#reluctant to get invested in them

[whimsyprinx]

im so glad that kane reads webcomics as well because none of my few friends seem to read webcomics (correct me if I’m wrong) and thus I have no one to discuss them with

#whimsy whispers #me or kane will go ‘wanna talk about this webcomic I’m reading?’ and it’s so fun #sometimes we realize ‘oh hey I’m reading that too’ or we end up reading the one being discussed #we have a lot of opinions on tropes and shit #again I’m thinking of last year when we got to the house after gping out to idk their fams house or soemthing #and it was me kane their sister and her bf all in the kitchen making food cause it was like late and we were hungry #and we didn’t feel like turning on the lights either and me and kane started discussing a webcomic while our food cooked and everyone else #just stood around like 👁️👁️ while we discussed the intricacies or the webcomic we were both reading #idk people with the same interest is fun #and unfortunately I only have like one interest abdjfjkgky #idk im not capable of getting invested in things and I really wish I could like I very much want to have a fandom and series I love #but I haven’t since she ra ended and admittedly near the end of she ra I didn’t care as much #I think it’s partially because most series just get canceled early on or are put out so fast that it’s over before you know it and thus I’m #reluctant to get invested in them #I’ve tried and then the series gets canceled so I’m like :/ sick of it #and then idk the rest of the reason the universe (adhd?) looks at me and says haha no

[punisheddonjuan]

The New York Times, however, does have rules and norms. Schwartz had no prior reporting experience. Her reporting partner Gettleman explained the basics to her, Schwartz said in a podcast interview on January 3, produced by Israel’s Channel 12 and conducted in Hebrew.

Gettleman, she said, was concerned they “get at least two sources for every detail we put into the article, cross-check information. Do we have forensic evidence? Do we have visual evidence? Apart from telling our reader ‘this happened,’ what can we say? Can we tell what happened to whom?”

Schwartz said she was initially reluctant to take the assignment because she did not want to look at visual images of potential assaults and because she lacked the expertise to conduct such an investigation.

This is stunning.

The fear among Times staffers who have been critical of the paper’s Gaza coverage is that Schwartz will become a scapegoat for what is a much deeper failure. She may harbor animosity toward Palestinians, lack the experience with investigative journalism, and feel conflicting pressures between being a supporter of Israel’s war effort and a Times reporter, but Schwartz did not commission herself and her nephew to report one of the most consequential stories of the war. Senior leadership at the New York Times did.

Schwartz said as much in an interview with Israeli Army Radio on December 31. “The New York Times said, ‘Let’s do an investigation into sexual violence’ — it was more a case of them having to convince me,” she said. Her host cut her off: “It was a proposal of The New York Times, the entire thing?”

“Unequivocally. Unequivocally. Obviously. Of course,” she said. “The paper stood behind us 200 percent and gave us the time, the investment, the resources to go in-depth with this investigation as much as needed.”

The whole piece is quite long, please go read it yourself, it's quite definitive.

#Link #article #Palestine

[laurasimonsdaughter]

Picture this: Dragons using their caves to age cheese. Dragon Cheesemakers!!

The dragon coiled his enormous body, completely blocking the entrance of the tunnel that lead to the caves.

“No,” he snarled, smoke pluming from his nose.

The cheesemonger pinched the bridge of her own nose. “Look, I explained this to you at the start,” she tried once more. “I make cheese.”

“Yes,” the agreed, nodding his scaly head.

“Then I bring the cheese here.”

“Yes.”

“Then you store all the cheese in your cave, keeping it at the perfect temperature and humidity.”

“Yes.” He sounded particularly proud of this part.

“And then when the cheese has ripened,” she concluded. “I come to pick the cheese up again.”

A thunderous scowl clouded his maw. “No.”

“But that’s how it works!” she cried in exasperation. “I make the cheese, you store the cheese, I sell the cheese, I make more cheese!” She peered up at him. “You do realise I cannot bring you new cheese until I have sold this cheese.”

The dragon considered this for a moment. “Ah, but what if—” he began. “What if you go and make more cheese. And bring me the cheese. And I put it in my cave, with the rest of the hoard. And then I keep it there forever.”

“No,” she said flatly.

It was remarkable how much a dragon could look like it had just swallowed a lemon.

“You can’t keep cheese forever,” she insisted. “It will spoil and go bad!”

“You said it would get better and better!” the dragon roared indignantly. “And I take good care of them! With the air flow and the humidity and the temperature!”

“And that is great,” she said, trying to smile through her frustration. “But when a cheese is ripe, it’s ripe! Then you should not be kept anymore, it should be eaten.”

The dragon scraped it’s formidable claws against the stony ground and sulked.

“Look…” The cheese mongering business did not tend to require a lot of sweet-talking, but she was making an effort. “I’m sure the cheeses that aged in your cave are the best cheeses people have ever tasted. When they find out how delicious they are they will want us to make loads more. Maybe several caves’ worth!”

The reptilian eyes stared at her with disgruntled, reluctant interest. “Several caves?”

“If we’re lucky! And I could make so much cheese that I could bring you new cheese as soon as I pick up the aged cheese. Your cave would never even be empty!”

This seemed to strike a chord. The dragon lifted his head a little.

“And that would really be much better for the rest of your hoard,” she continued with fresh inspiration. “Because if you leave cheese too long, it might go bad and spoil the cheeses next to it too!”

A nervous ripple went through the beast’s scaly body, but he clearly was not convinced just yet. “But what sort of a hoard is it if I have to give it away,” he complained.

“Well! Cheese is not just any old hoard! It’s a developing creation! And you will have a hoard that is constantly developing too. Constantly changing, but, if we do this right, never shrinking.”

The dragon looked at her solemnly, wavering with uncertainty. Perhaps she shouldn’t hold it against the poor thing, it must be a difficult concept to wrap his head around.

“And I will tell you what,” she said encouragingly. “If business is good, I can start investing in some really good crumbly cheeses. You can keep those in your cave for five whole years!”

“That is quite a long time for humans, is it not?” he said, sounding a little more cheerful.

“Very long. Especially when it comes to cheese. Cheeses that have been aged that long are very expensive.”

In retrospect, she should perhaps have led with that. Gourmand or not, a dragon was still a dragon after all. A glittering, toothy grin appeared on her recalcitrant business partner’s shout and he moved just enough for her to move past him into the mountain.

“Tell me more about this expensive cheese that crumbles.”

She hid a smirk. “If you help me carry some of the current ones out, it would be my pleasure.”

#anon I am blowing you kisses #what a fantastic idea #don't get me wrong I also support dragons making their own cheese #100% #but this was the funniest to me #urban fantasy professionals #dragon #dragons #urban fantasy #laura drabbles

[mamoonde]

i really really want more modern cultivation au secret genius wei wuxian who just drops mind-blowing revolutionary theories and innovations anonymously under a stupid ass middle school pen name like yLlingla0zuxX

comical plot twist:

lan qiren has a secret hobby ever since he discovered the joys of Online Cultivation Forums, especially one where he can scout for people with Massive Potential and/or Brilliant Ideas and offer to help them formalize their ideas into actual Papers (or discover Horrible ones and send them better reference materials).

of course, Internet etiquette sanctifies anonymity so lan qiren doesn't press for personal information from the few brilliant minds he meets. he has a good instinct for identifying the younger ones from the tried and true experts, and this yLlingla0zuxX clearly is an esteemed veteran.

his methods may seem scattered, but lan qiren is Most Willing to Invest in the Time to help this esteemed cultivator get the merit and proper consideration his ideas deserve. under the very proper alias: GrandArchivist.

GrandArchivist reaches out to yLlingla0zuxX offering to help him flesh out his innovations so yLlingla0zuxX can get it published and patented as Proper.

yLlingla0zuxX is reluctant at first, but agrees to do it. he shares a gee doc link.

it takes a while, but - between lan qiren's initial bafflement at real-time collaboration and yLlingla0zuxX's erratic and rambling thoughts - they manage to publish it.

offscreen:

GrandArchivist reaches out to his nephew A-Huan how this gee doc works and if he's Sure it's not a bad virus or phishing scam link or anything. he opens the link to see. bulleted paragraphs??? paragraphed bullet points??? either way, the most horrible draft he's ever seen... typing itself???? a-huan, are you certain this yLlingla0zuxX has not hacked my computer?

#mo dao zu shi #mdzs au #crossposted on twt #modern cultivation au #genius wwx #wei wuxian lan qiren friendship #mamoonde fics

[sy-on-boy]

Damian's not nervous about who will win the right to dance with him. He doesn't care. Obviously.

Except Anya Forger is now lagging behind in the trivia quiz. She rattled off her first few answers with ease (genuinely surprising, how would she know about the milk and his dog? He can't imagine Ewen or Emile would tell her), but now she's struggling and giving out ridiculous answers. Who on earth is Benjerpoop Peeface GooFallo? Is Anya really that stupid? And why is he getting anxious about Anya not winning??

Someone has four points. One more point and this random girl will be dancing with Damian. Damian gulps nervously. Anya only has three points. The next question will determine his fate, and he doesn't trust Anya will know the answers to these highly specific questions—

Wait.

Highly specific question.

Damian can ask a question that only Anya knows the answer of.

Damian is so frazzled that he barely questions why Anya is the only one he wants to dance with. Or the integrity of him helping Anya win. All he wants is to the stop the imminent danger of someone snatching Anya's (rightful?) spot.

Damian raises his hand. "Ewen, can I ask a question to the ladies?"

Ewen looks a bit surprised by how the reluctant Damian is suddenly involving himself. "Sure thing, bossman! It's your dance partner after all. Come up!"

And now Damian's faced with the intense scrutiny of the five girls. Anya's stare seems particularly piercing, but she always has that effect on people. It's almost like she can read minds.

Anya suddenly jolts and looks away like she's nervous. Huh. Right, she's probably nervous because that other girl is one point away. Damian has to think of a highly specific question that the other girl will never know the answer to, and a question that only Anya can answer. It shouldn't be that hard considering they're in the same class and they did a lot of stuff together... Damian blushes at the thought of their extensive history.

But wait! Focus! This isn't time to blush. Except he's not blushing. Totally not.

Damian clears his throat. Everyone is looking at him. They're at question 13— an unlucky number, and coincidentally the number pinned on Anya's dress, so maybe it's a lucky number after all?

"Question 13: name one food in my ration can during the bus hijacking!"

There's a ripple of surprise when Damian mentions the bus hijacking. The other four girls look nervous. That's right, Damian knows Becky and Anya have suitors who admire their bravery during the hijacking, but no one seems to have mentioned that to Damian so far... and that scratches an uncomfortable scar in his heart. Hey, Damian was also involved in saving the class. Why didn't anyone admire his bravery, then?

See, this is a strategic question. None of the other girls seem to care about the hijacking, but Anya was right next to him on the bus. Her best friend's company provided the rations. Moreover, this is about food, and Damian knows how Anya invested is when it concerns food. She'll know the answer. He knows she knows.

In addition, Damian thinks he made the question quite open ended. She only has to name one food. Damian tries to recall them in his head: beef jerky, mints, digestives, hmm, what else...

"Salted nuts," Anya says.

A hush falls over the crowd. Everyone's looking at her, but she's looking at him. Damian's heart does an odd little thump.

"... I remember that because Sy-on boy gave the nuts to me."

Damian wasn't even thinking about that connection. Honestly, he had been so stressed that he could barely remember giving Anya her favourite nuts. Well, more power to Anya.

"That is correct," he says, and he can hear Becky cheer from the sidelines. Suddenly flustered and overwhelmed by how Anya remembers that little detail, Damian steps away and lets Ewen continue with the quiz.

Anya is up to four points, and she's tied with the other girl. That thought makes Damian nauseous. Anya only needs one more point, and they absolutely cannot let the other girl win—

Ewen begins what could be the last question. "Question 14: Which person does Damian love best?"

Damian instantly whips his head towards Ewen, his face beet red. "HUH?!" he screeches. He was already feeling fluttery and jittery from earlier, and now Ewen has to do this? Does his best friend want him to die, huh?!

At least it seems like everyone else is equally flustered. They yell out wrong answers, and Damian feels a rush of relief upon seeing the other girl with four points get it wrong. But wait, she isn't the only one with four points—

Anya presses her button. Her eyes are wide, as clear and as beautiful as glass, shooting a devastating arrow into Damian's resolve.

And before she says a word, Damian knows she knows. From her expression, he can tell she has the correct answer. Because of course she knows him the best out of these girls. Anya Forger, the commoner who stole him away.

He knows exactly what she'll say, and he's almost terrified by how she pinpointed that, but at the same time endlessly relieved that she knows such an important part of him. They're just kids who want their fathers to love them, aren't they? She understands him. She sees through him.

... Ah, why does it feel like Anya can see through all of him except for his heart?

Anya opens her mouth.

"Sy-on boy loves..."

"You," Damian thinks, his inner voice suddenly astronomically soft. "You win."

#spy x family spoilers #damian desmond #spy x family #damianya #fic snippets #anya forger #<3 #ok. brainrot NOT stopping

[hungiehipo]

Macdennis timeline

Macdennis

The 16 season long situationship filled to the brim with sociopathic tendencies, mutual abuse, and disorganized attachment between a man burdened by Catholic guilt who doesn't want love unless it hurts and a deeply dissociated man who can't be authentic unless he's immersed in a facade. And they were roommates.

What can be said that hasn't been said before? Probably nothing... still here's this.

S1-S4 PRE-MACDENNIS

This is before Mac and Dennis find themselves unwittingly thrust into a relationship neither is aware of. There is a homoerotic undertone, albeit usually as more of a joke than anything else. Neither has realized that their feelings for the other goes beyond friendship.

(Season 1 ep 1) Famous tequila scene.

(season 3 ep 4) Mac says I love you to Dennis.

(season 3 ep 15) gang dances their asses off macs dance pantomiming blowing Dennis.

(season 4 ep 1) Man hunters. Dennis puts his balls in Mac's mouth when he's sleeping, and mac shaves his pubes and glues them to Dennis' face.

(season 4 ep 4) Charlie asks Dennis if he still gets the feeling Mac wants to bang them, and that's why Mac makes project badass, Dennis agrees.

(season 4 ep 13) Nightman cometh. Mac gets a boner when Dennis' character pantomimes sex with him in the play. Dennis rips macs heart out (this comes back later)

S5-S7 MACDENNIS INTENTIONAL

Season 5 Macdennis hits like a truck. Dennis has feelings and they are BIG. We the audience witness a masterful display of homoerotic desire wrapped in a stunning amount of cognitive dissonance until "breakup" where Dennis is forced to confront the reality of his feelings. Following this crucial turning point, we are treated to a series of back and forth assertions of no-homo, feelings getting hurt, and lashing out. In order, we get Dennis introducing the dennis system, mac fighting gay marriage, Dennis getting married and kicking Mac out of the apartment, and finally Dennis getting a divorce.

Things are notably different between them post-divorce, marked by a mutual retreat from both Mac and Dennis. There's a shared reluctance to appear overly invested in each other romantically. This dynamic persists into Season 7, where Mac and Dennis noticeably maintain a considerable distance compared to previous seasons. In my honest opinion, this season exhibits the least Macdennis of any. Dennis being unhappy with Mac's weight gain likely contributes to this.

(Season 5 episode 1) Dennis suggests that they pretend to be gay married realtors. Some will say that being gay married was not essential to the scheme. Some would even say that to sell the being married thing Dennis did NOT have to be that touchy touchy. Source of baby boy nickname that has penetrated every corner of AO3 macden fanfiction.

(season 5 episode 8) PADDY'S THONG DUDE!!! PADDY'S THONG! I'm not wearing these because I'm comfortable I'm wearing them cause i wanna turn YOU on, you know what I'm saying??? you get it???

Mac jerks off a shotgun and blows its load in a kneeling dennis' gaping mouth.

(season 5 episode 9) They break up. In the podcast they say that this is a romcom. Dee points out that they act like an old married couple. Realization dawns on dennis's face and he proceeds to freak the hell out. Why? I mean... he knew it was true. We learn that they have a weekly movie night. Mac is jealous of video store clerk guy. We learn that they check in. Deleted scene at the end has Dennis blurting out that Mac has "beautiful lips" and again looking horrified.

(season 5 ep 10) Immediately after break up Dennis introduces his fool proof system for attracting WOMeN with big BIG BOOB for SEX.

(season 6 ep 1) Mac goes on a rampage against gay marriage after just last season being fake gay married to dennis. Dennis immediately gets married and kicks Mac out of the apartment. (Dennis also says he doesn't "have feelings", which Mac internalizes and it comes back in season 12)

(season 6 ep 2) dennis immediately divorces said woman and lets his boy toy (his words) come home.

radio silence all of season 7 except....

(season 7 ep 1) They go to the doctor, mac tries to carry dennis out bridal style. Dennis eats a chimichanga with Mac (romantic).

(season 7 ep 6) cold open, Dennis is holding Macs forearm while they watch the TV.

-season 7 we also learn that Mac slept with Dennis' prom date and it was very easy.

S8-S9 The kiss, the date, and the platonic naked wrestling shower scene

I believe this is the point where Mac starts to get the feeling something is off. (Again, Dennis realized in season 5). Mac has far more dissonance about it though, he like just wants to be best bros with Dennis for life, cause Dennis is like soooo cool. He is definitely not in love with Dennis he just loves Dennis like, as a blood brother. HE IS NOT GAY BECAUSE THAT IS A SIN. HE SERIOUSLY LOVES GOD A LOT.

In Season 8's Dines out Dennis delivers a speech wherein he admits that he thinks of Mac as a man who knows exactly who he is. Season 9's Mac day shows the total elimination of this belief after a full day filled with Macs self hating homophobia contrasting with his out and proud cousin "country mac".

(Season 8 ep 2) Whelp, God only knows how we ended up here after a drought like season 7, but 8 kicks off with a bang with an out of nowhere kissing attempt from Mac… right in front of Charlie too. By the look on Dennis' face I'm going to guess this has never happened before. I genuinely wonder what compelled him to do this…. like….is he just always thinking about it and forgot hes not supposed to do it for real? was it instinct?

(Season 8 ep 6) Dennis deals with emotional numbness, and nothing he tries makes him feel anything until the end of the episode where he feels too much after seeing his dead mother. This is not overtly macdennis but I think it demonstrates how he struggles with emotion and why Mac believes that Dennis does not have feelings.

(season 8 episode 9) Mac and Dennis are going on a fancy dinner date every single month. Monthly dinner and weekly movie nights.... anyway. Mac is upset that Dennis won't say something nice to him so Dennis does a speech to the whole restaurant. Yes he did kinda do it to dunk on frank and charlie. Yes he loved the attention. I think he meant what he said.

(season 8 episode 10) Dennis gets turned on by Mac totally intellectually dominating him while giving his anti science presentation. Also in the car at the end Mac was flirting.

(season 9 episode 3) Mac day. Praise God. Dennis is drowning in a sea of Macs delusion. Mac believes himself to be totally badass and not at all gay while repeatedly demonstrating the opposite. Country Mac shows Dennis what Mac could be if he was all the things he said he was and just embraced that he was gay. Dennis resents Mac.

(season 9 episode 6) saves the day. Macs fantasy involves Dennis wailing over his corpse, proclaiming his love. Dennis' fantasy is interesting, revealing his fear that Mac would abandon him the moment his sexual appeal fades. He envisions the possibility of being loved for more than his sexual abilities, yet his declaration of love precludes Jackie being hit by a car, leading to the loss of her breasts, and Dennis choosing to leave her. Lot to unpack here.

(season 9 episode 8) Mac and Dennis are trying to catch a rat. Mac tries to bash the rat, but Dennis says that its not about brute force, its about seduction. He turns on some romantic music and they both sway back and forth, looking into each others eyes, Mac takes a step forward, but Dee enters the room and the second dennis sees her he spins around and walks away.

I also feel the need to point out that Mac and Dennis went to high school together, and Macs nickname in high school was....well... Ronnie the rat.

(season 9 episode 9) Mac writes into the script of lethal weapon a scene where he and Dennis, I kid you not, wrestle naked in a shower. If you can call it wrestling... though it's more accurately described as an opportunity for an intense, naked embrace.

(season 9 episode 10) Cute food fight scene. Their apartment burns down.

s10-11 Out of their natural environment

Following the incineration of their shared home, macdennis moves in with Dee and all three of them hate it so so much.

(season 10 episode 1) Dennis looks at Mac like he wants to eat him (4 min 24 seconds) Mac says wait Dennis don't go and Dennis turns like he's expecting.... I don't know.

(season 10 episode 5) Mac and Dennis take turns watching and jacking off to creampie videos. Some will say they could just find their own porn, however I think this is one of the numerous creative ways they've found to have a sex life with each other.

(season 10 ep 3) Dennis is diagnosed with BPD.

(season 10 ep 6) The gang embarks on a journey of independence, only to discover that their lives are intricately woven together. For better or worse they will never escape each other, and will likely live this way until they die.

(season 10 episode 10) Dennis creates an entire fake cult to get Mac to do things he wants him to do. Says Macs been looking so good so sexy lately *manipulative*

(season 11 episode 4) Mac turns off the video Dee made about Dennis being raped by the librarian.

(season 11 episode 5) Macdennis play house. Mac asks Dennis if he can hear the beep too, Dennis gaslights him and says no, meanwhile getting increasingly agitated by the pool filter. It's already been explained more better by others but basically this is a metaphor for Mac wanting Dennis to acknowledge what has been happening between them, while Dennis adamantly avoids doing so. Instead, he channels his frustrations into unrelated problems.

Dennis hates going to work alone all day and Mac hates staying home, which could easily be fixed by having Mac come to work with him. Instead, Dennis' solution is a "honey-do list" (a list of chores a man would give his wife) and a dog, which Mac names DENNIS JR. (parallel to Dennis' real kid who is named Brian Jr. ) This kind of relationship paralleling is a recurring theme; for example in gets romantic, double life, and celebrity booze).

In the beginning of the episode Dennis wants to listen to Bryan Adams in the car. At the end of the episode Mac confronts him by saying "everything I do I do it for you, and everything you do you do it for yourself". (referencing the title of a very romantic Bryan Adams song)

dennis says he hates him

(season 11 ep 6) Mac asks Frank if he thinks Dennis hates him, because he just wants him to think he's cool and he puts so much work into this relationship and *unintelligible* (seriously if anyone know what Mac is saying when Frank spaces out please message me)

(season 11 ep 8) Dennis also knows about the gay bar

(Season 11 ep 10) 🎵 Amazing Grace how sweet the sauce 🎵

Mac comes out. When they play fake dinner Mac talks about him and Dennis' future home where they will have dinner parties and touches Dennis' hand. Confused, Dennis questions the idea of it being "their" home, seemingly operating under the misconception that he and Mac might eventually part ways and not continue living together.

Mac prays to god that they be saved and after being rescued he goes back into the closet.

s12 Mac claims to be gay and Dennis leaves the state of Pennsylvania

Season 12 is my favorite season!

Mac comes out, has a gay dream, gives Dennis a present, tries to insert himself as 2nd father of Dennis' child, and is swiftly abandoned.

Things start to get a little too real for Dennis, and hes just a little too vulnerable. Perfectly it turns out he has an opportunity to live the typical nuclear family lifestyle he's envisioned for himself and escape all his troubles.

(season 12 episode 6) Gay Mac rules! rich gay Mac!

The watershed moment wherein Mac comes out as gay for real this time. Dennis is beyond shocked.

(season 12 episode 7) Mac fully grasps that his feelings for Dennis are romantic after having a dream where Dennis kisses him. Upon waking he goes to find Dennis. Again Dennis dances towards him and leans in, Macs eyes light up thinking that his dream is coming true but Dennis slams the door in his face.

(season 12 ep 8) Dennis wants to completely ignore Valentines day because he doesn't think he has anybody who really cares about/loves him. Everyone in the gang openly states that they don't think he has feelings.

At the end of the ep. Mac has Dennis open a crate, which turns out to be an RPG (something that Dennis thinks is awesome and talks about all the time), and he tears up, he's incredibly touched. When Mac says there is no rocket (rendering the gift effectively useless) Dennis says he doesn't care, he loves it. Mac figured out the one thing he wanted more than anything else in the world and got it for him. This is likely not referring to the RPG but instead to the fact that he wanted someone to show him that they love him/care about him.

(season 12 ep 10) Dennis is revealed to have a son with Mandy, a woman who he had sex with on his layover from the wade boggs episode. To get him out of this jam Mac suggests they pretend to be in a relationship. Dennis, reluctantly going along with the plan, tells Mandy he sleeps with women but he is emotionally invested with Mac. When she is fine with it and says she wouldn't mind Brian Jr. having two dads, Mac enthusiastically agrees to parent Dennis' kid with him. When Dennis asks Mac why he would agree to that, since they are not a couple, Mac replies that he thought they could just keep pretending.

Mac wins a bet and gets to refurnish the apartment. He surprises Dennis by recreating their old apartment down to the last detail, save his own bedroom, which he leaves empty. He only buys Dennis a bed because he is hoping Dennis will go along with continuing to share a bed like they did at Dee's.

At the end of the episode Dennis announces he is leaving to go raise his son in North Dakota with Mandy. Nobody tries to stop him.

S13-14 DENNIS IS COMING BACK HOT

Dennis' 2 most angry/upset seasons.

In the season 13 promos Dennis is like a ghost, watching the gang laughing and talking without him. At some points they seem to notice that he's there, but just don't care. He is the only one spooked by the weird things happening around the bar.

In season 13 Dennis' returns and feels as though he is not important or needed by his friends. Mac has a journey of self-discovery, coming to terms with his sexuality and finding his identity as a gay man. Mac relies on Dennis to tell him what to do, desperate to please him, but Dennis wants Mac to take control and take care of him. Dennis only wants the illusion of control.

(Season 13 episode 1) Mac orders a sex doll of Dennis and swears he isn't blowing his loads into it. Dennis comes back.

(Season 13 episode 2) Mac finds a heart shaped lock clue whilst doing an escape room. Dennis says they should keep it between themselves.

(season 13 episode 4) Dennis holds a seminar where he publicly declares his own heterosexuality and lack of interest in Mac.

just gonna leave these quotes-

dennis- "some of you just haven't been careful enough, so youre asking yourself what can I do to save myself now. You gotta clean up your act otherwise you're going down, and you're gonna take me down with you and I ain't going down. You understand? I've been telling you this for years but you refused to listen"

----

mac- "and we should probably stop harassing them"

dennis, replying to Mac- " uh well you know, one step at a time we don't want the whole system to collapse" (but Macs only crime was being too open with his feelings for Dennis)

(season 13 ep 5) Dennis opens the floor for questions about his absence. He totally gets that everyone was giving him some space and respecting his privacy, and he's ready to talk about it now but...they just don't actually care....at all... (including Mac)

(season 13 episode 7) Its my personal interpretation that all of clip show happens in Dennis' mind in an episode of dissociation. He imagines that Mac decided to come with him to north Carolina. He imagines being confronted about why he would want to live with Mac if he "hates" him so much.

(season 13 episode 10) Mac comes out to his father in a beautiful interpretive dance and is rejected.

(season 14 episode 1) Mac tries to get into Dennis' good graces again by staging a scheme to get Dennis laid just like old times. Interestingly, Dennis isn't all that interested in banging. When its not working out with the woman, Dennis decides that it's because the leads are actually Mac and the husband. They can't seem to figure out that the leads are really each other.

Mac and Dennis are paralleled by the married couple while Charlie and Frank are mirrored by the father son duo..

"If you'd just give us a chance, we could tell a love story for the ages, a gay GAY ass love story". WE ARE READY AND SO WILLING

(season 14 episode 5) "Bathrooms at zoos are, like, big Grindr spots for closeted dads." (also refer to Macs super long pining text messages)

(season 14 ep 6) "all that for a whistle, I wonder what you'd do for a biscuit" I really don't understand how but apparently this episode really did happen and it wasn't in someones dream or anything like that??

(season 14 episode 10) Dennis says to Mac it's time to end the game. This could be interpreted as being about their 14 season song and dance, and would be backed up by the fact that the next season shows Mac completely backing off.

s15-s16 Acceptance and regret

mac tries to move on, Dennis misses his baby boy

(season 15 episode 1) We get some cute broke back mountain Macdennis. They play guitar and sing a love song they wrote together, looking into each other's eyes.

(season 15 ep 4) There's a subtle moment that's easy to miss. Dennis pats Mac's hand when they are talking to Charlie and Mac looks down at it, taking a deep breath.

(season 15 ep 5) Dennis has COVID and Mac isn't concerned, in fact he is irritated that Dennis wont admit he's sick. This is a big change from the last couple of seasons where Mac is desperate to take care of Dennis.

(season 16 episode 1) Mac and Dennis throw away all of their furniture including their beds. They now share an inflatable bed/couch and sleep together in it (just a couple seasons ago Dennis was absolutely refusing to sleep in the same bed as Mac). They are touching so much in the bed. Dennis is concerned for Mac because he has been continuously consuming nuts that he is allergic to (there's a metaphor here) and is heavily wheezing. Dennis gently places two fingers on Macs neck to check his pulse.

If Dennis did not want to sleep in the bed with Mac he would have gone and bought another inflatable bed. He would have made Mac sleep on the ground. He would have gone to sleep at Dees house. He wanted to be in that bed with Mac.

(season 16 episode 4) Dennis creates a fake dating profile under the alias of "Johnny". He buys Mac extra large anal beads to put inside of him at all times, and turns them on to signal to Mac to meet him at a hotel. He says he did it to....get him out of the house? and to get Mac to....buy him crab?

Dennis looks so devastated when Mac says he's in love with Johnny. I kinda wonder if it's the idea that Mac could love someone else that upsets him... or if he's reacting to Mac telling him he is in love with him to his face?

This is also the episode where we learn that Dennis has a fool proof method for attracting men. When Mac and Dee ask why he has this system he just shushes them.

(season 16 episode 5) The relationship between Malcom and his dad is a parallel of Mac and Dennis's relationship. The speech at the end to me seems like its hinting that Mac knows more/ has more control and power than is let on.

NEW INFORMATION JUST DROPPED I have just been made aware of the actual parallel between Malcom and the dad possibly being Dennis and Frank.

(season 16 episode 8) Nightmare! Nightmare! Nightmare!

Dennis takes a mental health day. Some people really hated this episode but I really liked it. Mac is putting coal in a pressure cooker to make diamonds. Dennis rips the CEO's (who is wearing a Hawaiian shirt like we've seen Mac wear) heart out, and squeezes it so hard it turns into a diamond and he eats it. This is a direct parallel to the nightman cometh where he also rips Macs heart out.

*edit to add* The director of this episode (who did not write the ep but still was involved in its creation obviously) Heath Cullens, in a reddit QA when asked if this was a nod to dayman replied "Nope. I think pretty much a coincidence." which I think is a total missed opportunity tbh.

This was all in Dennis' mind, and it seems to me that the Mac "situation" has left him with a sense of powerlessness. He feels isolated, trapped in an endless nightmare of his own creation, and he has nobody he can count on to help him, there's nobody he can rely on, he can only trust himself. Compressing the coal into a diamond represents Dennis molding everything to be exactly as he wishes, and by swallowing it he reclaims absolute control.

Always sunny book- : the 7 secrets of awakening the highly effective four-hour giant, today

"Mac for instance is also a 3 in ugly, so even if this exercise we're going to try fails, you'll have some company at your ugly parties. For the record, on the ugly scale charlie is a five, frank is a six, and Dee is a nine." - Dennis

#Macdennis #Mac iasip #Dennis iasip #Mac and dennis #It's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #brevity is not the soul of wit in this case #my magnum opus for my magnum dong #I'm sure this is missing plenty #feel free to tell me what I'm missing #in fact I insist that you do #Dennis reynolds #Mac macdonald #ronnie the rat #this is a living document

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Out of every ship i have been invested in, which isn't a whole lot but still, I think that narumitsu is the most justified in being the most painfully slow burn to ever have burned. Like, it's obvious to literally everyone around them that there is something between them but it still takes twenty years to do anything about it. Not because they're stupid but they're both just specific types of fucked up that make getting into a relationship kind of impossible.

They're both seemingly very reluctant to get into any sort of romantic relationships in the first place, one due to general disinterest and a truly incredible amount of emotional constipation, and the other due to his last (and only known) relationship being so fucked up that he kind of gave up on the concept entirely. Them being excruciatingly in denial about being in love for decades is just so in character because they're just Like That.

Their history is also complicated enough to warrant waiting around for each other forever, there's so much baggage and trauma and hurt between them that it's just crazy. They've saved each other and they've hurt each other and they push each other away, they owe each other their lives and their jobs and their hopes. They would do anything for each other but are still pretty justified in being afraid to take the last step into making their relationship not just platonic.

idk it feels like a lot of other ships fall into the infuriatingly slow romance because the characters are too stupid to take a hint and it's just kind of painful after a while but these are the most hilariously repressed characters I have ever seen and while they might be stupid about their own feelings, it's usually stemming from trauma which is far more interesting for me personally lol.

#my pet peeve in fics is when they admit to being stupid after pining for so long like NO YOURE TRAUMATIZED #THEY'RE JUST MENTALLY ILL #also they are some of the most non explicitly aroace characters I feel like I've come across #also its so funny to think about how gradual their attraction towards each other could have been #they start out pretty strong but are constantly toeing the line between platonic and romantic while thinking its all platonic #everyone thinks theyre married but they haven't even kissed yet #narumitsu #wrightworth #pheonix wright #miles edgeworth #ace attorney #sorry for rambling again

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Chapter 6: But Chaos Clings Within

Miguel O'Hara x Reader

WARNINGS: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Mild depictions of violence, emotional distress, mentions of mental illness, mentions of meds during pregnancies, graphic depictions of panic attacks, comfort towards the end, a squeeze of character background. Sexual language, Character study. No Proofread.

Summary: Just when things couldn't go worst, Miguel proves you wrong.

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A/N: I do not condone toxic relationships or behaviors, much less encourage them. English is not my main so excuse any typos c:

Sorry for the wait, finally got the time to get this out :'). Internship is eating my soul. Feedback much appreciated ❤️. Enjoy!

Miguel O'Hara. Lab technician from the research department. Successful scientist, the best of his generation, the million dollar brain, as Sully had called him once, married to science, hard working man-

His calloused pads pinched the bridge of his nose.

And a cheater.

A deep exhale heaved through his already rigid nose, muscles hardening from the tension that always held an obsessed grip on his body. Like a ghost, permanent, silent and always manifesting in the least proper moments.

A liar,

He pulled the keys out from the slot, and grabbed in a single hand the stacked and unused boxes on the passenger's seat. Hoarding wasn't in his traits, as he'd rather to invest in things that nurtured his self or shut Dana up, like the ring she tossed on his chest after the elephant popped in the parking lot.

Hollow-hearted lover

This would be his last time entering the place that had been his shared home for the past four and a half years. His apartment judged him with it's silence, glaring his way from every ivory and smooth wall he walked by. Sneering at his life choices with minor inconveniences, that only added to his piled up and ever heavy stress load.

He walked towards the elevator, knowing by heart the buttons he needed to press. Moving towards the turns and angles he needed, to reach his soon long gone home.

Of course lights would be on, the new owner was already making some impromptu renovations in the trampled and spat on love nest. His keys, another thing he'd have to surrender later, were pushed inside the doorknob, to then open past the gates he always made sure to double lock before sleeping.

Dana's voice filled in the living room, followed by another he knew too well by the many times she'd welcomed him at Christmas gatherings. Blanca. Her older sister.

And a reluctant daddy.

The women stopped their talk as Miguel peeked over the door, hulking frame swallowing the narrow hall connecting to the jasmine smelling living room. There was no effusive greeting this time. No welcome home hugs, nothing but silence and an bungled up smile his way from Blanca.

The woman knew better than anyone that neither Miguel or Dana were perfect. Innocently mistaking the dreadful silence and tension between as another couple quarrel.

Does she knows?

Her demureness didn't give any hints that she actually did. And it was enough for him. He wasn't in his nines to hear another hysteric fit of how much of a coward he was, or how the consequences would be out there to get him sooner or later.

Another Tyler Stone.

"Gotta go"

She hugged Dana, and then him.

"Hope everything gets better soon." She'd mumbled through whispers.

The eldest of the D'Angelo siblings spoke with a sympathetic smile before leaving for the night. Almost running in her way out to avoid being used, as usual, as a mediator.

The door clicked quietly, and it was Dana's turn to heave a tired and languid breath, yet she didn't speak. Instead, she went over the kitchen to prepare some tea.

It was more than enough cue for him to mind his business and pack away the last bits of his belongings.

Some work tools, books, diplomas and the last bits of his clothes. To his surprise, they were neatly arranged and folded in a bag.

Eyes darted towards the kitchen where Dana was. Unbothered, focused on selecting the perfect mug for her comfort drink, ignoring his existence.

It didn't feel too different when they had a fight. The aftermaths were either them lying naked, breathless and laughing like loons or silence. It all depended on how bad the fight was and who displayed the ultimate final punch.

Miguel was usually the winner, leaving Dana in the corner of shame, nursing her defeat. But this time, she had won, a flawless and clean victory.

He hated it.

Cause it didn't matter how much he tried to come up with a comeback, there wasn't any. Her beating was too powerful to even fight back, leaving him on the floor, stunned but not wounded.

The boxes were filled in matter of minutes. The more he took away the more he realized his absence wasn't even acknowledged.

Dana had already filled in those spaces, and his things being removed only added a little mess in the neatly organized place if anything.

He wasn't missed.

In fact, the nattily folded clothes only reinforced his suspicion of Dana having her subtle way of hurrying his process, to get out of her home, her life and heart.

He took turns to fill in the void space of his car, accommodating the boxes and containers in a way to not damage anything fragile. One last box was everything that remained, reducing the countdown to mere minutes. He returned at the apartment to get his books.

Hefty pages easily carried in the cardboard recipient. As he lifted it like nothing, one of his thighs knocked over a golden, minimalistic and borderline abstract statuette next to the coffee table.

Dana's rushing steps made his scowl to deepen at the sudden accident.

"Goddammit, Miguel!"

It was her favorite. A tall figure cradling a small bundle. His best interpretation was a mother and his baby she had gotten in a gentrified decor shop, something that started after they talked about kids in the long run. She had gotten the supposed sacred and good luck figurine merely out of superstition.

And now it laid broken, in tiny shards on the floor, impossible to be glued back.

Dana brought the broom and the garbage collector to sweep off the pieces.

Miguel bent to pick up the bigger shards but Dana's stern voice stopped him

"Just leave it."  She squeezed between him and the coffee table to pick up the pieces with such care it felt like picking herself up, "You've done enough." That's what she had been doing these past days.

Try and glue back all the pieces Miguel made sure to wham away with a sledgehammer.

"Dana"

Miguel's voice felt like a terse loofa on her tender skin, scrubbing raw and flushed red.

Blue gaze pinned him on the spot, a silent What from her. Sadly, they knew each other too well to ignore the subtle signs in the body language. Miguel crouched next to her, taking the rickety broom and plastic collector from her hands.

"Let me."

"Just leave, Miguel."

It was more a plead than anything. But stubborn was the main trait engraved into his brain ever since he was born.

"Dana, mi vida, look-"

"Miguel."

Her tone final. His hands rose up, defense in them.

"I'm sorry, ok?"

A shameless scoff escaped her pouty lips, while she retrieved the tools from his hands.

"The only thing you're sorry about is that you got caught, Miguel."

"I tried to correct-"

Dana took a sharp inhale before speaking, calmly. "You don't get it, do you?"

"I didn't think it would come to this, really. The condom-"

"Ugh! Stop. Stop!"

Dana had to take her distance from him, but he tried to reach out. A futile attempt as his ex fiancé slapped almost too gently his meaty palm. Away from her, disgusted and irked.

"You think I wanna hear how you fucked the receptionist? You should learn a thing or two from her-"

There it was. The bickering he loved, and the perfect chance to win her back. He didn't know if delusion hung high his brain today, but he was somehow convinced that Dana would tell him to stay. To fix everything. Delusion at it's finest.

"She was a slip-"

"And that slip and mistake ended up being pregnant and now she's trying to correct your fuck ups."

His brow quirked, suspicion rising at her sudden mellow talk.

"Didn't know you were her personal friend." His arms crossed while a hubristic smile stretched on his face. Seizing her with derision," Drank tea with her too?"

He was sure his eyes rolled so hard it hurt.

"My goodness. And to think I was about to marry you..."

Miguel snorted, cynic as usual "Stop acting surprised. Don't be a hypocrite you know how-."

"Hypocrite?! It's called empathy, jackass. Maybe you should learn it. While you're making fun of her and acting like we can go back to normal, she's desperate to find a solution to a problem you refuse to address or even acknowledge."

"For all I know, she could be lying and blame it on me," he tried to reason. But to no avail.

"You can't be serious right now. How messed up you must be to believe such thing when moments ago you admitted something happened?!"

Miguel's hands went on his hips, grounding himself to avoid invading her personal bubble more than he already was.

Another cloyed sigh from the brunette, "Unlike you, at least she's adult enough to face her problems and give the child for adoption."

A cold shudder came down his spine. Was his hearing right?

"Disculpa, qué?" He had to blink the frown and scowl that immediately took his countenance a hostage, but to no avail. It was another blow Dana gave him on the floor. Merciless as she was, she'd give him no truce.

"Adoption. A-D-O-P-T-"

"Fucking funny. The fuck you mean adoption?"

"I'm not here to amuse you."

And in truth he was far from being entertained. His brain had gone into an flout, ignoring his rationale, doused in glacial water that froze all attempt into logic thinking. Body buzzed with something ghastly, unable to be properly processed as it remained as a knot in his throat.

No. You couldn't.

"She can't be that stupid-"

"She's not stupid. She's assuming the consequences. As you should be!"

His hands no longer remained on him, too perturbed to stay still. They rubbed a bit too hard on his face, a twitch popped in his eye.

"No, she's... she's being fucking stupid. I.. I gave her-"

"A check to get rid of if. Yeah, I know." Dana crossed her arms while seizing his newly disturbed state. Steely nerves were something used to describe him, but this insecure and fearful man before her was everything but composed.

"She can't..." The ramble with himself continued, not really caring if Dana joined or not.

But you were keeping the child. Against his wishes.

How dared you?

His mind tried so hard that a painful pulsation echoed inside his skull. Hurting itself in the process of trying to understand why on earth would you keep a baby while having all the stakes at odds.

"She will. That's not up to you to decide."

"No, no, you don't understand, Dana. She can't have-"

"Well, too bad cause she's keepin-"

In a flurry of anger, his hands slapped the broom away from her grip, with such force she yelped, startled "Cállate!"

He roared and Dana recoiled, wide eyes in terror. It didn't matter how many times he clawed at his scalp, in an hopeless attempt to smear away the news. He heaved, realizing too late his mistake.

"I'm-"

"You need to leave."

His ex's voice was too calm, too kind, despite his aggression. It no longer held that bickering and holding a grudge like usual. It was devoid of all emotion, denying him the satisfaction of baiting and engaging into his game.

But he certainly wasn't there for a laugh anymore. Reality was always bitter and disappointing.

Heart jerked, menacing to splinter and rive at any second, fury flowed through his bloodstream, like a drug. Feeding his brain cortex with a much unrequited high of cortisol.

How could you? He gave you the money, yet you decided to do him dirty. Were you taking revenge? Without a doubt, and now you'd bring everything he had worked on so hard for, down and away.

In a place of a much higher shelf he, even with his height, could not reach. Like a timeout for his grown ass self.

But he wouldn't allow you. He refused to have his own story play on repeat once again.

He was set into finish this once and for all.

His anxiety had taken his nerves for an unwilling ride. Not only he had to wait for an extra hour for you to clock out, but he also had to face you once more.

Miguel was convinced that you had influenced his mind in such a way he was starting to believe you were his bad luck charm.

You were there in his revenge. You were there when Dana dumped him. He saw your sweet and fury-inducing face when the higher and richer bunch dejected his proposal in a subtle way it had given him hope. And somehow you still managed to get into Dana's head and root for you, when the woman usually remained on a neutral line or rather to not get involved at all, even if it somehow affected her personally.

You had tipped the balance completely on your favor. And now, the rotten cherry of his Frankenstein of cake, was knowing you were to take the pregnancy to a full term, when he had specifically told you to get rid of it.

His million dollar brain couldn't come up with a logical and quantifiable explanation as to why.

Why? Why? Why? So. many why's and little responses.

She wants to screw me over.

A malicious frown came to his lip, twitching ever slightly, temper already boiling underneath.

He wouldn't let you. Not when his career was taking a fly, the rejection was a little mishap, but nothing that he couldn't fix in a future.

He left for his car, ten minutes before the clock ticked at five pm. Your leaving hour. Silent and steadfast steps advanced towards the parking lot. Where everything had started. Where bad luck and unfortunate decisions from the universe begun to hunt him down.

Where his life took such a radical change for the worst. His nose flared upon the realization.

You brought the worst out of him.

Made him act out of his usual composed and calculating self. Forced him to conduct out of his pattern, taking impromptu choices wasn't who he was.

Lashing out when he'd keep his mouth shut. Behaving recklessly when he'd analyze the situation first, deeming it worthy to get involved or not. Saying things out of place when he knew he needed to remain shut, reaching to the points of threatening and mastering the arts of deceiving.

And now, you were forcing a role he didn't want, yet knew he had self imposed it. He knew the condom broke, he knew that he needed to change it.

But damned be his lust and hormones fluctuation, your deliciously sweet scent that somehow was engraved into his memory, the snug and tight cunt that had made his mind a puddle. And your fucking righteousness to accept your consequences that exposed him and his lies.

And once again, a reluctant daddy.

You've turned his life upside down. Everything he had carefully and methodically crafted, was now on the floor, ruined. Tarnished beyond repair. You were chaos.

He had given you the resources to end the problem, yet you spat on his face. Repaid him with aversion. And he was now set in finding out the answers he needed.

He saw your head peeking out from the elevator, going to your little and toy looking car. Pretty doll playing with danger.

Keys dangled, along a daisy shaped keychain in your hands, swaying back and forth at the rhythm of your steps.

The clinking drowned the heavy echoes of his leather covered feet, noticing him a little too late as he slammed your car's door shut, prowling over before you could enter.

"W-What the fuck?!"

Breath hitched, eyes widened in alarm as your skin crawled when meeting his accusing and dern gaze. Brain flaring with the dangers alarm, panic simmering on the slow burner.

You nearly stumbled while backing up as he stalked you.

"What's wrong with you?!" Your eyes closed as he yelled. Angry breath fanned on your shaky self.

For a second it wasn't Miguel that yelled, but Mother.

Body reacting with muscle memory by raising your arms up, trying to create more space between you both. Miguel was burning in wrath and it scorched you.

"I fucking gave you the chance to handle this, and you decide to keep it?!"

Hulking frame loomed over, reducing your existence even further as he slammed his closed fist in the hood of your car, startling you even more. He was violence.

"Get away from me!" With a brave push, your body made the great effort in pushing him off you. He barely budged, but his nose flared fumes, instead he took your wrists with a single hand and pulled you closer so you could properly have a piece of his mind.

"You don't understand, don't you?" You wriggled your hands and he bared his teeth, nearly colliding your foreheads together.

"You think I'm scared of you?!" But in truth, you were terrified beyond your wits. Heart wasn't beating, but pounding painfully the more you struggled.

"I don't want that child" He seethed through clenched teeth

"Let me go!"

"No te voy a permitir que me arruines la vida" (I won't allow you to ruin my life)

"I swear if you don't let me go, I'll scream!."

His grip loosened enough for you to wriggle your limbs away from his reach but he quickly clutched on you again, ignoring the the measly threat, desperate to find the answers you were reluctant to give him "Why are you keeping it?" He shook your body, "Why?!"

He panted in his frenzied state, and you whimpered at his manhandling. But the familiarity of violence in your life didn't break you instantly. Just made you irrational if anything.

"That's none of your business."

His chest puffed up, hand on your car's hood. He wasn't letting you go that easily. His gaze asserted dominance while stalking your own, moving his head along yours when you finally managed to free yourself from his grasp.

"Where is the check?"

"I tore it" His muscles tensed, nails digging in the fat of his hand, holding back a biting comeback, "Now get away from me."

Miguel heaved. Ire and frustration fighting over who gave the last punch. You were driving him insane, and not in the way he indulged.

"You must be the dumbest person I've known. All you had to do was to go to a fucking clinic and get yourself fixed! Why didn't you listen?!"

"Oh, fuck off!" This time the effort in your body as you pushed the wall of muscles was greater. A little light-headedness swooned over your sight. His eyes narrowed upon you exhaling through your mouth, repeatedly. Setting a pace while holding your lower back.

Physical exertion had you panting, but the emotional toll he had just put you through drained you completely. Like a vampire feeding off your sanity.

"You're sadly mistaken if you think I'll help with-"

"I'm not fucking asking you to. I've never asked and never fucking will!"

It was your time to roar while tears menaced to escape and roll down, "What makes you think I want anything that comes from you so you can throw it at my face later?"

Voice broke with a new found bravado that seeped through your panicked cracks, sick of him intimidating you, but your fight enticed him. He loved the sense of control he inflicted, it fuelled him and stroked his ego in such pleasant ways that had him folding.

"If you wanna play mommy, fine by me, but don't you dare saying I didn't try to help."

"Your fucking help was to hide your mistake before Dana found out" You gritted through teeth and he smirked, taunting even further

"You're not ready to be a mother-"

"Oh and you think you'd be a good father? You know shit about it." Vitriol dripped with every mouthful of your mind.

The two were too focused in marring each other as much as you could with words while struggling to keep afloat. He was drowning you, but you pulled him down. If you sunk, he was coming down too.

"That's precisely what I paid you for, pinche pendeja!" (Dumb bitch)

His tinge was everything but polite or caring. It didn't help that your head spun, you had to take a moment to scramble away to retch out behind a car. Slumping against the metallic structure for support.

His face squeezed into a disgusted expression at the noises you did. Concern and empathy wasn't in his vocabulary neither in his life. He just stood there, watching your hands curl as your body begged you to stop munching on his bait.

"Fuck off." you mumbled while wiping your lips with the back of your palm once the nausea subsided enough.

"What did you say?" His head tilted, vexed and amused you still had the energy to keep the bonfire alive and soaring. Just the way he liked. He was ready for round two.

"Fuck. Off."

It was the last thing you threw before scrambling to your car and locked the door. His bold hand already on the handle, doing his damnedest to pry it open. Hands banging on the now shaky glass, demanding for you to come out.

You drove away as he yelled something foreign.

The ambush had left you shaken to your very core, and just when you stopped on a red light, you finally noticed your trembling limbs, clenching on the steering wheel, anchoring to it.

Stop it stop it stop it-

Heart subdued into a claustrophobic beat within your ribcage, head spun, palpitations turned into powerful plows on your torso. Breath hitched, erratic, panicky.

No, no, no!

All you could see and hear was mommy dearest yelling, brain already sending the defense signals to your childish arms. Covering from the imminent physical lash out she'd provide after you accidentally dropped your drink in the floor.

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

Many things if honest. Eyes bleary with fat tears, panic rose the more your brain forced you to remember . Fresh belt marks burned into your arms and legs.

Nausea went rampant, but with the little strength you had, fingers moved to dial MJ's phone number between muffled sobs.

Chest rose and fell, into a frenzied breathing pattern, the unceasing honkings from the cars behind you drowned your terrified weeps. It didn't help your terrified state.

The distant voice of MJ kept ringing in your ears, imploring for you to reply, Your abdomen cramped, and your mouth screamed. Brain loaded with so much information, it was impossible to process properly.

The ringing in your ears sharpened, phone too heavy on your hands, lights came and go, dancing in such a hurried haze, forcing to clutch your chest.

A dark shadow hovered over the car's window, moving it's limbs frantically, lips moved but you couldn't hear a thing.

Mind too dazed with the past to be on the now. More shadows joined narrowing the space for light and reason, panic broke hell loose.

Throat burned at the shrill it gave out. Nails sunk on your skin. You had tried, but the shadows were stronger. And they engulfed you.

Sweetie

The muddled thoughts thrown together in a tiny space that begged for order.

Your name was called, lights danced before your eyes, following your irises movement, lids immediately covered them, a whine joined the messed up party.

"Hey, Babe."

You knew that voice. The Nyquil for your pained soul and berated brain. Soft fingers cupped your cheeks, gently turning your face upwards.

"It's me, MJ"

Touch toured to your hands, enveloping your limb in a warm embrace. Lungs exhaled a way too relaxed breath. Almost paused.

The milieu before you slowly took shape. Abstract lines and forms melding together into a red spot. It's angelic voice lured your liquified brain back to a solid mass, earning a lucid moment of thinking.

MJ. It was MJ.

"There you are" Her smile too tainted with sadness to pass as one of her genuine ones.

Your body buzzed with waves of something you couldn't pinpoint, but it felt good. Heavenly almost.

Your eyes blinked lazily, one after another, even your breathings were sluggish. Hand twitched, regaining the lost movement.

Body felt like a feather, weightless, suspended in air, floating, dreaming of silly things that definitely put an imperceptible smile in your lips. Too good to a washed up and spent you.

But the doctor's nasal voice brought you back within a few blinks. The chest hurt and itched, the urge to rub the pained area turned overwhelming, and that's when your senses came into clarity.

Finally able to discern between the abstract and intangibility from your secluded surroundings. White ceiling and walls, indistinct voices playing in the background.

Machines beeped, monitoring your heart, and so many other things you couldn't swot on even if you tried to. The stench of chemicals and sterile air permeated your tired lungs.

Phones rang unceasingly somewhere in the ostracised cubicle, fenced with a plastic curtain that separated you from the rest. Concealing your panic from prying stares. Mouth could be mistaken for the Sahara desert due the arid weather inside your crevice, swallowing was painful.

But not as painful at the look in Mary Jane gorgeous eyes.

"Hey"

She whispered as her hand squeezed tight enough for you to know she was there. That hwr presence wasn't a dream. A tired and meek hum rumbled in your throat, acknowledging her.

"Welcome back."

Her warm fingers left you for a moment, skin already missing her comfort, as yours lacked temperature, and even so in a clumsy attempt to raise your hand, you realized a bit too late that, your wrist were restrained on each side of the automated bed.

MJ disappeared for a moment to bring you a tall glass of water. She pressed a button and the bed's frame instantly bent smoothly to rise your torso upwards, transitioning your body into a lax sitting position.

Leaden legs by instinct spreaded a bit more at the uncomfortable pressure on your lower belly.

"Here." MJ brought the glass to your lips and poured gently the vital liquid, quenching slowly but surely the thirst you were oppressed into.

An elder man with salt and pepper hair entered your cubicle with a clipboard in hands, examining your state with a brief quizzical and medical stare.

"Hello! Sorry you wake up like that, but we had to sedate you. You were hurting yourself. "

It now explained the delicious high you didn't want to leave from.

"The baby is fine."

Oh

The baby. The creature you grew inside the now polluted guts, suffered no damage. But you had received all the aftermath. And something you had truly forgotten about.

People had left their cars, to certainly give you a piece of mind, but their approach changed drastically upon watching you crying, screaming and fainting. In that order.

Someone had called an ambulance as MJ bolted to your location. By the time the ambulance came, you were quanked and unconscious to recall anything.

MJ sat next to you as Mayday laid in her arms, tired, rosy mouth ajar, safe. Like she should. Like any child should.

None of you dared to speak, she knew you'd reach out when needed. And what you required was rest.

"It's alright, I'm right here."

The doctor called you by your name softly, explaining.

"Is there anyone in your family with mental illnesses?"

"My..." throat rasped, weak and broken words came out. You tried again after clearing the windpipe with a cough.

"My mother. All I know is that she had this Post-partum, uh... Psy..."

Eyes squinted, trying to remember the name.

"Post-partum Psychosis?"

"That thing."

A vehement nod from you.

"This gets a bit trickier then. You see. Right off the start, and I apologize for the sudden news. This will be a complicated pregnancy."

Shit...

MJ's face sobered, but her hand gripping yours never faltered.

"Complicated as in delivery or..." MJ inquired.

"The size of the baby, and the environmental stress only adds more weight to this. You're near the twelve weeks, and even so, passing them doesn't guarantee your baby's safety."

Your eyes squinted, confused. "Meaning?"

"The first trimester of the pregnancy is the most difficult and dangerous. Miscarriage is a higher risk."

You swallowed, hard. Free fingers crumpled the sheets underneath them.

"And I don't know what happened before you were brought here, but it was severe enough to trigger a panic attack. We had to sedate you for a bit so we could run some tests."

"Is she able to leave soon?"

"Until tomorrow. We have to monitor you and the baby responses to meds."

Fuck me.

"Meds?" The word familiar enough to recall those forbidden remembrances you always tried hard to bury for good.

"Zoloft. We still debating on it. It's safe, so don't worry. How often does these attacks happen?" routine questions really.

"It was the first one in months. The first while pregnant actually."

The doctor scribbled in the clipboard while nodding to then release your sore wrist from their confinements. A little bruising forming in them in the shape of fingers.

"Still it's an extra precaution we need to take. And some vitamins and minerals you need. Some of your readings came low, so to minimize the risk of miscarriage, I suggest you to seek a less stress inducing environment."

"I see."

In truth, you stopped paying attention after the last bit.

How and when on earth you'd find a new job in such short amount of time? Were the meds expensive?, Did your insurance even covered them or this barbed joke your body pulled out flawlessly?

Hospital night stays weren't cheap, and dread only slithered towards your head, constricting your brain in a myriad of questions that fought to be wondered first.

But one thing was certain. You needed rest and a new job. Since raise was out of the question. The doctor left, and you felt Mary Jane's burning oggling on your weakened frame.

"What happened?"

A simple yet complicated question. Reluctance once again showed up in your lips, sealing them momentarily.

"I need to know what's going on to help you"

"MJ..."

"I'm worried about you."

"I know..." Head hung, defeated, "I'm so sorry for being a burden, you were probably busy and-"

Your best friend chided your name, like she'd scold her own child.

"Darling, We've know each other for what? Five? Six years now?"

"Six when I pass the first trimester"

She chuckled, "Almost six years knowing our deepest secrets and you believe you're a burden for me. Don't be ridiculous."

Her soft hand squeezed yours tighter.

"You'd never be a burden for me, alright? I just wanna know what happened."

Her ever honest and see-through peer revealed nothing but unalloyed concern and care.

"Miguel happened." You heaved.

Her honeyed and caring look instantly hardened at the name.

"What did he do?"

"He found out somehow that I'd give the baby for adoption. And he didn't like it. Ambushed me in the parking lot and-"

"I need you to stop right there, dear. cause if you keep talking I'll call Alchemax myself and will report him for harassment."

"It wouldn't matter. He's like a god in there."

"And still, the bigger they are, the harder they fall. And that man, is going down for sure."

It surprised you to see such viciousness in MJ's usual demure demeanor. Even though your only wish was to be left alone, deep down you hoped that Miguel reaped what he had sown.

And to your luck, universe was listening your heart's whims for once.

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[yandere-kittee]

Yandere! Malleus x Gn! Reader

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Note: I strictly believe that Malleus has everything that it takes to be a yandere, so here are my thoughts on this:3

❦warnings: Yandere behavior, kidnapping, drugging(like using magic to make you fall unconscious),

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Malleus finds it hard to grow closer to other people, except for the few people he is already close with, he swears he's not all that scary he plays out to be, He's just very tall and intimidating, that much people know, but once you grew closer to him without knowing who he was at first, Malleus was happy to talk with someone who wasn't Lillia, Sebek or Silver.

He loved the way you would listen to him, getting so invested and adding little comments of your own here and there, his admiration for you increased after his identity was revealed, you didn't care, in your eyes he was still the same Hornton to you.

Malleus later realized that he wasn't all that fond with sharing, not when he could see the way Ace was draping his arm over your shoulders and how close the two of you were, he found it hard to contain himself.

He tries not to be selfish and seek your attention out for himself, so he makes the most out of the moments he is with you, walking closer to you, the brief longing touches, and just staring at you whenever you're not looking.

Lillia is not blind, he's lived enough years to know the meaning behind the look that Malleus gives you, he's very aware of Malleus' growing feelings for you and encourages Malleus, even helping him to get closer to you.

He's Malleus' wingman in love, he gives Malleus advice to make you his, "It's best to claim them now before anyone else can. " He had advised.

Malleus would do just that, he wanted to begin courting you officially, gifting you gifts that he find would suit you, especially if it's shiny, he seems to smile even wider when you accept it from him and hold it with such gentle care, when he comes into your room in the future and sees the gifts he's given to you displayed on your shelves he'd feel giddy at the sight.

Just imagining of you thinking of him whenever you lay your eyes on the gifts. When the prospect of you having suitors aside from him, he can't seem to blame you for you are just so irresistible and perfect in his eyes, he eliminates any potential threats to your growing relation ship, passing them all of as accidents.

Though, whenever he's with you, and he can't seem to eliminate them himself, he orders Sebek and Silver to go after them themselves, not wanting to disturb whatever the two of you had going on.

Although Sebek may be quite hesitant and very unaccepting at the fact that Malleus wants you to be his, he will not let his Master be sad or have someone else take what belongs to his master rightfully, so he does everything he his told with the pride as Malleus' guard, protecting his relationship.

Silver doesn't seem to be very bothered, he doesn't inherently agree to what's happening because of his morals, but Malleus was his Master and Lillia seemed to be all in on it, even Sebek who seemed so reluctant was doing everything to bring the two of you together, so he would just shrug and do what he's told.

Now, what manifests/testers his yandere side more is after being told that there's a possibility of you finally finding a way back home through Crowley, why would you need to go back home when home was where ever he was?

Why we're trying to get away from your future spouse? Did he do something wrong? Was it all not enough?

He didn't understand, but he tried to, when he asked you if you really were going to leave, you had explained that you had to go back to your family and friends, you needed to be back home!

...

"Silly child of man, whatever do you mean? You are home. " he said with an innocent smile, you we're about to ask him a question but your vision seemed to turn black after that.

Before you could fall to the ground, Malleus had catches you, wrapping his arms around you, your unconscious body leaning against his steady and calm figure.

He had picked you up in his arms and brought you back to his dorm and trapped you into his room, once he graduates this year, he'll take you back to Briar valley and even introduce you to his grandmother and announce you as his future spouse.

"Don't worry child of man, you are safe with me, and you will have everything you could ever want be given to you. Including my heart. "

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I don't know man, did I cook a little too hard with this one?

Anyways! I just started posting again cause I was voted:P Might post again in the next blue moon!

ALSO I DID NOT NOTICE I FINALLY HIT 417 FOLLOWERS??? THAT'S INSANE I LOVE YOU GUYS SM💙💙💙

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#yandere #yandere x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere blog #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #twst malleus #Twst #yandere malleus draconia

[galedekarios]

Are you the one who made the post about how in the epilogue Gale has lines mentioning he has been learning skills from Tavs class?

no, but i can help you if you're looking for what gale and the protag both say.

this dialogue path only triggers if you chose to leave waterdeep behind and went on to adventure with gale after the game ends:

Gale: I confess, when I left Waterdeep there was a part of me afraid that I might regret my decision. But I never have. Gale: I'm delighted to be here amongst friends again, but part of me is reluctant to step away from our new life - even for such a gathering as this.

Player: You don't have to be here if you don't want to, Gale... Gale: Oh, ignore me - I'm perfectly content. Besides, the chance to step out for a night on your arm is hardly one I'm going to pass up. Tara the Tressym: I'm just glad I'm not the only one encouraging you to leave the library once in a while. It does one good to feel the grass beneath one's paws from time to time. Gale: I don't know where to begin in telling people what we've been up to. I suspect they won't believe me...

the player then has various options to pick from depending on their class, showcasing the skills that gale has been taught by them:

Player: Who knew you'd look so good swinging an axe..., BARBARIAN - Player: You've learned to harmonise wonderfully. Not quite solo material yet, but you're close., BARD - Player: Me neither. You've learned much about my faith, and a far more worthy god than Mystra..., CLERIC - Player: I wouldn't have believed it either. I'd no idea you had such a way with animals..., DRUID - Player: I wouldn't have believed it either. You, taking lessons in magic from me..., WIZARD, WARLOCK, SORCERER - Player: Their belief does not matter. You've studied my oath, learned the truth of its purpose - that's achievement enough., PALADIN - Player: That you've learned a trick or two from me? Steal the gold from their palms and they'll believe you soon enough., ROGUE - Player: Of course they'll believe you. Your arrows fly as true as your spells these days., RANGER - Player: Whether they believe does not matter. Our studies grant you an inner peace no external approval could offer., MONK - Player: They'll believe it the next time we get ourselves into a scrap. You wield a sword as well as half the fighters in Faerûn., FIGHTER - Player: Only Mystra herself need know the truth of your accomplishments. And under my guidance, you've served her well., CLERIC_MYSTRA

i do like gale's little response:

Gale: What can I say? You're an excellent teacher.

it's a sweet callback to his spell teaching / weave scene, where the player can tell him he's an excellent teacher after helping them channel the weave.

i do think this - in addition to the little tidbit you get in lae'zel's origin where it's revealed that gale learns tir'su for her - really highlights how truly and genuinely invested gale is in his partner and their relationship together.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav #tav x gale #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 meta #ch: gale dekarios #otp: you give me hope #otp: a soul that steels my own #otp: celestial bodies #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #text: asks #also the cleric line is so raw i love it #'a far more worthy god than mystra' 🔥🔥🔥

[wqnwoos]

seventeen — vocal unit as your boyfriend

okay so technically i already did this in dating hyung line / maknae line but — part 2 i guess? requested by @glowunderthemoon 💗

jeonghan

evil!!!!! likes to play around with you so much

especially if you guys are playing games or something he just makes up rules that get wilder and wilder until you draw the line

apologises to you afterwards w backhugs and kisses on your neck but he’s still giggling so how sorry is he really?

sends you all his boyfriend photos and then when he finds out one of them is your lockcreen he’s sooooo cocky about it (“i didn’t know you liked me that much” “jeonghan we have been dating for two years”)

takes you shopping but then gets antsy if you guys stay too long in one shop 😭 he won’t hurry you but he’ll just be shifting around awkwardly until ur done

has unflattering pictures of you as his lock screen. think fast asleep mouth open drooling a little. that’s his lockscreen and he won’t change it no matter how much u ask (he actually thinks it’s adorable)

gives you bites of his food without you even asking

joshua

takes loads of random selfies on your phone,,, like you open the photos app and ur like ?????? because suddenly there are 78 new photos of his face that you definitely did not take

gets sulky if you leave him to go out with friends or something 😭 ofc he’s just kidding but he dramatically throws an arm over his face and pouts (“i thought you loved me!!!!” “joshua you don’t even like this restaurant” “what if i changed my mind????” “we tried it last week!!!!”)

i feel like he’s the worst to have by ur side in an awkward situation bc you guys look at each other and you’re suddenly trying to hold back your laughter SOOOO bad and there’s not even anything funny😭

or if you’re talking to someone annoying he just stands behind them and makes faces to try and get you to crack tf up

tries to learn your favourite song on the guitar and then when you’re like “show me :))” he just starts playing sunday morning

woozi

omfg. the SWEETEST.

i think i said this in the other one but lets you play with his equipment and teaches you how to make basic beats and stuff (if u don’t know already) — tells u things like “good job!!” when you finish one

he’ll let you do whatever you want for dates and go along with it because you want to do it even if he’s reluctant <3333

if you don’t watch anime congratulations now you do!!!!! catch him at the right moment he’s gonna give you the rundown on all his favourites and the plots and the characters and everything (like his six hour live omfg)

genuinely believe he really is not cold as a boyfriend i think that is a Misconception — i saw this post the other day and HARD AGREE like this is mr i love my team i love my crew we are talking about ??? the same man who wrote darling which is arguably one of their sweetest songs????????

dk

i’m convinced this man is an angel ? he acts like your guardian angel anyway he takes care of you so hard it’s crazy

he makes sure u eat well and u rest well and everything omg :(

also feel like he randomly bursts into a skit in the kitchen and you hAVE to play along you have to get invested!!!!!

also just a sidenote can u imagine just being in the same house as him and you can just hear him singing from the other room :( i am so sad :(

i feel like he takes note of what you really like and remembers (or notes it down). like if you have flowers in a vase the first time h comes over you best believe he’s going to keep that vase STOCKED for however long

even if he’s away or on tour or something you’d still get weekly deliveries with a card or something AHHHHHH

compliment battles 😭 even if you just say something small (“i like your hair today”) he immediately returns the compliment x10 until eventually you guys are just arguing about who’s sweeter or something weird which just ends in giggles once you realise how loud he’s saying “oh yeah? well your eyes are even prettier!!!”

seungkwan

MY LOVELY SEUNGKWAN 😭💗😭💗 convinced he’s sooo boyfriend material

like the most caring kindest sweetest boyfriend he texts you reminders every day (“don’t forget to eat~” “drink some water please~”) HES SO CUTE 😭

randomly squishes your cheeks and goes “pretty” and then moves on like nothing happened but gets so flustered if you do it back 😭 acts annoyed but he kinda loves it <3

if you’re cooking with music on you’re not getting him out that kitchen he is dancing like there’s no tomorrow !!!!! makes you join him and teaches you the steps if you don’t know them already until both of you are just giggling messes and oh fuck the food’s going to burn

wants your approval for every outfit and hairstyle 😭 the stylist is about to dye his hair and he holds up a hand like. “WAIT.” and facetimes you quickly like “hi baby what do you think about dark blue hair???”

and if you tell him something like “seungkwan you’re always handsome” he just clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes 😭😭 “just tell me yes or no!!!”

#seventeen fluff #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen fanfic #seventeen headcanons #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan x reader #joshua fluff #joshua x reader #woozi fluff #woozi x reader #jihoon fluff #jihoon x reader #dk fluff #dk x reader #seokmin fluff #seokmin x reader #seungkwan fluff #seungkwan x reader

[mschoiyuki]

Forever With You

Trafalgar Law x f!reader

tw : angst to fluff. slow burn. SFW

wc : 7.2k

a/n : Modern AU. Everyone alive. Lack of communication. Law is clueless.

request by anon : arranged marriage with Law where you actually do love him but he doesn't know that.

Hi sweet anon, I don’t know you want this as a full angst or angst to fluff. I hope this is what you want, and I hope you like it.

I'm sorry for any grammar errors.

It's best to read this while listening to :

❆ Katy Perry - Wide Awake

❆ Taylor Swift - Say Don't Go (Taylor's Version) (From The Vault)

Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

"Law, you're single right?" Doflamingo taps his fingers on his desk.

Law gives his unamused look and sighs, "I'm busy and you called me to come here to ask that stupid things?"

"Here. Go meet her at 1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. She is your soon wife to be." Doflamingo throw a folder contains photos and all information about you in front of Law.

Law take a deep breath and clench his fist, "Like I said, I'm busy and I don't want to get married. No, I'm not interested in it. Go ask someone else." Law stands and ready to leave Doflamingo's office.

"You know I don't take NO as answers, right my cute nephew? Everything has been settled, the date, the venue, everything. You just need to meet her once before the marriage day." Doflamingo scrunch his eyebrows, "1 PM at Dressrosa Hotel. Takes the folder with you and off you go." Doflamingo puts his leg on the desk and sips his wine.

"Can't you just ask someone else? Like I said-" Law ruffles hir hair in frustation.

"You remember who makes you as a hospital director, right? And you remember with whose money that you could went abroad for collage for your doctors degrees, right?" Doflamingo interrupted Law before he can finish his words, swirling his wine glass.

"Like I said, I don't takes NO as answers. And you need, no, you MUST marry her, because I need their money. No matter what. End of discussion. You can go now." Doflamingo smirks and continue sipping his wine.

Law abruptly stands and storm off without saying any words. Doflamingo peer from his glasses, "Rosi, your son didn't take the files with him. And make sure he meets with the girl."

Rosinante shakes his head and take the folder with him, following Law to try persuade him to meet the girl. He spotted Law walks in to the lift, he runs and call for Law, "Law! Wait for me!!" Rosinante almost fell over in front of the lift and Law immediately push the hold button to let him in.

"I know why you are here." Law lets out a defeated sighs.

"Just go this once, Law. You know what will happen if you defy Doffy. Plus it's not a bad things if you're married, someone will take care of you. Hey, look. She's pretty too." Rosinante open the folder and tries his best to persuade Law, "Just go there for a moment, maybe talk a little? It will be so damn awkward at the wedding day if you ignore her, right?"

"I can take care of myself." Law grumbles, when the lift reach his destination floor, Law quickly get off. But Rosinante still follows Law closely, making Law more irritated than before . "Fine! Fine! I'll go! Happy now?" Law turns his heel to face Rosinante and takes the folder from him.

"Are you sure you want to marry him, Y/N?" Your father, Dragon asks. Being the only daughter of his, he seems reluctant to let you marry with someone from Doflamingo Family.

"Yes, father. 100% sure." You can't help the smiles that form on your face. Dragon not sure why are you so happy to get married even though you never meet your husband to be.

"You do know why Doflamingo wants you to marry his nephew, right? He just wants our money to invest for his hospital business." Dragon still persuade you to consider about this marriage again.

"I know, father. I have a lot of money. You can use my money for the investment, don't worry about it. Also some of my friends works at there, so let's just say I help them." You try to calm your father down.

"It's not about money, Y/N. You're my only daughter and I'm not that cold hearted to let you marry with someone you don't know. I just want you to marry someone you truly love, I just want my daughter to be happy." He may looks cold at the outside, but your father is just a softie to his sons and daughter.

"It's okay, father. Really. If anything happens I'll take care of it myself. Don't worry, okay?"

"But-"

"Ah! Look at the time! I have to go to meet my soon husband to be. Bye, dad!" You cut him off and dash out from his office almost bumps into Sabo at the door, "Oops. Sorry brother number 2." You laugh and kiss his cheek and run off again. "Hey! Where are you going, Nee-chan?" Sabo tries to catch you. "Off to meet the love of my life! Byeee~" You dodge him and stick your tongue out. Sabo glance at his father who shakes his head and sighs.

You nervously wait for Law at the restaurant, rubbing your thumbs together trying to calm down and keep your cool demeanor. When you sees a unique white spotted hat, you stands ready to welcomes Law, you reach your hand out to shake his hand, “Hi, I’m Y/N. Daughter of Monkey D. Dragon.”

Law reach your hand, “Trafalgar Law.”

You both sits down and order some lunch. You try to do a small talks with Law, but he just answer it short and sharp like he doesn't has any interest with you, he also doesn't ask you questions. You bites your inner lip and gives Law a sheepish smile, and eating in silence.

After done with lunch, Law offers to drive you to your house. You happily accept it because it's mean spending more time with him. But sadly silence fall over inside the car.

When you reach your house you ask Law if he want to come in for a cup of tea, he decline saying that he needs to go back to hospital. “Oh. Okay. See you next time then.” You smiles and Law just nods and leave.

You sigh and walk inside your house when your phone rings, your best friend Nami calls. “Hey, how’s your date?” She giggles. “Umm. It’s good maybe? I don’t know. I think he doesn’t like me, maybe because this is an arranged marriage. Or maybe he already has someone he loves?” You can feel the tears are swelling because of your negative thoughts.

“I don’t think he has someone he likes. Luffy never mentioned anything about that.” When Nami didn’t hear your response, “Come on! Don’t be sad. Let’s go out now. You need your bachelorette party.”

When Law arrive at his office, his two friends pestering him asking him about his marriage.

“Is it true that you’re going to marry the only daughter of Dragon? The conglomerate??” Penguin excitedly pestering him.

“Yeah. Got no choice.” Law lets out a long sighs.

“When’s the wedding? So we’re are groomsmen then? Can’t believe you’re getting married.” Sachi squeals.

“Shut up! Get back to works!”

Both Sachi and Penguin scurrying off before they get a taste of their friend wrath, “Can’t wait for the big day! We need to throw you a bachelor party! We will invite the others!” Penguin shouts from the door.

“Don’t shouts in the hospital!” Law massages his back of neck, he can feels his blood pressure is rising. He can’t believe he has to married in less than a week.

Both of you decided just invite your family and close friends to the wedding party. Luffy can’t believe you married his friend, but still happy for you because this means Law becomes his family too now.

After exchanging vows and rings, the wedding officiant announce, “You may kiss your bride now.” Law hesitate but decided to just gives you a quick kiss so this whole party can be over. "And now I announce you husband and wife." You smile happily now that both of you are officially a married couple now, but Law just keep his stoic looks until the end. But he still does his duty, he stays at your side while you both greet the guests.

After the party ends, you both goes back to your new home. "We need to talk, Y/N-ya." For the first time he talks to you first so you got excited, "Yeah. Of course. I'll prepare some tea." Law quickly cut you off, "Don't bother. I'll be quick."

Law sits and gesture you to sit too, "I'll sleep at the guest room. It's not like we married because of love so I don't think it's appropriate for us to sleep at the same room. You can take the master bedroom." You widen your eyes with his statement, "But, I lo-" Law cuts you off, "Let me talk first so we can finish this quickly, because I have an early surgery schedule tomorrow."

"If you need someone to accompany you to your events, just tell me. I'll try to fit my schedules. You also don't have to do any wife duties to me, house chores and marital duties. I think that's all for me. Then I'll excuse myself first." Law stands and leave you dumbfounded.

You can feel something is stabbing your chest, his words really hurts. "Then tell me just one thing." You speak louder so Law can hear you, Law turn his body to face you. "Do you have someone you love? If you have one you should tell me, because I don't want to be the third party here." You clasp your hands praying that he doesn't has one.

Law gives his deadpan look on you wondering why you ask this kind of question, "No. I'm not interested in that kind of things."

“Hmm. Then if you want me to follow your rules, I want you to fulfill my requests.”

“What is it?”

“I want you to spend your days off with me, for a date. At least we have to show other people we are married couple.”

Law considers your offers, “Okay. Fine. Anything else?”

"That’s all for now. Thank you. Good night. Have a good rest, Law." You feel relieve after hearing his answer. At least you still have a chance with him. "Let's take this slowly then. Hopefully one day we can share the same bed or even he will open up to me and loves me." You thought to yourself and gets ready for bed.

Even though Law said to not do any wife’s duties, you still want to act like one. You are his legal wife, you love him, just some small acts won't hurt right?

You know that as a doctor, Law schedules will be so packed. Sometimes he will come home at dawn and when you're coming home from work he's already goes to hospital. It's so rare to see him at home.

So you decide to give him a visit at hospital, bringing his favorite food. You thought that at least he will be happy to see you. No. He's not. You can see his scowl face as if he don't want you to be here. He grabs your wrist and drag you in to his office, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm bringing you lunch, your favorite. Onigiri. Because I know you hardly get times to eat so I made something simple." You handed the lunch bag to him.

Law just stares at you with his cold grey eyes and sighs, "We have canteen here. I can eat whenever I have time. Though I already told you to not do your wife duties?"

You clench the bag, "And I told you we have to act like married couple? What kind of wife that never visits her husband?" You sighs, "It's almost three weeks that we never meet each other even at home you know? I try to stay awake to wait for you comes home so I can greet you. I told you I want a date on your day off. But you never have a day off. At least this is the only way I can see my husband face." You put down the lunch bag at his table, "If you don't want it you can give it to your friends. Bet they will love it."

You quickly leave his office trying to blinks away the tears. You thought that he will chase you and gives his apology, but none. He doesn't come out from his office. "Why would I thought he will do that? Pathetic."

"Y/N! Hey!" You turn your head to the source of voice that calling you, "Hey! Marco! Chopper! You guys are on break?" You hugs both of them, they are your brothers best friends so you've known them for quite a long time too. "Yeah, we are on break now. You good, Y/N?" Marco stare intently at you. "What? I'm good. Come on, I'll treat you guys foods and sweets." You quickly dismiss Marco concern, you don't want him to suspect anything.

"Are you coming to visit your husband, Y/N?" Chopper asking with mouth full of cotton candy. "Yes, I just met him before I bumped into you guys."

"He's a busy man. Being the top surgeon and also the head of this hospital." Marco propped his head on his hand.

"Yeah, I know that." You try not making eye contact with him, because he will know something's wrong and he definitely going to tell Ace about it.

You're going back home after after saying goodbye to Marco and Chopper. "Am I being to harsh with him? Well, like Marco said, Law is busy after all. I'll try to apologize to him tomorrow." Maybe you should be more patient with him, maybe you should be more considerate with him.

When you wake up and getting ready for work, Law comes out from his bedroom, "Hey, it's my day off today." Law scratch the back of his neck. Your eyes widen, "Soo.... You mean we can go on a date today?"

"Yeah. As my token of apology for not taking a day off. But if you're busy then we can move it to next time."

"Oh no no. I'm free today." You call your assistant to move your schedules for the next days. "So, where are we going today?" Your face beaming with anticipation.

"Where ever you want to go. It's up to you."

You decide to just grab a lunch, nothing fancy just a leisure lunch and goes to coffeeshop. Then everything change when you suddenly get a text from Ace.

"Oh my God... Ace, Sabo and Luffy wants to come over tonight. They said they want to have a sleepover at our house." You can see Law face turns slightly annoyed, "Then we should go home now, I have to move my things from my room to yours."

Law starts move everything, and staged it to make it like both of you are really together, sleeping, eating, everything. He needs to make it perfect in front of your brothers, because he knows how troublesome they are.

The three of them arrive right on when the chef done cooking for dinner. As soon you open the door Luffy jumps on Law, hugging him so tightly it annoys Law so much. Ace and Sabo give you a big hugs and just nods at Law.

"So, what's with the sudden visit and sleepover? You guys do know that I'm married right?" You chuckles while enjoying the dinner.

"Nothing, we just miss you, sis." Ace gives his suspicious stare to Law.

Ah... Marco must has said something to him.

After dinner and chatting with the guys at living room, you and Law decide to sleep because you both need to work tomorrow.

Law gets his pillow and blanket to sleep at a couch on your room, "Just sleep here. It's uncomfortable sleeping there. You need a good sleep." You plea at Law, honestly you're nervous mess because this is the first time you will share a bed with Law.

"No, I'm good. You can sleep at the bed."

"It's not like I'm going to do anything to you. If you don't want to sleep here then I'll sleep at the living room. Your choice." You start to picking up your pillow and blanket.

"Fine. Fine." Law let out a defeated sighs and strides to your bed, you smile and scoot over to make a room for him. He sleep at the edge of the bed, his back on you. You smile happily to be this close with him, this is enough for now. Maybe this is a good start, first date, first time sleeping together. You're content with it.

Law blink and open his eyes slowly to get rid of the sleepiness, he feels something warm on his chest. He looks down and find you sleeping peacefully in his embrace. He grunts and slowly lets you go, trying to not wake you up, "How the hell is this happened?" he get off from the bed and get ready to work.

You wake up when you hear rustling voice, "Morning. You want breakfast? I can make onigiri for you."

Law glance at his watch and he still has time for breakfast, and your brothers also still here, "Sounds good."

You happily making onigiri for him, and Law sits waiting for you while reading the newspaper with coffee. The brothers coming out because they smells something delicious, so you also make the onigiri for them.

After you pack the onigiri for Law, you walk him to the door to send him off. "I'm going now. Thanks for the onigiri."

"Wait." You tug his collar and pull him down and you capture his lips softly. Law's eyes widened with your sudden kiss, maybe because your brothers are looking. He slither his hand on your waist and kiss you back. You pulls away and graze his lips for a moment, not wanting this moment to be over. "Have a safe trip and good day, darling." Law's ear getting red with how you calls him, "Yeah, you too." Law murmur and he goes off to work.

You giggle thinking about your second kiss and how he kissed you back. Maybe this is a good sign. When you turn back to the dining room and see Ace and Sabo grinning like idiots while Sabo close Luffy's eyes, your smiles drop, "Now you three should go back to your own house. Shoo!" Ace and Sabo make any kind of excuses to stay at your house a little longer.

This means you can spend another nights with Law, but you afraid that he will be uncomfortable. So Law just tries to adjust the new routine, sleeping at your room, waking up with you in his arms for a week. Law feels like this can be a little dangerous for him, because every time he wakes up and see you in his arm there's something tingling in his heart. Something he can't describe with his knowledge. The feeling of your bare skin on his hands, your warmth, your steady breathe that makes him so in peace.

This is so wrong. Sleeping together, waking up with you. This is all wrong. This has to stop.

When your brothers all go back to their home, Law moves again to his room. He's back to the old him. Going to work or coming back to home when you're already go to work or even asleep. For the first two days you thought his schedule is packed, but it goes until two weeks, you never see Law at home at all, you even try to go to his hospital yet you also can't meet him. Is Law either busy or trying to avoid you.

The third week, Sabo text you saying, there will be a gala dinner for charity so you should come too with Law, because Law's hospital and Sabo company are the sponsors.

You wait at Law office for all day to ambush him, you need to ask him why he never coming home and he also need to attend the gala tonight. But you decide to not ask him about that to not spoiled the mood later.

Law startle when he sees you at his office. "Long time no see, darling. We need to attend the gala tonight. You should go home to prepare." You give him a sweet smile but taste bitter for you. "Yeah, I know. You can go home first, I still need to finish my last appointment for today." Law walks to his desk without sparing you a glance. You sighs, "Fine. I'll wait at home, we need to go there together."

When you're done with your make up and hair, you hear Law's coming home. He also starts prepare for the gala. You go to his room and knock, "Law, can you help me button up the backside?" Then you see Law already on his suit, looking so damn handsome like the day you two got married. "Yeah, sure." Law thoughts he will only help you a few buttons, but when your back turn to him, Law's breath hitched when he sees your bare back. He carefully to not touch your skin, but he feels the urge to touch you. He lightly graze your skin as he buttons up your dress, making you goosebumps and shudder with his touch. "All done." Law's hand still linger for a seconds near your neck, feeling reluctant to let it go. "Oh. Thanks. I'm done, we can go now." Law nods and walks out of his room to get the car started.

After greetings all the guests together with Law, now you both goes separate ways talking with business partner or colleagues. But then when you talking with one of the potential investor, he begins become a little bit flirty and that makes you uncomfortable. You try to endure it because he might be put his money on the hospital or Sabo's company.

You jolt when you feel a hand slither on your waist and grip it tightly, when you look at the hand owner turns out it's your husband hand and that's make you feel relieve and safe. "Are you done talking with my wife? Because we need to talks to the others. If you need anything else you can contact her secretary. Let's go, honey. Then, pardon us. Enjoy your night." Law's hand still on your waist and he leads you to the other people. You look up at him, "Thank you, Law." But he doesn't says anything back.

"Y/N!" You hear a familiar voice calling you, when you turn your head and see the red hair man, you unintentionally slips away from Law's grip and you walk to him and hug him, "Shanks! Long time no see! How you've been?" You’ve known Shanks for quite a long time too, just like Marco. Shanks often visits Luffy when he was just a kid.

When you slips away from Law's grip, he feels a stinging pain in his heart. Law follows you and stand at your side when you chats with Shanks. Law never sees you so happy before, laughing with another man. As time goes by Law watch you still talking with Shanks like Law doesn't exist at your side, it's irritated him more. But he doesn’t knows why.

“Honey, can we go back now? I have an earlier surgery tomorrow.” Law intentionally puts his hand on your waist again and tug you closer to his side.

“Oh yeah. Sure.” You find it strange with Law’s behavior tonight. At first he saved you from that man, that’s normal. Maybe because he saw you feel uncomfortable. But this? With Shanks? He should knows who Shanks is. You say goodbye to Shanks and Law leads you until inside the car.

Another strange behavior from Law is he drives so fast. He never drives more than the maximum speed. “Law, are you okay?” You ask him with concerns but he doesn’t answer you, and it’s makes you worry more.

When you both reached home, Law immediately get off from the car and storm off inside the house and you follow suit.

As soon as you close the door and calls him again he push you to the wall, pinned both of your hand above your head with his left hand, his right hand grabs your neck tugging your hair a little and Law kiss you aggressively. He shoved his tongue in and slide his right hand to your waist pulling you closer to him.

The third kiss with Law leaves you breathless, hot, but you can feel his anger in it. When he pulls away, he quickly moves to your neck and shoulder blade, leaving bite marks. You whimper and says his name meekly, “Law…”

Law shoot his eyes open, pulls away from you and stare you wide-eyed. Your red lipstick is all smudged on your chin, Law sure he also has your lipstick smudged on his lips. Yet you looks so beautiful even you are in mess. He wants to kiss you again but when your lips graze each other, there's something snap in Law's brain. And he stop before he can kiss you again.

Law release your hand and takes a step back, "Sorry." That's all he says and he runs off, he hurriedly get inside the car and left you.

As for you, you still trying to process everything that happened. The kiss, his sorry, and he left you just like this. You even can't ask him what is he sorry for, you even can't stop him from leaving. Everything happen so fast.

You try to call him but doesn't pick it up. You try all night but none. You try to reach him for a week but he can't be find, you try to ask his father but Rosinante doesn't know anything about it. You try to go to hospital and even wait all day at his office but Law not coming up. This is drive you insane.

A week without any news from Law, it's makes you tired mentally and physically but you don't want to give up before you can get the answer from Law. The last retort is you ask his close friends, Sachi and Penguin. You even threaten them. Turns out Law is staying at their place. They give you the address and you rush to go there.

You rings the bell and when Law open the door, he doesn't expect you to be here. Law immediately close the door, but you held your hand between the door to prevent it close. In result Law hurt your hand pretty bad from how hard he slams the door.

Law shocks with how careless you are and he instinctively brings you in. He sits you down and checks your hand is there any broken bone or anything, he massage your hand to ease the pain.

"So, can we talk now?" You stare at Law, you can see how tired he is from his face, it's not like you are any better than him. But he still refuse to talk, so you just sighs and continue to ask him, "Why did you do that? And why you left me? You didn't calls me or texts me. Just tell me the reason, don't leave me hanging like that. I hate it."

Still nothing, Law doesn't looks at you nor even answer you. You yank your hand and hiss at your throbbing hand, Law look at you but he quickly avert his eyes.

It's hurt like hell. Not your hand, but your heart. "I love you, Law." You whispers the words while trying to hold back your tears. "I love you." You repeat it again now more clearly. "I love you." And now you can't hold back the tears anymore. Law just stay silent, but he turn his head to look at you. He didn't says it back, instead he says. "No, you don't. This marriage is not true. We married because Doflamingo arranged it. And I'm truly sorry that you had to involve with it."

"I love you, Law." You try to reach his hand, but Law dodge it. "Go home, Y/N-ya. I think we need to separate ourselves to think more clearly."

"What do you mean? My mind have always been clear, Law." You wipe your tears, "Do you love me, Law?"

Law clench his both hands and stare at you, he can't say anything. It feels like something stuck at his throat, so he just turn his head averting his gaze.

"I'm happy with you, Law. Even if it's just for two months I'm really happy." You close your eyes and take a deep breath, "But, if you don't love me and you are suffering because of me, because of this marriage, then let's divorce. My lawyer will prepare all the papers. And don't worry about Doflamingo, I'll handle him."

You stand up and walk to Law, you reach his face and turn his head to looks at you. "Thank you for the happiest memories you gave me, Law. I love you." You leans in and stop at his lips, instead his lips you kiss his cheek for the last time. Because you don't want your last kiss with Law is a farewell kiss, let the last kiss with Law was the hot passionate kiss he gave you.

You caress his cheek and smile at Law, "You are free now, Law." Then you walk out of the apartment. You enter the lift and make a call, "Sabo, please pick me up." You crouch down and you can't hold back your tears anymore, you sobs while calling Sabo.

Sabo tries to drives faster to pick you, it's really hurt his heart hearing his beloved sister crying like that. When he arrive he immediately takes you into the car. "Take me to your place, Sabo. I don't want to go home. Please." You still sobs and clutching your arms tightly, leans your head to the window.

Sabo lets you sleep at the guest room, he prepare everything you needs. "Can you tell me why you are there, sis? What happened to you? Who did this to you?" Sabo sit at the edge of the bed and hold your hand to calm you down. Being the closest siblings with Sabo, you tell him everything and you cry again remembering how painful today's event were.

"Promise me, Sabo. Don't tell Luffy about this. They are friends. I don't want to ruin their friendship." You try to convince Sabo to keep silent about this matter.

"Then why you did that? Why you have to divorce him?" Sabo still can't understand why.

"If he can be free from this suffering then I'll do anything for him, Sabo." You give him a sad smile.

"Then what about you? You don't care with your own happiness?"

"If Law is happy to be free, then I'm happy too, Sabo."

Sabo grip your hand tightly, "Then what's your plan after this?"

"I don't know. Maybe I'll go to Switzerland to clear my minds. I don't have any confidence what will I become if I stay here." You really want to stop crying but the tears just rolls down on it's own. Sabo hugs your for comforting you, "So, when you are gonna go?" You hiccups and wipe your tears, "Tomorrow."

Law lays on his bed and stare blankly at his wedding ring on his finger. He takes it off, "I'm free? From what? Doflamingo? You?" Free. But he feels empty inside. There's something wrong with this freedom you gave him, but he doesn't know what's wrong with it. Law tries to sleep but his eyes won't shut. He can't sleep, every times he close his eyes, your face appears at his mind. Your crying face haunts him, Law can felt his heart clench when he saw your tears, Law wants to wipe away your tears, but he can't, he doesn't has the right for that. Does Law feels guilty to shove you away? Or he just pitying you?

Law not sure if he feels guilty or pity. But he won't denied that the first time he saw you two years ago in the crowd you were so mesmerizing. When he knew that you are his marriage partner he was so torn, should he be happy or sad? Will you be happy with him? And why did you agreed to marry him? Do you even love him?

But when you said you love him numerous times, he can't believe it. There's no way you love him. Did Doflamingo tricked you? Law keep tossing around thinking about everything that had happened today, "I should go home tomorrow to get new clean clothes. I have to wait when you're not at home then." Law sighs and his eyes feel heavy now with the sleepiness creep in.

When Law arrive at your house, he see Sabo's car outside. Law walks in and Sabo stare at him with anger, "You are really stupid, you know that? I really want to punch you right now but I try to hold back for the sake of my sister that loves you so much. You don't deserve her." Sabo walk past Law and leave him there.

Law lets out dry chuckles, "Yeah, I don't deserve her." Law thought that you are resting at your room, but there's soemthing not feels right at this house. It's feels empty, like nobody is at home right now. Law's guts tell him to check on you, so he walks to your room and knocks. But there's no answer, so he open it. Law's eyes widen when he see your empty room, "So this is it, huh?" Law close the door and starts gather his things, before he leave he looks back one more time. Remembering some moments he spent with you in this house.

You sits at the lounge waiting for your boarding time, looking at your diamond ring, you rub it and take it off, "Funny how this beautiful ring is not from him. Must be someone else pick our wedding rings." You chuckles, trying to hold back your tears behind your sunglass. When you hear the announcement for your flight, you get up and put your ring into the champagne glass.

That night Rosinante come to visit Law at Sachi and Penguin place, "Are you seriously getting divorce with Y/N? Why, Law?"

"Because this marriage is not real from the beginning. Doflamingo already got what he wants. So there's nothing wrong if we divorce."

Rosinante sighs, "Do you hear yourself right now, Law? Your words don't match your face you know. Don't lie to yourself."

"Lie about what? I'm not lying." Law furrow his eyebrows.

"Law, do you love her?" Rosinante ask him bluntly, "See. you even can't say no to it. I saw how you both looks at each other, Law. You look at her with eyes full of love. Think and ask yourself again, Law. Do you love her or not. She came to me asked about you in panic, you know." Rosinante rise and pat Law's shoulder. "It's not too late, Law."

Rosinante’s word lingers at Law’s brain, he stares at his phone thinking is this the right thing to do? Law close his eyes and takes a deep breath, then he push the call button, “Hey, Sabo. This is Law. Can we meet up now? There’s something I need to ask you.”

“What do you want, Law?” Sabo crossed his arms.

“I need to know where is Y/N-ya. And I know you must know where she is right now.”

“And why do you think I’ll tell you that?”

“Because I want to make it right this time.” Law stare directly at Sabo, and it’s make Sabo soften, he tells Law where you are right now.

“Thanks. I owe you.” Law rises from his seat and ready to leave but Sabo tells something to him and that makes Law more sure about his decision.

You strolls around Lake Lungern, enjoying the view and fresh air. Hoping this new environment can heal your broken heart. Yet your mind still wanders to Law. What’s he doing now, does he has surgery today, does he eat yet. You chuckle and shake your head, you flew thousands miles from him yet you still can’t forget about him.

When you look ahead, you see something familiar. A tall man with a white fluffy spotted hat. You squint your eyes, thinking maybe you’re hallucinating now because you just thought about him. Strange… That white fluffy spotted hat coming closer to you until that man stop his tracks a few feet from you.

“Hey.” Law stands awkwardly in front of you.

“This is not real.” You look up at him, blinking away your hallucination. But that man still standing in front of you, "It's real. It’s me, Y/N-ya.”

“What are you doing here? How did you-”

“I asked Sabo.” Law cut you off, “I’m here to take my wife back.”

You can’t believe with what just he said, “Wife?? I already told my lawyer to take care of the divorce papers. You are free now, Law. You can do whatever you want."

"Yes, and since I can do whatever I want then I'm here to take what's mine."

"You are so selfish, Law." You walk past him. You have a mixed feeling about Law sudden appearance. Just when you decided to let him go and yet here he is, spouting nonsense.

Law follow you and stands in front of you again to stop you walks away, trying to convince you that he is serious about this, "I know I'm selfish, and I'm sorry that I hurt you. Can we go somewhere else so we can talk?"

You close your eyes and sighs, "Do you have a place to stay?" Law shake his head. "Follow me."

You walk to a small cottage near the lake, Law follows you in and he put his bag down. "Coffee?" You walk to the kitchen but Law grab your wrist, "That can wait, let's talk first." Law lead you to the couch sits with you.

"Did Doflamingo threatened you to do this? I told you I'll handle him. You don't have to worry about the funds or anything, Law. Just lives freely." You furrow your eyebrows and ready to unleash your rage to Doflamingo later after this.

"No, Y/N-ya. He didn't threatened me or anything. I did this is on my own will." Law take your hand and rub your back of hand and he realize you don't wear your wedding ring anymore, "I know this is too late, but I really wish I still can make it right."

"What do you mean, Law?"

Law take a deep breathe, "I believe we saw each others at Luffy's birthday party two years ago. I mean we didn't talk to each other that time, but I saw you, and I... I felt something that time, but I just brushed it off. Until we met again at the hotel for the marriage thing. To be honest when I saw you as my wife to be, I'm afraid that you won't like me, because this is arranged marriage after all and we never talk before. Until you said that you love me, I still can't believe it."

This is the first time that you hear Law talking this much, and he shows you his vulnerable side to you, "How did you know we saw each other at Luffy's birthday party two years ago?"

"Sabo told me. He also said that you pestering him asking about me that night. Is that true, Y/N-ya?"

"Yeah..." You murmur and look down at your hand that Law still grip.

"I'm sorry, Y/N-ya. I shouldn't had push you away like that. Can we start over again? Is it too late, Y/N-ya?" Law lifts your face to look at him.

Tears begin threatened to fall at the corner of your eyes, you can't believe this day will come. You just nod and the tears fall down, Law hugs you tightly and kiss your temple, and you cry in his embrace.

When you wake up you feel a heavy arm hugging your body from behind, a head nuzzle at the crook of your neck. This feel surreal, from today onwards you will waking up with Law at your side everyday. Law stir awake and he peppered kisses on your shoulder and neck, "Morning, my wife." He says between the kisses. "Gosh. His morning voice is so sexy."

You giggle and turn around to face him, "Morning, husband." You kiss his lips and Law smile against your lips, spending a lazy morning with you under the sheets, feet’s entangled with each other and snuggles is like a dream come true for him.

“Do you remember the kiss you gave me when we got home from the gala dinner?” You propped yourself on Law’s chest and tracing his heart tattoo that you see for the first time.

Law furrow his eyebrows, thinking for a moment, "Yeah... Why??"

"Are you jealous when I talked with Shanks?" You grin at him. "No." Law flick your forehead gently. Your grins widened and you tease him again, "Ah... You are jealous." Law ears turned red, he grabs your arm and waist and flip you on your back, you laugh and Law bites your neck and laps it with his tongue, he suck it to make a red color appear on your skin making you whimper, "You're mine. I don't like it when you get close with other men." Law kiss your forehead and he grab your hand to get off from the bed, "Come on, let's go out and eat breakfast before we stroll around the lake." Well, turns out he quite a possessive man, you try to hold your smile.

Law intertwined his hand with you as both of you strolls around the lake, "Where is your wedding ring, Y/N?" You're taken aback with his sudden question and you stop on your track. You almost forgot that you didn't wear the ring anymore, "Umm. At the champagne glass on the lounge?" You stare at Law with apologetic look, "Well, since we will get divorce so I took it off and left it there. And I know you're not the one that chose our wedding ring. So... Yeah..."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm not the one that chose those rings. That's why this time I choose it myself." Law brings a box from his pocket and he open it. There are two wedding rings in it, a pretty diamond ring that really suits you. You gasps when he open it, Law takes your ring and brings up your hand, "Let's start over again, Y/N. Stay with me forever." Law slips the ring onto your finger and he kiss your knuckles.

You can't hold back your happy tears, you take Law's ring and you slips it onto his finger, "You stuck with me, darling." You giggles and tip toeing to kiss Law.

Law grabs your waist and pulls you close without leaving a gap between you, and he deepen the kiss. When he pulls away, he caress your cheek, "I love you, Y/N."

"Takes you long enough to say it. I love you too, Law." You smile and kiss him again, you can feel Law smiles on your lips.

You don't need Law to kneels to propose you, this is more than enough for you, all that matter is Law asking you to marry him again on his own will.

Both you and Law just stroll around the lake and the village, hand in hand and so in love. Enjoying your honeymoon.

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Giving You Hell|| Jason Todd × No reader gender

Summary: After discovering that you were responsible for his resurrection, you and Jason Todd have an argument that results in the end of the relationship.

Warnings: anguish, mention of death, fight in relationship, No gender specified.

I consider this a good fanfic, I hope you like it.

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You knew the danger of keeping secrets in a pandora's box. Soon someone fearless would open it, soon the evil that had been kept there would find the light of day and you could only wait for that day to come fearing the destruction knowing you were too powerless to stop it and the day came.

You knew that Jason was investing with Bruce who revived him, they obviously knew it was Talia Al Ghul's doing, but there was something else, he knew. The date that Jason had been brought back was not an unassuming date, close to his birthday, as something of a thought, at first he associated it with affecting Bruce, bringing his son back close to the date he was born, but the boy soon dismissed that, he had spent years after his resurrection without contact with Batman, setting up his return and that theory lost its meaning.

Jason then decided to question Talia, a quick phone call in which he asked who had ordered his return, at the time he wasn't sure if anyone had, but it seemed like an alternative and a good way to start the conversation, a hunch that might give him his answer, but Talia was vague saying only that she wouldn't tell Jason who it was because of a promise. Jason found it frustrating, but at least now he was sure that his return to life had been ordered by someone.

Now he wondered how he had never suspected, was he so blinded by his revenge that he couldn't see the obvious? You were always there, you were the one who grabbed Jason's body as he tried to get out of the waters of the Lazarus Pit, you were the one he grabbed that day fighting back all the tears and violent memories, but for Jason you were there as a hostage, as the artifice the League would use if he refused to fight Batman and now in hindsight that thought seemed stupid, naive.

"I loved you, Jason," you didn't say it in defense of his accusations, you knew he would never forgive you for it, but that was the truth, you had done it because you loved him. Your voice was firm, you wanted Jason to be sure of your words, but even so your eyes were clouded with unreleased tears, because it was painful to explain why you had done it to Jason.

"You gave me hell," he said with disbelief, but also loathing. That wasn't how Jason saw his resurrection at first, he saw it as a second chance, a chance to try again, to take revenge on those who betrayed him in life, but after finding out it was you, you chose to dig him up and force him to live a life watered in hatred intensified by the Lazarus Pit and you hid it from him, that was a second betrayal far greater than Bruce letting Joker live after his death.

"No, no... no..." each no was said in a whisper, as if it were unbelievable to think the opposite. "I saved you" Your voice became louder, filled with certainty and arrogance. "You know that, you had everything. You called it a new beginning, a new chance." You were accusing Jason, using his words against him, trying to convince him of your reason, but only one line of yours stuck in his mind. Did you believe that he had everything? Half of the boy he was had stayed there, there was no Lazarus Pit capable of living that part of him.

"It was not your choice" Jason cried, he couldn't even remember the last time tears had rolled openly from his eyes after the Lazarus Pit, of course, he had cried as he struggled in those waters, as memories of his death flashed through his mind, but this was the first time he had allowed himself to cry, That those tears didn't come out after much reluctance, he actually let them roll down, too incapable even for that, too incapable to maintain the façade that what he felt was just hatred not a sadness of overwhelming magnetism, but that was it, he knew it was just that and those tears didn't lie. They weren't abundant tears, but even those small tears made it clear what it was all about, Jason's decline.

You didn't accept Jason's answer, shaking your head in denial "And who would, Jason?... you? Because I remember you're dead, I remember you didn't even have the chance to fight for your life in that warehouse..." your tears came out, your mouth trembled as you spoke, but anger was never far away, the feeling of sadness and anger mixed, boiling cruel words. "So I did it, I fought for you, I fought for you to have a second chance…"

"...a tiny chance of being something, of not having died in a warehouse with a title that was taken from you in 3 months" Jason didn't try to answer you, to fight your poison, you wouldn't listen to him. You would never understand being dug up with the sole purpose being revenge against those you loved, you wouldn't understand the weight of the choice you made for Jason, condemning him to a life now drenched in remorse and regret.

"I did it because I loved you, Jason, like no person has ever done before, like Bruce never did. I couldn't live knowing that was the end of you and nothing you could say would change my choice, because I love you, Jason and you know it. No matter how much you hate me after that, you know that I only did it because I loved you," you said after the man's silence, you struggled, even though you weren't sure he would listen. You don't think Jason would understand, knowing that the person he loved the most had been killed in a cruel way, meeting his end prematurely, he would never understand how heavy a burden it was to make that choice, to be condemned to a short span of a life with Jason that would soon end when he found out about your choice.

There were words choking in your throat, words that would have sounded like "I'm sorry, Jason, I'm sorry for all the hell you went through after you came back, I'm sorry for all the pain I couldn't take away from you", but they would have stayed there, you wouldn't have given Jason the chance to think that at some point you regretted what you had done, that you would do things differently if you had the chance, because although you were sorry for all the pain Jason had experienced, you would never have let that be the end of him, you just wished there was a way to take that pain away from him, but there wasn't and if Jason had to live with it in order to live, then so be it.

That discussion had come to an end, you couldn't say anything more, you couldn't ask Jason to let you stay, for him to understand your side, you couldn't ask him for gratitude, you couldn't ask him for anything, you knew that. You had to leave, he didn't want you there, this wasn't one of the nights when you drove Jason's demons away, not when you were one of them, you could only leave, leave him alone and you did. Without another word, you left, there was no hope of him asking you to stay, it was the end.

Jason seemed surrounded by a tornado, blinded by his thoughts, there was nothing else around him. Jason wasn't sure, but he thought he would rather have died in that warehouse forever and ever along with all the happy memories, with his moments of gratitude and admiration for Bruce, with his time honored as Robin, with his sweet love for you, but now it was all tainted, Bruce had been the one who betrayed him, Robin had been the one who caused his death and you were the one who now buried the last remnant of the old Jason, you were the final point the proof that that Jason should have died completely and now he did.

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[absolxguardian]

[Elminster and Khelben Arunsen] proved to be worthy and capable receptacles of her power, but Mystra's other early attempts to invest her power in living humans were unsuccessful, and she came to realize that only a very few mortals were of stern enough substance to contain such power within themselves without being destroyed or corrupted. Even though some people aside from Elminister and Khelben may have possessed the requisite strength, it is possible that having lived for years prior to being visited by Mystra had set them on a path from which they were not able to deviate. Whatever the reason, the problem needed to be solved. To get around the difficulty, Mystra devised a plan to use herself as a vessel to breed individuals who could be nurtured and acclimated to her power from the very beginnings of their lives. For the father of these individuals, she picked the best example of human stock she could find: Dornar Silverhand, a nobleman and a former Harper who lived near Neverwinter. Mystra then possessed the body of Elue Shandur, a helf-elven sorceress whom Dornal was already attracted to. Mystra revealed her presence and her plan to Eleu, who happily and eagerly agreed to have the goddess share her body. Eleu had been reluctant, but under the influence of Mystra the woman became a seductress, and Dornal found his advances being suddenly returned with great fervor. Dornal and Mystra/Eleu were wed in the Year of the Drifting Stars (760 DR). The first of the seven daughters, Anastra Syluné, was born the following winter. Sylune's six sisters emerged at one-year interval thereafter: Endue Alustriel, Ambara Dove, Ethena Astorma (she prefers the name "Storm" these days), Anamanué Laeral, Alassa Shentrantra (known today as the Simbul) and Erésseae Qilué. These siblings have become known in Realmsian lore as the Seven Sisters. Dornal, who had been kept in the dark about his wife's true nature through the years (presumably because Mystra didn't want to risk losing his services), was disappointed and distraught by the time his sixth child was born; he had always wanted sons as well as daughters. More importantly, he was seeing his wife deteriorate right before his eyes. The strain of coexisting with the goddess all these years had turned Eleu into a withered shell - in essence a lich, clinging to life only because Mystra's power was within her. When Eleu was carrying the seventh child, Dornal consulted a priest who told him his wife had been possessed by a entity of great magical power. To spare both of them any further agony, he attempted to slay his wife's physical form by severing her head from her body. As soon he had done this, Mystra was forced to reveal herself to him, and she went on to explain her scheme. Just as she had worried would happen, Dornal was aghast at how he and his wife had been used by the goddess. He turned his back on the corpse of his wife, abandoned his lands and his children, and vanished into the North. Mystra bore him no ill will, and in fact protected him for the final 30 years of his life. When Dornal finally did meet his end he called out to Mystra, and the goddess granted his continued existence as her servant. Now known as the Watcher, Dornal Silverhand travels the world unseen by mortals on a continuing mission to locate candidates to swell the ranks of the Chosen and to identify possible threats to Mystra and her minions.

-History of the Chosen of Mystra (Baldur's Gate 1)

Hey Mystra what the fuck. This also creates an interesting paralel to Bhaal, who also foresaw his death during the Time of Troubles and thus went and had mortal children. (This is a different Mystra from Gale's Mystra, but they're all reincarnations of the preceding goddesses)

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[oharabunny]

His Cheating Allegations

Description: Going off of my yandere!caretaker!Miguel idea, here's what I think of him in regards to him cheating.

Word Count: 798

Warning: mentions of sex, cheating Miguel, OOC!Miguel, obsession, delusion, not beta read, completely self indulgent fantasies of the author

He has a past of cheating, and he's not proud of it. But ever since he met you, he knew that he would move heaven and earth, the multiverse if you will, just for you. You are literally his whole universe.

He can't really look at other women (or anyone of any gender) the same anymore. Nobody quite compares to you.

You don't really see how because you're dysfunctional and useless to him. You wonder if he's seeing someone else in you.

He doesn't, because there aren't any variants of you across the multiverse.

But still, you think you're a dime a dozen as far as your personality and looks goes. And most people would agree with you.

Which is why it's a mystery how there are still some women that want to throw themselves at him even when he's busy ogling at you through his orange screens.

Maybe they thought they could compete with you.

(To you, they probably could. They'd be more intelligent, useful, witty, pretty, and hard working than you.)

What you and them don't know is that it is going to be a huge challenge to get him to cheat on you.

He's not necessarily infalliable, yes, he can fold, but under very certain circumstances.

Such as, if he was away from home for too long and cannot keep his pent up feelings to himself. He would need the other woman to face away from him, mask on, quiet, body shaped, and skin tone similiarly to yours in order to go through with it. He has to imagine you and your face in order to immerse himself with her.

Even then, it's still not the same and he knows, and realistically, he'll stop midway because it just won't feel as good.

On top of the fact he doesn't want to hurt you. He doesn't want to give you a reason to leave him.

(He would keep it a secret to himself to the day he dies.)

Which is why he's even more reluctant to cheat on you even if he does find someone else attractive because he has to make sure they're completely clean. He can't risk giving you a disease. You're a fragile and helpless being where anything can kill you. (Well, that's just what he thinks.) Your health and wellbeing is above all else.

Plus, he doesn't really have the time to cheat. He's too invested in both you and keeping the balance of the multiverse. You think he has time to go looking around?

Even the most persistent homewreckers will eventually tire out from their attempt to break his gaze on you.

Even the desperate ones.

Here's a scenario:

Other Woman: Miguel~ I'd do anything for you. Please, just give me a chance! I don't even mind being your second wife if I have to.

Miguel: Then would you be able to bear the responsibilities of taking care of my "first" wife above yourself? You'll need to take care of our children too. Fill in for me whenever I'm not home to take care of her. You have to understand that I will always put her, our children, her pets, and her belongings before you. That also means if she doesn't want me to touch you, I won't. Also, if you and I have children, they won't be your children anymore.

Also Miguel: Wait, if I let you take care of her, she might like you more than me and leave me. Nah, fuck that, I don't want you getting in between us.

Other Woman: Okay damn! You psycho! 😥

I don't think he'd do well in a poly relationship like a triad or separate relationship either. In a triad, he'd be threatened by them taking you or even you preferring them slightly more than him in any way. He has to be your number one and only. Even if the dynamics were in his favor, he's so so into you that he's very biased to give all his attention to you since sex for him is about pleasuring you. He wouldn't be a good partner for the third person if they value his attention and care too (they'd be cucked and forgotten most of the time💀). He also doesn't have the time to keep up with other relationships.

Back to the idea of him cheating on you, another way to increase his chances of cheating on you is if you consistently reject his advances and feelings for you. He might do it out of spite and sexual frustration, but he wouldn't find any joy in it especially when he realizes you don't care and you just want to leave. He'd be busy trying to manipulate you into depending on him.

Either way.

He is a you simp through and through.

A/N: This is super self indulgent as you can tell. This will never be who Miguel is canonically nor is it super realistic, but wishful thinking yknow? 🤷‍♀️

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[raythekiller]

Can I have a BEN drowned nsfw alphabet?

🗒 ❛ NSFW Alphabet ༉‧₊˚✧

Featuring: Ben Drowned

#Notes: what yall so horny for (← also horny)

pronouns used: none, gn! reader

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A - AFTERCARE

Gets super clingy. Doesn't want to let go of you, even if you just wanna get up to clean yourself. He just buries his face in the crook of your neck, holding you tight while asking you not to leave.

B - BODY PART

He's a chest guy, boobs or no boobs. Just loves laying his head on it or maybe playing with your nipples.

C - CUM

As mentioned above, since it's his favorite body part, it's also the one he loves coming on the most. Don't worry, he'll lick it clean after.

D - DIRTY SECRET

He gets off to hentai pretty regularly. He doesn't even know why and won't let ANYONE find out about it. He's pretty embarrassed, which is rich coming from him.

E - EXPERIENCE

Again, he died when he was like, twelve, so the most "experience" he ever got was from watching porn, which is... Not great.

F - FAVORITE POSITION

The classic cowgirl. Absolutely loves seeing you ride him, hands grabbing at your hips like his life depends on it. Might get a bit too desperate and thrust up if you're teasing him too much.

G - GOOFY

After he gets over the first-time embarrassement, he's back to being his silly and cocky self. Will probably crack a few jokes and you both just have to stop to giggle for a few seconds before continuing.

H - HAIR

Doesn't have much body hair generally, so he doesn't bother with grooming. It's still blonde, but a little darker than his hair.

I - INTIMACY

Honestly, though he doesn't admit it, it means a lot to him that you're willing to do something so intimate with him of all people, so while he seems to not take things so seriously most of the time, he genuinely appreciates it and is willing to do anything to satisfy you in return.

J - JACK OFF

Avid masturbator, to the point where it's a little concerning. Gets horny super easy, so he just takes it out on the socks.

K - KINKS

Here's my full post for his kinks.

L - LOCATION

Mostly his room, since it's more private and he doesn't have to risk anyone walking in, but honestly? If you're up for it, he'll do it just about anywhere. He can't say no to you.

M - MOTIVATION

In all honesty, anything gets him horny. A new outfit, a lingering touch, a seductive look or whisper and he's gone.

N - NO

He's pretty subby, so he wouldn't do anything to hurt you or that could possibly upset you, like humiliating you or being a bit rougher while domming. Even if you assure him that it's fine, he just isn't comfortable with it.

O - ORAL

Prefers receiving because he has no idea on how to give and is kind of insecure he isn't going to be able to satisfy you this way. Though, again, if you want him to, he just can't say no.

P - PACE

He's not slow, but definitely not fast either. He wants to savor every thrust, every bit of you squeezing around him. Unless you're the one controlling it, he's gonna go pretty easy on you.

Q - QUICKIE

Pretty big fan. Just a quick one in-between rounds of whatever game he's invested in at the moment. Loves it when you ride him as he's playing, too, trying to keep quiet so his teammates can't hear him whimpering.

R - RISKS

He's pretty reluctant to try anything new, honestly, and he considers you suggesting it a sign he's not satisfying you currently. He's a little insecure due to his lack of experience.

S - STAMINA

Can last for about 2 or 3 rounds. Anything more than that and he's crying from overstimulation, begging you to slow down.

T - TOYS

Doesn't own any, surprisingly (unless you count the body pillow he fucks every so often), but doesn't mind using them on you if you have any.

U - UNFAIR

He tries to be a teasing bastard, he really does, but his body betrays him. He has no self control when he's horny and will always budge before you do.

V - VOLUME

Oh, he's quite loud. More so whimpers and whines, but when he moans it's fairly high pitched as well as shaky and a bit breathy, he simply sounds desperate. W - WILD CARD

Jerks off thinking about you for months before actually trying to make a move, watching you undress before going to sleep through your computer screen while he strokes his cock. X - X-RAY

Not too big, about 7.5 inches. Pretty fair girth for the size as well. Y - YEARNING

Horny all of the time. Will beg to fuck you in the middle of any occasion, genuinely doesn't care if it's inappropriate for the moment, he's hard and he needs your help with it. Please? Z = ZZZ

Falls asleep minutes after coming, which is one of the reasons why he doesn't want to let you go once you're both done. He wants to wake up in your arms.

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