly good chance of turning into a full-time one with more responsibilities and an increase in your salary; you haven’t thought about your dumb heartache in forever and…

Well you and Law keep having little coffee dates. The tension between both of you is becoming increasingly larger and much more charged. He was away for about a week at a medical conference, and you suffered from withdrawal. You both texted, but you didn’t want to bother him and he was pretty busy, being one of the main speakers - man’s a genius!

Kaya keeps pestering you about how perfect you both are for each other and now that you’ve met Usopp - her fiancé - he says the same. And the way he says it makes everything sound even more romantic and story-like than when Kaya does it. You’re confused about the way you feel about the doctor, but you can’t help the little jumps and pangs in your chest whenever you’re together.

So today, as you stand in front of the mirror adjusting some of your cutest clothes, you can’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Law texted you saying he needs to speak with you urgently. You’re beyond curious as to what he means by that and your mind has already conjured about fifty different ideas of what it could be. Your anxiety is already building, making plan after plan about what he’s going to say, how you will respond and all the possible outcomes. About half of your thoughts end with you two making out. The others are terrible scenarios about complications with your father’s exams or the possibility that Law is moving to a different country.

You’re not in control. And you hate it.

Sighing you grab your jacket and sunglasses and tell your dad you’re going out and don’t know when you’ll be back. You manage to ignore his smirk, but can’t ignore the ‘Tell Law I said hi!’ he sing-songs to you as you leave, though you never told Shanks who you were going to meet.

Law told you to meet at Sanji’s, but when you arrive, he’s waiting by the door with two cups of coffee in his hands, and you realise he doesn’t want to hang around the café. Before you open your mouth, you have to swallow the hard lump that’s formed in your throat. A simple week of absence made the eyes grow fonder! You know that’s not the saying, but damn, the hot doctor looks even hotter now. He’s wearing his scrubs, but instead of the white doctor’s coat, he has a long black coat over them.

“Hi.” You whisper as he smirks at you, his eyes taking you in, making you realise you made the right choice of outfit.

“Hello, you look as gorgeous as ever.” You can’t hide the pink in your cheeks. It’s something you should’ve already grown accustomed to. Law always praises you, telling you how beautiful you look and what good taste you have. As if that weren’t enough, he pulls doors and chairs for you, he’s a gentleman. Though he doesn’t often show it, since, to almost everyone else, he’s just a moody, broody, stoic doctor. But he makes you feel special.

From your talks, you know he had etiquette lessons growing up with his uncles. Though he never cared for them, Law couldn’t help but absorb the lessons like a sponge. He told you that’s how he knows so many things. He just absorbs information, even useless stuff.

And at least now, as he claims, he’s putting those etiquette lessons to good use, because you melt every time he treats you like you’re the only person in the world. And he seems to enjoy leaving you speechless in his presence.

“Thank you. So we’re walking?” You ask as Law hands you the coffee.

“Yes, I need to ask you something and I’d rather not be too exposed to do it.”

Oh? What does he want to ask you? You can’t help but make more silly little scenarios in your head and get overwhelmed by them, but then he softly nudges you with his shoulder.

“Relax. Let go. You don’t need to be in control all the time, we’ve been through this.” He smirks at you and you chuckle back at him. He can always read you so well. He’s teased about what he could do to make you surrender control to him. He’s never been too explicit and you were always too afraid to ask.

But you know what he means. He’s talking about intimate settings, where you can let him take charge. And you can’t deny that it’s an alluring thought, to just let go of being responsible, of always having to be in control, of constantly needing to know what happens next.

But is it a door you really want to open?

“You’re doing it again.” He states, deadpan, and you sigh.

“I can’t help it. It’s stronger than me.”

“Right, I’m aware of that.” He leads you to the park, to a more secluded bench, where you both sit down. You sip your coffee in silence, waiting for him to speak, and you’re grateful you grabbed your jacket, as the weather has turned chilly.

He seems to be debating something in his head, opening his mouth and closing it again, perhaps unsure of how to approach the subject he wants to tell you about.

Until he sighs and finally does it.

“Remember when I told you about my uncles?” You nod. “Well, my uncle Doffy has an adoptive daughter - Baby 5 - and she’s getting married next weekend.” He sighs and you nod. You already knew Doflamingo had a daughter and that she was beautiful - Ichiji had made sure you knew, trying to get a rise out of you while blatantly flirting with her.

“Doflamingo he… well he’s always taken a special interest in me. He made sure I went to the best schools, had the best teachers and received the best education possible. He polished me to follow in his footsteps, to take over his enterprise as an heir. I never showed any interest in it.”

Interesting. “Why not have his own daughter take over the company?” You blurted out before filtering the question through your brain. Maybe he didn’t want to share more details than he was willing to give.

“Ah, because my cousin is very fickle with her affections… she loves too hard, too fast. She’s always willing to accept any proposal from any man who dares to stare at her a moment too long. This is her third attempted marriage, actually - Doffy called off the other ones before they went through.” He chuckles, clearly understating his cousin, and you can’t help but be surprised. “So my uncle can’t risk some man telling Baby 5 she’s beautiful and getting her to sign a prenup that takes away the company.”

You nod in understanding and take another sip of coffee.

“Anyway, I never meant to take over his place and, for now, he doesn’t press the subject. He knows I want to practise medicine. Though he makes sure I know everything that happens in the company - which I do - and he keeps me on the board. Unfortunately, Doffy also thinks he has a say in who I date - or eventually marry - even going as far as setting me up on dates with ‘possible candidates’.”

“That seems a bit controlling…” You mumble.

“It is. Doffy is many things, and controlling and manipulative are some of them.” Law takes a long sip of his coffee until the crinkle between his eyebrows relaxes and disappears. It’s the second time you’ve seen him rattled beyond his mask of perfect control. And Doflamingo always seems to be behind it. “I’ve avoided bringing any girl back to his house because he can be very inconvenient. But I know that if I show up to my cousin’s wedding without a date, he’ll want to introduce me to every eligible young lady he deems fit to welcome into the family.”

Controlling seems like an understatement, then.

“That sounds terrible, Law.”

He agrees with a nod and the crinkle is back. You feel the urge to smooth it out with your fingertips to help him relax. Or maybe by pressing your lips to it.

You drink your coffee instead.

“It is. That’s why I’ve been thinking and… well I’m going to bring a date to the wedding. A perfect date. Someone he can’t manipulate and someone he won’t be able to find fault with. She and I will seem so much in love that he’ll be forced to ease up on his agenda and let me be for the whole wedding weekend. Doesn’t that sound perfect?” He smirks at you, the crease disappearing when his eyes meet yours.

You’re suddenly a bit jealous, though you really have no right to be. But who is this girl? Why is she so perfect? So much in love? Why haven’t you ever met her?

“Sure, seems perfect. Flawless plan.” You whisper, barely able to shake the frown from your lips.

“I’m glad you agree. Because you’re her.” His smirk turns into a grin as you cough and sputter coffee everywhere, barely avoiding staining your outfit.

“What do you mean?” You ask, accepting the tissue he hands you with a gruff ‘thanks’ and wiping your mouth.

“We're friends, we get along well and… we can't deny this… tension between us.” He smirks as your cheeks warm. “I know we can pull off looking like a couple in love.”

The way your breath hitches in your throat has nothing to do with choking on your coffee, and everything to do with the implications of what he said.

“I know we're capable of doing this. I've planned the outcome. It's flawless. The thing is…” He scratches the back of his neck, his amber gaze fixed somewhere far away. “I also know I'm being selfish. I want to do this for my reasons alone. But to do so, I'll have to drag you into this mess. I've considered the implications, and if you say yes, you'll need to be aware of some things, but…” His sigh comes from deep within, from a place he's not yet intent on showing you. “I don't want to do this with anyone else but you. And I can't miss this wedding. And I definitely can't be paraded around like a prized pig.”

A strained chuckle escapes his lips as he tousles his dark hair again. “It's a damned if I do, damned if I don't situation… what do you say?”

You've been quietly sipping the rest of your coffee, trying to ignore the tightening in your chest at his words. A fake relationship? It does sound simple. You know him well enough by now, he's right, you're friends. He's also right about the tension between you two, and you could pull off being completely enthralled by each other without much effort. You wouldn't even be faking the attraction.

But what does he mean by the implications? Something about his family? Or the forced connection between the two of you?

Maybe both?

“I'm considering it. I want to help you, you're my friend.”

“But?” He asks while raising an eyebrow.

“What are the implications?”

The crinkle in the middle of his brow is back and before he even speaks, you already know it’s about his family.

“Doffy isn’t easy to deal with. He'll be imposing, inappropriate and most likely, manipulative. He'll want to know all about you and will probably test you, push you, to see if you're really interested in me.” He lets out another one of those deep, soul-shaking sighs. “I really didn't want to drag you into this, but I can’t take another family function meeting women I don't care about and never will.”

You can handle some probing. Hell, you went through the same thing when you and Ichiji made things official. How different can Donquixote Doflamingo be from Vinsmoke Judge? Probably not too different - same cold, smug look, same indifference… probably!

Seeing the slight distress in Law's eyes only strengthens your resolve. “I'll do it.” You give him a strained smile as he raises his eyebrows.

“Are you sure?”

“I’d never let a friend down, Law. Besides, how bad could it really be? Free food, dancing, pretending to be your girlfriend… I can think of worse things! A girl can be spoiled sometimes.”

He chuckles at your silliness, but the tension in his brow remains. “My uncle can be a handful… he… there was…” He looks like he's about to tell you something important but quickly shakes his head. “Never mind. As long as you're sure.”

You nod, finishing your coffee, and take out your trusted notebook. “But I'm not going in blind, mister. We'll need to learn everything about each other. If we're doing this, we're going to be superstars at it!”

Finally the crease between his eyebrows softens as he watches you with a flicker of amusement, a slight easiness overpowering his usual scowl. “I knew you’d say that.”

You grumble through your teeth, too focused on trying to find a pen in the chaos that is your purse, but you must have misplaced it because there’s nothing there. “Do you have a pen?” You gesture to his pocket, seeing some sticking out.

Sighing, he reaches without looking and gives you the first thing he grabs. As the pen touches your hand, you raise your brow. What the heck? Your eyes go from the pen to Law and from Law to the pen, an amused smirk tugging at the corners of your lips.

“What?” He asks, taking another sip of coffee.

“This is freaking adorable. I’m dying. Trafalgar Law, the moody, broody, humourless doctor has a teddy bear pen. I might need to take a photo of this.”

Law’s ears turn slightly red and he purses his lips, but he tries to look unaffected. “So what?” He reaches, trying to take it back.

A giggle escapes your lips before he can snatch the pen from your hands. “It’s too much to handle. I never thought you would have anything like this on you!” You keep deflecting his moves so he doesn’t grab the pen and you can almost see smoke coming out of his ears.

With a low grunt and a quick move, Law grabs your chin and moves his face closer to yours, a glint of amusement and impatience in his eyes. “I like cute things, obviously.” He says as his eyes give you an appreciative once-over and you blush. “Is that a problem?” You can barely think with his face in front of yours, so you don’t say anything. He smirks, tilting your head higher. “Didn’t think so.” Then he snatches the pen from your hand with a quick gesture. “Stop being a brat.” His tone is sharp but his gaze is playful.

When he releases you, searching his pocket for another pen, you have to swallow hard and take a deep breath before you can remember why you needed the pen in the first place. As he hands you the other pen, he watches you with an insufferably smug look. “You were making notes about what we needed to learn…”

“Right!” You exclaim, feeling your cheeks flare up and start scribbling furiously.

He tilts his head to spy what you're writing and can't hide another smirk from overcoming his lips. “Favourite music, colour, movie, place… is this fifty questions type of thing?”

You don't stop your furious scribbling and you don't need to meet his eyes to know he's staring at you with mild amusement. “I told you I'm not going in blind. We need to cover everything. You've got work today?” He nods and you hum in disappointment.

“Tomorrow?” He says tentatively, not knowing where you're going with this.

“Yes. Only in the afternoon, though. Can we meet at your place?” You've been at the door of his apartment but you've never crossed the threshold. Are you being too forward?

Heck, nah! You're going to be his girlfriend for the weekend anyway!

“Sure. What do you have in mind?” His voice deepens as he raises his hand, placing his arm on the bench behind your shoulders, his hand caressing your hair softly as if by accident. Your pen drills a hole in the notebook and you curse and clear your throat.

“Studying. I'll compile this list and then we're going to answer these questions and learn everything about each other.”

His smirk only deepens as he hums even lower. No matter how much time passes between you two, his voice is something that always makes you shiver. “Studying each other sounds great.” You make another hole in the notebook and he chuckles again. “You're trying to be in control of everything again.” He says deadpan.

“I know! Let me cope, Law. It's the only way I know how to do this.”

He hums and you can almost feel the way he's trapping more words behind his tongue. He wants to say something else, but he just raises his arms in the air. “Fair enough.”

And then, to indulge you, he throws in some more topics you should cover before heading back to work.

After this interaction you're left thinking that this will either be the greatest time you've had in your life, or the worst.

-*-

During your free afternoon, you compile the list on your laptop, complete with a spreadsheet so you can note down Law’s answers and your own. You’ll then share the list so you both can study and leave nothing to chance.

You arrive exactly on time and by the second knock, Law opens the door to his apartment to let you in. He must’ve come directly from the clinic - or the hospital - with barely time to change, because he’s still in jeans and a dress shirt - with half the buttons undone, showing off his amazing chest piece.

As you stare at him from outside his apartment, a definite blush on your cheeks, as you feel yourself burning up, he leans his arm against the threshold while the corner of his lips slowly curls up. “Hi.” That low timbre in his voice has you gulping in no time. His amber gaze shifts to your laptop and he lets out a low chuckle. “You came fully prepared, I see.”

Clearing your throat, you manage to let out a pathetic ‘yes’ to accompany your nod and his grin intensifies. “Come in.” He slurs, barely moving so you’re forced to brush against his body to enter his apartment.

You immediately remove your jacket upon entering - the heat is already overwhelming. As you take a look around you notice he really is someone who’s always in control. His home is minimalist - at least the living room! Who knows if he has a hidden room where he hoards comics or coins or something like that - and everything’s in its rightful place. He has taste, the furniture is beautiful, but it doesn’t scream opulence.

“Nice place.” You say genuinely while removing your shoes by the entrance.

“Thanks.” Law says as he closes the door and gestures towards the couch. The small end table has an assortment of cookies and two cups of steaming coffee ready for you.

“Third-best?” You ask as you approach the refreshments, pointing at the coffee.

“I’m aiming for second. I bribed Sanji to point me to some tastier beans than the ones he showed you.” Your grin matches his.

“Competitive much?”

“You have no idea.” The intensity of his gaze doubles as you both sit on the couch. “So,” he starts while changing the subject, “what’s this all about? Fifty questions turned to one hundred?”

He’s joking, but he’s also right, so you give him a strained smile while you open your laptop and set it on your lap. “Something like that. Get comfortable.”

With a groan he picks up his coffee mug and lets himself slide down the couch while you giggle.

-*-

“Okay, that about settles tattoos and marks!” You don’t really have any more clothes to remove, as you’ve already stripped down to your simple dress, yet the heat remains unbearable. Law’s torso is still bare, since he showed you all his tattoos, and, even though you already knew they were sexy as hell, you were still unprepared. “Now…”

“There’s more?” He interrupts, another muffled groan escaping his lips as he puts on his shirt but leaves it open. “I refuse.” He closes your laptop as he sits down near you, the gesture earning him an indignant gasp.

“Law!”

“You’re too much in control.” He says your name sternly. “This is looking like an interrogation. What happened to talking and doing this the normal way? Where’s the spontaneity?” He adds cheekily, his arms resting behind his neck as he leans back, his chest muscles rippling with the gesture.

“There can’t be any. We need to be thorough, we need to sell this act! How can we do that if we don’t know everything there is to know about each other?” You spent hours on this list - even though you didn’t tell him that - this is the one thing, the only thing you can control because all the variables of the wedding in itself are daunting and terrifying.

You can’t control who will believe or doubt you, you can't control how Doflamingo will act with both of you, hell, Law doesn’t even know who all the guests are! What if any of the Vinsmokes are there? What if Ichiji is there?

Too many things can go wrong!

“We can very well sell this act on actions alone.” His voice promises more. Your heart hammers against your chest as your pulse quickens. The idea of not having control over the situation is still too overwhelming.

“That’s impossible, Law.”

“It's not.” He leans forward, leaving just a breath of space between you, his amber gaze locking you in effortlessly. “If you think that knowing my favourite book or food is going to be the only thing that convinces people - especially my uncle - you’re dead wrong.” His soft breath tickles your eyelids, he’s that close. He might be trying to make you flinch, or pull back. To challenge you and see if you recoil from his proximity.

You don't.

You stand defiantly, your eyes never leaving his gaze. Even if you're burning up, heat pooling somewhere in your belly, turning into an ache between your legs. “It’s not completely about what we say or how we say it. It’s about how we act. But mostly…” His hand moves, brushing a strand of hair away from your face and you tremble slightly. “It’s about how you react to me.”

You fight to regain control of your breathing, but then you counter his gaze with a mocking grin. “You think a few light touches and a piercing gaze have any effect on me, Law?” You try to scoff but the sound comes out weird and high-pitched. “I think you’re underestimating my self-control.”

“Really?” The huskiness in his voice sends shivers down your spine.

“Hmm, hmm!” Is your clever reply. You’re bluffing and he knows it.

“Then why are you clutching your laptop so tightly?” He raises an eyebrow as your eyes dart downward to your hand. Your knuckles are already turning white from gripping the laptop and you curse, trying to play off your gesture with a slight shrug, but he’s seen through you.

His other hand grazes your bare leg, starting at the knee and climbing up, a phantom touch, a mere whisper of his fingers against your skin. Your breath hitches as he locks your eyes with his gaze again. “You don’t need to control everything, all the time. I’ve got this. I’ve got you. It’s not a list that will make us believable. It’s this.” He leans slowly forward, his lips brushing ever so lightly against the corner of your own as his fingers graze the inside of your thigh, leaving a trail of warmth behind.

Your gasp turns into a soft moan-like sigh and you almost melt into his touch as your body gives in. How can something so trivial as a light touch feel so damn good?

“There. People will believe that.” He smirks, satisfied, as he leans back against the couch, leaving you breathing hard, trying to regain composure, as if he hasn’t completely aroused you with just a touch and a few words. “Is this enough for today?”

You get up, leaving your laptop on the couch and start pacing back and forth, hands wringing together, trying to regain feeling in your limbs. How could he affect you so much with a few touches? A few words? One glance?

What’s this hold he has on you?

“No.” You find your voice after clearing your throat and try again. “It’s not enough. We need to know how to behave as… as boyfriend and girlfriend. Like you said, we need to have knowledge about each other, but we need to get accustomed to each other’s touch.” A sigh escapes your lips. This is dangerous territory. “To… kissing…” His eyebrows raise but you pay it no mind as you continue, already rambling a bit.

“I don’t have a lot of experience with boyfriends…” A crimson blush spreads across your cheeks. “My ex… well when we were out in public, at big events, he tended to ignore me. He liked to showcase me as a pretty thing dangling from his arm, but then he didn’t really care much about me, drinking with his acquaintances, not caring about where I was or what I was doing… He barely touched me. Just enough so people knew we were together, but that's not going to cut it if we want to fool your uncle. I don’t really know how we should act and-...”

“Okay.” Law stands up and takes a step closer to you, making you stop pacing. His presence becomes suddenly overwhelming and commanding.

“Okay, what?”

“Okay, I’ll show you how I would behave with you in public, so you get used to it. I would never, ever ignore you. You’re too special to be left alone.” A flicker of something primal touches his eyes. A sort of possession in his gaze. “And I wouldn’t barely touch you.” His smirk makes your breath hitch. There, this right here is dangerous territory.

But it's necessary.

As you nod, he steps even closer. His hand reaches as he places it in the small of your back, his fingers clinging to you as he pulls you nearer. His eyes never leave yours, though the amber is slowly giving way to a darker shade, his pupils dilating. “If this were real, I’d keep you close to me, so people would know we were together.” You swallow a lump as he pulls you even closer, showing you how he’d stake his claim on you, a bit possessive, but nothing aggressive, just a statement.

“And if this were real, I’d steal light touches, to keep you focused on me.” His other hand traces the curve of your neck and shoulder, slowly trailing down your arm and stopping at your wrist, his thumb brushing small circles against the sensitive skin. You can feel your heart beating erratically against your chest, his voice enveloping you in a thick haze: commanding, seductive, enthralling. You try to focus and remain composed, but he’s making it so hard.

The fire in your belly stirs and ignites again. The embers turning bright and stoking the flames of desire within you.

He tilts his face, his soft lips grazing your earlobe and his whisper creates goosebumps on your neck. “If this were real, I’d have you in my arms all night, to remind everyone that you’re mine.” His hand slides up your side, his thumb grazing the underside of your ribs, just barely brushing against the curve of your breast. A fleeting touch, a feather-like graze that sends a tingling sensation through you, making your breath catch in your throat as a hiss escapes your lips.

The flame roars, grows and spreads its tendrils through you.

Law’s lips brush against your collarbone, sending heatwaves down your chest that pool in your stomach. Your hands clench, aching to touch him and pull him closer, but you remain firm, grasping the last bit of control you think you still have. “If this were real,” he whispers against the hollow of your throat, then pulls slightly back as his thumb brushes against your jaw, tilting your head upward so you can meet his gaze, “I’d make you beg for my kiss.”

You can barely breathe. Law’s presence is overwhelming, he commands all your senses, there’s nothing you can think about other than his voice, his lips, his touch. Every other thought, every other worry is erased from your mind. All you can think about is that you need his lips against yours; you need his touch. Now.

Is this what he meant by helping you let go? Surrender?

Somehow, you find a semblance of strength to speak. “I don’t beg.” Your voice comes out ragged and hoarse, charged with intensity, pure need and unbridled desire.

Law’s smile widens, lending him a sort of unhinged - but still very much in control - look that makes you weak in the knees. “No?” He murmurs, his voice filled with amusement. “Are you sure?”

His lips graze against yours, not a kiss, barely even a touch - just a tease. His hand slides back down to your lower back and he pulls you impossibly close to him, his body heat radiating from his bare chest and pressing against you as you tremble and squirm under his touch.

“Look at you,” his voice is tantalisingly low, slurred and full of promises, “I barely even touched you and you’re already a mess, sweetheart.” His fingers keep tracing your arms and neck, his lips taunting and teasing your most sensitive spots. You’re trembling and squirming under his caresses, hot, hard pants leaving your lips, your breath slipping away from you in ragged gasps.

You are a mess.

“I want to hear you ask for it. Beg. Tell me what you want.” He whispers in your ear, his thumb brushing against your lower lip and you close your eyes, whimpering involuntarily as your body responds to every touch, every teasing word. He’s right, he’s so right.

He hasn’t even kissed you and you’re already falling apart.

“Just say it.” He urges you.

You clench your fists, trying to regain control, trying so hard to win back something you never had to begin with. But it’s all too much. It’s too overwhelming and you need some sort of release.

“Please…” Your whisper is barely audible but you know he hears you. He tilts his head to lock his gaze into your eyes, his hand on your neck, holding you and tilting you towards him.

“Louder.”

If you had any thoughts left in your mushed brain, you wouldn’t be able to hear it because the pounding of your heart reverberates against your ears. “Please.” You repeat, louder this time, your voice trembling as you succumb to that final loss of control. “Kiss me.”

To the final surrender.

Law smirks, satisfied and pleased with your response, his teasing successful. “If this were real,” he starts again as his lips brush ever so slightly against yours, “you’d be begging like this all the time.”

He’s still not kissing you. He’s a breath away and not giving you the release you crave, the one you so desperately need. “Please, Law!” You beg again, a muffled hiccup leaving your lips. His jaw clenches slightly and he grunts - that primal sound that makes you roll your eyes in anticipation - before he leans in and captures your lips with his, his hand pressing on your neck, tilting your jaw as he pulls you closer.

He starts slow as you moan into the sensation, but soon his hands grip you tighter and he deepens the kiss, his mouth claiming yours with fierce intensity. He dominates the kiss, holding you against him as his tongue slides against yours in a wordless claim.

You whimper again as you dig your nails into his bare chest, holding on for your sanity and trying to ground yourself as your body and mind unravel for him, surrendering completely to his hold, to his control. He kisses you as if you are truly his. His touch, his scent, his presence: it’s all overwhelming and intense and you want to give all of yourself to him, because this sensation is freeing.

He pulls away too soon and you’re left trembling. Ragged breaths escape your swollen lips and you can feel your cheeks burning. You’ve never felt this way before. Your eyes widen as you stare at him, dazed and completely undone.

You’re at his mercy.

“If this were real, I’d kiss you like this every time.”

You can only nod, your head still dizzy as you try to regain control. Your mind is still too addled from the way he made you fall apart without breaking a sweat. His gaze softens somewhat as he pats you lightly in the head and gives you a smug smile.

“Good girl.”

|Chapter 5 🔞|

#one piece #one piece x reader #x reader #op #the meet cute #modern day au #reader x trafalgar law #trafalgar law x reader #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar law #reader insert #law x reader #reader x law #Spotify

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pyrodolls · 9 months ago

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hi hi! i saw you mention that you love doing hcs & i LOVE them, so i thought i would send in a request

i wondering if you could do hcs of what it’s like to be mike munroe’s gf (or partner if you prefer to keep it neutral!) like how he is w them, his flaws, etc.

MIKE MUNROE X GN! READER RELATIONSHIP HCS

WARNINGS: gender neutral reader, poc friendly, all hcs are sfw

A/N: there is nothing i love more than doing hcs, tysm for requesting some!! i had a ton of fun writing this, so if you would like a part two, i'll do it! (i literally saw this req and immediately got up to write it) also i mentioned some poc things in here cuz i'm latino, soooo if anyone wants me to write any character x poc! reader, i am SO down.

mike is a very secure, confident partner. he's perfectly fine with you having male friends or spending alone-time with a guy.

but when another guy is clearly flirting with you?

oh boy.

he would go up to you and casually sling an arm around your shoulder, subtly hinting to the other guy that you are taken. if the guy doesn't take the hint, mike would butt in the conversation and would keep referring to you as his "love" or "beloved" until the guy leaves.

he isn't afraid of confrontation or anything, he just doesn’t want to waste time on someone like that.

if mike were to meet your parents, he would be confident and casual. he'd obviously hold back on the pda and profanity, but overall he wouldn't be too stressed about it. mike is very confident that he could win the approval of your parents. because of how calm he is, he'd probably treat your parents like old friends.

but if you're a person of color, he'd try a little harder. mike would present himself a bit neater, would constantly mention his successes, intelligence, job, etc. he'd even put in the effort to follow your family's customs. like if you eat with your hands, he has no issue doing so. or if you have a larger family, especially if they don't speak english, he would probably try to learn the language and get along with them all. he really wants to gain their approval.

these hcs make him sound like a saint... but the number one issue in your relationship with mike is that he tends to be a bit ignorant when it comes to your feelings.

for example, if you were at a party and you told mike you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave, he would be like: "what? why? this party's great! just go and talk to people, it isn't that hard."

he's nice about it, he just doesn't understand. he may even tease you about it.

"what? are you scared of social interaction? oh no, a conversation! the scariest of all weapons!"

but he shuts up immediately when he actually sees how uncomfortable you are, then he'd help you out. he's a nice boyfriend, just not the most understanding sometimes.

when you are genuinely in distress (emotionally), he would drop everything to help you and get rid of whatever is troubling you. if there's a chore you are too stressed to get done, he's helping you with it. if someone's messing with you, he'll have a... 'chat' with them. even though mike isn't too good with emotions, he hates seeing you stressed or sad. even if you're in denial or claim that you "don't need help" he isn't having it. he's stubborn, and he WILL help you.

mike's love language is probably either physical touch or quality time. if you're taller than him, he'd probably rest his arm around your waist. if you're shorter, he'd like to tease you sometimes by having his arm on top of your head, but mainly around your shoulders. he isn't afraid of showing off his partner to others, so he likes holding you at all times in some kind of way.

he also loves quality time. doesn't matter how. whether you're out at dinner somewhere, or just sitting in the same room scrolling through your phones in silence. he isn't picky, he just likes being around you.

mike strikes me as the type of boyfriend to always offer to drive you to places, even if you're a better driver than him. you'd be in the passenger seat and you get to choose what music to listen to, while mike has one hand on the wheel, and his other hand resting on your thigh.

when you're spending time with mike, you laugh a lot and mess around like kids, but after 3-4 hours of hanging out, you're suddenly talking about the meaning of life and your biggest fears and covering them up with jokes. he's versatile!😻

overall, he's a nice, funny boyfriend. even if he isn't extremely good with emotions, he tries his best with you.

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #mike munroe #mike munroe x reader #mike munroe fluff #until dawn fic #until dawn fanfic #until dawn fanfiction #mike munroe fic #mike until dawn #until dawn imagine #mike munroe hcs #mike munroe headcanons #until dawn mike x reader

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mapiforpresident · 11 months ago

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Lucy bronze x English, Barca reader.

Reader is ill but doesn’t wanna tell Lucy

I'm Not Sick

Lucy x reader blurb

warnings: none

I know this is not good, but my mind was blank when I wrote this one.

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It was obvious to everyone that you were ill. You had a red, runny nose, a cough, and you were a lot slower than usual.

You on the other hand thought you were doing a great job at hiding it and that know one had caught on yet.

You're girlfriend was the first person to notice you were sick, but she also knew that if she was the one to point it out you would deny it.

"Why is she practicing if she has a cold," Alexia came over and asked Lucy when you were out of ear shot.

"because she is so stubborn. She is in denial that she is actually sick."

"That sounds a little bit like you," Alexia said back with a laugh as they both heard you have another coughing fit after Pina tried to jump on your back. "I am sending her home, and you with her though because she needs to get better before the game on Saturday and pushing herself now won't help.

"Yes captain," Lucy said as she mentally prepared herself to go over and talk to you.

"Hey babe, are you ready for the next drill," you asked Lucy, although not with your usual enthusiasm.

"About that love, Ale is sending us both home," Lucy told you.

"But I swear I am not sick," you said back to her as she looked at you with a smirk on her face.

"The fact that you knew the reason that Ale would send you home early, means that you know you are sick," Lucy replied still smirking down at you.

You were about to protest again when you meet the eyes of your captain who sent you a pointed glare and a nod towards the locker room.

"Fine," you said with a huff as Lucy guided you to the locker room with a hand on your lower back, waving goodbye to all your teammates.

"Will you make me soup when we get home," you asked Lucy in a quiet voice.

"Anything for my perfectly healthy girlfriend," Lucy said as she leaned over and kissed your forehead.

#woso #woso x reader #fcb femení #lucy bronze #lucy bronze imagine #lucy bronze x reader #alexia putellas #fcb femení x reader #lionesses

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paradoxicalwritings · 7 months ago

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𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠

A/N: This is actually so self indulgent for me, so I hope you guys enjoy and always remember that you are your own worst critic :)

p.s. this was not edited so if there's grammar or spelling errors... oops...

𝐊𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚

You thought Kageyama just wouldn't be able to relate to you at all so you kept it to yourself until he finally pressed you on it

Once you told him how you were feeling, he'd nod and tell you about when he has felt the same (that boy has autism)

He would also suggest doing something to either help you or take your mind off of it

He would probably something that doesn't sound very encouraging from an outside perspective, but if you know him you know how much it really means.

Kageyama was walking you home today since he had a rest day from practice. It was quiet as the two of you walked, only hearing the sound of cicadas while the sun set over the neighboring building. Usually, the quiet would be comforting, but it wasn't tonight. You were stewing on the grade you had gotten on your exam. You felt like you studied for so long, but still got a C.

The black haired boy looked at you, "What's wrong?"

You jumped as the silence was broken and shook your head once you processed his words, "Nothings wrong, I'm just in my head."

"Usually when you say you're in your head, that means that you're overthinking something, so what is it?"

You sighed, "I really don't think you would understand it, Kageyama."

He huffed, "Well how about you just tell me and we see?"

"Fine." You sighed again, "I didn't score well on my exam today even though I studied so hard for it, so I'm kind of upset about it."

Kageayam nodded, "That's perfectly relatable. I think everyone goes through that. I mean, during the training camp in Tokyo I couldn't get the set for Hinata right, so I actually know exactly how that feels."

You hummed, "Yea, I remember you telling me about that. I shouldn't have assumed that you've never felt that way. I guess I forget because of how talented you are."

Kageyama looked at you with an eyebrow raised, "I mean, I think the same thing about you when it comes to school. Studying is something that seems to come so naturally to you."

Silence feel between the two of you once again as you thought about what he said. You really weren't alone in what you were feeling, and you were being too harsh on yourself.

𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚

Hinata would be absolutely SHOCKED that would feel like that about yourself

Because in his mind you're so amazing at what you do

If you told him you felt like you weren't doing well in school his eyes would genuinely bulge out of his head and just yell "BUT YOU'RE THE SMARTEST PERSON I KNOW???"

Once he recovers from the shock he would say something comforting

"You're a hard worker so I know you'll work past this feeling"

He would also throw you the Hinata Signature Smile

It was lunch and you were helping Hinata study English since final exams were coming up soon, but you could tell that you weren't putting the same energy into it as you normally do.

Hinata also noticed, "Hey, are you doing okay? Normally you are... how do you say it... more excited to help me during lunch."

You signed and put your head on your desk, finally being called out, "I took an exam last period and I feel like I did awful on it."

Hinata shot out of his chair, causing a loud squeek, "Huh?? But you're the smartest person I know! I mean that's why I always go to your for school stuff!"

You picked you head back up from the desk, "I don't really..."

"I mean your brain is so... so big and you study a lot and you're really passionate about your studies!" He finally settled in his seat and puts him hand on his chin in thought, "Well, I know how great you are so, everything will be okay! You're so hard working and smart that you'll absolutely crush the next test!"

You laugh at him, "I guess you're right. Thank you, Hinata."

He beams at you, "Of course! I can't just let my tutor be depressed!"

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

Tsukishima would probably tease you at first

But once he realized it was seriously bothering you, he would stop

He would probably just say something along the lines of "Well, you've been working really hard on this so I'm sure you'll succeed."

Then proceed to not look at you after saying that

Tsukishima seems so bad at comforting people from an outside perspective, but he just never doubts that you'll do well.

You and Tsukishima had just finished a really hard exam in class and you immediately put your head on your desk once your test was collected

Tsukki turned his head to you with his signature teasing smile, "Hm? Did Ms. Academic Weapon not do well on the exam?"

You groaned into your arms, "I can't deal with you teasing right now."

Tsukishima faced his whole body towards you upon hearing that, "Wait do you actually think you didn't do well?"

You pick your head up and sassily nod at him, "Um, yeah, Tsukki, I actually think I did pretty shitty on that exam."

"Okay, no reason to get all sassy with me. I'm sorry." He turns his body away from you, puts his headphones around his neck, and takes out his phone, "But I really don't understand why you think you did bad. I mean, you've been studying for it every time I've texted you for the last week, so I'm sure you did a lot better than you think you did."

You smile at him, "That's pretty high praise coming from you, Tsukki."

He put his headphones on his ears once he had a song picked out, "Yup, and don't expect anymore of it~"

You huffed at him, "Jerk."

𝐘𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢

When you share how you feel with Yachi, she listens very intently to your struggles

She would comfort you by saying something like "I'm sure you're the only one that thinks that about you! I think you always do amazing at everything you do!"

She would also offer to help you in any way she can

Whether that's helping you study or practice or just lend a listening ear whenever you're not feeling well

You were sitting in Yachi's room with her after school. She had wanted to watch a movie with you, but you really couldn't bring yourself to be excited about it. You of course loved hanging out with Yachi but after getting your exam back today, you couldn't help but let it affect your mood.

Yachi paused the movie and turn herself towards you on the couch, "What's wrong? Normally you'd be laughing waaay more at a movie like this and you would have way more commentary so I'm really worried about you."

You lay you head back on the couch and sigh, "Yea, I'm fine, I just got a bad exam grade back so I'm feeling bad for myself."

Yachi nodded, "Okay, tell me about it."

You looked up at the ceiling, "I mean, I studied everyday for almost two weeks for that exam, but I still got a C on it, so I'm really frustrated with myself. I just feel like I'm not doing well in school lately so I'm in the dumps about it."

Yachi looks at you perplexed, "Well, I can promise you that you're the only one who thinks you're not doing well. I mean, you can't do well one everything. I personally think you're wickedly smart!"

You laugh, "Thank you, Yachi." You smile at her, "I guess I'll just have to do good on the next."

"See! Exactly! And I'll be here to help you with it no matter what!"

𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢

Yamaguchi would comfort you in a similar way to Yachi.

But he would also share coping strategies that he himself uses, since he often feels a similar way

He's very good when it comes to actually saying comforting things compared to Tsukishima or Kageyama

"Hey, Yamaguchi, do you ever feel like you're falling behind everyone else?"

Yamaguchi laughed, "Yeah, only like all the time in the volleyball club. Why, what's up?"

You stopped eating your food, "Well, I kind of bombed the last exam, and I guess I just feel like I'm not doing as well as I should be given how much work I put in."

Yamaguchi nodded, "I feel that way all the time. But, whenever I do feel that way I try to remind myself of all of the things I've accomplished instead of lingering on the things I haven't accomplished yet."

You sigh, "Yea, that makes sense, but I guess it's just hard to remind myself."

He looked you in your eye and pointedly said your name, "You are genuinely one of the smartest person I know. You aced all of your finals last semester and you have a really good GPA. You help tutor people all of the time, and people wouldn't trust you with that if you didn't know what you were doing."

You look down at your feet and smile, "Yea, I guess I am pretty smart."

Yamaguchi laughs and smiles at you, "That's what I'm saying."

𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬

@staincastle ◦ for the haikyuu header

@tsaicons & @anitalenia ◦ for the dividers

#haikyuu #karasuno #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #hinata shouyou #kageyama tobio #yachi hitoka #tsukishima x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #yamaguchi x reader #yachi x reader #comfort #headcanon #drabble

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nichoswag · 1 year ago

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hiii !! i love your writing so much omg🥲🥲 can I request a jo oneshot (f!reader) where the reader is at a convenience store and some older guy starts to prey on her (does that make sense ? 😭) and the reader doesn’t know what to do until she sees jo and asks him to pretend to be her bf or maybe she gives him hints that she’s in need of help. after the guy leaves maybe jo and the reader could exchange numbers or smth ? JDJDJD my english is so bad so idk if that even made sense im so sorry if it didnt 😭 also its totally okay if you’re not comfortable with writing this! im just in need of more jo oneshots (&team oneshots in general) they’ve been stuck in my head for so long 🥲

safe . asakura jo

pairing: stranger!jo x female reader

warnings: stalking, reader is being followed, creepy man, typical saved from a stalker scenario, jo is a total sweetheart, angst and fluff, petnames (babe, pretty)

song rec: young luv - stayc

a/n: sorry for the wait anon. and your english is perfectly fine, i understood it fully! i also feel you so much on the lack of &t content on this app! maybe i'll start doing fic recs to provide you guys with more works by other amazing authors i love!! also, this is a great request and i enjoyed writing it so much!!! enjoy ♡

it's a dark, cold night. the sun set around three hours ago, so it's getting to be pretty late into the night.

you walk down the street clutching your jacket closer to your body, shoulders pulled nearly up to your ears.

that's when you hear footsteps behind you.

the first thing that's odd about this is the fact that this is a route you take home often, and you've literally never run into anyone at this time of night due to the roads all being side streets.

as a normally anxious person, you think of what you've been taught to do in this situation- the most common trick. you take three right turns in a row, not getting lost since you know the roads well. however, even as you come back to where you first heard the footsteps behind you, you can still hear them, and they sound as if they're coming closer.

you panic at this point, speeding up until you're nearly running. the footsteps become faster and louder to match your pace.

you make a sharp turn into a convenience store, but the man follows you inside. noticing the cashier looks like a teen who would likely not be of much help, you settle for heading towards the tall guy in the back near the drinks.

as you get near him, you grab his sleeve, effectively startling him. "did you wait for a long time?" he looks extremely confused. you have to lean up on your toes as much as possible to get closer to his ear because he's so much taller than you. you do so and explain the situation in a whisper as the man walks into the aisle behind you.

he quickly looks concerned and holds your hand, seeming to realize he should play along. "i didn't wait long at all, pretty."

you smile up at him, eternally grateful. you think to yourself that you owe him severely if you ever meet again.

"do you want something to drink?" he asks, seeming to really get into the boyfriend role. still holding your hand tightly, he steps back and gestures to the fridge area for you to pick.

"you don't have to do that, babe," you say, blushing a bit.

"no, no, go ahead. you should really drink something," he insists. "you've been walking for a while, you must be thirsty."

you tilt your head, not sure if he's serious or just playing the role well. he nods his head. you pick out a drink you like and he takes it from your hand and picks out his own drink as well. he walks towards the front of the store still holding your hand.

he looks back at the man who was following you to find him already staring, but he doesn't make any move to come closer to the two of you.

after the nice guy checks out, you both walk out of the store.

"would you like me to walk you home?" he asks. "just to be safe."

you contemplate for a moment before nodding. "i live near here, so it's not that far of a walk. thank you so much for this- and the drink, too."

you both begin to walk in the direction of your house, still hand-in-hand.

"of course," he smiles sweetly. "i hate how careful ladies have to be walking around nowadays... it's crazy that something bad could happen to you even in your own neighborhood."

you huff. "tell me about it. i've only been followed like this a few times, but i hear it happens to a lot of girls my age."

he sighs. "it's ridiculous. oh, i'm jo, by the way."

you smile up at him. "i like that name. i'm ____."

"pretty name for a pretty girl," he cheeses.

you cringe, giggling. "thanks for the compliment, but that was so corny."

he laughs. "i know- i realized after i said it."

you talk and laugh the whole way home, up until you get to your house. you didn't even mean to let him walk you the whole way home, you would've stopped him at the start of your street, but you kind of lost track, being so distracted.

"well, this is it." you turn towards him, finally letting go of his hand. "again, thank you so much. i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't helped me."

he smiles shyly, his face flushed. "no problem. could i maybe get your number? you can text or call me next time something like this happens. i live just down the street, so i'll come running."

you blush, taking his phone to add yourself as a contact. "you're really cute. maybe we could just hang out sometime, no creepy man involved?"

he chuckles. "yeah- that'd be nice."

you say your goodbyes. he watches until you get to your door to make sure you make it inside okay before you see him leave through your window.

you blush as you think of the whole interaction again.

thank you, jo, you think. for making me feel safe.

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waywardcrow · 1 year ago

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Timeless.

Chapter V.

Summary: 1943. 1975. 2024. Three different decades, three different lives, three different times your life and Bucky's interwined; he lost you twice, will he do it again?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader.

TW: It can change each chapter but themes of Bucky as soldier in WWII and as the Winter Soldier in general, lots of feels, a little bit of angst, fluff, two cuties pinning after each other, 40’s!reader is mentioned to be named Beth but that changes for 2024 version of her so I nicknamed her little bird for Bucky, Ace for everybody else, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: Please remember english is not my first language so if I make a mistake or forget something let me know.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Previous chapter <;<<

Harper sent you the most astonishing suit you had ever seen.

The color complimented your skin tone, the cut was clean and highlighted every part of your body you liked; she left a note on top too.

“This is your new beginning, Ace, go get them.”

It made you smile, still you didn’t wear it, the suit was too expensive. Your choice was one black plain pencil skirt, white blouse and simple heels. Your makeup and hairstyle wasn’t too special also, you wanted Pepper Potts to see what you were capable of beyond your fashion choices.

After making your way to the tower and making all the procedure, you met your new boss.

“Maria is going to give some training and we can get some things done as we start working together” the ginger woman said behind her desk, you gave a nod and she smiled “relax; you’re going to do great.”

You didn’t know how to relax; it wasn’t in you to be able to do it.

Maria Hill, an intimidating but efficient woman, made you sign a confidentially contract which was fine with you, you were given an enormous pile of information that made you believe you were not qualified enough for this.

“Thank you miss Potts- Pepper” you rectified, giving her a list of her things to do “miss Van Dyme is coming after lunch to discuss your partnership with Pym industries and Dr. Stephen Strange asked for an appointment tomorrow too, you have your daughter’s teacher reunion at ten so maybe after it could be a good time”

“It’s perfect, Ace” the happy tone in her words made you smile. After being so long stuck with someone who only made you feel stupid, it was nice to have some reassurance.

You both went about your day and the familiar environment of the office setting helped you to focus instead of losing it, you were working with the Avengers! Your folks barely believe it when you called them, in all honesty you almost couldn’t believe it too.

The day was easy, probably because Pepper wanted you to don’t give up and when you least expect it, it was time to go home.

“Are you sure miss- Pepper?” you asked for the millionth time, obviously going home before midnight wasn’t usual for you.

“I’m completely sure, Ace. Please go home and rest, tomorrow we have a great day” not very convinced, you did what she say and after saying goodnight you took your things and walk to the elevator.

When the doors opened your heart raced in your chest.

Sergeant Barnes smiled at you when you entered the elevator, giving you enough space between your bodies.

“Are you ok, miss?” his smile faltered and you tried to look less like an idiot.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, just tired” you lied “I didn’t see you all day”

In the moment your words left your mouth, heat rushed to your cheeks, what the fuck were you doing?

“I was working on something with Sam, he can be a pain in the ass sometimes” he explained without making evident how dumb you were being. The doors opened again and he walked with you to the entrance “are you going home or-?”

“Home” it was a whisper under the city noise but he could hear you perfectly.

“Maybe I could drive you there, if you want” it sounded crazy but he almost looked shy, like you were about to reject him. For a moment, the memory of your dreams about that boy smiling at you in the moonlight came back.

“Yeah, I’d like that”

It was the right answer, his face light up and it took you a second to remember how to breathe.

Bucky directed you to his car in silence which was a good thing because your head was a complete mess, what were you doing? There was no way you could deny you felt attraction towards him but it wasn’t like you were the only one, the man was breathtaking so you were just reacting to that, it was a complete different story to think something could happen between you two.

He opened the door for you with the same politeness he let you walk first out of the elevator and your hands shook a little. It was nothing, he was a gentleman, he came from the time gentlemen were a thing, for all you knew he probably had a beautiful girlfriend waiting at home, ready to welcomed him with mind blowing sex and plans of a future together.

Being the silly hopeless romantic you were, the thought made your heart ache.

“Did you forget something at the tower?” he asked again when he started driving, Bucky looked a little concerned about you so you tried to smile.

“I’m fine, sorry, just leave me near the next subway station”

“Why would I do that? You are not going to the subway and not at this hour, little bird, it’s too dangerous” Bucky was too affronted to realize his mistake but you weren’t.

“Little bird?”

For a moment you could see how his jaw clenched, like he was scolding himself but then it was gone and he gave you a boyish smile.

“It’s ok if I call you that? Just felt appropriate, you’re sweet and small and I don’t know” he shrugged before the light turned green and then you didn’t think about anything else but how perfect it sounded that nickname in his voice.

“I’m obviously small next to you Bucky, you grew up like ivy around a stone house, don’t ya think?”

The most melodic laugh came out of him and you weren’t in his car anymore, instead it was a tent surrounding you and the chill of the autumn air around you.

You started bickering like you knew each other all your lives, he asked you about your day and then you asked about his and what had him so busy with Sam which led to something very interesting.

“Alright, in my defense I don’t go around looking for old ladies to charm” he defended himself after telling you a story about a bingo night in Louisiana with Sam and a very nice old lady who gave him her number.

“You’re a heartbreaker, Bucky Barnes” you told him holding back your laugh, he was so cute when he was all flustered, you could swear you saw him like this before.

“I used to be”

He stopped in front of your building and the sad tone in his voice made you want to reach for his hand to comfort him, despite that your hand stayed still.

“I’m pretty sure you still are, maybe you don’t find the right lady yet”

His sky blue eyes found yours, making the air inside the vehicle heavy with unspoken words. His gaze never left your face; he looked like he was fighting with himself.

“I did find her, actually” Bucky finally said and your hopes crashed against each other.

“Oh” was everything you could say.

“In the 40’s, she was… she was gone shortly after I disappeared” his voice was barely a whisper but you could hear him perfectly being that close, this time your hand closed around his.

“I’m so sorry Buck” your jealousy was long forgotten, a silly crush was nothing compared to losing someone like that, when the details of his pardon were made public they said that he was believed to be dead when in reality he was captured a second time by Hydra, you couldn’t imagine how it was for his lover to lose him twice when he was alive and suffering and for him to lose the woman he loved with everything else that monsters took from him.

A heart crushing pain that was always there hit you, your soul aching for both of them, for the young soldier Bucky was, for the woman who surely waited until her last breath to see him again.

“Please don’t cry little bird, I didn’t mean to make you cry” he wiped your tears with his hands and your skin felt hot at the contact, why were you crying? God, he surely would think you were an idiot or a fake jerk.

“I’m fine, I’m sorry, I don’t know why I’m crying” stopping was impossible but Bucky didn’t look at you like you lose your mind, instead he hugged you, rubbing circles in your back. His scent of leather and mint made you close your eyes and start to relax.

“Everything is ok little bird, you’re fine, I’m fine” he mumbled against your hair.

Taking a deep breath, you calmed down and put some space between you two.

There was concern in his beautiful face and that was normal after your behavior but there was also something more, something that made you both move towards each other before a honk startled you, making you fall from his arms.

“I’m so sorry, Mr. Barnes, I don’t know what happened to me” you apologized, taking your purse before he could say anything and getting out of the car to your department.

You didn’t stopped running until the door closed behind you.

Tag list: @cjand10 @bunnyforhim @cookingdancingchick @moon-light1928

Next chapter >>>

Hiya! I know it's a small chapter but I was not at my best these past days but here we are, tell me what you think! And if my tags work! Please.

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes fluff #40s bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

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haileyp4l · 1 year ago

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Summary: Drew was on Vacation with his family. But now he is home earlier than expected.

Warnings: None just Fluff

A/n: That's my first post but I hope you like it. Please don't mind the mistakes, english isn't my mother-language

It is weekend. You are alone in your apartment. You listen to Lana Del Rey ~ Yes to heaven. You dance infront of your large window. While you dance you enjoy the beautiful view. It's dark outside. It's been about half an hour since the sun went down behind the houses. You kind of miss Drew (like always when he's not around). The last time you spoke on the phone was two days ago. He is in Rome with his family at the moment. You couldn't come with him because of your job. At first you were sad that you couldn't come but now you're just looking forward to see him again. He should come in one week. And you are very excited. You've planned to go on a date with him as soon as he's back. You have planned a nice picnic with a spot where you can see the stars perfectly. Usually he's always planning dates (which are always great of course) but now you wanted to surprise him! So you're dancing infront of the window... you feeling hungry but you want to listen to the song first. "Say yes to heaven... say yes to me" you sing along loudly. You spin and just enjoy the moment. "Beautiful like always" you hear a voice behind you...but before you can scream you recognize the voice. "Drew" you yell happily as you turn around and run into his arms. "Hey darling" he says and laughs. He's holding you tight and you're just so happy to be in his arms again. Then you let go of him and look into his eyes. You are confused. "Why are you back again you shouldn't be back until next week"?! you ask. "Tbh...I couldn't take it anymore without you, not even another week! You smile. "Whatever I'm so happy to have you back" he said. "And guess what" he continues talking while raising his hand, holding a bag that's little too familiar to you. "Really???" you ask excited "you drove halfway across town for my favorite meal?" you continue. "I would Do anything for you" he answer. you ask: "Anything?".... "Anything!" he answer. You start blushing. He smiles and gives you a gentle kiss. _You hear the phone ringing_ "You answer the phone and I'll get the table ready for dinner" Drew says. "Ok, Love" you answer. You go to the phone and answer the call. "Hello?" you ask. "Oh hello dear this is Drew's mom". "Ah hello Jodi, what's up? Is everything Okay?" you ask. "Yes everythings good I just wanted to ask if Drew got home safely" "Yeah he is here and everything is fine" you answer. "Is he better now?" Jodi ask. "What do you mean was anything going on while on vacation?". "Didn't he tell you why he came home?"she sounds like she's surprised. "Uhm...he just said that he came because he couldn't stand being without me any longer. But it sounded like he was joking" you answer confused. "Oh he was a pretty much understated!" she said. "What do you mean?" now you're really curious. "Well, he was so quiet and absent the whole time from the beginning of the holiday. He didn't really leave the room and when he did he hardly said a word! One day his brother Logan asked him what he was thinking about all the time. He only replied that he has to think about you all the time and what you are probably doing now so alone. He also replied that he wished you were with him. We just noticed that he is not happy. But we knew exactly how he would be happy again. So we told him yesterday that we booked him a flight back home to you. When we told him that, it was the first time we'd seen him laugh so genuinely since the holiday started". "Woah" is the only thing you answer because you are speechless. "Well I have to hang up now but believe me Drew has never loved anyone like you".

_she hangs up_ You are shocked. But somehow you're happy too. You rush into the kitchen, where Drew is just putting the food on the plates. You go to him and hug him from behind. You hold him tight and don't let him go. "What is the hug for? I don't want to take notice, but..." he asks laughing. "Oh... I just realized how much I missed you!" you answer. "Ah that's a good reason" he said while smiling. "And..." You continue. "Yes?" he asks. "I love you so much Drew Starkey. I love you so so so much!" You see him blush."I love you even more, Y/N Starkey."You have to smile because he called you Starkey. You're not married yet but you already love it! " yk what?" you ask "Next time I'll come with you on vacation" you continue. "Really?" he starts smiling "Yep, everything for you Love" you say. Suddenly he goes to his cell phone and turns on "Yes to heaven." He takes your hand and pulls you close. He puts his hand on your hip and starts dancing to the song with you. " Y/N?" he asks quietly "Yes babe?" you ask. "You are the Love of my Life" you don't know what to say and just lean on him. "I can only tell you the same thing, my Love". You can feel him smile. There you are, dancing together again in your apartment. You could dance forever with Drew, the man of your dreams!

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speedofsoundsketches · 11 months ago

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I'm curious, do you have specific favorite voice actors for the Sonic characters? (Like just the main few, Sonic, Shadow, Tails, etc.) if so, may we know your favorites?

Brace yourselves, this is gonna be a long one so under the cut.

Jun'ichi Kanemaru is THE standard for Sonic. The guy is passionate about the role and captures him perfectly. Plus, he's a great singer! The English VA that came closest to matching him is Jason Griffith. (honorable mention to Devon Mack. Low as my opinion is of Prime, Devon's voice is actually pretty suitable for Sonic. Would like to hear him in a better product!)

The late Chikao Ōtsuka for Eggman was wonderful, but I have zero complaints with Mike Pollack. Really, no matter what style or tone he's portrayed Eggman in, he's always done it superbly. I'd say of all English VA's that worked in this series, Mr. Pollack's probably been the one who's NEVER had a miss. Guy's got incredible range even in his work outside of Sonic (using this as a chance to shill the Pluto Anime since he starred in it. GO WATCH IT PLEASE.)

Tails is really really REALLY hard to mess up. His voice actresses have typically been great at capturing him (save for OVA Tails who talks like he has a cold). Coleen's a fine Tails and suitable replacement for Amy Palant but I may still prefer Palant just because she's the nostalgic one for me being in all the 2000's games plus Sonic X.

Knuckles voice preference is a tough call. His VA needs to be able to play up both his aggressive and gentler sides. It's a toss up between Dan Green and his current VA Dave B Mitchell. Mitchell has been doing good work in the animated shorts so I like him and he's the best we've had since Dan moved on. His Japanese VA, Nobutoshi Kanna, is great as well for the same reasons. :)

Amy's best actress is still her JPN VA, Taeko Kawata (who is also a lovely singer!) Lisa Ortiz to this day is STILL her best ENG VA. She captured Amy's youthful, cutesy appeal but can IMMEDIATELY switch to her assertive side naturally. Fantastic range and it's too bad that Amy's assertiveness has been subdued so much lately that this can't be fully appreciated anymore.

Cream's had far fewer options to choose from. I like both her actresses in JPN (Sayaka Aoki) and ENG (Rebecca Honig) honestly. I do like the almost whispery gentleness to her ENG voice particularly. Just helps her feel very soft and sweet.

Shadow's JPN VA, Kōji Yusa, is so good. You really can't go wrong here. For the ENG VA, this might be a bit controversial because while I appreciate David Humphrey as Shadow's debut in SA2, I'm still partial to Jason Griffith purely because once he got accustomed to Shadow as a character, he really elevated the role. I think his performance in 06 was one of the best moments for the character overall.

Rouge might one of the few times where I actually prefer her current ENG voice actress, Karen Strassman, to her older one. Her JPN VA, Rumi Ochiai, is THE standard tho so Karen just suits her best as a close match! Youthful yet still mature and her flirty quality doesn't sound too forced.

Omega's JPN VA (Taiten Kusunoki) IS SO AMAZING. It's hilariously deeper than I expected but still robotic so something about it just WORKS. His ENG VA is alright too. But I just love the JPN Voice, I don't know why.

May do a part two if I have time for the others!

#sonic the hedgehog #Dr. Eggman #Ivo Robotnik #tails the fox #miles tails prower #Knuckles the Echidna #Amy Rose #Cream the Rabbit #Shadow the Hedgehog #Rouge the Bat #E-123 Omega #team dark #text #anon #asks #ramble #voice actors #voice acting

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lordofdragos · 5 months ago

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ITS TIME

TIME FOR THE DRAGOS WALL OF IMAGES AND SCREENSHOTS *UPROAROUS APPLAUSE* Ok but for real For the people that know what this is you already know (Great sentence there Drago glad I can speak English to say stuff like that) but for those that DON'T know This is going to be me screaming and having a mental break down about a game called "In Stars and Time" I highly recommend you DO NOT view under the read more page break if you intend to play this game at any future point in your life, which I would HIGHLY recommend the game is so GOOD AAA Anyways, off to the races!

Actually let me add tags to this post first... And done!

WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WHEN YOU WON'T LET ME YOUR BACKSTORY This sounds like something me and my friends would say to each other when we're being assholes

Game gives us the best party member to control in my personal opinion My personal opinion is I've played this game for like 20 minutes but I threw scissors 3 times against Tutorial Kid I know what I am *Insert that always throws scissors guy meme where he complains about the rock players ruining the metagame*

L bozo sorry m8 YOU'LL GET OVER IT AXFCDHVGJN

I get the distinct feeling that everything will not be fine soon . . . Owie

Time to talk to every bird again!! I am mentally stable I swear the game hasn't already captured my entire soul what no haha

Its the Bastard tm I vaguely know about this character ALSO YES THANK YOU I NOTICED THAT HAPPENING ACTUALLY

So I MAYYYYYYY have gone through this dialogue like 30 times or something to see if anything funny would happen It didn't

Hooray for teamwork!!

DAMN KID DO YOU MIND Also note here from Future Drago Does this one not count as a loop since it tutorials you to restart in the castle? I don't think it increased my loop number

AYO?

WOK!!!!!!!!! Man I really love all of the characters but Bonnie is interesting to me because they are written so perfectly like an actual child Which means I constantly flip between YEAH CHILD ENERGY AND EXCITMENT And get this RUNT AWAY FROM ME GOOD LORD I know it somewhat sounds like I dislike them but no really just more of a testament to how GOOD the writing is

So real game

Mission failed we'll get em next time

Sometimes when the game itself tells you you cannot go further the best way forward is to fight to the death BTW I recommend losing to a normal Sadness some time good reading there

MINOR WORD CHANGE GAME I SEE YOU YOU AINT SLICK

War. War never changes. Went down purely to spite Bonnie for saying smart kid intuition we all stupid here except Odile

This conversation gave me the feels man

Funnyjokespun person! Also Hampter Sif!

End of images for this post but final thoughts at the end of this wonderful loop WHY WON'T ANYONE TOUCH SIF DID SIF ASKING TO STAY WITH THEIR FRIENDS AT THE BEGINNING CAUSE THIS DID THE FUCKING TREE DO THIS MAN?? It has been TEN HOURS and I just finished loop 4 I am so glacially slow (I think) I do basically everything everytime because I love it I refuse to fall into despair! The game will probably change that without my consent in the future though so OH BOY

Alright thats one massive post done how do I like schedule this so I can type more and have them all come out at around the same time...?

#isat spoilers #isat #dragos plays games #really long and overly worded post #actually didn't need that many tags really just the spoiler one was important

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fierceawakening · 1 year ago

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Lesson 3: So How Do I Verbs (And Sometimes Nouns), Then?

Hello students!

Today I'm going to (finally) explain to you how to conjugate verbs (and how to make nouns possessive; they work the same way) in Phyrexian.

Along the way I'll teach you useful stuff like how to make nouns plural.

Once again, this is an example of how Phyrexian works very differently than English does.

Look at this Phyrexian word, solm. It means smack or hit:

solm

Or, in some dictionaries, you'll see the same word, but with a blank spot between the last two consonants, like

sol_m

Don't worry about the blank just yet. Just know that eventually Some Stuff Goes In There, and that solm and sol_m are the same word, for now.

You change words in Phyrexian by doing things to their vowels. Think of it this way:

Phyrexians don't like vowels. They sound all fleshy. The consonants are clicky and sharp and sometimes straight up metallic, so they can stay. But the vowels? We do weird things to those because EW VOWELS BLEH.

(Yes, this is canon. Phyrexia, please get some therapy. You're both metallic and organic and that's perfectly fine. Stop hating yourselves please.)

Most words in Phyrexian can be nouns or verbs, depending on where you put them in your sentence. (Remember: if it's at the end of a sentence, it's almost certainly a verb.)

So this is also a word I could use for the noun, a hit or a blow or a slap or the like. But suppose I want to say "hits/blows" rather than specifically one hit or blow.

I make nouns plural by doubling the first vowel. This gives me:

soolm

Punches!

If you see a word in Phyrexian that's in the subject or object position and it has a doubled vowel like this, oo or aa or ɒɒ or what have you, you're almost certainly dealing with a plural noun.

But that's less fun than throwing the punches, right? So how do we say "I punch you" or "She punches them" or the like?

That's what our magic underscore is for! We add in a vowel between the last two consonants to tell us who is hitting who.

This is technically called a relational infix. (Relational because it expresses the Relationship between subject and object and Infix like Prefix or Suffix but it goes In the word.)

I think they're called this because a "conjugation" implies verbs only, and these are used for other things too. But if you want to call them conjugations I promise I won't tell.

Here are all the relational infixes, from the chart I posted last night:

What the heck is all this?

Well, I'll tell you.

The horizontal axis tells you who you start from (who's the subject of the sentence, generally), and the vertical tells you who you're pointing toward.

So if I'm trying to say "I hit you," I look at the horizontal axis and find 1st person (I or we), and then search vertically for 2nd person. That square reads "a" (with something funny in parentheses. That doesn't apply here which is why I picked this verb. I will get to that, but for now you can just think about which vowel goes where.)

Therefore I-hit-you is

solam

If I'm doing this right now, I need my mood marker to make it a full sentence. So I grab my xe from lesson 2 and my beginning and ending punctuation and of course my cool looking spacebar because Phyrexians are extra and it's great and

^xe-solam.

Declaration: I-hit-you.

I hit you.

This is a weird system if you're used to English (or, like, literally any other language I know.) But the cool thing about it is that you can ALSO use this schema for sentences that you have to get a little weirder with in English:

^xe-solom.

Declaration: I-hit-me.

I hit myself.

What the heck is a "myself?" How do you decide when you say myself or me or I? Phyrexia don't care. If I verb toward me that means I-verb-to-I and there you go.

This is also useful because you can also use I-toward-I, you-toward-you, them-toward-them to indicate possession. My compleation. My minions. My vegemite sandwich. Whatever. It's gonna have an o in it, and that o is going to be stuck between the last two consonants. I am told this is cozy.

But there are a couple of weird things, of course, before you go forth and speak or type Weird Cyborg at people.

One is first person. In English we have two ways to talk about this. "I," meaning the speaker as a particular individual, and "we," meaning the speaker AND a group the speaker is part of.

Phyrexians are a Borg expy. There is no difference in Phyrexian between I and we (or you and y'all, or him and them.) The reader/listener gathers it from context.

I believe that when it's important to indicate that you mean yourself, for example if you're trying to express "I'm going to leave the group and go after our enemy, while you stay here" you would name yourself. Like:

Declarative: I/we Fierceawakening I-go-[to-]them.

This is headcanon at the moment but it's educated guess headcanon.

Another confusing one is "fourth person." As English speakers, we are used to first person (I/we), second person (you), and third person (he/she/it/they). Phyrexia, what is this?

Most honest answer is I don't know for sure. This one trips me up something AWFUL.

What it's described as being used for is the generic, like "One must do such and such." Hence "one" in the chart above.

In practice, it seems like it's often used not just in that way but also for phrases like

"son of Yawgmoth"

In English, this would be 3rd>3rd, because both the son and Yawgmoth are neither me nor you and so would be "him." But in Phyrexian, 3>3 would sound like you mean "he is his own son," so... no, can't do that. You need another person, so that "he" the son and "he" the Father of Machines (and of This Guy) are differentiated.

But is it 3rd to 4th or 4th to 3rd? And why?

Again: I honestly don't know. This is not how any other language I speak works.

But most examples of this we have in sources are 4>3, or y.

So I'm going to cautiously advise 4>3 until I see more examples of 3>4 and can reason out the difference and give you an actual explanation of what the hell is going on.

So now: those weird parentheses.

These mean that in certain situations you change something else about the word along with adding your infix.

The two ways of changing words are:

Clanking: If you see a ' in parentheses after or before your infix, it means that (if the consonant isn't already clanked) you look up whether the consonant indicated has a clanked version, and if it does, you use that.

so a(') (3>1, they verb me/us) means that you add an a, and then if the ending consonant isn't clanked, you look up whether it has a clanked version and clank it if it does. Since there is no clanked m, solam could be they-hit-me OR I-hit-you.

Similarly, (')a (1>3, I/we verb them) means you find where you put your a, then look at the consonant before it and clank it, if it isn't already and there's a clanked version of that consonant. Since there is no clanked l, solam can ALSO be I/we-hit-them.

I imagine that for verbs like this that don't have clankable consonants, surrounding context is important.

Vowel Harmony: For words with some vowels (a, e, and i, but not others), when you add certain infixes, you also change the initial vowel.

This is shown by an ɒ (the first letter on the chart above) in parentheses before the infix vowel. So say I had this verb:

'at_n, "greet/acknowledge"

and I want to say "I greet you," as I did in "Hello, students!" above.

I look at my chart for 1>2, and I see that my infix is "a." Easy enough!

But I can't just say "atan," as I see my ɒ indicating that I have to harmonize my vowels. So I look at my chart and see "a becomes ɒ," the first one, and therefore I

'ɒtan, "I-greet-you."

...change the initial vowel and add my infix.

From what we're told this by itself can be said like we say hello, without a mood marker. But to formally make it a sentence since we're in class:

^xe-'ɒtan.

Declaration: I greet you.

#fierce teaches phyrexian #gitaxian braindump 3 #relational infixes for me! relational infixes for you! relational infixes for them! re--*bricked*

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shiningwonderland · 8 months ago

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Otoya Ittoki (Repeat)

Translator: Raz (Twitter: agnadance)

Editor: Mae (Twitter: itoshikimaegirl)

QA: Rei (Twitter: wolfe_raine)

February — Always Semplicita

The principal continued giving Otoya-kun new challenges through winter break and even into the third term.

The principal would call the challenges titles such as "Supplementary Lessons from Hell Part Three" and "The Idol's Study Guide, Part Three."

The title was different every time, but every single challenge was so grueling that any average person would've given up.

One time, the principal told Otoya-kun that becoming friends with animal talents is also important work, which ended up with him being locked in a cage with a lion.

Another time, the principal said one must lay their life on the line to do variety shows and ordered him to make his way back to school from Hokkaido just through hitchhiking.

Despite everything, Otoya-kun was not discouraged. He would clear every challenge perfectly and return to me with a smile on his face.

We gradually work on music when we're together.

Haruka Nanami: Are you okay that the pitch suddenly goes higher in the last part of the pre-chorus?

Otoya Ittoki: That's fine! And about that part, I actually want it to be in English. How about, "Are you ready?"

Otoya Ittoki: Sounds cool, right?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, that sounds great. Now that the melody has been decided, I want to keep working on the arrangement.

Haruka Nanami: It's nearly done, but I want to make it sound more exhilarating… I just remembered, how much of the lyrics did you get done?

Otoya Ittoki: The first part, for now…

Haruka Nanami: Okay, we can get the feel with just that part.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I'm still working on it. I'm going to put in all my feelings I have for you, so look forward to it!

Haruka Nanami: I see! Ah, and there's a part I would like some advice on. Let's see, where's that music sheet…

The moment I turn my back from Otoya-kun…

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka, I caught you!

He hugs me from behind.

Haruka Nanami: Huh? U-um!

I flap my hands in shock.

Otoya Ittoki: What is it? Are you uncomfortable?

Haruka Nanami: No, that's not it, but…

Otoya Ittoki: But… what? Tell me.

Otoya-kun murmurs close enough for his breath to brush against my ear.

Haruka Nanami: We have to… practice… We also don't have much time together…

Otoya Ittoki: And that's exactly why I want to be close to you… We don't see each other often.

Otoya Ittoki: It makes me super happy when I feel your warmth like this.

He's right… Tomorrow, he’s leaving for another one of the principal’s challenges.

The time we have together right now is precious.

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka, are you lonely because I'm away so often?

Haruka Nanami: Yes, I am… but I'll do my best…

Otoya Ittoki: You can relax now that I'm here with you, so just feel me…

He rests his chin on my shoulder from behind.

I can hear his breath now that our cheeks are touching.

My heart starts pounding and my eyes shut involuntarily.

Otoya Ittoki: Hm? Are you nervous? Am I scaring you?

Haruka Nanami: No, that's not it, it's just…

Otoya Ittoki: Could it be that your heart's pounding?

He gently takes hold of my wrist.

Otoya Ittoki: Your heartbeat is so fast… I see, so I was right. How about I make your heart beat even faster?

Haruka Nanami: Huh? W-why even faster…?

He presses his lips onto the back of my neck and sucks.

Haruka Nanami: Uh–ah…!

Otoya Ittoki: … Sorry, does that hurt?

Haruka Nanami: I'm okay, but… what was that just now?

Otoya Ittoki: I'm leaving again tomorrow, so I put a mark on you to prove that you're mine and so no one will lay a finger on you.

Haruka Nanami: Mark…?

Otoya Ittoki: Take a look at my mark with a mirror later whenever you feel lonely.

He taps the part where his lips touched my neck.

Haruka Nanami: Hya!

When his finger touches the soft skin of my neck, a shock runs through my body.

Ba-dump, ba-dump!

Otoya Ittoki: Since I'm hugging you from behind, I can feel your heart pounding even more than before.

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka, I love you. I love you the most in this entire world.

Haruka Nanami: M-me too… I love you, Otoya-kun…

Otoya-kun doesn't let me go for some time, and my heart keeps on racing.

Otoya left early in the morning the following day.

A week has passed since he went to the Himalayas and began battling Bigfoot. I hope he's doing okay…

Tomochika Shibuya: G'morning!

Haruka Nanami: Good morning, Tomo-chan.

Tomochika Shibuya: Hm? Is Otoya still absent? Is the principal still hazing him?

Masato Hijirikawa: It seems so.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I believe that he's fighting a yeti in the Himalayas…

Tomochika Shibuya: A yeti…? Don't you think the principal's crazy "lessons" are getting even more unhinged?

Tomochika Shibuya: Is he going to die at this rate…?

Haruka Nanami: No way! Otoya-kun will surely be okay…

Tomochika Shibuya: Well, if you think he'll be fine, then I'll leave it be. You don't feel lonely?

Haruka Nanami: I do, but… I'll be okay because the two of us share the same song in our hearts.

It's the song that we're making for the graduation audition. It's our one and only song just for us.

I feel like as long as he sings our song, no matter where it is, our hearts are connected.

Tomochika Shibuya: Hmm? I don't really get it, but I see that you two really understand each other.

Haruka Nanami: … Yes.

Masato Hijirikawa: However, I am surprised that he managed to avoid being expelled after causing such an uproar.

Natsuki Shinomiya: I agree! But… I don't believe Saotome-sensei banned romance just for the sake of it…

Natsuki Shinomiya: He must have thought that if it's those two, they'll be okay, don't you think?"

Haruka Nanami: … I think so…

The principal didn't ban romance out of jealousy or anything…

I understand that he set that rule because he decided it was the best for us. I also think that's why Otoya-kun is trying his hardest.

Otoya Ittoki: Good morning!

The classroom door opens and Otoya-kun steps in. He appears to have grown a little stronger over the week he's been gone.

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おはよう。Good morning. (+ 10 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Have you been doing well?

Otoya Ittoki: Haha, I almost froze to death, but I was okay! The locals there saved me.

Haruka Nanami: … Please be more careful.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I will!

え、と・・・おかえり。Um… welcome back. (+ 20 Love, + 0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Ah… um, I-I'm back.

Masato Hijirikawa: You two are acting like newlyweds.

Tomochika Shibuya: Congratulations on your marriage!

Haruka Nanami: N-No, we're not married yet…!

Tomochika Shibuya: Not married yet? Meaning you will be in the future…?

Haruka Nanami: Huh? Ah, I mean, that's…

Otoya Ittoki: In the future? No, we'll get married right away. We love each other, after all!

Haruka Nanami: O-Otoya-kun! You're being so frank…

Otoya Ittoki: That's fine! It's the truth, after all!

Otoya-kun grins gleefully at me and I become speechless.

I'm a little embarrassed, but... I'm happy.

・・・ … (+ 0 Love, + 0 Music)

Tomochika Shibuya: Haruka, why are you spacing out? Your husband's back!

Haruka Nanami: Ah! Uh, um… Uh… Have you been doing well?

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah! Have you?

Haruka Nanami: Um… Yeah. I've been doing well.

Tomochika Shibuya: Haruka, since your husband has finally returned, how about giving him your present?

Otoya Ittoki: Huh…? You have something for me?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, uh, um… Today's Valentine's Day, so…

Haruka Nanami: I didn't know if you were going to return today, so I just prepared it ahead of time…

Haruka Nanami: … I made some for everyone as well, of course.

Otoya Ittoki: Everyone? Does that mean that mine is going to be the same as everyone else's?

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そう・・・かも？Maybe…? (+ 0 Love, + 0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Huh?! Seriously?!

Haruka Nanami: … I'm joking.

Otoya Ittoki: Thank goodness, you got me there!

みんな本命です。I'm giving everyone my heartfelt love. (+ 0 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Everyone is precious to me…

Tomochika Shibuya: … Everyone's precious, she said! Isn't that great, Masayan?

Masato Hijirikawa: Why are you talking to me?

Tomochika Shibuya: Because your reaction was the funniest!

Masato Hijirikawa: … I'm not your toy.

Natsuki Shinomiya: Ahaha!

そんなこと・・・ない・・・です。That's… not it. (+ 20 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I… made special, heartfelt chocolate just for you.

I feel so embarrassed saying that out loud.

Otoya Ittoki: I see… Ah, did you make this yourself?

Haruka Nanami: Ah, yes… I tried making chocolate truffles, but I wonder if chocolate from the store would've been better?

Otoya Ittoki: Wow, I'm getting homemade chocolate?! This must be made with so much love! Thanks, Haruka!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Good morning, everyone! Have a seat! Homeroom's about to begin!

Everyone in the class responds with a "Yes, teacher" and takes a seat.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Let's see, about today's plans, do you remember we had a call for people to visit the Song Station?

Song Station is a famous T.V. show that everyone knows about.

There's high viewership even now. It's one of a few music shows on T.V. and many of the Shining Agency idols star in it.

There were many students who wanted to go visit Song Station, but…

To ease the burden on the staff, the principal decided to limit the number of people who can visit by making it a lottery.

I want to go see it, but the competition seems fierce.

Ringo Tsukimiya: The participants will be able to go visit with me. The students who don't win the lottery will have to do self-study for today!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Now, it's time to announce who'll be going!

Tsukimiya-sensei writes names on the white board.

Otoya Ittoki, then Haruka Nanami.

Otoya Ittoki: … We did it!

Otoya-kun makes a subtle gesture with his eyes.

I nod back.

Male Student A: Teacher, is this really a lottery? This looks really biased…

A classmate raises a voice of dissent. He has a point, this looks too good to be just coincidence.

Ringo Tsukimiya: We did the lottery properly! Shiny put on a blindfold and threw darts at a spinning roulette.

Ringo Tsukimiya: These two were chosen out of COMPLETE coincidence!

… Then this must be on purpose. The principal is the kind of person who would be able to throw darts accurately even with a blindfold on.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Anyway, it's been decided, so stop fussing!

"Alright," the classmates reluctantly reply.

Ahh! I'm so, so sorry!

I'll make sure to take in all that I can during the visit!

Otoya Ittoki: Hmm? So this is what a studio's like!

Ringo Tsukimiya: Since you only see what's captured on camera, this must feel like a completely new experience to you! I felt the same way when I first visited here.

The studio is much larger than what is usually shown on T.V.

I know it's common sense since everything recorded is taken by a camera from the outside, but…

The ceiling is very high overhead like the school gym and many lights are hanging down from it. Everything feels so unfamiliar to me.

Ringo Tsukimiya: Hey, don't look around so much! Please quietly watch in the corner and don't cause any trouble.

Haruka Nanami: … Understood.

I was scolded…

Ahh, but everything feels so strange. So this is how a show is made…

It's often said that the magic is lost once you know what goes on behind the scenes, but to me, the behind the scenes is where the real magic is.

People are doing their best in the shadows and are creating a world of dreams.

I can sense how much manpower it takes to create the dream that is shown to us.

This world that I felt was only an illusion now feels so dear to me.

We walk to the corner. After some time passes, the show finally begins.

The singer takes their position on stage and the cameras start rolling.

It's my lucky day because my beloved HAYATO-sama is starring in today's Song Station.

Otoya Ittoki: … This is amazing…

He whispers under his breath as he listens to HAYATO-sama's song.

At first glance, HAYATO-sama seems like just a happy-go-lucky, child-like idol, but his attention to his singing and performance is extraordinary.

He can perform any kind of role given to him.

He can sing songs of such a high level so easily that an average listener wouldn't be able to tell how difficult it really is.

And to top it all off, he's the perfect idol. And of course, his smile is the best.

Otoya-kun of a few months ago may not have been able to tell…

After entering the academy and studying music for some time, he should be able to tell how amazing HAYATO-sama really is.

Haruka Nanami: This really is… the singing of a professional.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah…

We're aiming to be on this stage. This is the level that we need to be… We have a long way to go…

The recording wraps up for the time being and we go on break. We relax and start chatting a bit.

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すごかったね。That was amazing. (+ 0 Love, + 20 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Professionals are the real deal. I have a long way to go!

Haruka Nanami: We'll become professionals too.

Otoya Ittoki: For sure! We'll have to practice so one day everyone can agree that we're real professionals!

Otoya Ittoki: First, I need to be able to tell what's different between the singing of me compared to a professional. I'll refine what's lacking and level up!

どうだった？ What did you think? (+ 10 Love, + 0 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: What do I think? It was incredible… He really is a professional…

Haruka Nanami: … We're going to become professionals too.

Otoya Ittoki: You're right. Okay! Let's do this!

Haruka Nanami: Yeah!

いつかあのステージに・・・ We'll reach this stage one day…. (+ 20 Love, + 10 Music)

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah… you're right. We'll definitely be on that stage one day!

Haruka Nanami: Yeah!

Otoya Ittoki: Then, I want to make a song that comforts and supports people like "Ai yue ni*"!

*Translates to "Because of love".

Our goal is right in front of us, and it motivates us even more.

Haruka Nanami: … Ah, it looks like the show is about to start.

The opening performance is blowing my mind…

HAYATO-sama is singing a song that I made…

Huh? Huh? HUH?!

Why? How? That's the song that I sent in for Saotome Academy's entrance examination…

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka, that song…

Haruka Nanami: Um, yes. That's… my song.

HAYATO: For variety's sake, I sang a song from one of Saotome Academy's students who is visiting the studio right now!

HAYATO: It's such an AMAZING song! I had such a blast singing it, nya~!

HAYATO: I want everyone to meet the girl who made this song!

HAYATO: Can the girl who made this song come to the stage?

Haruka Nanami: Y-YES!

I reflexively answer HAYATO-sama's request.

HAYATO-sama grins ear to ear, gesturing me to step onto the stage.

Haruka Nanami: Wh-what should I do…

Otoya Ittoki: Go ahead, this is a good chance for you!

Haruka Nanami: Um… Okay.

I fearfully step onto the stage.

HAYATO: Hehe, so you're the one who made this song, right?

Haruka Nanami: Y-yes. My name is Haruka Nanami. I am pleased to make your aquaintance…

Aaah, I don't know what to say…

HAYATO: Hmm? Are you nervous? It's okay, relax and loosen up!

HAYATO-sama pats me on the shoulder.

HAYATO: It's a really good song! Why did you aim to become a composer?

Haruka Nanami: Ah! Um, I've always been a big fan of you, HAYATO-sama, and I wanted you to sing one of my songs someday…

HAYATO: REALLY?! You're one of my fans? I'm so happy, nya~!

HAYATO: Hehe, if you're willing, I would love for you to become my personal composer! Here, shake my hand!

HAYATO-sama grips my hand tightly.

At that moment, cries of delight and shock erupt from the audience.

Ah, the idol of my dreams is shaking my hand.

Wh-wh-wh-wh-wh-what do I do now!

Otoya Ittoki: Stop! Don't touch her! I won't give her to you! She's my…

Otoya-kun suddenly bursts onto the stage and puts his hand on my shoulder.

Director: H-hey! Who's that? Sheesh, camera! Point at the guest and cut out HAYATO!

Director: Make a good transition between the host and the guest! Quickly!

Otoya Ittoki: She's… she's my one and only partner! I won't give her to you!

Huuuuuuuuuuuuh?!

He's saying this on national television…? This can't be… What do we do now…

While I'm still confused, Otoya-kun takes my hand and starts running.

Haruka Nanami: Wha? Uh, um…

Haruka Nanami: Um, uh, I'm so sorry about this! I'm really sorry! I'm so, so sorry! I deeply apologize!

I make the most sincere apology I could muster and step down from the stage.

After leaving the studio, we walk while holding each other's hands.

Haruka Nanami: Ah, um, Otoya-kun?

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なんで・・・？Why…? (+ 10 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: Why did you do that? This is going to become a problem.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I know, but everyone has something they refuse to hand over. In my case, that's you, Haruka.

Haruka Nanami: Me…?

Otoya Ittoki: Yes. I don't want to let you go. You're too precious to me.

Otoya Ittoki: Haruka, you've looked up to HAYATO, right? I was scared that you'd be taken by him. I know that wouldn’t happen, but…

Otoya Ittoki: I couldn't hold in my feelings and ended up taking you back. I wanted to declare to HAYATO that you're mine.

Haruka Nanami: But, what about your dream…? Otoya-kun, you said you wanted to become an idol like the principal.

Haruka Nanami: I want you to put more priority on your dream, not me.

Otoya Ittoki: Yeah, I care about my dream as much as I care about you, but the only way I can become the idol I want to be is to sing the songs I want to sing.

Otoya Ittoki: I need those songs to be written by you. I can't sing songs with love if they aren't yours.

Otoya Ittoki: So if I lose you, I won't be losing just you, but my dream as well. I need both to achieve my dream.

いくらなんでもあれは・・・ That was inappropriate.... (+ 10 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You shouldn't say that on a public broadcast…

Otoya Ittoki: I know, but… I just couldn't take it.

Otoya Ittoki: If I just let things go the way they were, that could've ended up in a magazine article or something. I'm your boyfriend, after all…

Haruka Nanami: But… it doesn't change the fact that it was inexcusable. Otoya-kun, you're going to become an idol so you can't act impulsively…

Otoya Ittoki: Okay, I understand. My head gets it, but my body won't listen.

Otoya Ittoki: I love you so much that before I realize it, I'm on a rampage.

Otoya Ittoki: Besides that, I'm a little happy. I was able to tell the entire world that I'm your one and only partner.

He cracks a smile.

Haruka Nanami: Otoya-kun…

This boy… He really is too reckless.

However, I love all aspects of him. I love him with all my heart.

今からでもあやまった方が・・��You should apologize to them… (+ 5 Love, + 0 Music)

Haruka Nanami: You said that on live television.

Otoya Ittoki: True, but I'm happy that it turned out the way it did.

Otoya Ittoki: Everyone knows that you’re my partner.

He smiles brightly.

Haruka Nanami: Otoya-kun…

This boy… Why is he so confident and positive?

After that incident we were naturally called to the principal's office yet again.

Shining Saotome: Interrupting a live recording… I'm astonished beyond words.

Shining Saotome: Furthermore, that comment about being involved with a woman. You're begging to be misunderstood; it's unheard of for an idol to have a woman's visage hanging over him.

Shining Saotome: Idols are everyone's aspiration…! You have to be their dream.

Otoya Ittoki: But if I manage to graduate and become a big idol, then I'll be able to prove to you that banning romance is pointless, right?

Shining Saotome: What?! Could it be that you did that on purpose…

He said that all on purpose…?

Otoya Ittoki: Since I've announced that I have a partner on live television, now everyone will know that before I debut!

Otoya Ittoki: What if I still manage to get a ton of fans? There wouldn't be a problem if I have a girl that I love, right?

Otoya Ittoki: If that happened, then this school's rule would be pointless.

Shining Saotome: Heh, now you're really bragging! Interesting, prove it. Prove that you've got what it takes.

Shining Saotome: You have half a year. If your debut song hits a million sales in half a year, I'll abolish the rule. However…

Shining Saotome: If you don't win the graduation audition, you have no future. Also…

Shining Saotome: Even if you were to debut, if you don't make a million sales in a year, I'll chase you out of the entertainment industry. Got it?

Otoya Ittoki: You're on!

Otoya-kun grins confidently and punches the air.

Aaaaaah! He raised the bar!

But for some reason, when I see Otoya-kun's smile, I feel like we can do it.

Haruka Nanami: … And Otoya-kun is acting really confident.

I've returned to my room and now I'm talking to Kuppuru.

Kuppuru: Meow…

Kuppuru rubs himself against me with a worried look on his face.

I've been trying to talk about this as cheerfully as I can, but I think Kuppuru was able to feel my anxiety…

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絶対大丈夫だよ。It's going to be okay. (+ 10 Love, + 5 Music)

Your wish will come true as long as you believe. Otoya-kun can make the impossible possible.

It will be okay as long as I believe in Otoya-kun and myself!

As I think that to myself, Kuppuru…

Kuppuru: Meow!

He cheerfully meows back, as if relieved.

We have to produce results to survive. We've got to do this!

なんとかしないね。I've got to do something. (+ 5 Love, + 5 Music) I shouldn't cause Kuppuru trouble.

Haruka Nanami: We'll be okay.

I gently stroke Kuppuru.

すごく心配だけど・・・I'm so worried… (+ 0 Love, + 5 Music)

Haruka Nanami: I have to do something...

I whisper to myself.

The only way to survive is to produce good results!

Mini Game

Ringo Tsukimiya: Haaa, time goes so fast. The entrance ceremony feels like it was just yesterday, but now it's almost graduation…

Ringo Tsukimiya: One year is so short. Everyone has become so friendly with each other, but we all have to part so soon.

Ringo Tsukimiya: But if you enter the Shining Agency, you'll be my coworkers! I want everyone to do their best and get into the agency.

Ringo Tsukimiya: You have to polish your song in order to get a good score for the graduation audition, too!

Ringo Tsukimiya: I'll do my best to give you advice, so let me hear what you've made so far!

Ringo Tsukimiya: So are you ready? Let's begin!

S Rank

Otoya Ittoki: I can't lie about my feelings. I always want to be honest to you and my music!

Haruka Nanami: I feel the same way!

When it comes to sound, I’m always my truest self…

That’s what music is for me.

But sometimes I get so embarrassed when it comes to the boy I love that I sometimes can't be completely honest about them…

I want to be even more honest and open with my heart.

Chapter End

#Repeat #Otoya Ittoki #OtoyaRepeat #UtaPri

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