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r0tting-rat · 4 months ago

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DCA PROMPTOBER 2024

Skipped day 3 because I'm weak. Also omg I did NOT expect so many people to like my promptober.

Day 4 - Bells

Pairing: Yandere!Moon x Gender Neutral Reader Warning: Suggestive Words: 1800~ Summary: It's naptime, and Moon is a teasing little shit.

Naptime was a very special moment at the Superstar Daycare, and not just because it was the time when the Attendant Moon came out of his “slumber”, but also because it was the only time when silence fell into the daycare. You clocked in, in the morning, and the upbeat tune of the daycare would already be playing in the background, unstopping until naptime. When it was time the lights would begin to dim, the music would slowly fade away, the Attendant Sun would say goodbye to all his friends and the calm, collected and peaceful Moon would emerge.

As every other day, from behind the security desk, you watched as the nightly animatronic coaxed kids to sleep, singing lullabies, reading stories, covering them in soft smiles and kind whispers. Already smiling, you watched the crouching robot standing up to his full height after putting the last kid to sleep, slowly turning to look at you with his bright red eyes. As always, he would walk closer to you, hands behind his back and a grin on his face, and you would observe his demeanor change. With the kids Moon was gentle, but with you the naptime attendant showed his other face. Vicious, mean, playful and teasing.

-Hi, Shooting Star,- he murmured, -Good to see you.-

-Hi to you too, Moonie.- You smiled up at him, already knowing you were in for a long, long hour of constant flirting.

-Had any dreams about me tonight?- asked the animatronic, resting his hands on the desk on either side of you, as a way of caging you in. Already used to it, you didn’t let yourself feel intimidated like the first time. Moon had gotten quite the crush on you and everyone equipped with eyes would have been able to notice it. He didn't really care about hiding his love from the eyes of the public.

-Maybe. What about you? Did I visit you in your sleep?- You knew animatronics couldn’t dream, and that was exactly the reason why you had asked such a question in the first place. The grin on Moon’s flat face became bigger.

-You know that I constantly and always think about you, my sweet,- he cooed, leaning closer to you, like he wanted to go in for a kiss, -You plague my every thought, you are everywhere I look. I close my eyes and still see your beautiful smile embellishing my memory.-

You inched your face closer to Moon’s with half-lidded eyes, parting your lips and breathing a deep sigh, but exactly when the robot shuddered and tried to close the distance you stood up, pulling away. You smirked, hearing him groan in frustration after being fooled once more.

-What a tease,- he complained, clutching his chest, -Tempting me with something you’re not willing to give me!-

-You’re welcome,- you laughed, leaving the safe space behind the desk and beginning to walk towards the closest arts & craft table. You sat on top of it, and in less than a blink you had Moon kneeling at your feet. The bells sang in the empty daycare as he swiftly moved, literally falling for you with a soft thud muffled by the mats under him. His huge, clawed but gentle hands rested on your knees, prying them just slightly apart so he could sloth himself between them, then rested his head in your lap. You caressed his fluffy sleeping cap, like you would do with a cat, and immediately the robot began to purr something alike to a melodic motif.

-Why must you torture me this way?- Moon begged you, sounding hurt, but you knew better than to fall for one of his tricks. -You hold me, you caress me, whisper sweet nothings and then throw me away! You leave me unkissed.-

Moon shifted so he could look up at you from his position in your lap, and the look he had in his eyes made you tremble. A shiver ran up, from the base of your spine to the back of your neck, making goosebumps rise on your arms and shoulders. Moon stared at you with such intensity, with so much longing, like he could follow the patterns the goosebumps formed on your skin from under your clothes. Under his gaze you were always defenseless, naked.

-You leave me wanting, darling,- he spoke, voice so deep you felt it in your stomach, -Desiring, starving, begging.-

Two claw-tipped hands came to place themselves around your waist, and you gasped. Moon had never gone that far with you, he had never looked at you in that way before. Was he at his breaking point? Had you pulled the string too taunt?

-Will you ever give me what I so desire?-

You wanted to give in so much, you wanted to say it. “Yes, yes! I will!” You wanted to lean down, cup his face in your hands and kiss him, but you were scared. No, you were terrified. Of what? Of not being able to stop. You feared it would become a drug to you, addictive, because Moon had that effect on you. Each time his hands left yours you felt cold and alone, and such solitude could only be healed by his contact. You were scared that, if you did kiss him, all your repressed emotions would surface and you wouldn't be able to pull away ever again.

-Only when you prove yourself deserving of my love,- you replied, pretending like your insides weren’t in complete turmoil.

-What do you want me to do?- asked Moon, and in his voice you could feel all his desperation. That robot, who was far, far stronger than you could imagine and more than capable of doing harm, looked like he was ready to maim and kill for you. He had the eyes of someone willing to rip out one of his own arms with no hesitation if you ordered him to do so, and yet you couldn’t understand the power you were holding in your hands. The little jester was dancing in your palm, mindlessly joking, flirting and courting, but at the smallest order he could become a beast terrible enough to be feared by humans and robots alike.

-I dunno,- you shrugged, -As soon as I think about it I’ll let you know.-

Cuddles had become a part of naptime ever since you had gotten hired at the plex. Moon didn’t even know he was that touch starved before meeting you, but ever since he saw you he had felt a growing urge inside of him which he couldn’t place. He had fallen for you, quickly and hard, and as soon as your hands caressed his face for the first time electricity sparked in his wires. He was touch starved. Heavy on “starved”, mainly because just seeing you left him hungry for more.

As you caressed his nightcap you eyes noticed something unusual in Moon’s clothes. One of the red ribbons tied around his wrists was loose, and the bells were chiming in distress, like begging you to save them. You grabbed Moon’s hand and brought it closer to you, which caused his smug expression to return to his face.

-If you wanted to hold my hand so badly you could have just asked, Nightlight,- he purred, but his expression quickly changed when he noticed his little problem, -Oh.-

He attentively watched as you untied the ribbon without saying a word, gentle, leaving his wrist naked and bare. The sight of it was unusual, new, and somewhat… No, you couldn’t think that, it was just a wrist. The bells jingled happily in your hands as you slowly wrapped the ribbon again around Moon’s lithe wrist, careful and attentive, tying it into a pretty knot. All the while, the jester looked at you wide-eyed. Your eyes met, and his fans kicked on.

-Sorry, my bells tend to slip away,- the robot joked, -One wrong move and they’re gone.-

-You should be more careful then, if you don't want to lose them,- you said, not letting go of his hand yet, -Tie them tightly to you.-

-I will,- he nodded, -I never intend to let them go, I’m just… I don’t want to risk damaging them.-

You and him weren’t talking about bells anymore, were you?

-You’re a very kind robot, did you know that, Moon?- you smiled, squeezing his hand in yours. The soft padding of his palms was warm against your skin, a strong contrast with his cold and sharp claws that were resting on your forearm, with how long they were. Ever since Moon got those upgrades, meant to help with his security job, he had learned to be careful with his hands. He cradled children, he held them and lulled them to sleep, he couldn’t allow them to get hurt because he couldn’t control his own hands! Also, he didn’t want to hurt you, his dearest flower.

-I thought I was a mischievous bastard?- Moon laughed, but he returned serious again when you rolled your eyes. -...Thank you.-

Your eyes looked so pretty in the dark, they were so bright he could see his image mirrored in them. He wasn’t joking when he called you his shooting star. You brightened his night.

Your faces were so close, your nose was almost touching Moon’s faceplate. This time you were the one who began to lean in, slowly closing the distance between you and him, until your parted lips brushed against his heated silicone. So warm, so close, so close.

-Mr Moon?- a child yawned, beginning to get up from her little bed, -I had a bad dream!-

Immediately, you and Moon both gasped, parting from one another like you had been burned. The animatronic’s red optics ran swiftly between your blushing face and the child, not knowing who to prioritize as the heat inside his chassis subdued.

He had gotten so close to kissing you, so, so close. You were right there, he could still…!

-Mr Moon?-

No, he had a job, he had to stick to the rules, as much as he desired something else. Apologetic, he looked at you and sighed.

-Sorry, Nightlight,- he said, beginning to stand back up, -I have to go.-

-Wait.- You spoke hurriedly, like you were scared courage could leave you. Surprised, Moon turned back around.

-Is something wro…?-

In the dark of the daycare, kept hidden by voyeuristic eyes and in the comfort of one another, you grabbed the jester by the frill around his waist, pulling him close with all the strength you had. Your face was burning, your whole world was burning, nothing existed beside you and him, so before Moon could even understand what you were doing your lips crushed against his, and you kissed him.

Should I mention that the entire time I was writing this I pictured @xitsensunmoon's Moon? I'm sorry I just. I love him. (Hope you don't mind the tag jshdjd)

#IM SORRY #MOON HAS AN EFFECT OF ME I CANNOT EXPLAIN #suggestive #fnaf #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf moon #fnaf security breach #fnaf drabble #dcatober24 #fnaf dca #dca fandom #dca moon #moon x reader #moon x y/n #dca x reader #dca x y/n #fnaf sb #rat's drabbles

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midnightorchids · 10 months ago

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hey babe- I sucks so much that your sick and stressed. Maybe some soft Jason HCs will help. - Jason will highlight and annotate lines or passages in his book that remind him of you. He will say them to you late at night when both of you are tucked away in bed to make it seem like he made it up himself. You know he's lying since you have read all of his books but you indulge him. That adorable proud smirk on his face is too kissable not too. - Both of you have scheduled reading dates once a month where you'll spend most of the day just reading on the couch. Your head in his lap or his head in yours. You spend supper that night talking about your separate books. - He loves it when you slightly tug on his hair or gently scratch his skin (non-sexually). It's like a reminder to him that he didn't make you up and that he can still feel you so closely. He's dead asleep as soon as his head connects with your chest and your hands tangle in his thick black hair. He'll smile and giggle like a little kid as you kiss the white tuft of hair tangled over his forehead. - If your a hero/vigilante yourself, he coordinates his patrol times so that you'll start patrol together. He only takes his mask off during patrol time when he's with you on a secluded roof-top or warehouse. The first thing he always asks is 'you ok hun? anything happen?' - After patrol, he's always antsy to pamper you first. He helps you out of ur uniform, sweeping you up into his arms to be placed in the bath. The warm water, scented at your request, settles your nerves, the tension leaving your muscles as Jason starts washing down your shoulders and chest. He settles behind you, your body trapped against his. His legs on either side of you and his thick arms holding you tightly against his chest. His chin usually rests on the top of your head as you ramble about your evening. He'll press soft sweet kisses under your ear and along the curve of your neck, making you giggle. - He'll help you step out of the bath and wrap you tightly in a towel, giving you one of his shirts to change into as he finds his sweatpants. You fall asleep on top of him, nestling into the safety of his arms. Both of you are cozy and extremely sappy. But it's just a fraction of the love that he pours into you and your relationship. Jason falls asleep smiling, knowing that he has the most important person in his life wrapped up and safe tangled in his arms.

You don’t understand, this genuinely just made my whole day, week even!! Thank you!!! These are the sweetest headcanons ever, I would die for soft Jason. I had the stupidest grin on my face reading the first one, he’s such a loser, but in the best way possible. And because of that, I’d also like to add on to that one…!

You know when a song comes on that you know really well and you just can’t help but sing along? I think there would be a time in your relationship where he’d recite you a verse from his favourite poem, acting all high and mighty like this is his own work. You’ll look at him with a small smile on your face, trying to hold yourself back from reciting along with him, but you can’t help it!! Once you start, he’ll stop and get this really cute, sheepish smile, knowing that he’s been caught.

You’ll both let out a giggle and to tease him further, you’ll tell him he’s an amazing writer and that you’re a big fan of his works. This will end in one of two ways, he’ll tackle you and smother you with kisses or he’ll tickle you until you’re both a laughing mess. Either way, this doesn’t stop him from reading out his favourite lines to you and pretending like they’re his own.

The scheduled reading dates one also has me on such a chokehold. I want to be bundled up in a cosy sweater with big blanket and have him lay his head on my lap, while I play with his hair and read to him (I suck at reading out loud, he’d probably make fun of me LMAO).

I also want him to tell me about the books he’s reading, his eyes wide, full of life and beaming with passion.

This is when he looks the prettiest. He’s so excited, he’s waving his hands around gesturing to things, pacing around the room, trying to explain this crucial point in his story to you. You can’t help but stare at him in awe, he’s just so so pretty like this.

#gn!reader #jason todd #red hood #jason todd imagine #red hood imagine #jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd headcanon #red hood headcanon #batfam

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munsonluhvr · 10 months ago

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the divine encounter (18+) - gator tillman x innocent!religious!reader | word count - 2.8k

ᡣ𐭩 part 2

It was in the middle of Sunday mass that Gator Tillman spotted you. You wore a too-short-for-church dress, a snug cardigan covering your upper half. Your hair bounced off your back each time you kneeled, stood up, and kneeled again to pray. You were utterly fascinating from behind, the bounce of your hair mesmerizing, the curve of your body mouth watering. When you turned to shake other church goers hands, following instructions from the priest to share thanks with the congregation, Gator caught sight of your face – angelic. Gator knew he had to have you.

“Back row of church,” Gator’s father, Roy, mutters under his breath. “All because you had to stare at yourself in the god-damn mirror and make us late for church. Now we have to stand in the back like some common folk.” Roy jabs the flesh of Gator’s ribs with his pointer and middle finger, digging into Gator’s skin until he wriggles away.

Gator only sighs softly in response, inaudible to his father’s ears. He lets his mind wander to plan what he’ll say to you, occupying his mind away from church’s tedious rituals and his father’s wrath. Quietly, he thanks himself for spending too long in the bathroom and making his family late for church: he never would have spotted you if they were sitting in the front row, like usual, and you were behind him.

Church finishes with the shake of the choirs tambourine and the high-pitched sound of Gator’s father singing proudly, his wife Karen squeaking along beside him. Gator only played along as religious to please his father; he always felt a million miles away from reality when he attends church with his father, step mother, and half-sisters.

Gator watches as you and your own family exit the pew, filing into the center aisle in the middle of church. The small congregation mingles throughout the confines of the church, the priest making his rounds too. You have your hands clasped in front of you, a small smile on your mouth as you greet people. You play the role of innocent, your hair tucked behind your ears, cheeks tinted pink, but Gator doesn’t buy it, not for one second.

Gator turns to tell his father that he’ll be right back, but he notices his father has already left the pew, annoyed with his son’s ogling at the rest of the churchgoers being social. Gator files out of the pew, joining his father and step mother who are gathered in a small group of community members, supporters of his father's. Off to the side, his half-sisters run up and down the steps outside that lead into the back of the church, squealing carelessly.

With his father occupied, surely for a few minutes, Gator takes the opportunity to approach you. You hang back from your family, eyes wandering to the stained-glass windows that line the walls of the church. How has he never noticed you before?

“You look bored,” Gator says, coming up from behind you. He startles you, watching your eyes widen when you turn, your gaze lifting to meet his eyes.

“Forgive me, but I don’t find church… stimulating.” You say, re-folding your hands in front of you. You lean against the end of a pew, angling your body towards Gator. You feel pleased, too, when you notice how Gator’s eyes trickle down your body, taking in the shape of your figure.

Gator chuckles softly, lifting his hands up. “I don’t either but don’t tell my father that.” He lets his body soften, not wanting to show you his sharp edges so soon.

“Your secret is safe with me,” you say, your voice a low hum. Silence lingers between you and Gator, only the sound of the rest of the church mingling filling the gap in your conversation.

Gator wipes his hand on his pants, then puts it out in front of you. “I’m Gator,” he says with assertiveness. “Gator Tillman.”

“Well, Gator, Gator Tillman; it’s nice to meet you.” You say teasingly. Already you were intrigued with Gator’s presence, feeling the urge to run your fingertips across the contours of his strikingly gorgeous face. “I’m y/n.”

Gator cracks a smile, amused with your sense of humor. Gator had grown tired of the girls in Lehigh; bored of their lack of ambition, their inability to be sexually curious. All they did was lay on their backs, legs parted, letting him use their bodies to please himself. Sure, Gator liked the ability to blow off some steam, take time off to do something other than be yelled at by his father or hunt down law-breaking citizens. But he had grown empty and hollow; he wanted something more, something different.

“Are you new to Lehigh? I don’t think I recognize you and I know everyone in this town.” Gator asks, his curiosity getting the best of him.

You nod, leaning forward to gently tug down your dress. As you lean forward, the fabric of your dress puckers, allowing for a clear view into the top of your dress. Gator gulps as he catches the sight of your bra-lessness, and the gold cross necklace that rests on your chest, sparkling against the low-lit lights in the church. You straighten your posture, pretending to be oblivious to the stunt you just pulled. A flip of excitement forms in your lower abdomen. “Brand new. My dad was just transferred to the police department here.”

Gator raises his eyebrows, attempting to ignore the way his chest thumped against his ribs, the bulge he could feel beginning to grow in his pants. “That’s wild, my dad is the police chief in Lehigh.”

You coo, crossing your arms against your chest. “I knew your last name sounded familiar. So, you’re the bad-boy they told me to stay away from.”

Gator frowns now, disappointed that you have already been warned against interacting with him. You sense his demeanor change and you’re quick to do damage control. “I’m kidding. Plus, I don’t listen to my parents anyway.”

Gator bites at his bottom lip, feeling the need to slip his leather jacket off, the heat of the church becoming overbearing. “Do you want to have a smoke? They’re in my truck.”

You glance towards your parents who are enthralled in an animated conversation with the priest, obviously occupied and unlikely to notice if you disappear for a few minutes. “Sure.”

The weather outside is frigid, winter approaching at a fast pace. Your bare skin puckers against the cold air, goosebumps forming on your thighs. You follow closely behind Gator as you make your way to his truck. It’s an older model, a deep blue, or is it a dark brown? He opens the passenger side door for you, closing it gently once you’re sitting in the seat. Gator walks around the car, getting into the driver’s seat. He imagines turning the car on, driving you back to his home, fucking you endlessly until you couldn’t walk – but sitting beside you in his car to smoke would have to do for now.

Gator leans across your body, fumbling with the glove compartment. The small door drops open, a pile of colorful, empty vape cartridges rattle inside. Gator inches closer, allowing the strong scent of his cologne to radiate off of him. Your eyes flutter, suddenly feeling an intense hunger for Gator in your abdomen. You shift in your seat, allowing Gator to access the glove compartment.

Gator grasps the vape he had been using before he went into church, and hands it to you to use first. In all honesty, you had never smoked or vaped before. Nonetheless, you took the vape from Gator, grasping the neon green cartridge in your hand, bringing it to your lips and then inhaling. The faux smoke fills your lungs, and you cough, eyebrows knitted in disgust as a light watermelon taste fills your throat. You hold your hand out, returning the item back to Gator.

Gator laughs, watching you cough. “You don’t smoke, do you?”

You shake your head, attempting to smack away the flavor from your mouth. “No.”

Gator leans against his seat, his eyes lingering on the hem of your dress that creeps higher and higher on your thighs with each movement you make. Sitting there in his passenger seat, an innocence radiating off of you that he’s convinced is for show makes him wonder how old you are. “How old are you anyway?”

You blow out between your lips, staring straight forward, knowing there is no use in attempting to make yourself older – you will always look young and innocent. “Nineteen.”

Gator whistles, taking a hit from his neon green vape. “We got a young one right here.”

You give Gator a please don’t look which only makes Gator laugh. “I’m just messin’ with you. It’s not like anyone would call the cops. Hell, I am the cops.” You smile, wishing Gator would skip the playful banter and touch you.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” you ask, choosing to be unaware that this question is random and forward.

Gator laughs again, shaking his head. Gator, in all his twenty-seven years of life, had never had a girlfriend; he wasn’t the dating type. Though, he doesn’t feel like admitting that to you. “No.”

You hum, satisfied. You were pent up, your sexual desires beginning to overrule your rationality. You were a good girl, under the watch over your overbearing, strict parents. You were to save your virginity for the man you marry, and because of that, and other temptations that teenagers face, your parents never let you out of their sight. In your old hometown, the boys were similar to trolls, making it easy to stay celibate. Now, however, sitting beside Gator who’s a man, his wandering eye making it obvious that he was attracted to you, you were no longer convinced your virginity belongs to your future husband – it belongs to Gator Tillman. It doesn’t matter to you that you have just met Gator; God may work in mysterious ways, but sexual desire works even more mysteriously.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Gator hears himself ask. His stomach grumbles in anticipation for your answer. He’s pleased when you shake your head no; mostly he’s pleased he doesn’t have to fight another guy to have you for himself.

“You’re awfully pretty, you know.” Gator says, his hand reaching out to brush his fingertips across your bare and exposed thighs. The feeling of his skin brushing against yours makes your skin shiver, your core tighten with lust.

“So are you,” you say, you’re voice coming out lower then you anticipated. Your fingertips toy with the hem of your dress, trying to restrain yourself from your temptations. It’s no use though, your desires overcome your attempts to control yourself.

You lean across the center console of Gator’s truck, holding on to the side of the driver’s seat chair. You break Gator’s personal bubble, though he’s not complaining, and push your lips into his. Gator his quick to let his fingertips intertwine in your hair, bringing you closer to his body. With one hand, he cradles your face, with the other he places on your hip. You sigh softly against his mouth, the taste of his tongue and the flavor of his vape infiltrating your lips.

Gator’s heart thumps against his chest, your proposition catching him off guard. The feeling of your small body pressed against his, your mouth working in unison with his - he is sure he has entered through gates of heaven. Moving his hand from your hip, he grasps your forearm, pulling you onto his lap. You make stealthy movements to navigate yourself onto his lap, yet in the process your rear end brushes against the horn, causing you to jolt in surprise. You laugh softly against Gator’s mouth, and you can feel a smile forming on his.

Now placed comfortably on Gator’s lap, your legs straddling him, you cup his face with both of your hands, deepening your kiss. Gator groans softly, and you can feel him growing hard against your bare legs. Oh, how you want him so bad.

Acting on impulse, Gator lets his hand wander down the length of your body, his fingertips brushing against your panties. You flush feeling his hand against your most sensitive part, wishing you had picked out more grown-up panties that aren’t so frilly.

The feeling of Gator inching closer to touching you begins to make your nerves fray, your head spin. This is the farthest you’ve ever gone with someone; what will Gator think of your lack of experience?

Gator is in his own world, unaware of how your body has tensed the second he put his fingers against your panties. He toys with the edge of your underwear, building up the tension before he plunges his digits inside of you. He has a dying ache to know how you’d feel around his fingers, let alone his cock. With one swift movement, he pushes your panties aside, his fingers finding their way into you with ease. Gator can’t help but smile when you gasp sharply, your lips parting from his. Gator moves his fingers in and out of you rhythmically, moans babbling out of you uncontrollably.

“Such a good girl,” Gator mumbles, feeling how wet you are beneath your panties. Your arousal dribbles down your thighs, down his forearms. He wonders how you taste, how it would feel to have your thighs wrapped around his head.

You feel your body relax as soon Gator’s fingers enter you, and you feel your body respond to the pleasure by rolling your hips against his hand. You hold onto his shoulders, your head leaning back in bliss. Gator takes the opportunity to kiss the front of your throat, and down your chest, maneuvering around the gold cross that rests against your chest. ‘Lord forgive me,’ he thinks to himself. Gator’s mind flips to all the other ways he could pleasure you, putting the back seats in his truck to good use.

You are both in your own world together, not noticing that the rest of the church is beginning to file out the front and side of the building. Your eyes have fluttered shut in pleasure, cracking open occasionally to make eye contact with Gator. It’s then that you notice the side door of the church opening and elderly people begin to exit. You gasp loudly, causing Gator to come back to reality. The bulge in his pants aches, his arousal growing stronger.

“Oh no,” you squeak, climbing off of Gator’s lap. Your cunt feels empty without his long and nimble fingers filling you. You want to know what he cock feels like, how large he is; you just know he’s big. You curse in your mind, hoping that you’ll get a second chance to find out soon.

Gator looks in front of him, letting you get off his lap. His eyes grow wide when he sees his father, still deep in conversation, round the front corner of the church. His heart stops, however, when he sees your father standing in the distance, eyes trained on his truck. “Shit, there’s your dad.”

You look up, your skin beginning to crawl. You quickly re-adjust your clothes and open the passenger door. “I-I’ve got to go. I’ll see you around, Gator.” You offer a small, flushed smile. You feel like you must look stupid, wide-eyed; surely he could sense your inexperience, right? Unbeknownst to you, all Gator can think about is how beautiful you are, the way your blush creeps across the bridge of your nose, the way your eyes glitter against the sun. Gator can’t wait until the next time he can get his hands on you.

“Hi daddy,” you say, quickening your pace to reach your father. Just in his body language, you can tell you and Gator weren’t so slick in hiding your activities together. Your father had made it very clear that you were to stay away from Gator Tillman. “That boy is trouble, y/n, and so is his father. We must not get wrapped up in their wrongdoings.” Your father had said when you first moved to Lehigh, his words firm.

“Princess, what were you doing in Gator’s car?” Your father asks, his suspicions clear on his face. He knew from the second he met Gator that he was trouble, the rest of the police squad confirming his assumptions. Seeing you in Gator’s truck, so smitten so quickly, he knows you and he will be trouble if left alone together.

“We were just praying together, daddy.” You hum, innocently. Your father’s eyes linger on you, his eyebrows knitting together further and further until the creases on his forehead begin to show. He takes in your messy hair, your flushed cheeks, your disheveled dress-straps. He looks until he can’t take it anymore.

“Say a rosary as soon as you get home.” Your father grumbles, turning around on his heel, hoping the grace of the Lord can guide you in a better direction. You nod, following close behind him silently.

As you follow your father towards your family’s car, you glance over your shoulder, catching Gator’s eyes one last time.

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absolutebl · 6 months ago

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This Week in BL - I hand out a couple of high scores & have qualms about pairs

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top. I didn't get many screen shots this week, so welcome to a WALL OF TEXT. Duh duh duh dum.

July 2024 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

We Are Cute (Weds iQIYI) ep 16 fin - TanFang are ridiculous but I have grown to truly love them. ChainPun at the end made me hoot with laughter everyone was a meme of FINALLY. In fact, I loved all the pairs, this was a great ensemble piece.

I was left mildly wondering if Arm will ever lead a BL.

All in all?

I really enjoyed this show. It was slow to find its stride (I didn’t get into it until ep 7) but I’m very glad I gave it a chance. It’s a soft ensemble piece with multiple couples and very little plot, but I didn’t care because it’s not trying to be anything more substantial. Essentially this was a series of vignettes covering one year of uni for a queer friendship group finding love, new friends, and laughter. It’s not being harsh with us or it’s characters the way some offerings of this ilk have been (side eyes Friend Zone and Only Friends) nor did it tumble into Gen Y chaos. In fact, this reminded me more than anything of a refined and elevated Love Sick - just with older characters and occurring within a genre that has matured too. It has that close queer friendship group meets earnest gentleness that made me adore Love Sick so much. In other words, this was Thai BL at its finest, finding it roots again 10 years on, but also stretching upwards and showing us what it could do with that original seed. So? I loved it. Did it blow my mind? No. But it left me smiling and made me belly laugh quite a bit. 9/10

Technically it should probably get an 8/10 - too much singing, but I’m bubbling over with nostalgia rn.

Wandee Goodday (Sat YT) ep 12 fin - I struggled to watch that fight. But that’s because it was so well done for a BL. Lots of speeches this ep. (I said too cheesy right before Dee did.)

I like Drake & Title as a new ship. Hope it sails. Also some decent ace rep.

On a totally different note: Good use of frosting. But… you know I’m gonna say it… NO SINGING.

Final thoughts:

What a FUN show. A charming quintessentially modern Thai BL about a doctor and a boxer who start as a one night stand and then fall in love. Great rep for everything from Muay Thai, to safe sex, to FUN sex, to ace, to bisexuality, to smiley kisses, to the first legal gay wedding in a Thai BL. It’s a delight and I enjoyed (almost) every single moment of it.

An easy 9/10.

I do hope we get more GreatInn.

The Rebound (Weds Gaga) eps 7-8 of 12 - So Ryu’s ma is evil? And Frank is giving me serious second lead syndrome. Also he’s been working out a lot. I noticed my dude, thank you. I don't think we've ever gotten this kind of focus on a side dish before. The show is in dangerous territory, since he's so good he's taking attention away from the leads. Also, I think Zen is completely aware of what is going on with this love triangle, he just doesn’t want to put up with their nonsense. I even like the cute side crumbs.

On a complete aside: why are crime lords in BL always in bathtubs? Asking for… the other genres. Wouldn’t it be hilarious if The Godfather entirely took place in bathtubs? A Real Man has a large… tub.

And we end with mass murder? WOW! Chaotically played my dearest pulp!

Century of Love (Weds Gaga) eps 3-4 of 10 - These boys are playing complicated roles with lots of layers to them. Daou is doing a great job. We can see the old man inside this kid. Offroad... I’m not convinced, he’s chewing the scenery a bit. I actually think he has the more layered and complicated part to play. So I'm giving him a chance to subtly show that cheerful façade fracturing with delicacy. But I worry we may be back in JamFilm territory where one partner can’t quite keep up with the other's skillz.

All of this is to say, this is still a better acted piece than I was expecting. (Although the surrounding cast and special effects are doing our leads no particular favors.)

It’s hugely enjoyable but uneven (with those occasional injections of slapstick humor) I’m not entirely sure the production knows what it wants to be. I wish it had the courage of its convictions to lean into the “I feel you linger in the air” aesthetic. Now that I know Thailand can go there, I’m a bit annoyed when a show like this, which should, doesn’t. Which is not to say I’m not enjoying it. I am. A lot. Just that I should probably lower my expectations. Daou, however, is so damn good, he keeps getting my hopes up.

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans (Fri iQIYI) ep 3 of 8 - Oh no we have a lonely poor little rich boy. Catnip character for @heretherebedork. Meanwhile, I’m liking the layers of the main romance, with everybody having hidden agendas and such. Nice tension. Of course I love the eroticism around smells. One of my favorite tropes. But I’m not sure I buy the relationship chemistry between the leads when this much lying is going on.

My Love Mix-Up Th (Fri YT) ep 7 of 12 - I am growing to love Fourth's version of this character. He’s so frantic and confused, but in a completely different way from the JBL. It’s a bit more whiny and a bit less cartoonish. But it resonates with me more. He's less of a meme tho. The photo moment! I literally squealed, "Gah!!! They are so cute!"

Linguistic moment. Did you hear in the cupcake section that Half went to rao/ter? Very sweet. (The boys use rao/nai.)

Also, yay for the twist on the school counselor character! Best thing ever. I would like the entire story of Nop & Sin GMMTV, please and thank you. Also… NO SINGING.

Sunset X Vibes (Sat iQIYI) ep 6 of 12 - I’m continuing to enjoy this a lot. It’s a fun cast. A touch twee for me, and I’m really hoping they amp up something other than the romance soon, but I don't mind ending my week with these two.

The Trainee (Sun YouTube) ep 3 of 12 - I'm enjoying this show so much, just not as a BL (yet). It’s honest to the internship experience of overwhelm (such as I recall, it's been A WHILE). I’m not sure how much BL I’m getting from it thus far. I mean our leads shared a long glance or two but that’s about it. It’s very slow burn. But I don’t mind that since I’m liking the surrounding stuff. Can't stand the girlfriend intern character tho. I hope she get redeemed. Or killed.

Love Sea (Sun iQIYI) ep 6 of 10 - Halfway through I had already finished my drink out of sheer boredom. Trash watch here.

Knock Knock Boys (Thurs Gaga) ep 9 of 12 - Frankly I’m finding this relatively dull right now. Lovely kisses tho. Best and Seng are great together, consummate BL pros, not a pair I had on my bingo card.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

I Hear the Sunspot AKA Hidamari ga Kikoeru (Japan Weds Gaga) ep 5 of 10 - I like how much we can see K’s intense liking and emotional need for this loud broken kid. And how easy it is for him to admit to that truth. Because what he’s going through is so much worse than admitting to having feelings. The acting is fantastic. Sometimes I forget how great Japan can be. And then they decide to remind me. Oh, it’s SO GOOD.

Takara's Treasure AKA Takara No Vidro (Japan Mon Gaga) ep 3 of 10 - Another one I’m finding boring. Just japan’s version. The vintage yaoi “old dude creep trope” I see. It’s been a while.

It's airing but...

Meet You at the Blossom - it's your funeral (or, more likely, one of the main characters'). You can argue but... statistics. You know my feelings on this matter. MY BLOG, remember?

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In case you missed it

The Time of Fever AKA Unintentional Love Story 2 (Korea movie) trailer released to Korean theaters 5/25. HoTae & DongHee, side couple from Unintentional Love Story are back! Same actors, same character names. I love them. Devastated this hasn't had international distribution. I demand you tell me the moment you find it!

The Last Time (Thai Fri YT) - Got bumped to Aug 2. Convoluted story of loss and possible reincarnation or something.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Upcoming BLs for 2024 are listed here. This list is not kept updated, so please leave a comment if you know something new or RP with additions.

July Releases Still To Come

7/24 I Saw You in My Dream (Thai Weds Gaga) - Dee Hup is behind this one so I have high hopes. Younger boy chronically teased his whole life by the older boy next door suddenly starts having horrific prophetic dreams about his bully and must save him.

7/26 4 Minutes (Thai Netflix or iQIYI?) - Great, a rich boy studying business at uni, suddenly gains the supernatural power to see four minutes into the future.

7/29 Battle of the Writers (Thai ????) - trailer here, TutorYim return, and while I adore them, I really hope this is better than Middleman's Love. Won't be hard. However: the premise? Ugh. Something something authors fighting - save me. Why don't writers understand that nothing is more boring than writers?

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENTS

No time this week, I'm having computer issues.

(Last week)

Streaming services are listed by how I (usually) watch, which is with a USA based IP, and often offset by a day because time zones are a pain.

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

Sigh, Tumblr in it's infinite wisdom doesn't like too many tags.

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delirious-donna · 6 months ago

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Best Laid Plans [Part Two]

“Ah. Your timing could not be more perfect, Levi. I assume you heard my offer and felt compelled to interject personally?” Erwin surmised with a knowing smile. Levi wished he could knock his teeth in.

story summary: Levi isn’t hungry, or so that’s what he claims. A vampire must drink to survive, and his sire refuses to let the man give up without trying every trick up his sleeve. When a new ‘donor’ appears, one who is different from all the rest, will Levi be able to keep resisting?

pairing: Levi Ackerman (vampire) x female reader (human)

warnings: nothing really just vampire antics and allusions to mysteries in both the reader's and Levi's life and backstory, SFW, this is a slow chapter but it is setting up plot points so please bear with me, Erwin is so calculating and I love it...

Part One | Masterlist | Read on AO3 | Part Three

“What does it mean if your blood sings?”

The question pierced through the oppressive silence like a thorn pricking fresh, unblemished skin. Two sets of eyes fixed on your huddled figure in the back seat of the car, Hange at your side and the driver through the reflection of the rearview mirror.

You had always wondered why the myth of vampires casting no reflections was so prevalent when it wasn’t true, but now wasn’t the time to dissect the nuances of vampire lore.

If their expressions alone were not enough to tell you that they were uneasy, then the short sharp gasp from Hange’s throat surely did.

“Is that… did he say that your blood was singing?” Hange finally asked, humourless and at full alert.

You chewed at your fingernails, a habit you hadn’t indulged in years, and slowly nodded. The weight of the driver’s eyes felt uncomfortable, forcing you to curl further into yourself to hide from his penetrating stare. Hot fear trickled down your spine, the sense that perhaps you shouldn’t have voiced your question was overwhelming. You felt foolish for speaking at all. It served as a reminder that whilst you had been met with nothing but kindness, these people were not your friends.

“We have to report this,” the driver said directly to Hange.

“Hold your horse, Miche! Stop acting so whipped. It might be a simple misunderstanding.” The brunette turned their body towards you, slowly reaching for your hand like you might do to a fearful child. “Can you tell me exactly what Levi said?”

Their touch was cool, and a tingling sensation spread from your fingertips right through your hand and up your arm. Your mind hushed; the overabundance of noise shooed towards the periphery of your conscious as if soothed by the physical connection. In your right mind, you might have questioned if something else was at play, but the thought was so far removed that all you could think about was the man you had been reluctant to leave behind.

His stern face was imprinted behind your eyelids so that each time you blinked, he flashed back at you with those grey mercurial eyes swirling ominously. The words were so clear in your memory that it felt like you were still living in that moment, his voice so ragged with rage and what felt like fear that you wanted to run… but in which direction? The shift had been sudden, so completely unexpected and you didn’t know why you had any emotions other than terror when you knew nothing about him.

“He said… ‘your blood, it’s singing to me.’ I don’t know what he meant but he looked terrified by it. Is that not normal? Is there something wrong with me? With my blood?”

Panic rose along with bile in your throat. Memories flashed behind your eyes and threatened to consume you. Images of hospital wards along with sensory overload, the smell of antiseptic and death, the sound of constant beeping machines and the harsh glare of fluorescent white strip lighting. It was not the time and place to be succumbing to your worst memories, you were not as safe as they wanted you to feel.

Your fingertips dug harshly into the meat of your palms, deeper and deeper until you could concentrate on the pain of nails embedding sharply into skin.

Hange stared at you intently.

Little did you know that their heart was jumping wildly in their chest from the excitement of what this could mean. Unlike Levi, they recalled the stories of old that Erwin would regale them with and the wistful expression he would wear whilst speaking. If what they remembered was true, this discovery could be monumental, and not just for Levi—though he likely didn’t realise either way—but for every vampire.

The balance of power would be disrupted, of that they were certain. The scientific part of their brain was loathe to discuss it so soon with Erwin, despite Miche’s immediate inclination to do so. Wouldn’t it be far more intriguing to let events play out just for a smidge longer...? To tease out more information that was very likely being held close to the chest right now. It would be naïve to think that Erwin didn’t already have some inkling, especially when thinking back to just how pleased he had seemed when you walked willingly into their world. Right now, it was important to settle your anxieties.

“Hey, don’t worry. Your blood is fine. You are fine, more than fine! Let’s get you back to the estate and to your quarters, I’ll even call ahead and have a bath waiting for you. I think a nice hot soak will help you clear your head.”

Hange was already lifting the phone to their ear, listening to the dial tone whilst you stammered and hiccupped about not wanting to be a bother. Their eyes rolled over and there was a sense of deflation at your meek display. Levi would walk all over you if given half the chance, or at least send you running for the hills if he was feeling magnanimous.

Where was the strong woman from earlier? The one who had squared their shoulders and walked towards their fate with head held high and not a falter in their heart rate. Ten minutes in the presence of Levi Ackerman had reduced you to the mass of nerves sitting beside them, and they scowled at that fool of a man.

He didn’t know what to do with himself. He supposed there wasn’t much he could do, not without crawling back to his master and he was loathe to do so. It would prove that he needed Erwin Smith and there was not a single desire in his body to let that be proved true.

Levi paced the width of the room, and every pace increased his frustration, confusion and annoyingly, his curiosity. He could still smell you in the room, if he closed his eyes, he could believe you were still here, still sat with that impossibly brave demeanour cloaking your true feelings and those inquisitive eyes.

There was a vein of trepidation in his wandering mind… could you know more than you let on? Perhaps you were in cahoots with that bastard to bring him to his knees like he wanted but could not achieve on his own.

No.

Your expression when he spoke of the song of your blood was truly innocent, or at least, innocent in this particular matter. A fear that mirrored his own reflected back from your eyes and absolved you of the sin of knowledge. Levi couldn’t or wouldn’t admit to why this soothed him. It shouldn’t hold any weight, but it did. It did.

He pushed a hand, trembling with barely restrained fury, through his hair and growled aloud as he strode back to his desk. The phone he hated to use was in his hand, the number imprinted on his memory punched out without thought and with two short rings, it clicked over to a commanding baritone that sent nails down a chalkboard in his head.

“I’m surprised it took you this long, Levi. Your restraint is to be marvelled, if not exactly admired.”

Levi counted silently, biting down hard on his tongue to stop himself from making demands that he might come to regret. If Erwin were to find out that he had exploded at the thought of his sire tasting your blood… well… he would use that information against him and leverage it for Levi’s cooperation and return to the fold.

“Shall I continue to talk, and you simply listen? Doesn’t sound very fun for me,” Erwin continued.

“Bullshit. You’ve always loved the sound of your own voice,” Levi countered with a hiss. He couldn’t stand the humour filling Erwin’s words when he felt like his insides were being ripped apart.

“Come now… there is no need for foul language.”

The sound of Erwin reclining in his chair painted the image vividly through Levi’s mind down to every minute detail. He may as well be in that office, the one he had been in so many times he couldn’t count. The scent of ink wafted through his nose, followed by traces of cloves and honeysuckle from the gladiolus adorning every windowsill.

Levi gritted his teeth and exhaled deeply through his nose. “You expected my call, why?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Erwin chirped merrily.

“Answer the fu—” He paused to reel in his temper. “Answer the question.”

“She’s special, I guess you noticed it too given your reaction. Did she taste as sweet as I thought she might?” Erwin asked with more than a hint of genuine curiosity that had Levi pausing in his tracks.

Erwin hadn’t tasted her. He wished desperately that the sense of relief flooding his system didn’t toll his own doom, but he could ponder that foreboding thought later. Without realising, he had slumped into his chair. Every muscle eased as the high alert drained out of his body and left behind the hunger that was now so potent he could barely move a finger without the ache snapping to life with a bark.

“I wouldn’t know,” Levi admitted sullenly.

There was a clatter on the other side of the line. “You resisted again? Are you out of your mind? I don’t know what the hell to say… Levi, do you know what someone would pay to sample a donor that unique?”

“Will you shut up? I’ve told you that I don’t want to do this anymore. I’m not some young brat that you need to haul back into line and you of all people should know that.” Silence met him, heavy and meaningful. After a beat, he added a concession. “Not that I really got the chance anyway, she was escorted rather hastily out of my home by your lackeys.”

At that moment, there was a faint knocking on Erwin’s side of the conversation and Levi held his breath when Hange’s voice drifted into his ear. They gave a very brief rundown of what had transpired, far briefer than Levi deserved given how recklessly he had acted. He was busy wondering what Hange was up to when your voice piped up and his body jolted upright.

“Did he hurt you, my dear? He can be rather coarse, and I apologise for not warning you thoroughly,” Erwin enthused. Levi wanted to scoff but he had the feeling that no one in the room knew he was listening in except for Erwin.

“No no! You misunderstand… he didn’t do anything wrong. I-I think maybe he doesn’t like me, that’s all. Perhaps I’m not the match you believed me to be.”

Levi wanted to grab you by the shoulders and shake you. Why the fuck were you covering for his actions? They were inappropriate and you should be doing everything in your power to be kept away from him and here you were… protecting him. Stupid human.

“Oh, is that right? Well… I think Levi liked you much more than he expected to and that scared him. I urge you not to hold that against him, he has been trying to starve himself this past month and the hunger can be overpowering, even for us old-timers.”

“Hm. That makes sense, I guess. May I ask—why is he not feeding? Is he sick?” you asked with a thread of worry in your tone that wound around Levi’s withering heart. It pulled tighter and tighter with every faint thump the dying organ gave.

Erwin made a noncommittal noise, and Levi could practically envisage the shoulder shrug that more than likely accompanied it. Vampire politics were rarely up for discussion amongst vampires, even less so with donors, no matter how special they might or might not be.

“That might be a question for the man himself. However, since you seem unsure of his interest, I must ask if you would consider being a donor for someone else in my clan? I would hate to see a good investment go to waste…”

The bastard!

Levi shadowstepped without realising.

His focus on Erwin’s voice would always be enough to tether him to his location and he stopped short of stalking towards the much taller man with murder in his eyes only by the surprised scream that you gave at his sudden appearance.

“You-you were listening?” you asked, eyes scanning around the room but continually returning to Levi and searching his eyes.

He turned to face you directly, ignoring the jab at his expense in favour of wrestling his temper into submission. The song of your blood started immediately this time. Unlike the first meeting when it hadn’t been initially apparent, now it resonated in his ears and calmed the worst of his ire.

You were doing everything in your mortal power to not look scared and that both annoyed and pleased him. He had seen far less foolish humans be eaten alive by the predators he considered his kin, and he doubted you understood how dangerous this situation could be.

Levi hadn’t dared to mention the blood singing to his sire for fear that the information would be used against him, or worse that it would bring harm to his or your door. He hoped you wouldn’t have mentioned it to anyone either, but he couldn’t know for sure until he had the opportunity to speak with Hange and Miche, who were both surprisingly absent.

For now, he could only pretend not to hear its sweet melody—a torturous task when all he wanted to do was reach out and pull you into his arms so he could run his nose along the thumping pulse in your neck.

“I must apologise once more. I thought I had disconnected our phone call but apparently, I was careless,” Erwin lied easily. “Levi called me because he was concerned for your welfare, isn’t that right?” The blond turned to Levi, his artic blue eyes twinkling with the challenge to defy him.

The desire to choke him out was palpable, his fingers twitching whilst they curled into tight fists and then flexed loose. He hated to be baited like this. Erwin knew this, of course, he did. More than a couple of centuries together would teach you a thing or two even if you weren’t as infamously observant as Erwin Smith.

Levi swallowed his pride and called out your name, the syllables melding together on his tongue like a lover’s caress. “I should be the one apologising. As you have been informed,” he glanced towards Erwin who had moved back towards his desk to give the two of you the illusion of space, “I haven’t been eating for some time and my emotions got the better of me.”

“It’s okay… no one got hurt and—”

“Whether or not someone got hurt is beside the point.” Levi pinched the bridge of his nose. “I acted rashly, and you deserve far better than that. Would you allow me a second chance to get to know you before I decide if you are a good fit as my donor?”

You paused, mouth forming a perfect oval and the rogue thought of placing his finger inside to feel the warm velvet of your tongue struck across his conscious like a lightning bolt. He wanted you. He didn’t want you. He wanted to push you away so hard that you would never dare to approach him again. He wanted to bring you into the safety of his arms to protect you until your dying day.

It was too much, and the confusion was the worst of it.

“I think I’d like that,” you sighed breathlessly, the skin of your décolleté heating from the sudden rush of blood to the surface and that was the final straw.

“Until then, goodnight.”

Levi shadowstepped before you or Erwin could think to stop him. He walked the hallways towards his bedroom and thought about that smug bastard’s face with every heavy stomp of his foot against the carpet. Whilst the idea of leaving you there with him made his blood boil, it was for the best. He couldn’t afford another outburst when things were so precarious.

Inside his bedroom, he went to his private collection of books and pulled out a stack for research. He needed to know everything he possibly could about blood singing before Erwin caught wind of the situation. If there was a way out of this predicament then he needed to know and fast, because he would be damned if his carefully laid plans were going to be destroyed this easily, and yet…

The best-laid plans of mice and men so often go astray.

#delirious writes #levi ackerman #levi x reader #vampire au #aot fanfiction #levi smut #levi angst #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi x you #aot angst #aot smut #attack on titan fanfiction #attack on titan x reader #snk x reader

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 5 months ago

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Backburner 5

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: your boss is easy going until he’s not.

Characters: Sam Wilson, this reader is known as Dizzie.

Author’s Note:Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

You sit in the passenger seat, legs locked, spine rigid, head straight. Sam drives without a care, singing along the Motown tune buzzing from the speakers. You stare at the traffic in dread, wincing each time he reaches to shift gears.

As you get past the urban core, a sudden realisation dawns on you like a sheet of ice cocooning your body. You blink and take in the unfamiliar street. This isn’t the way to your place. You’ve been too stunned to even offer your address, or maybe you just assumed Sam knew it.

“Diz, you’re not usually this quiet,” he turns down the music then moves his hand to the back of your seat, steering with one hand. “Whatsa matter, baby?”

“Sam... sir,” you cross your legs. He quickly reacts and slaps his hand onto your knee. “I don’t live down here.”

“I know, baby, I do,” he snickers and pulls your leg back down. “You roll up that skirt for me and let me have a peek.” He shifts and kneads along your thigh, “it’s been a long day.”

“Sam,” you whimper, “please, this isn’t... you’re my boss.”

“That’s right, Dizzie, that means you do what I say,” he tickles along the bottom of your skirt.

You squeak and catch his hand before it can go higher, “I’m scared.”

He chortles again. “Why’s that? Don’t tell me a girl like you’s a virgin. I just can’t believe that. Not wearing what you were on Friday.”

“Sir!”

“You keep calling me sir and I’ll just have to pull over,” he threatens. “Mmm, you make all those little noise when you’re on a man?”

“Huh?” You gulp.

“You know, when you’re thinking, you squeak and all that. You gonna do that on my dick?”

You flinch and shove his hand off your lap. You look around desperately as the car keeps moving. What do you do?

“If you were gonna run, you woulda done it back at the office so let’s stop play, honey bun,” he swerves the wheel to drive up a long drive.

You press yourself to your seat and peer up at the large modern facade. It’s a nice house. That’s such a stupid thing to thin about in that moment but it’s easier than reality. You well cling to that cracked shield of denial until it’s in splinters.

He jabs the button to flip the engine and the car quiets. He taps the button on his seat belt and it repels over his shoulder. He gets out as you remain strapped in the passengers’ side.

He rounds the hood as you stay where you are. He opens the door and stares down at you. You can’t look at him. That will make it real. You don’t understand how he can do this.

“Sam,” you say to the windshield, “you’re a nice guy. A good boss... why?”

“Diz, I’m getting real tired of talking,” he huffs as his fingers tap above you on the car roof. “I just want you to think about something. When I tell HR you slipped your panties into my bag, do you think they’ll give you warning or fire you?”

You hug yourself and peel your eyes away from the scenery. You pout up at him, “It was an accident.”

“Was it? And now you’ve followed me home. When they check your phone tracking, oh, baby, they would put two and two together, wouldn’t they?”

“But I wouldn’t-- why would I?”

“It’s not about the truth, Diz.” He bends down to eye level, gripping the door as he does. “You don’t get this far in business being honest. You just gotta make people believe in you. You believe me, don’t you Diz?”

Your lip quivers and his dark eyes fall onto the tremble. He pokes his tongue out and hums. You seal your mouth and swallow. Tears prick hotly as the heat flows through your body.

“I’ve always been nice to you, Diz, even when everyone said you were stupid, huh?” He reaches to caress your cheek. “Because I know you’re not stupid.” He smirks, “you’re smart enough to get your ass up and walk into that house. Right now. Aren’t you?”

You stare at him as the timber in his voice sinks like iron. You’ve never heard him like this. He’s never looked at you like that.

You reach for the buckle and press down. The belt recoils and you focus on your body. Your insides are jittering. You turn your legs out and grasp onto the door as you stand. He stays close, crowding you. He puts his hand on your hip and guides you, closing the door with a snap.

He turns you to walk towards the house. Your legs are jelly. You trip and he catches you before you can fall. You squeal as he spins you and scoops you up in his arms. Your skirt flips up and the air grazes your ass. You wriggle in his hold as he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Don’t worry, baby, I got you,” he purrs as his dark eyes blaze ahead. “You’re always taking care of me, let me take care of you.” He looks down as you try to pull your skirt down your thighs. He bites his lip and growls, “bet you taste sweet like those smoothies, huh?”

#sam wilson #dark sam wilson #dark!sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #backburner #series #au #bad bosses #drabble #mcu #marvel #falcon #captain america #avengers

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sprixyn · 3 months ago

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hello future us … or future me. (i hope not. i hope you aren't alone again.) i had some questions, i guess. you don't have to answer them, but… please, would you? i'd love to get a letter back. i'm so lonely right now.

do you have a cat? i hope we have a cat.

do you still have those dreams where you meet someone who finally understands, who makes you feel safe and trusted? and who you trust back? all the way, not just mostly. and it's not one of us, not just someone inside your head, not someone you can convince yourself isn't real. and you just feel safe.

and do you still wake up from them with tears streaming down your cheeks?

or the ones where they're still alive, where it was all just some kinda fucked up joke? or even the ones that tell you that we need to tell someone that we love them? or stop isolating ourselves so much?

and do you still spend the day after feeling like you're being held down by a hundred river stones?

do you still climb trees? and ask them things? and can you still hear their answers if you listen long enough?

did you make it out of here?

do you still flinch when someone touches you? especially from behind? or when a door slams, or something falls, or a voice is raised, i guess. do you still feel sick and frozen and helpless then?

do you still feel trapped in hugs? and do you still turn the door handle so slowly, and pull it open so gently, making sure the hinges don't make a sound?

do you still feel a pit in your stomach when you wake up sometimes? like some sort of black oozing ball of grief. a bit like the one inside that dragon from that movie that we really like.

do you still like playing in the rain? i like playing in the rain.

i like to go outside naked. they used to call it "nature's shower" and make jokes about how we needed a shower, since we didn't usually do it for ourselves.

do those kinds of jokes still hurt you a little bit? not enough to make a big fuss, or cry, or get angry like you wanted, since you knew it would just make them sad again. and you don't want to make them sad again.

just a little pang in your chest, y'know? do you still get those?

do you still make them sad a lot? the others keep telling me it's not my fault. but i know better. because it always has been, hasn't it?

…hasn't it?

are you better at saying "no"? even softly, and apologetically, because you know it might hurt them for you to care that much about yourself

do you still apologize too much? kind of just for existing or taking up space. you know the ones i'm talking about. it's annoying, you know. people won't take your actual apologies seriously if you do it too much. you should really stop that.

do you still let it all build up until it explodes in your face? because letting it out, even in tiny bits, hurts too much to bear. or it would hurt others. or maybe you just think it will? or… maybe. maybe you're just scared.

…do you still miss him?

i miss him so much. i hope you don't. it hurts like a motherfucker.

do you still shame yourself for loving the things you love and the way you love them?

do you still sing and play and draw all the time? i know you're probably pretty busy by now, but you should still take some time for it, y'know? it's kind of all that's keeping me here right now.

ha. i guess it's what's keeping you here, too, then. or why you even exist at all, if you do. holy shit, what if i'm talking to a ghost right now. or like… all my bereaved loved ones. or some kid 100 years from now, if the earth can still sustain human life.

uh… if that's the case, hi guys. sorry about all the melodrama in this one. please don't read it out at my funeral or something, that'd be sad. you should be listening to something fun and dancing instead. that's what i'd want.

i think i'm just gonna proceed assuming there's some kind of actual future me reading this. that was a weird side tangent.

do you have new friends? old friends? you should check in with some of them. i want to know how they're doing, too. …are they still around? i hope they're still around. at least for a decent amount of years. they deserve that.

do you still fight for what you think is right, even when it feels like the whole world is against you? are you still stubborn like that? i hope you didn't give up hope and become complacent like all the others. i hope you still think we can make things better, even just a little bit. even just by making stupid poems.

do you still cry in public, even though we got really good at hiding it? this is gonna be hypocritical, but you don't have to be embarrassed about that kind of stuff, you know. we're just a person. and a bit of a fucked up one at that.

do you… nevermind. this is getting too long. nobody's gonna read it if i write more, especially not you, knowing our attention span. ha. actually, did you un-fuck that up? that would be cool.

i know i'm pretty young. you don't have to listen to me. not a lot of people do. but maybe i have some wisdom to share, too, right?

people are always saying that, aren't they? "listen to your inner child".

would you please listen to me? please don't tune me out. i think you're the one person who's really supposed to listen and really might hear me

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horny-p0et · 4 months ago

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sfw dadbur blurb

so sorry this second part took forever 🦭 anon, hope it was worth the wait! this was also sort of weird to write since i don't ever want kids lol. made this sort of vague, any gender and ages from infant to child. enjoy some cute fluffy stuffs, got a lot of writing in my drafts that should be coming soon enough :) askbox open for requests and anything else you wanna send my way.

nsfw dadbur here

warnings: none, just fluff c:

wordcount: 493

dont like, dni. please just block me and move on.

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taking any excuse to bring up his kid, even for the most minor reason. someone's eating icecream? he's telling a story about how they made a mess of some vanilla last night. a cute plushie in a storefront? he's bragging about his kid's impressive collection and love for stuff toys.

sings lullabies to them every night, sometimes with a guitar but usually with the baby cradled to his chest as he sings 'la vie en rose' until they fall asleep.

once they're big enough he tries to get them into music, they've always loved listening to him play and slapping their tiny fingers against the strings. ends up buying them their own ukulele when they're 5, practicing with them during his free time.

starts taking them to rehearsals, making sure they're wearing big headphones to keep their ears safe. smiling when he sees you two on the other side of the recording glass, distracting him from the chords he's supposed to be playing.

takes a million photos and videos of ever milestone or tiny moment. doesn't post any of them, but shows all his friends and family, he's endlessly proud of his baby.

while he's away on tour it breaks him, knowing he's missing crucial bonding moments. you remind him its his job, and he can facetime you guys anytime he wants, even to just say hi. sings and plays soft acoustic songs in videos to play for the baby when they ask for daddy.

cuddles you with a possessive hand on your tummy, thumb rubbing circles on the flesh as he quietly asks if you want to make your family a little bigger. he's an only child, and he likes the idea of having a big, loving family.

when baby two comes along, the first is starting primary school and growing up fast. watches with a dumb smile on his face as the older one teaches the toddler to play piano, although its more mashing keys awkwardly. but they're both giggling and laughing, and its probably a better song that he's ever written.

gets more protective of you after the pregnancies, keeping his arm or hand on you at all times. hates how much of the burden of housework you have to take care of due to his busy schedule. goes out of his way to pick up the slack when he's home, even if its just a night catching up on laundry while you sleep on the couch with the kids nuzzled up under each arm.

writes soft, acoustic songs he knows his kids can play even with their growing skills. encouraging them every step of the way as they grow attached to certain instruments and genres.

doubted if he could be a good dad, wasn't really sure how to do it and there isn't a rule book. but any doubts he has melted away when he held his baby the first time. everything made sense, and everything would be okay.

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knightofthesevenfandoms · 1 year ago

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Now that you've watched s2, I'm very curious to hear your opinion about it as an honourable IB shipper

My feelings are very mixed, while their flashbacks were pretty cute, the "confession" scene felt TERRIBLE to me. Why would these two old bureaucrats sing a cheesy song at each other in front of their respective courts 😭 Why were they speaking like 13 year olds. The ending just ruined the relationship becoming canon :(

Really long answer incoming lol.

Okay so. Essentially, yes. It was jarring/cringe because it was so VASTLY different than the vibe of their relationship that I had built in my head the last four years. I've always thought of them quite a bit more mature, sometimes combative, and really fucking kinky. But I wouldn't say it ruined it for me, and I'll explain why.

Initially it seemed SO out of character, the lovey-dovey, almost childlike affection they had for each other. But it's exciting for me to consider what if this WAS in their characters all along, they were just never given the opportunity/felt safe enough to let that side of their personalities be seen. Which is HEARTBREAKING but there's some subtle evidence to back this up.

We all know Bee is an angry, annoyed, high ranking demon with a lot on their plate. Even Crowley said "because they're always such a ray of sunshine" to Shax because it seems common knowledge to all of Hell that Bee is, well... an angry little shit. But they ARE a ray of sunshine when they're with Gabe, away from hell, away from their daily stresses, away from the expectations of running Hell. LOOK AT THEM.

We saw a hint of this in S1, when they showed a moment of vulnerability. When? In front of Gabe, at the airbase. They can't show weakness in Hell because they can't weaken their position as Prince (Grand Duke?), but Gabriel is the only other being in the entire cosmos they feel is an equal, and they can therefore let their guard down like they did at the airbase, and like they do a little bit more at every meeting with Gabe following Armageddon. Until they were actually showing the real Bee- who is a little unsure, kind of quiet, and a worrier. I always headcanoned that Bee absolutely WAS soft, underneath all their posturing, but only ever in private and only ever with Gabe. AND THEN I WAS GIVEN THAT HOLY SHIT.

Okay now on to Gabe. I always headcanoned that after Armageddon, he fucking broke. He snapped. He was SO TIRED of working toward goals, leading the host of Heaven toward said goals, and then the biggest one of all ended up a failure and essentially it fell on his shoulders. And that's basically what did happen in canon! It started, just like it did for Bee, at the airbase, when it was all falling apart, he turned to the only being he could that would understand his frustration.

He was always the hard-ass boss, albeit an idiot and a dick, but the memory wipe proved there was a sweetheart in there somewhere. Before the season aired, I assumed the memory wipe was what would show Gabe the error of his ways, and he would learn to be gentle and generous and loving through that trial. But it turns out HE ALREADY LEARNED IT BY THE TIME OF THE MEMORY WIPE.

Heaven seems so cold and lonely, and my god the scene where he says no one had ever given him anything. My heart ached for him. Heaven didn't even give him a desk. MURIEL, a 37th order, was given a desk but he wasn't. Away from the cold sterility of Heaven and his obligations, he heard Bee say they liked something, and he realized how happy their enjoyment made him. So he decided he liked it too. He never got to enjoy things (other than clothes), or his time around others, and Bee provided him that escape, simply by saying "I like this song." And then he miracled the song to play because he wanted to make someone, other than himself, happy. And he was ready to swan dive into Hell, give up the clothes he loved, because he knew he'd be okay, he and Bee would be okay if they were together.

Yes, their relationship is way different than I pictured it would be. But I'm framing it instead of being ooc, maybe we weren't seeing the real Gabe and Bee in S1. We were just seeing them as the result of their respective situations.

And the confession, to me, was used as a juxtaposition for the husbands confession, which uh. Did not go nearly as well.

So yeah, the singing to each other and their soft, innocent affection was cringe. But Bureaucracy has always been cringe, Bee is a gremlin and Gabe is an idiot. I'm looking forward to exploring their new dynamic in fic, and maybe filling some of the gaps that took them from where they were to where they are now.

#good omens #beelzebub #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers

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badbf-cb · 7 months ago

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Hyunjin sat quietly like his friend asked. The whole situation made him sick to his stomach but he still trusted her. He would have even sat there the rest of the night… until he saw two familiar figures… no, three. So, against Minji’s orders, Hyunjin crept from the car and followed Beomgyu and Hanse as they carried Yoona into the building.

He could hear the little girl’s chatter about everything she was doing with her Auntie when Hanse picked her up. She was always so excited to play games with him that she didn’t think twice about hearing her auntie’s worried voice calling for her.

Hanse and Beomgyu walked into the room, Yoona on their hip. Seeing her daughter so close to Hanjae sent Minji into a spiral. All her work on keeping the girl safe was undone by the two men she called friend.

Before Minji could get her hands on Gyu, Hanse grabbed her and held her tight. “Please don’t fight me. I don’t want to hurt you, noona,” Hanse whispered in her ear. “Please.”

Gyu held onto Yoona and tapped her nose. “Remember what I said? Sing your favorite song in your head as loud as you can.” He held her head against his shoulder, away of the sight of the adults acting like fools.

“Did you really think I wasn’t going to have a back up for my back up?” Hanjae sneered at Minji. “I told you I wanted her and I’m gong to get her.”

“One of you will leave… the other, well they won’t be so lucky,” Hanjae hissed and jabbed Tae with the end of his knife. “Since I’m such a magnanimous man, I’ll let you two decide which one it’ll be.”

Hanse held the knife to Minji’s throat, pinning her to the wall. Despite the white knuckled grip on the knife his eyes didn’t hold the same conviction. He looked at the woman that was his friend. The one that even after everything he had done, still took care of him.

“No funny business or I swear both of you won’t be leaving here,” Hanjae said pointing his gaze to Minji.

Before he said the last words, the decision had already been made.

Taeyong knew what he was going to do was the best option. The only option. He couldn’t leave Yoona without her mom, especially if it meant Hanjae getting his hands on her… He also knew that Raiden would never forgive him. He wouldn’t be coming home to his family but at least there was Raiden to keep them safe.

He grabbed Hanjae’s wrist and held it steady. Just a little higher and to the left. He remembered what Minji did last time he had a blade in his stomach. Taeyong took a deep breath and impaled himself. He knew it was right when it was harder to breathe… He was going to drown in his own blood.

“You fucking idiot!” Hanjae yelled as blood covered his hands. He watched his old friend smile and stumble back against the wall. “Doesn’t matter. When I’m finished here I was planning to visit your little family soon anyway. What do you think that husband of yours will say? Hmh?”

Taeyong smiled, causing confusion. He sat on the floor bleeding out and he laughed. “I want you to. I want you to meet the man that I love and for some reason loves me. I want you to be the one to tell him it’s my blood that stains your hands.” His eyes drifted to his friend and forced a painfull smile. “Please… please make sure they know how much I love them.

“Tae? Taeyong?” Minji cried and broke free of Hanse’s grasp. She rushed and fell at his side, trying in vain to stop the blood coating her hands. “You’re stupid. So stupid. What were you thinking?”

Even as he sat, struggling to breathe, he wasn’t scared. Not of death. He knew he would see his husband and children again. He was more afraid of his husband after breaking his promise to them.

The edges of his vision blurred and faded to black. He couldn’t hear anything. It was strange. He could see Minji moving her lips and Gyu covering Yoona’s eyes… but it was silent. Silent and cold.

Hanjae let a strangled groan of frustration out and lunged for Minji. He almost had his hands in her hair when he was snapped back, his head slamming into something hard. “You said no one would be hurt. You only wanted to talk,” Hanse growled in his ear. He looked at the terrified woman scrambling to hold her baby and his friend… even if using the term loosely, lay on the floor. The color of his cheeks a paleness he knew too well.

“I can see who the brains of you two are,” Hanjae spat at Hanse, trying to get out of his grasp with no luck. His head was pressed into the wall harder with each time he struggled.

As if from the shadows, Hyunjin walked behind Beomgyu and took Yoona from his arms. There was no fight or struggle. Yoona squirmed to look around to see what all the commotion was. She huffed with annoyance. The adults never let her in on their secrets.

“Minji, come on,” Gyu said softly. “I need to get you home.” Tears stained her cheeks as he tried to pry her from her lifeless friend’s body. “Minji, please. We need to take you and Yoona home.”

She slipped out of his reach and charged for Hanse. Slapping and kicking him with a scream and grunt. No one stood in her way as blow after blow she cried and used her energy. Only then, when Gyu dragged her away did she give up and leave.

Minji, Hyunjin, Yoona and Beomgyu stood outside and waited for Hanse. He appeared with sticky red covering his shirt and pants, Taeyong in his arms. His heart broke when he met the hopeful eyes, searching for any sign of life from the man in his arms. He only shook his head.

“Put him in the car,” Beomgyu said. “We will take him with us. You three follow behind.” For once, he stood straight and authority radiated from him. No one argued, only followed his orders. “I’ll call Jaebeom. I’ll take the blame for this. I’ll call his… Fuck… He’s going to kill me isn’t he?”

Minji clung to her daughter and snorted a soft laugh. The girl slept in her arms with no clue what happened. No idea that her world would never be the same. “And Hanjae?” she asked, looking at Hanse.

“The little fucker is quick but don’t worry, noona. I’ll make sure we find him,” Hanse promised.

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lickthecowhappy · 1 year ago

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The three songs in the Small Back Room represent the three seasons

I want to talk about the three songs that play in The Small Back Room. They seem specific and I have thoughts on them but I would love to read more opinions. At the moment, I have two main theories about the choices and their sequence. There is probably more to it than I see but I’ll focus on just one here. I also think that threes are more important that we realize and the fact that there are three instances of the audience hearing music in the shop is significant. I also think it’s interesting that Aziraphale heard two songs and Crowley one, and which they each heard.

The three songs that we hear in The Small Back Room are:

You Don’t Own Me by Lesley Gore from the album Lesley Gore Sings Of Mixed-Up Hearts (This plays in episode 1 when Aziraphale goes to see Maggie about the “ugrent” matter.)

You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me by Dusty Springfield from the album You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me (This plays when Aziraphale goes into the shop to ask about the song Jim was singing. Maggie is “not crying” about being rejected by Nina.)

Comin’ In On A Wing And A Prayer (published in 1943) (This song is playing when Crowley goes to make sure Maggie is on her way to the Whickber Street traders and shopkeepers monthly meeting.)

For this analysis I will assume they represent the themes of Seasons 1-3, and that they are chronological.

You don't own me I'm not just one of your many toys

You Don’t Own Me represents the abandoning of their sides. It’s a song intended to say “I’ll go along with you as far as I can but don’t try to tie me down.” The lyrics are a declaration that the listener doesn’t hold any ownership over the singer, the singer has full autonomy and won’t accept any attempt to be changed or restrained. This tracks with season 1. It’s heard by Aziraphale very early in s2e1, before Jim even shows up. Aziraphale and Crowley go along with their sides in season 1 but ultimately choose their own autonomy (what’s right) at the risk of destruction.

When I said I needed you You said you would always stay It wasn't me who changed but you and now you've gone away Don't you see that now you've gone And I'm left here on my own That I have to follow you and beg you to come home

You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me represents separation and the absence of commitment. The song details that the singer is in love with the listener who has seemed to change their mind and abandoned them. The singer insists that the listener need not make a verbal declaration of love but just to be accessible. It is heard when Maggie is “not crying” over Nina and their uncomfortable feelings, and while Aziraphale is trying to uncover (unbeknownst to him) another romance. This is consistent with the results of season 2. Aziraphale has seemingly abandoned their side after Crowley’s request to remain close at hand. A romance that has been, up until now, mutually unspoken but mutually felt.

Comin' in on a wing and a prayer Comin' in on a wing and a prayer With our one motor gone We can still carry on Comin' in on a wing and a prayer

Comin’ In On A Wing And A Prayer represents reliance on hope in a desperate situation. This song is the origin of the common idiom meaning exactly that. “Things look bleak, but we have a chance.” Our plane is crippled but we’re all alive, we’ve achieved our goal, and we might yet land safely. It is heard when Crowley reminds Maggie of the meeting, and I think that it is significant that it’s the only one he hears and the only one Aziraphale doesn’t hear. If this song represents season 3, one driving force is out of commission; non-responsive. But there are still other forces at work and the listener should keep faith.

But what if these songs are all present as emotional manipulation?

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #music analysis #brain rot #good omens meta

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en-geneisaxx · 7 months ago

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Pairings: Suna x Y/n

Genre: fluff, angst, romance

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞

There are many moments that I enjoyed with Y/n. An example of this would be our late-night walks and talks.

I loved our family’s ‘daily special time’ – it was when we would distance ourselves from the rest of society and have some quality time together, staying in each other’s embrace. Rina, our daughter, would always sleep through them, however, because it always happened at night, once we lived out our day.

We would walk, Y/n clinging onto my arm as I pushed sleeping Rina in her pushchair, making our way to Y/n’s favourite bench that had a view of the river, which separated the bustling city from where we were, just a little park that had blooming flowers and little lights that illuminate the area. Just us three, no phones -which Y/n cutely scolded me for- and talk our minds out.

“You know, I’m quite shocked, Rin,” She starts, looking up at the night sky. I raise my eyebrows, wanting to hear more, “You’re such an amazing father, when I always thought I had to do all the work because you always had to be babied.” She teased, reminding me on how I would act like a whiny child in an adult’s body before she got pregnant. Then, she bursts out into laughter.

“What?” I ask, expecting another one of her teases. She tightly purses her lips to contain any witchy-laughter before deeply exhaling, “Your mum, she popped in to tell me…”

“Please hurry up, I’m hating the suspense.”

“She told me…ABOUT WHEN YOU SHAT IN YOUR FRIEND’S CAT’S LITTER BOX.” She wheezes, tightly grabbing her chest to stop her laughter. “Oh, Rin, you were so funny when you were younger.”

I loved seeing her laugh, how she would brighten up my world even on the darkest of nights. That warm feeling whenever I was with her, it made me feel safe.

“You know, you’re quite a sadist,” I complained, “just like your brother.”

She happily sighs, “Yeah, probably got it from him. That being said, I want to see Tsukishima soon.”

We held onto each other in a comfortable silence until my phone went off, “Time to go, darling.” She nodded, bending down to give Rina a kiss as we made our way back to the hospital.

“Baby, come here.” She commands me, patting on the spare space on her bed. Rina was on the other side, drinking her milk from the bottle. I wanted to hear more of her voice, so I asked her to sing a song.

“How about the one we would always sing?” She suggested. I think intently, “I might cry though.” She strokes my head before we both start singing the song.

“Baby, don’t you think we should cut out the last part? No one’s dying.”

“Rin, let’s play a game.” She says, cupping both hands on my cheeks, “Let’s do a ‘no interactions whatsoever for 24 hours’, ok?”

“No, that’s too hard.” I pout, holding her closer and tighter, making sure I don’t rip out any of the needles that pierced her lovely skin.

“C’mon, love. You can do it, I know you will.” She encourages, but I can see tears forming in her eyes that I love to stare in.

“Why are you telling me to do it when you look like you’re about to cry?” I chuckle, kissing her face repeatedly, smothering her in my kisses and saliva.

“It’s gonna be hard for me too,” Her voice breaks, and she starts bawling in front of me. I don’t want to, I hate it, so why would she ask me to?

“I…you sure?”

“Don’t you trust me?” She still manages a smile despite her wet face.

“Alright, fine. Just so you know, I would rather you lose than win.” I joke, getting out of the bed and putting Rina in her pushchair. She laughs, wiping away her tears before telling me words I want to hear again and again.

“I love you.”

It was certainly hard; no interactions? Geez, she must be using my obsessiveness with her as an advantage. I scoff at the thought, “Sadist”. But, I loved her for who she was, so I guess I must’ve liked that side of her too. It was weird, no being around my sunshine, but I trust her, so I endured through until the next day.

I hum gleefully, Rina cackling at the silly faces I made while we walked through the hospital. I was ready to greet my wife happily once again, until I entered her room…

“Hey,” Tsukishima said, sitting down next to me on the bench. I asked my mum to look after Rina, just so me, Tsuki and my wife could spend time together.

“You said Y/n wanted to meet me, but where is she?” He looks around, twisting and turning on the bench. I give a gentle smile.

“Pft, don’t look around,” I say, “look up.” He looks at me with a bewildered look as if you ask are you insane? The realisation hits him as he looks at me in shock.

I wish I could tell you about Y/n’s reaction that day.

I wish I could tell you more beautiful moments.

I wish I could tell you that we lived happily ever after.

But, life is cruel. Unfortunately, that illness she’s desperately fought against knocked her out forever.

Now, she is my sleeping beauty that not even my kiss would awake.

I hope that I was your prince, Y/n. I hope you had no regrets in loving me as I had none with you. I thought I had lost my world, but she is still here, must it be through a meaningful letter, pixelated figures of her, recordings of her siren voice or her just simply smiling down upon us.

I take a read of Y/n’s last words to me:

“Well done, baby! I knew you could do it. Now, do it everyday, ok? You’re not alone, just to let you know. I’ll always be here with you, in whatever form I may be. Don’t give up just because I won’t wake up. If you’re ever in need of me, just take a read. I know, I know, it’s quite long, but I figured you would actually like that.

I love you, Rintaro. I’m so happy I got to be Mrs. Suna.

Yours only,

Suna Y/n.”

There were many papers attached, which will probably take hours to read. But, indeed, I liked that, and am looking forward to going home.

I chuckle, “Y/n, if you’re listening, I love you, too.” Seeing how the moon is shining brightly tonight I wish, “I hope you’re happy up there, love.

Forever yours,

Suna Rinatro.”

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jeankluv · 1 year ago

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Snow on the beach || Trafalgar Law x fem!reader

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Warnings: angst, swearing, a lot of angst

Notes: I’m sorry

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Chapter IX: Shot glass of tears

Neither of you wanted to leave each other's arms, but you had to. So you let go. Law grabbed your hand and walked you both over to the couch. You sat next to him, still holding his hand. Neither you nor he said anything, you stayed silent. Your gaze was fixed on your hands, which made circles with its thumb on your hand. You could feel Law's soft gaze on you, you didn't need to look at him to know that.

“I saw Luffy and his brothers…” He finally spoke. “They told me you took the bus.”

“Yeah, I met them there. I didn’t know Luffy had brothers, but they are actually really nice. They waited for me until the bus came.” You tried avoiding looking at his eyes.

“Y/n…” He said your name, in such a delicate and sweet way, you felt your bones melting. “They told me there was someone else with you.”

“Just a drunk weirdo, don’t worry.”

“Don’t do that.” He said.

“Do what?” You were still avoiding his gaze.

“Lie to me… I know when you do it.”

You snorted. “And I hate you for that.” You whispered.

“Y/n please look at me.” And you did. “I know it was him… and I need you to tell me if he did or said something to you. Please.”

“He… asked me if I knew you.” He told you not to lie, not that you didn't omit information. “I told him I didn’t.”

“And what else y/n? I know there is something else.”

You bite the inside of your cheek. Why did he have to read me so well?

“He just… he just said that I shouldn’t play games and something about only hurting me if I…”

“Hurting you? Did he touch you? Did he?”

“Law calm down alright.” You held his hands. “I’m okay and nothing happened. All right?”

Law's jaw was clenched and he was breathing heavily, you wanted to calm him down but you knew there was no way.

”But it could have happened… Damn, I knew it wasn't a good idea. We weren't supposed to be friends, we weren't supposed to be anything, I should have remained the grumpy, stoic neighbor I've always been. Fuck." He grabbed his hair with his hands and sighed in frustration. “Now you would be safe, without him threatening you. You would be fine.

“I’m safe, I’m okay.”

“Please y/n, don’t do this.” He looked at you.

“Law please…. Don’t push me away from you. We can work it out…” You sniffed, while tears rolled down your face. “I’m sure there is a way.”

“I already told you, didn’t I? There isn’t.” He sighed. “It’s better if we stayed apart. It’s the best, you will be safe… I heard Nami was looking for a roommate, maybe you could talk with her, like that you will be closer to work and you won’t have to come home alone every night.” He smirked. “And you won’t have to see my boring ass again. It will be easier.”

“It won’t…” You whispered. “Don’t lie Law, it won’t be easier.”

“Y/n…”

“No don’t…It’s that easy for you?” You looked at him. “I don’t want to leave this place, I still want to have you as my neighbor, I want you to take me home from work while you let me use the radio and let me sing, I want us to watch stars again, I want to come from a run with Bepo and see you waiting. I don’t care if you’re grumpy, “boring”, or whatever you think you are. For me you’re my safe place and I already told you that. But if I have to say it again I will Law, I don’t care how many times.” You felt how you were running out of breath, so you pause for a moment, scanning his side profile. “We can make…”

“We?” He said with a cold tone. “There is no we, and there will never be one.”

“Don’t start like that time Law, like when you tried to push me away.” You tried to hold his hand. “You know me but I also know you Law, so don’t do this.”

“You know nothing y/n.”

“Maybe you’re right but I want to…”

“Why? Because you’re attracted to me y/n?” You looked at him, the tone, the gaze, this was not the Law you knew. “Please y/n, you really thought I would ever feel something for someone like you. You really thought I would even approached you in the first place?”

Pieces, thousands of them. Your heart just broke. Law didn't mean that, he didn’t. He couldn’t.

“You don’t mean that…” You let out.

“I do. Please y/n you really thought something could happen between us?”

Maybe if you hate me, it will be easier. So let me be a villain, let me lie, let me make you hate you. If that means you will be alright, you will be safe. I don’t care not having you with me as long as I know you’re okay. Because that’s everything I want. For you to be okay.

“I don’t believe you.” You shook your head. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not.” He said with no emotions on his face. “Corazon told me to try and be friends with you… and that’s what I did.”

“How do you want me to believe this shit when you came to my home worried about me? When you hugged me like I was going to go away? How Law?” Your face was full of tears.

“Believe what you want y/n, but it’s true I only approached you because Corazon told me to take care of you since you were new to the town and because you were a pain in the ass, who wouldn’t let me alone.”

You shook your head. Whether real or not, those words were sticking into you one by one like sharp blades. And Anna's memories were coming back, one by one. Had Law really been pretending all this time? No, not what you had felt with him, the knowing looks, the moments, all that couldn't be a lie. They could not. You covered your face with your hands, and let out a sob. Law was hurting you where it hurt the most without knowing it.

How did all this happened, how did you went from blushing and shyly smiling to crying and shouting at each other with lies?

“Stop…”

“Why y/n? Truth hurts? I will never like you, you are impulsive, talkative, doesn’t listen, always singing Taylor Swift songs and you end up crying with the bare minimum and you want me to believe you can handle Doflamingo? Please y/n don’t be a child, this is not a stupid playground game.” He paused for a moment. “Let’s be honest, the main reason why I care about you is because of Corazon, nothing else. The reason why I have been good to you it’s him. That’s why I came here and I want you away from our lives because I know Corazon would blame himself for the rest of his life if something happens to you.” Lie after lie, he was the one who would blame himself if something happened to you.

I’m sorry peachie.

“Stop with the crying you are giving me headache, god sometimes you’re so annoying y/n.”

“Leave…” You whispered.

Law looked at you from his position.

“Leave!” You shouted, something that left Law shocked, it was the first he heard you shouting.

Hate me a little bit more. Do it peachie, please.

“What y/n? Truth hurts, you can’t take it?” He was being a dick and he knew.

“I told you to leave, leave!” You stood up and started hitting him on the chest.

“Good.” He whispered letting you go.

You collapsed to the ground and cried again, deep down you knew that what he had said were lies, but every word that had come out of his mouth had been one stab after another. And no matter how much you wanted to avoid it, your trauma, which you were running away from, was resurfacing again. And you wondered if Anna was right, maybe you were always going to end up alone.

Law dragged his feet home. He was grateful that Corazon was not there, since he would be unable to see him and tell him what had happened and who was the real culprit of everything. He sat on his bed and let out everything he had kept inside him. He hated himself, he hated himself so much for making you feel like this, for making you cry like this. He hated the fact that everything he loved ended up broken, damaged, because of him. Since he was little it had always been like this, first with his parents, then with Corazon, he was always the reason why those he loved the most were hurt. He didn't deserve love, he didn't deserve you to love him and yet he let you get close to him, knowing that as always, what he loves most would be broken.

He let himself cry, in the dark, alone, like he always had done. He had fallen in love with you so easily, from the very beginning with every aspect of your personality, you had made everything so easy and with every heartbeat, look he gave you, he always wondered if he was worthy of loving you. If one day he could love you without any worry, without fear of harming you.

Your fourth cup was in your hand, or was it the third? You didn't know anymore. After you were practically out of tears, you decided to drink from one of the bottles that you and Nami had left over, this way you would at least alleviate the pain. You felt dizzy, the alcohol was already having its effect but that didn't stop you from thinking about Law's words. Did they really believe that you wouldn't be able to handle the situation? To confront that person? You weren't weak and you knew he could trust you, but he didn't.

You sighed and took a sip from your glass, you hated Law, for the words that had come out of him and for not putting more faith in you. You really hated him but you were also fucking in love with him.

You woke up to the sound of the landline ringing, at some point during the night you had fallen asleep on the couch. You stretched and walked over to where the phone was.

“Hi?” You said trying not to sound too sleepy.

“Y/n?” You recognized that voice, it was Mrs. Smith, the owner of the house.

“Oh Mrs. Smith, good morning. How are you?”

“Good honey, how are you?”

“I’m good, thank you for asking.”

“Honey I was actually calling you because well something happened.” Your heart started to pump heavily on your chest. “I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you will need to leave the house.”

“Wait… why? The contract was for a year…”

“I know but something came up and I will need you to leave. I’m really sorry.” You closed your eyes, why was this happening? “If you need help finding a new place to stay…”

“No, I have a friend who is searching for a roommate, it’s okay.”

“I’m sorry but…”

“No it’s okay. When do I have to leave the house?”

“As soon as possible.”

You hung up the phone and huffed, what the fuck? How was it possible that he suddenly asked you to leave. An idea ran through your head and you didn't want it to be true. You left the house, you didn't mind being only in your pajamas, the truth was that you didn't feel any cold at that moment. Law was closing his trunk when you reached him, he hadn't noticed your presence until you were in front of him.

“Was it you?” You crossed your arms. “Are you the reason why I have to leave the house?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He said passing next to you.

“Don’t make me laugh.” You moved again, staying in front of the car door.

“Y/n move.”

“No. How convenient isn’t it? You tell me to move out, to go to Nami and suddenly Mrs. Smith calls this morning telling me that I have to leave the house.” You bite your inner cheek, you could feel your helplessness increasing by the moment.

He looked at you and you noticed the big dark circles he had under his golden eyes. “Unfortunate events I guess.”

You held on tighter to yourself. "It's a joke? That much do you want me to hate you Law? Is that why you are doing this to me? Is that why you told me all that last night? If you think I’m that weak, you’re wrong.”

Law looked at you with a serious expression. “I don’t want to keep listening to you. Now I have to go for work.”

“You’re a coward, Law.” You said and started walking back home.

Law watched your figure disappear into the house, he scratched the back of his neck. He had barely slept a wink last night, he had contacted Doflamingo around 4 in the morning and he had given him clear instructions as to why he was there and what he needed from him. Maybe you were right and he really was a coward, but at least he could keep the two people he loved the most safe.

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Nami was hugging you while trying to calm your sobs, you arrived there with a red face after crying again after your encounter with Law that morning. Nami simply opened her arms to you and let you cry in them, she also offered you to stay with her when you told her you had to leave the house and she listened word for word to what happened with Law the night before and this morning.

“He looked so sad, Nami…” You said sniffling. “He looked like a truck had run over him and I... God I wanted to hug him and... I'm screwed Nami.”

“You’re not screwed y/n, you’re just in love with that jerk.” She stroked your hair. ”I don't think what he did was right, there were ways and means to solve this, but to hurt you like that, to make you cry like that. It was not." She sighed. “I don't know what he thought he was going to achieve with this, because it's clear that you know that what he told you was a lie, a way to make you hate him.”

��And he failed, there is no way I would hate him…”

“I have known Law for long enough and he is always reserved but one thing I know about him and that is that he would do anything for those he loves.”

“Do you think Law loves me?” You whispered.

“I don’t think it, I’m certain he does.” You looked at her.

You sighed and wiped out the tears on your cheeks. “I need to start preparing my things to leave.”

“I can help you today, I have a free day and so do you. We could call the boys for help.” She smiled and walked to the kitchen. “Sanji would be more than glad to help, Luffy, Usopp and Chopper too and Zoro, if we tell him there is alcohol he will show up.” You laughed.

“Okay, yeah. Although there is not much to pack.”

She shook her head and gave you a cup. “The most important thing is to spend time together.”

You smiled, she was right.

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Law looked at Monet first and then at Doflamingo, his face serious. It had been Monet who had brought him to town and who had given him the basic information about you.

“Law, son you look like shit.” Doflamingo said, placing himself in the seat. Monet giggled beside him.

“Why did you come here? I paid you what you asked me.”

“I know and good job, but I need you to come with me.”

Law rolled his eyes. “There is no fucking way I’m going with you.”

“Hey Law, respect the boss.” Monet spoke.

Law gave him a cold look and then laid his eyes back on Doflamingo. “Let it out.”

“I need a doctor, a good one. And I know you’re the best one.” He leaned back in his seat. "Look, if you come with me, I will definitely leave my brother alone, I will forget his betrayal and I will not get close to your girlfriend either."

Law swallowed. “For how long?”

"Undefined." His breathing hitched.

Undefined. He would have to leave without knowing when he could return or even if he would ever return.

“And if I accept you will leave them alone.”

“You know I can be a lot of things but I don’t break my promises Law.”

“Okay. I will go with you.”

“Nice! We will be leaving tonight.” Law simply nodded and watched how both, Doflamingo and Monet left his office.

Law stood up of his seat and walked outside his office. He walked down the hallway until he reached Marco's office.

“I’m leaving.” He said as soon as he entered the office.

Marco looked at him in shock. “Oh… what?” He took off his glasses.

“I’m leaving tonight. So I'm quitting the job. I’m here to inform you about it.”

“You have to be joking… Where do you think I can get another doctor from? No one wants to move to this town.”

“Chopper…”

“Oh my god, Law , he is still in high school!”

“He is a good student, he could help you.” Shrugged.

Marco sighed. “We will find something but don’t you think I will forget this. Leaving me like this… I’m hurt, man.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry.”

“Tell me that at least it’s a really good job.”

“Yeah it is.” He lied.

“Good. I’m happy for you then.”

Law smiled at him and left the office, he had to talk to Corazon and make up an excuse about what job he had gotten. There was no way he was going to tell him that Doflamingo had asked him to go with him or that he had been blackmailing him for years. He went to the police looking for Corazon, if he wasn't mistaken his rest was about to begin. When he got there he saw him and one of his companions chatting animatedly.

“Cora-san.” He called him out.

“Oh! Law.” He stood up, making the cup of coffee fall. “Oh shit…”

“You have to be careful, Cora-san.” Law shook his head.

“How silly is your old man right?” He hugged him. “How are you?”

“I’m good. I wanted to talk with you about something…”

“Oh sure.” He said, saying goodbye to his companion. “Is this about your fight with y/n this morning. She looked pretty sad when she left.”

Law swallowed. “No, no… it’s another thing.”

“Oh okay, but you and y/n are alright right?”

“Hmm… it’s complicated Cora-san.”

“Complicated how, you love her and she clearly loves you too. That for me it’s a good thing.”

“I don’t lo-”

“Oh c’mon son I have seen your drawings.” Law cheeks turned red. How did he know about those drawings? He made sure to hide them. “You haven’t drawn in ages, not since…” Corazon stayed silent. “You used to love drawing and now you want me to believe you don’t have some strong feelings for the girl you have a dozen hidden sketches?”

“Okay fine! I love her.” Law sighed.

“That’s my son.” He hugged him. “I know she was going to be a good influence on you, I just never thought you were going to end up falling in love.” He sighed. “My baby boy in love. I’m like a proud mama.”

“I’m leaving Cora-san.” And with that Corazon’s smile dropped. “Tonight. I got a job offer, a good one and they want me to join them as soon as possible. I accepted. Marco already knows.”

Corazon put his hands on his pockets and nodded. “Wow, that took me by surprise. I honestly was expecting something else. I really thought you were going to end up telling me I was going to be a grandpa or something, not this.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah sorry this is serious. So… you’re sure about this?”

“100% sure. It’s a great opportunity.” Corazon nodded.

“Son, you’re 26 years old already. I'm sure whatever you choose will be the right decision and I will be here to support you.”

“Thank you Cora-san.” This time it was Law who hugged him.

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You and Nami had been packing your things for a while to go with her, when the boys came into the house with snacks and drinks.

“Y/n~” Sanji sang. “Where should I put this, my lady?”

You smiled at him. “Here.” You guide him to the kitchen. “Here it should be alright.”

“Okay.” He said leaving the bags on the counter. “By the way how are you?”

“Good.” You said tilting your head. “Why?”

“Oh, I just thought you would be sad. I knew you had something with Law and him leaving so suddenly it’s a surprise.”

You froze. Leaving? Law was leaving. “What?”

“Oh… you didn’t know?” You shook your head. “Yeah apparently he got a better job away from here and it’s leaving tonight. I thought you knew.”

“I…” You breathe. “Is he still here? Did you see his car when coming here?”

“Yeah he was still here.”

You left what you were doing and rushed outside, you saw Corazon and Law hugging and saying goodbye to each other.

“You are leaving…” It wasn’t a question.

“Y/n…” You heard Corazon speak but your attention was only on Law.

“Corazon, could you leave us alone, please?” Corazon accepted and walked away, leaving you both alone.

“Why…? Why are you leaving? Please be honest with me Law.” You begged him.

“It’s not your business.” There it was, his cold voice.

“It is MY business. You can not leave, I don’t want you to.”

“But it doesn’t matter what you want or don’t want y/n don’t you get it?”

“I get it… I fucking get it, I get that you want to protect me and Corazon and the people you care. But it’s not fair… it’s not fair you have to walk that path alone. I already told you that.”

“Y/n you only say this because…”

“I’m not attracted to you… I was but not anymore.”

“That’s good. It will be easier for you to…”

“Let me finish.” You cut him off. “I’m in love with you, Law. You can tell me all those lies once again, try to make me hate you. But it won’t work out, no, because I love you Law and I’m willing to risk myself to be with you and I don’t care about that fucking boss or anyone. You can try to convince yourself that the words you let out last night were real but I know they aren’t.”

Law was stunned looking at you, you had left him speechless. You took a few steps until you were in front of him.

“Law… you are important to me too.”

“Stop y/n.” He whispered.

“No…”

You raised your hands to his chest, his heart beating rapidly. Then you placed them on the back of his neck, Law closed his eyes when he felt your fingers touch his skin.

“Y/n, I…” You saw his eyes getting wet.

“It’s okay Law.”

He grabbed your waist with both hands and pulled you towards him. You couldn't take it anymore, so you pulled him towards you and joined your lips. The kiss was delicate, soft and warm. You could notice Law's tears hitting your faces. And at that moment you just wished you could take away all the pain and weight he was carrying.

Snowflakes began to fall on you, but you didn't care and continued kissing. You didn't want to let Law go, because you knew that when you did, he would just get up and leave, and you didn't want that.

“I’m so sorry peachie.” He whispered in your mouth. He cupped your cheeks and kissed you again. “I love you and I’m sorry for breaking your heart, for making you cry.” He said and this time you were the one crying.

“Please don’t leave.” You said resting your head on his chest. Law hugged you and rested his chin on your head.

“I have to…It’s for the better.” He wiped your tears away. “And please peachie don’t cry. Not for me, it’s not worthy.”

“You’re worthy Law. You always have been.” You looked up at him. “Snow is falling… you promised to take to see the snow…”

“I’m afraid I won’t be able to…”

You hugged him closely and he did the same. If only time could freeze in time, so you could stay like that for longer.

“It’s getting late… I need to go.” He whispered to your ear.

“Mmm…” You protested against his chest.

”Peachie, as much as I would like to stay like this with you, hugging you and kissing you for hours and hours. I have to go and you have to come back inside or you will catch a cold.” He said, brushing strands of hair away from your faces.

“It would be a good excuse for you to stay, you would have to take care of me doctor.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” You looked at him with your big eyes.

“Don’t provoke me like that, love.” She said and you blushed at that new nickname. Law did too when he realized what his lips had said. “I mean… peachie.”

“I like the new nickname.” You smiled.

“Alright… but I need to go.” He broke the hug. “But I will come back, as soon as I can.”

“I will be waiting for you, Law.” You held his hands. “But please, you need to tell me that you will be safe.”

“I will be… I pro-”

“Don’t promise me anything, promises don’t last, they break.”

“Okay…” He hugged you one last time. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry, you’re acting like me right now.” You joked and made him smile.

“I have one thing for you.” He let your hands go and opened the car. “I was supposed to give it to you yesterday, but well things went wrong… It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He said as he handed you the gift.

You unwrapped it carefully, coming across a pair of gloves. “They are gloves…”

”Yes, you are always rubbing your hands or rubbing them inside your clothes and when… well, when we have shaken hands at some point, they usually feel cold. It's not a big deal but I hope you like it.” He smiled shyly.

“I love them.” You hugged him. “Thank you Law.”

He kissed you one last time before getting into the car and leaving, you didn't want to cry again but you did. Nami appeared next to you and hugged you again like she had done hours before. It was at times like this where you were so grateful to have a friend like her. You knew that you wouldn't be calm until Law was back in town, because even if he hadn't told you, you knew that the fact that he left was related to that man.

Ending note: I had to options for this chapter, the ending was going to be the same, Law leaving but in the first opinion y/n and Law never fight but because I love drama and pain, I decided to do it that way. At the end of the day Law still thinks that pushing y/n away is the best option, for him making her hate him was the best opition, that way she would leave him and be safe. But y/n cares deeply about him, I mean the girl is in love and she wasn’t going to give up on him that easily. Now the thing is, Law has left, what will happen? Who knows (I do)? And I don’t know when chapter 10 will be post bc I have personal stuff coming this early December, so you will probably will have to wait. Sorry for the suffering, love you ❤️

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