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solalunar-eclipse · 11 months ago

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Okay. Okay, I don’t normally do this, but I’ve been wanting to do some sort of analysis post recently and the Sonadow shipper inside me grabbed me by the throat and pointed in Netflix's direction, soooooo...let’s have a look at some clips of Sonic and Shadow interacting in Sonic Prime, shall we? (Putting this under a readmore because of all the images.)

The first clip comes from this post. (I don't know how to add that particular gif to my post, or else I'd put it here too, but oh well. I'm analyzing the first one, to be specific.)

So, we begin with Shadow walking away, saying “We’re going after Nine”.

Sonic then reaches out to stop him (with his right hand, despite the fact that he has to reach all the way across his own body to do so, possibly suggesting that Prime!Sonic is right-handed?). This seems to be just before Shadow’s noticed, because he’s still moving forward, looking resolved now that he’s decided what to do.

Shadow sees Sonic’s hand, and looks at it with an expression that seems…mildly irritated, but not outright angry. It’s about halfway between his “resting grumpy face” and his “actually angry face”, in my opinion.

He looks over at Sonic himself with a slightly angrier face (mainly made evident by the fact that the point in the middle of his brow is actually touching his muzzle instead of resting above it).

Then he looks back at Sonic’s hand again (in a pose that I swear is slightly different from the last one even if it doesn’t look that way). The only real difference is that he’s just looking down a little more. The effect of these last three images in actual motion, though, is a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it glance at the hand, up to Sonic, and then back to the hand. It's sort of a "huh-what-huh?!" motion, I think. To me, this gives off extremely strong “what the heck is even happening right now?!” energy.

For completion’s sake, I’m going to finish out the rest of the gif with these last three pictures. Shadow pulls away from Sonic at this point (which, fair, Sonic did grab him out of nowhere and he’s not normally very touchy-feely although this may be disproved in the next gif), and it may or may not have felt like a small punch to the gut for me to see Sonic’s hand outstretched like that, but anyway.

Shadow shifts into one of his patented I’m Trying To Be Cool And Aloof Despite Being An Adorable Three Foot Tall Hedgehog poses, complete with an eyeroll. He doesn’t actually seem that upset about Sonic touching him, however, I think it’s probably more the context of the situation. Shadow keeps insisting that Nine is a threat that needs to be stopped, and Sonic keeps preventing him from doing that, so his frustrated reaction seems to have much more to do with why Sonic touched him than the fact that he did so at all.

And, least but certainly not least, a cute contemplative (and still slightly grumpy) expression from Shadow. (He’s just adorable!! Aaaaaaa—)

Now then! Let’s move onto a really, really big one…

…The Hug™.

The post that I got this clip from actually has some really good points that I’m going to discuss further, so please go read that first! It won’t take long, and also everything the OP says there is absolutely true.

Ready? Here we go! (Please excuse the slightly crunchy pictures...the only way I was able to get this level of detailed analysis was by recording the gif, scrubbing through the frames, and taking screenshots of specific moments, which naturally led to some artifacting.)

So, what's just happened prior to this frame was Rebel Rouge saying happily, "Sonic, you're okay!". Sonic, like the goof he is, does not acknowledge this in any way, fully focused on introducing his boyfriend to his other Shatterspace pals. Instead, he's just looking over at Shadow. Notably, Shadow is instead looking up at Rebel. I'd like to think this is because Rebel has the most put-together and leader-like behavior out of the Rouge counterparts, so he could be waiting for her to continue speaking and give instructions or commentary on the situation, like she does with Team Dark in the games. That's just my take, though, he could just as well be generally on edge—he is in the middle of a battlefield, after all.

Smear frame!! This is included for the expressions as well as for completeness…but mostly for the expressions. Look at how big Sonic's eyes are. Look at how excited he is. He's so hyped to introduce his best rival to everyone. Shadow, meanwhile, looks like he just bluescreened out of pure shock. Sonic's yanking him over so fast he's all blurry, but we can see that his expression is basically 0—0 right now. He has been Touched and he is being Moved and he has not had time to process Why.

(Notably, however, he doesn't break the hold, despite the fact that he definitely could...)

Now, they’ve both settled into place (although ‘settled’ may be the wrong word for Shadow, haha). Sonic is doing what I can only describe as beaming—just look at him! He has a big smile on his face, and he looks almost proud to be introducing Shadow. It really shows how much Sonic values and respects him. (*sobs*) Shadow, meanwhile, has shifted from “what is happening” to “oh Chaos I am being held I am being hugged?? What??? Physical contact? Why????”. He just looks so stunned by the hug, it’s too adorable! More specifically, in addition to the obvious fact that his irises and pupils have shrunk and that he has very stiff posture, if you look very closely at the gif as well as at the following pictures, his ears are also standing up a little straighter and his quills have pushed back slightly, possibly prickling at the sudden contact? Interesting…

Here, we can see Shadow’s ears relax now that he’s processed what’s going on, and his quills have more of a visible curve to them instead of sticking out so much. He’s also glaring off to one side in a position that could either be interpreted as frustration at his current situation (though not so much that he’s willing to push away!!) or as embarrassment. Personally, I think it’s a little of both. Sonic, meanwhile, is still smiling like the sweetheart he is.

Now, we’re getting into the frames leading up to Sonic leaning into Shadow (aka one of the most precious moments of the show). Honestly, I don’t have too much to say about this one, except that Sonic is moving in a way that he would normally while talking right now (shifting around, because this boy has loads of energy) so I have a feeling Shadow probably doesn’t expect the cuddles that are coming his way, ehehe.

The Smush begins!! Shadow looks like he’s quickly resigned himself to his fate, but also decently irritated that he’s essentially getting side-snuggled in front of everyone. This could’ve been another part where he shoved Sonic off himself (goodness knows he did it before in Avoid the Void), and yet he doesn’t, leading to the best part of this whole moment!

Sonic, you smug hedgie. Shadow’s already letting you hug him, don’t push it with that smirk! Shadow does have his eyes closed here, suggesting to me that he is at least a little bit annoyed by now. Again, though, I think this has more to do with the fact that he’s essentially in front of an entire crowd, none of whom recognize or know him. I’ve seen someone else point out that Shadow gets more closed off in Prime when he’s around people aside from Sonic, so honestly, the fact that he’s putting up with this at all sure is…something. (Shipping goggles on: it could be because he appreciates Sonic’s affection enough that he’s willing to cope with the embarrassment if it means the cute annoying hedgehog next to him will hold him a little longer :] )

Okay, so this is really difficult to see, but look at Shadow’s wrist protectors in this image as well as the last one. See how there’s less of them visible in this picture here? That’s because, as the person who posted this gif noted, Sonic moves his hand up and down Shadow’s arm twice after cuddling up to him like this. It actually moves Shadow’s entire arm and shoulder up and down with the movement, making it look a little bit like a friendly rub or shake. Sort of like “hey, look at my grumpy friend, isn’t he great?”. Meanwhile, Sonic’s still looking smug, but I’m now wondering if it’s a bit of a knowing look as well? I mean, this is the one friend of his who’s truly known him for more than a few days. I’m wondering if there’s a bit of “‘ey, Shadow, c’mon, don’t be so shy! You’re my pal!” vibes here, partially because he knows it’ll annoy Shadow and partly because he just knows how Shadow is but wants to drag him into his circle of friends regardless. (Look at how much Sonic cares about Shadow, trying to make sure he’s included! So cute!!)

THE PAT. Two of Sonic’s fingers are lifted up here, which he then uses to give Shadow a light tap on the arm. THE AFFECTION. THE OBVIOUS CARE AND FRIENDLINESS IN THIS ONE SIMPLE ACTION. SONIC CARES ABOUT SHADOW SO OBVIOUSLY IT HURTS ME TO WATCH. MY HEART. No matter how many times Shadow puts up walls, Sonic smashes them down. After all, Shadow doesn’t get to be the only one who does things like keeping Sonic safe or helping him stay grounded! Sonic’s not going to pretend those things just didn’t happen—Shadow cares about him in his own awkward, emotionally constipated way, and Sonic is reciprocating. You can’t stop him, Shadow!

I’m skipping the smear frame here, just because Sonic and Shadow basically pop up and right into this position. Sonic’s two fingers come out of the tap/pat and straight into the peace sign, and now he’s smiling even more than he was at the start of this whole thing. His eyes are all big and shiny too—he’s clearly very happy to have introduced Shadow, and perhaps also quite happy that he’s getting this moment of prolonged physical contact with Shadow. Now, while Shadow’s shoulder is still kind of smushed upwards, which could indicate stress in another circumstance, it seems to me here that this is mainly because Sonic’s hand is pulling it upwards slightly. (Although, I’m afraid it does appear to be the case that Sonic and Shadow are approximately the same height in Prime—remember, Shadow’s ears aren’t as perky right now as Sonic’s, and the ears are really the only height difference between them here.) Shadow’s expression, however, is honestly quite neutral. Despite his previous discomfort (part of which, I just realized, could be because Sonic essentially was pushing him off balance. Shadow was tilted pretty far to his left, which could be a little awkward of a position to be in, especially for an extended period of time), he doesn’t look bothered at all, instead just quietly existing in this situation. Most of the irritability in his expression comes from his angular eyes and his aforementioned “resting grumpy face”, honestly.

(I couldn’t find any gif that includes this next part—probably because the camera cuts away from Sonic and Shadow here for a moment to show the general confusion of the Shatterverse folks—but when it cuts back, Shadow is still standing there with Sonic’s arm around him. Heck, he looks willing to continue standing there for however long Sonic stays next to him, only pulling away when Nine comes back and makes noise, reminding everyone that we’re in the middle of a battle for everyone’s survival here. And when he does pull away, Sonic is dragged with him, which is probably mostly for laughs, but does also imply that a) he was holding onto Shadow pretty tightly and b) he wasn’t expecting to have to let go even AFTER Nine made himself known.)

This post is long enough already (and I drafted it when I could've been going to sleep, because the force of Sonadow infected me), so I won't be doing the "Shadow saves Sonic" scene just yet (unless a lot of people want to see that). For now, though, thanks for bearing with me throughout my descent into madness over these two. And if you want me to take a look at other gifs, feel free to send them my way or put them in a reblog and I'll see if I can make the time to analyze them!

#sonic the hedgehog #shadow the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #sonadow #sonic prime season 3 #LOOK AT THE PRECIOUS BOYS #I LOVE THEM #brief postscript:#my opinion on sonic prime is that while some of the character arcs were a bit rushed #the *characterization* overall was fantastic #so there's my two cents if anyone's interested!

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fireinthefireproofvault · 2 months ago

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Hammelburg University Chapter 1 (Hogan's Heroes College AU)

(My first Hogan's Heroes fic 🥳 Nothing too deep or revolutionary, just wanted to have some silly fun! This chapter is mostly just introductions and setup before we really get started hehe~)

For all they said about Germany, they sure had nice labs. The H.U. laboratory spaces were nothing like the little rooms with chipped white-painted tables and a few beakers and microscopes back in Indiana community college. Real equipment walled the whole place and even sat as decoration if the spectrometer on the professor's desk was anything to go off of. Heck, that was the most advanced spectrometer Andrew had ever seen, not that he'd ever really seen one in person before. But if he had, he was sure it wouldn't be as fancy as that. Too bad they wouldn't need it for this class.

This class. At the thought, he gulped, nerves shooting back up, but they were quickly interrupted by the scrape of the chair at his side. Oh boy, a neighbor! Lab partner! Little guy. Short dark hair and dark eyes. Neatly kept. All his pencils were lined up and his textbook looked positively immaculate. Must be smart.

"Some class this is gonna be, huh? I'm a little scared, to be honest."

"Don't tell me you took this class as an elective." Snippy as the words, lightly accented, could have been, they were delivered with humor and a smug little smile that had Andrew smiling back.

"No way! I'm a Chem major. I have to take stuff like this the whole time. I had my choice for this slot, so I thought 'why not biochem?' It's the kind I know the least about. What about you?"

"For my major, too, though I had no choice in the matter. All the medical majors need a good foundation."

"Medical? Wow, are you going to be a doctor?"

"In a sense," the little guy smiled again, this one devoid of humor in lieu of something sweeter and more idealistic, "Veterinary Science."

"Ooh, that's great! My aunt had a great vet when her dog got sick- said it made all the difference in the world. Gave him five stars on Yelp and everything! Bet you'll get five stars too one day."

"There's just one little hurdle to get past."

"What's that?"

"I still faint at the sight of blood."

The classroom was pretty standard. Close enough to what they had back in the States and clearly set up for the debates that Robert so anxiously looked forward to. Big part of why he was a law student, after all. Not one, but two podiums stood eyeing down the sea of chairs waiting for their chance to see their bearers take the stage, verbally and psychologically duking it out.

As it stood, first class was always for introductions. Assessing the strengths and weaknesses of all the other students. A cursory glance around the already-filled seats found Robert a fun one, urged his feet forward to the seat he’d claim for the semester’s duration.

Eager look. Short, dark hair prematurely thinning a little bit. Pity. Black hair, blue eyes, proud features made infinitely more haughty by, of all things, a monocle. Slight upturn in the nose working with the tiny lens and its accompanying squint to paint the picture of one attending a prestigious university on daddy’s money. Oh, yes, Robert liked the looks of this one.

“Lemme guess— long line of lawyers?”

The young man looked startled, tilted his head with puzzlement as he fixed Rob with a good straight-on look for the first time, taking in his mild, quizzical smile and cheekily raised brows before raising his own.

“How did you know?”

Nailed it. His voice managed to come across simultaneously confident and wavering. Money. German accent, too— perhaps a Hammelburg native? No, not with clothes that nice. That turtleneck was practically hand-tailored the way it hugged his lean figure. Probably Berlin.

“All the best lawyers go here,” Robert pointed out, “And who better to usher in the next generation than the guys who already made their millions? Robert Hogan, by the way. Friends just call me Hogan.”

“Wilhelm Klink.” The young man opposite Robert straightened. Paused. One moment, two. A wide smile. “Friends just call me Klink.”

“Sure they do,” Rob smiled back, giving a little shake of his head, “The gang back in Berlin?”

Repeat performance. “How did you know?”

“I’m psychic. Would you like me to read your palm next?”

“Need some help with that?”

Peeling his eyes from the teetering textbook-student union tray-starbucks spread between both arms, Kinch was met with the sight of a guy in a long blue coat and, curiously, sporting a watch on each wrist. Cocking an eyebrow, he smiled coolly.

“Sure, if you don’t mind grabbing the starbucks.”

“Heading to a table?”

Judging by the accent, the timepiece connoisseur was a bloke from England. Hammelburg University boasted a surprising number of international students. Students like Kinch himself, not that Mister Fish and Chips had as much to prove.

“Yeah,” Kinch nodded, “Any by the wall?”

“Your wish is my command.” Waving a hand, the brit guide-dogged Kinch to the edge of the student union, spilling not a drop of his starbucks even as he swept all the trash and napkins off the table with a flourish, holding up a finger. “But for a price. I need the outlet, too.”

“Be my guest.”

“Good thing I’ve got an hour here. My phone’s almost dead,” he remarked as he plugged in.

“Me too,” Kinch told him, “I don’t suppose you’re in Econ 1?”

Those big blue eyes widened alongside the grin beneath them. “Well, how do you like that? Have you bought your textbook already? If so, have I got a proposition for you. Peter Newkirk, by the way.”

“The artist formerly known as James Kinchloe.”

It was Peter’s turn to cock an eyebrow at that.

“Everyone just calls me Kinch,” the aformentioned ‘artist’ added with a shrug and a sip of his German starbucks, “Now I don’t suppose your proposition has anything to do with sharing a textbook, does it?”

“I like to think of it more like ‘joint study sessions’. A little symbiotic relationship, if you will.”

Kinch grinned. “Save that for biology— you’ve already got yourself a deal.”

“Thank you,” Peter rested a hand over his heart, “For saving me from a life of crime downloading illegal PDFs. That’s the gateway, they always say.”

“I thought that was weed.”

“Yeah, well, I already tried that and I didn’t like it very much.”

“Really? You?”

“Yeah, don’t like the smell much and it made me a little too— Oi, wait, what’s that supposed to mean?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Your ring, of course. Everything else you have is the same as mine.”

“What about it? It’s a family crest!”

“Quite ostentatious.”

“Like your sweater isn’t designer!”

“I never said it wasn’t. You might notice that it is only solid grey, though.”

The young man frowned. Glanced down and then back up with those suspiciously narrowed brown eyes. Said nothing, of course.

Albert tried again, extending an olive branch he didn’t particularly mind the acceptance status of. “Prosecution?”

This time, a tight smile. “Of course.”

“Then we have that in common. Albert.”

Albert extended a hand, his seatmate took it. “Wolfgang.”

“And what are those two in front of us doing? It looks like…a palm reading?”

“Would you two knock that off?” Wolfgang hissed at the students seated at the desk directly in front of them, knocking their joined hands apart with his.

The guy in the leather jacket, the one who’d been tracing a finger over the lines of the other’s in a clear display of bullshit, shrugged and fixed Wolfgang with a devil-may-care smile.

“Why, you wanted your turn?”

Had this been a cartoon, Wolfgang would surely have had one of those little veins drawn upon his forehead. “The professor just walked in!”

“Ah,” Leather Jacket nodded, tilting his head in mock thought, “You’re right. I should do him next— might get me some extra credit.”

Snickering to himself, Albert gave one final glance between Wolfgang and Leather Jacket and shook his head. Wouldn’t this be a fun semester?

The paths between buildings—towering, old, and stone—were immaculately paved and clean. Not a wad of gum or piece of trash in sight, at least not where Robert and Wilhelm exited their class. Only smooth, evenly spaced light grey stones to greet his boots with each tap toward the student union. They’d even put in flower beds along the way, filled with bright blue cornflowers of all things. Ugh. Robert shook his head before glancing back Wilhelm’s way.

“Hey, how about an after-class starbucks? My treat.”

“But you came in with a starbucks,” Wilhelm protested.

Robert shrugged. “Yeah, but the barista was so hot, I’m kinda hoping she’s still working. Campus sure knows how to make their money.”

“She was… that pretty, huh?”

“Gorgeous. Enough to give anyone a caffeine addiction.”

“Alright, if you really want to spend your money on me, who am I to say no? Lead the way,” Wilhelm replied, sweeping a hand toward the student union.

“And lemme guess, your usual’s a venti with a lot of add-in shit?”

“Hazelnut syrup is not shit!”

“Sure, man,” Robert smirked, sticking his hands in his jacket pockets, “Sure.”

He watched Wilhelm stew in his thoughts— whatever those were— all the way up that neat trail and between the great glass union doors. All up those old wooden steps, heavy and sturdy beneath the weight of every student passing through them. Starbucks awaited at beyond the stairwell’s open arms. Those and the long-ass line winding out the doors and nearly out to the study tables.

“Long line.”

“I see that.”

“If you wanna pass the time, we could finish your palm reading,” Robert offered, extending his hand.

Squinting down at it, then back up into his eyes, Wilhelm said, “Forget it” and promptly pulled out his phone. iPhone 16. Tch. Leaning over his shoulder when they shuffled forward in line, Robert watched a tiktok alongside him. One of an older guy playing a classical violin.

“He’s good,” he remarked with a nod down to the screen, “You like the violin?”

Pulling his phone away, turning it off and sliding it into his pocket, all while maintaining firm eye contact, Wilhelm broke into a proud grin. “Like it? I play it. I’m a music minor.”

“Oh, yeah? Do you have any videos of yourself playing?”

What followed was an entire caffeine-and-sex-driven shuffle into corporate coffee purgatory soundtracked by the pained cries of a tortured violin cradled beneath the loving grip of Wilhelm, who for the first time Robert wondered at the possibility of deafness.

“So? What do you think?”

“I think you’re next to order,” Robert deflected, scooting him closer to the counter, where a second, different hot barista stood, “Go get ‘em, tiger.”

“Wait,” Wilhelm floundered, turning back, “What do I say?”

“Venti with three pumps of extra shit, remember?”

“One venti with three pumps of extra sh- Hmph!” Wilhelm waved a hand. “Who needs you?”

“Her, if I’m lucky,” Robert shot back with a smile and a nod to Hot Barista Two, whose name tag read Hilda, “One grande Americano…”

“For the grande Americano?” Wilhelm mocked, arms crossed tight along his turtleneck.

“Hey, I like that! Mind if I steal it?”

Hilda giggled, asking Wilhelm to repeat his order one more time before taking their pay and waving them off.

“What, do you follow all those ‘how do you open’ accounts on twitter?”

“Stick with your violin videos, that’s all weird incel shit.”

“Weird incel sh— whoa!”

Before the two of them could even bustle past the line and find a table, someone had bumped into Wilhelm, sending a bit of his venti hazelnut mocha splattering onto his loafers.

“Dummkopf! These are expensive,” he whined, waving a pitiful hand over them instead of acting.

Handing him a napkin, Robert got a good look at the guy who’d crashed into them. Big guy, tall and broad-shouldered. Just broad in general. Large hands held at his sides, he peered down with wide blue eyes at Wilhelm’s wealthy angst.

“I was not trying to! I swear I just wanted to go find a table. I did not even see you! I saw nothing! I did not even see my own feet.”

“Yeah, I bet. You’re fine. Wanna come sit with us?”

“Robert,” Wilhelm was still whining, “Why?”

“Answered your own question, buddy,” Robert responded, slinging an arm around him and standing him back up, marching their little troupe of three over to the array of tables, all of which seemed to be occupied by study groups, couples, and the like.

“’ey, Schultzie, looking for a table?”

The voice, eager and British, belonged to a guy in blue who was wearing two watches for some reason. Sat across from him was a guy about the same age, handsome and dark-skinned, clad in a jacket and beanie, and seemingly working on a mustache.

“Friends of yours?”

“Yes,” the big guy replied with a smile, “From my Econ class!”

“Look at us,” Robert said, arms still around both German students as he marched them over, “Day One and already a big happy family.”

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itstokkii · 2 months ago

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A Week with Turkitty: Day 3

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3

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It was midday. Uzbekistan was busy cooking lunch for the both of them, insisting on making something the both of them could eat. She settled on cooking dymdama, as it was simple and relatively quick.

Turkey paced around back and forth, bored out of his mind. He needed to do something! He needed to bother someone!

All of a sudden, the door opened, and a whole family began to pour through the doors.

“Auntie, it's been a while!” The father waved at Nargiza.

“Botir? Is that you? Uzbekistan, who had just finished cooking their meal, rushed out of the door to see the child she had babysat years ago, now grown with his own kids.

“Oh my, you've grown so big! Look at you!” She squished his cheeks before turning to his children.

“Hello, little ones! You know, when he was your age, I’d help his mother take care of him when she was busy! He was this small,” she held a hand up to her waist, “And now he's the tallest! He's grown so much…”

“Auntie, I visited you just 2 years ago…” Botir awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck.

“I know that! But at that time you had just finished your master's! Still a young boy. And besides, you didn't even bring your kids that time! Now come inside! We're having tea as I show your kids what they looked like when they were your age!”

“WHAT?! AUNTIE!”

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Sadik watched as the Nargiza led the man and his two children to the living room.

"Oh, I didn't know you had a cat! What's its name?"

"Ahaha... Um..." She racked her brain, thinking about a cover name for Turkey.

"...Sadik?"

"Ah, so it's a boy!" Botir carefully handled Turkey and set him on his lap.

Oh no…

Turkey internally chuckled as he looked at the photos she was passing through in her album.

Seems like everyone’s having a riot…except for Botir.

Turkey was right about that. His son and daughter were giggling and asking Uzbekistan all kinds of questions about their father. In the meantime, Botir covered his hands with his face, absolutely embarrassed.

“And this is the time when your father accidentally fell into the stream!” Uzbekistan pointed at a photo of a young boy looking absolutely pissed. Botir’s kids howled with laughter upon witnessing the photo of their dad, frustrated as his hair and clothes stuck to his skin.

“I knew the stream was quite shallow, so I wasn’t too worried. Ahaha! He looks so angry here, don’t you think? I dried him with a towel afterwards and gave him some warm milk with honey, so he didn’t catch a cold…”

As she flipped through the pages and joked around with Botir and his children, Turkey realized just how little he knew about her. He had rarely seen her with her own people. Heck, he didn’t even know she liked babysitting! Based on the photos of other children he had seen in her album, Botir wasn’t the only one she had taken care of when he was little.

There were pictures of children eating ice cream and sitting on a bench, playing on a swing, in a snegurochka costume in a New Year’s concert at kindergarten…who were then in their highschool uniforms, then graduating college, then in wedding dresses and ties…

…He couldn’t help but feel a pang of emotion in his heart.

Which was interrupted by Botir as he chuckled and watched Turkey stare at the current page.

“Huh, looks like the cat likes looking at these photos, too!”

His son and daughter whipped their heads back to look at the cat on their father’s lap, whose eyes were dilated as he looked at Uzbekistan waving at the camera in a fancy evening gown, next to a twenty-something year old Botir, who was in his wedding suit and tie.

"Auntie, can we play with him?" Botir’s son chirped. “Please?”

Uzbekistan stopped for a while and seemed to think about it. "Hmm..."

Uzbekistan, please...!

"I don't see why not. Make sure he stays in the house and be careful!"

OH GOD WHY…

"We will, thanks!"

Uzbekistan splashed a bucket of water on the floor of the courtyard to cool the house. She'd call the day productive. Despite the surprise visit by Botir and his children, she was able to check on her plants today. While talking to Botir about the current IT job he was working at in the city center, she picked some more cucumbers and tomatoes for the salad she would prepare alongside dinner(with Botir being her taste tester, of course). Her rose bushes and pomegranate trees were doing rather fine. She had to get rid of some weeds and a dead tree with her axe and hoe, however, which startled Turkey.

In all his years of knowing her, he had never once seen her use an axe to cut down a tree. Sure, it was tiny...maybe what he was really thinking was about how he'd never seen this domestic side of her. Until now, he had only seen her interact on such a close level with her siblings and the other post-Soviet countries, but she still carried herself with poise and grace throughout those meetings and galas.

But here he was now, staring at Uzbekistan talking to the grown man she had babysat as a child throughout his youth and chopping off unnecessary weeds…all while in the arms of Botir’s daughter, who was rocking him back and forth like a baby.

She wiped her hands on her apron and walked over to Turkey, who was tuckered out, lying face up on the tapchan. He was exhausted. Botir’s children had brought their pouch of marbles to play with Turkey, which was fun, he had to admit. But they were always picking him up and running around, and he was getting tired of going from place to place. The little kids never stayed in one place for too long.

The worst part? Uzbekistan found time out of her chores to pull out her phone and snap more photos and videos she was adding to her album, as well as the ever increasing "blackmail collection" she was sending the group chat daily.

But the sun set and Botir called his kids to go back home, who were reluctant to let go of Turkey, clinging onto him like he was their favorite teddy bear. Having his fair share of experiences of playing with kids, he couldn’t help but feel a bit sad for them too, their glassy eyes shimmering as they vowed to come see him and play with him again.

Uzbekistan set the bucket down and looked at Turkey, who looked like like he was going through something after those kids. Poor guy, he just wanted some peace and quiet…

“It’s been a long day. I’ll take a shower. Why don’t you take that time to get a catnap in, hmm?” She walked to her bedroom. “Meow if you need me.”

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Ah, nothing like a shower after a long day… Uzbekistan sighed pleasantly as she scrubbed the grime off her skin and washed her hair. She loved the feeling of coming out of the shower perfectly pristine. She was like a new woman, with a cleaner layer of skin, her long thick hair perfectly rid of grease and smelling like the freshest flowers. She hummed to herself, putting on her bathrobe…

Only to scream as she opened the door to her bedroom.

In the middle of her bed was an orange cat.

“T-Turkey! What are you doing here?!”

He let out a meow, knowing she wouldn’t be able to understand him anyway. I needed you. Then adding a meow that was him trying to replicate a wolf whistle. Wowie…

Turkey was about ten centimeters taller, so he was always looking down at her. This was the one time it was the other way around, and he would never regret it.

Drops of water ran down her body in rivulets, her face in a bright red as she averted her eyes and blinked at the wall across from her. Her long hair curled slightly, a lock draped across her chest, which was also incredibly–

“My eyes are up here, Sadik,” She sighed in a defeated tone. “Now will you please leave?”

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“Turkey, come here.” She patted the space on her bed next to her.

He flopped on the floor, lying as flat as a starfish. Not gonna.

She stood up and pulled him to her chest before sitting down in the living room, in front of the TV, and placing him on her lap.

“About Botir and his family, I should have told you…” she sighed and pet his back, “Uzbeks like to make surprise visits all the time. Sometimes to stay and chat, sometimes to borrow something…I'd hate it too, but the kids are so adorable I let it pass.”

He meowed in acknowledgement. I mean, the kids were pretty adorable…even if they were a bit too energetic..

“It must be frustrating, being turned into a cat…not being able to communicate exactly how you feel to anyone…Not even knowing when you'll turn back into normal… I'm sorry, Turkey!”

She gave him a tight hug, like she hadn’t seen him in twenty years.

Ah! Okay, okay, I got it. Wait, did you use rose scented body wash? You smell so…

Uzbekistan felt something vibrating against her shoulder.

“Are you purring?”

She looked at him to see him smiling with his eyes closed.

“Ah!!! You’re so cute…” She squealed, biting his cheek lightly, then pausing and realizing the weight of her actions.

I keep forgetting you’re not actually a cat…Hmph…

Meanwhile, Turkey was reeling as what she said about him looped in his mind over and over.

I’ve been called hot, handsome, and beautiful before. I’ve never heard cute…

Both extremely flustered but unwilling to let go or break away, they mustered their courage to focus on the soccer game on TV.

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#hetalia #aph uzbekistan #hws uzbekistan #aph turkey #hws turkey #nargiza yusufqizi #sadik adnan #tokki writes #turkuzbek

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smolwritingchick · 1 year ago

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The Bangtan Gal Chapter 29- Personal Trainer?

Chapter Summary: BTS and Jen promote their new album Dark & Wild. Jungkook invites Jen to work out with him.

Words: 3,000+

Genre: Jennie and Jungkook fluff at the end! JenKook!

Author's Note: Skipping the War of Hormone song (One of my all time favorite eras) during the Melon Premiere showcase was intentional. You'll see it in more detail in next chapter

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Back in Korea, BTS and Jen were on set to film Danger. For the music video, Jen wore shredded black jeans with a spiked leather jacket. The side of her hair was braided and the rest was out, in curls.

Playing around with the bat in her hands, she grinned at the Bangtan Bomb camera. "I got a bat! I'm bout to kick someone's ass!"

"Oh dear. Jennie's about to get angry. This is going to be funny!" J-Hope stood next to her, avoiding her playful attempts to hit him.

For the beginning scenes with J-Hope dancing, Suga playing basketball, Jimin punching the punching bag, Jungkook playing the piano, V against the mirror with scissors, Rap Monster sitting at a table and Jin walking around, it was Jennie's turn to film her opening scene.

With the piano playing in the background, the director advised her to look upset. With his vague orders, she decided to improvise.

"Action!"

Exhaling sharply, she slowly walked around with the bat on her shoulder. The cameras filmed her from every angle. Looking at her phone, she tossed it aside in frustration. Removing the bat from her shoulder, she swung it at the glass picture frames.

The frames flew off the table, shattering on the ground. Improvising, she decided to kick the table, knocking it down with a booming crash sound. After her deed was done, she dropped the bat, strolling away with the camera following her from behind.

"Good!"

She heard the director praise. A smile came across her lips as she bowed.

"That was stress relieving. Can I do that again?"

"Stress relieving? That was scary!" J-Hope grabbed onto her, shaking her for dear life.

"Was that what that was?" Suga approached the set. "I was taking a nap and then I heard a crashing sound."

Later, while the rest of the guys were filming their individual parts, Jennie was getting her makeup done, having tear stained makeup near her eyes.

"Haha, I look terrible. They did a great job with the makeup, it looks so real." She let the Bangtan Bomb camera take a closer look.

Walking back to the set, her surroundings resemble a bedroom. She sat down at the vanity as the cameras filmed her. Her curly hair is disheveled, as she glared at her appearance, in the mirror.

"I need more frustration, Jennie. How about you break the mirror?" The director suggested.

It was sugar glass, she would be fine.

Once they started filming again, a disgruntled Bangtan Girl slammed her hands on the table.

"Whoa! Who pissed her off!" Jimin watched on while J-Hope looked on, frightened at her expression change.

J-Hope murmured nervously, "I hope she never looks at me, like that."

Banging her fist against the mirror, Jen broke the glass. Standing up abruptly, she destroyed the vanity, tossing the chair against the wall and pulling down the vanity, onto the floor.

The next shot she was filmed was at the subway as she leaned against one of the poles. With the song blaring out in the background, she laughed sarcastically, just like in her verse.

"Okay, okay...now you're starting to piss me off..." She spoke with an annoyed expression at the camera. "You done talking? It's my turn to speak. Let me run it down for you boy, let's walk for a minute." She motioned the camera to follow her.

With a fan blowing at her, making her hair flow, she fiercely stares at the camera, starting to lip sync,

I'm in danger, huh?

I'm confusin, huh?

I'm testin' you?

In pain because of me?

I'm driving you crazy? It's the other way around

"The constant questions are dragging me down. Can't do anything with you breathin' down my neck. What the heck!" She pulled at her hair, looking exasperated. "I've had it up to here! My patience is thinning. It wouldn't be wise to keep this up. I highly recommend you Back up." She sized up the camera, shoving it away.

"She's improving, taking things more seriously." Rap Monster watched on, talking to the Bangtan Bomb camera. "I'm a proud leader, watching her grow."

"I'm a cutie but don't get it twisted. I'm not playing this he said/she said game anymore. I can't have time to myself? With my girls? With the fam? 30 missed calls. 25 messages. Enough is enough. Stop blowin' up my phone!" She tossed her phone away in frustration.

"Keep this up, what we have is gonna end." She made a slicing motion to her neck. "Keep giving me all types of warnings but I'm callin' your bluff. What are you gonna do to me?" She extended her arms out, awaiting what's the come.

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'Melon Premiere Showcase'

"The first full-length album contains 14 songs. Please tell us a little bit about the album." The MC asked.

"It's our first full-length album since our debut two years ago, finally." Rap Monster answered to loud cheers. "We participated in the producing so it shows more of our color and how our music has matured."

"I see, you said your music has matured. It's time to hear about these 14 mature songs. All of them are new, right?"

"Yes, the first track is called Intro:What am I to you?" J-Hope mentioned and had some funny banter with Rapmon

"Our next song is Let Me Know which was pre-released, recently," Suga spoke as part of the song played. "When we pre-released this song, it was a supermoon day. And it rained a little so the weather fit the song very well. This song is kind of different. You might think, 'BTS can do this

kind of music, too?' it's an honor we got to let you hear it early."

"Let Me Know is Suga's work, he produced it. He also directed all our vocals for the song and directed Jennie's guitar playing for the song." Jin added

"Would you say Suga is a musical genius?" The MC asked Rapmon. The crowd began to chant yes.

"Well, we're on air live so you can't lie. If we weren't live I would say that I am but I'm not." Suga answered.

"I have no idea how many ears are listening." Rapmon laughed

"I'm no genius, folks."

When requested to sing Let Me Know, the members get in position. Jen stood with the vocal line, in between Jungkook and Jimin. Standing in front of the mic and stand, the lights were faded. A bright light landed on V, while the rest of the members stood in the dark.

With her guitar in her hands, Jen slowly played the notes, maintaining a smooth sound for the song.

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

sungandanwiro nungaen

ttukttukttuk biga goyeo (nega goyeo)

nega goyeo

summan swieodo nega boyeo

sarangeun beotkkoccheoreom

pyeotdaga swipge jineun ge matnabwa

kkumkkuneun geotcheoreom urin bulkkoccheoreom

tatdaga jaeman namge dwaetjanha

ara nega ilbangjeogeuro naerin gyeollon

ne son ne mom jeokdoboda tteugeowotdeon

neoui ongijocha sarajin seonyurwieseo

nan gyesokhaeseo jejari dodoripyo

machimpyo geueojin akbowie na hollo dolgo isseo

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

hamkkehan dajim eodiro

sigangwa hamkke sarajigo

ibyeorui hime muneojin domino

machi julliet & romio

neomu tteugeopge neol johahangeonji

neowa nae ongiga an sikhyeojiji

ijewa dorikyeo neowaui pilleum

oh I gotta need a ne saenggakgwa

jigeum neon naui bamui byeoreul gajyeoga

najui haereul gajyeoga

gyeolguk nameun geon hana

chan gureume eoduumman

geurae mannamdo isseumyeon

heeojimdo isseul georaneun beop

"Never ever." She harmonized with J-Hope.

geuge museun beobideun eogigo sipeo

seuseuro oemyeon

neoege choemyeon

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

With the light shining on her, she looked up and began to sing.

I see right through him; those fake smiles are so obvious

Never seen him like this before, I feel so helpless

He tells me he's all right but I can tell he's hurting

Girl, do you have any idea what you've done?

Why won't you tell him anything when you know it's over?

What you're doing is not right, he don't deserve this

Just tell him so the suffering can end

So, he can be happy

So, I can see that smile on his face once more

As the light fades down on her, V sang,

mamuri doen i seonyul wieseo

na hollo beotigo isseo

ijen naege malhaejwo

kkeutnatdan geol LET ME KNOW

With the light shining on her again, she strummed along on her guitar while singing the chorus.

Girl let him know

Although you already know everything is over

Although you're over him

Girl let him know

Tell him something

He just wanna know

Know know

He just wanna know

Know know

His lingering feelings are trying to withstand the end

So please tell him something

Girl let him know!

eojjeom urin da babo meongcheongiilji molla

imi da kkeutnan sarang hanajjeum ango saljanha

mami inneun geon anya

doel su eopdan geotdo ara

geunde gakkeumssik chwihan deusi wae

chehan deusi dasi

meorissogeseo teojilgeotcheoreom ulkeok ollawa

nal tohage mandeune

sangsangsogeseo neowa ssaugowa

hwahaehago neol ihaehae

ne sonjit ne nunbit

huimihande wae sarajijin anheulkka

sarajijin anheulkka wae

sarajijin anheulkka

GIRL LET ME KNOW GIRL LET ME KNOW

imi da kkeutnan geon algo itjiman

miryeonirado namji ankeman

GIRL LET ME KNOW

mworado malhaejwo

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW

(know, I just wanna know~)

(I JUST WANNA)

KNOW KNOW KNOW (know~)

miryeoni machimpyo apeseo beotigo isseo

geureoni mworado naege malhaejwo

GIRL LET ME KNOW

(LET ME KNOW)

After playing the last chords, Jen felt accomplished for playing it successfully for their performance.

"Great job." Namjoon patted her on the back.

"Our title song, Danger, is actually connected to Boy in Luv." Jin explained. "So, in Boy in Luv, we make it clear that we'd like to be your oppa, your man, so after that, we made it happen, we start dating but it feels like we're the only ones in love. The girl doesn't seem like she's loving me back. So, we figure we better warn her that this relationship is in danger. That's why the title is danger."

"Danger! This is also where the girl is pissed at the guy!" Jen added. "Danger is an intense song. I believe it's aggressive, don't you agree?" She looked at the members, who nodded in agreement.

"We worked really, really hard on this album. So, all the songs, but all 14 have our souls melted into them." Rap Monster pointed out. "Please listen to the whole album. This is Dark & Wild, BTS."

You in danger

maennal ireon shik

neoneun neo naneun na neoye gongshik

haendeuponeun jangshik

na namchini matgin hani? I'm sick

wae sukjecheoreom pyohyeondeureul mirweo

uri museun Business? anim naega shireo?

deong deong digi deong deong

jom salgaweojeora oneuldo tto jumuneul bireo

urin pyeonghaengseon

gateun goseul bojiman neom dareuji

nan neobakke eomneunde

wae neo bakke inneun geonman gateunji

kkonghamyeon neon mureo "ppicheonni?"

nal ppichige haetteon jeogina isseonni?

neon gwiyomi nan jimonmi

saenggigil niga deo saranghaneun gijeogi

neon naega eomneunde nan neoro gadeukae

michil geot gata Whoa whoa

geunde wae ireoneunde wae babol mandeureo

na ije gyeonggohae hetgallige haji ma

jangnanhae neo? dodaeche naega mweoya?

manmanhae Uh? nal gatgo noneun geoya?

neo jigeum wiheomhae wae nareul shiheomhae?

wae nareul shiheomhae? hetgallige haji ma

jangnanhae neo? dodaeche naega mweoya?

manmanhae Uh? nal gatgo noneun geoya?

neo jigeum wiheomhae wae nareul shiheomhae?

wae nareul shiheomhae? hetgallige haji ma

neo ttaeme neomu apa

hetgallige haji ma

neo naege neomu nappa

hetgallige haji ma

Letting out a low sarcastic laugh, Jen shook her head, making her way to the middle. The guys stare at her with angry expressions. Waving their angry looks away with her hand, she spoke, "Okay, okay..." She angrily turned to them. With a hard tone, she snapped, "Now you're startin' to piss me off."

"You done talking?" She raised a brow. "It's my turn to speak. Let me run it down for you, boy, let's walk for a minute." She walked to the middle while they stood behind her. Leaning from side to side, she sang,

I'm in danger, huh?

I'm confusin, huh?

I'm testin' you?

In pain because of me?

I'm driving you crazy? It's the other way around

Getting her arms held back by J-Hope and V, she leaned back.

The constant questions are dragging me down

Can't do anything with you breathin' down my neck

She escaped their hold, shoving them both away. Running her hands through her hair, she continued her verse.

What the heck!

I've had it up to here!

My patience is thinning

It wouldn't be wise to keep this up.

I highly recommend you Back up

The boys jumped back like they were pushed by her. Walking forward, Jimin stood face to face with her, crossing his arms, while she pointed at him.

I'm a cutie but don't get it twisted

I'm not playing this he said/she said game anymore

I can't have time to myself? With my girls? With the fam?

30 missed calls

25 messages

Enough is enough

Stop blowin' up my phone!

Keep this up, what we have is gonna end

Keep giving me all types of warnings but I'm callin' your bluff

What are you gonna do to me?

She shoved him back, getting into the next dance position as they successfully continued the song.

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The next day, during the afternoon, Jen came back from the kitchen after doing the dishes, to see her phone blowing up. Picking it up, the texts were revealed to be from Jungkook as she let out a soft laugh

JK: Wanna work out with me? [3:11 pm]

JK: pleassseeee? [3:16 pm]

JK: i have smarties [3:16 pm]

JK: Jennieeeeee [3:18 pm]

Jen: WOW!! you're gonna bribe me with smarties? [3:20 pm]

JK: Is it working? [3:20 pm]

Pondering about the last text, she let out a sigh. Working out sounded like fun since she did want to start getting abs and tone up. And being with him would even be more entertaining.

Jen: ....yes [3:21 pm]

JK: so that means you'll come to the gym with me? [3:21 pm]

Jen: Fine. I'll go [3:22 pm]

JK: woo hoooo! I'll be back at the dorm in 20 minutes! Be ready! [3:22 pm]

Putting on black gym pants, a bright green sports bra and loose white tank with her Nikes, Jen chilled on her bed until it was time to go.

"Hey! You all set?" She heard a cheerful voice as she looked up to see Jungkook wearing a white loose muscle shirt and black shorts.

"Let's roll!"

When they arrived at the gym, there weren't a lot of people there, so they agreed to take advantage of using all the equipment, they could. Before working out, they take a quick selfie, throwing up peace signs.

Jen posted it on their Twitter, tweeting, 'Gym day! Road to abs here I come! Stay cool ARMYs! It's hot outside. #Jen'

ARMYs, being sharp, noticed that Jen and Jungkook were wearing similar rings and caused speculation.

'Do you guys notice that they're wearing the same rings?'

'So what if they are! They're best friends! Friends wear things like that'

'Why are they wearing the same ring!?'

'I like their rings! It's cute!'

'If they're dating, I ship them. Is that wrong? They look cute!'

'How do you know if they're just best friends? They could be dating!'

'Guy and a girl take a selfie, then they're automatically dating? I see how this goes.'

'Friends wear friendship rings!'

'Oh my God, just leave them alone!'

'But Jungkook is always so happy around her!'

'Because Jennie makes him happy! That's what friends do! Make each other happy! Dating or not, I'm happy that Jungkook is happy'

'Um, boys can be friends with girls too! She's friends with all the members, obviously. What's the problem?'

'I want evidence and proof that they're dating! Not speculation!'

'Guys, Jennie confirmed at KCON that they're best friends and they wear friendship rings!'

'Yeah! Jungkook was the one who gave her the rings in the first place!'

'There! Now stop harassing her! Leave munchkin alone!'

'She's so lucky...I wish I had a best friend like Jungkook.'

'Leave the girl alone! She told me at KCON she's not ready to date at her age, anyway!'

'We'll see when she gets older!'

'Jennie told me she's too busy for dating at the moment, at KCON! No one's dating each other'

'I wish I could be Jennie's best friend! I bet she's fun to be around. She's so kind.'

'So they're not dating??'

'Ahhh but she's dating Jimin! JenMin shippers where ya'll at!?'

'I seriously thought she was dating Jimin tho! What's going on??'

'Did I miss something???'

'Um, no! NamJen is better!'

'I honestly prefer her with Jin.'

'If it had to be any member she would date, I have my eyes set on her dating Tae! Taennie FTW!'

'Are we really shipping her with the members, right now? No one is dating!'

'Yet!'

After stretching, Jungkook went right into his workout, while Jen looked around, wondering what she should do first. Deciding to pick up a random dumbbell that she assumed she could pick up, she groaned and dropped it down.

"Too heavy...ugh, I can't do this."

"Yes, you can. I'll guide you."

She heard Jungkook say from behind. She turned around to see him picking up the weight and placing it back on the rack.

"Jungkook, the personal trainer." She let out a chuckle.

"I can be if you want."

"Huh? Oh, I was just joking. Don't worry about it." She waved his suggestion away.

"I wasn't joking." He clarified. "I don't mind being your workout buddy."

Taking in his request with consideration, she returned his smile. "Hm...'ight let's continue, shall we?"

"Let's start with the small weights and work our way up, okay?" He handed her a set of small dumbbells. "Follow me." He walked over to a vacant area, where they could work. He demonstrated with the large weights, flexing his arms, up and down with the weights.

She immediately felt the burn as she continued to mirror his movement. Meanwhile, Jungkook monitored her actions, nodding in approval as he continued.

"Jeez, just how strong are you?" She exclaimed after they finished.

"I can show you." He set the weights down. "Lay against my back while I do pushups." He kneeled on the ground and positioned himself in a pushup.

Reluctance in her voice, she shook her head, "I might be too heavy for you, Kook."

"Try me."

"If you fall down, I'll laugh." She laid against his back while he didn't feel phased. Back to back, looking up at the ceiling, she felt herself moving up and down. "The hell? H-HOW!?" She shouted as he continued easily going up and down with her weight.

Letting out a laugh, he continued his set of pushups. After he was done, she got off him, still mind-bogged.

Arching a brow, with a smirk across his face, Jungkook asked, "Impressed?"

"Are you human?" She joked.

"I think so." He let out another laugh. "Let's do some sit ups. I'll guide you."

"How many are we doing?"

"Three sets of 25." He holds down her feet while she lays on the ground.

"I'm bout to die today, Lord..."

"If you successfully do each set, I'll give you one smartie."

"Bribing me with smarties, again? Fine. I'll do it. But only one though?"

"One pack then,"

"Sounds like a plan,"

With Jungkook counting her sit ups, she sat up and down, inhaling and exhaling. She felt the burn and tightness in her stomach as she continued. Every time she sat up, she was met by Jungkook's bunny smile as he watched her.

Her efforts were rewarded after she earned a pack of smarties, just like he said. Walking up to the chin up bar, he let her stand on a chair to lift herself up as her chin was over the bar. When he removed the chair, she tried to stay in the position. Her arms were wobbly and only lasted 15 seconds when she let go.

"Ow..." She rubbed her arms.

"You'll last longer, trust me. Let's start doing lift ups." He demonstrated it, pulling himself up and down with ease. "I want you to do ten, for now."

"I'll try my best."

Gripping on the bar, she let out a soft grunt as she slowly lifted herself up.

"I got you." His warm, large hands were placed on her hips, holding her in place as she held on to the bar. He guided her up and down, three times before letting her go, so she could continue her own.

After the difficult, yet motivating workout session with Jungkook, Jen caught her breath, drenched in sweat as she laid on her back. Her chest rose up and down at a rapid rate, clearly exhausted. Jungkook, sweating, just as much as her, only panted slowly, used to working out.

"Please tell me we're done." He heard her gasp out.

He let out a quiet laugh and got on his feet. She grabbed his warm hand to help her up.

"Our workout is complete, Miss Bangtan. Congratulations, you survived!"

"Thank God...thank you. I know I'm going to be sore tomorrow, thanks to you."

"No pain, no gain?" He grinned sheepishly.

Making their way outside, Jen took baby steps, thanks to the soreness of her legs. "My legs feel like jelly."

"You'll get used to it. Get on my back. I'll give you a piggyback ride, to the dorm."

"You sure? I'm sweaty." She gestured to her body.

"So am I. You're tired. I don't mind." He simply replied as he kneeled. She obliged, wrapping her arms around his neck. He stood up and put his arms under her legs, to hold her.

"Am I heavy?" She questioned as he began walking in the direction of the dorm.

"Nah, you're easy to carry."

"Am I?" She raised a brow. "Well, if that's the case, maybe I should get piggyback rides, more often."

Smiling to himself, he murmured, "I don't mind."

"For real?"

"It'll cost you."

She heard the grin in his voice. "All right, Kookie. How should I repay you?"

"I'll think about it and let you know."

"Well, in the meantime..." She decided to lean forward and kiss his cheek.

As soon as he felt her soft, thick lips on the side of his face, he felt his heart flutter. Her kiss took him by surprise, flustering him as he looked ahead, feeling shy.

Attempting to get over the shock, walking on, he realized how nice her kiss felt against his cheek as a shy grin appeared on his face.

"Thank you, Kookie. You're always so good to me." He heard her mumble against him. She hugged him tighter, getting comfortable as she dozed off, against his back.

Genuinely pleased, he whispered, "Anything for you."

#bts 8th member #the bangtan gal #jungkook x oc #jungkook fluff #jungkook fanfic #bts fanfic #bts #bangtan boys #bts female member #bts additional member #bts added member

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lucky-ladybugs-lovelies · 2 months ago

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When All the Paths Are Overgrown, 6/7

@week-of-silver-winds For Sephiroth Week, Day 6: Mourning

Sephiroth is sane, he and Cloud are friends, and Kefka decided to get his jollies by making Cloud forget Sephiroth.

I don't know how to fit Opera Omnia in with the other three Dissidia games since Sephiroth's behavior is completely different in Omnia versus the other three, yet all of the Dissidias must take place after the original game when Sephiroth is insane. So for now I've opted not to deal with the hot mess that is Omnia's place in the timeline, which is why Zack doesn't remember Dissidia things. Maybe they will remember those events later if I can figure it out. (It kind of seems like the only way to reconcile it is that it's different consciousnesses of Seph's in Omnia and the other games, which is getting pretty WTH weird. Don't know if I want to go there.)

Sephiroth was tense as he and Zack drove through the streets. The others had gone out looking as well, but so far no one had reported any success. At least, though, no one had reported any accidents either.

“. . . You don’t suppose Cloud would go to the company building,” Sephiroth frowned after a moment.

Zack blinked. “It’s hard to say what he’d do,” he said carefully. “But he might! We should check.”

As they drew closer to the downtown district, the strangeness on the roof did indeed become visible. Sephiroth leaned forward, staring out the window in shock. “There’s someone up there, hovering in the sky,” he realized.

“Huh?!” Zack looked out the opposite window. “Who the heck?!”

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed. “That’s where we need to go,” he said darkly. “Let’s hurry.”

“Do you know who that person is, Seph?” Zack asked.

“I’m not sure from this distance,” Sephiroth said. “But they have to be powerful. Most likely, they’re the one behind this mess.”

It seemed an eternity to drive to the company building, park in front, and go up the elevator. Zack couldn’t refrain from nervous fidgeting. Sephiroth held still, gripping the Masamune. What could be going on up there? Who was that? Did he know the person? If they had done this, why?

When they burst onto the roof, he stared in shock. “Kefka?!” That was not at all who he had pictured. But then his blood run cold. Kefka’s powers were about on his level. It made perfect sense for him to have been able to traverse dimensions and get here on his own. And considering what else Sephiroth remembered about the other man, suddenly everything else made perfect sense too.

“You know this clown?” Cloud was tense, staring down Kefka.

“Yes,” Sephiroth said, his heart sinking. Cloud still did not remember him or he would know Sephiroth knew.

“So what’s going on?!” Zack exclaimed. “I’m the odd one out here! I don’t know this guy, but I can already tell from you guys’ reactions that I won’t like him!”

“Oh, I’m crushed!” Kefka mocked.

“Explain later. Fight now,” Cloud retorted.

Zack handed him the fusion sword. “Okay then! Let’s do it!”

“Wait!” Sephiroth exclaimed.

But they were already going. They both charged Kefka at once. For a moment he pretended fear and indignation. “This is hardly fair!” But then his expression twisted grotesquely and he blasted out, striking both Zack and Cloud down at once. Zack yelled in pain, while Cloud grunted. Kefka cackled madly.

Sephiroth looked to his friends in concern. “Are you both alright?” He knew what Kefka was capable of. This was not a fight he would have wanted them all to get into if there was any way to avoid it. If he didn’t manage to kill Kefka in this fight, he would have to somehow throw him out of this world.

“We’re okay, Seph!” Zack said, looking to where Cloud was already sitting up. “Get him!”

“Your sword will be useless against me!” Kefka boasted. “I don’t fight with swords!”

“I know.” Sephiroth set the Masamune down against the door. He was blasting out with fire in the next moment.

Kefka countered with an ice attack, melting it. “You’ll have to do better than that, Sephy!” he laughed.

“Sephy?!” Cloud snorted.

Sephiroth wasn’t impressed either, but he was hardly going to bother addressing that childishness. “I don’t want this to drag on,” he said. He concentrated and his body glowed. In a moment he had transformed to the modified Safer form he had adopted on this world.

Cloud gawked. Now Sephiroth had seven wings on his back instead of just one—six white in addition to the one black—and he was dressed only in a black kilt. “What . . .”

“Oh, you’ve changed it again?” Kefka remarked. “This version doesn’t look as sinister as the others. I like sinister better!” He sneered.

“I can assure you, it’s still every bit as powerful,” Sephiroth replied.

Kefka snapped his fingers. Now his skin was purple and he also had wings. “Then let’s really take it for a joyride, shall we?!”

Sephiroth lifted into the sky to face him there. “You’ll regret what you did to Cloud,” he said darkly.

“What?! I didn’t tell you it was me!” Kefka pouted.

“Once I saw you, it wasn’t hard to figure out,” Sephiroth said. “You have the power to do it. And you probably thought it would be ‘fun.’”

“It has been!” Kefka boasted. “I love destroying lives any way I can!”

On the roof, Zack scowled immensely. “Man, this guy is disgusting. So we can’t use our swords? We’ve still got the few materia we brought from home!”

Cloud was of the same mind. “I want my memories back!” he yelled as he blasted with a Thunder materia.

Kefka was hit, but it barely phased him. “Really?” he mocked. “I should think you’d be glad to get rid of them! So much pain and heartache and sorrow! Most humans don’t like remembering such things!”

“I still remember them,” Cloud said darkly. “But I don’t remember him.” He looked to Sephiroth. “I want to remember again.”

Sephiroth looked back at him. Was Cloud saying that because he really wanted to remember Sephiroth, or just because he didn’t want any of his life kept from him?

Zack blasted at Kefka too. “Just fix it, or tell us how to!” he yelled.

“No!” Kefka struck out, sending Zack flying across the roof to hit hard against the glass-enforced railing.

“Zack!” Sephiroth cried. He gritted his teeth, flapping his strong wings to keep him aloft with the other winged man. Kefka cackled in delight, his wild eyes showing how much he was enjoying this, and how little remorse he held for harming Zack. The brunet was already getting up again, biting back a cry of pain.

"Seph!" he called. “I’m okay, really! Don’t worry about me!”

Sephiroth wanted to look down longer at his dear friend to make sure of that, but he did not dare take his attention away from Kefka.

"Already up?" Kefka remarked. "Oh, what a pity. I hoped he would just lay there."

"Zack will never give up," Sephiroth said, his voice dark. "Unless he physically can't move, he will never 'just lay there.'" His long hair blew out around him as they ascended higher. "But I have a problem of a different sort."

"Oh yes, you certainly do," Kefka sneered. "I'm still here!"

"My problem is that at any time I could kill someone with the full strength of my powers," Sephiroth said. "I have to work hard to keep them under control, unlike someone such as you, who delights in hurting others."

"You did too, once upon a time," Kefka laughed.

"I regained my mind," Sephiroth said, his voice cold. "You never have." Spreading his wings, he gave a mighty flap as he moved back. "And you claim to be such a good match for me, power-wise. You can take what I send at you, even if I cut loose and show you all of my strength."

"So we're throwing off the kiddie gloves at last?" Kefka grinned.

"You might not be so pleased when you're on the receiving end of this." Sephiroth's eyes narrowed. "Heartless Angel."

Kefka's eyes widened in shock and pain as the devastating attack hit him full force. “No fair calling your attack Heartless Angel!” he shrieked. “I have an attack called Heartless Angel!” Then he was plummeting downward, crashing onto the top of a car and then to the pavement. Sephiroth flew down near him, watching with narrowed eyes. Kefka was laying dazed on his back.

Until without warning a mad cackle burst forth from his lips.

"That was fun," he said. "I can see I was right about you, Sephy. You're a worthy opponent at last." He flew up to Sephiroth. “Let’s dance our mad dance of death in the skies until one of us drops!”

“When I win, you will fix what you did to Cloud and get out of this world,” Sephiroth replied, his tone still cold.

“You’ll have to make me!” Kefka cackled as he rose higher.

Zack watched worriedly as Sephiroth chased after him. “Seph, be careful!” he called. “This guy’s bonkers!”

Sephiroth gave a grim smirk. “Don’t I know it. I’ll be as careful as I can.” He flew into the gathering clouds.

Cloud scowled. “How can somebody that immature be so powerful?”

“It’s sure a deadly combination,” Zack sighed. “I know Seph’s got what it takes to beat him, but . . .” He gripped the buster sword. “I’m afraid he’s not going to come out of this well. He only ever takes on that stronger form when he knows things are gonna be bad. And I can’t think of a time he used it when he didn’t get seriously hurt.”

The clouds lit up from within as the two superpowered beings resumed their deadly magic duel.

Cloud watched uneasily. “And there’s nothing we can do from here on out?”

Zack shook his head. “I don’t think so. We’d just be in the way right now.” He leaned on the buster sword’s hilt. “I hate it, but that’s the truth.”

Cloud looked away. “I wish . . . I wish I remembered him.”

Zack gave a sad smile. “I wish you did too, Pal. I think you will, though. That creep couldn’t have the power to keep your memories blocked forever.”

In the clouds, Sephiroth was wearing down. At least, however, he could see Kefka was as well. With both of them going at full power, sending out Supernovas and Havoc Wings and other deadly attacks, they were more than evenly matched. But even at that, Kefka continued to brag and see himself as the best.

“Sephy, your new fear of harming others is holding you back!” he declared. “You’ve spent so much time just trying to stop me from torching all the buildings below us!”

“It’s not a ‘new’ fear,” Sephiroth responded coolly. “I always tried to protect others before I lost my mind. What about you? Were you ever different than you are now?”

Kefka waved a hand in a dismissive way. “In a long ago past, perhaps. But that’s all over and done with! I prefer who I am now!”

Sephiroth frowned. That sounded all too familiar. “That was how I felt when I was insane,” he said. “I thought I was free. It was only when I had my mind back that I realized how chained I’d been.”

“You think you’re free now, when you care so much about Cloud Strife and that other guy?” Kefka mocked. “Sephy, let’s really go no-holds-barred on this! Just how far will you go to stop me if I try to level this entire city block?!” Lightning crackled at his fingertips.

Something flickered in Sephiroth’s eyes. “Very well then. You leave me little choice.” He swept out with his hands, gesturing in the air. A protective bubble formed, sealing them within it.

Kefka scowled. “You’re no fun!” he whined, stomping his foot even though there was nothing to strike it on. The electricity flew from his hands, ricocheting off the bubble and striking both of them over and over.

Kefka was breathing heavily by the time the attack finished. “Why . . . did you seal yourself in with me?” he demanded. “You could have just put me in the bubble alone.”

“I am not going to run away from this fight,” Sephiroth replied. He was bent over, clutching his chest. That assault had badly hurt him, especially within the confines of the bubble. “I’m going to finish it.”

Kefka’s expression twisted in a cruel sneer. “Then it looks like we’re both going to die! I love it! It’s the ultimate destruction—two mad gods duking it out to the death!”

“I’m not a god,” Sephiroth said.

“Oh? Then what are you?” Kefka retorted.

“I’m just a man.” Sephiroth unleashed the final Supernova he had been charging during their conversation.

In such close quarters, the attack was fatally devastating on them both. The bubble shattered, irreparably damaged by the assault.

Sephiroth was barely able to keep himself aloft now. With the last of his strength, he struggled to open a portal under Kefka. “Fix what you did to Cloud,” he ordered.

Kefka grinned sadistically at him. “I can’t fix it,” he said. “You were willing to kamikaze yourself to get me? Well, if you don’t finish me off right now, I’m going to plow into the building below us, dying gloriously while unleashing one final assault that will bring the whole thing down with me!”

Sephiroth couldn’t trust that it was a bluff. Kefka surely didn’t have the strength for such a thing, but he might. Sephiroth forced the other back into the portal with one last fire blast. “Then get out of our world,” he said coldly. The portal snapped shut and he sealed it.

With the danger past and the adrenaline rush over, his wings gave out all at once. He plunged downward, unable to control his descent. “Zack . . . Cloud . . . I’m sorry,” he whispered.

His eyes closed before he hit.

Zack screamed when Sephiroth crashed onto the roof of the company building. “SEPH!” He ran over, falling to his knees next to his dear friend. “Seph, can you hear me?! Oh God . . . Seph . . . no. . . .” He blinked back tears, but there was no way to stop them this time. This wasn’t an illusion. If only it was! But this was real. Sephiroth’s body had completely given out after such a horrific fight. All of his wings were completely limp and his chest was still. He was dead.

Cloud was just standing numbly, staring at the scene. The fusion sword was still clutched in his hand. For a long moment he stood there, stone-still, watching as Zack tried and failed to revive Sephiroth and finally just gathered the man’s upper body in his arms, sobbing his heart out.

The fusion sword clattered to the roof. Cloud crashed to his knees, a bone-chilling scream tearing from his throat. Zack had only heard Cloud scream like that one other time—when he himself had died on that lonely hill by Midgar.

He shut his eyes tightly. “Oh Buddy . . . I’m sorry.”

Cloud was sobbing now too, crawling over to them on the roof. “Sephiroth! Sephiroth, wake up! WAKE UP! You said you’d always come back if I remembered!” He lowered his head onto Sephiroth’s bare shoulder. “I remember. I remember, so why aren’t you coming back?! Why . . .” He cried, hugging Sephiroth and Zack both.

Zack clutched both Sephiroth and Cloud, tears still slipping from his eyes. Could Sephiroth come back from this? He had never died fighting someone so on-par with his own skills before. His body was completely spent.

But . . .

He still had a body to come back to. Maybe . . . maybe if they gave him more time . . .

“Come on, Pal,” Zack whispered to Cloud. “Let’s get him home.”

Cloud shuddered and nodded numbly. “I forgot him,” he said hopelessly. “Just like I forgot you when you died. Why . . . why do I keep forgetting people who mean the most to me?!”

“Hey.” Zack laid a firm hand on Cloud’s shoulder. “It wasn’t your fault either of those times. With me, you had a nervous breakdown! With Seph, Kefka deliberately blocked your memories. Cloud, you just can’t blame yourself for those things! Seph would never want you to.”

“But . . . now he’s dead.” Cloud looked hopelessly at the man’s body. All the wings were so still. . . .

“That’s not your fault either, Cloud,” Zack said.

“In a way it is. He was trying to save me.” Cloud stared sorrowfully. Sephiroth looked more sad than at peace. He hadn’t wanted to die. He hadn’t deserved to die.

“I’m not giving up on him yet.” Zack gave Cloud a sad smile. “Come on. Let’s get him home and . . . pray for him or something.”

“. . . You think God would help him?” Cloud looked skeptical. It was hard to forget that back on Gaia, it often hadn’t seemed like there was a god. Sephiroth had certainly been agnostic about it, and later had tried to set himself up as the Planet’s god in his insanity. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that the God of this world had welcomed him in, as Zack had told Cloud He had.

But Zack’s smile only deepened now. “Yeah,” he said fervently. “I think He would. Seph deserves to be helped. He saved us, and really, the whole world from a disaster! Man, I hate to think what could have happened if that creep had taken over. So let’s go home and keep believing in Seph. Okay?”

Cloud finally nodded. Maybe not so much because he really believed Sephiroth would come back, but because he couldn’t stand to believe he wouldn’t.

“Okay.”

#sephirothweek #fanfiction #sephiroth #cloud strife #zack fair #kefka #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 6 #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vi #dissidia #hurt/comfort #amnesia

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asiadoesstuff · 2 years ago

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Ok then.

Calling all my Fandroid Theory Enthusiasts!!: @splat1987 @1dklikesthings @bluartist @pawsometoons @bugsinspace @killer-arcade @roseverdict @therealdragongirl12 @crossover-fraternity !!

So, the Recent Livestreams…

I’m gonna theorise the heck outta these.

25/3/23

So, the 1st Live…

Before the Live started, there was a poll. It was titled “Lore?” With two options: Yes and No. The Poll’s results ended with Yes having 96% of votes, whilst No had 3% of the votes.

The Live starts. Fandroid and Melody appear to be playing an Obby Game. Everything seems normal; everybody in the chat is asking if there’s any Lore, and debating if they’ve been tricked.

At some point, a message from Chat is read out, about Target. Then Fandroid goes onto talking about a trip he took to Target; he hit himself on something, saying he “hurt his leg-bone.”

Robots don’t have bones. In fact, Fandroid pointed that out himself in the chat.

The Chat starts discussing. A popular theory that was made in these 5 minutes was the Fandroid on the Live is an “impostor.” (I swear if anyone says anything remotely related to Among Us…)

The Stream carries on. After a bit, Fandroid posts another message in Chat.

Business Bot has been missing for a week, apparently. Chat eats this up like a fine meal.

The Stream goes on, Fandroid saying some things which aren’t specifically Note-Worthy, but you know…

After a while, Fandroid & Melody leave the Obby game they were playing and join ‘Shovelware’s Brain Game’. Around halfway-through the round, Fandroid sends this into the Chat. And it sounds good! (At first…)

…Oh.

That doesn’t seem too good.

So Business Bot is gone, and Fandroid found one of his wheels. Either Business Bot accidentally smashed his wheels off, or something must’ve done this. Most probably the second one, since from what I know, Business Bot doesn’t leave his station, and there’s not really anything that could cause this type of damage near it.

…And it seems Business Bot’s disappearance isn’t the only one.

So something’s kidnapping the robots; It couldn’t be humans, because Fandroid already established all the humans are dead. Who could it be?

Cue a couple more silly (/pos) comments from Fandroid, which I will not attach here because there is a limit to how many images you can attach.

Stream goes a while without any Comments from Fandroid.

Then Fandroid sends something to the chat. It isn’t anything important, it’s just… surprising.

?????

Huh???

Anyways…

After 3 minutes of silence from the Fandroid Account, it sends something again.

That’s good! And hey; we know Frogbot’s still here!

Anyways…

Whatever’s taken Business Bot either: Dismantled him, or didn’t need his wheels. For what reason? I don’t know…

Info about the Holodeck!

There’s one thing that’s putting me off, though…

Why is Fandroid talking in 3rd Person?

Anyways: Stream carries on, and there’s nothing Note-worthy from Fandroid for the next 32 minutes.

But I just wanted to say…

…Language Fandroid. 😡 (/lh)

Anyways…

After a while, the Stream comes to an end. It was fun! And Loreful! Everyone is saying goodbye!…

…But it doesn’t end.

Fandroid & Melody start speaking about something, that they assumed was Private. But, we heard everything…

Here’s the Clip of Fandroid and Melody’s ‘Private’ Conversation…

So, the reason why this is a Double-Stream Post was because Tumblr refused letting me post videos, and by the time I tried all the ways for it to work, it was already Friday… so I’m just gonna have to send a link from someone else’s video—

youtube

This is alot to take in.

So, there’s a New Robot named 404.

Named after an Error Message.

Frogbot apparently saw 404 and drew a picture of it.

Theories for this Live…

Listen, I know this might sound insane, but…

What if 404 is like an Ennard-Type Situation?

All these Robots have disappeared out-of-the-blue, so it could make sense.

Maybe that’s why Business Bot’s wheels were found, but not Business Bot. 404 maybe didn’t need wheels so it just dropped them somewhere random.

But if 404 made itself a body, then what is it internally? You know what I mean?

There’s not enough evidence to completely prove my theory, but hey; what’s theorising without a risk you’re completely wrong?

That’s all from me. We’ll have to see what happens Next Stream…

1/4/23

What just happened?…

What.

I don’t know how I feel about this.

I think my ‘404 being an Ennard-Type Situation’ Theory is True.

Let’s just see the Clip…

Let's list some facts...

So.

Something tried to hack into ADHOC's System; presumably 404.

Fandroid starts panicking, and Melody is trying to calm him down.

BEEP-0 is the one making announcements.

Fandroid and Melody start to try and make this situation less serious.

Fandroid and Melody eventually end the Stream early.

Now onto some Theories...

So I think 404 might actually be an Ennard-type situation. From what we heard from BEEP-0's announcement roll-call, Business Bot and Frogbot's statuses are unknown. We already know Business Bot is missing, (possibly dismantled), so I'd assume Frogbot has suffered the same fate... I mean, they did draw down a picture on what 404 looked like, so maybe 404 took Frogbot out because of that? Or maybe because 404 needs extra parts for it's new body.

Fandroid at one point questions why BEEP-0 "always is saying that negative things are happening when positive things are going on, but the second the scary things happens he says everything is ok"... I think that might just be BEEP-0, but I'll note this down just in-case something happens with BEEP-0 in the future.

And that's about as much as I can remember...

There's defintetly more Theories in my brain, it's just I'm too tired to remember them... (It's Midnight when I'm posting this...)

But that's as much as I can remember at the moment!

Also, another thing... You know how BEEP-0 said that the thing that was trying to hack the ADHOC Systems was an "amateur" and that how they were "The G.O.A.T"? Well...

I think it managed to hack into something.

#Fandroid #Melody #Fandroid the Musical Robot #Theory #Theories!!#:O #:D

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a summer of love - 5

a/n: i am so sorry this took a hot minute! been so busy trying to juggle my final year in uni, a full time internship and trying to write - all at the same time... anywho, here's this chapter. i hope you enjoy it!

read the other chapters here!

Sofía is standing in her father's study, the room she often ended up in after any trouble she caused. She had excused herself when she saw her father had texted her to ‘come inside', leaving the rest of the boys in the garden, oblivious as to what was about to go down. He was behind his desk when she entered, standing with his arms folded.

She closed the door lightly, knowing the trouble she had landed herself in.

"What were you thinking, mija?" He sighs, looking at the daughter he loved so very much. The one he had given everything to so she could be in this position. Sofía doesn't respond to him, standing in the room where she once felt very small.

He sighs again, “Need I remind you of the clause in the contract you signed?"

Sofía rolls her eyes,"Oh you think I would forget? How could I?" She didn't need to be reminded. She didn't need to hear those words over and over again after they've been carved in her brain ever since she signed with Mercedes. She huffs, her eyes focusing on the numerous family pictures that litter the room to calm her down.

"Then what are you doing with that boy?" Her father asks, tightening his fists.

The conversation was getting heated with every second they were in the room. Sofía steps forward, resting her weight against the large leather chair in front of the desk.

"What can I do papa? You can't stop me from being in a relationship. And you definitely cannot use George to stop it either." Her father pinches his nose bridge. They were treading on a fine line.

"You promised to focus- I got you here with everything, how are you going to get world champ-"

"Por favour, papa!" She shouts, "Promises are meant to be broken, clauses are meant to be forgotten. How do you want me stop loving someone?"

When did she get so poetic? Her father's nose was scrunched, eyebrows turning into a big frown.

"Love huh," He scoffs, "You've known him for how long?"

She turns on her heel, "I don't want to have this conversation anymore."

"Neither do I,” She hears him say, her hand resting on the door knob when the words leave his mouth, “you leave him or you know what will happen to that contract of yours."

Sofia opens the door and leaves the room, when she notices Lando standing right beside it.

"What the heck was that?" He had unexpectedly heard everything after using the toilet. Sofía groans, standing in place in the corridor.

"The contract Lando, the fucking contract." She mutters, scrolling through her phone for the document.

“What are you talking about?”

Sofía hands her phone to Lando, who squints at the fine print on the screen.

…shall not be bound in a relationship for the term of her contract…

"Are you joking?" He prays it was a joke, for her sake, and the sake of his other best friend. But Sofía shakes her head.

"This is until the end of your contract? That's five years, Sof! How could you sign this?"

"I didn't think much of it! I was supposed to have my head down and win a championship. I was supposed to be part of FIA's pretty little stunt for diversity. I wasn't suppose to start falling in love." She sighs defeatedly.

Lando's gaze softens, "You feel yourself falling huh?"

"Hard..." She whispers, tears threatening to fall from her eyes. He takes her into his arms, squeezing her tightly.

"What would the consequences be if you were to keep it a secret?" She pulls away, wiping the tears that had fallen.

"I lose my seat if they find out."

He doesn't speak, or rather, he had no words to respond to her.

He just leads her back outside, the boys chatting about some holiday they were planning with each other in the summer. She takes her seat next to Carlos, and he immediately notices her shift in demeanour.

"Everything alright?" He had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Sofía just nods, sending him a small reassuring smile.

How she hopes everything will be alright.

Azerbaijan

Sofía spent the next two weeks avoiding Carlos like some sort of plague. She had made up her mind to let it all go, despite the overwhelming feeling of love she had for him. It was best - for the sake of her family's reputation, and her seat on the grid - that she didn't pursue it.

So at every corner, every turn she would run or hide, and it didn't take long for him to realise what was happening.

He was calling her for the fifth time that day, probably past a hundred missed calls in the last ten days and there's a growing frustration in his chest.

"Ah you've reached my voicemail-" He throws his phone down. Enough is enough.

Carlos storms to the sleek black hospitality building right next door, and with the help of some smiling and thank yous, he makes it through to the enemy's field. Carlos is wandering around, until he spots the door with the name he'd been looking for. He knocks lightly, before the door opens.

"Did you manage to get-"

Sofía is shocked when she sees him, and she pushes the door close immediately, but Carlos slips in just in time.

"You're avoiding me." He says softly. Sofía turns away, extending the distance between them.

"I'm not."

"Then tell me why I haven't seen you since Barcelona."

Her breath was caught in her throat, how does she go around this?

"I've been busy, Carlos."

"Busy on a yacht in Monaco with George?" He's annoyed, annoyed at the fact she wasn't speaking her truth; annoyed at the fact that it was so easy to tell.

"That was for work and you know it." She argues. Carlos drops his arms down to his side defeatedly,

"I like you, you know that?"

There's a long pause. He watches as her face contorts to an expression he doesn't recognise,

"Sofía-"

"I don't- Carlitos I- I'm sorry." She wipes the tears that fell down her face so quickly. Sofía takes a step back, leaning against the massage table in her room. Carlos feels embarrassment climbing all over him. Did he read the signs all wrong? That can’t be.

"I only have one focus right now, and that's on being world champion. I can't afford to be in a relationship when I'm in this position." She continues, feeling bad for lying, but this was what it came down to.

Carlos shot back, the anger of being played washing over him.

“What position? You're barely contesting to be in top three."

But he quickly realised he fucked up.

"Fuck- no I'm sorry Sof I didn't-" He reaches out to grab her arm, but she swats it away.

"No, I don't want to hear it." She faces the window, Carlos standing behind her. "Just so you know, other than championship position, I'm fighting every single day for this spot. To show that I'm worthy to be here. You know why? Because I'm a woman, and you will never understand the pain that I've been through to be here."

She looks up at him, tears streaming down her face. She wipes them with the back of her hand, walking towards the door.

"So yeah, maybe I'm not contesting to be a world champion this year. But with that attitude of yours, I don't think you would make it either."

"Sofía-" He tries one more time. But she shakes her head, opening the door slightly.

"Get out."

"Why didn't you just tell him?!" Lando shouts, earning a smack on the back from Luisa. They were in Sofia’s hotel room after she had called Luisa in tears and distraught to say the least.

Sofía raises her head from her hands, "Would you tell Luisinha that? Would you tell her you couldn't be with her because you were fighting for world champion? because a tiny clause in your contract is restricting your entire life?!" Lando opens his mouth to argue, then closes it. He once again, didn't have the words.

"Yeah, I thought so too." Sofía mutters.

He sits down next to her, hand on her shoulder, "What are you going to do, Sof?"

"Exactly what I was meant to do."

Azerbaijan

"P5 and P7 for the team! How do the both of you feel?" Sofía and George were at the post qualifying interview side-by-side, grinning from ear to ear at another Q3 finish.

"Amazing, really. It seems like we're both getting the hang of the car, and I think it's almost time before we're both up there." George answers.

"Yes, can't wait to see the progress you make. What a rookie season it's been so far, Sofía."

“Yes it really has been an amazing start, to be a woman in motorsport, to be in such a competitive car and producing these results. I couldn’t be happier.” Well rehearsed, but also straight from the heart.

She tunes out the rest of the interview, because in the corner of her eye, she sees Carlos who managed to qualify P4, just in front of George. He notices her too, and they're both staring, quite intensely at each other.

"Will we see you on the podium soon?" The interviewer asks, forcing Sofía to turn her attention back. She smiles, the one thing she's been trained to do other than drive, "of course, I sure hope I can be up there this next race, if not the next." There's a pause, and she's locking her eyes with the man in Ferrari red, "After all, I hope to be fighting for a world championship."

Sofía Calero talks about World Champion, being a Woman in motorsport, and how she manages her rookie year in Formula one.

The article reads. Carlos is staring at the picture of her as they sat in the car on their way to the race track. It pains him to see her smile on the front page when he can barely get her to answer a phone call.

"Have you tried talking to her?" Charles asks, peering over at Carlos screen.

"I did, but she gave me some fucked up excuse about it. I know she was lying, I just know it." He sighs frustratedly.

"Did you ask Lando? He would probably know and tell you." Charles asks. And no, Carlos didn't try Lando, which now gave him an idea.

"I don't know, Carlos." Lando was avoiding his eye very obviously as he busied himself with packing before heading to the track. Lando never bothers to pack before leaving.

"You don't know, or you won't tell me?" His friend asked frustratedly. They had been at it for the last ten minutes, arguing about Sofía and the apparent deep dark secret she was hiding from the world.

Lando sighs, finally turning around to look at his best friend.

"I can't tell you, Carlos. You just have to give Sof the time to explain. She's trying to figure everything out right now so don't push her anymore.”

Carlos couldn’t seem to figure out, or understand just what was going on, and he blurts the first thing from his mind.

“Is she with George?"

"Wha- No! For God's sake Carlos, just stop overthinking everything will you?" Lando throws a shirt at him which he catches easily.

"I will stop once you tell me!"

Lando walks over, taking the shirt from his hands, "For the millionth time - I can't. I'm sorry Carlos."

Sofía arrives on race day to the track with George, a routine that they seemed to follow after Barcelona. A strategy she used to get the whole drama off her mind as she busied herself with her job. They both jump out of the car, and immediately the media swarms.

Cameras start clicking, fans start to call out for them, and they seem to get louder as the sound of a couple of car engines grow closer.

The red and silver Ferraris are pulling in when Sofía calls out to George. He nods, trying to get to as many fans as they make their way to the paddock. They rush through the gantries with Sofia’s lead.

"You can't keep avoiding him you know?" George tells her while smiling for a picture and signing a card. Sofía is signing another Mercedes cap as she takes larger strides.

"I'm going to do it for as long as I can."

They both walk next to each other towards the hospitality building,

"Why won't you just tell him about the clause?" George asks, his hand resting on her lower back, guiding her into the safety of their own building. Sofía looks over her shoulder at his arm and sighs, "because I don't know what to do after I tell him."

They greet the team at the dining area, piling some food on their plates for breakfast.

"But wouldn't it be better," George puts a slice of toast on her plate as they move down the buffet spread, "to share that burden with someone?"

"I already share it with you and Lando." She grabs her cup of coffee, George trailing behind her with his own cup, "And I'm not really up for laying all my cards out on the table again, Georgie."

"Darling-"

"George,” She warns, “can we just not talk about this anymore? Focus on the race?"

He nods, eating their breakfast in a comfortable silence.

As the time for warm-up draws closer, Sofía and George make their way to the garage. They're slow jogging across the paddock when someone calls out to her.

"Sofía!" She slows down, turning to see that it was Carlos. Oh how she wish she didn’t hear that.

"Can we talk?"

"An hour before the race?" George interrupts from behind her. She looks to Carlos, who's almost pleading with his eyes; but she couldn't do this, at least not now.

"I- can we do this later? This is not the right time." She notices the cameras that were pointed towards them, and she quickly plasters on one of her trained smiles. Carlos nods understandingly even though he was frustrated, and lets them go.

After all - It was time to race.

P4, not too shabby.

She’s in the media pen yet again, accompanied by her team. The interviewer greets her with a smile, “Another top five finish for Mercedes! That was a beautiful overtake with the Alpha Tauri, Sofia - how do you feel?”

"Definitely feels good to climb up the finishing order. Yes, it was fortunate for us that- Hey, good race!" Pierre walks over to interrupt, hugging Sofía as they joked about the race.

"Won't let you get me so easily next time, Calero." He tells her.

"We'll see about that." He gives her a flirtatious wink, which no doubt will be caught by the media and fans. Sofía rolls her eyes playfully, turningher attention back to the interview,

"Where was I? Ah yes, fortunate for us with the Ferrari pulling out, and I had newer tires to overtake. Lady luck was on my side this race."

"Seems like she was. Like I said earlier this weekend - can't wait to see you make your way up the podium."

She thanks the interviewer as she wraps up, leaving the media pen to the motorhome.

Emily looked distraught as she ran towards Sofía.

"What's wrong?"

She hands her the phone, screen illuminated with a picture that makes her heart sink,

"There's an article, it's bad."

Are Mercedes and Ferrari in bed together?

Sofía hisses at the title, but goes on to read the first line. She had to see the damage.

Both young Spaniards - Carlos Sainz and Sofía Calero were seen having dinner and intimate laughs together after a good race for Calero in Australia.

Before she could go on to look at the rest of the article, her PR manager was already stood in front of her, arms folded.

"Toto wants to see you."

She rushes past everyone, despite the fans dismay, making her way to Toto's office. Her phone was in her other hand, typing a message to Carlos.

Sofía: we made the magazines. trouble.

George emerges from the office, shaking his head when he sees her. 'It's not good' he mumbles, walking past her.

Damage control mode, on.

She enters the small office - Toto, the head of communications and a very angry PR manager staring at her.

"Sofía, take a seat." Toto tells her.

"I assume you saw the article?" They ask.

"I did." Sofía states.

"Do I need to remind you of the contract?" Her PR manager scolded. Sofía is trying hard not to roll her eyes.

"You're a woman, in motorsport. Do you know how much of a rarity you are? Even though you bought your way-" Her manager goes on, but was quickly cut off by Sofia's dark eyes.

Toto clears his throat to cut the tension,

"We'll take care of the articles." He looks to her, "But Sofía, I need you to stay out of trouble. Meaning you avoid those 1 on 1s - especially with a certain Ferrari driver." He tells her. Sofía nods, knowing there's no point in arguing this.

The managers leave, and she stands to get to the door too, until Toto speaks again,

"Do you think you can score podiums?" Her hand rests on the door handle. She turns to him, a questioning look on her face.

He continued, "Score at least one on the next remaining races before summer, and I'll have the team re-look at your contract."

"To change the clause?" She asks.

"Re-look at it, Sofía. Don't get your hopes up first. Score the podiums." Sofía scoffs, a look of disappointment on her face.

"This is the only way." Toto gives her an apologetic look, "you know how it is in this world."

"Yeah, unfortunately I do."

"You're doing really well, Sofía. It's just the-" He sighs, resting his arms on the table.

"It's just the fact that I'm a woman, right? Goes against everything that the FIA and teams are comfortable with?" There's a silence between them, until Sofía sighs.

"It's okay, I understand. Thanks Toto."

She turns on her heel, slamming the door behind her.

George is waiting outside the office when she exits, arms folded as he leans against the wall. He scrambled to stand up straight when he sees Sofía.

"How did it go?"

"I'm supposed to avoid being alone with other drivers, George." Sofía says flatly.

"And I'm your teammate, don't be ridiculous." He follows behind her as they make their way to her drivers room.

"Me? Ridiculous? Hah! Am I as ridiculous as the people climbing all over that one clause, as if I haven't delivered well enough in my rookie year so far? Sure I'm driving a level lower than you, but God, I'm quite sure I'm doing fairly well for a rookie." She shouts at him. The outburst she was holding back earlier unleashing itself.

George looks to her in shock, "Why are you taking out your anger on me?"

"Because George!"

"Because what?" He shouts back. Sofía perches herself onto the physio table, her arms resting beside her.

"How do you feel about me?"

George looked taken aback, "I- Sofía, we're friends. I'm your best friend."

"You sure about that?" She asks.

"Wha- of course I'm sure! Where is this coming from?"

"Because it seems to me that you haven't moved on."

"I'm doing this to protect you, Sof. You know how that clause could damage your entire career. I'm trying to make sure no one hurts you. There's nothing more to that, I promise." There's silence between them, and George moves to sit next to her.

"I need to score podiums." She breaks the silence.

"Huh?"

Sofía looks at George, "I spoke to Toto, I need to score podiums. They're going to re-look at my contract once I start scoring."

"And why do you look so grim?"

"Because I don't know if I can do it."

George has this grin on his face when he hears her. She leans into him, his arm snaking around her shoulder. He kisses her forehead comfortingly, just like he always has and tells her the words she didn't know she needed to hear,

"You're going to do that easily, sweetheart."

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hazyilluminations · 2 years ago

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Emergency meeting

What exactly have led you to this situation? You were standing on the warm late autumn evening behind the school with a mumbling guy in front of you.

"Y/N-san, I've been watching you for several months … The way you walk, the way you talk, the way you sing to yourself, when you think nobody's watching … everything is mesmerizing", he started from afar.

You didn't interfere, as you were determined to figure out, why on Earth would someone be so sure that you were looking for a partner and that he was the one for you.

You have already had a boyfriend. Tall, salty, ridiculously blunt? Yes. But you were perfectly fine with that. You smiled at the thought of how exactly you became a couple right after the match with Shiratorizawa. Then you frowned at the thought of how long you two needed to understand the mutual feelings. That's when you were pulled out of your thoughts.

"Um, are you alright?", the boy was struggling with reading your emotions.

"Yes, sorry about that. What were you saying?".

"I was hoping that we could go out sometime and get to know each other better".

"I am really sorry, but this is impossible", you tried to soothe the bitterness of rejection. "I am already in a happy relationship and I treasure it".

"But they say you are looking for a partner. Did they scam me?!".

"What? Who? I am sorry, I don't quite understand? Can you explain, please?", you furrowed your brows.

"Tanaka and Nishinoya sad you are available".

"Available? Huh? Is this a joke?", you turned and started mincing towards the gym.

"I'm gonna kill these two ***".

"No need. I am going to do it myself. Sorry for that one more time!".

You entered the gym with a pure desire to beat up the matchmakers.

"Oh, hey, Y/N!", Yamaguchi waved. "We are done for today. Tsuki's changing. He comes in a minute".

"What? Ah, yeah. OK. Thanks. Are Tanaka and Noya here?".

"Oh! That's our lucky one! How's your confession? Isn't he a perfect match for you?", Noya and Ryo were almost radiating from how proud they were to find you a perfect couple.

"Who in the Universe told you that I need a boyfriend?", you were almost shouting.

Suga, who actually knew that you and Tsukishima were a thing, he saw you kissing on the stairs right after the reward ceremony, and the other 2nd years were watching the scene in silence.

The things started to take a very interesting turn.

"You told that to your friend the other day", they answered in unison.

"Huh? When? And why were you sneaking up on me?".

"You were looking at the phone and there was a pic of your friend with a boyfriend and a…".

"The dog! There was a picture of a dog, you two crackheads! Oh my God!, you tried not to giggle, but the situation was ridiculous.

"A dog?!", the came to a realization.

"Yeah".

"But was the guy not good? Did he have a bad breath?", they didn't want to cancel their plan of finding you a match.

"W-what? No, no… the guy was ok, I guess, but that's not the point…".

"Ok, Ryo, we need an emergency meeting!".

"Yeah, Noya-san! Chikara, Suga-san, you too!", there was nothing what would stop them at the moment.

The next moment you found yourself sitting in front of a whiteboard with a huge headline "Y/N's ideal type".

"What the heck? Where did you take it?", you tried to process all that was happening.

"So, what your ideal guy should look like?", two pairs of crazy eyes were staring at you, demanding an answer.

"He surely should be 6' 2" at least", Suga exclaimed from aside, grinning.

You inhaled and decided to play along, since you couldn't stop the train of uncontrollable flow of thoughts.

"I do prefer when a guy knows how to use his tongue", you stated and giggled.

"Ah… wha...how...", it was a hilarious pause. You were trying so hard not to crack.

"What I mean is that a man should know how to use words and brain. I like a guy, who can pronounce - Parasaurolophus - at least".

"Para-who?", Noya's face was almost screaming from pain.

"Parasaurolophus", you jumped a bit from hearing the voice of your one and only Dinosaur expert.

"Oh, Tsukishima! Join us, your big brain should help us".

"Help with what exactly?", he was analyzing the situation and what it is got to do with you. Then he saw the headline on the board and frowned.

"Oh, I know one more!", Suga was having a good time,- "he should definitely wear glasses!".

You giggled.

"Yeah, I like the glasses".

"Hm, now I understand why you turned down that guy", Tanaka pondered over for a moment.

"What's next?", Noya asked.

Your phone went vibrating.

Kei

Care to explain?

You

¯_(ツ)_/¯ It is what it is. Just play along 💗

Kei

Why? What is in it for me?

You

You get to see their faces, when they realize we are dating?

And you get to peak the movie for the Friday movie night.

Kei

Deal.

"So, what's next? Hair color?".

"Blonde", you were sitting there like in an interrogating room.

"Eyecolor?".

"Hm. That's a tricky one. I would say hazel, but someone could disagree", you winked at Tsuki, and he rolled his eyes.

Suga was very entertained by this interactive movie, so he pushed further.

"Now tell us about your personality preferences, Y/N-chan", he winked and smiled like a Cheshire cat.

"Oh, I have a really bad taste in boys", you laughed briefly, trying not to look at your boyfriend, who were visibly annoyed. You could tell that by the growing crease on his forehead. "But I am perfectly fine with that".

"She's just teasing you", Suga tapped Tsukishima on the shoulder.

"Yeah. I know".

"Oh, did I mention, that he should have a good taste in music? That's VERY important, Maybe he should not be so academically involved, though…".

"You are having fun, aren't you?", Tsukishima asked, irritated.

"Am I? This is a big deal, you know. We are talking about my future partner here", you mocked him.

"Can we go already? Didn't you say you want to try that Taiyaki?".

"Oh, and you won't complain?".

"When did I?".

"Um, let me think, the last time at that coffee shop, you annoyed the crap out of me, only because their shortcake was not fluffy enough", you stocked your tongue.

The team was in pure shock. Tanaka and Nishinoya were paralyzed by the little conversation between you two. Sugawara was grinning, and Yamaguchi looked like he had won a lottery. Daichi clearly noticed the change in your interactions, so it was not a big surprise for him.

It is not like you and Tsuki hide your relationship from everyone. It is just that you were content with what you had, not shouting at every corner about your happiness.

Of course, Yamaguchi knew everything, how could he not? He was the first to figure out your mutual attraction and helped his friend to accept the feeling.

"So, Y/N, can we go?", he sounded tired.

"Yes, sure", this time you had no intention to tease him, it was clear he was tired after the training.

"I am sorry, guys. You are the best, but I don't really need a boyfriend. I have already got one ... the perfect one, actually. So, please, no more matchmaking. I don't want to break anyone's heart, because my feelings won't change. I am totally in love", you started to walk towards the door and you could see Tsuki's ears were painted pink.

"I don't understand... wait! Tall, blonde, glasses, bad personality...", Tanaka started to decipher.

"He doesn't have a bad personality, he just isn't that emotionally agitated like you guys", you took Kei's hand, interlocking your fingers and walked out of the gym. He didn't withstand it.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! You are dating Tsukishimaaaaaaaaaaa!", the gym burst out with screams. You heard Suga's laughing his guts out and Daichi snapping at all of them.

"Go home, you Sherlock and Watson. And don't you dare to mock those two, or I swear I am going to kill you", Daichi was dead serious.

"Pfft...hahahah. I told you it will be pretty entertaining", you told Tsuki.

"I am glad you had fun", he answered with a slight smile. "Were you serious there?".

"M? About what? You having a bad personality?".

"You are being today incredibly funny", he rolled his eyes. "I meant, you... being in love... with me... ", he mumbled, trying to hide his rosy cheeks.

"Nah, I was just mocking them", you giggled.

"You are a dork", he stated. "But I guess I love you too".

"Wooow. Tsukishima-san. I guess I love you too. This is a confession, that one receives once in a lifetime. But I can't complain, I'll take it. Kiss me", you stopped and locked your eyes with his.

"We are in the middle of the street".

"Yeah. I know. Who cares?".

"Um... I do?".

"Fine. Let's go, then, the Taiyaki booth will be closed soon", you turned and started to walk.

"Ah, you are one stubborn Kookoo, you know that?", he sighed and surrendered.

"What? I can't hear you. You hurt me right here, in my meow meow", you tried to hold back laughter.

"No, not again with that dorky memes. Come here".

"No. I am dealing with a heart brake here".

"Y/N", he sounded dead serious.

"Yes, Sir. Don't be angry. I am just goofing around. You knew what you were signing for when you kissed me on the night of your glorious triumph… besides, ".

And then he kissed you, gently caressing your jawline. You melted into his touch and he noticed it.

"You are so short, it gives me neck ache every single time".

"Maybe you should stop kissing me, then".

"Yeah. I probably should".

"It is such a shame you can't", you walked over to him and stand on your tiptoes. "Sorry, not sorry". This time, you gave him a peck on the lips. When you were about to break the kiss, he pulled you back.

And you stayed like this for a moment, enjoying the tenderness between the two of you.

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nightowlfandom · 3 years ago

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Noctis Lucis Caelum- Anything For You

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“Good girl.” you smiled as the yellow feathered Chocobo ate from your hand. “Eat up, you need your energy.” you scratched the top of her head as she squawked gratefully.

“Y/N are you still here?” the farmhand, Faye emerged from the stables to find you. “Do you not have any other plans?”

“Trust me.” you began to laugh. “I’d much rather scoop up giant bird poops than deal with my personal life right now...or lack thereof.”

“Well isn’t that somethin- Is that the crown prince I see?” she looked past you which made you follow her eyes. “It is?! Prince Noctis on my Chocobo farm. Quick! How do I look?”

“Like a farmer.” you laughed in reply. “Perhaps get the shit off your boots.”

“Damnit! I should have worn my new ones.” She began wiping the bottoms of her shoes against the grass.

“Faye, he’s just a prince. I don’t know what’s so great about him anyways.” you rolled your eyes. “He seems like an asshole from what I’ve seen of him.”

“You’ve never even met him.” she put her hands on her hips. “Maybe you’ll like him!”

“Sure, whatever you say, Faye.” you laughed. “That’ll happen.”

...

“Ugh why are we here anyways?” Noctis rolled his eyes as Ignis pulled up to the famous Chocobo farm.

“Because!” Prompto snapped in reply. The blond male didn’t even wait for the car to fully stop before he jumped out. “The eggs are supposed to be hatching today and I want to be the first to capture a picture of those featherless faces!”

“Of course.” he scoffed. Noctis liked Chocobos, sure. He just didn’t think an idea of a good Saturday morning was to spend the day at a bunch of dirty, smelly, stables, for a bunch of unhatched eggs no less. “Great.”

“I suggest you fix your face, the farmhand is here.” Gladio grunted, hopping out of the car. “Wouldn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

“Whateve-” Noctis turned his head towards the loud squawking when his eyes landed on you. You were feeding a random Chocobo while talking to that farmgirl who ran the stables. “Woah.” he felt his heart flutter. Who were you?! He heard you laugh from where he was and felt his heart stop. Your laugh, it was beautiful.

“Yo? Who is that girl?” Noctis scrambled out of the car, nearly falling on his face. He tried desperately to fix himself up. “Specs?”

“I believe she frequents the shops not too far from here.” Ignis replied in his usually cool manner. “I believe she is also a friend of that Dino character we run into from time to time.”

“No way. Her?! Friends with that-” Noctis shook his head in disbelief. He found it impossible to walk forward. Gravity was stopping him. He didn’t even notice everyone else walking ahead of him. He had never seen you around before but he wished he had. “Woah....”

...

You were still chatting with Faye when a group of guys ran up. One of them held a camera and looked as if he were about to explode. You had no time to register the camera flash. Good think he captured your good side.

“I AM HERE FOR THE EGGS!” he declared. His abrasiveness surprised you. Was he talking about the new hatchlings?

“Ummm-” Faye looked scared. “You here to volunteer?”

“Heck yeah I am!” he explosive blonde looked as if he was about to piss himself from excitement. “I WANT TO HOLD YOUR CHOCOBOS!”

“Alright! Keep your pants on. Follow me. Y/N, you’ll be good here right?” Faye asked, seemingly frightened by the giddy young man.

“Yeah.” you stifled a laugh. “I’ll be just fine here.” you shook your head as the man ran full force for the stables. You were about to go about your business when a black haired boy stumbled up to you. “For a royal, you’re pretty clumsy.” you stifled laughter.

“Huh?!” he looked taken aback. “You know who I am?”

“...I mean aren’t I supposed to?” you turned back towards the Chocobo. “Prince Noctis?” you tried to hold in your distaste, but he caught up on it instantly.

“Is there an issue with me-”

“As a matter of fact there is. Don’t think I didn’t notice that face you were making when you pulled up with your friends.” you cut him off. “Big and bad prince man can’t be seen around a few Chocobos?”

“Oh, no that’s not it at all.” Noctis tried to explain himself in the best way he could.

“Then what exactly is it?” you turned towards him again. “I mean really?”

“Okay so I admit my attitude isn’t the best-”:

“So you admit it?” you held back harsh laugh. “Hm, It’s a start.” you shrugged.

“I mean, you aren’t really giving me a fair chance. You only know me from the papers.” he explained. “You don’t really know me as a person. For all I know you could be a stalker.”

“I am no a stalker!” you looked him up and down.

“I wouldn’t know that.” he winked. “So maybe we both have it all wrong.”

“And what do you wanna do to fix that, go on a date or something?” you scoffed.

“Yes!” he replied honestly. “Let me prove I’m not some asshole!”

“Is it that imperative that you go out of your way to prove to me that you aren’t an asshole?” you raised a brow.

“Yes!” he nodded quickly.

...

You boredly sat at the restaurant table. He was late. 15 minutes to be exact.

“I knew this was a load of-” you prepared yourself to stand up when a man frantically rushed in.

“I’M HERE!” Noctis yelled, grabbing the attention of the other patrons. He practically fell into the chair right across from you.

“Nice of you to show.” you sat back down. You decided to humor this guy. “Care to explain?”

“Sorry! Stupid Prompto gave me the wrong address and...woah...” he nearly drooled all over the place seeing you in your tight black dress. “You look...amazing.”

“Sure I do.” you scoffed. “I’m sure I still have dried up chocobo shit in my hair,” you turned away from him, feeling your insecurity creep up on you, tons more than usual. “But thank you.” you relaxed in your chair.

“No I mean it! Even when I saw you...I thought you were beautiful.” he expressed.

“Really?” you paused to look him in the eye.

“Really.” he smiled. “You’re the best looking girl here.”

“I definitely don’t believe that...but thank you.” you said shyly. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

....

“What about that one?” you pointed to a random star.

“That one, there’s a legend that it’s a parallel version of this world.”

You both sat at the edge of the lake, staring into the moonlit sky. After dinner, Noctis had taken you to the docks on Galdin Quay.

“No way. “You stared at the star in wonder. “How many worlds do you think there are?”

“Infinite, my dad says so.” Noctis replied. “All different versions of us doing different things.” he smiled to himself. “Maybe there’s a version of me that...is actually proud to be a prince.” he glowered.

“Maybe there’s a version of me whose the royal instead.” you nudged him. That made him chuckle a bit.

“If that’s the case...I’d be happy to bow down to you.” he flirted. He looked back at the sky. “Try that one.” he pointed.

“I know that one.” you beamed a little. “There’s a legend called the Lover’s Star, if a couple sees it on their first date...they’ll be together forever.” you mused romantically. It was only then you had realized your fingers had laced into Noctis’s.

“Maybe today was our lucky day.” he winked. After a second of silence, you decided to confess.

“I was wrong about you.” you said honestly a while. “I think you’re pretty amazing, Noct.” you chuckled.

“So...” he smiled deviously. “Are ya gonna say I’m sorry?” he mocked.

“You wish. You’re still a stuck up prince to me...you’re just not an asshole prince.” you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re not like most guys around here.” you shyly looked away from him you dug your toes into the sand.

“Well I’m not from around here.” he replied. “You’re different from everyone around here. You’re not all into me because I’m The Prince Noctis- that’s all I want. I want someone to see me for who I am...not what I am.”

You shyly kicked your legs in the water, looking at the ripples in the water.. “I’m glad I could be that person for you Noctis.” you smiled.

“Guess this means you’re gonna be part of my team now?” he bit his lip. “You’ll be my...ummm...I’ll think of something.”

“I look forward to it.” you giggled.

“Hm for now...come here.” he winked, gently holding the side of your face. Noctis kissed you. You felt your senses go off. You instantly grabbed his face, kissing him back.

...

You fell back on the hotel bed, refusing to disconnect from a feverish prince throwing himself at you. He kissed you with urgency, as if you would disappear before his eyes. He tore a rip up your dress hastily.

Your tongues clashed together as you kissed, the air was getting heavy. You helped Noctis out of his jacket. Your dress had turned to ribbons and your panties weren’t too far behind.

“N-noctis..” you hissed, feeling his hands explore every inch of your body.

“You feel even better than I imagined you would.” he kissed your bare stomach. “You’re so beautiful.” he moaned. It was like you were the goddess, the royal, and he was the peasant.

You felt shy under his gaze. He stared up at you, biting his lip. “I don’t think I can wait...” he groaned. “A-are you okay with this?”

“God, yes.” you mewled as he kissed your thighs.

“I wanna worship you.” he moaned, ghosting his lips over your center. You shyly stared down at Noctis who looked up at you with a shit eating grin.

He sunk his tongue into you, lashing against your pussy. You instantly grabbed a fist full of his hair. You and him both were a mess. Hisses and prolonged moans escaped your lungs along with his name. You were sure the people in the next room could hear you.

Noctis crawled over you again, a predatory glare in his eyes. He bit his lip, staring down at you. “You’re so fucking cute...”

...

“I’d do anything for you.” he moaned against your lips. “I’ll take care of you for the rest of my life.” he whimpered, his thrusts growing sloppily. He bucked his hips rhythmically, your bodies moving and grinding in sweet friction. His cock twitched inside of you as he grew near his release, but he wanted to wait. He wanted to cum to the sounds of your cries and screams. ”Gonna make you my queen and w-we’ll rule together until our hearts give out baby. F-FUUUCCKK.”

“Noctis.” you croaked. Hearing his words in your ear made you hiss in delight. This alone caused him to dig his nails into your sides and thrust even deeper into your heat. You didn’t know what else do you but let a stream of cries escape your lungs.

“I love it when you say my name.” he grunted. “Say it again.”

“N-noctis.” your insides lurched as you tightened around his length. “I wanna- I’m gonna-”

“Again.” he barked. “Never stop saying my name. Never say another man’s name!” he sank his teeth into the crook of your neck. “You’re mine, baby. You’re all mine.” he growled.

“Noctisss.” you arched your back. “F-fu-” you whimpered, at the impact. “S-shit!”

Noctis yanked himself from you, spraying his cum all over your stomach. Shortly before, you came too, feeling your water run down your leg. He fell forward, burying his head into your neck. “Baby, I’d fucking do everything for you.”

You shook under his body, whimpering at his gentle touches. You felt him kiss your need lovingly as you both drifted off to sleep.

...

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snackleggg · 3 years ago

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Loud music and hard of hearing conspiracy

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An Unidentified Flying Ship one shot

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The music was blaring loudly but from the hallway at least it was a little muffled. Not entirely, Wes could still pick out the words to whatever awful pop song was playing if he focused but it was muted enough that he could at least ignore it.

How did I end up here?

A week ago everything had been fine, normal. Then everything went downhill.

It started when everyone was getting hyped about prom because it was only a week away. What was once an occasional subject that was mentioned once or twice in conversation quickly dominated the forefront of everyone's minds.

Of course with it came everyone talking about dates and Wes had rolled his eyes at the relationship drama that would proceed the school dance.

"What about you Wes?" His twin brother Kyle had asked.

Wes at the time was glaring at Fenton from across the cafeteria, totally zoned out from the world around him and whatever conversation was going on at the table but his brother's question had reeled him back in.

He blinked, turning his attention to Kyle who sat beside him "What about what?"

"Are you going with someone to prom?" One of the others at the table asked. Oh so the conversation had drifted there.

Before Wes could answer no, he was going to be too busy trying to gather evidence to expose Fenton someone else at the table went "I'm pretty sure he wants to ask Fenton to prom"

Wes' brain blue screened for a moment but when he saw everyone at the table nodding he was immediately snapped out of his stupor "wha- NO! Of course not! Why would you even think!?" Wes fumbled but then Kyle put his hand on Wes' shoulder.

"Bro, no offence but we all know you have a crush on Fenton and that you're just using your conspiracy theories as an excuse" Kyle said while looking at Wes sympathetically.

"I don't- I'm not using anything as an excuse, Fenton is Phantom! How can you guys not see it!?" Wes said, he was pointedly ignoring the heat he felt rush to his cheeks.

Another person at their table just shook their head in pity "Oh you poor thing, still in denial about your feelings. You know well still accept you no matter your sexuality right Wes?" They said and Wes heard his brother mumble something about how sad it was Wes thought ghosts were real.

At this point Wes was left completely speechless at the way all his friends seemed to agree with the outrageous notion that he had a crush on Danny Fenton. A crush.

Wes just stood up and walked away with his tray of half eaten slop. He could hear his friends sighing over how hopeless and oblivious he was.

It didn't stop there though.

Later that day at home Kyle, Wes and their older brother Easton were in the living room together quietly doing their own things. Kyle doing some homework, Easton texting someone and Wes looking over all the pictures he had gotten of Phantom after the fight earlier that day, unfortunately all were too blurry to make out anything Wes could actually use as evidence.

Then Kyle broke the comfortable silence.

"Hey Easton, you think you can give Wes some advice for asking his crush to prom?" Kyle asked, not even looking up from the algebra equation he was doing.

If Wes had been drinking anything he would've done a spit take, instead he settled for just staring at his brother in growing horror.

"Hmm? Crush? Oh you mean Jazz's younger brother?" Easton asked as he looked up from his phone. Wes already knew that Easton was good friends with Jazz Fenton but he became even more horrified by the fact that he had immediately connect the 'crush' Kyle had mentioned to Danny Fenton.

Kyle just nodded and Wes was still too shocked to say anything as he looked between his brothers.

"Well, you can never go wrong with chocolates and just straight up asking" Easton said with a shrug before looking back down at his phone.

Finally Wes regained he ability to speak "NO! I don't have a crush on Fenton!" Wes exclaimed.

"Wes you shouldn't be embarrassed to ask for help. I'm your brother, you can't really hide the fact that you have a huge crush on Fenton from me" Easton said simply and some part of Wes was thankful that neither of his brothers are currently looking at him because he knew his face was probably almost as red as his hair.

The larger part of Wes though was shocked and horrified by what his brother had just said.

Not for the first time that day Wes just got up and left without another word.

The rest of the week didn't fair any better.

Anytime Wes inforned his brothers or friends that he was going to tail Fenton to finally expose that he was Phantom they just rolled their eyes before going "Are you finally going to ask him to prom?" And everytime without fail Wes would turn bright red before stomping off in whatever direction Fenton had ran off to, muttering under his breath about how he did NOT have a crush on Fenton.

Finally, Friday he snapped.

"WHY!? Why does everyone think I have a crush on Fenton!? I thought it was obvious that I hate him!" Wes yelled after Kyle had off handedly asked if he had asked Fenton to prom yet.

"Duh, it's because you're pretty much infatuated with him" Kyle stated like it was obvious.

"I'm NOT infatuated!" Wes said.

"Then what do you have to say about all those pictures you take of him? Or following him and his friends around? The fact that you have an entire notebook filled with little facts about him that no one else would care to notice?" Kyle pointed out.

"That's all evidence! It's me trying to expose that he is really Phantom!" Wes argued.

"Uh huh. Keep telling yourself that but you can't live in denial forever bro. I mean why would you need to keep a catalogue of his interests or have so many photos of him just being normal and not at all 'ghostly' " Kyle said while making air quotes "that stuff can't be used as evidence so why still keep it?"

"Because! Be... because..." Wes stopped. Why did he keep all of those things? They weren't particularly helpful in exposing Fenton so why?

"It's cause you like-like him. Prom is tomorrow so I'm sorry to say your denial made you miss your chance to ask him out" Kyle said while patting Wes on the back.

Wes once again stood from the couch and walk away, up to his room and slammed the door behind him.

He spent the whole rest of the day just laying on his bed, staring at his ceiling. He went to prom the next day because some of his friends insisted he couldn't miss it.

For most of the night he had felt numb, especially as he watched people dance and talk and laugh together while he practically glued himself to the wall.

Then he spotted Fenton and Wes was hit again with his brothers words 'it's because you're pretty much infatuated with him'.

Wes hated to admit it but Fenton actually looked good. He wore a white dress shirt with a dark green bow tie and black slacks. It was simple but he pulled it off quite well and Wes couldn't help but notice how the flashing lights of the gym reflected off of Danny's ice blue eyes. How the constantly changing angle of the light highlighted his face a hundred different ways and none of them looked unflattering, at least not to Wes.

The music was loud, he could barely hear people standing right next to him so of course Wes couldn't hear what Danny and Sam were talking about on the other side of gym but Danny seemed to laugh at something she said and Wes couldn't tear his eyes away. He could almost imagine the laugh in his head, light and easy becoming a soft chuckle towards the end.

Wes looked down at the plastic cup full of punch he held in his hand. He could practically smell that someone had spiked it.

He soon found himself stumbling out of the gym because everything was so bright and loud and he needed more space between himself and Danny, definitely more than just a gymnasium's length at least until he figured out why the heck he felt his face flush when he thought about Danny's laugh.

So that's how Wes ended up sitting on the cool tile floors of the school's empty hallway. The lights were off so it was dark but the smallest bit of light poured in through the high up windows front the street lamps outside so it wasnt pitch black, even if it was hard to make out any details of his surroundings.

He didn't know how long he sat there staring at the swirling cup of liquid in his hands.

Eventually he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye and he didn't need to lift his head to know it was Danny.

"Hey Wes" Danny's familiar voice echoed a little in the empty hallway, it wasn't the same kind of echo that his voice gained when he was Phantom Wes absentmindedly noted. He heard Danny sit down next to him on the cool tile floor.

"What brings you out here? Would've thought you'd be in the gym with your friends" Danny said.

Wes jostled the cup a little with his hand before gesturing to it "I think someone spiked the punch" Wes said instead of giving a straight answer to Danny's question.

"Oh? Good thing I was never a fan of punch. You good?" Wes could've sworn he heard actual concern leak into Danny's voice.

"Yeah, I only took a few sips" Wes shrugged and he leaned backwards against the metal lockers that lined the walls.

"What about you? Why're you out here?" Wes could now see Danny in his peripheral vision quite well. His legs were spread out straight infront of him unlike how Wes had his knees tucked against his chest. He also seemed to be leaning against the lockers behind them, looking relaxed against the cool metal.

"Technus decided to try and take over the DJ booth. I managed to stop him pretty quickly but I needed a breather so I came out here" Danny said, making a vague gesture with his hand.

"Hmm" Was Wes' only reply. The source of all his troubles, both old and new was sitting right next to him and they were holding a proper conversation like real people. No threats of exposing identities, no witty banter or mocking remarks.

To someone who didn't know any better it would almost seem like they were on civil terms with eachother.

What kind of terms are we on?

They weren't friends, not by a long shot. But enemies seemed too strong a word now that Wes thought about it. It wasn't like they were physically hurting eachother like Danny's other enemies. It was less literal battling and more metaphorical and figurative battling.

But after tonight would I even be able to do that anymore?

Wes couldn't just ignore the revelation forced upon him. He wasn't one for ignoring the obvious and when Kyle presented the evidence he had to admit his feelings were a tad obvious.

A comfortable silence was now between the two and Wes turned his head to look at Danny directly. His breath caught in his throat.

Danny was completely relaxed leaning against the lockers behind him. His hair was slightly disheveled, more so than usual. His eyes were closed and he had a faint smile on his face. The dim light shining in made his pale skin look like it was glowing, giving him an ethereal look. Wes was pretty sure that he could only glow in ghost form but that didn't stop the way the light reflected to make it seem otherwise. Wes also became hyper aware of the fact that they were sitting very close to eachother, if he leaned to the side a bit they would be brushing shoulders.

'Yeah, super obvious' Wes thought as he felt a blush find it's way onto his cheeks.

Wes managed to pry his eyes away and looked back down at his cup of spiked punch.

"Screw it" he mumbled before downing the whole thing.

"Hmm? What was that?" Danny asked as he peeked an eye open.

"Screw it" Wes said louder as he grabbed Danny by his collar and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Danny froze in place as Wes pulled back. The blush stood out against Danny's pale skin and Wes knew he was probably as red as tomato as he spoke "Wanna go dance? With me?" Wes asked cautiously.

Danny blinked before a doppy smile found it's way onto his face "Yeah, sure" he said.

Wes pushed himself up and held out a hand which Danny took without a moment's hesitation.

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chil2de · 4 years ago

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Hi!! if possible can i please request yuuta having a girlfriend that’s his childhood friend? (So like instead of rika it’s y/n and she doesn’t die) that loves to dote on him cause that boy needs some love. Thank you!! <3

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE THIS MADE ME SO SOFT!!!!! ohmygod!!!! growing up with yuuta would be THE best onshdhfsh thank you sososos much anon this was such a pleasure to write! i don’t know why but the “and she doesn’t die” had me screaming LMFAOOOO

enjoy! no warnings, just old fashioned cute fluff and heart wrenching moments! thank you for giving me the opportunity to write for the best boy mwaaah you deserve eternal happiness! hope no insects bite you during these warm months <3

“okkotsu!” you cried out, feminine and shrill voice ringing in the air. the cicadas chirped melodiously, calling out their delightful songs in the spring air.

the young boy staggered around, losing his balance from spinning too fast. his fragile hands reached out, pulling in small grabby motions towards your innocent and joyous face.

you were always so optimistic, even when you were younger. yuuta could only huff and wail as his caretaker hauled him away from the playground, gesturing it was time for him to come home. thick and messy tears spilled out the corners of his eyes which hadn’t yet endured countless sleep devoid nights.

he was so far away, but that was okay because you knew you’d see him the very next day.

“okkotsu! promise to play with me again tomorrow!” you cupped your hands, exclaiming as much as your little lungs could endure. yuuta could see the tears heavy in your gaze, but even then, you prevailed. you grinned, all for him.

ever since the very start. till ‘death do us apart.

“okkotsu! come oooon, don’t cry, okay? (y/n)’s got your back! see, see?! look! they don’t bite!” you braved a smirk on your features, beckoning the shy and introverted young man over. his face looked uncertain and his lips wobbled as though he could crack at any moment. he took a few cautious steps, maintaining his distance between you and the furry animal on the floor.

“r-really? it won’t bite?” he coughed, reaching his unstable fingertips out.

“eh?! that’s the first time you’ve spoken to me! your voice is so nice! it’s so cool! hey! can i hear it again? pleaaaase? i know you’re shy but i’d really like to hear it! hey, okkotsu, say my name? pretty please?”

“um- i, uh.. it’s okay.. you can call me yuuta.”

“yuuta! you’re going to be late for your first day of junior high! i totally told you to wake up on time too!” you stood with your hands rested firmly on your hips, face stern and tone impatient.

“sorry! sorry- it’s um, my hair. i don’t know how to style it.” he admitted, albeit sheepishly by trailing the last few words off into a murmur. you only gave him a sigh before kneeling down behind him, propping yourself up to take a look at his hair in the reflection of the mirror.

“how on earth are you so tall already? we eat the same food, you know. slouch over a little.” you pinched his cheeks before glossing over his hair.

when you ran your fingertips through his hair, you felt butterflies and anxiety rock your stomach.

that’s never been there before.

you’ve touched yuuta countless times, whether that was accidentally hitting him, holding his hand to cross the street…

so why was it different?

you could feel yuuta’s body tense up and run rigid underneath your touch.

that definitely wasn’t there before.

“relax. it’s me.” you cooed quietly, roughing up his hair into different styles.

“like this? looks like you just woke up, sorta, but i think it’s cute.”

yuuta’s heart rate skyrocketed through the roof and his breath hitched.

“cute?” he reiterated, chewing out the phrase like he’d never heard it before in his life.

“hm? yeah-“

you caught his gaze in the mirror, eyes half lidded and attention averted. the tips of his ears were tainted a deep red with small flicks of blush painting his cheeks.

“eh?! nononono- not like that i’m- i just think it suits you, you know? oh, crap, would you look at the time? okay we gotta go and leave!” you clambered out of his bedroom, thudding the door shut behind you.

yuuta only gawked at you with bewilderment, lips slightly parted and fingertips outstretched in his failed attempt to stop you.

he turned to himself in the mirror, studying his features before running one hand through his jet black locks.

“cute, huh?” he muttered, avoiding his own judgemental gaze.

the bittersweet part about growing up with a childhood friend is change.

for all the time that you’d spent with yuuta, you didn’t realise that your relationship with him was something to not take for granted.

especially with those around you who would kill for what you two have.

you’d always get mundane questions from high school girls who thought they could have a shot with him, “what’s his type?” “do you think he likes me?”

meanwhile you only played along with their charades, laughing inwardly when he was actually extremely introverted.

“so? what’s the deal with you and okkotsu-san? you guys dating?”

“no. we’re just friends.”

“seriously? you guys are always glued at the hip. you know he has a picture of you in his locker, right?”

“yeah? so do i. it doesn’t mean anything.”

“it’s kind of a shame, he’s such a nice young man.. gone to waste like that..”

“what’s gone to waste?” yuuta inquired with an indifferent tone, plopping down beside you with his bento box. the classmate sat opposite you only gave him a phony cheerful temperament, twirling her index finger around her hair.

“oh! okkotsu-senpai! we were just talking about you! how was your da-“

“please leave.”

you could only gape at him in your peripherals, sputtering on your sandwich as you watched the life drain from your classmate at his monotony. yuuta didn’t spare you or the girl a glance as he worked to unpack his lunch, hell the guy even murmured a small itadakimasu as if nothing happened.

“wh- okkotsu senpai?”

“listen.” he let out a deep sigh before proceeding.

“whatever shot you thought you had with me? it’s gone out the window. don’t disrespect (y/n) in front of me like that again.”

“you’re making us uncomfortable, so get up and go.” he motioned with his chopsticks, giving her a dead gaze towards another table.

the girl scoffed, mouth hung wide open as she picked up her bag and stormed out of sight.

whilst your face was as blank as a stone, internally, you were only screaming in the depths of piping hot hell visible from the sun itself.

baby girl? that was when you noticed how fucking fine of a man yuuta grew up to be.

“that was seriously nerve wracking.. my stomach hurts so bad right now” yuuta coughed through a bite of his sandwich, refusing to meet your gaze.

you slapped his back, because, holy shit??? awe painted your face like you just witnessed your own child talking or walking for the first time.

“what the shit? yuuta? are you kidding?”

“oh, huh? did i overdo it or something?“

“no?! are you kidding? that was fucking awesome! i swear! this is why i love you-“

oh.

uh oh.

oh no.

yuuta let out a shrill squeak unbeknownst to any human being able to produce such a volume. it was a cross between a floorboard creaking, a mouse sniffing and him choking on his food. the poor boy had to excuse himself to the bathroom, hacking and sniffling in an ugly fit of coughs from the food that got caught in his windpipe.

your blood rushed to your head, veins lit ablaze, bones rattling as you could hear the chatter pound and drill into your skull, scoring you deep and down into your bones.

“did she just say she loves him?”

“i totally knew they were going out!”

“i can’t believe it…”

“do you think he’ll reject her?”

it replayed over, and over, and over. what a fucking fool you felt. did he even feel the same?

that’s why i love you.

i love you.

a blob of black clouded your vision and you could hear the glass breaking.

yuuta sat himself back down, excusing himself.

you could hear nothing but the tune of his heartbeat. or was it yours? it sounded too heavy to belong in either of your bodies.

his voice came as a wobble because of his anxiety, but this was the one thing in his life he’d be absolutely certain of.

“that’s okay. i love you too.”

“yuuta? you okay? you’ve been spacing out for at least five minutes. something on your mind?” you lightly shake your boyfriend, grip reassuring but firm. it takes a couple of seconds for his gaze to gloss over as he returns back to reality.

“sorry. was just thinking about our childhood, that’s all.” his voice comes out deep and masculine. it doesn’t have that tremor as it used to before, like he’d break down at any minute.

you can say with absolute certainty as you stare up your entire 5’10 boyfriend that he’s matured well.

his hand snakes around to your waist, pulling you into him for comfort.

some ways better than others, you suppose.

“can we stay home today?” he hums, resting his chin on top of your head,

“same as ever, yuuta, aren’t you? it’s fine, i’ll tell nobara my period’s making me act up. she’ll understand-“

“hm? you’re not due for another week though, right?”

you crease your eyebrows as you type out an apology to nobara for cancelling plans, glancing up at yuuta curiously.

“how the heck do you know that?”

“i’m not supposed to? i’d always count your cycle so i wouldn’t irritate you on the wrong day. besides, don’t you think it was too convenient for you to always find snacks in your locker when it rolled around?”

“those snacks were you?! oh my god! i was trying to figure that out for forever!”

“i know. i remember you ranting to me about it.”

“you just sat there?! yuuta! you’re so cheeky sometimes, i swear!”

“only for you.” he chimes, peppering a soft kiss onto your head. you smile against him, though unfortunately pry out of his familiar and welcoming touch.

“i’m gonna step out for a second tho, ‘kay? i think that’s itadori at the door with my chocolate and painkillers” you snort, giving yuuta a bold wink as you put on your best act, keeling over and clutching at your abdomen as though you’re on death’s door.

“you’re awful.” yuuta chuckles, slumping down onto the sofa to hear the events unfold right in front of him.

you clear your throat and slouch your shoulders as you pry the apartment door open.

“(y/n)-senpai! i came as fast as i could and i brought you some of your favourite sna- oh, okkotsu-senpai! hello!”

“hi there.” he leans his head back, giving itadori a small wave.

“i won’t interrupt you guys so get well soon! and fast! cause i wanna hang out with you! bye!”

you cradle the necessities itadori brought whilst gleaming at yuuta with a wicked grin plastered on your face from ear to ear.

“you want anything?” you cock an eyebrow, showing him the arrangement of snacks.

it’s not the answer you were expecting, but it definitely wasn’t unwelcome. it made you feel warm inside, like eating warm and soothing soup on a cold winter’s day. this, for you, was okkotsu yuuta at his best, stripped clean and vulnerable.

you’re the only one who he can relax around, act like the world is carefree. like he’s young again, prancing around in that dingy colourful playground he met you at.

“i want you to kiss me.”

#okay hold up #yuuta’s little ‘hi there’ HAS ME ACTING TF UP #OOOOOOOHHH THIS MAN #anyways i hope i wrote him well!!#jjk #jjk x reader #jjk imagines #jjk scenarios #jjk headcanons #okkotsu yuuta #jjk yuuta #yuuta x you #yuuta x reader #okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #yuta okkotsu imagines #yuuta okkotsu

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woahajimes · 4 years ago

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So I have this little headcanon (well,,,, not really a headcanon but more of a nice-to-think-about headcanon because it would never happen but it’s- like the title- nice to think about so im sharing it here) in which they’re all going to the beach in this sorta mini-van that bruce rented. And take in mind that this is the wayne family, but at the same time most people that wear a bat on their chest,,,, so they had to whack some things up.

BUT ANYWAYS, it was Bruce’s dumbass idea to buy a van and call it a road-trip, and honestly? no one was ready. That usually happens with big families, even with one that has most kids over 18. And how everyone was on board with the idea doesn’t matter because this is my headcanon and they are all now squished in a minivan and there are bags in the back and towels in the seats and there’s a cooler on top because it didn’t fit.

and just for reference the van was like SMALL. it was sort of like the school buses but way smaller, so they’re like buses in which there are three seats in front, driver, and then like two others (the middle one doesn’t really count because that’s where you put waterbottles and stuff). There’s a sort of space in the back, where you usually put the backpacks (these are like elementary school buses and every single kid has those backpacks with wheels and it’s a pain in the ass-) and then there is another set of four seats (that’s more like a sofa but no armrest- god please have patience there is literally not a single image on google im trying to be specific- and those are facing the back of the bus (so the backrest (?) is facing the place with the bags).

THEN we have another seat that’s close to this one but facing the opposite way but it’s only THREE seats so there’s a space for the next row of three seats and then there’s the back one that’s four again.

In conclusion, you can fit 18-ish people, driver counted.

and continuing with my story, it’s Bruce driving, Alfred as shotgun, a water-bottle or two in the middle, the bags in their respective places... and then...

disaster.

Babs is the only one sitting in the four-seat closer to the bags, harper is in the three-seat, Dick is there as well.

and then there’s the rest. Steph, Cass, Duke, Jason, Tim, Damian, they’re all screaming in the back and they’re throwing towels around and there’s an “OW! THAT WAS MY HAIR YOU DICKHEAD!” and a “THAT’S MINE!” and so many other things because. the back of the bus, it’s cURSED. And Bruce is just driving with a strained smile because he wants so badly to turn around and throw a waterbottle at each of their heads to get them to shut up (of course, it wouldn’t work because not even god can calm down the back of the bus)

Tim and Jason somehow get into this argument of how tim ‘has no friends’ and Tim shoots back that in fact he DOES, that he’s calling them right this instant. And bruce doesn’t even have a chance to yell at them, because now there’s a speedster and a cloned kryptonian right beside the moving minivan and Bruce is lowkey freaking out because none of them (the ones in the van and the ones out) are wearing their superhero costumes, and then Tim is just with his hands pressed on the window and he’s like practically banging the glass and waving and they can’t hear him but he’s like “HEY! HEY HYE HEY YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!” and then dick is just telling them to cut it out and slow down because you know, identities, and Steph is like HOLY SHIT THEY DID MAKE IT and Damian is just sitting upside down with his legs in the backrest off the seat and Duke is in the same position, making fun of Damian because his feet don’t reach.

Kon and Bart seem to get the hint because they slow down, but not before bart has literally jumped towards the MOVING VAN and vibrated through (i’m like 99% sure he is able to do that so-) and then he literally landed on Tim (tim actually softened his fall, because Tim’s back literally made a ~crack~ sound by hitting somebody’s knee) and stood up real quick and then started waving and laughing at kon, who was now running normal-speed beside the van.

And then bruce went FASTER and kon was like WHAT THE HECK OLD MAN and he can’t use his powers so he’s literally running behind the van and bart is laughing his ass off and then tim is like “BRUCE STOP THE VAN!” and then Bart is already calling cassie and telling her what happened and you can hear cassie laughing from over the phone and then Tim is just yelling at bruce in the background. Bruce eventually DOES stop, and Tim opens the door for him and Kon crawls in and Bart’s still laughing, and he’s practically leaning onto Dick and Harper, and they’re squished together and bart’s just laughing on the phone while Kon sits on the really far end of the opposite seat (practically on the door) so he’s the furthest from babs as possible because he’s actually terrified of her. Tim is just sorta awkward because he now realizes that he was a bit TOO excited to see kon, and then the back of the bus/van is staring at them and like what the hell and then Tim goes “who doesn’t have friends, huh?”, and Jason goes ‘pfft’ and he calls roy but he’s spending time with lian; he calls artemis and she goes, “but wasn’t this a family trip? what do you need me for?”, SO jaosn calls bizarro and then he barely answers the phone when bizarro goes “RED HER SAID NO. BYE” so Jason slumps and it’s quiet for a second when steph goes “is that GUM IN MY HAIR”. And then jason laughs and its chaos all over again. (i might make a ‘things that were heard from the back of the road trip bus post bc i have so many ideas oh my god)

and then they are at the beach, the bus barely stops and there’s a few bags thrown out the window, and people yelling at Kon to open the door, and Kon not being able to work under pressure so tim opens it and everyone’s pushing each other and Steph has an uneven strand of hair, because Damian went to ‘extreme measures’ and cut it so now steph’s hair is uneven and they were going to keep cutting it “to make it even” but then Alfred was like “you’re all going to clean the van afterwards so think carefully” and then nobody did anything and there’s literally a ziploc bag with steph’s strand of hair (damian didn’t even cut to where the gum was, he cut even FURTHER but yes, the gum is in the bag).

As I was saying, they get out of the van, and the bags are out and Bruce has NO IDEA what to do. none. It’s alfred that rents a tent and then Damian’s chasing duke into a random restaurant’s changeroom and showers and then cass is dragging harper that’s dragging steph that’s dragging jason and tim is getting the bags with Kon and bart and bart realizes that he doesn’t have a swimsuit and then he stops walking and Kon seems to realize too and it’s like OH MAN and they can’t run back (because no powers, rule set by bruce when two super-powered bros came in the bus) and They’ recarrying the bags to this tent (do you guys know what im talking about? i feel like we’re imagining completely different things- it’s this but much more people and there’s a bunch of people selling stuff like sunglasses and doign hair, piercings, tattoos even - for the tattoos thing it’s just promo for an actual shop they don’t tattoo you in the actual beach - ) and It’s literally Kon, tim and bart carrying the bags (which they CAN carry between the three, it’s not like they packed up half the manor) and then a minute later or so Steph is sprinting towards Tim and she’s yelling something Tim can’t understand and then Steph points at her bag (that tim’s carrying) and she screams something like “SAND! HOT!” and then she’s like high-knee-ing/sprinting even faster and Cass is just walking barefoot in the sand, super calm, but she’s got Harper on her back. Damian and Duke are racing towards the shadow (because the sand is cooler there), and next thing you know Jason’s aready in the tent with a coconut.

And if you haven’t thougth about how the Batfam would be in the beach then let me tell you, you don’t have enough spare time because i know for a FAT FACT that:

It was Jason that insisted on Bruce buying sand toys (a whole bag, i swear)

Damian tried coconut water, didn’t like it all that much (altho he loves the inside- idk what it’s called but it’s edible i swear)

Bruce put on an excessive amount of sunscreen

Duke has swimming trunks with the robin logo just to piss damian off (also Damian has matching ones but with the batman one)

Steph, Cass and Harper rented a banana boat (here’s a picture) and they dragged Jason and Tim along, just to toss them off in the end

Jason 1000% got stung by a jellyfish

Bruce bought like seven friendship bracelets from this guy that made them because they looked deadass cool

They played beach volleyball and let me tell you Damian can throw a really mean overhand serve (actually, i don’t think you THROW a serve, but like,,, serve one-)

dick got buried in the sand, courtesy of Jason

bart was pissy because he couldn’t go in the water, so he and Kon sprinted with normal speed (they both had water-proof anklets that sucked their powers, so it was REALLY a no-powers vacation, courtesy of Bruce, again.)

the only ones in stock were neon, and they settled real quick so now theyre sprinting back and cardying a bag of keychains they thought looked rad as hell and now tim caught up to them and all three are practically skipping towards the water

,,,,they forgot to put sunscreen on.... all of them,,, they forgot....

tim made a sand castle

in teams of two (kon/bart, tim/cass, duke/harper, steph/jason, dick/damian) got on each other shoulders and basically spent five minutes trying to see who would be the last team standing, splashing water everywhere and stuff

first team to go down was Dick and damian, because steph pushed damian and by trying to keep himself on Dick's shoulders, damian accidentally poked dick's eye (sort of CLAWED in so you know what i mean).

second team to go down was steph and jason, because damian doesnt play fair and so he swam down and literally just scratched Jason's ankle, knowing damn well that the jellyfish sting was there. Jaosn shrieked and steph lost her balance. so much for vigilantes at night with stealth and talent, huh.

third team to go down was tim and bart because kon insisted on being on bart’s shoulders and that’s easy peasy because i mean, bart’s not WEAK, but he’s not TALL either and it’s not like Kon weighs a feather and they’re on the deeper side,,,,, you can imagine the rest

Now there’s two teams, and they call it a tie because otherwise someone’s gonna end up injured (altho tim likes to say that he and cass won)

There’s music playing in the background, with really vulgar lyrics that alfred disapproves of, but you know. It’s not his beach.

THIS IS REALLY JUST A SCREAM POST SORRY IT’S NOT WHAT YOU GUYS SIGNED UP FOR BUT TAGLIST ANYWAYS: @red-hood-redemption @screennamealreadyused @bikoncon @catxsnow @thesporklecat @thesesickfics-justmakemesick @hauntingsonofrobin anddd i think i forgot someone sorry

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ohcheckmate · 2 years ago

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[scout! notre recontre] today’s amazing

Season: Spring

Location: Arcade

Makoto: Heck yeah~ GG…♪

I don’t have any extra work scheduled after school today, so I can finally just have fun playing games at the arcade after such a long time~

Hehe, who’s my next challenger! Come on up! Games are my area of expertise, I definitely won’t lose~♪

Hokuto: Anzu, are there any games you’d like to play? If not, let’s just directly head over there.

Makoto: (Hm? Hold on, those people walking in are wearing the Yumenosaki uniform right…? Wait, aren’t they…)

Hey~ Hidaka-kun, Anzu-chan~! Are you guys here to play games too?

(...Ahaha, they definitely didn’t hear me calling them. The music from the games all around us is way too noisy.)

(Wait, are they heading to the photo booths? …Sounds about right, it seems that Hidaka-kun rarely plays games like this anyway.)

(What if it’s like those classic shoujo manga tropes where the main leads, in order to capture the amazing memories from their after-school date, take some sweet and couple-y pictures in the photo booth… or something like that?!)

(Oooh, when did Hidaka-kun and Anzu-chan become so close? I'm so curious...!)

(I really wanna go over there to check out what’s going on, but I’m in the middle of a battle and it’s kinda rude to quit halfway…)

(Guess I gotta up my game and end this round as soon as possible!)

On the other side of the arcade

Hokuto: Once you choose a photo mode you like, stand in the booth behind those curtains. Then, face the mirror, and follow the poses that are shown.

Haha, no need to thank me. I’m alright as long as I can help you, even if it’s just a bit.

Actually, I’m not particularly proficient with this, but Narukami once brought me and Otogari here during our second year, so I could say that I have some experience.1

Anzu, you want to take an individual shot, right? Would it be better for me to wait for you outside?

You’re saying that it’ll be boring to just take solo shots, so you want to take a few with me first?

Mm, of course that’s alright with me. At the same time, I can use this opportunity to practice my sense for the camera.

During meet-and-greets, some fans like to ask us to take a wefie with them. I would have to put more thought into how I can match and interact with them, and take photos that are satisfactory for both of us.

Even if this might make me seem overly serious, when I’m able to present the most perfect and cool side of myself in any situation—That’s when I’ll be able to say that I’m a qualified idol.

Anzu, you’re agreeing with me? As expected of you, the Producer, who understands us best.

Let’s not waste any more time, and stand properly in front of the mirror. Starting from the first pose…

This hand gesture is the ‘finger heart’ that has been popular lately, right? Actually, when I first saw it, I thought that gesturing through the intersection of the thumb and forefinger looks more like a cross instead.

Hm? Why are you giggling so suddenly, did I just naturally say an extremely funny joke?

In that case, I shall take note of it. Perhaps I will be able to use it when I am on ‘Comedy’ variety shows in the future.

Oh, the countdown has started. Maintain your current pose, and three, two, one—

???: Amazing—!!!

Hokuto: …?!!

Anzu, you heard that too, didn't you? Only that Masked Pervert would make that weird noise!

Makoto: —Hidaka-kun!! W-what did you do to Anzu-chan?! (pulls aside the curtain of the photo booth)

Hokuto: …Huh? Yuuki, why are you the one that appeared? It can’t be that you’re actually that guy in disguise?

Makoto: How regretful for you to say that, as the one standing in front of you is indeed Makoto Yuuki in the flesh…☆

Wait, this isn’t the right time to joke around! This is all Akehoshi-kun’s fault, it’s now an instinct for me to respond when other people crack jokes…

Anyway, Hidaka-kun, you better explain yourself clearly—Why did Anzu-chan shriek so suddenly? And to think that I trusted you too…!

Hokuto: No, even if you ask me this, my mind is completely muddled as well.

Rather than accusing me like that, you’re better off quickly finding the Masked Per—... Hibiki-senpai, who is hiding nearby, waiting for me to make a fool of myself.

Makoto: …? What does this have to do with Hibiki-senpai?

Hokuto: Anzu, did you hear where his voice came from? But the only thing that’s placed there is my school bag.

Wait, it can’t be—Let me check my smartphone.

As expected. “So, did you think that I was by your side? This is a surprise that I have prepared specially for you today, Hokuto-kun~ Amazing☆”

Makoto: Woah, your tone sounds so similar when you’re imitating Hibiki-senpai!

Hokuto: …Even though I know you are complimenting me, I feel a bit unhappy about it.

Makoto: Hm, so going by Hidaka-kun’s speculation, what actually happened was that Hibiki-senpai somehow managed to set your phone’s notification ringtone to ‘Amazing’, which scared you and Anzu-chan?

Phew… I knew Hidaka-kun isn’t the type of guy who would do terrible things to girls.

Hokuto: Your reaction earlier didn’t sound so confident of the fact.

Actually, I bumped into Anzu on the way home just now, so I asked about how her health was these days.

Even though she’s already recovered from the earlier hospital visit, us members of Trickstar are still quite worried. And with my own schedule being this hectic, I rarely ever get the chance to talk to her.

In order to show that she has already regained her spirits, she wanted to try out what Narukami did previously, to take photos in these booths to give to us. So, I brought her here.

Makoto: So she wanted to do this in order to reassure us. My earlier reaction made me seem even more worried, huh? Sorry…

Hokuto: That said, if you already knew that we were here taking photos, why didn’t you immediately join us?

Makoto: About that… I hurried over here after I finished my game, but I saw that the machine was a “Girls Only” one, so I had no choice but to wait outside until you guys came out.

It’s definitely not that I’m some sort of pervert and wanted to secretly peek at you guys or listen in on you guys—It’s not like that?!

Hokuto: Ahaha, so that’s what happened. It’s indeed like you to follow the rules strictly all the time.

However, since Anzu is here, I think it’ll be okay to come inside as long as you’re here as her companion. This opportunity is hard to come by, so let the three of us take some photos together.

Makoto: Anzu-chan, you’re okay with this too? Then, don’t mind if I do~!

I hope that we can invite Akehoshi-kun and Isara-kun with us one day, so we can take a group photo with the five of us…♪

hokuto is referencing the ! gacha story, in the rose garden!

eng proofing: finderlen

#ensemble stars #enstars #hidaka hokuto #yuuki makoto

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leewritesstuff · 4 years ago

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Lose You To Love Me |Tom Holland x Reader

Paring: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: Losing someone hurts, but knowing that things get better, feels fine. You were dating Tom but feels as if you guys were slowly drifting away

Song: Lose You To Love Me

Masterlist

This is my first Tom Holland works, it's a little rusty since I haven't written something that isn't anime for a while.

You promised the world and I fell for it I put you first and you adored it Set fires to my forest And you let it burn Sang off-key in my chorus 'Cause it wasn't yours

Having an on-and-off relationship was difficult. Especially when the relationship was a secret. You wanted to come out and be public but Tom didn't. The excuses were 'They will attack you' or 'I'm just not ready' but to see him posing for pictures with other models and celebrities made you feel as if you were a secret as if he was a shame.

Moving from the kitchen to sit in the living room couches, you played with his hair, feeling his soft curls between your fingers.

"Tom do you think we could go to that new cafe that opens up down the straight? I hear that they sell amazing cupca-" Without looking up from his phone, he replies with "I would love to but I don't want anyone spotting us" "Well that's fine if they do, don't you think it's time that they know?" "I just want us to keep some stuff to ourselves, ya know?" Letting out a sigh, you leaned your body off of his, grabbed the remote to turn on the tv.

I saw the signs and I ignored it Rose-colored glasses all distorted Set fire to my purpose And I let it burn You got off on the hurtin' When it wasn't yours, yeah

"Who the fuck is her huh?! Is that why you can't hang out? Or why you're always so late? You never have time to spend with me, heck you don't even say sorry for missing out on our planned dates!" "For fucking sake Y/N! Not everything is about you! I told you I was running late because I was at a party for work! You of all people are supposed to know that!" "I wouldn't be feeling this way if people weren't taking pictures of you and that model! Friends don't act that way! You don't see me acting that way with Harrison!"

"I swear it's like you're my fucking mother. I'm a grown-ass man, I can do whatever the hell I want! Stop bitching every fucking time!"

You looked at him in shock, still trying to register the words he used on you. Some fans have been speculating that you and Tom were dating but that was quickly debunked when a few pictures of Tom and another model were 'rumored' to be dating.

At first the rumors didn't bother you. It was for an upcoming movie, but after a while of countless photos of them together, it started to make you feel a type of way, jealously, insecure.

You didn't exactly notice that your relationship was falling apart, only feeling the distance. You nodded your head at him, "Alright"

He watched you, anger from the fight filling up his veins. He was tired of having the same fight with you every time a picture of him and a girl gets posted.

He walked over to you and grabbed your hands, holding them tightly, "Look, I'm not cheating okay? You know how the paps get when they see something like a good story. I love you, and only you okay? You just have to trust me"

You leaned into his touch, hugging him back. Still not feeling secure but decides to ignore it.

He never did say sorry to those planned dates.

We'd always go into it blindly I needed to lose you to find me This dancing was killing me softly I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

After the incident that happens two weeks ago, nothing was the same. The relationship started getting more toxic, one of you would be yelling at the other or mentally abusing eachotherTom started coming home late and was spending more time outside than with you. He wasn't even home for your anniversary, instead, he chose to go to a pub. You tried to get Harrison to speak to him, but he would always come back at you, yelling at you for dragging his friend into his.

So you decided to go to the pub he was in.

You called up your best friend and got yourself ready. You didn't expect the pub to be so filled, but then again clubbing was never really your thing. Music blazing, the smell of alcohol in the air. bodies rolling on each other. Your friend asks you if you were fine then heads straight to the dance floor.

You head to the bar and asked the bartender for a drink. After receiving your drink you sat on one of the stools and drink it, looking around to see if your boyfriend was around.

Finishing the drink and not seeing him, you were starting to feel bad for doubting him, getting ready to leave, you got up but when you do, you saw someone who looks like Tom grinding into a blonde girl.Confusion written on your face. You walk up closer to get a good look, surprised, shock, and anger running through your veins.

You watched as he grinds his hips into her, feeling her up with his hands. It made you sick. Disgusted. What made you feel even sicker was when he turned her around and held a full make-out session with her. Feeling the tears flow from your eyes, you left and tried to find your friend.

You explained to her what happen and even in her drunken state, she tried to comfort you, you both left and head home.

So much for being the only one.

To love, love, yeah To love, love, yeah To love, yeah I needed to hate you to love me, yeah

For days you felt like shit, for days you ignored his calls, for days you hated him.

You couldn't stand seeing his face, seeing how he was trying to pretend as if ntohing ever happened. It hurt you to know that he was playing his pretend role as if he was acting about how he feels about you. He tried calling but his calls were always ignored.

Tom felt as if you were slowly slipping away from him. He didn't know what he had done wrong. He thought everything was going well. He tried calling one more time, then gave up, deciding to give you your space.

To love, love, yeah To love, love, yeah To love, yeah I needed to lose you to love me

Saying hello was always easy but saying goodbye was the hardest thing to do.Trying to shove all your clothes into the suitcase, shoving his hands off so your shoulder. You watch him, feeling no emotions, just blank. Empty. Nothing.

"I never thought, you of all people would cheat on me." "What do you mean? I never-" "Oh don't lie Thomas, I saw you, a few weeks ago when you were at the club. , If our relationship wasn't good why couldn't you have said anything? I spent days, weeks trying to get you to talk to me but no. I'm not even surprised, I mean they say actors lie about their true feelings, I guess I missed the warnings huh?"

Tom watched you in shock, not expecting you to call him out on that. He didn't plan for this to happen, it was supposed to be a one-time thing but the thrill and excitement he got made him feel something. He didn't mean to hurt you, but he did. And that was something that he could never take back.

"I'm sorry.." You let out a laugh, this whole situation was funny, "Now you're sorry, for what? For missing out on dates? Coming home late? Ignoring me? Oh wait is it because you got caught cheating on me with some bimbo right?"

"Don't call her that!"

"Ha, you even protect her... I thought you were different, but I guess I was wrong"

And now the chapter is closed and done To love, love, yeah To love, love, yeah To love, yeah

Months passed, four to be exact and you have been doing better after moving out of Tom's you were able to afford an apartment for yourself which you then rented out half to your friend. You got promoted from your job and now you're working for more money.

Standing in line, to order your favorite cup of drink, someone bounced into you, knocking their drink on you.

"Watch it you asshole!" "Y/N?"

You look up and notice Tom standing in front of you, holding two cups of coffee.

"Hey, how have you been?" "I've been good, have a few acting roles coming up for a new movie. How about you? I remember you were working for a fashion store"

"I became manager, the pay is nice. If I keep it up they might move me to another firm that pays higher"

He nodded his head at you, feeling a bit proud of you," Well I'm in town for a bit, I won't be leaving until next month"

"Nice" Que the awkwardness

"Hey look, I'm sorry for how things turned out, I didn't mean for it to happen. I was kind of hoping that we could probably talk like we used to, or go to dinner or-"

"Look, Tom, no hard feelings but I'm over that. I have a life now, you started this and you can't make me forget all the pain that you caused me. I'm over that, I'm done crying and you should too."

He nodded his head, trying to hide the disappointment he's feeling, he tried to put on a smile to play it off but you know better, "Well I hope to see you again"

Grabbing your cup of coffee from the cashier, you paid her and face time. You said something which made his smile dropped as he watched you walk out.

"And now it's goodbye, it's goodbye for us"

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