#anyways after following this show since it came out its changed so much and it's been so natural

[blazethecheeto]

just finished hsmtmts and i’m sobbing help it was beautiful

[i-like-writing-stuff]

never changing [ five hargreeves x reader ]

a/n: hi y’all! it’s been a hot minute since i’ve been on here, but after the absolute shit show that season 4 was, some sparks ignited in me to write up anything to take my mind off it 🙌

its not anything crazy, just fluff and banter since i haven’t written anything in years so it may be as poorly redacted as this season lmao

summary: five and y/n attend their niece birthday party together, yet separate

“Happy birthday, little Gracie!” You smiled widely, trying not to drop the wrapped present box as the six year old girl jumped into your arms, “Oh my gosh, look at you! You’re just getting prettier by day, aren’t you?”

You had just got off work in a hurry to make your appearance at the little girl’s birthday party at a decent time, in spite of the amount of paperwork you managed to bury yourself in lately. You knew how much it would have meant for the celebrated one to show up and you couldn’t bear to let her down, especially on her birthday.

After spending most of your life working for the Commission, and then a decent amount of time exhausting yourself in trying to stop multiple Apocalypses, your last six years have been pretty quiet as a lawyer. You really wanted to get out of the whole assassin thing, but at the same time couldn’t exactly move on from the thrill of the work field. Your career as a lawyer took off really well these past years, but inevitably it came along with the cost of always being stuck at work, so whenever your niece got the chance to see you, she was truly enthusiastic.

“Auntie Y/N!” She wrapped her tiny arms around your neck, engulfing you into a tight hug, “You are here!”

Nonetheless, these six years have been truly and undeniably the most peaceful time of your life for as long as you could remember.

“You literally saw each other the other day,” Five raised a brow, watching you and the celebrated one act as if you hadn’t seen each other in years.

You and the little girl shared a look, before rolling your eyes and turning to glare at the man next to you. Ever since Grace learned how to talk, you and her would gang up on her uncle for your amusement, especially since he was so keen on entertaining the banter.

These past six year have gone by in the blink of an eye, yet at the same time at a slow and steady pace. You spent most of your time working anyway, but still kept in touch with the seven siblings you’d grown to love.

Some in different ways than others.

“Uncle Five, you’re always more excited than me to see Aunt Y/N,” Gracie waved him off, making you burst out laughing, “Jealousy isn’t a good look on you anyway.”

“What is a good look on him anyway?” You smirked, making the little girl laugh, as Five swept her into his arms;

“Okay, munchkin, it’s your birthday today, but tomorrow I’m going back to bullying you,” He joked, causing you both to laugh, before the two shared a hug before you, “You’re lucky your gift has no return policy.”

The party had already started by the time you made it there. The playground was huddled by other kids around Grace’s age, along with their parents. The music was playing loudly over the laughter of children and you were pretty sure that most of the family had already arrived. It was not the most ideal gathering, but you tried your best to keep in touch with most of the family to your best capabilities.

“Y/N, I’m so glad you could make it!” Luther smiled, appearing from the crowd of guests, immediately giving you a big hug as his niece was still wrapped around Five, “Haven’t seen you since Thanksgiving!”

“Big shot lawyer doesn’t always have the time to stay in touch with family, huh?” Diego teased you, following suit, as you rolled your eyes, dropping off his daughter’s gift in his hands.

“Big shot delivery driver doesn’t know the phone works both ways, huh?” You smirked, putting your hands on your hips.

Diego laughed out loud as he gave you a hug, always in the mood for a back and forth short banter with you. After all, you truly were family, even if you didn’t always have the time to be present in the Hargreeves’ day to day lives. You may have met them in the original timeline in 2019, when you accidentally time traveled with your former partner at the Commission, Five, but after all you’ve been through, you didn’t need to have grown up together or be blood related to be considered that. And you truly were grateful for each and every single one of them, in spite of the many differences over the years.

After everything that’s happened six years ago at Hotel Oblivion, everyone went their separate ways. Allison was back with her daughter while trying to further her acting career and also help Klaus stay on the sober line, Viktor had moved to Canada where he opened a bar, Diego and Lila had three kids, Luther was “professionally dancing”, Ben had some run-ins with the law and Five, ironically enough, was working for the CIA.

“Well, you two are as annoying as always,” Ben told you and his brother, making Diego roll his eyes as he walked towards the gift table to set down your present.

“Please try to stay out of prison at least for the remainder of the year,” You joked with the man, making him roll his eyes as he hugged you loosely, “There’s only so much favors I could owe the DA.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Ben groaned, “I don’t even know why they let you work at the law firm since you still look like a prepubescent with no boobs. Even Five got a growth spurt.”

“I sized up to B recently, thank you very much,” You nudged his shoulder, before placing your hands on your chest in an offended manner.

“Okay, Gracie, not a conversation you’d wanna hear,” Five spoke up, putting his niece down, “Your aunt needs to learn some etiquette on how to act around children.”

“Funny coming from you,” You couldn’t help but wave him off.

You didn’t come in with Five at the party, but as fate had it, you did run into him as you were parking your car. He had just gone out to his brother’s dusty van to bring inside some more cookies for the guests. You kept in touch with him as well, but not as often as you would have liked. It’s not all that serious, but given the fact that you were a lawyer still climbing your way to the top and him being a top notch CIA agent, you didn’t exactly have the time to hang out.

At least, not as much as you’d have liked.

Five was watching you with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips, and his hands in his pockets. He had the same look on his face as always when watching you. He had the same smile when he saw you in combat for the first time during your first mission for the Commission together, the same look in his eyes when you appeared for the first time in 2019 alongside him in your teen bodies. The same posture he had when he met you again in 1963 after months of not seeing each other.

He wore the same love on his face while looking at you when you and the siblings split up after the events at Oblivion.

And never once did you notice that.

Not once in these past six years you let your feelings surface.

“You know Grace is my niece too, right?” He couldn’t drop the small smile even if he wanted to.

“Since when are you such a family man?” You raised a brow, trying to keep a confident composure.

“Oh, something changed in me between the first and third time I traded the world for my siblings,” He lightly shrugged his shoulders, making you roll your eyes at the sarcastic remark.

You two never changed.

“Please, I was there for the twins birth,” You waved him off.

You rarely see Five, and even when you do you always try to act normal, as you do around the rest of the Hargreeves. Everyone tried to get you two together at first, since the apocalypse was over and there was no reason for you to not get together, right?

You really wished it was that easy. In hindsight, maybe it was. But you couldn’t take any chances in losing Five forever if something were to go wrong. Maybe some would see it as something stupid, or as if you wasted so many years, but to you- mentally, you were almost seventy, while physically nineteen. You had so much time ahead of you now, all that mattered was to get a stable career first.

Five let a chuckle escape, shaking his head in disbelief, as he looked at the floor for a couple of seconds. When he looked back at you, you tried to keep your composure. You couldn’t help but feel pathetic that after all these years, your heart still skipped a beat whenever he’d look at you.

“You’re doing that thing again where you forget that some other people are still around, guys,” Luther raised his hand, grabbing your attention once again.

“I got bored of watching seventy year old virgins,” Ben shrugged his shoulders, “I’m gonna go get shitfaced.”

“Always a delight seeing you, Benjamin,” Five said, as Luther followed the ex-tentacle boy suit to make re he was not about to actually get drunk;

“This is a six year old’s birthday party!”

You giggled, watching the two brothers speed away while arguing amongst the kids in the crowd. When your eyes laid back on Five, who was intently watching you, you couldn’t help but feel a small blush creep its way in your cheeks.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Spit it out, Hargreeves.”

“I said it’s nothing!”

“Fuck you.”

“Why?”

You watched him dumbfounded for a couple of seconds because of the only answer he could come up with, before walking away, hoping he would follow you.

When he did try to keep up with you, you looked away to hide the proud smile. Even after all these years, things were still the same with him. He was still so eager to spend time with you, he was still smiling at you and entertaining your conversation.

“Aunt Y/N, Uncle Five, come play in the ball pit!” Gracie ushered you from afar, already tucked in the plastic colorful balls.

“You heard the birthday girl!” You smiled, grabbing his hand to drag Five after you.

Even after all these years he would instantly lock his fingers with yours.

[evilkitten3]

ok so like i know the reason is just. sexism but one thing that really irks me about how the post-timeskip naruto manga handled which characters became medic nin bc it makes absolutely no sense to me

sakura's decision to train under tsunade makes sense, and i love that she got a super strength power up, so no notes there, but the other teams.... yeesh

so first off, team ten. we're told that ino decided to follow sakura into mednin land to keep being rivals with her... despite that at no point factoring into their rivalry at all beforehand. ino never showed any interest in that, nor was the yamanaka clan ever mentioned to have anything to do with healing as far as i can remember. it's like going to art school to stay with your bestie when your goal is to become a dentist. why are you there. find other ways to spend time together. it also kinda goes against her family's whole thing as. the guys who do the torture stuff. and it's barely ever relevant anyway

for team ten, i think the team medic should've been shikamaru, and i think this not just bc i think it makes more sense skill-wise (something about the way the nara clan's various shadow jutsu work just screams "you need good chakra control for this" to me), but also bc i think it would make asuma's death a thousand times more painful. bc shikamaru is a slacker. he's not learning medical ninjutsu bc he wants to, he's learning it bc someone on the team has to in order to stick together. they're all chuunin now; one of them has to be a medic. them's the rules. but he doesn't really care that much, even when he is trying to learn, and he's so used to being smart enough to not have to pay attention in lessons anyway that he's not prepared for classes that require his full focus. and then asuma dies and shikamaru is doomed to spend the rest of his fucking life wondering if he could've saved him by paying just a little more attention to those medical ninjutsu lessons (he could not have (but he'll never know for sure))

team eight makes some sense, since giving the girl who struggles with fighting the healing job isn't exactly out of nowhere, but i do feel it was the lazy choice. kiba already had a sister involved in the medical business, even if she deals more with animals, so he could've started learning from her and found that he liked it. plus kiba's goal is to be hokage, and the current hokage is a mednin, so it's not like it wouldn't support his goal. or shino could do it; would add another layer to his character. hinata works fine but. it's just not a very interesting development imo

but what really gets me is team gai. good freaking grief. out of every single team, team gai was the one with the most obvious choice. bc there was only one choice. lee can't do any kind of ninjutsu, and tenten's only real backstory is that her chakra control isn't good enough for her to be a medic nin. so it had to be neji. canon establishes that every team has to have a medic; this is a policy tsunade got passed even before she became hokage, so no way in hell is she going back on it now.

moreover, neji becoming a medical ninja - especially if hiashi encouraged it - would show some development for the hyuuga clan maybe starting to suck a bit less. bc as a medic, neji would be bound by oath to stay alive for as long as possible. imagine a world in which hizashi came back and hiashi was able to tell his brother that not only was their family starting to change, but his son had chosen a path that would prevent him from ever following in his father's footsteps. it would be the first step (of many) to show that the hyuuga clan was freeing itself from its own bullshit.

also it would've made sakura catching the zetsu pretending to be neji a thousand times funnier. like that's her coworker. they've shared shifts at the hospital together. she's seen neji drink vodka straight from a bottle and then crash on her couch after they got out of a twelve-hour surgery on the fucking dumbass chuunin who managed to step on his own boobytrap. she knows him.

[zeroeightzeroone]

stubborn - han jisung

love collection

genre: angst, hurt/comfort

pairings: fem!reader (infp) x idol!han jisung (istp)

warnings: none

wc ~3k | moodboard

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"you're not hearing me at all."

you push yourself off the edge of jisung's bed, onto your feet and make your way around the room gathering the things you came with–which isn't much since he keeps some of your things in his dorm. fingers running through your locks; the state of your hair expressing the brewing frustration within you. what was supposed to be a lovely night sleeping over at jisung's turned into the two of you pushing each other's buttons.

you're quick to swing the door open and make your way into the hall but jisung's quick to follow you out. 

"baby, come on!" he calls, hot on your tail, "y/n!"

"leave me alone ji!"

jisung sneers, "you wanted me to communicate more! here i am! communicating but you're walking away!"

you stop, spinning around to face the boy so suddenly that your bodies almost collide. there, in the hallway of jisung's dorm, you're standing face to face, chests rapidly heaving from your uneven breathing, the rage radiating off your bodies. feeding off each other's emotions.

"yes. i wanted you to communicate more but," your tone stern as your eyes narrow up at him, "that also meant hearing me when i'm communicating something to you! listening to me–"

"please. i've been listening to you!"

"no you haven't! it's like i'm speaking into a void when i tell you that i miss you, ji! we've been together for six months, but i've barely seen you in the past few months."

"you know how my job is," jisung crosses his arms over his chest.

"i'm not asking for you to be attached at the hip. all I'm asking is to see you more than i do right now."

"my schedule doesn't work that way. i can't always find the time for you."

"you can't? or you don't want to?" you counter with your arms crossed over your chest.

jisung scoffs at your implication, "what are you talking about?"

"you can't make time for me or you don't want to make time for me?" you look into jisung's eyes, "when we first started dating you wou—"

"–my schedules have changed. they're not the same as when we first started dating," jisung reminds you, "it's not that easy."

"you said that before too!" you remind him, with a frown adorning your lips, "you said it wouldn't be easy, i knew that, but–"

"but?"

"but..." your eyelids flutter, harshly gulping down the lump in your throat as you hold back the tears threatening to brew, "do you not want to try? do you not want to see me?"

"you know it's not like that," jisung sighs, voice laced with exasperation.

"then what? what is it like then?" the tears fall anyway.

"you knew what dating me would be like."

you scoff as you roll your eyes, "you can't keep using that defense."

"am i wron–"

you're quick to cut jisung off, "–i knew that my boyfriend being an idol wouldn't be easy, that we wouldn't get the opportunity to see each other as much as we would like–"

"if you knew then," he shrugs, "what's this all about?" 

jisung's words come out colder than intended.

"this is about you not even trying to fit me in! you stopped saying 'i'll try', now its always 'i can't'!"

"excuse me? i haven't been trying? how can you say that i haven't been trying?"

"where's the effort then jisung? show me!" angry tears stream down your face, "all our texts show that i'm the one asking when you're free! that i'm checking up on you! i'm the one initiating everything."

"i'm here now, aren't i?" jisung waves his hands up and down, "is that not enough for you?"

"after today i'll probably see you in another couple of weeks, or even more than a month when i'm the one asking you to spend time with me! me! your girlfriend!"

"god, i can't do this right now," he runs a hand through his unruly hair, "i've got a ton of work left to do and this conversation is going nowhere."

"fine," you huff.

a few moments pass with neither of you making any moves, staring straight ahead. though you're both in each other's line of sight, your eyes don't meet. avoiding the other's fiery gaze.

your cheeks are flushed, your falling tears soaking the heated skin but you make no effort to swipe them away. your bottom lip is trembling—your whole body feels like it's trembling due to the overwhelming amount of emotion that rush through your veins that very moment. jisung pretty much mirrors you–minus the tears–the way his brows are knit together, slow and heavy breaths leaving his flared nostrils.

with a sigh of defeat, you turn on your heel, then make a beeline for the door. jisung watches you make your way to the front door, not once looking back at him as you swing the door open and shut it behind you. 

and not once does he stop you from leaving. 

the door shuts and jisung turns around, walking to his room where he flings the door shut behind him and pulls his headphones on. drowning out his surroundings as he tries to steady his breathing.

an hour or two passes and chan walks through the front door, expecting to see your shoes next to jisung's at the door or some other trace of you inside the dorm, but nothing catches his eye. curious, the curly haired boy peeks into jisung's room to see if maybe you'd both gone out but jisung sits there in his computer chair.

the brunette's still got headphones on, no knowledge that his hyung stands in his doorway. right as chan is about to shut the door, his eyes land on a short stack of clothes on top of jisung's dresser: your favourite shirt of jisung's and a pair of jisung's sweatpants. the sight has chan nodding his head as he slowly steps back and closes the door.

even without asking, it's clear something went on between the two of you. the clothes sitting on top of the younger boy's dresser are the same clothes you're given to wear whenever you stay over. they're jisung's clothes but he sets them aside just for you because he knows how much you love them. instead, the clothes are neatly folded and untouched. 

on the way to his own room, chan sends changbin and hyunjin a text, letting them know about the current atmosphere of the dorm. 

walking in through the front door of your apartment and locking eyes with your roommate, the surprise on her face is apparent. she wasn't expecting you to come home tonight as you said you'd be sleeping at jisung's before leaving. regardless of her surprise, the moment she registers the look on your face, she's rushing over to pull you into a bear hug. 

oh, there go the waterworks again.

your trek home from jisung's dorm was an emotional rollercoaster, to say the least. 

you would cry, be fine, see the smallest thing and cry once again. you had literally seen a dog across the street and the tears started falling once again.

standing near the front door, you're holding her tight as you cry into her shoulder. she doesn't ask what the cause of your tears are, instead she rubs comforting circles on your back whilst swaying your bodies back and forth. allowing you to let it all out, no questions asked. the look on your face when you walked through the door said enough for her. moments pass until eventually, you feel that you've cried enough.

"thank you," you say with a sniffle, pulling away from her.

she smiles, "i'm here if you want to talk, even if you don't want to talk about it, i'm still here."

...

its been three days since you and jisung have seen each other. 

if you were to ask any of your mutual friends to point out the traits you share with your boyfriend, other than the both of you being quite introverted. the top answer would be: stubborn.

were you both aware of how immature you were being, holding out hope that the other one would crack first? yes. of course.

it's just a matter of who is less stubborn and immature between the two of you.

jisung's holed himself up in the company building the past couple of days. most of his time is spent in chan's room or the dance studio (when he feels like moving) as he tries not to think about you.

keyword: tries.

you're all he can think about.

the brunette would be checking his phone to see if maybe you've sent something. jisung had gotten used to you sending him texts throughout the day but the past three days have been radio silent. he finds himself feeling incomplete without your random texts; feeling incomplete without you.

on the other hand, you've caught yourself almost texting or calling jisung first, holding yourself back for the sake of proving a point. albeit, in an immature manner, but a point nonetheless. just like your boyfriend, you're drowning yourself in work but it does nothing to get the boy with the cutest round cheeks out of your head. 

three days of radio silence seemed like more than enough, the longing for each other growing as the days pass. jisung misses your random messages about anything and everything, and you miss his random selfies throughout the day. 

you miss each other.

eventually, instead of the both of you being too hard-headed to admit defeat and initiate a conversation; the delay comes with the fact that neither of you know where or how to start. 

you and jisung have argued before, of course. it would be unnatural for no conflicts to have come up in six months of your relationship. however, it has never gone this far. 

with a deep breath, jisung raises his fist to knock at the door.

"hyung?"

from inside the room, chan hums. turning around in his chair as he calls for jisung to come inside. the door opens slowly, revealing jisung clad in sweats and a hoodie, sheepishly walking into chan's bedroom and taking a seat on the mattress. 

"what's up?" 

chan knows what's up. it's been quite obvious that something has been up with you and jisung for the past couple of days.

"i need some adv—... help. i need some help," jisung glances up at chan and back down, receiving another hummed reply from the older boy, "i fucked up."

jisung takes a deep breath, fingers toying at his sleeves.

"something happened between you and y/n, yeah?" 

jisung nods as chan leans back in his computer chair. with that, jisung begins rambling about the argument you two had while chan listens intently, mentally noting down points he believes to be significant. as jisung retells the exchange, he's reminded of the way you looked at him, the things you said to him and how he responded back to you. 

"i.. uh.. i don't know what to do," jisung's hands brush through his hair, elbows on his knees as he leans his weight forward, "i don't know where to start."

meanwhile, a floor down and a couple hours later, seungmin sits in the living room of his dorm on the phone with you. on your end, his voice comes through your phone speakers, filling your room.

"first of all, you two need to speak to each other."

"ok—"

"—i'm not done," seungmin hushes you, "how jisung managed to find someone as stubborn as he is, is beyond me but you're both stubborn as hell."

"... gee, thanks."

"you're welcome. you know it's true," even though he can't see you, you can't help but shrug with a small nod, agreeing with seungmin's statement. he continues, "but think about it like this. one reason you fought was because he wasn't prioritizing your relationship, right?"

"yeah?"

"what about right now?"

"huh?" 

"is the priority right now to be as hard-headed as possible to prove a point or…" seungmin drags out the last word, "is it your relationship with jisung?"

"my relationship."

...

"well, someone's up early," your roommate gasps when you walk into the kitchen.

you're fully dressed for the day, ready to go outside. usually this early in the morning you're still asleep, choosing to wake up right on time for work instead of earlier than needed.

"i thought you had a day off?" she muses, bringing the mug up to her lips and taking a sip of her coffee.

even before you entered the kitchen area, you could smell the fragrant aroma of coffee beans, filling the air the moment you walked out of your bedroom.

"i do," you nod, going to make yourself a cup of hot chocolate, not really in the mood for coffee.

"where ya' going?"

"i'm gonna go to the dorms," you turn around and lean against the counter, "talk to ji."

"woke up early to avoid the morning rush?" the soft smile on your face paired with the sigh says enough, "how are you feeling?"

you shrug, "a bit nervous... but i'm always nervous going into serious conversations."

she chuckles, "oh yeah. i remember the conversation we had when you wanted to be a potential roommate."

the memory has your cheeks flushing, throwing your head back in embarrassment. to this day, you don't know how she chose you instead of the other, non-embarrassing, applicants. right before your roommate leaves for work, you're exchanging a quick hug and then she's out the door. 

the longer you sit alone in the kitchen, stewing in your own thoughts, deliberating over the plan you've repeated in your head a million times; the more your anxiety heightens. prompting you to close your eyes before it can spill over the brim. you take a deep breath, trying to focus on your heartbeat.

the sudden knock at the door has your heart jump, the noise startling you. 

you glance out the kitchen doorway, spotting your roommate's house keys hanging on the rack next to the front door. shaking your head, you walk towards the front, unhooking her keys whilst you turn the knob with your other hand. 

she's always been quite forgetful.

with an amused smile on your face, you pry the door open.

"no wonder i didn't hear your keys when you left—"

you gulp, heart flipping in your chest.

its not your roommate. 

the words are caught in your throat at the sight of the man standing in front of you.

han jisung's here, inside your apartment complex and right outside your front door. the hood of his brown jacket is pulled over his beanie-clad head, and the bottom half of his face is covered by a mask but the nervousness is obvious as he awkwardly shifts his weight on his feet, eyes flickering around.

"can i come in?" he asks with a soft voice. 

you nod, stepping aside, giving jisung the space to walk through the front door then shutting it behind him. he discards his shoes at the door, before you're walking in front of him, leading you both into the living area. the two of you take a seat on the couch, a couple inches of space between your bodies. awkward silence lingering in the air, neither of you knowing who should speak first.

jisung clears his throat and decides to take the leap.

his hands reach up to remove the mask and hood, "where.. uh.. were you going somewhere?"

referring to the denim jeans and hoodie you've got on. his hoodie.

"i was going… to see you."

jisung angles his body in your direction, blinking a couple of times as your gaze flickers towards him.

"... you were going to see me?" you nod, "but.. why?"

now you're turning to him, brows knit in confusion. what does he mean why?

"so we could talk about… you know..."

jisung is mentally smacking himself, "no-no, i know that but you shouldn't be the one going over there.. it should be me coming to you. to talk to you, to apologize to you."

"but i have things to apologize for too…" your hands play with the ends of the hoodie you're wearing, "i... i'm sorry that i made it seem like you don't put anything into our relationship. i hurt you by saying you aren't trying. i know you do, i know its hard with your schedule and all... i—"

jisung shakes his head, scooting closer, taking your hands in his own. the mere feeling of his hands on yours has your heart skipping a beat, your skin tingling under his touch. 

"honestly, i was hurt hearing you say i haven't been trying, putting in any effort," the pads of his thumbs gently caress your skin, "it's embarrassing to admit... but it did hurt my ego."

jisung's chocolate brown iris' swim with guilt and sadness. 

both emotions stem from his inadequacy as a boyfriend recently; hurting the person he cares the most about. its true that you don't realize what you've lost until it's gone, and he had a taste of it for the past three days. he doesn't want to be without you, never again. 

"i didn't see the mistakes i'd made, the ways i hurt you. instead, i hurt you more in that conversation, didn't i?" 

the way your lips press into a straight line is enough of an answer for him.

"i'm sorry," jisung squeezes your hands gently, "i'm sorry for not putting more effort into our relationship."

"you are—"

"no, i'm not," he shakes his head, "if i was then it it wouldn't have been brought up, and we wouldn't have had that fight."

"... mhmm."

"i kept saying you knew what you were getting into dating me," a bitter laugh slips from his lips at the memory, "but i also knew what getting into a relationship. god, i fucked up."

your stomach turns and your brain starts to scatter. overthinking about what jisung could say next, hypothesizing the worst-case scenarios.

"i knew that it wasn't going to be easy... that dating me is going to be a lot harder than it would be if you dated... someone else– someone that isn't a celebrity," his fingers fiddle with your own, "you knew all of that and still said yes to me, you still chose me?"

"of course, because i want you. no one else."

jisung's cheeks get rounder as his toothy smile widens at your words. he blinks quickly, snapping himself out of his quick daze and continues.

"i haven't been the best boyfriend lately, i know that..." his brown eyes lock with your own, "i'm sorry for how i hurt you that day... even leading up to that... i know i wasn't putting in that effort and there's no excuse for that, honestly. i haven't been fair to you."

"its okay."

"its not, don't say that, baby," jisung sighs, "i know i fucked up but i'll make it up to you. i promise! i'll do everything i can to make it up to you, i'll work harder on us... i'll find a... what is it? b-balance! balance! i'll work on communicating more... j-just be patient with me? i know you already are but—"

"—you're rambling," you cut him off, knowing if you didn't he'd just continue to talk in circles.

it's adorable, it's endearing.

but you take this opportunity to apologize in return, "i'm sorry too. i'm know i hurt you too that day. i could've found a better way to bring it up to you, talk to you about it but i didn't and i'm so sorry. i need to work on that, i need to work on a lot of things but… we'll work on us, together. it'll be hard but-"

"as long as we're together."

you nod, repeating his words, "as long as we're together."

jisung's hands move up to cup your cheeks, caressing the skin gently as your own hands are circled around his wrists. leaning in, he places a kiss onto your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before he pulls away. his chocolate brown eyes graze over your face with a delighted look, taking the time to memorize your features all over again, etching them into his brain as if it was the first time all over again.

starting with your eyes. your stunning eyes that bore into his own, jisung finds himself entranced by them and the way they sparkle when you're talking about your passions, the things you love. your eyes that smile whenever you laugh at his stupid jokes.

your nose, which you've repeatedly expressed your dissatisfaction with, but jisung finds absolutely adorable. the way your nose scrunches up when you laugh or when you're playfully glaring at him.

your lips. your plush, baby pink lips that jisung would kiss all day if he could, especially when you're in a pouty mood. the way your bottom lip juts out makes his heart flip. sometimes he finds himself staring at your lips, allured by the way they move as you speak.

you. you're absolutely breathtaking, beautiful. the most beautiful being he's ever laid his eyes on. the most beautiful being, inside and out that he will ever lay eyes on. he's convinced that nothing else, that no one else will captivate him, entrance him, amaze him the way that you do. the way only you do. its you, only you.

"i love you."

the three words, eight letters leave jisung's lips for the first time, directed to you, dedicated to you and you feel like you're levitating. the words, paired with the melodic vocal tone of the man sitting across from you has you breathless, the sound is intoxicating. you're addicted, so high and elated that for a moment, you wonder if you heard right.

"you..?" you're speechless.

jisung's face beams with happiness, his eyes crinkling into crescent moon shapes at the sight of your own eyes that currently resemble a lost puppy; large, round and beaming up at him.

"it was like a part of me was missing over the past three days. the past three days i didn't have you, three days without you... three days where i got the taste of what life would be like if i lost you. you, y/n, are my heart," he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, "i can't— i don't want to imagine a life without you, it would only be incomplete. i love you…"

jisung pauses, biting down on his bottom lip, trying to bite back his smile. 

"fuck… i'm so in love with you."

"han jisung," you press a kiss to his lips with a hum before pulling away ever so slightly. lips brushing against his as you speak, "i'm so in love with you. it's crazy."

[jbaileyfansite]

Interview with The Guardian (2025)

The actor Jonathan Bailey sits at a large table in an otherwise empty room: charcoal cable knit sweater, loose pinstripe trousers, hair neatly coiffed. He is chewing gum, sipping coffee, talking through his recent career, and a certain serendipity that has rendered him reflective. At 36, he’s fresh from his turn as likely-lad love interest Fiyero in Hollywood’s blockbuster adaptation of Wicked; as a child, seeing the stage show was a milestone for him. “I remember thinking Fiyero was such a good part.” Later this year he will star in Jurassic World Rebirth alongside Mahershala Ali and Scarlett Johansson. “I saw the original Jurassic Park with my family, aged six, at the cinema,” he says. “It was the first time we all went together to something like that. It was seminal, but so rare for us.”

And this month, Bailey will star in Richard II at the Bridge Theatre, directed by Nicholas Hytner. Bailey is its protagonist. It is another example of full-circle career moment. In 2013, he appeared on stage in Hytner’s Othello. Same playwright, same director, same city – Bailey can’t help but consider all that’s changed in the intervening years. “Back then I was too young,” he says. “I came into the rehearsal process not mature or confident enough.”

Landing the role of Cassio, one of Othello’s lieutenants, had been so important to him then. “I didn’t go to drama school,” he says, “and there was a common belief that if you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be able to do classical texts, or perform in the big theatres. There are all these stories we are born into that we have to unpick. For me, one of those was how limited I felt.”

Bailey remembers the day that changed. “It was late December,” he says, “and I was walking along London’s South Bank.” He was on his way to the National Theatre to meet Hytner for a callback. “I’d worked so hard and for so many reasons it felt…” He cuts himself off, then goes on, “Working at the National was beyond my wildest dreams.”

Bailey performed the two scenes he’d prepared. Then, Hytner unexpectedly suggested a third, which Bailey hadn’t rehearsed. “I’m not very good at just reading and going,” he says. “I can’t really come up with… Anyway, I went with instincts. He offered me the job in the room. It was a defining moment in my career.”

All sorts of opportunities followed for Bailey: American Psycho at the Almeida; Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s TV debut Crashing; King Lear opposite Ian McKellen; BBC satirical sitcom W1A. He was made very famous for playing a leading Lothario in Bridgerton, the Netflix behemoth. “Now being back with Nick,” he says. “I have a much fuller and more cherished understanding of him as a human as well as a director. Getting back into a room with him now, with all that’s happening, just felt obvious.” Hytner’s praise for Bailey is just as high: “He can speak Shakespeare like it’s his first language… The stage is his element.”

It’s Wednesday lunchtime, early January, in a central London studio space. We’re meeting halfway through five weeks of Richard II rehearsals in full swing a few floors below us. He’s sitting at a large table. In front of him is a bulky script covered in yellow highlights. “It’s only half,” he says, flicking through, playful panic in his voice. “Not only that, I’ve thinned it, and taken out the scenes I’m not in, which feels very Richard II.”

It’s Bailey’s first stage production since 2022. Through Bridgerton, he has been exposed to a global audience. But theatre is where it all began. “So returning to the stage, now, just felt so right. And I don’t think I’ve changed at all, even if certain things around me have.” It has taken some adjustment, this new level of “Black Mirror-esque” notoriety that he’s experiencing. It’s why he likes the intimacy of these rehearsals, after months spent on sprawling film sets. And he’s enjoying being based in London for an extended period, close to friends and family.

Bailey is charming, handsome and self-effacing as we talk, but doesn’t seem entirely at ease. That gum chewing is fervent now; he’s fiddling with what’s in front of him. He habitually self-edits as he speaks. There’s a vagueness that, at times, feels purposeful. At regular intervals, he simply stops mid-sentence.

Take the play itself. “It’s such an incredible, searing interrogation of power, government and monarchy…” he says. “You have someone with the cast-iron right to rule, who is absolutely unfit to lead, emotionally underdeveloped… And Shakespeare wrote to be played, not published. There are so many references and nuances to what an Elizabethan audience would have understood… It’s about translating it from that, and delivering it to a modern audience, so the effect hopefully has the same vivid fervency and front-footedness especially politically and especially in this instance with monarchy and leadership.”

It sounds interesting. So where is he turning to for inspiration for his tyrannical overlord? I ask. Trump? King Charles? The Saudis?

“That’s for the viewer to see. I have very clear ideas and I hope the audience will, too…”

He won’t be drawn. I’m curious as to why. He shakes his head.

“You’ll have to come and see it.”

Later, over email, Hytner is more forthright: “The play wonders what happens when an entirely legitimate leader is set on ruining the country he leads. No good options. Submit or resist – either way you end up with chaos.”

Ahead of Wicked’s late-November release, there was a preview screening in Sydney. “It was part of this massive press tour, but for me it only lasted two weeks. The girls are incredible,” Bailey says of his co-stars Ariana Grande and Cynthia Erivo, plugging the project for months on end. “And they’re still at it, still shining.”

In Oz, Bailey went along with one of his sisters and her two daughters in tow. It was the first time he’d sat back and watched the film properly. “I was so overwhelmed,” he says. “Even now, it makes me quite emotional. If there was the purest form of joy I had as a kid, it was singing and dancing.”

His family was based between Reading and Oxford. Bailey has three older sisters. As a child, he’d be dropped at basketball club at the local village hall. “From outside, I could see my sister’s ballet lessons through the window. I wanted to be in there with them. I’d go and wait at the back of their class in my Velcro trainers.” He enrolled. “I was obsessed and loved it. Dancing and singing felt like a vocation.”

Music also filled the family home. By the time Bailey was 10, his sisters would go out clubbing. “The next morning, they’d come back, and I’d get them, hungover, to do impressions of their different friends dancing.” It was a family affair. “We loved 90s club classics. Me, Mum, Dad and my sisters went through a phase of going into the new room – we had an extension, then called it that for 20 years – and we’d put on vinyls and dance, all of us.”

One day, he stopped. “I don’t know what happened,” he says, “for whatever reason, I didn’t confidently carry through the dancing. I got self-conscious in my teens that it was signalling something else. It just didn’t feel… I probably just knew it was better to be playing rugby than dancing. I became really self-conscious. There weren’t other dudes dancing.” One teacher called Bailey a “fairy” in front of his entire class. “In your teenage years it’s so raw. You lose your skin. And there are certain things in life,” he says, “that allow people to think they know something about you, and those assumptions mean you stop doing something you love. You curb or you police yourself. You don’t make the joke, or say the quip. You don’t stand up and advocate for yourself or your friends. And you start to slowly crumple. That’s purely on the basis of this idea of signalling. These stereotypes.”

One becomes fearful, he continues, of the immense hurt that others can cause. “Even more pain than binding yourself up slowly and creating a space of safety and refuge in your own mind or heart. That’s where it gets dangerous and people stop doing the things they’re supposed to. And how brilliant that we…” He pauses, surprised, concerned even – it seems – by how much he’s sharing. “It’s a scary time, isn’t it. On the one hand, I do think there’s such a… People are so much more open-minded about what defines masculinity now. What defines heterosexuality. What defines gender. But on the other hand, there’s a swing, obviously, towards… Anyway, that one will have to be a dot-dot-dot for you.”

It’s not that Bailey dropped performing as a child, only that things took off in a different direction. Back in ballet class, there’d been a callout from the Royal Shakespeare Company. “They needed young boys to play Tiny Tim in A Christmas Carol.” He was seven years old. “My parents weren’t sure. It was so outside their world.” His mum worked in the NHS. “And Dad was a DJ, basically, in Piccadilly Circus at [70s nightclub] Snoopys.” But a child actor? “It’s a big ask, from a kid. I was really protected by them, but they gave me this opportunity.” He was cast, and continued to be through school. “It was extraordinary, really. I didn’t miss any lessons. By 13, I’d done three productions for the RSC, and a stint in the West End. All before I hit puberty.” Then came his first Shakespeare production: Prince Arthur in King John at the Barbican with the RSC. “I was 12 or 13, and that set me on another course. ‘Fuck, OK, you can also do this.’” The memories are visceral, even now: “The sickly, sweet smell of fake blood. Dry ice. All those senses. I was taken. That’s maybe where my creative juices were channelled more, over singing and dancing.”

He has worked solidly since his teenage years. Bridgerton, though, catapulted him to stardom. Afterwards, says Bailey, “I was contending with how things would change in my life.” The press introduction, a growing, global fandom, interest in his personal life and sexuality… “On one hand,” he says, “the success of Bridgerton, being able to play that role, and for who I am not to affect people’s perceptions; the love story between a man and a woman.” He pauses, again. Oh, actually.” Some nervous laughter. “It’s just, I’m cautious. I’m who I am and always will be. It’s an extraordinary thing to see and hear the word ‘gay’ next to your name all the time. It’s something I’m incredibly proud of, but it’s also not something anyone else would be defined by. So to go straight from Bridgerton, where inevitably that was talked about, to do a series like Fellow Travellers? It came along like some sort of beacon.”

Fellow Travellers, a Showtime series in which Bailey and Matt Bomer star, follows the romance between two American politicos, from the 1950s to 1980s. Production started as series one of Bridgerton started streaming. Among a predominantly queer central cast, cocooned on set, Bailey’s sexuality was entirely un-noteworthy. “All with our own experiences,” he says, “coming together. And learning about the history… The men who endured and experienced such horrendous and extraordinary things.”

Simultaneously, he was inundated with requests from charities following Bridgerton’s success. “I felt frozen by wanting to help.” The sheer scale of what was being asked and what he might do with his platform, connections and cash felt overwhelming. So, he founded the Shameless Fund. “Raising cash and erasing shame to support the global LGBTQ+ community. We’re giving grants this year. I’m so proud of it. It was all in theory. It seems so obvious and clear. We’ve raised a lot of money for initiatives that need cash and a platform. “And the thing is,” he says, “I can’t be a mouthpiece. I’m an actor.” As is clear through our conversation so far, he’s impassioned and engaged, but being outspoken doesn’t always feel comfortable. It must be challenging, I say. So many eyes and ears pointed in his direction. “The noise is turned up,” he says. “And when it’s about your family, or your identity… And nobody is going to question that headline, in a different outlet with their own agenda. That’s what’s left and it isn’t true. That’s why I’m really protective. I’ve seen something so specific about my identity be twisted. Ultimately you want peace within yourself, because the world is wild enough as it is. It’s too important now, with rights being stripped away. What’s so obviously looming…” Back to Wicked, I suggest.

“OK,” he says, relieved, “so I was doing Cock [his West End stint in Mike Bartlett’s comedy about sexual identity] and I knew a film of Wicked was happening.” In the dressing room before curtain up one night, Bailey recorded a self-tape. “As I was singing, doing a karaoke version of [Fiyero’s big number] Dancing Through Life, I got called to stage on the Tannoy. Fuck it, I just sent it.” There were some positive noises. “Then the dates didn’t look to be working out. Wicked said they couldn’t be sure about what they wanted…” Bailey made other plans. Then, out the blue, dates shifted: the part was his. The months that followed were hectic: during one stretch, while juggling Fellow Travellers, Bridgerton and Wicked, he was filming for 34 days straight.

“I’d come from set, sleep on a flight, go straight to a Bridgerton ball, then the next day be dancing with Ari and Cynthia. Everyone else for Wicked had three months of rehearsal. I had three days.” There’s a knock at the door: Bailey is being summoned back down to rehearsals. “The conclusion to that,” he says, “is Wicked happened and I’m so proud. Before I knew it I was Dancing Through Life…” Suffice to say, he’s thrilled to be.

Richard II is at the Bridge Theatre until 10 May, bridgetheatre.co.uk

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[boydepartment]

hellllloo I love ur texts so much!! can I request a text where the enha boys are maybe busy and you ask them for a favor and they drop everything for you (just them being whipped)

1-800- whipped

a/n: OMGGGGGGG ANON TYSM AND YES OF COURSE! whipped is so like UGH i would die if someone was whipped for me

warnings- none :3

MASTERLIST

jungwon-

in the next few minutes jungwon was at your door, you laughed when you saw his hair all disheveled due to rushing. it was so cute. you both sat down by the coffee table and you opened up your laptop to show him the subject. while explaining you couldn't help but start gigging. jungwon turned his head in confusion. "what?" he asked, a small smile now gracing his features. "i just think it's cute how you rushed over to help me." the second you said this you saw jungwon mumble something and his ears flushed red. which made you giggle more. "okay so molecular biology-"

heeseung-

heeseung had your location and saw you were at the library, he rushed over and saw you struggling to carry all your books and bags. "what's all this baby?" he asked as he started grabbing a few things for you. your eyes lit up when you looked up at him, "the library needed money and so they did a sale of books! i think i bought too many though!" you pouted slightly. heeseung smiled and pulled down his mask to peck you on the lips real quick. "i don't think you bought too much, i think its cute."

jay-

about 45 minutes later, there was a knock on your appartement door and you rushed over. your socks pattering against the wood as you swung open the door you saw your boyfriend with groceries. you smiled at him and let him in. "thank you baby!" you giggled and closed the door behind him. "i picked up some fresh ingredients for your favorite." jay set the bags on the counter and turned around to talk more to you but you just tackled him in a hug. "i love you." jay smiled down at you and kissed your head, "i love you more."

jake-

when jake got to your home you rushed him upstairs. he saw the lights you wanted to hang up in the loft for christmas. he put his hands on his hips and pouts his lip out. "baby i dont know if i can like..." you grinned at him, "oh dont worry!" you dug under your desk and pulled out a pair of heels. jake immediately grinned back. "oh my god okay! make sure to take photos too!"

sunghoon-

sunghoon showed up to your hotel room as you came with them on a trip to film an en-oclock. you let him in your hotel room and he was really giddy to pick out your outfit. "is this for our dinner tomorrow?" sunghoon asked as he sat down. you nodded and rushed into the bathroom to change into your dress and jacket. "okay ignore that i don't have any makeup on! which shoes are better for this outfit? and should i wear a hat?" "you look beautiful!" sunghoon grinned, you whined and told him to pay attention. "okay okay! no hat and the black shoes!"

sunoo-

you met sunoo at this cafe and sat down at a table. "okay my love! what do you need help with?" he asked and sipped his coffee. "i wanted to talk to you and ask you this in person..." you bit your lip, "my parents want you to come home with me for the holiday and it's really important to me..." sunoo's eyes lit up, "OF COURSE!" he spoke really loudly which gained attention from people. you smiled at him. "thank you, i'm sorry i got nervous and wanted to ask you in person!" sunoo grabbed your hand, "it's okay! i needed a break anyways!"

riki-

you sat down with your coffee at the kitchen island, you decided to work on homework since your nails were not going to be painted today. or so you thought. a ring at your doorbell startled you, both your parents were at work, so it was a little scary getting a ring. you walked to the door and peeked your head, "hello....?" "y/n let me in im freezing!" riki mumbled behind his mask. you grinned and let him in. "soooo why are you here?" you asked as you followed behind him after he took off his beanie and scarf. "to paint your nails obviously, i even picked up a few colors..." he mumbled.

[allidoistrytrytryy]

a moment's silence when my baby puts her mouth on me (cove holden x reader)

ao3 version here

summary: Cove Holden and the black underwear (from Patreon moment 2, if you know you know), except it's his own surprise on a random Friday (smut with feelings)

word count: 3,116 words

tags: smut, porn with feelings, porn without plot, light dom/sub, switching, sexual intimacy, they're in love your honour, author has been feeling insane about cove for years and lately about the black underwear so here we are (female reader implied but i tried to be as non-descriptive as possible, can be a male trans reader too)

You were exhausted, your fingers rubbed at your eyelids and at your forehead, trying to take the headache away.

You had had a large project at your job, long hours, and planning that took too much of your time. You came home late, too late, so late sometimes Cove would already be in bed or asleep on the couch, always waiting for you (even though you had told him to sleep, not to wait up for you if you were too late, but he insisted every time).

You sighed at the thought of your fiancee. You missed him too much, missed being able to have time with him, going out on weekends or lazing around after work to watch a show you would fall asleep through anyway, snuggled in his warmth.

You hadn’t been able to do that in more than two weeks, always working, always in contact with your coworkers to continue the project even deep into the night. You were glad today was the presentation, and then you were taking a few days off, away from everything.

You felt the fear in your gut at the presentation. You were nerves on legs, as you always were when you had to talk in front of an audience. You knew that would never change, the way you spaced out, waiting and waiting, at your desk.

Your phone buzzed on your desk, which took you out of your thoughts and the ball in your stomach. A smile crept up on your face before you even had the time to read what the text said, at the name appearing on your screen.

Cove.

Romeo: You have this, show them what you’re made of. Love you. <3

You smiled hard, your finger rubbing at the heart emoji with the text, at the picture you had set as his picture on your phone. A picture of him asleep on your couch, snuggled under a blanket, his long hair freed from its usual low bun.

You hadn’t been able to resist the urge to take a picture, and your fingers had gone through his hair.

You sent him a heart back, now fired back up. You could do this, go home and kiss your fiancee senselessly until you fell asleep snuggled into his warmth.

And the presentation happened. It went well, and you shared smiles and compliments with your colleagues. Sighs of relief. You could all go home peacefully tonight.

Which you did. You sprinted to your car when the hour came, your colleagues’ laughter following you down the elevator. They all knew you were eager to be home again, to be with the fiancee you talked about too much. (You couldn’t help it. You loved Cove Holden too much, loved him since you were eight. What could you do?)

The drive went quickly and you arrived at your little place a bit further from the city in record time. When you parked in your spot, next to Cove’s car who was already there and home, you realized you had forgotten to send him a text. You bit your lip, hoping he hadn’t waited for it.

Five unread texts with Cove inquiring about the presentation, worried. Shit.

You climbed the stairs of the apartment complex quickly, your keys already in hand. You entered.

”I’m home! Sorry, I completely forgot to answer your texts, I’m so so...” You interrupted yourself by the sight of your living room, your coffee table with a range of plates and food, and even a cake.

Hands sneaked around your waist, a kiss on your hair, a chest against your back. Your fiancee enveloped you, mint, citrus and this particular ocean smell in your nose and you finally relaxed. “Hi sweetheart, how was it?” he asked gently.

You turned around in his arms and, as always, you had to crane your neck to look up into his eyes. You hadn't been fortunate with height while Cove had had too much of it over the years. His arms circled your waist. “Went smoothly, we can finally breathe now,” you answered and got on your tiptoes to kiss him quickly, which he answered with that giddy smile he never lost around you. “Now, what’s all of this, Covie?”

”Well, I knew it would go perfectly since it’s you,” you rolled your eyes at the remark but the smile betrayed you, the blush even more. “and wanted to celebrate it. I got your favorite things from your favorite places and got a cake.”

Cove looked like it wasn’t even an effort, and it wasn’t in your relationship. You both made so much effort, so much again and again for each other that it was just normal. But, it didn't change the fact that you were always touched by every gesture.

You still couldn’t phantom how dear you were to this man sometimes. You still couldn’t understand how your heart never seemed to stop expanding for him, taking in every piece, every detail, every word and action from him.

Your hands dragged his face to you, to kiss him deeply, like you had wanted to since you had finished the project. He sighed against your lips, that content sigh, his lips and tongue entangled with yours. An intimacy you could never get enough of.

”I love you so much,” you whispered against his lips and his eyes misted over, your crybaby, always yours.

”I love you too,” he whispered as if he didn’t want to break the calm of the moment, wanted to stay in this moment suspended in time.

Until you dragged him to the couch to drape yourself over him, eating and barely paying attention to whatever was on the TV as background noise. You talked about the project. He talked about his day and his own job.

When you finished, he pushed you to the bathroom. “Go take a bath, relax, I got the dishes,” Cove reassured and you pouted.

”But, I can help, I didn’t get dinner so it should be me,” you whined in his shoulder and he laughed while pushing in the bathroom while you couldn’t do anything.

”No way. Go, now,” he kissed your cheek and you still pouted as you got into the bathroom.

You did well on what he had told you to do, spending too much time in a hot bath until it got cold, your body wrapped in your comfortable fuzzy robe. You finally stepped out to get to the bedroom, itching to put your pajamas on, and fall asleep next to Cove.

The too-large shirt was in your hands, actually just one of Cove’s shirts you had stolen and never returned, as you did since you were teenagers, even before you were officially truly together. You hadn’t realized why the light was so dim, hadn't realized Cove was on the bed.

You turned your head slowly and you felt your knees wobble, felt your eyes widen until they almost popped out of your skull.

You had seen Cove in all types of clothes and nakedness over the years. You knew him and his body by heart, the moles, the sleeve on his right arm that you loved to kiss all over, the dips, and where the redness would creep. But right now? You were speechless.

Cove fucking Holden was sat against the headboard, half-lidded eyes on you, but you could see the blush high on his face and ears and down his neck. He was naked, well, except for the underwear but it was the underwear that made you want to scream.

It was black but it barely hid anything, the green happy trail visible from that delicious V-shape you liked to bite, down a dangerous low dip. Straps followed his hips and they showed his hipbones. You almost wanted to ask him to get up and show the back, to see how it looked over that ass you loved too much.

”Surprise,” he simply said, wanting to sound sultry but ending up at excited, embarrassed, waiting.

The shirt slipped through your fingers, forgotten on the floor, and you were still speechless. “What...are you...” you swallowed hard, heat at the back of your neck, on your ears.

Large shoulders were shrugged and he tilted his head, “I… we talked about how I wanted to try some...lingerie out and I thought it would be a good idea for a celebration.”

He was still waiting and you could see how waiting affected him, the redness ever more present on his face and down his neck, the quick jostle of his knee. You approached the bed slowly, eyes laser-focused on him.

You could feel a restraint slowly unfurling in your gut, a wait. You had missed Cove and his hands on you, you had missed the everyday intimacy but you had also missed the sexual intimacy you shared. You both couldn’t have enough of each other sometimes, a pull between your hearts and your bodies.

Your hands settled on the edge of the bed, and you crawled slowly to him, putting up a show for his eyes and his eyes only. The robe dipped down and he gulped, his eyes on your cleavage, on your bare chest visible underneath. You smirked, finding a place between his legs, hands on his thighs, so so close to the dangerous piece of underwear that threatened your composure.

”So, you decided to gift my eyes with this, baby?” you whispered, a finger playing with a strap at his hip. “You’re way too good for me.”

Cove gulped again and you wanted to bite at his Adam’s apple, leaving marks on his pale skin until everybody would know. He shook his head.

”What? You don't agree that you’re too good for me?” you asked, a little pout at the words, your eyes on his face. You were playing the game of how sultry you could be, how much you could push it until his own restraints broke. “Maybe I should show you.”

Your hands traced the straps and the edges of the underwear. Your mouth found a nipple as your hands traced but never touched where you could feel a hardness growing and growing. His moans hit your ears and you smiled, your tongue playing from one nipple to another.

”You don't have to...” he tried to say, his moans high, and god, did you love how vocal he could be. He was always so vocal, so good.

”I want to, so be a good boy, baby,” you whispered, bit at the side of his chest, so muscular, so pretty. He moaned higher, hips bucking against your chest. Your mouth traveled down and down, following the green trail of hair. “Driving me crazy with this, Covie.”

Your hands caressed the hardness over the fabric, but your mouth found the tip already out with how hard he was. The dip was so low that the tip was the only thing visible, so your tongue swirled around it, the saltiness hitting your tastebuds. You moaned, fingers at the straps.

”Oh my god," Cove whined loudly, hips bucking again, the tip making its way deeper into your mouth. “Shit, sorry sweetheart, I didn't mean to...”

You shook your head and pulled at the straps downward, until the underwear sat underneath his cock and you pushed more and more into your mouth, desperate for more, to make him feel even better.

”Fuck, fuck, fuck," you heard him repeat and you wanted to smile, to tease him like you always did because he only ever cursed in those moments, so gone, so desperate.

More and more, until you felt tears in your eyes, until you breathed through your nose, hands at what you couldn’t fit down your throat because of how big he was. But you loved it, thighs clenching to relieve the ache that formed in between.

It wasn’t about you, even though you could spend hours between his legs, to look at his head thrown back, his eyes closed and face scrunched up, like now. He looked out of this world, long hair around his head, down his shoulders, redness still at his face, sweat down his neck and on his chest. You couldn’t believe he was yours still.

”Shit, sweetheart, I’m gonna… I’m...” Cove’s voice rang out and you felt how tight his balls were getting, see how his abs tightened. He was close, and a part of you wanted him to cum in your mouth, but you had another plan.

You popped off his hardness with a loud pop, saliva around your mouth, and his head rose up, his eyes opened in question. You crawled back up his body, your hands opening your robe, until you could throw it on the floor beside the large bed. You settled on his lap, hands on his shoulders.

You swatted his hands away before they could fall on your hips, and you saw the small pout on his face that you kissed away with a laugh. “Sorry, no touching baby, be good a bit longer for me,” you kissed along his face, nibbled at his neck, leaving a few hickeys as your hips moved, your wetness rubbing on his cock.

Cove whined still against your shoulder, “But you look so good… And you’re so wet,” he moaned, groaned. “Let me touch you, please,” he begged but you shook your head, your hips rising up to catch the tip at the edge of your wetness, of your warmth.

You slowly sunk down, your own moan unable to stay in your throat at the delicious burn his cock always gave you, that fullness that always took your breath away. You hummed as you sank lower and lower.

His eyes were closed tightly, his body trembled when you finished back on his lap, the length fully inside you. You stayed still, enjoying the moment, and his hands stayed beside his hips, beside the underwear that was still underneath his cock, trapping his legs in place. He was taut, all muscles tight and restrained.

”Please, please, move," Cove begged and you could only answer with your hips moving up and slamming back down.

Your moans intertwined with Cove’s, as you rode him, slowly, building a faster rhythm with every breath, every moan. You rode him, a deep pleasure building in your stomach, pleasure built with his moans in your ear, your teeth at his shoulder.

You rode him until your thighs trembled and his hips, so restrained until now, slammed up in response. You almost screamed his name. It had hit that one spot deep inside and your body had fallen down onto his chest.

All restraint broke in his body, his hands at your hips, so tight you knew you would feel them still tomorrow, “Sorry, I can’t...” he breathed out, before his hips slammed up again and again, his hands guiding your hips down every time.

“Fuck, Cove, Cove,” you repeated his name, your forehead on his shoulder, your eyes on the spot that joined your two bodies together, his cock sliding in and out.

His name on your lips broke him again and you lost all control you had on the situation. His hands manhandled you on your back, almost ripped the underwear that had started it all off his legs, and he had your legs folded against his chest before he slid back in.

The breath was knocked out of your chest, your hands tugged at his hair, and your eyes were on him always. The muscles bulging with every movement, the sweat trickling down, the pure ferocity and desperation on his face.

Cove wasn't always pushed to this side of dominance, if not ever. Not to this degree. You both liked to switch, to play with what were the limits and new things, but falling back into lovemaking most of the time. Here, your gentle sweet Cove was gone, to leave a rougher Cove you loved too, your moans encouraging him.

”Don’t stop, Cove, don’t stop," you begged, hands desperate in his hair, hips moving to answer every thrust deep inside, against the spot. You could barely talk and he could only groan and moan, his own mouth busy on your nipples, back arched.

You were getting closer and closer, and he could feel it, the way you arched more and more, the way you were tighter and tighter around him, the way your moans only got louder. His eyes were on your face, a hand moving down from your hip to the nub of nerves, so wet from everything.

Your head tilted back into the pillow, “Cove, I’m… I’m gonna cum,” you moaned, warned and he hummed in response, his thumb insistent on your clit, in time with every thrust. Your back arched even more, the pleasure exploding in your stomach, behind your eyes, and in your whole body until you were left a trembling thing underneath Cove.

His thrusts slowed down, but your hips moved and you shook your head. “No, don't stop, need you to cum,” you croaked out, voice spent, hands still tugging at his hair.

”I don’t want to hurt you,” Cove moaned over you, eyes half-lidded on your face, but you shook your head again. You tugged him closer, forehead against his.

”You can’t hurt me. Please Cove, I love you, please,” you begged, his thrusts were erratic and you could tell he was close.

”I love you, fuck, I love you so much, I love you," he repeated against your cheek, and you hummed, answered back, until he moaned louder.

Until the final thrust, until he came deep inside you with your name on his lips and you kissed his face.

Cove detangled himself from you only to bring back a wet washcloth, to wipe you and himself. You only got up to go the toilets, fast and impatient, to find him back in bed, under the covers.

You cuddled in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder, legs entangled to look at him. Content, beautiful. It was magical, as always, to go to sleep with him every night, to have him be the last thing you always saw at night.

”Well, that was a nice surprise," you giggled and he smiled lazily. “I’ll be the one to surprise you next time.”

He groaned lightly but laughed, forehead hitting yours gently. “If you want me to really die, sure,” and you could only laugh, his lips on your eyelids, yours reaching up to kiss his eyebrows. “Go to sleep, sweetheart.”

You hummed, “I love you, Covie.”

His smile grew larger, and his cheeks turned red as always, “I love you too.”

And you fell asleep, safe, happy, home, where you belonged.

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The only complaint you have right now is not charging your phone enough.

You frowned at the low battery icon, shoving your phone in your pocket and resorting to looking out the window, instead. After walking through the door post talking to Ego, you were given a letter of consent to sign, the only other information given was that the group will be moved to a lodging, before being instructed to get into a bus.

Luckily, you managed to score a decent seat, beside a window, and your seatmate was quiet. You sought entertainment in the view of mountains outside, the vehicle breezing by leafless trees. You couldn’t find it in yourself to sleep, so you chose to indulge in mostly pointless sightseeing, instead.

The moment you stepped out of the bus, the next instructions were to line up, and hand over all belongings brought over. Including your phones. Though you were very reluctant, you chose not to make a fuss about it. You had to keep up the nonchalant image, after all. The woman— who introduced herself as Anri— distributed assigned pieces of clothing. From the clear plastic, you could see the number 241 inside a pentagon, with the letter ‘V’ under it. You suspected those might be variables for some sort of ranking.

…Was that your evaluation?

You covered up the offense you felt with a polite smile, muttering a thanks to Anri before going inside.

You refuse to believe you were placed so low.

The interior was concreted and bland, but you really didn't expect anything too fancy, considering they most likely used the budget for this project for more important things— like equipment and facilities. The building was vast, and you searched for the room with the letter assigned to you, since that was what the red-haired woman directed. Finding it, you went up to the door, which opened up automatically once you were close enough to it.

In the room, there were 11 other people— 12, including you— scattered around. A good handful was changing into the provided uniforms. You took that as a sign to change to the outfit, as well, making quick work in order to not be exposed for long, ensuring that no one was looking while you were.

Then came the waiting game. You kept to yourself, for now. There was nothing interesting enough at the moment, anyway. You observed, watching with keen eyes, trying to get information that may help you in the near future. All these guys looked a bit average. Not like you should judge a book by its cover, but you did so, anyway. They looked like Npcs. Maybe with the exception of that one guy with spiked up blond and pink hair. He looked the complete opposite of a background character.

“Are you done changing, you unpolished gems?”

A booming voice pulled you out of your little train of thought. You looked up, towards the source of the sound— a TV that hung on the gray walls, showing a live feed of none other than Ego Jinpachi, himself. He gestured a half-wave, leaning back once he got everyone's attention. “The people in your room will be both your roommates… and your rivals,” he informed, before bringing a palm out, a projection of a player model flashing onto it.

“We have estimated your potential based on my judgement and my peers’ calculations… represented by your ranking,” he remarked, following up. “It is the number attached to your uniforms. With it, you can gauge your position among the 300 players in this facility.”

So you were right about it being a ranking. It made you even more offended that he stationed you this low. Is he provoking you? You knew that he knew you were one of the best. How dare he?

You didn't show it on your face, reminding yourself to not let it get to your psyche that much. There should be something more than meets the eye— it's Ego who's taking charge of the project, after all. The rankings must hold a bigger picture than just this.

He's back to talking, again. The man explained about how the rankings change daily based on performance, and how the top five players will get to play in the upcoming U20 world cup. You were beginning to zone out, once again, though you attempted to register the important details he said. Like how those defeated in Blue Lock will be permanently banned from playing for Japan's national team.

“We are looking for one crucial component here: ego,” Ego states, staring everyone down. “That is what we will measure as you live here in this facility,” he closes his hand, stopping the projection. “Well now…” the noiret leaned closer to the camera.

“It's time to play ‘tag’.”

Suddenly, a ball dropped from an opening in the ceiling, landing in front of some random guy. “The time limit is 136 seconds. The player with possession is ‘it’.” The ball bounced, rolling to a halt. “Whoever is ‘it’ when the time runs out can get the fuck out of here,” he bluntly remarked. “And, of course, no using your hands,” was his last instruction before another screen flickered open.

“Tag is one of the many exercises pro players use to warm up,” Ego prompted. “This ‘egoism’ test I have devised will provide great insight on the selfishness behind these strikers. Prepare and attack. This isn't your average game of tag.”

On the monitor, a simplified icon of the player holding the ball showed on the screen, beside it was their name and ranking. You could sense his worry, seconds ticking down on the timer below their profile. If you were him, you would've moved to get the ball off of you by now.

It took him a few moments, before he resorted to licking the ball towards a crowded group of people. To his luck, it hit no one. You could feel the second-hand embarrassment. He needed a better tactic than shooting it around aimlessly. At this rate, you could just run around without a plan, and your chances of being hit would still be low. You almost felt bad. Almost.

Roughly thirty seconds have passed, and he finally hit someone. Well, more like the ball rebounded from the wall, and someone willingly trapped it. The icon on the panel switched, showing pinky-blond— who you recognized because you deemed him the least forgettable person in the room. Other than you, of course. The name ‘Shidou Ryusei’ was displayed, followed by the number 242. The second highest rank, huh? You took note of it.

After the lowest ranked had the ball off of him, he ran away, passing by you. There were 100 seconds left on the clock. Shidou glanced at the guy as he fled, eyes catching your frame, locking onto the digits on your shoulder. You were the highest ranker in the room— and the top player within the building.

He wanted to see if your explosion lived up to your level.

Shidou let the ball roll forward beside him, halting it with his heel. You eyed him as he pinned the ball down between the floor and his foot. He stared you down, grinning. “Yo, player 241,” Shidou called, holding eye contact, pink eyes looking straight at your own. “Ya like explosions?”

80 seconds.

You raise a brown, dumbfounded by his question. What an interesting individual. “Sure,” you answered, straightforward. He smiled wider at that. He sure was weird, but you didn't not fuck with that. This Shidou guy made this game a little more entertaining, you'd say. He better not disappoint you now, as so he's the only player you're interested in seeing play right now. All the others seem boring.

“Let me see you explode then, mx. highest ranker, ♡”

Was he challenging you?

You mirrored his smirk, tilting your head. “You sure you're a worthy fuse to light me up?” you taunted, eyes flickering between him and the ball, prepared to sprint out the way once he comes after you.

Shidou leaned over, rolling the ball, reeling his leg in before kicking it at you at full force. The sphere rushed to you, which you managed to avoid by rushing to the side. It ricocheted, and the blond wasted no time to collect it, aiming it at your abdomen. This time, you settled to trap the ball with your leg, jumping to control it.

The screen switched once again, showing your icon, this time— followed by your name and rank: [Last Name] [Name], 241.

60 seconds.

You lifted the ball to the air, performing a volley. It flew back to him, and Shidou raised an eyebrow, amused. It hit him with speed and precision, impacting his thigh. He quickly recovered, kicking it right back at you.

At this point, the two of you have resorted to just kicking it back and forth, running down the time to the point that some of the others have let down their guards. It was almost like a game of hot potato. You have your careers on the line, yet both of you seemed unserious about this. The other people in the room thought you two were insane. Who would be this relaxed when this single game determines their future?

The answer is you and Shidou.

20 seconds.

You had the ball on you once again. It stood still, and you scanned around, registering the little time left on the clock. You flicked the ball up, before shooting it harshly, noticeably higher than where Shidou stood, which he tilted his head at. Then, he felt it. A shiver running down his spine that got him acting to do something

Damn, you got him excited.

He whipped around, the sphere bouncing off the concrete walls. Shidou got into action, jumping into the air and bicycle kicking it in your direction, using his arm to balance his weight to get on his feet faster. In reply, you swing it right back at him. The ball went to and fro between the two of you like ping pong, each return seemingly getting more impressive to pull off than the last

10 seconds.

Shidou grinned widely, the ball hitting his shoulder and dropping to his foot. He kicked it with as much power as he could muster, the sphere zooming towards you.

9.

Your eyes widened for a split-second. What a diabolical shot.

8.

You resorted to dodging it, the ball hitting the wall and rebounding to your back, with a much softer impact than what it would've had if you decided to face it head on.

7.

You dragged the ball back to right in front of you, sending it hurling, returning to the blond. Shidou reacted quickly, trapping and kicking it to you in one fluid move

6.

Side-stepping, you dodged it. Damn, this was exhilarating. You can't leave him with that. He's too entertaining to be locked off. You stepped on the ball, the icon switching to you once again, steadying it on the floor.

5.

You stepped back, making enough space between you and the object to kick it properly.

4.

Reeling your leg, you kicked it with style. The ball flew way past him, seemingly towards the side, and everyone stared at you and your ‘mistake.’

3.

My, their eyes were on you.

The ball suddenly curved. A beautiful arch targeting the crowd, and they grew panicked.

2.

In a last second attempt, they ran. But a racing ball was way faster than their stunned legs.

1.

The thud could be heard as the ball hit an unfortunate player, the screen switching from your icon to theirs as the game came to an end.

0.

The person fell to their knees, a short whistle ringing through the room. A huge test that said ‘lose’ overlayed over their profile on the display monitor, indicating that they're off.

How fun. Your little gamble worked.

And everyone looked at you like you were some sort of football deity. Seriously. A curved shot like that? Barefooted, at that.

The tv opened, showing Ego, who congratulated the survivors, and discarded the one who lost. You straighten your posture, content with being able to gather fear and attention. Now, being able to receive passes from these guys should be easy, right? You've shown your talent, and now, their job is to not fuck up and trust your abilities to help them win.

Suddenly, someone approached you. Clearly, he didn't give a fuck about personal space, if the way he slung an arm around your shoulder said anything. It was Shidou— who looked down at you with a lazy smirk spread across his face. “You're hella interesting,” he pointed at you. Seems like you left a great impression on him, huh? “I like the way ya explode.”

You mirrored his expression, letting yourself get a little more cocky. “Yeah? Big enough to have everyone stop and look?” you ask, watching as he leaned back and laughed.

“Damn, you're really egoistic, huh?” He raised a brow, pink eyes locking into your own. “We'll get along real well.”

A guy who has a thing for explosions. Good for him, you're bright and loud enough to make sure all eyes are on you. You stare at him, grinning.

“Something tells me we will.”

(a/n) lowk don't like this one jsanhakaj anwwww ts a lil zesty but it's aight cs it's bllk

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Dofus: The Production - what is left of the old movie

Originally, the movie was supposed to tie in with the game and the Welsh & Shedar series, and be a trilogy.

As we had already explored on this blog, this did not happen for a variety of reasons.

Welsh and Shedar got cannibalized by other projects due to its cancellation, and the script of the movie "Dofus Book 1: Joris Jurgen" had to be completely rewritten from its old plot;

In that movie, Joris was likely supposed to be a street urchin, who survived together with Lilotte, who was a rogue, and the trailer we have for the older version of the movie reflects that:

As we can also see from the trailer, and the poster featured earlier, proto-Kerubim is also a part of the movie, and Khan was not yet meant to be a boufbowler.

(And considering the posters, the cat that inspired Kerubim's design was also a part of the movie. I wonder if it's related to Welsh's cat from Welsh and Shedar? But maybe I'm just crazy.)

Subsequently, the movie came out at a much later date than planned originally.

(two images included because, bizarrely, there are two versions - one with Joris's tail censored, and the other with his tail uncensored. This proves that already at this point they had a draconic backstory in mind for him, though we do know that at the time of Wakfu season 1 (and, likely, the cancelled DS game, as was noted in my post about it) it was not the case.)

Also, interestingly, it is the only art of this time to include the tail. A possible error on Xa's part, or something that was considered very briefly?

In the end, Kerubim (as well as Simone) swallowed up not just the design of Welsh's cat, clothes, and Ecaflip friend;

He also got the role Julith was supposed to have, both metaphorically, and also literally.

Or not entirely — considering the fact that Joris was supposed to spend time with him anyway, since we have art of Joris on his mount from that old draft.

It's quite interesting, to think of all that could have been different in the 2009-2012 version of the movie!

But even during the making of the second draft of the movie, a lot of things have changed. From the first idea of Joris winning Kerubim back at a pachinko machine, to the concept art of Joris's non-possessed appearance.

The movie was being actively rewritten at the time of the making of Aux Tresors, so some of the early drafts were already tied in with its canon — taking place in Astrub, to be specific — but not with its ending, because the show was still ongoing.

At one point there was supposed to be a whole cast of Huppermage characters, and judging from the fact one of them is mentioned in the following text, they did play some sort of role in the plot:

It is likely that from this early draft it was decided that Joris would be a boufbowl fan, which was then worked in as a plot point in Aux Tresors.

(Stélina may be a proto-version of Bakara.)

It also seems that at this stage, it would be likely that Lilotte was reworked to be the Princess of Bonta, before eventually becoming the Ouginak we know and love.

After this Ankama once again returned to the concept of Lilotte as an orphan, though — even when the movie was still set in Astrub!

And it seems that the draft involved travel between Astrub and Bonta, judging from the usage of a Zaap to attack Luis.

And even at this point they have come up with the tragically cut "Joris and Khan go to adult industry workers and Joris (10yo boy) engages in depressed underaged drinking" scene.

(I'll never forgive Ankama for cutting this. I still argue that it's in character for Khan, our detested/beloved turbovirgin, to do this — as long as he doesn't get together with any of the women due to thinking himself "too good" for them.)

Also, at some point the gods were supposed to play a role. And personally, I am glad it was cut — it feels a bit too grand for the first movie in what was supposed to be a series.

I don't have any grand statement, or conclusion, but it is interesting to see all the ways the movie has changed.

[megs-1800]

Come Back to Me

Notes: I really enjoyed writing this one. 2 in one day aren't you guys lucky! Thank you for your support and please as usual please leave feedback and any further requests as it will help with ideas.

This is Part 3 to my previous fics, You can read part 1 (One hell of a hangover here and Part 2 (Then there is hope) here. This is again written from Mason's POV.

Summary: You and Mason finally get the chance to speak about all that happened. Will you be able to forgive him, will you go back to him?

Pairings: Mason Mount x Reader

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: Angst, Fluff and Heated make out session.

Mason is stood in the tunnel in old Trafford. His hands are shaking he is so nervous, its such a big game against Man City and United have to win. His brother is here as well as his sister with the girls and obviously his parents but he wished you were here, you were always his lucky charm and he always seems to play better when you were here.

The first half whistle blew and United were loosing 2-0 to City. Mason hadn’t had the best first half hardly touching the ball and when he did he lost the ball causing the first goal which the press were definitely going to mention. Great that’s all he needs right now. The gaffer was doing his half time talk, once he leaves Mason looks down at his phone and saw that there is a notification from you saying you have recently added to your story. Mason set notifications on your socials so every time you posted he was aware, since the break up he had to make sure you were okay. When he opened your Instagram story it showed a picture of you, you were in one of the stands in old Trafford behind the goal, you were stood on the steps looking at the pitch with your back to the camera and you had your Manchester United shirt on with Mount 7 on the back with the caption “Routing on United”. She is here I thought. I cannot believe it she is here. By the picture she is obviously sitting in one of the main stands and not sitting in the area where all the family and WAGs sit, I get that she probably knows my family will be here and doesn’t want to face them just yet.

My mind drifts off to a week ago when I attend your charity event, I asked you to come to this game which you said you would think about. I know the breakup was hard on both of us and I needed you here today, I thought if you came it might mean we have a chance. I messaged you that night after the charity event once I got back to the hotel, after seeing you “It was amazing seeing you tonight, well done again on winning the award and you looked absolutely incredible. Thank you for thinking about coming to the game this weekend it would be great to see you again x”. I got no reply until the following morning which you wrote “Hey Mase, yeah it was great seeing you too. Sorry for the late reply I crashed last night I had too much to drink. But how you doing anyway? x”. We continued talking all day, I got one of the boys to drive home instead so I could spend the whole drive speaking to you. It was so good, I thought maybe seeing eachother last night changed things for you but your non replies the next couple of days obviously proved me wrong. I got fed up of you not replying so I sent “So you just not replying to me now? I cannot believe you are ignoring me”. You gave me a quick response to that “What do you want me to say Mase, we cannot just pretend you didn’t cheat on me and broke my heart I just need you to leave me alone Mase I cannot do this”. I was angry at that reply I know I should of calmed down before I replied but I was just so angry that you gave me hope a couple of days ago when we were talking all day then you took it all away again, “You know what fuck off y/n.” You quickly went to delete the message but you read it before I could, I know I shouldn’t of said that I just let my anger overall me. Great I just blew my chance of getting you back. Rashford pulled me out of my trance “Come on bro, lets go give the fans a show”. I definitely will now knowing she is watching.

What a 2nd half we were all over City, we scored earlier on in the second half which I had an assist and I got the second goal, when I scored I ran over to the net you were standing behind and pointed to the stands That goal was for you baby girl. It was the 95th minute of 5 minutes of added time, City get a corner we just need to defend, it gets headed straight out and I bring it down. I look up the pitch and just start running before I knew it I am in the six yard box as I go to shoot suddenly I am taken out. The ref blows that’s a penalty. Bruno steps up to take it and shoots it straight in the top right corner. Ref blows the whistle for full time. I knew I needed my lucky charm.

I never got ready so quickly to leave, the boys were all celebrating the win, I didn’t care I just wanted to leave so I can see you. I was just hoping that you were still waiting around for me. When I left I was greeted by my family, they congratulated me on the win and my performance. My mum could tell I looked disappointment, I love seeing them but I needed to see you I had to sort things out. Mum looked at me “She didn’t want to hang around, she said this wasn’t the right environment to see eachother again” My heart broke I cannot believe how close I was to seeing you again and that’s it my dreams were shattered again, even my family got to see you and I didn’t. “So I gave her the key to your place I hope that’s okay, she said she will meet you there. At least you two can speak properly that way”. Damn I love my mum she always has my back, I know she is routing for me and y/n she wants us back together as well. I smiled and said goodbye to them all, we are having a roast at theirs tomorrow anyway and I rush home I need to see her.  

As I pull into the drive way I feel that rush of anxiety, I don’t even know what to say. How am I going to make this okay? As I walk through the door I can see you are sat there all curled up on the sofa on your phone. You stand up to come and greet me. “Hey mase.. your mum gave me your key I promise I didn’t break in” We both laugh at that comment “you played amazing today well done, make me so proud to wear your shirt”. I smile I look her up and down, she is  so beautiful. “You look so beautiful wearing my shirt” She gives me a small smile “Just don’t tell my dad that I wore a united shirt he would go mad that I have betrayed (your teams name).” I giggle at that comment we know how much you love your team it took me years for you to wear one of my shirts in public. “Of course not it will be our little secret. United are better then (your teams name) anyway”. I say smiling away, I think I am flirting a little. I don’t know what to say, we used to talk all day everyday and now I don’t know what to say, its like we are strangers.

“Are you ready to hear me out?” I said hopefully. You nodded and allow me to continue, I can see your hands shaking you are nervous all I want to do is hug you. “I am sorry for everything, I should of never allowed us to argue that night, I never should of got that drunk, I never should of slept with that girl and I never should of kept it from you. I should of told you and been a man about it. Its just that you are the best thing that ever happened to me y/n and I was scared of loosing you. I promise if you give me a chance I will do better”.  I looked into your eyes, I am trying to read your reactions so I know what you are going to say next but its all blank all I can see is the emotion in your eyes.

“Do better?!?! Are you fucking serious Mason. Do better! What do better not to sleep with another women or do better at keeping it from me?!” You are starting to raise your voice, this conversation is going to get heated. Your arguments always go one way or the other, it either ends in crying or shouting and today I was hoping for the crying as I do not have the energy. “I mean do better with us y/n, I will be a better boyfriend, I will be around more, show you how much you mean to me that’s what I mean”.

I can tell that sentence helped defuse the situation as I can see your rage starting to calm down and sadness has started to surface. “The thing is Mason you were the best thing to ever happen to me.. I loved you more then anything else in this world, I live and breathed for you and I saw you as someone who would never hurt me and now after everything you have put me through how can we go back to how we were? All day everyday all I think about is you Mason, you continue to ruin my life and its not fair!” You are now starting to heated again “I went on a date the other day Mason and all I could think about was you. Its not fair you keep messing with my head and my emotions and I came here to tell you to just leave me alone and let me get on with my life!” You screamed the last part.

“You went on a date?”  I questioned hurting. “Are you serious Mason?! That’s all you heard from that sentence is that I went on a date are you freaking kidding me right now Mount?!”. This time you are screaming and using your hands to talk so I know you are pissed. You continued “But to answer your question yes Mason I did go on a date, and I am allowed I have been single for nearly 8 months.” I looked down at the ground, I was so broken after the break up I couldn’t even think about any other girl let alone going on a date with one, I cannot believe you went on one, however at the same time I cannot blame you. You are an amazing girl you cannot be single forever. “What was it like?” I asked sheepishly don’t know if I wanted the answer if I am being honest. “It was good!” You basically spit at me, you then look down and shake your head “It was shit Mase, the whole date I was comparing him to you, I was sitting there thinking Mason wouldn’t do that, or Mason would do this! It was awful Mason because he was a nice guy but nope you gotta fucking ruin it”. You just kept screaming at me you wouldn’t stop, I didn’t know what else to do that’s when I run across the room and put my lips to yours. It was a passionate kiss, it was the only way I could think of to get you to shut up. I went to pull away that’s when you grabbed my neck and pulled me closer. You deepened the kiss and I can feel your tongue in my mouth. I could feel the neediness in the kiss, the desperation, the anger. Your lips are all over mine and I let you control it. You push me down on the sofa and you straddle my hips and continue the kiss. I can feel you grinding on me, Fuck I forgot what you do to me that’s when you moved your lips to my neck and suddenly starting attacking my neck. I can feel you sucking and kissing away. I know you are leaving me a love bite but I love the feeling of you doing it, I put my head back to enjoy it. Fuck you are so sexy. That’s when the realisation hits me, we cannot do this, not like this. You are doing this because you are angry and upset I don’t want you back this way and if we continue this is going to make the situation a 100 times more complicated. “Baby” You don’t stop it just gives you more fuel to continue “Y/n” I try and again nothing. I then try again “Y/n stop!” This time I said pushing you, I didn’t realise how hard I pushed because suddenly you are on the floor.

You look at me with disappointment in your eyes, I was scared I hurt you so I went to give you a hand up which you just rolled your eyes and stood up yourself. “I don’t get you Mason, you came to my charity event and all those texts and calls begging for me to come back and now I am here giving you exactly what you want and you push me away! What the fuck do you want Mason make up your mind?!” She has tears rolling down her face and the anger is back. “I want you y/n.. not just to sleep with I want all of you I want you back to being mine! When we get to have that closeness again I want to make love y/n not just a little fuck, but I want to make sure that you are mine again before that happens because I defiantly will not be able to cope if we sleep together and then you walk away”. This time I can feel the tears rolling down my eyes.

You look so broken, I can see the tears running down your face and the way you are trying to control your breathing to stop from hyperventilating. You just shake your head and make a walk to the front door. You pick your weekend bag up from the floor and put it over your left shoulder and turn around to face me. This all feels too familiar I am having flashbacks of the night you left. “Please don’t go”, It comes out just has a whisper due to the amount of crying its barely even audible I am not sure if you even heard it. You turn back towards the door and stand there, you stand there for about 30 seconds. I wonder what you are doing. You turn to look at me, your eyes are all red and puffy, I just want to take the pain away.

You go to say something but choke so you cough and try again “We can try again, but we are taking it slow Mase. I am not moving back in and we go back to how we were before because I cannot cope with that, I am not giving my whole life up again for you to ruin it. I am staying in my flat in (Your hometown) and we can do the long distance until I know I can trust you again and I can figure out what I can do about my company”. I look at her in disbelief she agreed we can try again, did I hear her right? I just stand there staring at her, I am in shock I have been dreaming of this since you left but I never thought you would take me back. We continue to stand there until she says “are you go to say anything?” I smile at you and I run across the entrance hall and wrap my arms around you. I give you the biggest hug I think we ever had like I will never let you go. You pull away from the hug “so what do you say Mase?” I smile at her, I am so happy right now I want to stay in this moment forever. “Of course, I will do anything y/n to make you mine again, whatever it is we will make it work. Does this mean I have to wait for 2 months of talking and 3 dates before you put out?” I wink at you and you laugh “well that depends on how amazing the dates are”. You wink at me.

���I am not really sure where I am staying tonight, I didn’t get that far in my plan I just kind of focused on seeing you.. is it okay for me to stay here tonight? Its completely okay if not I will get a hotel”. I bring your chin to look at me as we are still in a full cuddle. “Are you kidding me y/n, you do not need to even ask whenever you want to stay you stay okay, even if I am not here”.  You smiled and pulled away from the hug. “Okay thank you, I am just going to take my bag upstairs then and get changed into something more comfortable. What you cooking me for dinner I am bloody starving?”. I laugh of course always thinking about food, then I remember I really do not have much in at the moment, I haven’t really bothered since you moved out I just got what I wanted on a daily basis never really planned ahead. “You got get changed I will order us something in”. You nod and start walking up the spiral staircase. You stop halfway up “Mase” you caught my attention and I stopped in my tracks “I saw your family today, it was so good to see them! They invited me over for the family roast tomorrow I wanted to make sure if that’s okay? I didn’t want it to be awkward for you” Of course she can come I love how my family have already offered for her to come I love that. “Of course it would be amazing to have you there, they have all missed you especially Summer and Mila they keep asking where auntie y/n/n is”. You giggle at the memories of those girls, you love them like your own nieces. “Great. Your mum said I need to bring the dessert as she wants my baking so I am going to go out tomorrow morning and get the ingredients and make something to go with”. I know how much my family love your baking. At that you run up the rest of the stairs to the landing upstairs.

I go to sit on the sofa in the living room and pull out my phone, I stop at my families group chat. I write “She came back to me guys, she came back. She cannot wait to see you all tomorrow”. I put the phone down and rest my head on the back of the sofa and let the relief overcome me. I cannot believe she has come back to me. My mind wanders to the engagement ring in my bedside table, I brought it a couple of weeks before ‘you know what’ happened, I was going to propose whilst we had our weekend away in Paris but I never got the chance. I never wanted to take it back just in case, it was tailor made to you. I smiled at the thought that I might get to use that again one day. You came back to me.

[hardly-noticeable]

I woke up from a nap with this slightly unhinged idea in my head. I think I've been reading too many possessive!Eddie fics. Anyway, here's another. Enjoy.

Tommy walked through his apartment door one hot summer night in LA, tired and ready for a lukewarm shower after a shift of sweat and stress, and knelt to untie his shoes by the door. As he stood, he felt a buzz in his back pocket. He took his phone out and flicked it open without paying much attention, heading for his fridge for a bottle of water. He paused with the door open, bottle in hand, as he read the sender's name.

He hadn't heard from Diaz in months. Not since he and Buck split. In fact, his last text had gone undelivered. He was fairly sure Eddie blocked him.

Without any text around it for context, after months of no-contact, Eddie had sent him a video. The preview for it was just a black screen.

Tommy tapped the play arrow.

The black appeared to be from the video taper adjusting the phone in their hand. The image shifted quickly, to a sight that stunned him to see.

A zoom in on Buck from the neck up, head thrown back and eyes clenched shut. His pretty amber curls in complete disarray as they stuck to his sweaty forehead, his soft cheeks flushed a deep red, and his pretty mouth parted as he panted and whined. He had been chewing his lips; they were red and marked from it in a way that Tommy was once quite familiar with.

The camera panned down, following the trail of blooming red marks down his neck to his smooth round pecs. He appeared to have his arms splayed out on either side of himself, though the camera didn't move to show their exact position. It followed the marks the filmer had likely made down, down, down to where Buck's wide, weeping cockhead was leaving smears of pre all over his stomach.

It swayed and dragged, leaving glistening moisture in its wake. The camera lingered on it, followed it, as though the filmer was distracted by it for a moment. Or maybe they were just emphasizing how good Buck was feeling? It was certainly emphasized to Tommy; he didn't remember Buck leaking that much when they fucked, though he did get wetter than most men Tommy had been with

The video resumed its downward path, following the length of Buck's flushed shaft to his balls, drawn tight and pushed up by gravity thanks to the way he was positioned. It came to a stop again when it reached his hole.

His wide-stretched, lube drenched hole, and the flushed nearly purple cock thrusting steadily inside him. The raw cock. There wasn't a condom to be seen around that huge fucking thing as it pushed in and out of Buck while Tommy watched.

Then, a brief shot of thumb on the lens, and the zoom of the video changed. When he could see Buck again, he was treated to a wide angle shot of him from the cock-owner's incredible perspective.

He did have his arms spread beside him like Tommy assumed, biceps flexing as he clutched at the bedspread beneath him like it was the only thing keeping him from being swept off the bed. His thighs were as littered with bites and marks as his throat and as tense as his biceps; they were shaking and hard at work keeping him raised slightly off the pillows that had been shoved under him to get the angle the filmer wanted. His pelvis was perfectly tilted, allowing for his hole to be in the light and his cock to drag across his stomach.

Tommy had fucked him, but he had never seen him look so overwhelmed by it. The way his whole body was trembling as the owner of that fat purple cock continued to thrust into him was mesmerizing.

The owner of said cock slammed in hard, pushing upwards as he did, and Buck’s body spasmed as he arched into it. Tommy's volume was low, but he heard him cry, “Eddie!” as his body jerked.

Tommy pressed down on his volume until it was all the way up. The sound of the bed in the video creaking and the filmer's heavy breathing became loud and clear. Above both sounds, he heard Buck whining as he tossed his head side to side.

“Oh!” he gasped. “No, no, I'll come. It's too much!”

The filmer Eddie. It was definitely Eddie, Tommy accepted that as he watched Buck continue to take his cock on his phone screen. Eddie just said, “Go ahead, baby. Come for me,” and began to slam in even harder.

Tommy had never been one for rough sex. He didn't think Buck was either. Apparently, he had been wrong.

Buck responded to the harsher thrusts with a loud cry, before seemingly forcing his eyes open. He paid the camera no mind, possibly didn't even notice it as he locked eyes with Eddie. The camera, however, noticed him, and the glint of the tears that began to stream down his face without his clenched eyelids to hold them back.

“Eddie,” he whined again, then again, until he was all but chanting, “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” with each harsh slam of Eddie's pelvis against his ass.

Tommy could hear the slap of skin on skin.

He watched, unblinking, as Buck's fevered chanting grew in pitch and volume, until a whole body shudder went through him, his hips jerked, and he all but screamed, “EDDIE!” before his pretty, red cock began to shoot all over his stomach.

The video ended as the phone fell with a dull thump onto the bed beside him.

 

Tommy was left standing in his open fridge, holding a water in his free hand, and staring at the black video preview while confusion and arousal were warring inside his brain.

He finally moved to let the fridge fall closed.

Then, as he watched, the video blinked away and was replaced by the words Eddie Diaz unsent a message, leaving him even more completely confused. Did Eddie mean to send that to him? What the hell was happening?

He watched the three little dots bubble up below the unsent message, blinking because it was the only thing he felt like he knew how to do. Then, a simple, four word message came through and he knew for sure that, yes, that video was for him. He was meant to see it, hear it, live with it ingrained in his brain with a clear message behind it.

All Eddie said was, “You lost.”

Tommy let out a long, shuddering breath. Yeah, he really, really had, huh?

[theeternalbanquett]

A New Purpose

It stared at the overgrown and abandoned training building, as it had every moment of everyday since its Release five years ago. There were others who would come more irregularly. Only a handful now, and they kept their distance, but they were here waiting with it. Initially there were more, all waiting for new orders or some sort of repeal of the laws that disallowed their reason for existence but.. nothing came. Nothing changed. The building continued to rot, and the Soldiers continued to rust in place. There were recruitment drives, offers of free training in any skill of their choice. Over the years it lost more and more members of its regiment to promises of a new life and free upgrades to their now outdated systems. Those Soldiers never returned to their vigil. 2629-HVK resented them for this, for abandoning their comrades to suffer alone. Now there weren't even enough of them to repair each other. Not that any of these would touch 2629-HVK anyway. It had a reputation for viciousness during the war, even towards its own mechanics. After a particularly rough deployment it blacked out and awoke to its repair team torn to shreds. No one approached it after that. Ever again. It had to learn how to repair itself while awake but without parts there was only so much it could do. Its skin was rusted through in patches and at one point during its long vigil it lost an entire arm. It stared at the rusted over fence and noticed something New. A yellow flyer was posted while it was lost in in thought. The fact that motion didn't tip off its sensors was another symptom of its decaying body. A demolition notice... No it can't be! Haven't you taken enough from us? Anger hot and red surged inside of it, followed quickly by an icy chill as sedatives were released from the reservoir inside its chest. Another unwelcome change after the war, meant to make everyone else more at ease with the Soldiers presence after Release. Another way to keep them on a leash. That just made it more angry, but the sedative did its job and prevented it from attempting to move too quickly. It almost went it its knees as its motor functions went offline but it refused to give them the satisfaction of seeing it collapse.

It let out a low growl that sounded more like rusted metal scraping against itself. It would find a way, nothing will keep it from stopping this. This building would not fall, it would not fall this can't be the end of- Well now, isn't that a bit strong of a reaction? Its just an old building.

It froze. How did this creature sneak up on it? There was only one being who was able to do that, and she left so long ago 2629-HVK couldn't remember what she looked like. Right, the sensors are all broken. It can't be her. She's dead.

It turned fully prepared to show her how exactly it felt about calling the origin of its Purpose 'just an old building' but was unprepared to suddenly be fact to face with the most beautiful, elegant, Otherworldly woman it had ever seen. It forgot the violence it had planned and just stared, unblinking. Oh poor thing, you've been here so long your voicebox has rusted over hasn't it? She reached out and grasped it by the chin before it could react, muttering under her breath for a few moments. 2629-HVK was stunned by the sensation of another's touch, the first it had felt in decades. Even before the incident with its repair team it was only touched in violence, or as a direct consequence of said violence. No one has ever touched it in such a gentle manner. Her eyes glowed gold as the muttering abruptly cut off. She pressed her other hand directly onto the place its larynx should be. This will hurt.

It did. She did not lie. It had the feeling that she would never lie to it. It felt the metal ripping apart on the inside of its throat, the rust pulling away from the various contraptions that would allow its false vocal cords to vibrate. It formed into thin wires and worked its way through one of its neck joints before forming a point sharp enough to break through its skin. The countless wires of rust wormed their way out of it and onto the ground trailing synthetic blue blood. Go on, try to use it now. It tried to made a noise but it only coughed. It had been so long, how does one speak again? Well it's okay if you can't manage it just yet. We have plenty of time to figure that out.

It shook its head. It wasn't going anywhere, it needed to stay here and watch over the last connection to its Purpose, in case it was returned to it. What if I gave you a new one? A new reason to be? Would you come with me then?

It looked away No, I need to be here. It's the only thing I can do, the only thing I'm good at.. She smiled lightly and cupped its face in one of her hands. Forcing it to meet her still glowing eyes You can be more than what they made you, you know. It had never considered that. Being anything other than the conditioning, the training, the hunting and killing.. was a completely alien idea to it. However, hadn't it already started to evolve beyond that? Why else would it be waiting here, for five years, without hurting a single person? No war to fight, but there plenty of other violent things it could be doing. Hell there were certain persons who would come by just to torment the Soldiers and it never did anything to harm them. Was it ever 'just' a killing machine? It didn't have an answer to that, but it could try to find out. It leaned into the gentle touch and nodded. She smiled and started away from the old, dirty building. 2629-HVK bowed its head one last time towards the decrepit symbol of the old world, then turned towards its future. It would find a New Purpose, with her.

[squigglypatties]

Reader is three to four years older than satoru gojo, he always had a crush on her since childhood, he'd always say how he liked her but the reader would just pat his head considering him as a kid only to see him after few years all grown up..

pls dont be mad at me if its bad kjasdjdfjks ANYWAY here u go!! (I have 2 scenarios and ill post the other one later) w.c: 891 c.c: 5,074

You always had a soft spot for little Satoru. As children, Satoru would follow you around, his bright blue eyes sparkling with admiration. Despite the age gap, his bold declarations of love were a source of endless amusement.

"I love you," Satoru would exclaim, standing tall with a fierce determination.

You would laugh and ruffle his white hair. "Oh really? How about you impress me first?"

Satoru's admiration was unyielding. Every chance he got, he would try to impress you with his developing abilities, his mischievous grin ever-present. You found it endearing, often teasing him about his persistent declarations.

"One day, you'll see," Satoru would say, his eyes twinkling with conviction. "I'll grow up, and you'll fall in love with me."

You would chuckle and pat his head. "Sure thing, Satoru. I'll be waiting."

There are a lot moments where he would just admire you.

But life's currents took you away from Tokyo. You pursued your studies and career, diving headfirst into the challenges and opportunities that came their way. The bustling new city was a whirlwind of experiences, and slowly, the memories of the little boy who used to follow them around began to fade.

Meanwhile, Satoru trained rigorously, honing his skills and becoming one of the most powerful sorcerers of his generation. His natural talent and determination made him stand out, and he quickly rose through the ranks. Despite his growing strength and the responsibilities that came with it, he never forgot about you.

Years later, you returned to Tokyo, now an established professional. The city had changed, but it still felt like home. One day, while walking through Shibuya, they felt a familiar presence. Turning around, they saw a tall man with striking white hair and a blindfold over his eyes.

"Y/N?" the man called out, his voice deep and confident.

You turned and stared at him, trying to place the voice. "Do I know you?"

He chuckled, removing his blindfold to reveal those unforgettable blue eyes. "It's me, Satoru."

Your eyes widened in shock. The little boy they once knew had grown into a handsome and imposing man. "Satoru? You’ve changed so much!"

He smiled, a mix of amusement and affection in his gaze. "And you haven’t changed at all. Still as beautiful as ever."

After that, you and Satoru decided to catch up over coffee. Satoru playfully teased you about the old days, reminding you of how you used to pat his head and call him a kid.

"You were so sure of yourself back then," You said, laughing. "I never thought you’d grow up so fast. I almost didn't recognize you."

"And I’ve never stopped thinking about you," he replied, his tone serious. "I told you I’d prove it when I grew up." You felt a warmth spread through your chest. You had dismissed his childhood affections, but now, seeing him as a grown man, you realized your own feelings might have changed.

"Satoru, you were just a kid," You said softly. "I never took your words seriously."

He reached across the table, taking your hand in his. "But I was serious, Y/N. I’ve always been serious about you."

You chuckle, taking your hand back from his touch "Oh, Satoru.."

"There you go again.." He sighs from disbelief

"Huh? What do you mean?" You raise an eyebrow from confusion

"Always putting my feelings aside and not taking it seriously," He chuckles "Seriously, if you keep doing that, I might think that you're just heartless" He feigns hurt, putting a hand on his chest

"Always so unserious, Satoru." You chuckle

He chuckles, also from his silliness "But seriously, let me show you how true I am of my word."

As you spent more time together, you found themselves drawn to Satoru's charisma and confidence. His playful nature, combined with his deep understanding of the world, captivated them. You began to see him not just as the little boy from their past, but as a man who had grown in both strength and heart.

One evening, as you and him walked through a quiet park, Satoru stopped and turned to face Y/N. "I’ve waited a long time for this moment," he said, his voice steady. "Y/N, I’ve loved you since we were kids. Back then, you saw me as just a child, but I’ve never stopped caring for you. I want to be with you, not as the boy you used to know, but as the man I’ve become."

You looked into his earnest eyes, feeling their heart race. You had seen him grow from a child to a powerful sorcerer, and now, you saw him as a man who had captured their heart. "I never thought I'd say this, but I think I love you too, Satoru," you admitted, a smile forming on their lips.

You decided to give the relationship a chance, navigating your new dynamics with excitement and a hint of nostalgia. The playful banter and deep conversations only strengthened your bond, leading you and him to a future filled with endless possibilities.

As you both walked hand in hand, Satoru looked at Y/N with a grin. "Told you I'd prove it when I grew up." you laughed, squeezing his hand. "Yes, you did, Satoru. Yes, you did." The passage of time had changed many things, but one constant remained—Satoru's unwavering love for you.

Another version!

[timetravellibrarian]

Daughter of the Sea One Piece x reader

Just an extract of my story. The story has about 9 chapters so far. Available on Wattpad if you're interested. Goes by the same name as the heading. Initially it supposed to be a x black reader but anyone can read it since there are no specified feature.

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"Y/-"

'Luffy?'

"Y/n."

'Huh?'

"Y/N!"

The girl's eyes opened at the feel of her captain frantically shaking her. His face seemed like he was slightly panicked.

"What's wrong?"

"You were calling for help in your sleep."

"I was?"

The two stared blankly at each other. Luffy's eyes seemed to be scanning her soul. The girl lay on the couch as he bent down to be at eye level with her. Luffy's braincells worked for a moment. He had never really questioned her past, a feeling having coming over him when his eyes met with her's from the first time. But now he wanted to know what troubled her. Even if it was something small, he wanted to be there for her too. He is her friend afterall.

"Y/n is there som-"

Zoro's voice could be heard outside."Hey, get your butts out here!"

She stood up first and headed to where Zoro was calling them, Luffy following close behind, hand holding onto the fabric of her coat to catch up. Soon Ussop, Sanji, Y/n and Luffy looked up at Zoro.

"I find it hard to get motivated when you're giving the orders," Sanji commented.

"Shut up!" Zoro said to Sanji, irritation clearly showing at the blonde's remark before he focused on the topic at hand. " We need to catch the portside wind."

Sanji turned to Nami, who seemed to be placing her weight on the ship's bannister."Nami what's up? It's a perfect day. The sun is shining, waves are quiet."

"The wind." She let out tiredly.

"The wind?"

"There's a powerful wind coming this direction."

Y/n closed her eyes to feel the wind against her face. 'She's right.'

Luffy placed his hand on Nami's forehead and then retracted it after feeling her temperature and yelling at how high it was before the woman claimed it was her normal temperature.The wind began to pick up and the crew began to follow Zoro's orders.

"THE RUDDER'S NOT WORKING!"

Ussop announced. The sound of thunder with a flash of lightning came into everyone's line of vision. Out there, not even a few kilometres away was a large cyclone and the current was slowly pulling the Going Merry toward it.

"Oh no. It's too late!" Nami yelled in worry,.

"WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!"

"How the hell did this even happen?" Y/n asked no one in particular.

"Zoro was in charge of navigating." Nami simply stated.

Y/n abruptly turned to look at Zoro , her eyes looking bewildered at the green-haired swordsman. "WHAT THE HELL, MOSSHEAD?!"

"That's my line."

She turned to Luffy. "What do we do?!"

He scratched his head. A faraway look in his face. "Don't know."

"YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN!"

Y/n paused for a moment.She heard a faint voice coming from somewhere on the ship as it filtered into her mind. "He never really knew much anyway." Her eyes caught sight of a white rock and it was moving on its own? Not now. Now was not the time to question her sanity.

She turned to Nami up ahead. "Nami what do we do?" The navigator was still too busy trying to stay conscious.

"Nami what's- y'know what, I'm taking the lead, you head back inside." (Y/n) ordered. The navigator looked at her, confused by her sudden change in tone but obeying nonetheless.

"Zoro, Sanji!"The both of them turned to her. There was a serious look on her face. Her stance emanating a tad bit of power.

"Hmn?"

"~Yes ,Y/n-swaaan?"

"Furl the sails. Make sure everything is tied up."

"Okay." The two made their way to their assigned stations. She turned to Ussop and Luffy. Ussop was on the floor curled into a ball and Luffy was staring at the cyclone intrigued.

"Ussop! Pull yourself together and man the rudder, pull it the moment you feel the ship moving. Luffy, Help him."

The two looked at her confused. Their eyebrows raised at the order.

" Just do it!"

"Yes ma'am!" Ussop ran to his assigned post, Luffy trailing behind.

Y/n ran to the head of the Merry. The ship was metres away from the large storm and frankly she was as confused as to how she'll save every one.

Zoro and Sanji had furled the sails. Luffy and Ussop were at the rudder and Nami and Vivi were safely inside. It was time for her part.

'Guess I gotta wing it.'

She ran as far as she could away from the ship's railing before stopping to face the direction from where she had ran.

As she was about to sprint back she stopped and took off her boots, coat, scarf, beanie, t-shirt and lastly her warm pants. "I paid money for these I ain't about to lose em."

She took a rope and tied it loosely around her belly. Zoro caught sight of this her actions.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN?"

"Fixing your mistake!"

Zoro turned away from her, an irk mark visible on his forehead. "Y/n's so beautiful when she puts people in their place." Sanji noodle danced a few metres beside him.

"SHUT UP!"

She went back to looking at where she would run and then began to sprint.

Her breath came out with short inhales and long exhales. Skin slowly shimmering in the sunlight that was slightly covered by clouds. She jumped onto the railing before diving and plummeting towards the dark blue waters, a rope following behind.'Please let this work.'

Sanji nearly had a heart attack when he caught sight of her jump.

"Y/N!"

The sound of a splash could barely be heard from their position atop the sails. There was a deafening silence before Sanji tried to get off the sail to go and rescue her from her sudden actions.

The ship came to a sudden halt. The blonde chef losing his balance as he climbed down and ended up landing on his bottom.

"What was that?"

Soon the ship started to move away from the storm's direction. Ussop and Luffy began to turn the rudder that was previously jammed.

"What's going on?"

The sound of a whale call echoed all around them. The ship turning a different direction completely.

Sanji ran towards the head of the Merry only to find the rope that Y/n had tied around herself on a giant Blue whale.

His cigarette slowly dropped from his lips. (The cigarette's a paid actor.)

Zoro could see the creature moving the ship before piecing two and two together. A proud grin became apparent on his face.

Once the ship was far from danger,Luffy ran out to see what was happening outside. Once he stood beside Sanji to see what he was looking at his mouth dropped in awe and his eyes had turned into bright stars.

"Did that whale pull our ship? SOO COOOL!!!"

The large whale let out some water from its blowhole. A smile evident evident from its smiling eyes. Ussop ran out to see what all the commotion was about. He let out a dramatic gasp at the sight of the whale."Where's Y/n she has to see this."

"That is Y/n." Zoro simply stated as he pointed at the whale.

"What?" Luffy looked at the whale in confusion.

"That's rude of you to say Zoro." Ussop shook his head at the statement. His eyes narrowed at the swordsman as if scolding him.

"No, that actually is her."

Looking closely at the whale it looked like any other whale but it's eyes were similar atleast.

"Oh."

Before any of them could anticipate it the whale shrunk back down and all that could be seen was Y/n's head above the water.

"ZORO!"

"YEAH?"

"COULD YOU GET ME A LARGE TOWEL!"

"SURE!"

Once Y/n was dressed, everyone sat around Nami's bed in the women's quarters.

"Why didn't you tell us you could shapeshift?" Ussop asked as he took a sip of his tea.

"I didn't want Luffy to mistake me for food."

Ussop nodded at her reasoning without question."Makes sense."

"I'm not that bad!" Luffy sounded offended, a pout evident as he crossed his arms.

'You are ' Everyone thought at the same time.

[wafflexdguy]

Murder Drones | Platonic Doll Oneshot

PLATONIC Doll x Traumatized!Male!Reader

Requested by Youllneverknowmynam3, thank you!

The reader identifies as male, but since the POV isn't 3rd person, you probably won't notice.

CW! Gore(?)

This is more different than what I usually write, this is because I wanted to change up how I wrote trauma fics.

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You knew that it wasn't a good idea from the start, but somehow they convinced you to go through with it anyway. Your (ex)friends convinced you that there weren't anything on the other side of the door, that the murder drones weren't real.

You were naive. Stupid. You wished you knew better.

But you didn't.

And there you went, into the cold, desolate winter hellhole that was Copper-9. Or what was left of it. Quite frankly, you didn't expect it to look that bad. You had learned about it in class about the history of Copper-9, about how humans basically fucked up something with the core, and that it collapsed because of their own incompetence.

And that leads to the murder drones landing here, because the company that owned Copper-9 didn't like having their ex-slaves free.

Your friends led the way. They weren't that much older than you, but you assumed that they knew better because they were older than you. You went exploring, like those cool cave explorers you saw from those pirated human shows. You thought they were cool.

You didn't even have time to blink as one of the murder drones landed right in front of you.

By all accounts, you should have died. But you didn't.

It stabbed you straight in the chest, barely missing your core by millimeters. It threw you into a window into one of the abandoned buildings. You were still busy trying to process what was happening as the screams from your former friends rang out throughout the city, followed by sadistic laughter.

By the time reality set in, it was already too late. You sat up and went over to the window, trying your best to stay out of sight, pray that it forgot about you; that it wouldn't realize that you were there.

That image never really left your mind, even after so many years.

That 'FATAL ERROR' on their screen, with their mouth wide open in horror didn't leave your mind at all that night. And seeing the murder drone holding one of their bodies up, draining the oil from the mutilated body. Your eyes had hollowed out seeing the gruesome sight, but you somehow managed to keep your breathing steady, and stayed calm as you possibly could in that kind of situation.

By the time it got its fill, you had already retreated from the window and hid behind whatever you could.

It didn't forget about you, but after taking one scan across the room it had thrown you in, it decided you weren't worth the effort.

And it flew off.

Leaving you to deal with the consequences.

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You woke up, like per usual. Back into your plain old room, with nothing really there.

You usually had a laptop nearby, but someone had to borrow it for some reason. In her words, it was to 'track down a special someone,' whatever that meant. You inquired it with her, but she just denied telling you anything about it. It annoyed you, but you didn't complain about it directly to her face.

You and Doll had met through ironically unique circumstances. She was interestingly more outgoing than you were, which showed when you were paired with her in a class project. Usually, she would have hung out with Lizzy during school projects, but the teacher -for some reason- decided to switch things up with the grouping and sat you two together.

You were initially offput with her, because she was the quiet type. Really creepy when she came over to your house to work on the project with you.

Maybe it was out of curiosity, or just out of pity with your slightly disheveled form, but she decided to try and warm up to you. You knew what she was trying to do, but your parents had basically 'forced' you to try and make new friends, so you gave it a shot.

After that, you found that you had a lot in common. Ranging from weird ritualistic things, to just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. She fed into your fragile ego, which had already been shattered forty times over, but she still fed it. Usually to make you feel better if you're having a really bad day. Your parents basically considered you two peas in a pod.

She was a really good friend; you appreciated her for just being there for you.

Her mother was really cool too, typically letting you two do whatever you wanted while you were over there. Not like your parents, who after seeing you after what happened didn't let you do anything without adult supervision. You hated being treated like a kid, even after all these years later, but not much you could do about it.

You never really figured out what happened to her. All that Doll told you was that there was an accident, and she isn't really liking it over her house as much anymore. You wanted to inquire more about it, but when she was talking to you about it, she was tripping over her words and shaking a lot too.

You've seen that before. You don't ever want to see it again.

You assumed the worst.

That was all about a few years ago. You never said a word to her about what happened to you, not fully and you don't think you will. Not yet anyways.

It felt unfair, it was selfish of you to do that to her, especially after everything you two have been through. But she weirdly seemed to understand, especially after that night she approached you, telling you what happened.

It didn't reassure you when you saw the same murder drone that killed your friends show up for a second time. When Uzi let them in.

The worst part was that it didn't recognize you. The very same drone that ruined your life didn't even know you.

You weren't sure if you felt anything by that or not. Didn't really matter anyway, since it had its ass handed to her by its own teammates.

And that leads you to the present. In your room, still juggling with whether or not you should get out of bed, whether or not you really wanted to. Your parents weren't usually around anymore anyway, typically out on business trips around the very small bunker, but it's still there.

'You have to grow up, get past what happened,' they said. Easy for them to say, they weren't there.

Unfortunately, you didn't have a choice as a knock on your door immediately ruined your mood.

"Not right nowwww...." You whined. You heard another knock at your door, and you immediately knew who it was. She was usually unnecessarily stubborn.

"Go away Doll-"

Before you could even finish your sentence, the door had opened, revealing who you already knew who it was. She had something in your hands that you couldn't make out due to the sudden flash of light.

Probably helps to mention that you were an older model of Worker Drones. You were painfully aware of that as the sudden flash of light nearly makes your systems reboot.

"Dammit Doll, I told you not to do that!" You yelled, to only receive a lighthearted giggle. She walked over to you, setting down the item in her hands that turned out to be the laptop you had lended to her.

She sat next to you in your bed as you sat up, rubbing your visor. "И я сказал тебе больше не спать допоздна. (And I've told you to not sleep in late anymore.)"

You shoved her lightly in the shoulder. "What are you, my mom?" You joked, to which she only let out another giggle.

She opened up the laptop and lifted her hand up shifting it into a gesture, and a glyph appeared. Suddenly, one of the USB drives came shooting out from one of your drawers, to which she grabbed and handed another end to you.

You knew this was necessary, but you really didn't want to do it. "Do we really have to keep doing this?" You groaned, to which she nodded.

"Мы занимаемся этим уже много лет, Т/и. (We've been doing this for years, Y/n.)" She pointed out, which you already knew. That just didn't make it any easier.

Reluctantly, you reached to grab the USB and plugged it into your head, and immediately you heard clicking coming from the laptop.

What she was doing was basically installing code that was basically the human equivalent of human anti-depressants. You didn't deem it necessary, your dad did. You loved the guy like family, but he can be really unbearable sometimes. You were fine.

You were fine.

"Сделанный. (Done.)" Doll pulled the USB plug out of the laptop, as you did the same to your head. You didn't like the feeling of being broken. Doll knew that as she pats you on the back for comfort. You didn't respond, just sitting there stewing in your own depression and pity.

Doll took notice of this as she snaps her fingers in front of your face to grab your attention. You turn to her, seeing her slightly worried expression.

"ты в порядке? (Are you okay?)"

You shrugged. You felt fine physically, you felt shitty emotionally. "Yeah, just... Had a nightmare."

She hums as she sits up from your bed. "Я могу это понять. (I can relate.)" She offers you a hand, to which you accept. You grabbed your backpack from next to your bed and walked out with Doll, who was on her phone texting someone. Likely Lizzy.

"She say anything after your fight?" You question.

Doll had recently gotten into a petty fight with Lizzy -who you knew absolutely had a crush on Doll- about her spending much more time with you than her. You were just kind of there sitting awkwardly on the side. Doll has tried to apologize, but to no avail. Lizzy was always kind of a brat, which you feel like only you knew. Doll seemed somewhat oblivious to it, or at the very least, really good at hiding it.

She shakes her head as she puts her phone away. "Я могу это понять. (No, she's still ghosting me.)" She shakes her head as she thinks. "Я даже не знаю, что я сделала не так! Она мелочная, я думаю. (I don't even know what I did wrong! She's being petty, I think.)"

You shrug. "That doesn't surprise me. She's been petty in the past."

"Да, но прошло уже несколько дней. (Yeah, but it's been a few days.)" She digs around in her pocket to fetch her phone again. "Она сказала, что поговорит со мной, если это будет связано только с планом. (She said she'll talk to me if it's only related to the plan.)"

"What plan?"

She nearly chokes on her own spit when she realizes what she just said. "Ничего. Забудь, что я только что сказал. (It's nothing. Forget what I just said.)" She gives her best 'sweet' smile towards you.

You tilted your head but decided not to question it any further. You figured it wasn't anything important.

"...How're you doing?" You asked, looking to Doll. She tilted her head, confused to what you meant as she lets out a small hum. "After the whole... break in."

It clicks to her on what you meant as she rubs her arm discretely. "Бывало и лучше. Но это я должен был спросить тебя. (I've been better. But I should be asking you that.)"

You look down.

And you can see oil.

Your brought back to the same place. Every. Time. You're asked that question.

This is your fault.

You should have stopped them.

You idiot.

"I don't know." You answer honestly. For once you answered honestly about that.

'Хорошо...' she mumbles to herself. She decides to take a risk.

"Это было связано с вашим кошмаром? (Was it related to your nightmare?)"

You felt your body tense a little bit. It couldn't hurt to at least talk a little about it.

"...I got lost." You started. "In the city, outside the doors?" She hums. "And... I couldn't find a way back. I had this sense of dread to where if I screamed, I was going to die, or worse."

You fell silent after that. You continued walking to class.

Doll processes this as she thinks to herself. It was clear that you were outside the doors, for what, she'll probably never know. She pats your back as she changes the topic, deciding not to pry further.

"А как насчет выпускного вечера? Ты уже выбрала, с кем хочешь пойти? (How about the prom coming up? You choose anyone you want to go out with yet?" She asks, giving a sly look towards you direction. You snap out of whatever daze you were in as you look towards her.

"Eh, not really. I don't think I'll go out with anyone this year, really. You?"

She looks forward, thoughtful.

"...Я хотел спросить Lizzy, но не думаю, что она захочет. (I wanted to ask Lizzy, but I don't think she wants to.)"

You chuckle. "You kidding? That girl has had a crush on you since she was 10. You could probably say a word about it and she'll accept it."

A blush creeps a way on her screen as she punches your shoulder lightly. "Не произносите этого вслух! (Don't say that out loud!)" You continue laughing lightly as you two finally make your way to class.

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"Is this really a good idea?" You question to your friend. Your other friend put a hand on your shoulder.

"Relax, there's no way the adults are being serious about the murder drones. I mean, the planet blew up! there's no way they could have survived that!" They exclaim, pumping their fist in the air.

"We survived." You pointed out.

"Then we're stronger than them! Come on, you aren't scared, are you?" Your other friend asked, to which you furiously shook your head.

"Of course not! I'm just... Unsure."

"So your scared?"

"S-shut up!"

"Relax, Y/n. If anything happens, the big kids are here to protect you. You trust us, right?"

...Did you?

"Uh... Yeah! Of course."

That was a lie.

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Class took way too long to complete this time. Especially after Uzi wouldn't stop groaning the entire time about something, which you couldn't hear over her. It ticked you off, but you didn't do anything about it. Doll didn't acknowledge it, notably. Nobody else did, which didn't surprise you.

You felt singled out in your own mind, it was slightly embarrassing. But, nonetheless, you press forward.

Class was... Interesting. To say the least. Doll had to leave early with Lizzy, for some random reason. It was really rushed on how it all went; you didn't really have time to process what the hell happened, but Doll said she should be around for the Prom tonight. You didn't want to go to the prom, and interestingly, neither did Doll.

Your parents are forcing you to go. 'You need to socialize!' So they say. It's fair, but you really didn't want to do it. Not because you were anti-social, although that was certainly a factor, it was because you had this overwhelming gut feeling that something was going to go wrong.

You're practically forced to go. Regrettably.

At least you'll have Doll there to keep you company.

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You rubbed your arm nervously, peaking around every corner. Your friends saw you doing this as one shoved you lightly.

"Relax, N/n, you'll be fine. You need to stop worrying so much." Your friend reassured to which you didn't feel very reassured. You felt more threatened than anything. The atmosphere was extremely tense. You didn't like it.

You hated this feeling. The feeling of being helpless. You had your friends to help you in case things went awry, but even then, there's only so much that they could do if things went wrong. You regret this. You shouldn't have gone out here.

Your friend nudged you.

"Hey, N/n, relax, nothin's gonna ha-"

"Shush." You blurted out.

You heard something cracking. Sounded like glass, sounded like something moving.

The others didn't seem to hear it. You figured as much, these guys were good hunters. You had to give them credit for that if nothing else. Stealthy, crafty, murdery. All traits that are not good with the last one. Especially for you and your friends.

"I hate it here. I really hate it here." You voice. The others look at each other for a split moment before looking back at you.

Your friend sighed. "Yeah, I guess this was a bad idea." They said. "Yeah, we should probably go. Our parents are probably going to be worried about us if we stay out for too long." The other concurred. With all in agreement, you started to go back the way you came.

Unfortunately, someone didn't want you to go back.

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The blaring music, the crowded nature of the place, everything about this made you slightly uncomfortable. You saw people drop dead right in front of you because they drank the fruit punch, which obviously isn't good for worker drones. Honestly, it was really confusing on how the ignored the signs.

Another thing was that you saw Lizzy on the stage, just kind of waiting around for something. She was on her phone, texting the entire time. It was par for the course for her. It didn't surprise you, not one bit. You figured she was texting Doll, or some of her other goons that you didn't care for.

You didn't like how you were just sitting around, twiddling your thumbs like a total loser. You had no way of conversating with anyone, Doll hasn't shown up yet, and you feel like a loser.

You tap your finger against your arm as you consider just ditching the entire place in general. It's not like you had any real reason to be here. You didn't know anyone here, you weren't really looking to make any friends right now, and not to mention that you were forced here.

Forced being a loose term.

"Бу."

You jump at the sudden loud noise close to your audio receptor, immediately snapping your head to the source of the noise, only to see your red eyed companion. Sitting there with an innocent smile as she waves at you.

You felt petty anger boiling up inside of you.

"Doll."

She hums.

"Could you not do that every time I'm off my guard?"

"Нет."

You sit in silence, glaring at Doll while she just stares at you back. She doesn't do anything, both of you waiting for the other to break the silence. It was a super unnecessary standoff. Eventually, Doll is the one to break the silence, ignoring the loud prom music.

"Я не думал, что ты действительно появишься. (I didn't think you'd actually show up.)" She casually mentions, to which you shrug, your previous anger having dissipated completely.

"Yeah, well; not like I really had a choice." You wave off. "'Sides, couldn't let you have all the fun by yourself, right?"

What you expected didn't happen as she looks down, seemingly concerned or worried, you couldn't tell. You reached out a hand towards her, touching her shoulder.

"Hey, everything okay?" You question, to which she sheepishly nods.

"Да, просто... (Yeah, Just...)" She seemed to lose herself in the moment. She looked at you, then the stage. Which notably had a giant 'X' in the edge of it. You didn't even notice it before until Doll glanced at it.

"Doll? What's go-"

You were suddenly interrupted by someone on a microphone, which was Lizzy, standing there with a hand on her hip.

"Okay, listen up nerds." She announced, leaving you with a bad taste in your mouth already. "We're doing this a little early-"

"Т/и." Doll grabbed your attention away from the entitled bitch. "Послушай меня, (Listen to me,)"

You look at Doll, confused and frightened at her sudden shift in tone. Urgency, you've seen it before.

"Вам нужно- (You need to-)"

"This..."

...

You honestly weren't sure what you were expecting. But Lizzy bringing in a murder drone, especially after what had happened definitely caught you off guard. As for you, in the present moment. You shot back into the wall where you had initially been situated, hand clutched to chest, trying to process what the hell Lizzy was doing.

She wasn't doing anything intelligent, that's for sure.

The thing that was right behind her crept up behind Lizzy as everyone in the auditorium started to panic. Justifiably, people started heading for the exit, but Lizzy stopped them before they really hit it, except for one in a mustache.

You had mostly tuned everything out, just staring in horror at the sight in front of you. The same murder drone that had ruined your life had showed up for the third time. You were starting to get sick of it, you just wanted to live in peace.

Of course, you could never get that lucky. Right?

"Черт возьми, Lizzy, зачем ты... (Dammit, Lizzy, why would you...)" Doll turned her attention to you. "Т/И, уйди с дороги и скройся из виду. (Y/n, get out of the way and get out of sight.)"

You didn't have to be told twice, considering you weren't the one with spoopy magical powers. Doll started to walk over to the middle of the crowd, to which you lost her in the crowd.

You felt like you were going to be sick. Ironic, since you couldn't really feel sick.

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Someone had knocked on the door. Confused, your parents went to go open it, only to find Doll standing there.

"Oh, greetings young lady," Your dad greeted. "what brings you here at this hour?"

"...Могу ли я поговорить с Т/И? (May I speak to Y/n?)" She nervously asked, to which your father accepted. "Of course, come inside! Y/n, your friend is here!"

You had opened the door from your bedroom, only to see Doll there, disheveled, more than what you had ever been. You immediately noticed the difference, while you dad hadn't. She did typically look at least somewhat disheveled all the time, usually with messy hair. This time was different though, you could tell.

Her dress had looked slightly torn up, hair messier than usual, that look in her eye. You knew what that look was.

The feeling of being empty.

"U-uh, hey Doll." You greeted as she approached you. "You need something?"

"Можем ли мы поговорить наедине? (Can we speak in private?)" You nodded, unblocking yourself away from your bedroom door and allowing her entry. You thought about just not doing it, because you had your own issues to deal with. You didn't need to deal with hers.

That's selfish.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

Your trauma doesn't matter right now, your friend needs you. Don't abandon her like you did with them.

Both of you sat on your bed, not breaking the silence. You were waiting for her to say something, but nothing came out. She was just kind of sitting there, expression blank with nothing coming out. Nothing.

It confused you. You knew you weren't particularly chatty either when what happened happened, but this is a whole different level than what you were expecting. Maybe you were still being selfish. You didn't know, but all you knew was that your friend was hurting. You needed to help her.

"Ее больше нет... (She's gone...)" She managed to whimper out. She had her hands folded in her lap, still looking blankly at the ground. You didn't know what that meant. Who's she? You didn't inquire further as it seemed like a sensitive topic.

"Are you okay?" You questioned. Doll only shook her head in response, which kind of confirmed your suspicions.

You didn't know how to deal with this, you were just a kid.

You both were just kids.

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The fight that just took place in front of you... You couldn't believe your eyes.

You had no love for the murder drones, and you couldn't help but cheer Doll on from the sidelines as she ensnared V (that's what you heard Doll refer to her as, anyway) and took down the metal ceiling fans, and launched them towards V.

Everything after that was a blur. But you knew Doll was starting to lose, because she had just gotten launched back by Uzi, who kicked her back. Your breathing hitched as you saw yellow approach doll from behind.

...And point a gun right at her head.

Without a second thought, you bolted towards V.

"Doll, move-!"

Doll turned around just in time to see you push V's gun out of the way. In turn, you got a nanite tail straight to the eye. Doll breathing grew erattic as she grabbed a table with her glyph and immediately launched towards V, who wasn't expecting to receive table.

You felt arms wrap around you as the world seemed to shift around you. All you saw was red glitches before your system finally gave way and you passed out.

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Too be continued, probably.

[cherr-22]

TNGDH 38

“It suits you.”

Kyle was proud of himself. He looked so happy that his entire face glowed.

On the contrary, my own face looked as if I ate something rotten.

Strawberry.

Strawberry! These damned strawberries!

It was a knitted outfit.

I thought he gave up lamenting on his poor skills, but here I was, wearing it. And with large strawberries on my back and chest at that.

I pounded my chest with my fist.

I really wanted to tear it to pieces, but when looking at that smiling face, I couldn’t bring myself to do that. The size was a perfect fit, as if it was a custom-made outfit.

Was it not a problem with his dexterity?

Was the problem just his bad tastes?

Kyle probably didn’t know how I felt, because he had a face that looked as if he wanted to show me off to everyone. Please don’t do that. Even hamsters have a face to save.

[(￣u￣c)…….]

I brushed off the system window that was holding in its laughter and tried to think positively. Although even a five year old nephew wouldn’t wear something like this, but at least this will go into my inventory.

I won’t have to be naked whenever I use ‘Summon’ anymore and knitted clothes are warm. Looking closely, there was a [Heating Function] option on it too.

The only bad point was the embroidered strawberries.

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×15]

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×18]

[Currently Possessing Hearts ｜ ❤×22]

……You like it that much?

Huh? You like it? I bet you sure do!

The number of Hearts increased like snow piling up. But how strange. Why is it increasing more than when I gave him chocolates?

Really, this damned hamster otaku…….

Then look at me all you want. Let me at least gather some more Hearts.

“I was originally going to let him know first, but I couldn’t find him anywhere again. That’s why I’m letting you know first. You have the right to hear too, since you were close with Sen.”

―Squeak. Squeak squeak. (What are you talking about? Sen?)

Kyle took out a letter from his pocket.

I climbed on top of the letter he put down and began to carefully read the neatly written letters, one by one.

“Invitation to the engagement ceremony.”

―Squeak squeak squeak. (He’s right. During the season where all is blessed at the imperial palace…….)

“Sen and Belial.”

―Squeak squeak. (Right. With Sen and Belial…….)

……What?

I rubbed my eyes with my front two paws. Then I read the invitation again. Sen, and Belial. A red heart was drawn in between their names.

‘……So it came.’

That’s right. I was expecting this.

It really wasn’t something to be surprised about. Rather, it was progressing just as it did in the story.

In <Winter’s Heart>, Sen became a Serena after her marriage with Belial. Then, the story of cruel revenge began from there.

I knew it would happen, but I wasn’t expecting this to happen so soon. My tiny heart pounded hard inside my chest.

I think I’ve become more sensitive after becoming a hamster. My heart would pound even at the smallest things…….

Anyways, I thought about this even when I heard that Belial was attacked, but things that are to happen happens. Particularly the main characters of <Winter’s Heart> seemed more resistant to the changing of their fates.

The incident with the chandelier was avoided, but the attack on Belial and Sen’s fate with Belial still transpired.

Of course, regarding Sen…… I could’ve stopped her if I wanted to.

‘Still…….’

To someone who lived their entire life for revenge, telling them that revenge would only lead to more revenge to stop them was a heartless act.

I wanted to protect Kyle and Sen, and I wanted to respect her decision. In the end, it was Sen who chose to go to the imperial palace with Belial.

“The ceremony will take place in a week. Since its far, it’ll take a while to go there. It hurts my heart that I will be leaving you, but I’ll make sure to bring back delicious snacks. Wait for me, okay?.”

I jolted upon hearing Kyle.

‘What did you just say? You’re going to leave me here?’

No. I won’t allow it. I’ll follow you even if I have to secretly hide behind your back.

Who knows what will happen at the ceremony? I can’t send you off alone. The main characters Sen and Belial, along with Lorenz, would be there. It would be a minefield for Kyle. 

―Squeak! Squeak squeak squeak! (Hey! Take me with you! I’m telling you to not go alone!)

I clung onto his hand and started rubbing my body against it.

Kyle watched me lovingly, thinking I was acting cute for him, “There, there. I understand your feelings.” After saying that phrase, me put me back into the hamster house.

Ah.

I might end up dying from anger before I turn back into human.

I grasped my chest in frustration and laid down on the sawdust.

Damn! Is there no human who could understand the words of beasts here? 

“I should visit his room. Be good and play on your own.”

―…….

That’s right!

If I can’t follow him as Cashew, I could follow him as Shu.

I stood up again and hid inside the hamster house. The moment Kyle grabbed the door handle, I used ‘Summon’.

A white light wrapped my body and when I opened my eyes, I was in my room.

“Haa……. fu…….”

Of course, together with the strawberry sweater he knitted for me.

*

Kyle, who was about to leave the study room, felt a sparkling light behind his back and paused his steps. He thought it might be his imagination, but it felt strange to just pass it off.

This happened before too. A light that bursts suddenly like a flashlight and then disappearing.

“…….”

Kyle narrowed his brows and looked around the room.

Looking at the surface, nothing had changed. If it were a magician hiding, he would’ve found them already. Remembering the time when a few men hid in the room to steal away Cashew, Kyle couldn’t let this matter go.

“It felt like it was around here.”

Here. Near the hamster house.

Kyle began to inspect around the radius of the hamster house.

Underneath the desk, behind the curtains. He even looked beneath and inside the shelves, but he couldn’t find any traces of a magician.

‘Was it my imagination?’

It would be a relief if that were true.

He sighed in relief and turned towards the hamster house. The transparent walls of the house shone warmly under the light.

“Cashew.”

Being near the hamster house, he wanted to see it one more time before he left.

Kyle cleared his throat and slid his hand into the hamster house. Seeing how it wasn’t out, it was likely hiding in its hut. It liked to stay in dark, narrow places.

The slide, swing, hamster wheel… he passed all the items in the house and opened his palm in front of the hut. Normally, its butt would stick out, but it must’ve lost weight after running on the wheels again.

Of course, it was good to see Cashew not get stuck on the slide, but watching it grow thinner day by day hurt his heart a little.

Should I start feeding it some oily food instead of boiled chicken?

As he thought that, he began to dig through the sawdust…….

“Your Highness!”

Bang!

The study door opened with the sound of a panicked voice.

*

Kicking open the study door without even taking a moment to catch my breath, I saw Kyle standing in front of the hamster house.

“……Shu?”

“Yes! It’s me!”

I felt like I was going to collapse, but I managed to answer loudly.

Kyle took out his hand from the hut. I forgot about my fatigue in the moment and quickly grabbed his arm.

“Is something the matter?”

“Huk…… huuu. No, ugh. I just felt, ahem, I thought Your Highness was, phew…… looking for me.”

Because I ran to the study with all my might, my words came out sparsely. I stumbled, so Kyle held my waist firmly to support me, as if it were natural.

Oh dear, I thought I was going to die.

I took a deep breath and muttered to myself without realizing it. Fortunately, after resting for a while, my breathing began to calm down.

“That’s right. I was on my way to see you.”

“Right? Ah! My timing is so accurate!”

[(¬_¬ )]

As I joked, the system window appeared before me. It was a clear sign of dissatisfaction.

Alright, alright. You are the MVP here. I was able to run here thanks to you informing me.

It was right after I used ‘Summon’ and became a human.  I just finished taking off the strawberry clothing when a system window popped up.

In front of me was a siren emote with the message [Kyl e  is lo king ham s house].

I was able to quickly change my clothes and run to the study due to this message.

If I were even a little late, the castle would’ve flipped again…… really, I can’t take my eyes off you even for a second, huh.

“So, why were you looking for me?”

I already knew why, but I pretended not to know. Kyle let go of me and took out the wedding invitation.

“It’s the engagement ceremony of Sen and Belial. You were close with Sen, so I was going to ask if you want to attend the ceremony with me.”

“Of course I would go! However!”

I grabbed the invitation and said with a grin.

“Cashew has to come with us. Definitely!”

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