#ah shit the gif got compressed. fuck

[ask-lu-two-and-mew]

hey Mewtwo, where are all your scars from? and have you thought about healing any of them?

Hm... If I'm remembering correctly...

The burn on my tail is from a fight I had with a wild Armarouge. A particularly feisty one, at that.

The one on my snout is from a Honchkrow - apparently, I happened to get too close to its nest, and it took me by surprise.

The oddly-shaped one in the center of my tail is from a Mawile and its trainer. Those jaws are NOT something to mess around with.

The circle-shaped hole in my right ear is from a Cacturne’s Bullet Seed. I have to admit, that Pokémon’s trainer was pretty determined to catch me.

The rip in my left ear is from a Dynamaxed Corvinknight I happened to encounter in one of those weird dens in Galar. Pretty ironic how something as big as that left such a small impact.

The X-shaped one on my cheek is from a Scyther that attacked me completely unprovoked. It was probably pretty young... it seemed to be deliberately looking for a fight in an attempt to get stronger.

The burn on my side is from a powerful Charizard. Its trainer was stronger than any trainer I'd encountered before. I was almost caught in that battle, actually. Thankfully, it seemed like they only had regular Poké Balls on hand.

The smallest one on my tail - the one near my back - that one's from a Diglett that just so happened to know Shadow Claw. I have zero idea how it knew that move - or how it even scratched me. I mean, seriously. Why has NOBODY ever seen a Diglett's full body before?!

...Uh. Anyways.

(CW: flashing images and verbal/visual depictions of blood, injury, and malnourishment under the cut)

As for the one on my eye...

[Mewtwo seems to hesitate while speaking, his expression growing darker.]

...I'd rather not talk about that one.

And yes, I can heal my own scars. But I like to keep them. They're... reminders, I guess. Reminders of what I've accomplished. How far I've come.

...Although...

[He puts his hand over his chest, right on the strange bump in the center. His breathing is shaky, and he seems quite tense.]

...I've only ever healed one scar. One I was certain I didn't want to keep.

[imagination-is-key-in-my-world]

Awkward Encounters

Authors Note: At first, I was going to write this as the reader being in Tessa’s perspective but then I thought that it would be too much of a copyright. There may be some similarities to the story but I have written Tessa in as a separate party. Tessa is still with Noah in this. Also, I will be referencing parts from both the movie and the novels. In this particular fanfiction Tristan is a girl, like the movie.

Summary: You are a freshman at college and your life there started pretty normally. Your best friend is Tristan who is dating Steph who is roommates with Tessa. That was until you went to a party with Tristan and the girls. You had no idea that the mysterious British boy was going to intervene when you come face to face with the Bitch that is Molly.

Warning: Swearing

Pairing: Reader x Hardin Scott

Word Count: 4,423

“Come on Tristan, I told you.” I moan. “I can’t go to another party; I am still recovering from the last one.” I cling to a cold compress, trying my best to shield my eyes from the light that is seeping in through the open door.

Tristan threw a pack of Ibuprofen onto my lap that she snooped around in my bag for. “If it’s that bad, take one of these and get your butt out of that bed.” I groan at the impact from the small box just for the effect. “Don’t be a baby and get up.”

I roll over on the bed to face the wall. “Can’t you just go with Steph?”

“No!” She abruptly spat out. “I want to go with you. Steph is bringing Tessa and I don’t want to show up alone.”

“But you will be with her when you’re there. What’s the point in me getting out of this lovely cocoon that I have made, just to walk you to the party?”

Tristan had her head bent over, pulling her hair into a high ponytail on the top of her head. “You know that what you just said was the whole point.” She sighed. “Everyone is going to stare at me when I walk in there all on my lonesome.”

I eyed the short revealing dress that she was pulling onto her petite and envious body. “You know everyone will be staring at you no matter what if you wear that.” I laugh. “Those legs are going to be the headliner for that party.”

Tristan winked at me and continued adding more accessories to her ever-growing ensemble. “That my dear naïve British friend is the goal of this outfit.” She dropped to her knees faster than I could pry open the antibiotic wrapper. Gripping onto my hand she pulled me away from my mission to rid the world of the swirling furniture before my very eyes. “Y/N, if you do not go, I will literally never talk to you ever again.”

I raised my eyebrow at the sight before me. “Is that a promise.” I bravely say.

“Y/N! Please!”

“Fine alright. Give me five minutes.” I surrender, using every ounce of strength that I had left to lift myself from my comfy nest. “But you owe me, big time.” Tristan’s arms were around my neck faster than I could respond. Her soft lips that I am sure Steph adores, pressed against my forehead.

“I love you so much Miss Y/L/N!” She squealed.

I let out a stiff laugh as I saunter off to the bathroom to sort whatever state I currently appeared to be in.

***

“You know, when you said that this was going to be a cool night for us both? When did I factor into the equation?” I scoff, lifting the red solo cup to my lips. The bitter taste made my stomach curl, but what was worse was not drinking around all these over-the-top drunk people.

Tristan was straddling Steph on the sofa by the side of me. These two did not understand the true definition of PDA and why some people may find it uncomfortable. Including myself.

I inch further down the sofa that was unsurprisingly very sticky. If I wasn’t feeling queasy when I turned up, I certainly felt it now. I try to distract myself from the fact that I had to peel my legs from the leather material just to cross them. The sound was very unflattering.

“Why are you in my seat?” I roll my eyes the minute I recognised the irritating voice that filled me with angst and hatred from across the room. Molly Samuels. Her whole presence just irritates me, and it appears that I am not the only one with this response. I gaze over to my left to see Tessa shaking her head at the general distaste she had for the girl. I lift my cup up to Tessa who shyly mimics. ‘To stuck up bitches, ay?’ I say to myself, quietly so that she couldn’t hear.

Molly pushed Zed Evans and his girlfriend for the night out of her shitty throne causing his date to land hard on her arse. I am sure it wasn’t the first time that Molly has done this to declare her ‘power’ to the whole room. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” The blonde cried as Zed attempted to pick her up from the floor which was soaked in alcohol.

“Does this brat literally think she can talk to me right now?” Molly scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Turning to her so-called friends for approval of her comment and actions.

“What did you just call me?” The poor young girl shook off Zed’s protective arm and stepped right in front of Molly’s nose. Probably not the best move, but I have always found that Molly needed taking down a peg or two.

“You heard me, loud and clear” She popped her tongue on the letter ‘l’ in loud. “A little slutty brat who thinks for a second that Zed will call her back after he fucks her tonight.” Molly’s teeth were snarling almost like a wild animal.

“At least I’m not a bitchy whore who thinks that everyone here is her friend.” There were a couple ‘ohs’ and ‘ahs’ almost as if we were at a panto and not a college party after Zed’s girl’s response.

The second Molly let the words register her hand was leaving that poor girl’s cheek, along with a bright red handprint in its place.

“What the fuck, Molly!” I heard the words clear as day, but I never in a million years imagined that they would come from my mouth. But there I was, standing right in front of Molly, shielding the young girl from another blast to the face.

I could hear people whispering behind my back. ‘What is she doing?’ ‘Is she stupid or something?’ ‘Does she not know what Molly is like?’ Despite being close friends with Tristan, I never would have expected her to step up to defend me, especially when Molly Samuels was involved. She stayed on Steph’s lap; eyes bugged open. Utterly frozen.

“Wow Y/N? Get involved in other people’s business much? Just because your life is too sad, you feel like you can insert yourself into other people’s.” I roll my eyes at her pathetic attempt to rattle me. “You’re just a sad little virgin that no body wants around. Tristan only invited you tonight for her own benefit. Just look around, you don’t fit in here.”

I stay silent. I may have only spoken up once tonight, but that was enough for me. Frat parties are my least favourite place to be. The only reason I came here tonight was for Tristan. I should have left the minute she started making out with the red-haired beauty.

“Cat got your tongue now, bitch.” Molly’s face was inches from mine and I choked on the strong aroma of alcohol on her breath. “Oh, wait I forgot, the girl doesn’t own a backbone.” There were a few stifled laughs here and there. Zed stayed silent, as did Tristan and Steph. None of them making the effort to stand up for me. “Let me guess. Tristan batted her big eyes at you and begged you to come tonight, didn’t she? Then ditched you the moment someone prettier came into the picture.”

I gulp back the bile that I knew had risen to the back of my throat. “Why don’t you go back to your dorm. Oh, better yet, get on a fucking plane and fly back to shitty England. We could only get lucky and hope the thing crashes with you inside it.”

“That’s enough Molly!” The voice behind me held a British twang similar to my own. A voice I had only heard about but never actually seen. The bad boy, Hardin Scott.

Hardin Scott was attractive. Since I got here, I knew he was the talk of the college. Everybody knew who he was and that he wasn’t good news. His white shirt displayed his various tattoos clearly through the thin and tight fabric. His black hair was pushed back to show his piercing eyes and anger set eyebrows. His eyes never left Molly who was stood behind me.

“Oh, Hardin you know I am only messing with the virgin.” She forces a small laugh. “It’s not like I can control the planes is it.” Her head tilts to the side as her gaze locks onto mine, only to intimidate. “I mean I wish I could.” She muttered so that only the people stood around her could hear.

“Do you ever know when to stop!” Hardin barks, not acknowledging me physically. “Do you ever think that you’re the one that people don’t want around?” He questions, moving slowly across the room. I hadn’t noticed but the volume of the once booming music had been lowered to a slight hum in the background.

Hardin was now stood right beside me glaring down at Molly who mimicked his stance. “Ding Ding. Come on guys let’s just drop it!” Nate calls over when he noticed their glares on each other were far from breaking.

Molly was the first to move. “You’re right Nate.” She coos. “Let’s play a game.” She scans the room of her so-called posy who all appeared to be done with her shit for the night. “It’s Friday night. We need to play a game. I will even let the little virgin here play along, too.”

I am very aware that all the eyes were now back on me.

This wasn’t something that I wanted to be a part of. It took me what felt like an eternity to move my feet across the room to where Tristan was sitting. “I am going to head back to the dorms.” I declare quietly to her, but I can tell that they are all listening.

“No please stay, it won’t be the same if you go.” Tristan reaches for my hand which I pull away.

I don’t know why I am letting Molly’s words sink in so much. Everybody who knows her knows that she is full of herself and couldn’t give a shit who she hurts.

“No, it’s late.” It was only nine. “And I have assignments that are due.” I lie, they are all finished. “I’ll see you back at the dorm.”

I start towards the door but I can hear Tristan calling after me to stay.

As I reach the front door to the frat house, I hear Molly’s voice loud and clear. “So, Hardin truth or dare?”

***

The walk back to the dorms was anything but peaceful. The cars were loud and honking at me as they passed. Classy.

I reach for my phone in my bag. I could do with tuning out the world for this half hour walk back in the dark. But my fingers only find a vibrant red lipstick that I couldn’t pull off in a million years.

I stop dead in my tracks. This was Steph’s bag; I grabbed the wrong one during my never-ending embarrassment.

I couldn’t go back, but I couldn’t go further either. Where was I supposed to go, Steph’s key wasn’t in here so it’s not like I could sleep in her room for the night. No cash, key or phone meant that I had no other choice. I had to suck it up and go back.

“Fuuuck!” I shout, not caring that I startled an elderly woman who was placing a rubbish bag in her bin just outside her front door.

“Not a very ladylike thing to say.” I hear a mocking chuckle behind me causing me to jump out of my skin.

When I turn around, I am greeted by the tall British bad boy covered in ink standing about 6 foot in front of me.

His head cocks to the side when I don’t answer him. “You don’t say much, do you?” My eyes scan over his attire, black ripped jeans, white top, and a jet-black leather jacket. “But you do stare a lot, don’t you?” That British chuckle makes it’s second appearance tonight.

“What do you want?” I blurt out, shaking my head at the fact that I was indeed caught staring at the boy.

He steps a little closer to me, closing the gap between us ever so slowly. I watch in amazement at how sexy he makes walking look. “You left this at the party.” I hadn’t realised that he had extended his hand to reveal a clutch bag. My clutch bag.

“Oh!” I speak. “Thanks.” I take the bag from him and prepare myself for the walk back.

“Don’t take any notice of Molly. She is a bitch.”

“Yep.” I chip in, turning to walk back towards the college dorm rooms.

I only get a few steps ahead when I feel a cold sensation wrap around my bare arm. Why the fuck didn’t I bring a coat? I gaze down at the hand that is pressed to my skin. “Where are you going?” He softly says. His tone and action were not at all forceful but something about him made me shiver with fear deep inside the pit of my stomach. I was warned about Hardin Scott. Tristan said that he wasn’t exactly good news around her group of friends. Acting with his fists before connecting his words, that’s what she said at least.

“H-Home.” I stutter, half from the interaction, half from how fucking cold it was. I straighten up. “I am going home.”

“Alone?” He jumps in straight away.

I don’t answer. I just look back at his hand around my arm.

“S-sorry.” He stutters, removing his hand from my arm. “It’s just it’s a long way back to the dorms and it is late.”

I shrug my shoulders at his declaration. “I know.” I simply say and start to walk again but I am blocked by the gorgeous boy standing in front of me. “Oh fuck, you’re not going to kill me, are you?”

“No of course not!” He blurts.

“Good! Now could you” I gesture to the fact that he is stood directly in my path. He catches on to my hint and steps aside.

“You’re not going to walk there alone, are you?” His voice sounding desperate.

I spin and mockingly look around for people, lifting my hand to shield my eyes as I continue my search. This provokes a choked sigh from Hardin. Once I am satisfied with my ‘search’ I say “yep” and continue to walk.

“But it is late.” He chimes in again walking backwards trying desperately not to break my gaze as I try desperately to avoid his. “And you’re alone.”

“Yes, we have established this.” I mock, glaring at the stoned pavement or sidewalk ahead of me.

Hardin reaches both hands out in front of himself creating a wall which stops me from taking another step. “What is your problem?”

I take a step back, alarmed at his outburst. “My problem. You’re the one who has continuously blocked my way for the past ten minutes.” I bark. I try to move around him but he doesn’t budge, copying my actions to stay ahead of me.

“I am trying to offer my services.” Hardin exclaimed but then scowled at his choice of words. I too have a hard time accepting the word ‘services.’ Just as I go to argue he opens his mouth. “Fuck that’s not what I meant to say.” His hands instantly dart to push his hair back out of his face. A nervous tick I assume. What did he have to be nervous about? He is the one stalking after college girls at half 9 at night.

“Look can we start over?” He offers shoving his hands into his jacket. My arms promptly raise to cover my bare arms where goosebumps have started to form. Why didn’t I bring a jacket? “Could I possibly walk you back to the dorms?” His eyes dropped to the ground to stare at a pebble that he toyed with his shoe. Was he anxious?

“Why?” I question fairly quickly.

“I just want to make sure that you get back safe!” His tone wasn’t very friendly. I cock my head to one side. “Sorry, that came out bad.” His tone softening. “I just didn’t like the way that Molly spoke to you earlier and I also hate the fact that you would be walking back in this sketchy neighbourhood alone.”

“Fine.”

***

We walk all the way back to the dorms in silence. Hardin looked uncomfortable the entire time as if he were being forced to be here. I sure as hell did not make him.

I pull the key from my bag and slot it into the lock on the door. Pushing the door slightly open I stand with my arms still draped across my shivering body in the doorway. “Well, thanks for walking me back and bringing me my bag.”

Hardin didn’t budge. His eyes were locked on my body, traveling from my legs to my face. His face turned a shade of white when his eyes caught up to mine. “Fuck!” He announced.

“What!” I jump at his sudden change in demeaner.

“Your lips.” He gestures to my trembling lips that haven’t stopped shaking since I stepped outside of the frat house. “They are fucking blue!” Panic surges over him as he rakes his hands through his hair. “Why didn’t you say you were cold?” He started passing back and fourth in front of me.

“There wasn’t much you could do.” I counter. “My own stupid fault for not bringing a coat.”

I walk inside the room and grab a jacket and throw it on over my shaking body. Hardin enters after me and grabs my hand carefully. “Fuck lot that will do.” He picks up a towel and drags me back down the hallway.

I try to pull my arm back but it is no use. “Where the hell are you taking me?” I say a little too loud. Silently cursing myself if I may have woken up any of the other students living down this dorm.

“The showers now come on.” He tugs a little harder as his feet guide me towards the shared bathroom just a few floors down from my own.

As we reach the bathroom, Hardin throws the towel over the railing and reaches in to turn on the water. I couldn’t help but watch his every move. “Get in!” He cries. Gesturing to the box that was filling with tempting hot steam.

I hesitate. “Y/N, get in the fucking shower.” I jump, not at his tone. But at the fact that he used my name. How did he even know it? Oh right, he was at the party when Molly was insulting me. “If you don’t start undressing now, I will have to start doing it for you.”

I raise an eyebrow but decline his offer, stepping into the box and pulling the curtain across to shield my naked body.

***

Hardin was right, I needed that shower. I hadn’t realised how cold I had gotten from that walk home. I stood in that shower for what felt like half the evening.

I shut off the water and begin to pull the curtain slightly across so that I could reach for the towel that Hardin had placed on the rail when Hardin’s hand slips through holding the towel between his fingers.

“Thanks.” I mutter, draping it around my soaking body.

I step out to find that Hardin’s hair has dropped and started to stick to his forehead in places from the steam. His eyes dart up and down my body, quietly.

I am the first one to break the silence as we stand there in the shared bathroom. “So, I should um, probably get back to my room.”

I watch as Hardin lets my words break him from his still stance. “Yeah, um, after you.” He holds his arm out and follows me out of the bathroom. Something has shifted in Hardin. Tonight, I have seen him; angry, intimidating, shy, solemness and lost for words. It was a lot to take in during a short period of time.

I open the dorm door and step inside. When I hear the door shut, I jump and almost drop the towel. “Shit, sorry I didn’t mean for the door to shut so loudly.” He curses under his breath.

“It’s okay.” I mutter. I cling to the towel as I stare back at Hardin who hasn’t moved or made any effort to leave.

“Y/N?” Hardin’s voice softer than ever tonight, bringing my eyes to meet his. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“What do you mean?” My words coming out slowly. His head dropped to face the floor. Was he trying to count the flecks of glitter on the carpet from Tristan’s body butter or something?

“Why didn’t you say that you were cold?” I roll my eyes, this again. Crossing my arms over my stomach.

“Like I said, there wasn’t anything you could have-”

“I could have given you my jacket.” He interjects. Taking a step closer to me. His body was merely a foot away from mine.

“But then you would have been the one with the blue lips.” I counter. Tilting my head to the side in a modest challenging manner.

This stirred something within Hardin, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. I know that he isn’t used to a woman not agreeing with every word that comes out of his mouth.

I suddenly shake my head as I feel a slight chill spread up my back. I am still in my towel and now I am very much aware of that. Quickly I turn away from his locked-on gaze.

“Can I have some privacy please.” I mumble, not able to turn around to face him. “I need to, uh, get changed.” I add.

Hardin lets out a small grunt but eventually I do hear the click of my dorm-room door close. I don’t know why but I feel a shed of disappointment at the fact that he listened and actually left.

It takes my hands what feels like hours to release the tight grip that I held on to the towel. Allowing it to fall onto the floor.

“You know what-” I hear the click of the door and his voice fill my ears. I jump from my spot in the middle of the room. He doesn’t finish the sentence, instead Hardin slams the door behind him. “Fuck!” His eyes firm but glued on my body.

I quickly try to grab the towel up off the floor, but it is no use. Hardin instantly placed his foot over the soggy material. “Don’t.” He lets that one word fall from his lips as he slowly continues to decrease the distance between us.

“Hardin!” I shout. “Give-” I can’t finish my argument as I find his finger is placed over the top of my lips.

Hardin doesn’t speak, he just shakes his head. His soft hand moves from my lips and trails off to my cheek, holding me in place. My eyes locked onto his own, frozen in place. I watch as his eyes bounce from my own to my lips, seeking permission. His other hand snaked its way around and laid itself on the small of my back, pulling my naked body closer to his.

I was completely thrown off by the audacity of my body responding to his touch, bringing me to him. Everything happened in slow motion from the second we were back in my room. I knew that Hardin was trouble, everybody did. But no one actually prepares you for a moment like this. Where you are stood in front of a gorgeous guy whose whole attention you own. Did I say he was gorgeous?

I shake my head breaking the eye contact trance I was in. “Har-”

“You’re so beautiful.” He interrupts, breaking right through the barrier I was desperately trying to build. Correction, he shattered the wall to pieces and I find myself pushing my lips aggressively against his, hungry for the contact.

It takes him a second to return the haste in my actions within his own. Moving his lips to mimic the speed that I had set for him. It took no time at all for that jacket that he kept holding over me for not taking since we got back to the room to be thrown onto the floor, revealing the crisp white T-shirt underneath.

His hand wandered lower to lay slightly above my bare arse. While my hands slithered up underneath his shirt. Desperate to feel the skin underneath and to trace the ink that it held. The hand that rested on my cheek now held tightly to the back of my neck making it impossible to break the kiss, not that I wanted to.

I could stay like this forever, kissing Hardin has awoken something inside me that I didn’t even know existed. This overwhelming hunger for his contact. I tug a little on the hair on the back of his head which in response summoned a deep growl from Hardin that I didn’t think I was prepared to hear. Any sense of doubt that we should stop kissing left my mind the second I heard that sound.

“Y/N? You would not believe what you missed after-” Tristan stood in the open doorway, her mouth held open just as wide.

Fuck. I jump back from Hardin and scramble for the towel, concealing my naked form from my roommate. I look over to Hardin who didn’t look at all affected by the events in the last ten seconds.

“I can tell your busy so I will just, yeah.” Tristan steps back and shuts the door behind her.

I run into the closet and quickly throw on a set of underwear and a long-oversized shirt that came down to lie just beneath my arse. “I think it’s about time I start locking that door.” I joke as I step through the closet door.

My eyes roam the room for the handsome boy I was just making out with only to be greeted with an empty room. My shoulders fall, “I guess that’s goodbye.” I mumble, trying my best to hold myself together. Locking the door before falling onto my bed.

Part 2?

[holykillercake]

Sweet Doctor

TRAFALGAR LAW  X  f. READER

word count: 1.4k

highlight:  ¨Law doesn't think it's fair that he does all the hard work and people thank God.¨

notes: Very first one shot! Gimme your thoughts and requests, folks!

¨Thank God my shift is over! That was insane!¨ the blonde man threw himself on the couch of the break room covering his eyes with his arm.

¨You don't get me started with this too, Marco-ya.¨ the grumpy doctor sitting close to you mumbled, sipping his ¨please I need help with my addiction¨ sized coffee.

¨Y/N, do you mind explaining? I'm too tired to think.¨ you laughed at Marco's request.

¨Law doesn't think it's fair that he does all the hard work and people thank God.¨ you explained. Even after all those years you still couldn't believe he was for real when he said this.

¨Uhm, whatever, yoi. I blame you, Y/N.¨

¨Wha- wait! How come you blame me?¨ you asked confused and outraged.

¨One of your residents said the Q word while I was on call! I did so many chest compressions I'm skipping gym tomorrow!¨

You couldn't help but laugh at his drama and even Law seemed slightly amused.

¨Maybe you're just getting weak, Marco-ya.¨ he said and dodged a pillow thrown by his friend, you let out an 'ouch' and laughed more. ¨But he's right, Y/N-ya. This is a basic concept, how disappointing.¨ he clicked his tongue and shook his head, those tired grey eyes fixed on yours.

You and Law have known each other for a really long time now. First, you entered the same college and during those years you fought each other for the best grades. It became a little difficult since you always scored the perfect A+. You couldn't convince the professors to give extra pluses for the better answers, though.

After college you both were accepted in the best hospital of the country, you went through residency together, and your rivalry turned into a strong bond.

¨Maybe you should apologize to God, Law,  cause you're meeting him soon.¨ you kept staring at each other with narrowed eyes.

¨Let me know if you're gonna start making out so I can kill myself, yoi.¨ Marco said half-asleep.

¨We'll make it on your dead body.¨ you almost choked on your coffee when Law said it so casually.

He held a smirk while you coughed and slapped him gently on the arm. Your cheeks were so hot you could fry eggs on them.

¨You're so disgusting, yoi.¨ he stood up lazily and dragged himself around the room, gathering his stuff ¨I'm going home. No, better, I'm asking for my resignation!¨ he came closer and placed a kiss on the top of your head, a habit that you grew fond of. You'd always muffle his fluffy blonde hair.

¨Keys.¨ you opened your hand waiting for him to give you his car keys. You never let him drive whenever he was tired like this, last time ended up in a mess. ¨We'll miss you when you're gone.¨

¨I won't.¨ Law kept giving him a hard time.

¨Yeah, keep lying to yourself, punk.¨ Marco patted him on the shoulder on his way out ¨And quit drinking that shit, yoi!¨

The room got quiet after the blond left leaving you and Law in a comfortable silence. That was what you loved the most about him, he always made you comfortable.

After a few minutes of you peacefully rolling through your phone and Law deeply entertained with a medical book, the two of you heard a shy knock on the door.

You shared a look, knowing that it was one of your residents. After all, attendings didn't knock before coming in and the other staff would just beep you.

¨I bet one of yours killed someone.¨ he smiled and raised an eyebrow.

Those moments were precious to you, the way he let himself be relaxed in your presence to do stuff like smiling or even telling some stupid joke. Although you could count in three fingers how many times he had done it.

¨I hope it was Shachi.¨ you teased him and went to get the door.

When you open you saw a girl, you didn't know her name but you knew that she was one of Law's residents. She had her hands behind her back and she seemed jittery.

¨What did Shachi do?¨ you ask her, trying to break the ice.

¨Uh? Uhm, no! No, he didn't... Uhm-¨ she stumbled on her words and you felt a little sorry for her. You tried to be friendly and nice but it didn't work really well.

¨Do you need something, Ikkaku-ya?¨ Law appeared behind you, stepping in since it was one of his. You made your way back to the table, giving them some privacy.

¨Uhm, Dr. Trafalgar, I'm sorry to bother you, but.. uhm...¨ she sounded so nervous and you knew exactly why.

You were pretty aware that Doctor Trafalgar D. Water Law did more than just fix hearts, he stole them. Numerous times you've had old ladies insisting that they were having heart attacks so they could see him. The younger ones were more discreet, though. Not that it'd bother you if they weren't.

¨Dr. Trafalgar I wanted to give you this!¨ she yelled, but maybe not aware of it, you saw how much she struggled to say that.

The girl had a little paper bag in her hands, you saw by the logo printed on the front that it was from a bakery near the hospital, they were famous for the croissants.

¨Oh, poor thing.¨ you thought.

Law seemed pretty confused now. Why was she giving him that? And why that?

You decided to step in and help before you cringed to death. Was that how Marco felt? Poor Pinneaple.

¨I love that place. Which one did you choose?¨ you spoke from the table, trying not to laugh at their helpless expressions.

¨T-The traditional one, with a sugar glaze.¨ she was so red, but at least she could say words now.

¨That's the best one, good choice!¨ she smiled at you ¨I wish my residents bought me stuff too, you got the good ones, Law. ¨

You called him, fishing him out of the ¨need to find a scientific answer for this strange human behavior¨ void in his head. His gaze met yours and you had a telepathic conversation.

< The fuck you're doing? The ¨ignore until she flounders and dies¨ technique?>

<Why is she giving me bread?>

<It doesn't matter! Just accept it and thank her!>

¨Ah, Ikkaku-ya, you didn't have to. But I really appreciate it.¨ You wanted to give yourself a face slap.

¨When you say things like ¨really appreciate it¨, you have to sound like you appreciate it, Law.¨ you thought again.

¨They are fresh from the oven!¨ the girl said cheerful ¨I hope you like it! See you later Dr. Trafalgar! Bye, Dr. L/N!¨ she waved at you before leaving, skipping down the hallway.

You let the laugh you were holding out while the raven-haired man made his way back to the table. He sighed and placed the bag on the corner.

¨She's going to ask later, you know?¨ you pointed at the pastry.

¨You know I don't like it, Y/N-ya.¨ he mumbled like a man-child ¨You can eat it and tell me if it's good.¨

¨I already had and I will, thanks.¨ you grabbed the croissant and began to eat it, internally blessing the baker's soul.

Suddenly, Law found really difficult to focus on his book while you were eating. Maybe he never noticed before or maybe you never ate something so good but the suggestive sounds that came out of you made him get tighter in his pants.

¨Actually, Y/N-ya... I want to taste it.¨ you couldn't believe this guy.

¨Now that I ate half of it?¨ you asked after swallowing your huge bite.

¨It doesn't matter, I'm pretty sure they taste better on your lips.¨

Before you could process his words, he leaned closer and found his way to your mouth, kissing you in a way he never did inside of the hospital.

His hands traveled on your body with an urge, stopping on your waist and bringing you closer to him. Your hands ran through his dark hair as he explored the sweet taste of your mouth.

You had to break the kiss to breathe, your chest was going up and down heavily and your mind was still resetting from his sudden action.

¨Sweet.¨ he licked his lower lip, his eyes exalting lust and passion.

¨I thought you said PDA inside the hospital was unethical?¨ you asked panting.

¨It's just that... you made it look so good I needed to try.¨ he said before kissing you again.

[hopelikethemoon]

First Week (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: First Week Rating: PG-13 Length: 1500 Warnings: Post-Pregnancy discussions about body changes. Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set in May 1993.  Summary: Reader gets used to her first week as a mother.

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“She’s so little,” Javier said quietly, keeping one hand on Josie’s back as she snoozed on his chest. “I can’t believe we made her.”

You smiled at him, drawing your knees to your chest, as you leaned back against the arm of the sofa and watched him. It really was hard to believe that the two of you had made something so perfect. 

Josie had been home for all of a week and somehow it felt like your entire life had been changed for the better. Sure, you still felt like shit after delivering an entire little human being and you hadn’t gotten more then three hours of sleep each night… but life was good. 

“Are you staying tonight?” You questioned, resting your chin on your folded arms against your knees.

“Yeah,” He nodded with a grin. “Gotta be up fucking early, but you’ve got me for the night.”

“Maternity leave is the strangest thing,” You told him with a shake of your head. “I miss being in the office.”

“It’s fucking weird without you, baby.” Javier told you, stretching his leg out to nudge your foot with his. “I miss pulling faces when Chris makes an ass out of himself.”

“So all the time?” You laughed, shaking your head. There was still a lingering fear that the DEA would make maternity leave become a permanent thing. That you would never return to work. 

“I should be home early tomorrow,” He told you. 

“Home here or your apartment?”

“Here.” Javier smiled at you, “I don’t want to miss a moment of this.”

“I don’t want you to either,” You smiled at him, before you moved to get up off the sofa. “I should probably put her down for the night.”

“You gonna feed her?”

You nodded, “If I want a couple of hours of sleep, yeah.” 

“Can I—“

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead as you took Josie from him, “Yes, you can watch.” She rolled her eyes. 

Javier followed you down the hallway, into your bedroom, shutting off the lights in the living room and hall. 

Josie fussed in your arms, whimpering as you cradled her against your chest with one arm, fixing the pillows on the bed with your other hand. 

“Where do they have you going tomorrow?”

“Villavicencio.” Javier answered as he stretched out on the bed, raking his fingers through his hair. “We’re taking the chopper so it should be quick in-quick out.”

“Can you time with my mid-afternoon nap?” You teased lightly.

“Maybe.” He grinned at you, “When are you usually napping?”

“Between three and four.” You answered, shifting Josie into the crook of your arm as you peeled up your tank top. “I hate how they look,” You told him honestly.

Javier’s brows furrowed, “Baby, you gave birth to a baby.” He reached out and rested his hand on your stomach, fanning his fingers out against your skin. “You’re perfect to me.”

Your cheeks burned and you grabbed the small pillow beside you, using it to prop up your arm as you situated Josie’s mouth against your breast. She latched on with ease, sucking at your nipple as she fed.

“You don’t fool me, Javier.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You’ve always been a breast man.”

“I won’t lie,” Javier chuckled. “They do look really nice.”

“They don���t look nice when I leak through my bra whenever she cries.” You reached over and played your fingers through his hair. “But I appreciate the compliment.”

Javier rubbed his hand over your stomach. “She’s going to town.”

You brushed your thumb over Josie’s cheek as she drank, “I’m hoping to get her into more of a pattern. It’s gonna suck when my leave is over. I ordered a pump yesterday.”

“Yeah?”

“Hopefully I can pump when I get back into the office.” You sighed, rubbing your lips together slowly. “I really want to keep breastfeeding.”

“If you need me to say anything…”

“I can handle it.” You assured him.

Javier leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. “I know you can.” He said before falling quiet for a few minutes. He laid beside you, contentedly watching you feed Josie. “How is.. everything healing?”

“I birthed a watermelon a week ago.” You answered bluntly, “A small one, but still a watermelon. With limbs.”

He gave you a sympathetic look, “Are you still bleeding?”

“A little,” You shrugged. “Welcome to being a woman.” You looked down at Josie, smiling warmly. “She’s worth all the weird sensations.”

“Weird?”

You made a face, “I called the hospital today because I felt like I was having a contraction.” He seemed to pale somewhat at that statement. “I wasn’t.” You assured him, “But apparently that’s part of this—“ You gestured to your lower stomach. “Going back to normal.”

“Jesus-fucking-Christ.”

“I do not blame you if you never want to go near there again.”

He huffed, “I’m looking forward to things recovering.”

“It might be different.”

“Good thing I’m here for you then.”

You smiled, “You know, Javi… you’ve really surprised me.” You admitted, swallowing thickly around a surge of emotions. “Shit. Sorry. My emotions are still—“

Javier cut you off with a kiss, “I love you.”

“I love you too.” 

Josie released her hold on your nipple, fussing in your hold. “I need to burp her.”

“Can I?”

Your brows furrowed as you looked towards Javier then. He really was trying to do as much as he could when he was home with you. He’d already missed so much and you hated to think of how much more he’d miss. 

The situation wasn’t ideal, but you were making the most of it. You carefully pass Josie to him, keeping a hand securely on the back of her head until Javier had his hand there. “Let me grab the towel.” You moved gingerly off the bed, not even caring that your tank was still pulled up above your breasts. 

You returned with the burping cloth, situating it over his shoulder so he could burp her. “Gentle pants and circle movements. Like you’ve seen me do.”

He nodded slowly as he followed your directions, gently stroking Josie’s back, before parting lightly. It was only a matter of moments before she burped, spitting up a little milk before sighing happily.

“I’ll be right back,” You told him as you took Josie out of his arms to put down in the nursery. You’d probably get a good two hours before she woke up again — you wanted to seize on the opportunity.

On the way back to the bedroom, you stopped in the kitchen to grab the damp cloth you kept in the freezer. “You know, Javi…” You started as you pushed open the bedroom door, smiling at his sleepy expression. “I don’t think I could have ever pictured you being so… amenable to all of this.”

“Why?” 

You shrugged, laying down beside him and applying to compress over your nipple. The cool cloth helped relieve the tenderness in your breast. It really was a strange sensation to grapple with in the wake of feeding Josie. 

“I don’t know,” You admitted. “I expected you to be very against all of this. Preconceived notions and all of that.”

Javier frowned, reaching over to rest his hand against your stomach again. “I’m all in, baby. I meant it when I told you that. I’m here for the good, the bad, and the—“ He stumbled over his words, “Are you supposed to be leaking like that?”

“Shit.” You sat up quickly, reaching for the burping cloth he’d used to burp her. “No. I mean, it’s normal, but no.” You shook your head. “This is an all day issue.”

He chewed on his bottom lip, “Why does it happen?”

“Hormones, mostly.” You explained. “I didn’t use both to feed her so… this shit happens.” You sighed heavily. “It’s a nightmare.”

“As long as you’re alright, baby.”

You smiled softly at him, “I’m just happy you’re here.” 

“Me too.” He rubbed a hand over his face, “I tried to get here last night but…” Javier’s lips spread into a thin line. “Had to work late.”

You knew what that meant. Only, it didn’t mean what it used to mean. “I don’t care how late you are. You’ve got a key.”

“I’m really hoping to be wrapped up early tomorrow. I can pick us up something on the way over. We can have dinner together.”

“You’re speaking my language.” You rolled onto your side to face him, tilting your chin to press a kiss to his lips as he turned to meet you. “I’m glad you’re willing to put up with all of this.”

You gestured vaguely over your body and your heart clenched when Javier frowned. His entire expression seemed to sour and you worried that you’d said something wrong. 

“Baby, I mean it when I say you’re perfect. Leaky tits and all.”

“Even though I still look pregnant?” You questioned, scrunching up your nose as you met his gaze. 

“You’re perfect.” He repeated, cupping your cheek. “You carried our daughter for nine months and then gave birth to her.”

Alone.

It was unspoken, but there nonetheless. Just like it always was. 

“And if anyone says anything to the contrary,” Javier threatened with a wry smirk. “I love every inch of you.”

You kissed him again, letting your lips linger against his as you sighed and pressed your forehead to his. “You’re a good man, Javi.”

“I’m alright.” He chuckled. “We should sleep.”

“What time do you need to be up?”

“Three.”

“Fuck.” You swatted his chest lightly, “You’re going to need my nap tomorrow.”

“We can nap together.”

“I like the sound of that,” You smiled at him, before rolling over to face away from him. “Wake me up when you leave, please.”

“I will.” He curled his arm around you, keeping you pressed against him. “Sleep tight, baby.”

[samsylviasmoustache]

So have some self-indulgent GLOW fanfic!!

The Birthday Paradox

In a room of just 23 people, the odds of 2 people sharing a birthday are 50:50... 

“Okay, so.” Sam puts his hands down flat on the scored wood of his stolen desk. “Friday night after the show we’ll—”

“Oh, we can’t do Friday,” says Debbie.

He scowls up at her. “Why the fuck not?”

“It’s, uh, Ruth’s birthday.”

“Oh.”

Silence reigns for an awkward thirty seconds. Debbie’s immaculate eyebrows arch. “We could do Saturday instead?”

“Right. Sure. Yeah.”

He roots about his papers, discomforted, until she rolls her eyes and asks the obvious question.  

“Are you… okay?”

It’s not the kind of thing they have to ask very often, both of them usually perfectly transparent to the other. Like a pair of housecats. Just about able to tolerate being in the same room, and good at giving the other space when they come in hackles raised. Their claws generally reserved for other people. Which is probably just as well, given the amount of fur that would fly should they ever turn on one another.  

“I’m fine,” he says, too quickly. He makes the mistake of catching her eye and sighs. “It’s her actual birthday on Friday?”

“Don’t you have all of our birthdates written down on those consent forms you made us sign?”

“I’m not Klaus fucking Kinski, alright? I don’t remember that shit.”

“Who?”

“It doesn’t matter. Forget I asked.” He tries to handwave her confusion away, but she’s damned if she’ll be dismissed like that by him.

“Fine. Yes, it’s her actual birthday on Friday. Are you…what? Wanting to buy her a present?” If she sounds incredulous it’s because she is. The idea of Sam giving enough of a shit about anybody else to go and buy a gift is laughably ludicrous.

“No.”

“Well, what then?”

“Jesus Christ. Will you just—? I mean, can you not—?” He stutters to a stop, scowling; realising he’s going to have to spill. “Because it’s my fucking birthday, too. Alright? Are you happy now?”

She blinks. Of course, Sam must have birthdays. He moves through linear time like the rest of them, despite his efforts to remain firmly stuck in his Seventies heyday. It’s just hard to think of him in the same context as cake and candles.

“Oh.”

He is shaking his head. “Don’t, don’t fucking tell—”

“I won’t. Any anyway, nobody’s going to care.” It comes out more harshly than she intends; she can see it stings from the sudden droop of his moustache. “I just mean: we’re all too old to give a shit about birthdays. Apart from Jenny.”

“Right,” he says, flatly. “We done?”  

“I will… make the arrangements for Saturday,”

“Great. You do that.” He’s making a show of taking out his cigarettes rather than look at her.

“Fine,” she says, determined to have the last word.

He slides open the door to his balcony, fumbling for the carton in his shirt pocket again. It’s a real Vegas sunset outside, the sky a lurid pink. He pulls out his lighter and hears the chirrup.

“Not this again,” he says, cigarette wobbling. The little white cat jumps down onto the concrete from the balcony above, winding herself around his ankles. Against his better instincts he pets the thing, and she starts purring like a thundercloud.

He sighs. It’s a sad fucking thing to have to admit, but it feels nice there’s something in the world that’s glad to see him.

“We’ve got to stop meeting like this,” he says, rubbing his thumb across her little bullet head. Somehow, she purrs even louder; batting at his hands when he stops. “Yeah, yeah...”

She tries to run inside when he’s finished his smoke, nosing at the door as he puts his hand on the glass. “Hey, no.” She chirrups up at him again, intentions clear. “No. I don’t want fucking fleas. Okay?”

Purr-purr.

He sighs again. But he’s always a sucker for a woman who won’t take no for an answer.  

“Hey.”

He looks up from his seat on the bleachers, half-watching Cherry and Carmen plan a match. “Oh, hi Ray. How’s things?”

“Good, man, good. A little bird told me tomorrow is an important day for you.”

Sam groans. “Was this bird named Debbie?”

“I can’t reveal my sources.” He smooths down his goatee. “Is it a big one?”

“Oh, no. But thanks for flattering me.”

Ray grins. “You have plans?”

“Ah,” he squirms, “I mean, it’s a Friday night in Vegas, right? If you can’t find a good time you’re just not looking hard enough.”

Ray purses his lips. “Sure, but it’s a birthday. You’re not inviting friends into town? Or family?”

He swallows. “Well, you know, they’re pretty busy with – with school and shit.” It sounds pathetic, Ray looking at him with something like sympathy in his eyes. And he can’t stand being pitied like this. Fucking Debbie. Why she couldn’t just keep her mouth shut—

“Well, I’ve been waiting to invite you to the monthly poker night,” Ray continues, oblivious. “Sounds like this Friday’s a good fit.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Eleven o’clock in the Sinatra Suite. Unless, you know, your girls decide to take you out instead.”

“Ha,” he snorts, “I fucking doubt it. Thanks, man.”

“Don’t thank me. It’s a fifty dollar buy-in and last time I barely made it out with my shirt.”

Sam bares his teeth in something like a grin. “Sounds great,” he lies.  

Something sharp bites into his neck, dragging him up from the depths of dreamless sleep with a yelp—  

It’s the cat. Curled on his chest, digging her claws into him for reasons known only to herself. “Ow!” he says, grabbing hold of her to stop her doing it again. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She merely purrs in response, as if this is all perfectly normal; trying to lick his face with her rasp of a tongue.  

“Jesus Christ...” He wriggles upright, finding his cigarettes on the night stand, lighting one. It’s a little after five in the morning. Which means he is officially fifty-two years old.

It’s a funny thing, but the older he’s gotten, the more his thoughts turn to his mother on this day. After all, she was the one that put all the work in. He just turned up, fat-headed and late enough to make everything a real ordeal. Starting, it seems, as he was destined to go on.

The fat little cat curls into his side, as he finishes his cigarette and tries very hard not to cry.

The lighting box door opens, noiseless, and Ruth is framed in the lintel. “Hi,” she says. Still wearing Zoya’s face but dressed in a button-up shirt and jeans. The sight of her like that does something complicated to his chest.

“Hey,” he replies. “Happy birthday.”

She bites her lip and looks at her feet. Still, she’s smiling. “Thanks.”

“You have fun?”

“Mm-hm. Sheila has a contact at The Aladdin. We got to see all the animals.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Mm. Sounds great.”

“We’re all going for a drink. Do you… wanna come with us?”

No, if he’s honest. He’s sad and consumed with a horrible kind of nostalgia; thinking back to this day five years ago, fifteen and thirty. Counting all the ways he’s screwed things up for himself, lost every good thing he ever found.

But not Ruth. Not yet, anyway. Why not spend an hour or two in her company before he loses all his money in a poker game? There are worse presents he can give himself. “Sure,” he hears himself saying. “Which bar did you have in mind?”

“Oh, Ray said we could use the member’s one tonight.”

“Really?” Jenny’s party-planning skills are clearly better than he gave her credit for.

He follows Ruth down the stairs and sticky-carpeted corridor, to the door with the Members Only sign. She pushes it open and they are hit by a wave of noise: fourteen variations on “SURPRISE!” and a dozen party-poppers exploding at once, leaving them both covered in paper streamers.  

“What the fuck is this?” he says, stupidly. The home-made banners make it clear enough, one at either end of the long table loaded with party food. HAPPY BIRTHDAY RUTH says one. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SAM says the other.

“Sorry man,” says Ray, coming over to pass him a glass of champagne. “I couldn’t stop them.”

“Jesus.” He shakes his head but takes the glass. “And no poker?”

“No poker,” confirms Ray. “But I did manage to get us some other entertainment…”

The doors at the back of the room open on those words, and a literal circus enters the room. Fire-eaters and jugglers, gymnasts with spangled hoops and spinning plates. He vaguely recognises some of them, performers from a show at their sister casino.

“Thanks,” he shouts over the din. “I guess.” He catches Ruth’s knowing gaze. “And you can stop that right now.”

She presses her lips together, compressing her smile. Eyelashes fluttering as she makes up her mind about something; he recognises the tell even if he has no idea what she’s debating internally—

“Happy birthday, Sam,” she says, and kisses him on the cheek.

And there are too many people in the room for him to do anything other than swallow the sudden lump in his throat; to hope the sudden heat in his face will be attributed to the fire-eaters.

“Yeah,” he manages. “As these things go, it’s not so bad.”