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jeoseungsaja · 2 years

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🍸 + not a question, but rather please take an equally drunk patrick stumbling over to his dear friend to ask him to hold something for him....it's patrick's hand. that and patrick will also be kissing his dear friend on the cheek once they're holding hands 😊

@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.

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Once again he’s sitting on the floor, his back pressed to the couch and his hand still holding the neck of a half-empty bottle of Soju. It almost feels like déjà vu, akin to that day where he was sitting right on this spot, waiting for Patrick to come back from the bathroom. The difference is that this time, his dear friend is not the only one drenched in tipsiness but he, too, is drunk to the point of feeling a bit of dizziness swirling in his head.

How did he manage to get like this? Well, the conversation kept flowing and he never noticed the drinks continued to be poured down the glass until part of his speech became a little slurred. Then again, not noticing has become something common when it comes to spending time with his best friend --- Hyuk forgets everything else but the fact that Patrick is there, with him. Why would he focus in the quantity of distilled spirit, when he rather remember the number of times Patrick laughed?

So now he’s here, under the roof of a familiar place, away from the table and stuck to the ground. His eyes close for a second, free hand pressed to his forehead as something similar to a grumble escapes his alcohol-stained lips. One eye opens when he starts to hear the sound of something hitting another something, head tilting to find Patrick clumsily walking and a bag with art supplies (that Hyuk bought recently) toppling over. He thinks he hears his dear friend apologizing (though he doesn’t know if the apology is aimed toward him or the bag); palm moving to be waved in dismissal.

“Leave it there, I’ll....I’ll pick--pick it up ‘morrow.”

Even in this hazy state, he doesn’t want Patrick to make any unnecessary efforts. Besides, what if he tries to pick up the brushes which rolled out of the bag and ends up hitting his head against something? No, no; it’s best like this.

“It’s fine. Could...you...come sit down, here, here---”

And he pats the space next to him; leaving the bottle of Soju somewhere away from his grasp so both of his hands can lazily land on his lap. Seconds later and he’s hearing more stumbling; torpid sight following Patrick’s silhouette making it to where he is. The signs of his dear friend being inebriated are present: red-flushed cheeks, rolled up sleeves; dopey (but vastly endearing) grin...and words that Hyuk can’t fully understand at first, but that must be because the detective is also under the influence.

“What? Y’want me...to hold somethin’?”

He repeats in the shape of a question, Patrick’s sluggish nod confirming Hyuk’s ears didn’t fully fail him. The detective’s hand stretches out, palm up and ready to receive anything his best friend wants him to hold. He doesn’t even hesitate, just accepts his request without even asking him what, exactly, wishes for him to temporarily have.

A plop is heard and the warmth of his friend is felt, meaning that he’s finally sitting nearby. Soon enough, weight is added to Hyuk’s waiting hand; head turning to see what it is. He blinks and frowns. That’s...Patrick’s hand, and he doesn’t feel an item or anything between their hands now clasped together.

Wait. Wait. It takes him longer to connect the dots when drunk. Curse him for being a lightweight.

“This is what y’wanted me to ‘old?”

And he lifts their intertwined hands --- funnily enough, Hyuk doesn’t let go. Not even for a second. A vague nod comes from his friend, along with the sudden planting of a kiss on Hyuk’s cheek. It’s not long enough before pink begins to bloom on his skin, along with a muzzy smile. Does this mean...Patrick is also prone to flirt when drunk? That’s something Hyuk didn’t know about...not like this, at least; a brand new door unlocked due to the stages they’re moving through.

Because, at this point, it’d be insanely silly to say they’re just friends, right? They can deny it all they want, but their hearts would challenge them, wouldn’t they?

Hyuk’s smile widens. He likes this. Likes that he’s getting to know more about another side of Patrick, likes that these lines and actions are aimed to him; likes that he gets to have this moment with his best friend --- likes him, Patrick, more than words can express.

“Okay. I’m taking good care of it.”

He tells Patrick, looking at him and that kind face which tends to send odd sensations (they’re called butterflies, but he’s too rusty to recognize that) to his stomach.

Eyes dance over dear friend’s features; drunken stupor adding a boldness to let his sight freeze on the shape of his best friend’s lips. There they are again, the thoughts, the what if’s, the undisclosed wishes. But instead of letting them win whilst drunk, Hyuk ends up allowing his head to fall on Patrick’s shoulder; temple comfortably pressed there.

His thumb, it begins to draw soft circles on Patrick’s hand; eyes dropping to catch the view of their hands holding each other. It does feel like déjà vu.

Except, except. There is no thoughts of ‘I should let go’. No, in fact, he squeezes his dear friend’s hand. In fact, he decides to twist their arms a little so Patrick’s fist is facing him. And when this happens, he brings the professor’s knuckles to his lips and kisses them. Presses a hearty kiss there, between bones.

“I’m taking good care of it.”

He repeats, his eyes slowly closing; sleepiness somehow kicking in. It’s this peace, he knows. The peace he feels when Patrick’s near --- he’s the one who calms his raging waters; the sea that constantly threatens to lift high waves.

“Good care...of...you. I promise.”

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#ofgentleresolve #♔ || interaction (patrick).#♔ || verse three.#♔ || the puzzle of our friendship is the most comforting (patrick).#EXCUSE ME AS I WEEP OVER THESE TWO OMGIWUEDHKASHIWEUDHAKSHDUWEHD #I FINALLY FOUND THE ENERGY AND TIME TO WRITE IF ONLY FOR A FEW MINUTES AND I COULDN'T HELP BUT JUMP ON THIS IN A HEARTBEAT #I'M NOT EVEN QUEUEING THIS I'M JUST GONNA POST IT PLEASE #FERRE HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE THEM AND EVERYTHING THEY ARE #HAVE I TOLD YOU HOW MUCH I ADORE YOU AND HOW THANKFUL I AM OF ALL THE DYNAMICS WE HAVE TOGETHER #HAVE I TOLD YOU!!!!!! HOW I'M CRYIN' AND SOBBIN' AND IWUEHDKASHDIWUHED #oK SORRY I'M JUST A MESS WIUEHKASDHUWIEDHIWEHD #LOOK AT PATRICK BEING SMOOTH EVEN WHEN BEING DRUNK #I also remember that you told me that Patrick is a little bit...flirtatious? When he's tipsy/drunk? So I mentioned that in my reply #I HOPE IT'S OKAY #AND I HOPE??? EVERYTHING I WROTE IS OKAY BUT IF YOU'D LIKE ME TO CHANGE ANYTHING PLS LET ME KNOW #Look at my son --- is it obvious he's all heart eyes over his best friend --- LMAO WIEUDHASJDHWIUEDH #I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL FERRE AND THAT!! EVERYTHING'S GOING WELL ON YOUR TRIP <3 #PLS TAKE CARE AND HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ;W;

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spelviin · 10 months

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when the dnd session so good u dont even know wtf to do with yourself afterwards

#og #im shaking cryin im throwing up #we got into pvp after our druid barbarian got possessed by a ghost #two of the party are down and we're relying entirely on some polar bears we adopted to finish the fight #and trusting the bears to a) not kill the possessed party member outright as well as b) not touching the Cursed Items and getting possessed #also the druid is a werebear and bit our rogue so like. he might also catch lycanthropy. it's like a whole thing #how the fuck am i expected to sleep? how am i supposed to go to work tomorrow? and function like an adult all week?#aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa #also i got an adhd diagnosis today #it's just been a lot lmao #blorbo from my campaigns

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kookjinnies · 2 years

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OH LORDDD (cr.)

#GOOD LORD HAVE MERCY ON ME #kim seokjin i beg u to wear more turtlenecks in the future #LMAO OP SAID THE 33000 WON WAS WORTH IT I AM CRYIN VJDJDJDJ #seokjin #jin #2022 bts exhibition: proof

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deadbeatdadjokes · 2 years

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charcoal, lilac, STEEL, lemon. (i am honored 2 be your unhinged neon green ship clown)

WAIT THIS WAS SO NICE I FEEL LIKE AN ASSHOLE LMAO 💀💀💀

STEEL right back at you literally HURLING IT in your direction like a javelin, Charcoal and Sapphire I am furiously scribbling unintelligible study notes in my nefarious password journal of evil Raspberry bc I FEEL the feral energy about fictional characters in this Chili’s tonight (You are so perfectly unhinged about your beloveds that god is afraid of you personally and I think the pictures of y’all throwing hands would turn out great 👉👈)

#i am honored to be your ‘no thoughts head empty’ tag dealer 😳#thanks for stopping by 💜#ask #cryin again #girlwiththegreenhat #LMAO GET UNO REVERSED NERD

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honey-eyeddreamer · 8 months

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There should be more words for problems considering i have so many

#lol #help lmao #i am gonna cry #not really #funny #laughing #im cryin

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cricketkyum · 1 year

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it is fine, though. I will adjust. i hav the weekend off and i work early days 2 days of the week

#i will make sooo much ot this week maybe #im also hungry and the TINEST bit lonely on top of everything else lmao so that is why i am cryin #anyway... yahoo #who cares... if i suck at my job again i suck at my job. if i get fired i get fired!!

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httpluffy · 2 years

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𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓂ℯ 𝓇ℯ𝒶𝒹𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝒶 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶 𝒷ℴℴ𝓀 ℒ𝒪ℒ:

#badass #dope #hansome #but whyyy #whyyy am i like this #loooool #idk lmao #FR ISTG IM CRYIN #𝒦𝓊ℴ𝓂𝒾'𝓈 𝓁𝓋𝓇 ℊ𝒾𝓇𝓁(𝒳𝒾𝒶) '𝓈 ℬ𝓁ℴℊℊ𝓈♥︎♫︎🌷

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whisperofthewaves · 2 years

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you fucking end it like that oh my god????? xDDDDD

#gry rodzinne #I am fucking cryin lmao #oh god

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miley1442111 · 5 days

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down bad- jj maybank

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a/n: yes, i am a swifty- sorry lmao. I was thinking of doing a story for every track but we'll see how that ends up lol.

intended for fem!reader

summary: based off of down bad by taylor swift

pairings: jj maybank x fem!reader, (platonic) rafe cameron x adopted sister

warnings: break-ups, no happy ending

Did you really beam me up

In a cloud of sparkling dust

Just to do experiments on

Tell me I was the chosen one

Show me that this world is bigger than us

Then send me back where I came from?

It was another party and another useless attempt at calling Jj. You sat in the corner, exhaustion pulling at your eyelids, yet you stayed. You stayed for the small chance that Jj might come. It might’ve been your birthday, but you’d never been less merry in your life.

For a moment, I knew cosmic love

What happened? You two had been the pogue couple. You two were perfect for each other, his teenage petulance, your logical mindset. You were going to college on the mainland, you’d probably bring him with you. At least, that’s what the entire island thought.

You were his sense. You were his saviour. You stopped his excessive drinking and smoking. You were there for him every time he stood up to his father. You helped him with schoolwork when everyone else had given up on him. You stayed by his side, always.

And he discarded you.

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym)

Everything comes out teenage petulance

Fuck it if I can't have him (Fuck it if I can't have him)

I might just die, it would make no difference

Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood)

Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can't have us

I might just not get up, I might stay

You sat there all night, waiting for a sign of him. He didn’t show. He forgot your birthday. He must’ve really been done with you.

As you swept up the remnants of a party you didn’t want, a familiar voice rang through the house.

“You alright?” Rafe, your brother. You wanted to scream, but you took a deep breath instead, a pleasant smile on your tear-stained face.

“Fine,” you lied. “How are you?”

“I heard Jj left you,” he sighed. “I’m sorry-”

“If you’re here to gloat Rafe, I’m not in the mood,” you sighed. “Just go.”

He didn’t move. “I’m sorry-”

You rolled your eyes and pulled his hand off you. “Leave me alone.”

“I’m here for you, you know that, right?”

You didn’t want Rafe to be there for you, you wanted Jj to be there for you. You hadn’t felt rejection and devastation like this break-up. Jj was your first love, your first everything. Every time you closed your eyes you felt his hands on your body, his whispers in your ear, his smile on your skin.

Down bad (Like I lost my twin)

Fuck it if I can't have him (Down bad)

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

“You’re my everything,” he whispered, a hand dusting your waist. “We don’t have to do anything.”

You shook your head. “I want to,” you promised.

“You sure princess?” he smiled. You nodded.

I loved your hostile take-overs

Encounters closer and closer

All your indecent exposures

How dare you say that it's?

I'll build you a fort on some planet

Where they can all understand it

How dare you think it's romantic

Leaving me safe and stranded?

'Cause fuck it, I was in love

So fuck you if I can't have us

(Ah)

'Cause fuck it, I was in love

You opened your eyes again, tears spilling freely. “Get out Rafe.”

“I don’t think you want that.”

“I do,” You sobbed. “I want you and everyone else on this shitty island out of my fucking life! I can’t fucking wait to get out of here, away from you and fucking away from Jj! I hate you Rafe, truthfully, I do. But I hate Jj even more, and you’re just here because your dad asked you to be and we both know it, so if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like to be left alone.”

Jj stilled, the flowers in his hand falling to the floor. You turned at the sound and another choked sob left your throat.

“Get out of my life!” You shouted, running up the stairs to your bedroom.

Now I'm down bad, cryin' at the gym (Cryin' at the gym)

Everything comes out teenage petulance

Fuck it if I can't have him (Can't have him)

I might just die, it would make no difference

Down bad, wakin' up in blood (Wakin' up in blood)

Starin' at the sky, come back and pick me up

Fuck it if I can't have us

I might just not get up,I might stay

Rafe sighed and looked at Jj. “What the fuck are you doing here man?”

“I wanted to see her,” he mumbled.

“You fucked her up, get out,” Rafe was baring his teeth. “I’m not telling you twice.”

“Please-” he tried but Rafe just sighed.

Down bad (Like I lost my twin)

Fuck it if I can't have him (I'm down bad)

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

The summer months passed, you went to the mainland for an internship and slowly tried to forget about Jj. He forgot about you. You dreamt of him every night, wished for him every day.You left thousands of messages.

He didn’t read them.

Like I lost my twin

Fuck it if I can't have him

Down bad (Wavin' at the ship)

Fuck it if I can't have him

#jj maybank fluff #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj mayback imagine #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank angst #jj maybank outer banks #jj maybank smut #obx cast #obx fic #obx imagine #obx x reader #obx rp #rafe obx #obx #obx fanfiction #outer banks

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millersdjarin · 1 year

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Parts of You

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 1.9k

Excerpt/Summary: "And, sitting here watching him strip it all down for me, laying his weapons on the floor and his armour beside it, it hits me just how big of a deal this is. That he would take off these parts of him. That he would show me pieces of him that no one else has ever seen." some tender, loving, soft pre-smut ♥︎

Rating: T-M(? to be safe)

Warnings/Tags: helmetless!din, established relationship, soft, tender, soft!din, brief mention of a fight

Notes: might make an actual smutty sequel to this, will add it in a link on this post if i do ♥︎ but for now this is just pre-filth lmao. i love him so much and i just am so soft for him all the time i'm cryin!!! also i write in first person, hope u don't mind!

So, maybe rushing into the fight like that wasn’t a great idea.

But someone needed my help. What was I supposed to do? Just watch it happen? Sit there and let it all go down when I knew that I had the tools—and the ability—to help them?

I might not be a Mandalorian, but I can still help people when they need me.

Even Din gets hurt sometimes.

As he patches me up, I tell him as much. “Even you’re not invincible.”

He shakes his head, pulling sutures through the wound on my forearm. Someone sliced it with a knife. “I’m not saying you did the wrong thing,” he replies. “Just asking you to be more careful.”

“Psh. I’m fine.”

He glances up at me. Even with his helmet on, I know what the expression underneath it looks like. Unimpressed, disbelieving, and teasing.

“Leave me alone. I was helping someone.” I say with a smile.

“If I left you alone,” he ties the sutures, “you’d still be bleeding.”

I watch as he pulls away and reaches for a bacta patch to stick over the cut. Once it’s in place, he looks up at me, and into my eyes. I can’t help it; I lean in and rest my forehead against his, feeling the cool beskarr against my skin. “Can we get out of here?” I whisper.

“You’re not going to thank me for patching you up?”

I laugh and sling my good arm over his shoulder, resting it in the gap between his pauldrons and the base of his helmet where only soft fabric sits. “Thank you. My hero.”

He brushes the backs of his gloved fingers down my face, and I lean into his touch. I want to feel the warmth of his skin. See the brown of his eyes that I’m still getting to know.

I still consider it probably the greatest honour I’ve ever known that I am one of two people he lets see him without his helmet. The fact that I’m anywhere close to Grogu in Din’s heart is something I still can’t get over.

I reach up and lay my hand on his left pauldron. Smoothing my thumb over it, I smile up at him. “Can we get out of here so I can kiss you?” I ask. “Please?”

Wordless, he steps back and nods, before heading towards the cockpit.

The gentle hiss of his helmet releasing and lifting from his head makes my heart flutter. For so long, we only kissed when my eyes were closed. And it was enough. Gods, it was more than enough. It was enough to drive me crazy before he even touched me anywhere else.

But this…

His smile. Soft, shy. His brown eyes and long, dark eyelashes, blinking gently at me. We’re standing by our bunk, my hands on his still-armoured chest. “There you are,” I whisper. Gently, I reach up, ghosting my fingertips over his lovely cheek. His eyes flutter closed at the feeling, and a soft sigh releases from his lips.

His smile doesn’t waver as he puts the helmet down on the counter behind him. When he turns back to me, he places his hands on my hips. “Hi,” he says. The sound of his unmodulated voice sends shivers down my spine.

Carefully, I take hold of one of his hands and hold it up between us. I give a warning tug to his gloves, looking up at him with raised eyebrows. “Can I?”

He nods.

I pull off one glove, then the other, lifting up both of our hands so I can place them palm-to-palm in the space between our bodies. Sighing, I push my fingers in between his. He’s so warm. His hands are so soft. Wearing gloves for every fight you’re ever in is a good way to keep calluses at bay, I suppose.

“Mesh’la…” he says, quiet, the old Mandalorian word for beautiful still taking me by surprise when he says it.

Leaning in, I press our foreheads together. His breath is hot and sweet on my lips.

I can’t wait any longer.

I close the small distance between our mouths and kiss him, soft, capturing his top lip between both of mine.

He sighs against me. His ungloved hands gently slide down my forearms, over my elbows and up the backs of my biceps. I can feel the warmth of his skin and it’s heaven, his lips moving slowly against mine, his hands carefully making their way up to press flat against each of my shoulder blades.

I tug on him, coaxing him towards the bed. Then, pulling away for just a moment, I gently knock on his chest armour with my knuckles. “Get this off please?” I sit down on the edge of the bed.

He chuckles. “Anything for you.”

I could watch him taking off his armour all day. Not just because he’s getting naked, although that is of course a part of it. But because he’s so methodical about it, so careful, his armour and all the attached weapons so important to him, part of the very core of who he is. And, sitting here watching him strip it all down for me, laying his weapons on the floor and his armour beside it, it hits me just how big of a deal this is. That he would take off these parts of him. That he would show me pieces of him that no one else has ever seen. That he knows I love to see his bare skin, that he likes to feel mine with his own, and warm me with his soft, scarred, and precious body.

When he looks up at me, he must see the emotion on my face. A gentle frown finds its way onto his forehead. “You alright?”

I nod, feeling teary. He’s only got his under trousers on now, everything else laid out neatly on the floor and the shelf behind him. Reaching out to him, I say, “Just love you, is all.”

He smiles and crows feet appear around his eyes. He accepts my invitation to come closer, taking hold of my hands and carefully crouching to kneel down in front of me. He puts his hands on my knees and rubs his thumbs in circles. “I love you,” he tells me, looking deep into my eyes. Searching them like he’ll find even more of me to love there.

My hands find their way to his cheeks. He tilts his head, pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist, closing his eyes for the moment they linger.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

He’s gently pushing my knees apart, sliding his hands up my thighs and towards my waistband. But his eyes don’t leave mine. “What for?”

I shake my head. At first, I’m lost for words. There is so much to thank him for. For trusting me, for making me part of his life, for being who he is. For letting me love him. “You don’t know how much this means to me,” I say instead of answering his question, spreading my fingers out across his cheeks, neck, and temples. “Seeing you. All of you.”

He kisses my wrist again. His hands are on my waist now, holding me steady and safe. “It means a lot to me, too,” he says lowly.

“I know.”

“You mean a lot to me.”

“I know that, too.”

“Good,” he says. His thumbs dip under the waistband of my trousers, pushing up my T-shirt so he can get to my skin. The feeling of him touching me, skin-to-skin, gently rubbing each side of my navel, it’s a lot. And knowing where his hands are headed, it’s almost enough to take me out. His thumbs rub just under the lower roll of my stomach. “How do you want me?” He asks. His voice is so husky and quiet. Just for me. Just for us, here in this moment.

I swallow. “However you want me,” I answer. Because it’s true. I’d give him anything and everything.

In response, he kisses me. Gently, but so intense that his nose squishes against my cheek and mine squishes against his. As I inhale a sharp breath, I let my hands fall back into his hair, one of them winding down his neck and towards his back. Forever and not for long enough, he kisses me like I’m made of something that is needed for him to stay alive. His breath is going into my mouth and he tastes so familiar, so like him, that I just need more, more, more.

I moan sadly when he pulls away from my lips. But it turns into a different kind of noise when I realise he’s trailing his down my cheek, my jaw, to my neck. He leaves open-mouthed kisses all the way down until he reaches the neckline of my shirt.

“May I?” He asks against my skin. His voice vibrates into my shoulder.

I nod. “Please.”

He pulls back just enough that he can take hold of the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Then half of me is bare before him except my undergarment, and the look in his eyes is something that I will remember forever. Blown pupils, so wide I can barely see the brown of his irises anymore, with breath coming from his lips fast and hot.

I don’t wait for him to ask, this time. I pull my bra off over my head, thankful that it’s not one with clasps that need fiddled with. When I’m exposed to him, his eyes somehow light up even more.

He kisses me once more before moving away again, this time pressing his forehead into the space between my breasts. I hold him there with a hand on the back of his head, feeling him leave kisses wherever he can get to.

“Din,” I say, soft.

He pulls back just a little and meets my eyes.

Giving him a coy smile, I take one of my hands and let it rest on his ass where he is still, unfortunately, clothed. “The rest?” I request.

He smiles like he would never say no to me. Then, without a word, he pulls away and rids himself of the last of his clothes.

My Gods.

Fucking fuck. He is perfect.

I tell him this. He smiles, full-blown and full of desire, and kneels down between my legs again. Not breaking our eye contact he slides his hands up my legs and they find again the waistband of my trousers that’s now slipped below my navel. He doesn’t have to ask; I’m wiggling out of them before he can take a breath to speak.

He chuckles at my keenness and carefully lays my clothes beside his on the rug. Then dips his head and brushes his lips along my knee.

I close my eyes, feeling his breath brushing right towards my centre. Slowly, he traces his nose and the very faintest touch of his lips up my thigh, getting closer and closer to where I need him.

“Din…” I whisper. “Din, you’re killing me…”

He chuckles. “Just getting started, sweetheart.” Then, looking up at me from under his eyelashes, he nods towards the bed. “Lie back for me.”

I do.

Maker, I do.

♥︎end♥︎

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analogwriting · 4 months

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It Comes in Waves

Chapter 28: Closeout

Trafalgar Law x gn!reader word count: 2.1k a/n: well, this is it. this is the end. i didn't think i'd ever actually write and publish this but here we are. and i definitely didn't think people would like it but i see y'alls comments n likes. y'all got me cryin' frfr. anyway - i have a lot more in store. i have so many prompts on my phone. the dreams don't stop either sooo...here's to the next one ig lmao thank you all for reading n hopefully you'll stick around for what's to come ;a; (who knows, maybe I'll write a smutty epilogue in the future) first

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Word eventually let out that you were awake, the Strawhats coming to check on you as well. They filled you in on their various battles and you were in awe of each one of them. It seemed, however, that not only was Luffy still out of commission, but so was Zoro. They seemed to have really pushed themselves this time around.

Fitting that it was the both of them, too.

Even when the Strawhats visited, Law didn’t leave your side, opting for sitting in the chair next to your bed. Nami and Sanji were giving you side eyes you were absolutely trying to ignore. Robin seemed to smile at you in a way that made you suspicious of her. She always had the knowing mom look, though.

Once they all filed out, you groaned, plopping back into your mattress. “I am so exhausted,” you mumbled, throwing an arm over your eyes. You felt the bed next to you dip, a tell tale sign that Law had moved back to sitting closer to you.

“Why don’t you get some sleep?” You groaned, looking at him as you moved your arm. “I need to get out of this room. I’m getting cabin fever,” you mumbled, sitting back up.

“Then let’s go on a walk.” Your eyes lit up. “Really?” Law nodded. “I don’t see why not. You’re all healed up, I think you resting was just a formality at this point.”

In moments, you were out of bed, standing and stretching. A groan escaped from your lips as you did so. Your hands were above your head as you stretched yourself out and you felt a set of arms wrap around your middle. A quick glance and you saw the familiar tattoos that you loved so much. Your face warmed up and you smiled, your own hands, resting on top of Law’s. Your head moved to the side slightly as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You’re very clingy,” you teased softly.

“Well, now that I have you, I don’t want to let you go,” he mused, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and you leaned into him. You looked out the window to the town below. It was a serene feeling right now. Something that you wished could last forever. However, with both of you being pirates, that wasn’t possible, but you weren’t going to complain. As much as you were enjoying the moment, if everyday was like this - you’d get bored so fast.

You turned around in Law’s arms, looking at him. You pressed kiss to his lips, humming softly.

“FOOD!” You pulled from Law as you heard a familiar holler. Your eyes went to the door, widening. He was awake? You looked at Law, who let you go and nodded. “Go on.”

You smiled, but interlaced your fingers with him as you took off down the hallway and to where you were hearing Luffy chanting for something to eat. Law followed you, protesting the running, but going anyway. You stopped in the doorway as you saw Luffy. You had seen him earlier when he was all bandaged up and it almost brought you to tears.

He looked at you, a bright smile stretching across his face. “Y/N!” You let out a sigh of relief, seeing him looking just fine now. Sure, he still had some bandages on, but you knew he was just fine. “Luffy,” you said. “Good to see you’re doing okay.”

“Of course I am! I’m going to be King of the Pirates!” He cackled and you smiled. “Of course. You need to become the king first before you let yourself keel over, yeah?” He nodded as he stuffed his face.

“So, what’s that all about?” Zoro said, looking at you and nodding to your hand laced with Law’s. You felt Law tense and you snorted, looking at the greenhaired swordsman. “Listen, I know that you have no idea what it’s like to have someone love you, but surely you know what holding hands means,” you teased, smirking at him.

From somewhere, you heard Sanji laughing at your words. “Take that, mosshead!” You snorted, seeing Zoro narrow his eyes at you. “Why I oughta-”

“Try something and you know your captain will absolutely fight you,” you mumbled under your breath at him. He glared at you, but the two of you broke out into grins. “Good to see you’re doing just fine then,” he said. You nodded. “You too.”

You sat down with Law, catching up with Luffy and Zoro. You filled them in on other events that happened outside of their battles that you knew about and they told you about theirs. It wasn’t long before both the Strawhats and the Heart Pirates joined. After all, the captains were here, so it made plenty of sense.

Everyone delved into their own conversations. “By the way, y/n,” Shachi began, capturing your attention, “What was that giant flaming lady talking about?” You blinked, tilting your head to the side. “Yeah, I’m curious too,” Law said from beside you.

Then you remembered. “Yeah, I have absolutely no idea.” You snorted, shaking your head. “You’re not related to a god?” You shook your head. “Not that I’m aware of.” You smirk, shrugging. “Maybe my looks are just so godlike, they mistook me for one,” you mused with a laugh.

It raised some laughter from others and Law leaned in. “Though, I don’t think I god could compare to you,” he murmured in your ear, making your face turn red. “You keep saying things like that and I’m going to have to take you into the other room to make you deal with the consequences,” you murmured right back. He just grinned, pulling away.

Once more, you had that feeling of absolute content. Everything felt like it was in the right place. You were officially part of the Heart Pirates, Law was by your side, another battle won, and you also found a little bit of closure somewhere along the way. You knew that somewhere, your father was looking down on you with a smile on his face. And you knew Corazon had to be doing the same for Law.

You looked over as Shachi and Penguin seemed to be teasing him relentlessly about you. “I’m just glad it’s finally a thing - he would not shut up about you sometimes,” Shachi said. You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?” A grin slowly spread across your face and you chuckled.

“Yeah,” Penguin began, “You remember that one island? The one where you two had to race? He would not shut up about you after you left. Talking about how you were so smart and amazing.” You raised your eyebrows, looking at a very red Law. “Is that true?” you teased him softly, earning a glare - or what he tried to use as a glare. You just snorted, laughing loudly. “Didn’t realize I had such an impression.” You pressed your shoulder into Law’s and he grumbled.

“Well, sometimes they wouldn’t shut up about you either,” Nami interjected, joining your small group. Your own eyes widened as you silently pleaded for her to not. She sat down. “You know my price,” she mused and you knew it was game over. You didn’t have enough berries to keep her quiet and the both of you knew it. Especially since this is something she had been hanging on to so long.

“I remember one night, you had been drinking, and you wouldn’t shut up about Law. Talking about, well, sounds like exactly what he did.” Nami laughed as you started turning red. “Sanji and I started taking bets on when it would happen. Usopp was even in on it.” Your mouth fell open. Bets?

Penguin laughed. “We had bets too!” Both you and Law just stared at your fellow friends before looking at each other. “Was it really that bad?” you said, and, in unison, everyone chimed, “Yes!”

Both of you were redder than tomatoes at this point. Damn, you didn’t realize.

“Wait, so Traffy and y/n are dating?” You heard Luffy’s voice from behind you. You turned around and noticed he was talking to Zoro, who nodded. “Oh cool! They always seemed to get along really well - I’m happy for them!” You honestly were surprised he caught on in the slightest. You couldn’t help but smile as you turned back around.

“I even still have that picture from the party,” Sanji said, holding up a photo. Penguin and Shachi were up so fast that they almost tipped over their drinks. “Picture?” they chimed, looking at the cook.

“Sanji, I’m begging you,” you began. “Luffy!” You held out your hand, Law looking at you in absolute confusion.

“Got it!” His sandal was in your hand. “What are you-” Law began, but Sanji yelped. “Not again, please! Fine, fine. I won’t show it.” You began to lower your weapon, glaring at him when a certain orange haired girl cleared her throat.

Nami grinned, holding up her copy. “How many do you have?” You groaned, knowing you couldn’t win.

“Enough.” However, you noticed Brook talking to Ikkaku. “I was just wondering if I cou-” You moved fast, flinging the sandal in his direction, smacking him in the head. He cried out, rubbing his skull where you hit him. “Leave Ikkaku alone!” you shouted at him.

Luffy cackled from behind you. “It never gets old!” He fell onto the floor laughing.

“What the hell is that all about?” Law asked, still confused on what he had just witnessed. He looked a little frightened and a little turned on. “Oh, it’s a secret technique of mine. I call it fuck around and find out, featuring Luffy’s chancla,” you said with a shrug.

Your new captain just stared at you in bewilderment. You heard Shachi’s voice. “Keep sandals away from y/n, got it.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “Anything can be a chancla if you’re not a coward,” you warned, causing him to yelp and latch on to Penguin. You just grinned, laughing.

It wasn’t long before people were looking at the picture. “Aw! You look like a little family,” you heard Robin say. “Our little y/n…all grown up,” you heard Franky say from next to her, pretending to wipe away a tear. You groaned, hiding behind your own hands.

While the others were distracted, Law reached into his pocket and took out one just like it. “Wait, when the hell did you get one?” You looked at him in bewilderment.

“Remember when you were wearing my jacket? You stuffed it in the pocket and when you returned it, it was still in there.”

“And you kept it?” you asked, feeling your heart race. A sheepish grin spread across the man’s face and you just stared at him. That was so incredibly sweet and you had no idea what to do. You wanted to kiss him right here and now, but you knew the others would not shut up if you did. Maybe you were going to take him to another room and absolutely shag the life out of him.

You sighed, laughing softly. “Guess, under the circumstances, it makes sense,” you mused, looking to the others as they all celebrated. You knew you all would be setting sail soon. You’d be leaving with the Heart Pirates and saying goodbye to Luffy and the Strawhats, so you were going to enjoy this while it lasted.

You felt Law’s hand find yours, lacing your fingers together once more. You glanced at him, but he was currently engrossed in a conversation with Robin. A soft smile settled on your face as you turned your attention to the duo of troublemakers.

“Oh, we need to get you caught up on that romance. A new book came out and Shachi read it. Apparently…” Penguin went into a rant about the book series that they had started reading and discussing with you a couple of years ago. Damn, a couple of years already? Time seriously flew by. You felt Law squeeze your hand gently and you glanced at him. He gave you a small grin as he looked at you from the corner of his eye and you returned it before you both returned to your conversations.

This was the start of a new chapter of your life and you couldn’t be more excited.

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