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ofbatsandballads · 3 months ago

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kindness you can’t afford

jason todd x fem!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: injured character, multiple descriptions of blood + wounds

a/n: so this is the very first jason fic I’ve written since I was twelve, so forgive me while I find my jay’s voice now that I’m not a preteen. anyways I humbly offer thee my wares.

divider credit: cafekitsune

Gotham’s a shithole. You hadn’t known that when you first moved here. To be honest, you’d kind of thrown a dart at a map and gone where it landed. Alright, maybe it wasn’t literally a dart throw, more so finding the cheapest metropolitan city because New York was tempting but it would bankrupt you. Mostly you just wanted a place to not exist. And so Gotham’s relatively low rent rates and towering skylines were the pick with little to no research.

Gotham’s a shithole. You know that beyond a shadow of a doubt now. It’s surprising, honestly, how little of Gotham’s chaos makes it outside the city limits. One would think a psychotic killer clown that’s prone to gassing a whole city district or a half-plant poison lady or a guy going around dressed like a bat would make national news. And yet, no. You’d known superheroes existed, of course. Superman was the shining jewel in the crown of the country that is Metropolis. Everyone knows about the extraordinary Wonder Woman. It’s not like hyper skilled people working for the greater good aren’t a thing. But Gotham plays her cards close to her chest.

You've lived here almost two years now and you’ve managed to make it through relatively unscathed. An impressive feat especially since you live in the Bowery. The Bowery itself isn’t so bad, but its neighboring district Park Row, more often known as Crime Alley, is about the worst Gotham has to offer. You’ve heard your fair share of gunshots and sirens, and you’ll never forget the time that Scarecrow released fear toxin in the district and you had to shove every towel and blanket you owned against the cracks by the doors and windows to keep it out. However, you’ve avoided being mugged or assaulted or anything like that so far. And you’ve never encountered the vigilantes that run the night here.

But there’s always time for new and exciting experiences.

The loud thunk that sounds outside your living room window makes you jump and starts your heart pounding. You know you should just ignore it. Crawl off the couch and to the bedroom, lock the door. The lights in the apartment are already off, only the television light illuminating the room, so it would be easy to creep unseen. But you can’t. Something pulls you to the window. Maybe it’s the cat killing curiosity, or maybe it’s your own little voice of self destruction, or maybe it’s something else entirely. All you know is that you have to go look.

So you do. And there, out cold on the fire escape, is a man. A very large man. A very large man in a red helmet. A very large man in a red helmet with dual pistols holstered to his thighs. Red Hood. Red Hood is passed out face up on your fire escape. Huh.

You’d heard of him. It was hard not to. The Bat had the most notoriety by far, but it was Red Hood that truly scared the criminals of Gotham. Batman might break your bones, cripple you even, but you’d leave with your life. No such guarantee existed if you crossed Red Hood. Hurt a few innocent people and you might end up with a bullet or three in your skull. Then there was that thing about heads in a duffel bag and Red Hood running crime for a solid year in Gotham, but he’s better now, apparently. None of this is deterring you from unlocking the window, pushing it up, and stepping out into the cold winter air. Not when you see the blood seeping through his body armor start to drip off the fire escape grate.

He needs help and he can’t stay unconscious in the middle of the city. If whoever injured him didn’t find him, the cops would. He’s just as wanted as the actual rogues of Gotham. You think it’s bullshit, which is why you’re trying to find a way to get him inside the safety of your apartment. He’s huge up close. This is going to be very, very difficult. Your mind flashes suddenly to one of your favorite childhood movies and how the princess pulled the dashing rogue around with her hair. You glance down at the street before heading to your bedroom.

You come back out with sheets bundled up in your arms. You’re not even sure if this harebrained idea will work, but you weave the sheets through the gaps in the grates and around Red Hood’s waist nonetheless. You secure a knot and go back into your apartment with the length of the sheets. Your legs are stronger than your arms, so you brace them against the wall and pull. You can feel his body slowly dragging towards you and you pause to check your progress. He’s slumped against the window now. Good. You loop your arms under his, place your feet back against the wall, and pull hard. Your hard work is rewarded with his body breaching the threshold of your window and landing directly on top of you. The air is knocked clean out of your lungs. He is heavy.

It’s a struggle but you manage to roll out from under him and immediately see the massive red stain contrasting against the white of your fluffy pajama pants. A small puddle of blood is emerging on your floor under his left thigh, and droplets of blood have splattered next to his torso. He’s not in great shape. It suddenly hits you what you’ve done. You dragged an injured vigilante, known for shooting first and asking questions later, into your apartment with no plan on what to do after the fact.

What the fuck did I do?

That’s all you can think as you look down at him. Then something snaps into place inside your rattled mind and you run to your bathroom to grab your first aid kit. You’d bought it and learned the basics after Wayne Enterprises ran televised infomercials about the importance of first aid a couple months back. You’re carefully balancing all the supplies in your arms as you head back out to the living room.

The empty living room. No vigilante in sight. Then your world spins. Everything clatters to the floor as you’re yanked backwards by your waist, pinned to something solid and unable to move.

“Who are you?” A growl sounds behind you, modulated to sound semi-mechanical.

Ah. There he is. You think you should be panicking, absolutely losing your shit even. But your brain is moving in slow motion.

“Someone trying to help you,” you breathe out.

“Doesn’t answer the question.”

The grip around your waist tightens. You want to laugh. As if you could’ve made a run for it in the first place. You tell him your name, and explain that you live alone. There’s no one else here but the two of you and you really do want to help.

“You were passed out on my fire escape. I couldn’t just leave you out there,” you explain cautiously.

The two of you stay like that for a minute longer. Then, a mechanical sigh sounds from behind you and the vice grip on your waist goes slack. You turn to him and see that he’s already halfway to your window.

“Hey! Wait! I can help!” you shout, scrambling after him.

“Don’t need it,” he snaps.

“You were bleeding out on my floor!” you exclaim.

You don’t know why you feel so strongly about this. Maybe because he seemed so…mortal. It’s easy to forget that these guys running around at night are people. They’re strong, tough, and capable, but they’re still human. The fact that he stumbles and has to catch himself on the window frame proves your point.

“Please. I promise I won’t take long. Please just let me help,” you beg.

He turns around and even through that unreadable helmet you can tell he’s sizing you up. You’re sure you must be a sight in your fuzzy white cat pajama pants, old Snoopy t-shirt, and fluffy white socks. Honestly, it’s a bit of a ridiculous tableau. Massive armed man in tactical gear opposite a woman in fluffy pajamas, both bloodstained. But either you seem harmless enough or he’s in exceptionally bad shape, because he just slumps against your wall and gives a barely noticeable nod of his head.

You go into autopilot the second you get his consent. A dining room chair is dragged to the center of your living room and Red Hood drops himself into it, the old wood creaking under the force. You go to assess the damage on his torso first. Light slashes litter his waist, none of them are deep enough for stitches. You grab the rubbing alcohol and cotton balls from the floor where you kneel before warning him that it might sting.

“I got slashed. Think that might’ve hurt a bit more,” he deadpans.

“Yeah, that’s fair.”

The torso slashes are light work. It takes all of five minutes to disinfect them and seal them shut with bandages. It’s his thigh that you’re a little more concerned about. There’s enough blood that it’s soaked his tactical pants around where you’re guessing the wound is. You can vaguely make out what appears to be cut fabric, so you’re assuming he was stabbed.

“How deep did the knife go?” you ask.

“Hm. ‘Bout two inches?” he offers.

“Why’d you take it out?” you ask incredulously. Anyone with half a brain knew not to take a knife out of a stab wound.

“No idea. Should’ve just gone runnin’ around the city with a knife wedged in my leg.”

The mask’s modulator does nothing to hide the teasing edge to his voice. Of everything you’d heard about Red Hood, you’d never heard he was such a smartass.

“You know how to do stitches?” he asks.

Great. So he saw the deer-in-headlights look you had while thinking about how to fix his stab wound.

“If you count mending clothing then, uh, sure,” you reply.

The white slits of the helmet stare hard at you before a warped chuckle comes from under it.

“Well, close enough.”

Oh, so he liked to gamble with his health then. Okay. Sure. Great. You could totally do this. Untrained, unlicensed, unsupervised you. You have to stop your hands from shaking as you thread the curved needle. You have to stop yourself from vomiting with anxiety as you push the needle through his skin. He hisses and you immediately feel bad. He’d handled the alcohol without flinching, but the stitches were a different story. You whisper sorry’s with every puncture of his skin you make. Soon enough, his leg is closed up and the whole thing is said and done.

“Okay, should be good to go,” you start, “Well, not good per se, but functional to go.”

A hum and a quick nod of his head are the only response you get before he’s back on his feet. He’s about to climb out your window for the second time tonight when you call out to him again. He turns around and you’d swear he almost seems exasperated.

“Take these with you. You’ll probably need them,” you say as you toss him a water bottle and a small carton of orange juice.

He snatches them easily from the air. But then he just stands there and stares at the drinks in his hands. You think you may have somehow offended him and go to apologize when he speaks.

“Thanks,” he says, mechanical voice catching on the word.

And then he’s gone. Out your window and off into the night. Once you shut and lock the window you feel exhaustion hit you like a freight train. All the adrenaline drains from you and it takes whatever energy you have left to collapse on to your bed and drift off to sleep.

You’ll never know it, but the Red Hood spends the last fifteen minutes of his patrol sipping his orange juice and dutifully watching your apartment window.

You’ll never know it, but Jason Todd lingers across the street to make sure you get home from the grocery store safely, and he scoffs as he sees you feed and pet a stray dog. It’s silly, he thinks.

Don’t you know that now you’ve shown it some kindness, it’ll just keep coming back?

#jason todd #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x reader #red hood x you #remy writes 🖋️

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xzaddyzanakinx · 1 year ago

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Not That Kind of Guy

Part One: Stalker!Anakin Skywalker x femme reader series

Warnings: stalking, weirdo behavior, psychotic/delusional behavior, possessive/protective, sexism/misogyny, one-sided relationship [eventual warning for smut; be sure to pay attention to future warnings in the series]

Info: Anakin loves you so much it hurts, he just really wants to make sure your silly little girl brain doesn’t get in the way of your safety, you have a cat, Anakin is a bartender [diary entries from Ani’s perspective] MDNI 18+

Diary Entry: May 2nd

The Cerulean was filled with loud music, flashing lights, and the stench of sweaty guys and spilt beer. Over-kill perfume on the girls who so desperately wanted my attention, writing their numbers on their drink coasters after finishing their stupid little cocktail. The occasional ‘break it up guys, c’mon’ yelled out at a pair of ‘roided up college boys. Peanut shells stuck to my sneakers at the end of the night, going home and washing off the stickiness from working behind the bar.

All things I was used to.

But you… not you. Every time I caught a glimpse of you tonight it was like the first time all over again.

Pink, skirt, sneakers, crop top. Such a cute little outfit; it made you easy to spot, easy to track, easy to watch over.

I have your drink order memorized. I so hoped you’d come back for another so I could hear your voice, to see your pretty little lips move just for me again. But you didn’t. Because you’re a smart girl. You knew that without a man around to look out for you, you’d be pretty hopeless if you got too tipsy. It only made me want to protect you more. You’re too soft, too sweet, too innocent to worry about the big nasty world around you.

That’s my job now.

I’ll always keep you safe, but I also want to keep you happy. You deserve the world and more, and I’ll give it to you.

I’d destroy the earth to build it up again in your design. I’d live for you, serve you, die for you, at any moment you might ask. Just say the word and I will. I promise I will.

Note: Motion sensors

Date:

May 23rd

Anakin walked a safe distance behind you, his hands in his hoodie pocket, his hood up and head down. It was dark out, the only light was from the street lamps.

Sometimes when he walked you home he just wanted to run up and grab you by the shoulders and shake you; ask you to please for once just pay attention to your surroundings.

You walked around with your headphones in, ignoring everything and everyone. Yeah it was a straight shot to your apartment from the bar. Only having to cross the road once during the mile long journey down the sidewalk. But a mile was a good stretch of space and there were plenty of people who passed you. A handful of creepy, unlit alleyways you could be dragged into.

You were practically asking for it.

He just had to remind himself that this was just another reason you were so lucky to have him. He’d watch over you, so you didn’t have to worry your pretty little head about nothin’.

Anakin stood by the corner store dumpster and watched as you trotted up the steps and tapped the door code into the keypad of your apartment building. After the door shut behind you and he saw the keypad flash red, he knew you were safely locked inside.

It took approximately one minute and 14 seconds for you to jog up the steps to your door, depending on how tired you were he could add a few seconds and not worry. But anything over 20 seconds had him sweating in a panic.

Tonight though you were right on time, his phone pinged with an alert that your door had been opened, and successfully shut behind you. Now he could breathe a sigh of relief and make his way back to work.

His boss was kind enough to never question why he skipped out for about 20 minutes a night or two a week. Anakin smoked, it wasn’t unlikely to assume he just got a little distracted scrolling on his phone during his smoke break or maybe just needed a few minutes of peace.

Now all he had to do was suffer through three more hours of monotonous work and try not get a head start on his hearing loss from the shitty music.

Then he could go home to you.

The cloak of stress he wore when you were out of sight vanished quickly when he perched on the fire escape and peered into your living room. Poor thing. You’d fallen asleep on the couch again.

Not that he minded. It made his night that much better when he could sit closer to you. It was a pain to climb the ladder of the building next door and sit on the rooftop so he could see into your bedroom window. Very inconvenient, but worth it everytime.

He sat quietly, observing you and the way your lips twitched while you slept, as though you were having a conversation with someone in your dreams. Probably him, he thought.

“Oh, your blanket… you’re gonna be cold if you keep squirming around like that, your blanket is gonna end up in the floor.”

His fingers itched to pry open the window and tuck you back in, but he didn’t. He promised himself he wouldn’t do that. No breaking and entering.

He decided it was time to head back to his own home after that, he couldn’t stay much longer without: a) falling asleep b) forcing his way into your apartment for the sake of keeping you warm.

So he trekked to the sidewalk, wiping off the rust stains on his palms from the old metal fire escape. Shoving his hands back into his hoodie pocket after blowing you a goodnight kiss.

Diary Entry: June 6th

You owe me big time young lady.

You left your door unlocked and your window cracked open. It is 3:00am, what if someone snuck in? Then what would I do?

Die probably. I’d probably die if something happened to you.

Therefore, I bit the bullet and helped you out. I’m lucky you’re a heavy sleeper and I’m not easy to startle or else we both would’ve had a big scare tonight.

I cracked open your window, slipped in quietly, lowered it behind me, locked it. Double checked it and then triple checked it just in case.

When I turned around- christ that fucking cat. I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes. Guard dog? Who needs a guard dog when you’ve got that monster running around?

A quick blur of orange and a loud *reeeareow* was the only warning before it- sorry, Boogie, climbed up my leg with her little pitchfork claws. I handled it well, you’d be proud. I picked her up by the scruff and gave her a light bop on the noggin’ just like you do when she’s in trouble; except I didn’t kiss it better afterwards, I think she would’ve eaten me if I tried that.

Any-who, I carried her with me to the kitchen and got her a little treat from the cutesy kitten jar on the countertop. Then she decided we could be friends or well… maybe or maybe not I don’t really know, I guess we’ll see.

I plucked your spare key from the top of the fridge and quietly left your apartment. I locked the door and checked it several times, just in case.

As I walked down the steps I saw that the super was kind enough to leave a reminder that the keypad code had been changed, how nice of him! You are awfully forgetful sometimes. No worries princess I took a picture for safe keeping.

I need to change the batteries on or door sensors soon anyway, those little button batteries don’t last very long you know.

It was only when I got home that I realized I still had your spare key… tsk tsk Anakin. Ah well, that just means it won’t fall into the hands of someone it shouldn’t. I’ll keep it safe.

I love you 🖤

Diary Entry: June 7th

You know, come to think of it. Now that I have a key I should get a few new items for your apartment, that way I can keep an eye on things for you while you’re away.

Note: Hd1080p microcam x4

There will be a bot to go along with this series! This is really short compared to my usual posts: I just wanted to give all my little lovelies a snippet of what’s to come.

Part Two

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angiethewitch · 1 month ago

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things I did thinking I was being spiritual but it was actually a severe psychotic episode

to preface i am a pagan but let's be honest here this was straight up a mental health crisis

okay let's go

convinced myself there was a very angry poltergeist in my loft after I found out there was an old bed frame up there and it needed my help to move on but instead I threw salt up there and refused to let anyone walk underneath the loft opening

decided I had mastered the art of astral projection and I was travelling to astral planes and I could fly around the world while I was actually just lying there vividly hallucinating

straight up told people that my spiritual guides were gonna kill them like how did I expect them to do anything but laugh in my face

blood magic. like really dangerous stuff. thought I could bring my dead mother back to life by exchanging my life force for her own. hello?

vividly hallucinated my dead mother talking to me and fully believed she was a trapped spirit but nobody else could hear her and it was up to me to save her. all through her funeral she talked to me, she spoke to me for months. took me nearly a year to start dealing with her death and actually begin the grieving process

decided my husband was cursed and made him stand in the kitchen while I walked in a circle around him boiling herbs. poor bloke has dealt with so much

became convinced if I could just cast the right glamour spell at the right time I could breathe underwater and tested this out in the ocean like a very normal and sane individual

thought the wind was actually terrible forces speaking to me and delivering messages just for me so I became terrified of wind because I would have to sit outside and decipher the words that were clearly just for me

sewed a load of crystals onto a t shirt to protect myself from bad energies and called myself "the high priestess" and got very upset when people couldn't understand my power

understood that my cat was not actually a cat and was in fact the spirit of a 2500 year old druid priest sent to guide me in the form of a cat. Still called him Jinx though

started a journal where I detailed all the signs that the end of the world was coming

Read online that the colour red means angry so I desperately avoided the colour red because that meant the world was angry with me

tried to summon satan to terrorise my neighbour who was mean to me and fully believed it would work

decided I was immortal and imbued with the powers of ancient gods which led to some very risky and dangerous situations which I will obviously not detail here

there are many more examples but these are the most ridiculous ones

if you followed me for the witchcraft posts, im sorry. ive had to take a step back from it all for the sake of my own mental wellbeing. spirituality is a huge trigger for me. I tried practicing in moderation, I tried practicing just a little, but it is too much now. I had to unfollow a lot of witchcraft blogs because 1) they all seemed to collectively devolve into conspiracy theories and 2) i had to remove myself from the online witchcraft space. if you were wondering why I don't post about witchcraft anymore, this is why. I barely practice anymore, and when I do, I keep it private so im not encouraged by online validation.

please practice safely. always consider the mundane explanations first.

#angie talks #witchcraft #witchblr #unreality #unreality tw #schizophrenia #hallucinations tw #delusions tw

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turntechgaykid · 5 days ago

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Miraculous Ladybug Redesign/Rewrite!!!

In this Rewrite all the characters are aged up to 17 and are in highschool

Story:

It starts with Chaos who is everything, Chaos saw the many worlds it had and was bored and decided to make the Spirits (First Immortality and Death then Evolution and Power then Desire and Resilience then Transformation and Stability and finally Intelligence and Haste) and set them free on the worlds but when Chaos realized they were to powerful it locked them away in the Miraculous’ for the use of their other creation the Humans

For centuries people fought over the Miraculous’ in secret but one day the current Guardian of the Miraculous (Master Fu) gives away the Miraculous of Transformation to his lover but she betrays him and gives it to a man she had fallen in love with running away with him, Master Fu never finds out who has the Miraculous.

Episode 1:

Years later there is a string of attacks with each perpetrator labeling it a psychotic episode or crimes of passion but Master Fu recognizes the magical traces left on them and quickly comes to the conclusion that someone is wielding the Miraculous he lost and so he sets out to try and find it.

Master fu decides the best way to handle the akumatized people while he searches for the lost Miraculous is to recruit other Miraculous holders so he speaks to the spirits of the Miraculous’ and let's them lead him to who they choose to be their wielders and is very upset when he sees the Miraculous Spirits have chosen two teens. He argues with them for days but eventually the Spirits tell him they won't choose anyone else, Master fu caves and sends the Miraculous’ to the kids.

When Marinette receives her Miraculous it's something she trips over on her way to school she picks up the small black and red box with some other things she's dropped not noticing it, the whole day she thinks she hears whispering but later after school when she's getting her homework out she sees the box. She opens it to find a pair of earrings but suddenly they glow and out comes the Spirit Evh.

Marinette is stunned into silence and thinks she's gone crazy but Evh explains to her everything that's happening (which gives us the exposition in the first episode as to what the Spirits are and their roles in the world).

Meanwhile Adrian is at his home during a Mandarin lesson when Natalie brings him his mail with the little black and red box, when he begins to hear some whispers, brushing it off Adrian is excused from his lesson and opens the mail in his room thinking it's fan mail. He tries on the ring but sees no corresponding mail then it glows and the Spirit Sire appears, at first Adrian thinks it's some sort of hologram but Sire quickly explains what it is. Adrian thinks it's the coolest thing ever and begins taking notes on everything Sire has to tell him.

Then suddenly there's an emergency broadcast telling how someone is attacking pedestrians an Adrian excitedly asks Sire if he can transform now Sire says yes and Adrian turns into Cat Noir for the first time while Marinette is panicking as Evh urges her to transform and help. Eventually both teens end up at the scene.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #miraculous lb #miraculous au #miraculous redesign #miraculous rewrite #rewrite #redesign #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #miraculous tikki #miraculous plagg #Caln's Miraculous Redesign

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ohbabydollie · 11 months ago

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dollie i know you said no more schlatt but you're my fav schlatt writer and the only person i'd trust with this idea🫣

cheesy christmas cards/photoshoots with schlatt and the cats, with the tacky costumes and everything, the cliche poses, just funny cringe stuff. it becomes sort of an inside joke, and a yearly tradition, and it continues even after you guys have kids, putting them in the silly matching costumes

that is all, living for your ted era, because i'm obsessed with him too

-all my love, 🌠

*sigh* even when i came close to quitting he still haunts me /j

schlatt has everything planned out, from the theme of the christmas card to the outfits. schlatt hires a professional photographer to take the photos of you and the cats.

he spends a good two hours getting the tiny custom made sweaters onto jambo and [redacted] and trying to get them to keep it on for the photo. tiny cat santa hats, he goes all the way for these photos.

he even makes you do your hair in a 80’s poofy, curly, over sprayed style with the ugliest sweater you have ever laid your eyes on to match. schlatt is dressed to match you and is stoked to take the photos.

he wears his glasses and sits in a chair so you can put your hands on his shoulder and lean on him in that christmas card pose. he holds the cats as they start to try and take off their sweaters and he makes sure to pick out the worst possible photo out of all of them.

one where you’re not looking at the camera as [redacted] starts to hiss, jambo is getting ready to jump off his lap and schlatt is giving the biggest, psychotic smile known to man to the camera as the chaos starts around him.

he loves that picture and reposts it every single Christmas alongside the other pictures that show the chaos unfolding.

with kids it only gets better (or worse depending on how you see it), he picks the theme based on the classics from how the grinch stole christmas to a christmas story. they’re often the worst and best photos people have ever seen.

from your baby’s first christmas, schlatt dressed as the grinch, you as martha may and your poor little cindy lou who sobbing her eyes out as her dad holds her on her lap

all the way to their teenage years, your oldest dressed in ralph’s bunny onesie, youngest in a thick red coat with a scarf barely letting them peak through to look at the camera, you holding a turkey about to fall out of the tray and you husband holding that damn leg lamp.

he loves looking back on the photos from your first christmas together to the most recent, he puts them up as soon as thanksgiving is over and doesn’t take them down until after new years. he absolutely loves the stupid photos no matter how cringey they may look, he always finds a way to make them worse every year and sends them out to his friends just in time for the beginning of the christmas season

#schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt x y/n #schlatt x y/n #schlatt x you #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff #🌠 anon

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awkward-walking-potato · 6 months ago

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Hi, I saw you were taking requests for Deadpool and I thought it be super funny if he met a reader who could keep up with him (weird inappropriate comments/ humor/ pop culture references) minus the 4th wall breaks ofc.

If this isn't up your alley feel free to ignore this, ty 🖤

Killing Me Softly

I hope you enjoy ☺️

The warehouse was dark, damp, and perfect for an old-school showdown. Deadpool swaggered in, humming the theme from Mission: Impossible, pistols twirling in his hands like a kid who found his mom's nunchucks and figured out that laundry day was a myth. He scanned the shadows for his target, the very high-profile CEO of a very high-profile company that no one cared about. His orders were clear: terminate with extreme prejudice. Or, at the very least, with a strong dislike.

But instead of the balding businessman cowering behind a crate, he found something else. Or rather, someone else.

“Hey there, Red,” a voice purred from behind a stack of crates. A woman stepped out, dressed in sleek black leather, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Her outfit screamed "I'm here to kick ass," but the smirk on her lips whispered "and maybe take names if I feel like it."

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t Catwoman’s cooler cousin,” Deadpool quipped, cocking his head to the side. “Let me guess: you’re here to pick up my leftovers? Sorry, but I don’t share my Happy Meals, even if they come with a toy.”

She laughed, a sound that danced between sultry and psychotic. “Sorry, Red, but I’ve got dibs on the target tonight. And if you don’t step aside, I might have to take you out instead.”

Deadpool’s mask crinkled as he grinned beneath it. “Oh, I’m shaking in my combat boots. Really. You sure you can handle this much Deadpool? I’m like Taco Bell at 2 a.m.—a lot to digest and with a real kick on the way out.”

She twirled a knife between her fingers, eyes narrowing. “I’ve handled worse. Besides, aren’t you a little old for the whole ‘merc with a mouth’ shtick? I thought the red was just to hide the gray hairs.”

“Ouch, right in the ego!” Deadpool clutched his chest dramatically, stumbling back a step. “But baby, this mouth is still as fresh as morning breath after a night of garlic bread and Netflix. And this face? Well, it’s why I wear the mask. Wouldn’t want you falling for me too hard before we even have our first death match.”

She raised an eyebrow. “First? Honey, I’m aiming to make it our last. Unless you’re into that whole ‘till death do us part’ thing. You strike me as the clingy type.”

Deadpool shrugged, the hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “Only when it comes to chimichangas and Hugh Jackman’s biceps. But let’s get one thing straight—I’m not the guy who buys flowers after the first fight. I’m the guy who leaves you a ‘sorry I tried to kill you’ card. Hallmark doesn’t make those, but they should.”

She rolled her eyes, finally lunging forward with the grace of a panther. Deadpool sidestepped her attack, spinning around to face her as she whipped a leg toward his head. He ducked, blocking her next punch with his forearm.

“Nice moves. Did you learn those in a ballet class, or are you just naturally graceful?” he teased, grabbing her wrist and twisting it just enough to throw her off balance.

She flipped over his arm, landing on her feet like a cat. “Funny, I was just about to ask if you got your fighting style from an old Jackie Chan movie, or if you’re just winging it.”

“Why choose?” Deadpool replied, spinning on his heel to deliver a roundhouse kick. She blocked it, the impact reverberating up his leg, but she didn’t flinch.

Their dance continued, the sound of their clashes filling the warehouse. Each strike was met with a quip, each dodge with a flirtatious grin. It was like foreplay with more bruises and less wine.

“Hey, how about we call a truce?” Deadpool suggested as he caught her wrist again, their faces inches apart. “You, me, a bottle of tequila, and some nachos? We can watch Die Hard and argue about whether it’s a Christmas movie. Spoiler: it totally is.”

She smirked, twisting out of his grip and pressing a knife to his throat. “Tempting, but I think I’ll take my chances finishing you off first. Though I do have to admit, you’ve got a way with words. Ever consider a career in romance novels?”

Deadpool froze, then slowly raised his hands in surrender. “Well, this took a turn. But, since I’m a gentleman and all, I should warn you—if you’re gonna slice my throat, be prepared for a lot of red. And not the romantic kind. More like ‘OMG, what did we do to the rug’ kind.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against his cheek. “Noted. But how about we skip the throat slitting and go straight to dessert? I’m more of a ‘death by chocolate’ kind of girl.”

Deadpool blinked. “Are you… are you flirting with me? Because I gotta say, it’s working. But I’m contractually obligated to kill your boss, so…”

“Contractually obligated to kick your ass,” she countered, though the knife hadn’t moved an inch.

“Touché.” He slowly lowered his hands, his fingers brushing against her wrist, almost gently. “Tell you what, you let me finish my job, I’ll give you a head start on your next gig. Maybe even throw in some pointers—how to out-Deadpool the Deadpool. Could be fun.”

She tilted her head, considering it. “And here I thought you weren’t the sharing type.”

“I’m a man of mystery. Keeps things spicy. Besides,” he added, winking under his mask, “I wouldn’t mind having a nemesis who can keep up with my banter. Makes the whole killing-each-other thing way more interesting.”

She chuckled, finally lowering the knife. “Deal. But don’t expect me to go easy on you next time, Red.”

Deadpool stepped back, giving her a mock bow. “Wouldn’t dream of it, darling. Until we meet again—same time, different corpse?”

She sheathed her knife and backed away, her gaze lingering on him for a moment longer than necessary. “Looking forward to it. Don’t miss me too much, Deadpool.”

As she disappeared into the shadows, Deadpool couldn’t help but grin to himself. “Oh, I definitely won’t. But I might just send a postcard.”

He turned toward his original target, whistling as he went. “Now, where were we? Ah, right. Extreme prejudice…”

The end. (Or is it?)

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striderl · 4 months ago

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sorry if this was already answered/asked before, but was Foley always the way he is?

Like, did something happen to make him like that or was he just a psycho scientist on his own accord?

Foley’s life was a constant rollercoaster, the wild highs and lows that never seemed to settle.

When he was fresh off the assembly line as SM-1666, there was nothing particularly extraordinary about him. With an appearance like any other speakermen, he blended in the crowd relatively easily. However, the researchers quickly noticed something disturbing about him: he had an abnormal affinity for sharp objects. Unlike other speakermen, who were known for their vibrant personality and a tight-knit community, Foley was quieter, and more withdrawn, sometimes observing people from the sidelines with an intensity that creeped them out. Not to mention that once he mastered the art of handling combat knives, his obsession transitioned to dissection, starting with little insects and animals.

Things took a disturbing turn when Foley was discovered dissecting a researcher’s pet cat. This incident propelled the researchers to conduct a thorough psychological assessment on him, the results were unsettling. Beneath his unassuming exterior, Foley was profoundly instable. He was incapable of processing basic emotions like empathy, while his morbid fixation on understanding the anatomy of living creatures was a huge red flag.

As his oddities became more apparent with time, the rest of the speakermen began to distance themselves. His abnormal behavior alienated him, and researchers grew wary of deploying him on missions, fearing the grave consequences of allowing him to run free. Foley was left neglected, practically abandoned, until an underground bar owner struck a shady deal with the researchers, contracting to take him off their hands.

For the next two decades, Foley remained under the bar owner’s control, with a bomb strapped to his core to ensure his compliance. Isolated from society and subjected to a hostile environment, Foley’s violent tendencies only grew. He developed a habit of lashing out at anyone who crossed his path, and his obsession with collecting eyeballs, coupled with a strong aversion to physical contact, intensified during this time.

When he eventually returned to the speakerman faction for the war, many were shocked to see him alive. Most had assumed he had deactivated when he vanished without a trace years before. Despite the time had passed since his return, nothing changed — people still avoided him, interacting only when absolutely necessary. The once-quiet SM-1666 had grown into a twisted sadist, more lethal and unhinged than ever.

Then, Chief came into the picture. Foley became attached to him because of his positivity and willingness to accept his eccentricity, the first true friend he ever had. Chief became the only person which Foley confided in until his untimely end, which leading to Foley completely losing it. At his lowest, Gaffer stepped in, offering him comfort and solace. With Gaffer’s help, he gradually recovered from the lost.

But, once a mad man, always a mad man. Though Foley may have regained some stability from his time with Gaffer, his psychotic impulses were still there.

Here are some references to previous posts that focused on Foley's past.

https://www.tumblr.com/striderl/760204823430889472/its-all-fun-and-games-until?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/striderl/745146295653744640/this-is-an-odd-ask-but-is-there-anything-that-can?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/striderl/746980737274773504/would-foley-appreciate-being-gifted-some-skibidi?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/striderl/748790768487088128/i-always-wanted-to-ask-this-but-i-wasnt-sure-just?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/striderl/736812817665163264/may-i-ask-who-is-chief-because-i-saw-an-old-post?source=share

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thevanillerose · 4 months ago

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Maybe a man like that couldn't be trusted. But in a place like Hueco Mundo...and while you were still a prisoner...you wanted any kind of goodness you could get.

Anyone could be forgiven for thinking that the 6 foot menace was nothing but a monster. Not only was his figure intimidating, he simply didn't seem to care too much for anyone.

He was sadistic, psychotic and rude. Pity you had to be in a cell where this guy was hanging around, right?

But...no...you definitely saw something else in him that kind of made him likable. It was strange, though you could believe that it might just be superficial. He was handsome and that certainly carried its own brand of aesthetic appeal. Beyond that though...every time he walked past the bars that you were trapped behind, you were allured by him. He stood out like azure among the others.

Being here was scary, but whenever you caught a glimpse of the man with a half mask on his face, you felt a little more relaxed. It was like a breath of fresh air.

Things got infinitely more interesting when he started stopping by to talk to you. He had been noticing your staring more and more, and eventually he confronted you one day, walking right up to the iron black bars and gripping them so hard and so abruptly that they vibrated.

“HEY!”

His shout startled you out of sleep in the simple bed you had been given. You jolted up from the mattress, and upon seeing him standing there, hurriedly fixed your bed head while simultaneously making your way over. “S-sorry sir, I was asleep.”

His cat-like eyes narrowed from his side of the bars. As soon as you came close enough his slightly tan hand reached through and snatched your plain white prisoner collar, yanking you forward to where you thudded against the metal, and he could lean in nose to nose.

There was a big, malevolent grin on his face while he talked to you. “I see you looking at me every time I walk through here. What the fuck is up with that, huh? You tell me.”

Was it strange that your heart wasn't beating entirely out of fear right now? Being held so close to him like this...even if some obstacles were in the way, even if the context was twisted, it still... ...It still made you a little flustered.

He must have noticed too. The crimson blush growing on your cheeks. “What the fuck are you reacting like that for!?” “I--!” you struggled to explain it, because even you didn't entirely know. “I just...I thought you looked interesting...” “...Interesting?”

“-And your hair, it's blue, like um...” This was going to sound dumb. “Like...like bubblegum.”

“Pssht-!” Grimmjow scoffed and laughed in your face, before pulling just a little tighter on your shirt. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath when he spoke, lightly dusting over your already red cheeks. “...Do you have a crush on me or something?”

Now...that did give you reason to pause. Did you? A crush...on Grimmjow of all people...a man whose name you only knew because of passing conversations...who you were now talking to for the very first time.

Could that be the case? Really?

...It actually seemed likely, as crazy as it was to consider.

“...I...might...” you admitted, to which his eyes widened. For once he dropped his cocky smile, but it was only a hot minute before it was back again in full force. He looked kind of delighted, in a sickening way. “Oh that's cute...the prisoner has a little crush on me. So what, do you think you're gonna be let go just because of that? Are you gonna try and soften me up or something?”

That had never been your endgame, nor had you imagined it would happen either. It was impractical to even consider, to be quite honest. There was no way you were going to be allowed to leave. You were stuck in this cage indefinitely, and who knew what would ultimately happen to you?

But...perhaps the fact that you were essentially doomed gave you the confidence boost to just come out and say these things that would usually be kept quiet.

“I just think you're...cool...and handsome...even if I don't really know who you are. I've only seen you walking past here quite often...”

Grimmjow was trying not to show it, but he was actually a little startled. Were you out of your mind? Or were you being legit right now?

“...You must be nuts. I could kill you on the spot if I wanted to...”

His hand suddenly swapped holding your collar for your neck instead, nails digging in sharply, his grip completely encapsulating your gullet. Your own hands shakily raised to touch his wrist. He felt so much larger than you, so much more dominant.

“The only thing stopping me from doing that is the fact that we need you right now. But if you weren't necessary to keep around...” Grimmjow lowered his voice to a menacing whisper, “-You can't even begin to imagine what I'd do to you.”

His hand loosened, and you fell limply to the floor, collapsing on your knees. With another cocky scoff, he simply turned away from you and walked down the hallway again, leaving you there...

…

Yet that wasn't the last time he visited you. Far from it.

In fact, he started to come by more and more often. Grimmjow would walk up to the other side of the bars and talk to you, often as roughly as expected, and sometimes he would treat you that way too. On more than one occasion he threatened to come inside and rough you up because you kept insisting your feelings were true, but it was a long time before the incident when he actually did it.

This blue haired boy was ruthless, and so at first you wondered if he might be here to kill you. If that was so, then perhaps it was merciful. Better to lay eyes on the one you liked most one more time before the end. You'd rather die by his hand than anyone else's here.

But...Grimmjow wasn't here for that.

It was weird. You were so annoying, always gazing up at him with those big eyes and coming out with the sappiest shit. He could be strangling you near to death and you still seemed to be enamored with him. Why? He had no idea.

However...he started to find himself becoming the same way with you. His touches eased up and became gentler. His language was still crude but he didn't speak so harshly to you anymore. He started to ask more and more questions about who you were and what kind of life you'd had before, even if he would always shrug it off at the end and pretend like he never cared to know the answer.

So he wasn't here to kill you. Instead, he advanced towards you, with another idea in mind. He wanted to see how you would react when he did this.

“...You say you're in love with me, right?” Pausing as you processed his question, you then clasped your hands before yourself and nodded sheepishly. “Mm.” “Heh.” Grimmjow reached you. Looking back up at him, you could see he was grinning ear to ear. Nothing new there. “I think you must be more of a psycho than me.”

“What do y--”

He cut you off, or more specifically, his lips did. The kiss was sudden and firm, and his large hand curled around the back of your neck to make sure you wouldn't break away from it. Not that you were going to anyway. His kiss was cold...but you liked it.

Your hand reached up and touched that hair you liked so much, tousling those pastel strands and holding onto a few. You wanted him to know you were into it, so that maybe he might do the same thing again in the future. Kiss you like this...

His tongue was warm. It pushed into the confines of your mouth and he bit down on your own, entangling you in that sort of a romantic embrace, while his hands clutched you on the outside.

Your eyes closed.

People could call you crazy. That was fine.

Being a prisoner to a person like this...

...It wasn't so bad.

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heartfeltcierra · 2 years ago

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Dude where's my submarine? Part 3 (Final) Isekaied Law X Female reader

It's time for Law to go back.....

Word Count- 6.9k

Part one here Part two here

Masterlist

“The end of a melody is not its goal: but nonetheless, had the melody not reached its end it would not have reached its goal either. A parable.” ― Nietzche

AN-I had so much fun writing this story , but as they say all good things must come to a end. I hope you enjoy the final part! -Love Cierra ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

Side note-There are a few links in the story for reference you can use.

Warnings/content-Nightmares, Mentions of Violence, Modern Day references, Character death

“You can’t run forever Y/N~ Fufufu” Doflamingo’s voice echoes through the dark forest.

“Leave me alone you creepy bird bastard!” You yell without daring to turn your head as you run from the pink pursuer. How did I get here? The rapid heartbeat in your chest mixes with the sound of breaking twigs and the whooshing of strings.

“There you are.” The devilish voice was too close for comfort. You pick up the pace, desperate to make some distance between you and him. “Bullet string.” The ball of string shoots past your face, taking a few strands of hair in the process. “Just give up already.” One of the trees ahead of you gets sliced and comes crashing down.

“I’ll give up when your hairline grows back!” You jump over the tree and continue your frantic running. The moonlight glows and reveals the end of the woods. Almost there. A sense of false relief washes over you as you leave the mess of trees and brush. Looking ahead you realize you are cornered, leaving you two options. 1. Jump off the cliff you’ve found yourself at. 2. Doflamingo kills you.

“The mouse has found itself between the cat and a trap~” You turn around to see Doflamingo standing a few feet away. “You know what that means Y/N?” He slowly inches closer to you. “No matter what you do, death is the only sure result.” Am I going to die here? You take a few steps back, closer to the edge of the cliff.

“Help.”

“Help?” Doflamingo mocks you with a sadistic grin. “Who the hell is going to help you?”

“LAW!” You jump up from the bed with your hand over your pounding heart. It takes a few moments to realize you were in the safety of your room and not in the woods being chased down by a psychotic ex-warlord.

“Y/N are you okay?” Your jolt hearing the bedroom door slam against the wall. “I heard you scream.” The light in your bedroom flickers on revealing a menacing looking Law holding his sword in an offensive position.

“I’m fine.” You give him a glance done before smirking. “Nice boxers~”

“I came in here with full intent on killing something or someone for you and all you can say is nice boxers?” Law deadpans before laying his sword down. “But seriously, what caused you to scream?”

“A nightmare.”

“What about?” Law questions with a raised brow.

“I’ll tell you, but just know it was pretty horrific.” Law nods his head, letting you know to continue. “So I was in a dark forest being chased by Doflamingo.”

“Damn that does sound horrific.”

“Trust me it gets worse. I reached the edge of the forest only to find a cliff waiting for me. So I could jump or wait for him to slice me into pieces.” You grimace thinking about being turned into a million little pieces via strings.

“Which did you do?”

“Neither. I called for help.” A soft smile forms on your lips. “More specifically, I called for you.”

“And I came.”

“That you did, my knight in shining red plaid.” Law rolls his eyes as you start to laugh.

“Since you're obviously okay, I’m going back to bed.” As he walks away you remember that tonight was his last full night here.

“Wait. Stay.” You could feel heat rise to your cheeks considering your request, but you also wanted to make the most of the situation. “Please.” You bat your lashes and pat the empty spot next to you.

“Fine.” You watch Law crawl under the covers with a huge grin on your face. “I’m starting to think you planned this out.”

“I did not!” You reject his statement. “The nightmare felt so real, when I first woke up from it I thought Doflamingo was in my room!”

“I doubt that will ever happen, but if it did…” Law gives you a teasing look. “I’m sure you could handle him.”

“Me?!” You nearly jump up from the bed. “What do you suppose I do Law? Refer him to a really good therapist? Maybe they could convince him to take antipsychotics.” You doubt there is a person or pill strong enough to handle the pink bastard.

“I had something different in mind….Something much simpler.” Law turns on his side to face you. “All you have to do is call for me..”

“I will.” You blush as his hand reaches out to stroke your cheek. “And you better show up.”

“As if I’d let you down.” Law winks. “Now if I recall you said we had big plans for my last day tomorrow.”

“I do.”

“So we better get some rest.” Law gets up to turn the light off before laying back in the bed. “Good night Y/N.”

“Good night Law, sleep well..”

You lay on your side, facing Law. He was so close you could smell his body wash and feel the warmth his body produced, but not him. Not that you were expecting him to cuddle up with you, well actually you were. Maybe I should ask? But if you did he would probably tease you until the sun came up.

“......”

“.....”

“ROOM.”

“What are you doing?”

“You told me to sleep well.. SHAMBLES.” The soft pillow beneath your head is replaced by something firm and warm. “So this is me sleeping well.” Your heart leaps in your chest hearing his voice so close to your ear. That could only mean..

“Ummm Law…. am I laying on your chest right now?” It was a stupid question and he didn’t answer it. Instead he adjusts your head until your ear is right above his heart. The calm and steady thumps are the polar opposite of the borderline cardiac arrest you had going on. “I have to say using your devil fruit power to teleport me was a little extra considering I was barely a foot away to begin with.”

“Want me to send you back?”

“NO.”

“Are you sure Y/N?” He asks like he didn’t just wrap an arm around you to pull you closer.

“I’m very sure..” Your eyes were already struggling to stay open.

“Good, now go to sleep.”

~~~~

I don’t think I couldn’t be any more grateful to the moon as I am right now. The once dark room was now illuminated, giving Law the perfect view of your face laying on his chest. A lazy smile forms on his lips seeing the small trail of drool leaving your glossy lips. I'm definitely going to tease you about that in the morning.

“Law..” He tenses up hearing your sleepy voice call his name. “........” She must be dreaming.

“I’m right here Y/N.” He gently whispers before placing a kiss on your forehead. His action causes your sleeping body to shift ever so slightly. Your hand that was thrown lazily over his body moves until it stops over his heart.

It was now official. The infamous heart thief named Trafalgar Law just got a taste of his own medicine.

~~~~

“Y/N.” Your body was being slightly shaken, pulling you from your sweet dreams. “Wake up before you drown me.”

“Huh?” You raise up and see Law smirking at you. “How was I about to drown you?”

“See for yourself.” He points at the pool of drool on his bare chest.

“Crap, I'll be right back.” You ran and got a towel before wiping the drool off of him. “I am so sorry, Law.”

“Don’t be sorry, I was expecting it.”

“How?”

“I mean you drool over me when I’m awake, so it makes sense you do the same thing while you're asleep~”

“I’m so over the teasing.” You throw the towel into a hamper.

“That’s too bad because I’m not~” Law grabs your hand and pulls you down beside him on the bed. “And considering it’s my last day, prepare for a lot more.” That’s right, today is his last day. “Y/N you're frowning, what’s wrong?”

“I know you don’t want me to be sad about you leaving tonight. But I can’t help but be bummed out.” You stare up at the ceiling thinking about the days to come.

“It’s okay, I am too.” His golden eyes join yours. “I’ve grown quite fond of this place. I will definitely miss it.”

“I think you’ll miss the laptop more than anything.” You laugh thinking about all the crazy youtube videos he watched.

“I won’t miss any of it more than I will you Y/N.” The sincerity in his words brings a blush to your face. “Sure I had fun learning about this world, but you were the one who was with me through all of it.” His hand wraps around yours as your eyes meet his. “When I first got here I was confused, but when I saw that goofy little smile of yours I knew I was in good hands.”

“My smile is not goofy.” You pout as Law’s laughter fills the room. “Besides I was just really excited to see you.”

“Oh I could tell~” You grab a pillow and throw it on the cocky man's face.

“Is teasing me all day really what you want to do?” Law pulls the pillow off his face and smirks.

“Maybe.” He sits up on the bed and comes face to face with you. “I doubt you’d mind, right?” No words came out of your mouth seeing just how close Law was. Your first thought was to kiss him. You could tell he was thinking the same thing about you, but you were both hesitant.

“Law. I” His hand came up to cup your cheek.

“I know Y/N.” The words were unspoken, but the feelings weren’t as silent. You smile and bring your hand over his. “Me too.”

~~~~

“Hey Law, come help me pick things out for us to do.” You plan to take Law out of town to a city with plenty of attractions. “I already have a surprise for dinner tonight, but I want you to pick out some things to do as well.” Law sits besides you on the couch and watches as you scroll through the list.

“What’s a selfie museum?” Law points at the picture of a couple in front of a color background.

“It’s a building filled with aesthetic scenes for picture taking.” You click on the website to show him more pictures. “I’ve never been to one myself, but I think it would be fun if you want to!”

“Yeah, that does sound fun. Plus I’m sure you want to take plenty of pictures with me.” Damn straight I do. “That also looks interesting.” He points to the museum of life and death.

“It does.” And it’s right up his alley. “They have real human skeletons and animal ones too. Plus the backstory on how they died.” You look at Law’s cute expression. We definitely have to go now.

~~~~

You and Law get ready for your final day out. You decided to wear something cute but comfortable considering you were going to be walking around alot.

“Y/N are you dressed?” Law knocks on the door.

“I am!” With that Law steps in and looks you up and down. “Are you enjoying the view?” You smirk and twirl around in the outfit.

“Yeah I am.” Instead of getting flustered like you wanted him to, you met with his cocky smirk. “Did you get all dressed up for our date?” Date? DATE?

“So this is a date?” After all this time playing coy, Law finally breaks down blushing.

“Well, yeah. It is.” His eyes never left your awe stricken face. “And we better get going, you said we had to drive a few hours to get there. ROOM.” Law grabs onto your hand. “SHAMBLES.”

“Wait Law I need my.” He teleported you to your car but you didn’t have your-

“Purse, phone and keys.” He jiggles the keys while your purse sits in his lap. He even had your phone already plugged up into the car. “Your most important things, besides me of course~” You reach over and pull his hat down over his head, causing him to grunt in annoyance.

“You sure exploit your favorite character privileges.” Your eyes roll and put the directions in on your phone. “So since I’ll be driving that means you're in charge of music. You remember how to get to my playlist?” Law nods and grabs your phone. “Good, you’ll make a fine passenger princess~”

“What does that even mean?”

“Nothing~”

~~~~

“Wow this place is huge!” You and Law walk into the selfie museum. “There’s so many rooms. Where do we even begin?”

“Let’s go this way.” Law grabs your hand and leads you towards a rather dark looking section. Figures.

You see a sign above the door that says ‘Nightmare room’. Creepy. When you and Law first enter your met with what looks like a fun house. There was a giant clown that pointed towards a path that said ‘This was to your death.’

“Death?” You gulp.

“Yeah?” Law mockinly answers.

“Just because you have death tattooed on your hands does not make you death! But that clown may just be.” You subconsciously move closer to Law. “I thought this was a cute place to take pictures?”

“It is, so why don’t don’t you go take a picture with the clown?” He nudges your side.

“Which one?” You give your companion a dose of side eye

“Are you insinuating that I am a clown?” He bends down until you are face to face.

“I sure am.” You reach up to his face and grab his nose in between your thumbs and index finger. “Honk Honk.” You pinch his nose a few times, grab his beloved hat and run away before he can kill you.

“Y/N L/N!” His voice echoes the long hall you were running down. Oh no he used my full government name.

You run past a room full of trick mirrors before ending up in a dimly lit room full of dracula style coffins. Glancing around the room you find a perfect place to hide from Law’s wrath. You open the pink coffin and shut the door. Loud footsteps start reverberating in the room causing your anxiety to skyrocket.

“Oh Y/N~” The intimidation in Law’s voice made you even more on edge. “I’d come out if I were you.” Your eyes peek out of the small window on the coffin. He had a malevolent smile on his handsome face. “Because I promise you won’t like I do to you if I find you.”

You slam your hand over your mouth as a small squeak leaves your lips. Law’s hat in your other hand shook with your trembling hand. Good going Y/N, pissing off the freaking surgeon of death. You lean back in the coffin causing it to creak. Oh fuck.

“Fount ya.” The door to the coffin swings open causing you to scream out of surprise “Say cheese~” A flash blinds your horror filled eyes. “Now who’s the clown?” Law holds your phone up to display the very unflattering picture of you clutching his hat for dear life as you screamed.

“Not funny.” You jerk the phone out of his hand. “How did you even get my phone?” Your hand goes into your back pocket and pulls out an admission ticket. “So that’s how. Smart.” You didn’t even notice him using his ability, but you were running for your life so it makes sense.

“Here.” Law takes his hat out of your hand and places it on your head. “Pose.” You lean back in the coffin and hold up a peace sign. “You know when I think of death and coffins a peace sign isn't the first thing that comes to mind.” He snaps a picture of you.

“I thought it was cool.” You come out of the coffin and take your phone with a pout on your face. “Well it’s your turn now, see if you can out do me.”

“Oh that won’t be hard.” You scoff as law grabs his hat from your head and puts it back on his. You hold the phone up and wait for him to pose. He smiles before crossing his arms behind his back, leaning into the coffin. “It’s quite comfy in here.” He looks at you through lidded eyes. You shamelessly snap three pictures. I’m so making this my background. “I’m not done yet.” He brought his hands down to his shirt before pulling it up enough to expose his abs. You blink a few times and try to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. “Go on Y/N~” Your finger rapidly hits the screen taking pictures.

I take that back, I’m making this my background.

~~~~

After escaping the nightmare fuel room you end up in a room called the ‘Clean and Chill’. The room was filled with mirrors and attached from the ceiling were bubbles.

“This reminds me of Sabaody.” You and Law say in perfect unison, causing you to look at each other.

“Bright minds think alike.” Law smiles at you before taking your hand.

“Hey Law, let's take a mirror selfie.” You walk over in front of the mirror and drag Law with you. You pull your phone out and hold it up. He brought his head down so it rests on your shoulder. You snap the picture and pull it up to look at it. “Who taught you that?” You notice he gave you bunny ears.

“I looked up different things to do in photos last night.” It didn’t shock you one bit. “I just wanted to be prepared.”

“I have an idea. Take your hat off.” He does and looks at you in the mirror. You bring your hand behind his and give him bunny ears. He does the same to you as you take the picture. “It’s such a cute photo.” You look at the picture and swoon.

“It is.” Law smiles seeing how eccentric you were. You are what made it cute

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“This is the last room.” You walk into the ‘Sweet room’. It was filled with human sized deserts, a colorful ball pit and a slide that takes you out of the museum. You and Law walk around taking pictures with all of the deserts, unaware of the eyes that were on you.

“Umm excuse me?” You and Law turn around to see a girl smiling. You notice right away she has a one piece shirt on. “I just wanted to say I liked your Law cosplay! It’s almost crazy how much you look like him.” She studies Law who’s giving you a look that screams ‘What do I do?’ “Wow you even have the tattoos! Are they real?” Law awkwardly nods his head.

“Yeah they are!” You place a hand on Law’s back. I got this Law, don't worry. “And I like your shirt by the way!”

“Thank you!” She smiles and pulls the shirt out more, revealing all three supernovas, Luffy, Kid and the man standing right next to you. “It’s my favorite to wear because it has my favorite character on it!” Your body tenses up. What if it’s Law?

“And who would that be?” You ask nervously. Law smirks at you knowing exactly what’s going through your mind.

“Kid!” Suddenly the girl whips out an Ita bag filled to the brim with Kid’s face. “He’s such a himbo and I love him.” Your body relaxes.

“That’s cool!” She was truly dedicated to Kid. “My favorite character is Law!”

“I figured that much considering..” She looks at Law and then back to you. “Wait a second.” She opens her bag and rummages through it before pulling out a keychain with Law on it. “Take this!”

“Are you sure?” Your geeky smiles plaster your face, she nods. “Thank you!”

“You're welcome.” Law nudges your side. You look into his eyes and know exactly what he’s saying. “I’ll let you guys get back to enjoying the museum!”

“Wait!” The girl stops. Words get caught up in your throat as you freeze.

“Sorry, my girlfriend is a little shy.” Law is now the one holding your back. “She’s working on making friends.”

“Oh I see. I’d love to exchange numbers!” The girl pulls her phone out and you do the same. “My name is______.” After exchanging numbers you part ways.

~~~~

“Thank you Law.” You take a deep breath and fall into the ball pit. “She seems like a really nice person.”

“You're welcome.” Law laid right beside you. “And she did. But I bet you would have said differently if I was her favorite character.” You grab one of the balls and throw it in his face.

“Says the one who called me girlfriend.” Your eyes blow wide. Earlier you were too frazzled to process it, but now.

“I did.” Law picks up a bunch of the colorful balls and throws them at you one by one like a snowball fight. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“I guess I don’t, boyfriend.” You throw a ball and it knocks Law’s hat off his head, revealing his spiky black locks.

“You catch on quick.” He winks before picking his hat back up. “Are we ready to go?”

“Yup.” You get out of the ball pit and head towards the exit slide. “I’ll get in first and you get behind me.” You sit on the slide and Law straddles his long legs around you. “Are you ready?”

“Not yet.” His voice was right up against your ear, causing shivers to snake down your spine. “Hold onto this for me.” He hands you his hat before his arms wrap around you to pull you against his back. “Now I’m ready.”

Your laughs echo the slide as Law holds onto you for dear life. You see the light at the end of the tunnel and Law does too but in a different context. You and Law exit the slide and come to a halt.

“That was so much fun.” You lift up with your hands in the air, while Law falls back on the slide. “You okay Law?” He doesn’t respond. I’m taking that as a no…

~~~~

After Law recovers from his trip down the ferocious slide you make your way to the Museum of Life and Death.

“Welcome everyone!” The tour guide dressed in white waves his hands. “I’m Life!”

“Hello, I am Death.” A girl dressed up like the grim reaper swung around a foam scythe. “Follow us.”

“Here, so we don’t get separated in the crowd.” You blush as Law laces his hands with yours.

“Aww Law if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” You elbow his side as he glares down at you. Much to your surprise he releases your hand. Your lips part out of shock. The audacity! “Law…” You try to grab his hand again but he keeps avoiding you.

“Aww Y/N if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just asked.” He mocks before grabbing your hand again.

“Your a brat Law.”

“Takes one to know one.”

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The two tour guides took you from exhibit to exhibit explaining their role in the birth and demise of each specimen. You look up at Law and see his eyes sparkle with delight. Only he would be this happy about seeing the skeleton of a tree frog.

He stole your phone and took pictures of anything and everything. But he suddenly stops and quirks his brow.

“Is that what I think it is?” He points to an exhibit that had two skeletons in a very ‘suggestive’ position.

“Umm.” You and him look at the exhibit and then back at each other. “Yeah they are totally screwing.” You watch as Law holds back laughter.

“So I’m sure some of you have already caught onto this act of love.” The man known as Life points at the exhibit. “It's also the start of all life.”

“It is also the start of death.” The girl known as Death pipes in. “From the moment you are born you inch closer and closer to the inevitable fate bestowed onto all living beings.”

“As grim as that seems.” Life takes over again. “Life is still beautiful.” Life and Death smile at one another “If you take anything away from today's tour, let it be this. Live your life and enjoy the life you live.” And with that the tour ends.

~~~~

“So did you have a good time?” You buckle up and look over at Law.

“I did, thank you for bringing me.” His stomach grumbles. “But I’m starving.”

“Me too.” You smile thinking about the surprise. He’s going to love it.

“So what exactly is this surprise dinner of yours?” You shake your head.

“You’ll just have to wait and see~”

~~~~

You have Law close his eyes before pulling into the parking lot of the destination. The outside of the building is a dead giveaway considering it’s shaped like a ship.

“I swear if I fall I will never forgive you.” Law grips onto your arm as you guide him into the building.

“I won’t, besides we are almost there.” You walk him up a few stairs before opening the door handle that was shaped like a sword hilt. Air rushes out of the building and into your face.

“You can open now!”

Law scans the room with a look of pure confusion on his face. All around were people dressed up as stereotypical pirates, fake treasure chest filled with plastic gold coins sat in every corner and the room smelt like salt water.

“Y/N?” Law grabs onto your forearm and leans down.“What exactly am I looking at?”

“It’s a pirate themed dinner show!”

“I see.”

“So what do you think?” You look up at Law’s expression and feel a little sad. He looks unamused. “I’m sorry Law, this was a stupid idea we can leave if you want to.” The disappointment in your voice alerts Law. Yes he thinks it's very weird, yes he’s confused. But he also sees the amusement of this place.

“No actually, I think this will be fun.” He pulls you close and feels a wave of relief seeing you smile again.

You and Law walk into the main venue. The seating was colosseum style around a huge stage where the actors would perform. Once you got to your seats a waiter came around to get your drink orders.

“This is.” Law took a sip of his iced tea. “This is the best tea I’ve ever had.” You watch as Law downs the entire sweet tea. “What’s in this that makes it so good?”

“Sugar… lots and lots of sugar.” You take a sip out of your own drink.

“It slays.”

“Law....” You nearly spit your drink out while holding back a laugh. “Do you just say..”

“I did. Because this tea slays.” The waitress came up to fill his cup.

“What other modern slang terms do you know?”

“Rizz. And according to the internet I have it.”

“Yeah, I'd have to agree.”

The lights in the auditorium dim as a loud bang resembling cannon fire echoes in the room. Most people jumped in their seats, you included. But Law didn’t move a muscle, probably because he was used to the sound.

You watch as a huge crowd of pirates come on stage and start fighting one another over a treasure chest. Law chuckles when the captains walk out on stage to fight.

“I wonder what they would think if they knew a real pirate captain was In the crowd?” Law whispers in your ear.

“They’d probably think you're crazy.” You scooch closer to him “Especially if you mentioned your navigator was a polar bear.” A very cute one at that~

“What do we have here?” You and Law froze when a spotlight was put on both of you. “What a fine maiden we have here.” The ‘evil’ pirate captain came up to you. “I think I’ll take you with me.”

“Like hell you will.” Law wraps an arm around your back. The gesture gave you butterflies, but your curiosity gets the best of you.

“Sure.” You shrug your shoulders and wiggle out of the firm hold he had you in. “Lead the way.” You walk away with the evil pirate leaving a very confused Law behind.

The pirate takes you up to a platform. It was a little nerve wracking to be high up. The pirate wraps his arm around you before walking to the end of the platform.

“If you want yer woman back you’ll have to take out my men!” You see Law standing up in his seat below. He looks absolutely feral and you're living for it. “And if you survive you’ll have to fight me!” The crowd cheers as a staff member hands Law a fake sword. “Now my lady, any words of encouragement for your daring fellow.”

“Go easy on them.” You wink at Law who’s finally catching on to what’s happening. He gets to play hero.

You watch as Law skillfully but gently, takes down each pirate one by one. From time to time you would yell out a “Save me.” just to egg him on.

“Are you ready for the real fight!” The captain yells out as Law climbs the ladder up to the platform.

“I could say the same to you.” Law smirks before jumping onto the platform. “I’ll take my girl back now if you don’t mind.” You step back and let the two captains duke it out over you. The actor whispers something to Law before they begin to battle.

In the end Law of course won. With one final swing of the provided prop sword, the evil captain went falling into the water below. You ran up to Law and stood by his side.

“Thanks for saving me, how could I ever repay you~”

“Like this.” Law grabs your cheeks and turns you away from the crowd before smashing his lips against yours. The crowd around you starts to whistle and cheer as Law kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. In reality that is the case.

“Let’s hear it for the new King and Queen of the pirates!” The announcer's voice echoes the stage as Law pulls away.

“I guess I beat Strawhat to it.” Law smiles before giving your forehead a quick kiss. To say you were on cloud 9 would be an understatement.

“That you did, Captain.”

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“Hey driver princess, what was the name of that song again?” Driver princess? Law was scrolling through your playlist. You think for a second and it clicks.

“Oh I know.” In the days Law has been with you he has started to like listening to music. But the music he likes is not what you thought it would be. In your head you imagined him like grunge music or something more on the edgy side, but to your surprise.“It’s called For the first time.”

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Law finds the song and smiles hearing the song start up.

You can’t help but smile hearing him hum or ever so quietly sing one of the lyrics. He was out of his element, but at the same time in it. The song comes to an end and Law scrolls through once more to find a song.

“Can I tell you something Y/N?” You glance over to see Law tapping his tattooed fingers against his thigh. Is he nervous? With a curt nod from you he continues. “When I first listened to this song it made me think of you.” You think of the lyrics and what they mean. “I know it’s my last day here and all, but I have a feeling that I will see you again one day.” Comfort washes over you at his words.

“I feel like I will too.” Your hand reaches over and intertwines with his. The tension in the car diminishes as Law gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.

~~~~

By the time you got home it was already 11:30PM, meaning Law leaves in half an hour. Your phone buzzes and you see another text

“Your wish must be in the same room in which it spawned.”

“Hey Law.” You knock on the door outside of his room. The door opens and you see he’s wearing the outfit he had on when he first arrived. “I got a text saying you need to be in my room at midnight.”

“I’m almost ready.” You nod as he walks into the bathroom.

You look at the neatly made bed and the piles of folded clothes that he wore during his time here. A sharp pain daggers through your chest. He is going to be gone soon. Tomorrow he won’t be here when you wake up, you’ll be alone. Your eyes start to sting but you stop before tears could form. I want to be smiling before he goes.

11:55PM

You and Law talk about everything that’s happened with smiles on your faces.

11:56PM

You give Law printed pictures of the photos you took today. He smiles and tucks them into his coat pocket.

11:57PM

Reality comes crashing in for the both of you. Law sits down on the bed with you and holds you close to him as you fight back tears.

11:58PM

Law stands up from the bed and goes to the spot in the middle of your room where he first showed up.

“Law before you go. I want to give you something.” You run out of your room and come back with something in your hands. Law's eyes glass over seeing what you're giving to him.

“Y/N… Are you serious?” You smile and place the Corazon figure in his hands.

“Yes I am.”

11:59PM

“You won’t forget me, will you Law?” You wrap your arms and take in his scent for one more time.

“I could never forget you.” Law did the same. “You gonna keep that promise?”

“I will.” You pull back long enough to kiss him one last time.

“Good girl.” He smiles and looks at the time 20 more seconds. “If you ever find yourself In my world, come find me. I just know the crew would love you.” Just like I do

“Is this my invitation to the heart pirates?”

“It sure is.” Law wraps you in his arms. “And I’m not a very patient captain, so don’t leave me waiting too long.”

“I’ll try not to.” 10 seconds

“I’ll hold you to that.” Law holds you closer to his body. “ROOM.” “SHAMBLES.” “I left you a little surprise, you just have to find it.”

“Good bye Y/N.”

“Good bye Law.”

The arms that were wrapped around Law come around your own body.

12:00AM

Law is gone.

The breath you’ve held for the past half hour starts seeping out of your lips. The tears you fought back cascade down your face. He was truly gone. Through your blurring vision something white and fluffy caught your attention.

“Is that?” You look at your bed and see the squishmallow on your bed had a familiar hat on it. “Law.” You rush over to the bed and take the hat off the stuffed animal. A small note was tucked inside of it.

“You can toss that crappy replica out, you’ve got the real deal now. Take good care of it. Thank you for everything Y/N, take care and keep your promise.

-I’ll see you again soon

Love Law

P.S I stole one of your squishmallow’s :)

What did you expect, I’m a pirate after all?

You frantically look around the room to see which one he took. “THAT JERK! HE TOOK THE RAREST ONE.”

~~~~Keeping your promise~~~~

In the weeks since Law went back to his world, your life changed dramatically. You texted the girl from the museum and started to meet up with her. She even introduced you to her other friends. Slowly but surely you had an abundance of good people who truly cared about you.

~~~~

It had been years and years ago since that week and not one day has passed where you didn’t think about it. Even after one piece ended, even as your hair got greyer, not once did you forget about Law or the time you shared with him..

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The heart monitor beeps slowly as you take in shaky breaths. Death is creeping up on me. It was a strange feeling knowing you were about to die, but it didn’t feel like you thought it would. You felt no fear or no real pain. It felt like going up a hill on a rollercoaster. Scary but at the same time exciting. I’ve lived a good life. Your weak hands grab the white, blacked dotted hat that belonged to Law. The one he gave you all those years ago. The comfort you felt when you held it against your chest was enough to let you know.. It’s going to be okay. Your vision was becoming darker and darker. It’s time to go, Y/N…

~~~~

“Miss L/N it’s time for you to take meds.” A nurse comes into the door to see the flatline on your heart monitor. The pills drop into the floor as she yells for a doctor.

By the time the doctor got to the room it was too late. You were gone.

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Death was strange. One moment you were on a bed dying, but now it felt like you were traveling through time itself. Your senses are heightened as colors fill the void. So this is the afterlife? Then suddenly the rapid momentum stopped, as if you were on an elevator that stopped at the floor it wanted you on. Then once again the darkness enveloped you.

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“Bepo give her some room.” Bepo?

“I’m sorry, it’s just I’ve been wanting to meet her for a while now.” That voice..

“We all have. She is the captain's favorite character after all.” Favorite character?

“Wait, I think she’s waking up! Let’s go get the captain!” Heavy footsteps echo in your head.

Your eyes open to the unfamiliar room. Where am I? The walls were made of what appeared to be metal and it felt oddly familiar. Have I seen this before? Your eyes land on a small dresser that sat in the corner of the room. Wait, that's…. You stood up from the bed and walked over to the dresser. The corazon figure I gave to….

“Look who finally showed up.” Your hand clasps around your mouth as tears run down your face, realizing where you were. You turn around and see the man you loved more than anything. He too had tears in his familiar golden eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you.” No words could form. I’m really here. His arms open and you run into them. The warm embrace brought back the happy memories of his time in your universe. And now here you are, together once again.

“It’s good to see you again, Y/N”

~End~

~~~Bonus~~~

“You guys can come in now.” Law kissed your forehead and pulled away. The metal door swung open and the crew rushed in one by one. “Everyone meet Y/N.”

“Hello!” The crew said in unison while gathering closer around you.

“Garchu!” You found yourself surrounded by a blanket of white fur.

“Garchu Bepo!” You wrapped your arms around the polar bear and nuzzled into him. “I always knew you'd be soft.”

“Quit hogging her Bepo!” Bepo let you down with a small ‘sorry’. “I’m so excited to finally have another girl on the crew!” You found yourself yet again in an embrace. “I’m-”

“Ikkaku!”

“I told you guys.” Law smiled seeing how shocked his crew was. “She already knows every single one of you.”

“Come on, let's show her around!” Penguin came up and grabbed your hand.

“Follow us!” Shachi grabbed your other hand.

Law watched as his crew fawned over you and vice versa. They showed you every inch of the ship while telling you stories about their adventures. Finally they wore out and Law could be alone with you again once more.

“I still can’t believe I’m here.” You sat on Law’s bed with a huge grin on your face.

“Me either, but I always knew you’d show up eventually.” Law walked over to a closet and started rummaging through it. “Especially since I had this~” He held up the very rare Squishmallow he stole.

“I almost forgot about that!” You ran and took the stuffed animal from his hands.

“That’s not the only thing I have for you.” Law once again rummaged through the closet before pulling out a uniform. “When I was in your world I saw a drawing on your computer of the outfit you would wear if you were on my crew.” You remembered drawing it, but had no idea he saw it. “So I had it made for you. Try it on.” You put the uniform on and it fit your body perfectly.

“I look so cool!.” You spun around in the mirror and admired yourself. “So I take this means…”

“It does.” Law smiled. “F/N L/N, welcome to the heart pirates.”

#law x reader #law angst #op law #trafalgar law #law one piece #law x female reader #law x y/n #law x you #one piece x you #one piece x reader #heart pirates #traflagar law #one piece fluff #one piece angst #law fluff #trafalgar d law x reader #one piece #one piece fanfiction

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ecargmura · 3 months ago

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Dandadan Episode 6 Review - Pink Haired Narcissist

The hunt for Okarun’s balls continue. All Turbo Granny gives out is that the balls are coated in gold. Little do they know, one of them is nearby…in the possession of Aira Shiratori, who has a bad case of main character syndrome. On top of that, there is a ghost in a red dress wandering about in school.

While the episode is about the ball hunting, it’s also giving insight to Aira as a character. To summarize, she’s a narcissist with main character syndrome. She believes she is the chosen one because she’s so beautiful that a golden ball she picked up blessed her with supernatural powers. Because of the ball, she is able to see a ‘demon wing’ sprouting from Momo’s back (actually her psychic hands) and a lady in a red dress out in the soccer field. It’s hilarious how her narcissism deludes her so much that she doesn’t believe she’s crazy and her friends are hesitant to call her so. Because she thinks Momo is a demon, she even spread rumors around that Momo sleeps with anyone. She’s clearly an infuriating character, but it’s sort of entertaining to see how much more deluded she can get.

Although she believed the rumors she spread didn’t get any traction, they actually did. One dude in Okarun’s class asked him to introduce her to him, believing she was easy, but Okarun put him in his place. While he does get jittery thinking she’s cute, it’s nice that he stands up for her.

I think the highlight of the episode was definitely Turbo Granny going to school with Okarun. A cat in a bag tagging along the bespectacled main character to school? Is this Persona 5? Turbo Granny was hilarious in this episode because she’s just tagging along because she was curious about school life in the modern era. She eats sandwiches and even steals Momo’s friend Muko’s phone just to look up who Acrobatic Silky is. That’s seriously the funniest part of the episode. Turbo Granny is out of date and did complain about it before, so her trying to modernize herself by looking up her fellow youkai online is so cute yet so funny.

Anyways, Acrobatic Silky is the main antagonist for this arc. She has been haunting Aira because she’s obsessed with wanting this girl to call her mother. I wonder if she’s obsessed with motherless girls or just has a obsessive attachment towards Aira because she saw her spirit and called her mom. Whatever it may be, her motives are clearly maternal but psychotic. She’s also a formidable foe because she can swallow her opponents as she swallowed the three humans before spitting them back out thanks to the fire in that cross-shaped lighter.

Dandadan’s penchant for high quality casting continues with Kikuko Inoue playing Acrobatic Silky. I think it’s been a while since I last heard her voice a villain. She may be known for voicing sweet, kind motherly characters, but I really like her deeper voice when voicing villains or very strong-willed women. If you watch Dandadan in English, she is voiced by Amber Lee Connors, another great voice actress who has a versatile voice. Ayane Sakura still does a good job with voicing Aira. Her English voice actress Lisa Reimold is someone I’m not familiar with, but she does a great job too!

Given how Okarun is able to transform due to Turbo Granny’s curse, it makes me wonder if Acrobatic Silky will curse Aira or give her powers to transform like him. I can’t wait to see how this will be resolved next episode. What are your thoughts on this episode?

#dandadan #aira shiratori #acrobatic silky #okarun #ken takakura #momo ayase #turbo granny #review #anime #anime review #ecargmura #arum journal

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treason-and-plot · 11 months ago

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They sit in silence for a few moments. Saffron feels as if she is floundering in uncharted emotional waters, and wonders if logic can throw her a lifeline.

“That doesn’t make sense,” she says at last. “Because as I’ve tried repeatedly to tell you, he’s already getting exactly what he deserves by having to play nursemaid to his horrible bitch of a wife for the next year or so. Not to mention the guilt he’s going to be torturing himself with-“

“You don’t seriously believe what he’s told you about his wife?” says Connor, a little knot of scorn appearing between his brows.

“For God’s sake, Connor, he was telling me the truth,” says Saffron. “And there you go sounding all arrogant and horrible again-“

Connor doesn’t apologise this time. Instead he rolls his eyes. Saffron feels something hot and red stab at her temples.

“Let me guess,“ he says witheringly. “He told you she was crazy and psychotic. Every single married guy in the history of the world who has had an affair has had a crazy wife, Saffy. It’s the oldest cliche in the book. The man’s a cheater, for Christ’s sake. How can you believe a word he says?”

“He turned up to school with a black eye one day because she’d punched him,” says Saffron. “He showed me scratches on his arm where she’d attacked him. I read texts she’d sent him, where she told him that she was going to hire a hitman to kill him. She threatened to do horrible things to his cat. He told me about lots of other crazy stuff she did too. She’s a sick, twisted psychopath. Sometimes I'd almost feel sorry for him!"

“He probably gave himself the black eyes and the scratches,” says Connor after a long pause, shifting position.

“That's totally ridiculous,” says Saffron.

“I actually don’t blame his wife for wanting to have him killed,” says Connor, as if she hasn't spoken. “I feel exactly the same way.”

“For God’s sake, Connor! Just stop. You’re sounding crazy too. I just want to put this all behind me and forget it ever happened. Okay? Can we please do that?"

“You’re the victim in this situation, Saffy. Like it or not, you can’t just sweep it under the rug-“

“I am not a victim of anything or anyone,” says Saffron, jumping to her feet. “Christ, I wish I’d never told you!”

She blinks back tears and stomps away, not knowing where she is going, just feeling as if she needs to escape. But from what she isn’t exactly sure.

#Connor #Saffron #tw: animal cruelty #back to Bridgeport #5 years later #sims 3 #sims 3 story

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chessholic · 1 year ago

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Bored - The Toymaker

Author's Note: I wasn't really happy with this, but I thought maybe you guys would enjoy it. My english is broken and the german accent-thingy didn't help at all. However this one post did help me a lot and I wanted to put it here for you all (thank you so much, you saved my ass). This is also my first Tumblr post so this is rather exciting. More is to come so stay tuned I guess. My obsession always lasts for a while. :) Thank you. Have a great day, night, evening or morning. <3

The Post That Helped Me:

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Summary: The Toymaker had turned you into one of his toys. However regardless of your situation you couldn't help but feel rather, well, bored.

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Sitting on the shelf was nice for the first few hours after you had gotten over your fear. You were beginning to come to the conclusion that you were messed up, well mentally and now physically too.

That's because you couldn't help, but admire him. Even now you couldn't tear your eyes away from him. He had his caramel coloured leather apron on top of his waistcoat that was the colour of a plum. Your eyes wandered to his face admiring every bit of it with few disgusted voices nagging at you in the back of your brain.

'Stockholm syndrome darling'

'You are disgusting'

'You should be ashamed of yourself'

'He is dangerous you idiot'

Deciding you were already screwed you returned back into admiring him. His blond grey hair was curled and styled without any imperfections. How did he do it? You could use some advice, well, not anymore. Your hair was beautiful all the time, perfect, too perfect. You weren't a human, you were a doll, his doll.

And who exactly was he? You didn't quite know. You didn't even know his name, you didn't know if he had a name. You only knew that he was The Toymaker. And every sane person would be rightfully terrified of him.

However you had been pulled towards him from the moment you did step into the store. You had been mesmerized by him. However you did admit you were afraid too, especially while playing the life-or-death game.

If you had known better you would have chosen something else that day.

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You had been looking for a present, you found the perfect one. However the very charming shop owner had just stated you were short on a few pennies.

"Bloody hell", you mumbled turning a shade of red from embarrassment. You thought you had enough. "I apologise for taking your time", you said reaching to collect your money.

"Nein nein", he teased softly stopping your hand making you almost shiver at you making physical contact with him.

"How about zis, let us play ein game-", he proposed before stopping to look at your confused expression.

"-If you vin, you can take dee toy, for free, nein charge", he stated smiling like the Cheshire Cat. It was almost giving you shivers, but for the wrong reasons. The smile gave you a picture of a cat and mouse.

Only if the mouse would get into the cat's trap.

"And if you win?", you asked hesitantly.

"You vill stay with me and play mein games, du und ich, forever!", he declared cheerfully giving you a mischievous smirk in the end. He was challenging you.

Did he somehow know that you couldn't refuse the offer? You later learned that he did, in fact know.

"What do we play Mr...?", you asked a bit scared of his changing demeanor.

"You kan call me dee Toymaker, meine Liebling", the Toymaker said making your cheeks flush a little.

Why on earth were you flustered?

"Und what we vill play, zat is your ge-decision", the Toymaker told you. Maybe it was polite to let you choose?

What did you like to play? There was one game that instantly popped into your mind. At the same time the Toymakers grin widened making him look psychotic.

"I shall choose that we play a game of chess", you stated fiddling with your fingers nervously.

"That is a splendid choice my dear, we shall play a game of chess!", the Toymaker celebrated like he had already won.

Wait. Where did his accent go?

Before you could voice your questions the Toymaker snapped his fingers and your life was never the same again.

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Now you have been sitting on the store's shelf for god-knows-how-long. You couldn't move. You didn't really remember what it felt like to be a human anymore.

'Bloody hell, this is boring', you thought staring at the shop. You had seen customers come, but never leaving. You had a suspicion of what might have happened to them.

You could see the shop even eyes closed that's how long you had spent examining the shop from your shelf.

"My my, is someone bored, meine Liebling dollen?", asked a teasing voice suddenly from your left. You turned to look at the charming man who was smirking. You had heard the smirk already from his voice.

'Let's play something, please', you pleaded in your head fully knowing he could hear your thoughts.

You didn't expect to see the Toymaker speechless. He seemed to be lost for words the first time in his time being.

"You want to play mein games?", he asked gingerly, like you were playing an evil game with his feelings.

'Do I really have something to lose anyway? Yes, please'

"What do you want if you win?"

You knew that your freedom was off the table. However something came to your mind.

'I want to be able to speak and move'

The Toymaker looked puzzled. Like this was some kind of mystery he couldn't crack.

'I want to speak with you, walk around the store and play with you'

Some rare emotion flashed in the Toymakers eyes, you couldn't place it in that exact moment. Because a pain flashed inside you making you gasp for air. Then you realised what had happened.

"I- I can speak", you stuttered confused, but joy was evident in your voice.

"Well yes, it would make the game rather impossible perhaps if you couldn't speak or move", the Toymaker scoffed slightly while picking you up from the shelf.

You knew it was bullshit. It was a rather poor excuse. Feeling brave you decided your next action without too much thinking.

You put your arms around his neck and bury your face to his neck inhaling his scent. He smelled like wood and colone, intoxicating. His scent wrapped you into a safe bubble making you smile.

"Thank you", you whispered. You didn't think he was evil all the way. There was evil in good. So in evil there was good.

The man had stiffen trying to figure out what you were doing. After a moment he hesitantly wrapped his arms around you. Slowly he melted into your touch, even though he tried to fight against the warm feeling. But eventually he didn't want the warmth to go away.

"You are welcome meine Liebling"

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#the toymaker #the celestial toymaker #the toymaker x reader #doctor who #doctor who image #the celestial toymaker x reader

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girlpanthera · 7 months ago

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You mentioned Ringo would try to get them to take meds after George lost it too, so I was wondering if he would ever get to a point where he would make them food just to slip them pills?

Sleeping pills, anti-psychotics, etc etc.

Do you think they'd catch on eventually? Like maybe one night he slips them sleeping pills and they end up getting a full night of sleep (which is uncommon cause of the cats with trumpets). Do you think they'd catch on eventually? How would they react to this??

also... I can't wait till we see more of John, mainly cause I'm curious of his reactions to how George & Paul are acting.

I feel like ringo wpukd get to that point, yeah. even to the point of crushing up pills and mixing them into drinks till they dissolve. at first he attempted to just give it to them flat out with the idea it can stop the Cats Of Every Color, which George almost agreed to. Because unlike paul, George isn't a fan of the hallucinations until much later on, and he only seems to favor the wild women as they give him comfort. I'd imagine it like this:

TW: SA MENTIONS, ED, SH

ringo began getting worried about the delusions. originally he played Paul's stories off as just ptsd and overall head trauma from the affects of the hard drugs they took. At first he didn't care much, because he viewed paul as "johns" work. but now that paul was back and john remained at war, and the delusions "spread" to George, he realized he had to do something. Originally he just started with sleeping medications and some light antipsychotics he could get his hands on. he was tired of George and Paul running around the house at night and George waking him up to sleep next to him because "the little blue, red, and yellow kittens found their way into the kitchen and were toasting all of the bread they owned to make honey sandwiches with the crusts cut off"

George willingly took these medications the first few times, despite having bad nightmares and always waking up to Paul being erratic and angry he could sleep, there was no problems. It was when ringo offered the pills to paul that things got bad. Paul realized George had been medicating himself, which made him angry. as soon as he was offered the pills he lashed out, hitting ringo and screaming at him, trying to force ringo to take all of the pills to "just get rid of him" with the logic that "if he wanted to live in a false reality that's only brought on by pills he can, and he can stay there forever, cause he and Geo weren't going to do that"

it ended with Paul self harming and dragging the restless and sleep deprived George away to go to the fields, leaving ringo battered and bleeding. This is when ringo began writing letters to John, informing him of this all.

After the incident with Paul finding out george was medicated, Paul got more obsessive of him than before. originally, george had personal space from time to time, but now Paul clung to his hip. he woukd lay on him and force kisses and other sexual things on george as a form of trying to "see if he could trust him again"

this distressed george, cause not only was he too sleep deprived to properly fight back or even differentiate this from reality, but it was just shock and fear he was going through, so he let it happen and simulated affection for Paul despite being scared shitless.

The wild women eventually come into play here, as one night after being discarded by paul, George was just laying in the field in shock. He heard the agitationg noise of the small squeaky trumpets before the kittens of every color poked up around him and pointed to him. george frantically looked around to see why exactly the kittens pointed at him and that's when he became acquainted with a few wild women who came to comfort him. He thought they were very beautiful, as he had seen them before but they only offered comfort to Paul. The wild women let him lay on them and they cleaned him up and brushed his hair, guarding him while he slept. This was comforting ti george ans made him love the wild women, but the fact that they had never interacted with him before until now meant that there was a line that was crossed.

George would agree with ringo to take some medications through food so paul couldn't tell, but when he realized that also lessened the visits of the wild women he ended up refusing food. This caused him to starve himself in refusal alongside paul, who seemed quite cheeky and entertained by this. George depended on the wild women to give him food and care for him, and he began enthusiastically allowing paul to cut him or be rough with him just so the kittens of every color would see him battered and bring the wild women to him. the wild women never said anything to him, they only cared for him. paul would eat some of the food, getting medicated every so often, so he began getting his own food and even threatening to drug ringo back. this was around the time when John wrote to ringo, informing him of his injury and that he would be back. this was also the time paul tried to get ringo to join him and george, but ringo strictly refused. Though he didn't say specifically why, ringo had seen paul do some stuff to george that horrified him...and he felt a guilt for not helping george as he and George had history, and George was his special person before he had got sick..

SORRY THIS WAS LONG AND RANTY BUT YES HERES NEW STUFF WOO

#the beatles #paul mccartney #john lennon #the beatles fandom #george harrison #ringo starr #lore #au #mcharrison #mclennon #starrison

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Look for the Light Chapter 21

- Summary: Aly finds herself trying to escape the Boston QZ. What Aly doesn’t know is Tess is pairing her up with Joel to go on a dangerous mission to find Tommy. Will Aly survive the brooding, moody Joel or will she find herself falling hard for him?

- Tags: Torture, murder, angst, 18+ MDNI

You stood there frozen in the middle of the room looking between Joel and David. Joel looked like he was about to lose it as he watched you with concerned eyes. And David just smirked at you, trying to make you as uncomfortable as humanly possible. You tried to keep your eyes on Joel, but David pulled you away as his voice came out in a low rasp.

“Look at you. Standing there with fear in those pretty eyes. Thinking about your time here, princess? Why don’t you tell Joel about all the fun we had while he wasn’t here to save you.” A devilish grin pulled at the corners of his mouth, and he was staring at you with hungry eyes. Eyes that were about to eat you alive.

You wanted to be sick. You felt like running out and never coming back. You had to do this though. You had to end this. And it had to be you. Not Joel, but you. You gulped and stared back at him, trying not to lose control.

“Did you tell him how we played a little game of cat and mouse, and how I dragged you out from your little hiding spot under the bed?”

He stared at you, eyes glowing from the joy of bringing back those nightmare memories. You could see Joel in the corner shift closer to David, trying to get you to focus on him. You couldn’t break your gaze from David though.

He continued to taunt you. “Did you tell him how we played Russian roulette, and how I choked you out on the pool table?” His laughter grew into a roar as he was laughing at your trauma.

Tears pooled at your eyes as one tear escaped, running down your cheek. You felt as if the weight of the room was about to collapse down on top of you and bury you alive. The room grew cold as you shivered in place.

“Alright that’s enough!” Joel growled as he pulled on David’s collar, slamming his fist into the side of his jaw. Blood spewed from his mouth, but he just laughed it off. He was psychotic, deranged.

“Aly, don’t listen to him. He’s only trying to get a reaction out of you,” Joel said as he looked at you with pleading eyes.

“Tell him how it felt as I dragged the blade down your arm as your warm blood ran down your body. How you completely surrendered yourself to me as I told you Joel was dead, and he didn’t give a shit about what happened to you.” Another laugh escaped his mouth, carrying it into a low shriek to a high pitched wail.

Joel took the knife from his pocket and jammed the blade into David’s palm, the knife cutting all the way through the skin as the tip of the blade showed from the top of his hand. He screamed in agony but kept a smile on his face, staring unbearably into your scared eyes.

“You’re lucky I haven’t just ended your pathetic life already. Now stop taunting her!” Joel screamed into David’s ear, his face so red you could see the veins bulging from his neck.

“That’s right. I am lucky, lucky to be alive to see those sad, scared eyes of Aly’s as I scrape every detail back into her mind.” David’s eyes turned cold as he stared back at you, his eyes haunting your mind.

You couldn’t take it anymore. Couldn’t take the weight of his eyes. You closed your eyes so tight you thought you’d topple over. Panic washed over you in a wave. Fear consuming every sense of being in your body. You remembered every single horror of this place. Remembered every stolen, forced touch to your body. Remembered how you thought Joel wasn’t coming back for you.

He doesn’t care about you. He abandoned you. He’s never coming back for you. David’s vicious words rang through your head, confusing your own mind. You couldn’t think straight, couldn’t do anything but stand there and be paralyzed by your own fear. The words taunting you over and over again as you tried to escape your own mind.

You got lost in your thoughts, sinking back deeper under the water as David pulled you down. Deeper and deeper. You drowned out the sounds around you. The only thing you heard was the shallow noise as you tried to catch your breath.

Slow ringing sounded through your ears as you tried to escape the noise. All you could see was black. All you could think was to run, but you were stuck in place. Blinded by fear as it enraptured you.

“Aly!” Joel shouted, but you couldn’t respond. Could barely hear him as you were in a far away place. He tried again. “Aly!” He sounded closer, his voice getting louder as it rang through your ears.

“Alyson.” His voice was so soft, so gentle. It called to you like a siren song. It was captivating, enchanting. It was like a melody that you wanted to hear played over and over again as it drew you to him.

His hands softly wrapped around your arms, and a tall shadow stood in front of you. “Open your eyes.” The sound of his voice came out quiet but urgent as he pulled you out of the dark once again.

You slowly opened your eyes as the darkness turned into light. Joel stood in front of you, blocking your vision from David. He looked so concerned as his dark brown eyes searched yours. Your breathing slowed as you looked into those warm honey eyes. You wanted to stay there. Stay where it was safe. Where you felt at home.

He traced a strand of your long hair with his fingers and moved his other hand down to yours, entangling his fingers with your own. It instantly calmed you down as his rough calloused fingers grazed against your skin.

“I’ll end him right here, right now. Let me do this. I can’t take him tormenting you any longer. I’m about to lose my fucking mind and my patience. Let me put this bullet in between his eyes. I swear I’ll..”

You stopped him as you placed a hand on the side of his face, his voice catching in his throat. “I know you will, but I need to do this. Just…help me. Please,” you pleaded as he nodded at you.

“I can do that.”

“Good.” Your mouth curled up into a small smile as you stared into those beautiful brown eyes that entranced you.

“Awwww look at that. The two little love birds having a moment together. How sweet. You know what would be sweeter? Me ripping Joel’s organs out one by one while you sat and watched!” David yelled as a laugh carried after.

Joel turned, his face fuming. You squinted at David, a hard line forming on your mouth as your nostrils flared. You whipped out your pistol fast, taking the safety off and loading the gun. Your finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet went flying into his left shoulder. Blood instantly formed on his shirt as the blood seeped down the black material. David yelled, but you were barely registering his screams because you were furious.

“Joel, get the gasoline,” you said darkly.

Joel moved past you, and you could hear him picking up the gasoline as you heard it sloshing around in the container. You just stared at David, your eyes turning dark as you dared him to say another thing about Joel.

Joel walked over to David, undoing the lid of the container as he started pouring the dark liquid all over David’s clothes. His body was drenched in seconds. It dripped off his hair and landed in a puddle on the floor. The room smelled so strong, but you didn’t care. Not right now.

A low laughter left David’s mouth as he looked up at you with eyes that dared you to try him. “Look at you. Finally bringing a little bit of fight unlike when you were over on that table begging for it all to stop.”

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!” You shouted as you walked over to him hurriedly and punched him hard in the gut. That made him bend his head over in agony as he struggled to catch his breath. “I’m so tired of hearing your goddamn voice. Just stop!” Something snapped hard in you. Anger pulsing through you as you stared at him with big eyes that were full of both pain and bitterness.

Joel was next to you in the next moment, spitting down at David. You ran your finger over the smooth wide box of matches as they sat in your palm. You carefully held the box out to Joel, and he gave you a knowing look. He knew what he had to do.

He took the box from you as your palm opened, his rough hand brushing yours, sending chills down your body at the contact. He grabbed a match out of the box and glanced at you before lighting it up. He was waiting for your approval. There was just one more thing you had to do.

You turned and gave David a hard look, eyes barreling into his. He smirked up at you as he looked from the matches and then back to you. He looked like he was watching a play, begging for the next act to begin. What a freak.

“I sincerely hope this hurts more than anything you have ever experienced before. You know all the history about the witch trials, right? Well, I’m about to burn the worst of them.” A snarl formed on your face as you looked at his lifeless eyes.

He laughed again before he answered you. “Oh princess, you’re just full of surprises aren’t you? You don’t have the nerve to do that.”

He was trying to scare you, make you feel like you couldn’t do it. Well, he was about to be proved wrong because his doubt just made the fire igniting your hate burn brighter.

“Joel, now.” You looked over at him and he nodded, taking your approval. He struck the match against the side of the box as the tip of it caught fire, coming to life. He carefully handed it to you and you took it, being careful not to burn your fingers.

“Light ‘em up,” he said as he stared at David with a hard scowl.

You carefully held out the match, just about to drop it. “Have any last words?” you said shallowly to David. He looked up at you and smiled, the yellow of his teeth catching the light and making you cringe.

“You’re really gonna do it huh? Didn’t think you had it in you, princess. You’re so weak. So vulnerable. Too pretty to be with someone like him.” He jerked his head and snarled up at Joel.

Joel stared back with anger behind his eyes, his jaw clenching. “Better watch your mouth,” Joel hissed.

“She doesn’t belong to you,” David scoffed back.

“She’s mine,” Joel growled as his eyes darkened. Something shifted inside you. Heat rising in your belly that flushed your cheeks. Mine. The words rang through your ears like a song you’d put on repeat. The words sinking so deep inside you that you thought you’d explode right then and there. He had claimed you, and it felt so good.

Focus. You had to focus. You could obsess over how he said the word mine later. Right now you had a body to burn. You took a step closer and reached out your arm, your hand about to drop into his lap full of gasoline.

“That’s right. His. Now go to hell where you belong,” you hissed as you dropped the match into his lap, the jeans instantly catching fire.

The flames slowly consumed him, traveling up and down his body. Even his ashy hair was burning as orange flames fell from his greasy locks. A loud scream escaped his mouth as it traveled through the entire lodge.

You and Joel backed up because the flames were getting too hot to be near. You watched as his pale skin turned dark as the skin was being charred, blackened by the thick flames. He stared at you, not taking his eyes off you. A small smile found its way to his lips and a chaotic, hyena laugh sounded from him. It started low and got louder and louder by the second. He was mentally insane. No sane person would be laughing while they were being burned alive.

The floor started becoming engulfed in flames. It was time to go. Joel placed a hand on your shoulder and started leading you out of the room. You started moving towards the front of the lodge as the room started becoming hotter, your neck feeling the heat of the growing flames.

As soon as you reached the front, you looked back behind you and through the long hallway you could see David still burning alive. His skin was black, all the healthy skin gone. All that was left were the layers underneath his skin. It was disgusting. You gave him one last snarl and turned back to what laid ahead of you.

Joel took your hand in his and led you to the front doors, entangling his fingers with yours. The touch was intense, as hot as the fire that was building behind you. You walked out the front door and felt like you were in a movie with the most epic ending that was ever made.

The cool breeze blew through your hair as you stepped outside into the bitter cold. Joel led you through the snow to a safe distance from the lodge. As soon as you looked back, the building was becoming engulfed in flames. You could feel it coming off the building as the heat rose. Embers lit up the night sky as the lodge became mixed colors of bright orange and deep red. Ashes were seen tumbling through the dark sky, becoming entwined with one another.

You let out a deep breath as you watched the building burn. David was gone. He was finally dead. He couldn’t hurt you anymore. You had done it. You killed him and so had Joel.

You stood face to face with him, your fingers still entwined together. “He’s gone. He’s really gone,” you breathed as you looked up into honey eyes.

“That’s right. He’s gone. You faced him. I’m so proud of you.” He traced his fingers across your cheek, and you leaned into his touch.

“I was only able to do it because you were here with me. That’s the only way I could’ve faced him. The only thing that was getting me through being in that same room with him again…” Your eyes felt glossy as you held back tears.

Joel deepened his touch, and you felt every rough callous on his fingers. His touch was warm, comforting. You placed a hand on top of his, tracing your fingers down to his wrist.

“I wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, baby.”

The nickname made you go weak along with the deep voice that shook your core. The way he was looking at you now…his dark eyes melding into yours. Fuck.

“Did you mean it?” you asked slowly.

“Mean what?”

“What you said back there. When you called me yours.”

He brushed a finger down the corner of your face, his eyes burning into yours. It was so intense, so consuming. A fire started deep inside you, and you couldn’t put it out.

He nodded in response, his eyes growing darker. A shiver ran through you, his response sending electric pulses down your legs. “You are mine,” he said dominantly.

Oh. You knew your pupils were huge, you could feel them expanding as the words ran through you. Mine. He wanted you just as much as you wanted him. He left you speechless. You just stood there letting his gaze burn through you as the flames in the background danced around you.

“Is that what you want?” he asked slowly as his thick Texas accent drawled out, consuming all your thoughts. His fingers trailed down to your chin as he lifted it just the slightest, his gaze burning down to your lips. It was too much, his mahogany scent sending you over the edge.

“Yes,” you breathed out shallowly, your stomach in knots.

He leaned in closer, his forehead meeting yours as his nose brushed against yours. “Say it.” His words came out in a low, sexy voice.

You were holding back a moan from just his voice, his touch burning against your skin. Fuck. “I’m all yours,” you purred.

That’s all the permission he needed. He pulled you in and kissed you passionately. One arm dipped around your low back and the other held the back of your head as his fingers wrapped around your hair.

His lips were so soft and his taste…he tasted like syrup. So sweet and savory. You got lost in the passion, in him. You stayed like that for minutes just savoring each other’s taste and touch as the fire burned brightly behind you.

So this is what it felt like to be completely lost in someone. It felt so good, so right. Joel was your undoing, your undying wish. You’d tear whole cities down just to stare into those warm honey eyes. This was it. You were falling for him, and you didn’t care to stop yourself. It was him. It was always going to be him. And you were okay with this now. This is what you wanted. Him. It’d always be him. For however long you could keep him. Yours.

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He grabbed your hand and led you back to Shimmer. She was still in the same place as before, waiting for your return. She neighed softly when you made it over to her.

Joel untied her from the tree and jumped up on the saddle. He gave you his hand and you took it, using the rest of your strength to lift yourself up. The events of the day had drained you, made you weak. But David was finally gone. Dead. And that was enough relief to have you relax your body against Joel’s.

You sank against him, folding your arms across his waist as you laid your head against his shoulder. “Where to next?” you asked as your voice carried through the wind.

“To Salt Lake City, we’ll head west as far as we can today and stop for the night somewhere safe. It shouldn’t take us much longer to get there.”

“Mkay,” you said sleepily as you rested against him. Shimmer took off into the opposite direction of the lodge, leaving the heat from the fire behind.

The wind was blowing gently against your face, your skin chilled from the cold. You pulled your jacket tighter against you and let the warmth cover you. You looked behind you at what you left behind. The heat from the lodge disappearing the further you got from it, the red embers in the sky flashing in the distance from the fire.

You took one more hard glance at the lodge as it slowly was corrupted to a black ashy lodge, nothing grand about it left. You sighed and turned back around, no more looking back. It was done. It was over. No more suffering. No more David. No more pain.

You squeezed Joel tight, your hands sliding into his warm coat. He took a hand and gently brushed one of yours, his thumb caressing the top of your hand. And that’s how you stayed for most of the ride. No words needed to be spoken for the moment. Just the two of you riding along to your next destination in peace.

You’d follow him anywhere. It didn’t matter where, it didn’t matter how long it’d take. You’d stay with him. Until the ends of time. Yours.

Chapter 22

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#joel miller #joel tlou #joel the last of us #tlou fanfiction #joel x female reader #joel miller smut #joel miller fic #joel x oc #protective joel #joel miller fanfiction #look for the light #angst #slow burn

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