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gotham--fc · 9 months

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Puck Drop - A Hilary Knight Imagine

Request: Hilary and R are married with kids and R comes to the first Boston game to support Hilary and the PWHL

we are so back, I'm so back in the writing game I mean it this time it's not like the other times I said that then disappeared for months I really mean it the woho girlies have got me I can't them down

About 1000 words of pure fluff enjoy

Y/N pulls the end of the jersey her son was wearing out of his mouth. She smooths out his hair, wipes a bit of dirt off his cheek. He squirms away from her, like any four-year-old would, but she gives him a look that says stay still for one second. She adjusts her nine-month-old daughter’s jersey as well, making sure Knight on the back is visible.

“Do you remember what I told you?” Y/N asks her son. Noah nods.

“Stay with you, drop the puck to Mama and smile for the picture.”

“Good,” Y/N says, “We have to wait until they tell us to go out.”

“Mama is going to be so surprised,” Noah says.

“Ma!” Luna babbles.

“That’s right baby, are you excited to see Mama?” Y/N says. Luna starts squirming in Y/N’s arm, clearly excited.

A stadium employee steps into the room they’re waiting in.

“We’re about to get started.”

“Thanks,” Y/N says, “Okay lets go.”

Y/N adjusts her grip on Luna and takes Noah’s hand. She follows the employee and watches the opening ceremony. She cheers when the names are announced and she can hear Noah cheering too. When Hilary’s name is called Noah cheers louder.

“Go Mama!” He yells. Luna shrieks in agreement.

An employee hands them each a puck. Noah takes his and holds it very seriously. Luna puts her right into her mouth. Y/N can’t help but laugh. The PA announcer announces the ceremonial puck drop and Y/N keeps her eyes on Hilary as he announces their names. The three of them step onto the carpet and Y/N watches the shock and delighted surprise on Hilary’s face. Hilary skates over for the puck drop, a huge grin on her face.

“Okay, are you ready?” Y/N asks. Noah nods. The two of them drop their pucks on the ice. Luna keeps her in her mouth. Y/N tries to pull it out but Luna pushes her hands away. Hilary laughs and tickles Luna’s belly. Luna laughs.

“Can I have this?” Hilary asks. Luna gives Hilary the puck, almost smacking her in the face with it. “Thank you,” Hilary says. Y/N laughs as Luna tries to climb into Hilary’s arms.

“No baby, Mama has to play hockey now, you can see her later.”

Hilary drops her gloves on the ice and hands her stick to Noah. She pulls Luna into her arms.

“Hi baby,” Hilary coos, “You surprised me, you sneaky girl.”

Luna gurgles in Hilary’s arms. They all turn to the photographer who has been taking pictures of this conversation. They get a picture before Kendall backs away.

“Get one of just the family,” She says.

Hilary starts protesting, saying Kendall is basically part of the family, but Y/N pulls her attention away.

“Just take the picture, my love.”

They do, and Y/N goes to take Luna back, but Hilary ducks her head down before she can and kisses her. Y/N blushes. She would think, after years of dating and marriage that she would stop turning red every time Hilary kissed her, but alas. Hilary grins then hands Luna back. She kneels down to give Noah a hug before Y/N and the kids walk off the ice. Y/N heads up to the box her and the other families members were given to watch the game. During the game, Luna pays no attention to the ice, and instead gets passed around and entertained by the other occupants of the box. Noah splits his time between playing with the toys Y/N brought for him and watching the game.

“Which one is Mama?” Noah asks.

“She’s right there,” Y/N points, “Number 21.”

Minnesota wins, 3-2, and Y/N knows Hilary will be disappointed. She always is after a loss, and Y/N understands. Hilary always wants the best from herself and when she loses she always picks apart everything she thinks she should have done better. Y/N and the kids head downstairs and wait for Hilary outside the players area. Y/N says hi and makes conversation with Hilary’s teammates as they head out. Hilary is the last one to leave the locker room, as usual. She’s freshy showered, her hair still dripping on her shoulders, and she smiles when she sees them, but Y/N can see the disappointment underneath.

“Mama, were you surprised?” Noah jumps into Hilary’s arms before Y/N can tell him not to. Hilary groans as she lifts him up, no doubt sore from the game.

“I was very surprised,” Hilary says, “I was told you were just going to watch the game from the box.”

“And we did,” Y/N says. She leans up and gives Hilary a kiss. “We also did some other stuff too.”

“Uh-huh,” Hilary says.

Hilary puts Noah down so she can carry her bag. The ride home is filled with Noah chattering excitedly about the game, with Luna piping in with unintelligible sounds. Hilary matches Noah’s enthusiasm, and Y/N is struck again by Hilary’s character. No matter how she feels about the game, she never lets the kids know. She never sulks or snaps or acts upset, even though Y/N knows she is.

By the time they get home, Luna is asleep in her car seat and Noah is halfway there. Y/N sends Noah inside to change into his pjs, and Hilary gets Luna out of her car seat. Y/N stop Hilary before she can head inside. She cups Hilary’s cheek and leans up and kisses her.

“I’m sorry about the game,” Y/N says, “I know you wanted to win. You’ll get them next time.”

“I know,” Hilary says.

Y/N wraps her arm around Hilary’s waist and puts the other on Luna’s back where she’s curled up on Hilary’s chest. The three of them sway together in the garage, Hilary’s cheek resting on Y/N’s head.

“Thank you,” Hilary says quietly, “For coming to the game. For surprising me. For marrying me. Having kids with me.”

“You don’t have to thank me for that,” Y/N answers just as quiet, “I would do it again. I would go back and do it all over again in a heartbeat.”

“We should go inside before Noah gets bored and demolishes the house.”

Y/N laughs. “He is your son.”

“He is just as much yours as he is mine,” Hilary says, “Whatever mischief he gets into is both of our faults."

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jinko-hellhound · 3 months

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“over and over, all born into great pain” — bungou stray dogs — chuuya, atsushi, dazai

“Atsushi appears on Chuuya’s doorstep covered in blood and full of drugs. Dazai, despite not being present, dutifully haunts the narrative. or: Strangers who’ve been shaped by the same person. or or: 4,000-ish words of musing and vibes and no plot.” — posted for @dazaibirthdayweek2024 !

words: 3,925

first published: 6/18/2024

characters: dazai osamu, nakahara chuuya, nakajima atsushi

relationships: nakahara chuuya & nakajima atsushi, dazai osamu & nakajima atsushi, nakahara chuuya/dazai osamu

tags: mild hurt/comfort, light angst, introspection, no plot/plotless, implied/reference drug use, non-consensual drug use (off-screen), mild gore, tiger nakajima atsushi, implied/referenced cannibalism (crazy), caring nakahara chuuya

crossposted on ao3

Dazai’s stupid kid is crumpled on Chuuya’s doorstep.

Chuuya had wanted to head down to the liquor store. Instead, his boots hit boy as soon as he stepped out the door. Fucking Dazai, Chuuya thinks, because it must be Dazai’s fault.

Chuuya sighs. He turns back to his empty penthouse, as though expecting Dazai to pop out from behind his couch and shout surprise! then announce to him some stupid plan that absolutely necessitates the weretiger bleeding out in the hall.

“Weretiger,” Chuuya says. The weretiger gives a noncommittal grunt. Copper is already filling the air and seeping into the carpet from a wound that must be in the kid’s torso, way he’s doubled over it. God, the stain in the carpet. Chuuya should just get the carpet ripped out, with how often he has to call the cleaners. Doesn’t the kid have superhuman healing? Chuuya squints. Shouldn’t he be healed already?

“Weretiger,” Chuuya says again. The kid’s shoulder shifts a centimeter and that’s about all the response he gets. Well, okay. Questions later. First things first — the weretiger rises into the air and floats into the middle of the living room. His eyes flutter, but he doesn’t seem to register the red glow around him.

“Bwuh,” the weretiger says. A conveniently stashed sheet of plastic (this is not Chuuya’s first rodeo) lifts up and settles over the couch cushions. The weretiger follows. “Bwuuuhhgggg,” he says smartly into the plastic. His left arm is a long pale line hanging off the couch, which Chuuya’s black Maine-coon is already clawing at. The weretiger seems unperturbed by this.

“Uh-huh.” The first aid kit deposits itself into his hands as he strides over to the couch. “Lemme see that wound.”

Except there’s nothing to see. Under the ripped up shirt and all the clotting blood and bits of loose flesh, it’s just smooth skin. So his ability has done its work, if belatedly. Some of this blood is only a few minutes old. It healed fast, but not as fast as it ought’ve. But the weretiger is still acting all loopy, whimpering like something hurts. Just blood loss? That doesn’t feel right.

Chuuya sits himself on his coffee table, knees bumping the couch. “What’s your name again?” It’s somewhere in the back of his mind, but all he ever hears is Akutugawa’s jinkos.

“Naka…” the weretiger starts, then seems to forget he was saying anything. He turns to the cat as though he only just realized she was drawing tracks down his arm, and coos, scratching at her chin. His pupils are huge. Ah, that’s one question answered at least. A hard drug hindered his healing — and it would have disoriented him enough to panic, go out searching for help. Now the question was what drug, why, and how the fuck did his mind, even drug-addled, end up at Chuuya?

“Naka…” Chuuya echoes, scratching his chin. He really should know this, considering the scuffles and the bounty and the general hot topic the boy was around the Port Mafia. The weretiger does not provide any more help. He is entirely caught up with the cat. Now fully turned onto his side, the weretiger has both hands around the cat’s face, scratching dutifully under both her ears. She purrs like a motorboat.

“Hello,” he says reverently. Big-eyed, he tilts forward until he and the cat can touch noses. When he smiles Chuuya catches braces and grimaces. “Hello, hello, meow.”

“Mrow,” the cat offers.

“Nakajima!” Chuuya finally settles on, triumphant. Nakajima looks up at him fully for the first time, grinning with a Dazai-like edge. Well — tree, apple, falling, etc. Chuuya supposes he’s not so much grinning like Dazai as he is grinning like someone high on nebulous hard drugs, which Dazai often is.

“What’s her name?” Nakajima asks, glossy eyes settling somewhere on Chuuya’s chin.

“Pingus,” Chuuya says, and Nakajima dissolves into giggle fits. He rolls over, pushing himself into the back of the couch, giggling so hard his feet kick out. Pingus, scandalized, climbs onto the couch and begins kneading at Atsushi’s side, trying to force her head under his hands. “What!” Chuuya says, even though he’s listened to a hundred people laugh at his cat’s name before. “It’s a fine Spanish wine, Nakajima, does your idiot mentor teach you anything—”

Nakajima’s laughter stops abruptly. Everything about him stops abruptly. He pushes himself up onto his forearms and Chuuya realizes he hates the sight of him — collapsed on Chuuya’s fine couch, which he’d bought with blood money; white hair and moonlight skin and tatters of a white shirt, all matted and sticky with his own blood, bits of flesh trailing down his stomach. He’s got, Chuuya realizes, red smears all over his chin, his neck, and if he opened his mouth a little wider it might be on his teeth, too. Chuuya had always thought the kid sweet, a bit naive, earnest and reckless. Akutugawa had called him a stupid dog. He wonders about the man-eating tiger stories; wonders what Dazai saw in him in the first place that he thought would make a good partner for Akutugawa. He wonders what Dazai’s taught the kid - what he’s nurtured in him.

“Dazai,” Nakajima says, just as reverential as when he’d been speaking to Pingus. “Dazai told me to come here.” Out of his front pocket, he pulls a crumpled, slightly damp piece of notebook paper and holds it out to Chuuya. He grins big, proud of himself.

A safe place in case of emergency! :D It reads, in Dazai’s stupid messy scrawl. Chuuya will be kind and keep Atsushi for a bit. Tell Chuuya Dazai sent you!

Below these instructions are Chuuya’s address, his phone number (Jesus, Dazai, Chuuya thinks — might as well start plastering Chuuya’s face all over Main Street), and, of course, nothing directed at Chuuya.

Chuuya sighs, runs a hand through his hair. Fucking Dazai — what was he thinking, sending Nakajima his way? Did he tell his whole gaggle of do-gooders Chuuya’s place was a safehouse? And why the hell would he send Nakajima straight into the Mafia’s hands?

(Unless, of course, he believed Chuuya would decline to tell the Mafia about this at all. It was a big risk, believing that.)

“So.” Chuuya leans forward, bracing his elbows on his knees. He studies Nakajima, whose chest is heaving, every breath coming with a hint of a wheeze. Did he overdose? Chuuya taps his foot, considering — he has aspirin in his first-aid kit. Narcan too. “What happened, huh? Too much catnip?”

Nakajima grins lazily (yes, he was right — blood and braces), head lolling against the couch. His arm is limp when Chuuya picks it up, presses two fingers to the pulse point at the inside of his elbow. Nakajima’s offering way too much trust, either because of the drugs or Dazai — Chuuya could stop his blood from flowing at all, if he wanted to. But Dazai would shoot him in the temple, probably.

“I dunno,” Nakajima slurs. His mental condition is definitely unnerving, but at least his pulse feels fine, and his skin isn’t clammy.

Chuuya pinches his inner arm and Nakajima yelps, jolting — his arm becomes monstrous and heavy. Chuuya stares at it, considering the length of its claws. Man-eater, he thinks.

“Huh,” Chuuya says. Then: “Wake up, kid. Tell me what happened.”

“Um.” Pingus is rubbing her face all over Nakajima’s jaw. A deep purr rumbles in Nakajima’s chest to match Pingus’s, which Chuuya is only mildly surprised by. There’s some semblance of awareness in Nakajima’s eyes that Chuuya thinks is due to Pingus’s bothering. She’ll get extra fish with her dinner, as a reward. “Dazai and I were undercover…” Nakajima’s eyes roam the ceiling, running his (both now human, thank God) bony hands up and down Pingus’s back. “Undercover, and… Dazai told me to leave — really fast.”

“Why?”

Nakajima looks frustrated, and Chuuya understands. With a mind addled like his is, it can be hard to put words to things even if you know exactly what you’re trying to explain. But if there’s trouble, there’s no time to wait for Nakajima to sober up.

“Because…” Nakajima says, “He said we were drugged… we were at this fancy party, and I started feeling funny, and Dazai said, go to the Agency, but the Agency was far away… I left him there…” Nakajima jumps up, suddenly, throwing a yowling Pingus off his chest. White knuckling the back of the couch, Nakajima shouts, “Dazai’s in trouble!”

“Calm down.” Chuuya considers reaching out, pushing Nakajima back down onto the couch. That probably wouldn’t go well. “You know Dazai’s fine.” Fine was maybe a strong word, but alive was a fact that seemed to stay true no matter what. “I need more from you. How’d you get injured?”

Nakajima blinks at him. “Injured?”

“Injured,” Chuuya reiterates, pointing at the chunk of yellow fat smeared across Nakijma’s stomach. What a fucking sight. All the hallmarks of a corpse on his couch, except the actual injury.

“Oh,” Nakajima says, squinting down at his own blood. He sort-of snarls as he runs his tongue over his upper teeth, like he just realized the blood on it. “I don’t — remember? I think someone tried to stop me leaving…”

Chuuya puts the images together. Thinks it through — Nakajima and Dazai, both of them completely out of place in some party full of cocktail dresses and tiny sausages. The drugging had to be well hidden for Dazai not to notice, but he would have known the second it slid down his throat. He imagines Dazai’s panicked face — the one no one else ever notices except Chuuya, who is very well attuned to the tiniest twitches of Dazai’s eyebrows — imagines him calculating exactly how many minutes him and Nakajima had, making an estimated guess based on Nakajima’s size and ability and how much he’d unknowingly chugged, and then deciding the kid had enough time to get the hell out of dodge.

Nakajima would have had to leave as discreetly as possible, as though he didn’t know anything was wrong. But if someone had drugged them both, then they were watching them, too. Nakajima had been intercepted, gotten hurt, and — hm. The man-eating thing had only ever been rumors. But if he had claws like that, Chuuya could only imagine the teeth, and what one does when there’s an unknown drug and panic and blood loss all settling in at once. With his efforts to get all the blood off his teeth and out of the crannies of his braces, Nakajima is making a lot of funny faces.

So someone was probably dead. And Dazai was God knows where. And — okay.

Chuuya tilts his head up to the ceiling, ignoring Nakajima, who has once again become preoccupied with Pingus. Question time:

1. Where’s Dazai? Did he get himself out too? Or is he drugged up in someone’s basement?

2. Why Nakajima and not him? If it were one or the other, Dazai would have had a much easier time getting himself out than Nakajima. His tolerance is higher, he probably had less, and, frankly, he’d probably be much more useful in terms of knowledge.

3. For that matter: why not both? Why couldn’t both of them leave? Scratch question 2, then — the only reason Dazai would let himself get caught is if he had a reason to.

4. Fine then, last question, besides why come to Chuuya: how long should Chuuya wait for the stupid mackerel to show his face before he sucks it up and calls the Agency?

Hopefully, he won’t have to deal with the last question. Either Nakajima sobers up soon or Dazai escapes. It’s been a few years and Dazai’s gone weird and soft, but at the very least he should still be totally capable of escaping some stupid fucking kidnappers.

Chuuya should probably add who drugged them to his list of questions, but that’s not really his problem. With the story straight-enough in his head, he just needs to focus on getting Nakajima sober. By the state of the kid’s giant pupils and still-heaving breaths and incessant giggles every time he whispers Pingus to himself, it’ll be a while.

Babysitting duty. Ah, well — Chuuya’s used to babysitting duty, ever since Dazai fucked off and left the Akutugawa kids reeling and helpless. (Not that either of the kids would admit that’s what happened.) Dazai was always leaving him on babysitting duty.

Chuuya sighs, stands, retrieves a blanket. By this point Nakajima’s sunk back down onto the couch, holding a loaf of Pingus against his chest. “Rest up, weretiger,” Chuuya says, throwing the blanket over the both of them. He’ll wash all the viscera and shit off the blanket later.

Nakajima, covered up to his nose, blinks with those big, dual-colored eyes. With a little mrow, Pingus’s head pops out of the blanket and she starts nuzzling Nakajima’s cheek with his nose.

“Are you gonna tell Akutugawa I’m here?” Nakajima asks softly. It should be a question asked with fear, but it’s awfully bland — unafraid. Chuuya’s lips twitch.

“No,” Chuuya says, and heads into the kitchen.

Dazai used to do a lot of cocaine.

He probably doesn’t anymore. Or he’s really good at hiding it. Chuuya doesn’t imagine a cocaine habit would go over well with the detectives, and he doesn’t imagine Dazai could even hide something like that from the smart one. (From the others, he could definitely hide it. But not the super smart one.)

Chuuya’s done it a few times himself, but it’s never been his preference. The dignity of alcohol, the richness of it, and most of all the beauty of it — all those fine, expensive, aged bottles sitting on his shelves — has always appealed to him. But Dazai liked the way things like cocaine got him excited, amplified his mania. He liked uppers, from cigarettes to ritalin to coke, because they made him feel human.

Not that it’s cocaine, Nakajima’s got in him. It’s definitely not cocaine. It was probably ketamine or benzos, an attempt to make Nakajima all loopy and relaxed and weak. That’s not what happened, clearly. At least it’s not what happened immediately, because Nakajima had enough strength in him to escape an attacker. Must’ve been his ability slowing the drug.

It doesn’t matter. This is all to say that Chuuya has more than enough experience sobering himself and others up. He sets to work frying some eggs.

Nakajima’s not asleep; from the other room, Nakajima’s quiet voice wafts in, indistinguishable murmurs interspersed with giggles and Pingus’s mrows. At some point he starts humming a song which Chuuya has to strain his ears to hear. It’s a sweet, lilting melody — his brain fills in the lyrics instantly and his heart twists at the realization that it’s Dazai’s stupid song, can’t do a double suicide alone.

Chuuya slides the eggs off the pan with his spatula and sets them gently on the plate. Then he stops there, stares at the eggs, the shaking yolks. Thinks about being fifteen in Mori’s office, glaring at Dazai, the feeling in his gut that something horrible had changed in his life. Thinks about the stark red marks of Dazai’s hand on Akutugawa’s cheek. Thinks about childrens’ feet pattering softly down the halls of the Port Mafia’s safe houses and headquarters’ halls. Thinks about Nakajima, smiling at Dazai’s name, singing silly tunes Dazai taught him.

Toast pops out of the toaster. It’s a little burnt. Chuuya blinks and takes a breath that does not shake. He flicks on the radio — some public station playing soft jazz — and he can’t hear Nakajima anymore.

When Chuuya returns to the living room with two ham egg and cheese sandwiches, Nakajima pops fully up, although this time he holds Pingus to his chest so she doesn’t fall. The blanket falls, though, and it’s the same as it was before: the remains of a nice shirt falling over thin shoulders, drying brown blood splattering his stomach and chest and arms, his own fucking skin and flesh and fat stuck to him. Chuuya’s seen gore before — seen it a thousand times worse than this — but something about the sight has him keeping his eyes dutifully on Nakajima’s forehead.

Nakajima devours the sandwich in practically one bite, his jaw wider than it ought to be. Chuuya pretends not to be unnerved by this.

Once Nakajima has fully chewed his sandwich and patted his stomach and hummed his thanks, Chuuya asks, “Feel any better?”

The penthouse is cold. Chuuya likes it that way. But Nakajima shivers, pulling the blanket back up, tucking himself back down onto the couch. “A little,” he says, suddenly very childlike. As though he’s only just realized he’s cold (likely, considering what some drugs can do to one’s awareness of things like temperature), Nakajima curls more and more into himself on his side, pulling the blanket up his face. Ridiculous, that he’s on Chuuya’s couch right now. Ridiculous, that Chuuya doesn’t call Akutagawa. Fucking Dazai.

Chuuya stands abruptly. Nakajima blinks in response.

“Rest,” Chuuya says again, then promptly retreats to his bedroom.

Dazai is sprawled out on Chuuya’s bed, twisting the soft black covers beneath him, hair fanned out over the pillow. He’s got a few bruises on his cheek but there’s no blood, Chuuya recognizes first, then recognizes second that Dazai is on his fucking bed.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Chuuya says. Throws his hands up in the air, lets out a noise like a yell without any air — makes a scandalized face that Dazai only blinks at, throws his arms back down, then towards Dazai, into the air, then out, gesturing widely at the room around him. Every loose object in the room raises about a centimeter, drops, raises. “When the fuck did you get here!” He crosses the room in two long strides, pulls the lounging Dazai off the bed by his shoulders, and shakes him. “Your stupid kid is high out of his mind in the living room!”

Dazai groans, fake, squeezing his eyes shut. “Chuuya, Chuuya,” he whines, putting on a strange voice like a telenovela housewife, “Chuuya, my head is killing me!”

“You’ve done worse drugs,” Chuuya says, but he brings up a hand to start prying Dazai’s eyelids open and check his pupils. Yelping, Dazai bats him away, wiggles out of his grip, then rolls floppily onto the other side of the bed. He pats the space next to him in invitation.

“Fuck you,” Chuuya says.

Dazai just frowns.

The window is open, Chuuya realizes, a breeze fluttering the blackout curtains. This is somehow an even worse realization than finding Dazai on his bed, and Chuuya has to fully turn on his heel so he’s facing away from Dazai. He grabs his face in his hands, bounces on his heels once, twice, thrice. The idiot had either broken into the apartment below and climbed up to the penthouse or started from the roof and climbed down — either way, it’s so ridiculous and unnecessary that the thought of it gives Chuuya heart palpitations.

“You have a key to this apartment!” Chuuya hisses, although something about it feels like he shouldn’t say it out loud, like it’s an admittance. “Why would you-!”

Dazai hums in a way that tells Chuuya he won’t get an explanation. Either he’d done it for fun or done it because it was all part of some stupid plan or mind game or manipulation. Chuuya decided he didn’t care, because the more pressing question was—

“Why would you give that kid my address?” He steps forward so his knees are bumping the mattress.

Doe-eyed and innocent, Dazai stares up at him. “Why wouldn’t I?” He asks, “Chuuya is a good babysitter…”

“I’m going to kill you,” Chuuya says, but he doesn’t add his usual violence to it because he’s squinting at Dazai’s pupils. Blown pupils, but his cheeks are a normal warmth, he seems perfectly able to move himself around. No need for the damn narcan, which is a blessing, because Chuuya’s had to give Dazai narcan more times than he’d like in this lifetime.

Dazai pats the spot next to him again. Rolling his eyes, Chuuya acquiesces. Shoulder to shoulder, knee to knee; fifteen, twenty-two. They sit in quiet a moment, Dazai taking deep breaths Chuuya recognizes as an attempt to sober up. The summer breeze through the window adds a bit of warmth to the cold room. Nakajima is humming that tune again, loud enough to hear through a closed door. Chuuya closes his eyes.

“I escaped a little faster than I meant, but I got good information,” Dazai muses. When Chuuya glances over, an eyebrow raised, he waves his hand in dismissal. “Agency business.”

“Agency business,” Chuuya repeats flatly, “but you can send Nakajima here in the middle of it.” He’s indignant, even though an hour ago he said whoever drugged the two of them wasn’t his problem. It’s the principle of the matter — he can decide he doesn’t care. Dazai can’t decide that for him.

Yawning, Dazai scratches at his jaw. “I didn’t specifically send him here. I gave him your information a long time ago. You were closer than the Agency.” The drugs are making him a bit less playful, more direct than usual. His gaze is sort of lizard-like, unfocused on the wall opposite him. “Chuuya’s a good babysitter,” he repeats. Chuuya could vomit. He leans a bit away from Dazai, but Dazai just lifts one leg and settles it over Chuuya’s, holding him in contact.

They’re silent for a long moment, in which Nakajima begins to giggle, repeating Pingus to himself several times.

“What’re you doing with this kid?” Chuuya finally asks, glancing sidelong at Dazai.

There’s that Dazai smile. The actor one, the robot one, that reaches his eyes as though it’s clawing for them. “Does Chuuya have a soft spot?” he asks, leaning back into Chuuya’s space, chin hitting Chuuya’s shoulder. He whines when Chuuya plants a hand on his face and pushes him off. With the momentum he falls over himself so that he’s become a ball on Chuuya’s bed, moaning about how mean and awful and cruel Chuuya is.

“No,” Chuuya bites, “I just wanna know what you’re planning in your stupid mackerel brain.”

Said mackerel doesn’t respond for a while. Chuuya is reaching out to jostle him when he realizes the rise and fall of his back is real, actual sleep, and his hand stops in the air.

“Damn it,” he says, but it’s a quiet mutter. Out in the living room, Nakajima’s quieted, too.

He stands. Goes into the living room. Stares at the now-sleeping kid for a long moment. In sleep he’s serene, cheeks thin but still childlike, face still all smooth like an artist had just gone over the clay of him with her thumbs. Pingus curls under his chin. All sweet, except for the brown-red on Nakajima’s jaw, resting against Pingus’s dark fur.

Chuuya crosses into the kitchen, sits heavy in a chair, and considers. Considers — all of the safe houses Dazai could have sent Nakajima off to. Considers that stupid tune Nakajima and Dazai seem to love, and the edge to both their smiles, and the vigor with which Akutugawa and Nakajima hate each other. Considers how a man was dead, and how he probably deserved to die, but it had been a desperate, drugged eighteen year-old on a job who’d done it. Considers Chuuya’s a good babysitter, and tea with the Akutugawas, and Nakajima’s braces. He comes to no satisfactory conclusions.

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #dividers by cafekitsune #dazai osamu #nakahara chuuya #nakajima atsushi #bsd fic #bsd fanfic #fanfic #soukoku #aryll.fic #aryll.bsd #dazai birthday week 2024 #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #atsushi nakajima #cross posted on ao3

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cloama · 9 months

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Using 0zempic to get thin once-and-for-all must feel like a miracle to 0prah. Now she'll never have to examine fatphobia or why she wasn't allowed to be fat in peace. She'll never have to think again of how she negatively influenced diet culture for an entire country for 25 years, encouraging American women to destroy their bodies for thinness. Lean Cuisines, WeightWatchers, Cleanses, Wagon of Fat... Nah, she can sit in her garden or hit the red carpet and act with a sense of calm. If you've seen her she seems so peaceful. Because for once in her long, storied life, her money has finally bought her permanent thin-ness. Finally. Be very careful and aware because she[and her huge stake in weightwatchers] plan to normalize this method of telehealth weight loss to the entire country. She will then sell it to you, your mother, and your grandmother.

#i hate her with my whole entire heart #Oprah is the great normalizer #she makes things that should be obviously harmful seem safe #the original influencer

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Hello,

could you please write a Grindelwald one-shot, where he is in love with an auror (oc/reader), who refuses to join him?

Warning: Kidnapping, obsession, control, dominance, torment, loss of virginity, love at first sight, content 18+.

Background: You are the auror of the Magic Congress, but everything gets complicated once you get in the eyes of a dark magician who becomes obsessed with thoughts about you.

From the author: This story was originally created by one post, but had to be split. If you like it, then I will release the next chapter (it has already been written).

Try to love me.

Part 1

Opening her eyes a little, the girl sighed and stretched slightly. Already wanting to drift off to sleep, the girl abruptly opened her eyes.

Frowning slightly, she shuddered and realized that she was lying on a soft bed that was so very different from hers, and a soft, warm and airy blanket lay neatly on her almost naked body.

Sitting up abruptly, she looked around, blinking rapidly, not as if she was not used to the bright light that was oozing out of the windows.

After a couple of seconds, the girl still blinked and began to frantically look at the new environment for her and was slightly surprised.

The room she was in was huge, basically like the bed itself, flanked by bedside tables with lamps on them.

A spacious room with high ceilings, decorated in red and black style, with decorative drawings.

A dark floor made of dark wood on which lay two large, painted carpets.

Two zones were allocated in the room. The first area in which there was a bed, and the second with one sofa and three armchairs, located in front of a large fireplace, flanked by bookshelves.

The room was lit with candlesticks, which only added some comfort.

But what stood out the most were two large stained glass windows, curtained with scarlet velvet curtains that hung over the headboard of the bed.

Abruptly getting out of bed, the girl swayed slightly, but managed to keep her balance and walked quickly to one of the windows.

She had a fascinating view of the snow-capped mountains, which shone from the bright sun and slightly hurt her eyes.

Holding her breath, the girl turned around and once again examined her "dungeon", which was made in a Gothic, but beautiful, for a girl, style.

Recovering a little from the shock, she approached the bed and sank down on it, beginning to remember what had happened.

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The girl was an aurora and served the Magic Congress faithfully, working in tandem with Theseus Salamander. On the last mission, she and the team under her command were sent to find important information about Gellert Grindelwald and his supporters.

Opening the next door, they went into a large hall, but stopped abruptly when they heard a strong bang of the closing door.

Then the girl realized that it was a trap, and that man was one of the Green de Wald fanatics.

Before they could give the command to retreat, other wizards began to appear in the hall. After a short amount of time, the two sides fought, as they say, for life and death.

And everything would be fine if at one point the hero of the occasion himself did not arrive, who was not noticed by the girl, for his pleasure.

Two different eyes looked at her with awe and admiration, absorbing every detail and curve of such a beautiful and desirable body.

But everything was clouded when the spell flew in his direction and dispelled his obsession.

Reflecting it, the man looked towards the obscurantists and launched a green ray at him, finding the girl with his eyes, sent a spell at her.

Without having time to reflect, the girl was lightly hit by someone's spell, and half a second later, she felt weak, and then fell into the realm of Morpheus, falling into the outstretched hands.

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Emerging from her memories, she took a sharp breath and reached for her wand, but only touched the soft fabric.

Looking down, she saw that she was in a nightgown and shorts, which highlighted all her charms and curves, and was pleasant to the touch.

Blushing slightly, but putting it out of her mind, the girl got up from the bed and started looking for the wand, hoping that she would find it anyway.

Looking for her, she stopped abruptly when she heard slow but confident footsteps in the direction of the room.

Less than two minutes later, a man enters it.

Looking at the newcomer, the girl swallowed slightly and shrank, because Gellert Grindelwald himself was standing in front of her.

Dressed as if from a needle, a man with a straight and confident posture seemed to tower over this room.

The girl knew perfectly well what he was capable of, because she saw how he fought against the obscurantists who tried to protect the president. If it wasn't for Newt, who tied him up, the end could be terrible.

Now, this man was standing right in front of her and the girl did not dare to look at him, continuing to examine his suit.

– Have you woken up yet, my love? – A hoarse voice echoed through the room.

The girl shuddered slightly and frowned at the treatment that the magician assigned to her.

She boldly raised her head and looked into his eyes.

Multicolored eyes, staring into gray eyes that look blue in the light.

– What does this mean, Grindelwald?! – the girl said indignantly and forgetting what she was wearing, she stepped forward and found herself in the center of the room.

How dare he kidnap her?! How dare he treat you like that, as if that's the way it should be?!

– I don't know what you're talking about, my darling. – The man made a puzzled face, but the shadow of a smile made it clear that he knew exactly what she was talking about.

– Oh, you know perfectly well what we are talking about! – the girl said with displeasure, but stepped back when he confidently stepped towards her, but continued – You kidnap the Aurora of the Magic Congress, come to him as if nothing had happened, and talk as if you love! The girl stepped back while the man copied her actions, advancing forward.

– Oh, dear... You're right. When I saw you then, during my detention, I couldn't take my eyes off you, and my thoughts returned to you, not letting you sleep. – the girl was pressed against the wall and no longer looked as confident as before, which can not be said about the man who was rapaciously examining her beautiful face and how the predator approached her, but stopped a meter away from her – All this time, I was looking for a way to lure you into a trap and finally take you for myself. To make you my supporter and lover. Finally, to show you HOW important and desirable you are to me. The man sang the last words breathlessly, which made the girl swallow nervously.

– Don't act like that! Do you think that with such speeches, I will believe someone who deceives and manipulates people all the time? – the girl asked and continued – Your fame goes ahead of you!

A fire flashed in the man's eyes. Not anger, no. Completely different, which was unknown to anyone. Which made the girl stop talking and stare into his eyes in fascination.

– To anyone... – The man said in a whisper, but the girl heard perfectly well – I lie and manipulate anyone, but not the one who could take over my soul and heart. Not the one I think about day and night, dreaming of starting my own family and ruling with her.

This confession took the girl's breath away.

No...

No!

He can't. He's manipulating. The girl did not believe a single word, continuing not to notice that passionate and desired look that now glided over the girl's body.

– I really hope that you liked the room that I have prepared for you. – arriving in shock, the girl unconsciously nodded her head, from which the man grinned rather – I'm not going to keep you locked up, because I know how much you are a freedom-loving bird. You can walk around my castle, on its territory, but remember... – the man took a small step, but it was enough to bend over to the girl who held her breath – You will not be able to leave here, because there is a barrier on the castle. Food, clothes, everything you need for your convenience, will be provided to you right now. You won't need anything.

– M... My wand... - in a trembling voice, the girl asked, feeling cold breath on her sensitive neck.

– You won't need it until you prove your loyalty to me. – Gellert said enough and approaching even closer, touched the tip of his nose to the tense neck of the girl, slightly passing over it and inhaling the sweet and much-desired smell.

The girl stood in shock and could not speak without saying a word.

Smiling contentedly, the man slowly pulled away and looked into his eyes, and then at the slightly parted plump lips that beckoned to kiss, he pulled away.

–You'd better rest, love. – and turning around on a large sole, the girl came out of the new "dungeon", leaving her perplexed.

Предупреждение: Похищение, одержимость, контроль, доминирование, мучения, потеря девственности, любовь с первого взгляда, содержание 18+.

Предыстория: Вы - аврор Магического конгресса, но все усложняется, как только вы попадаетесь на глаза темному магу, который становится одержим мыслями о вас.

От автора: Изначально эта история была создана одним постом, но ее пришлось разделить. Если вам понравится, то я опубликую следующую главу (она уже написана).

Попробуй полюбить меня.

Честь 1

Чуть приоткрыв глаза, девушка вздохнула и несильно потянулась. Уже хотев проволиться в сон, девушка резко открыла глаза.

Чуть нахмурившись, она вздрогнула и поняла, что она лежала на мягкой кровати, что так сильно отличается от её, а мягкое, тёплое и воздушное покрывало, аккуратно лежало на её почти обнажённом теле.

Резко сев, она огляделась по сторонам, часто моргая, не как не привыкнув к яркому свету, что сочился из окон.

Спустя пару секунд, девушка всё же проморгалась и начала лихорадочно смотреть новую для неё обстановку и слегка удивилась.

Комната в которой она была, была огромных размеров, в принципе как и сама кровать, по бокам которых стояли прикроватный тумбы на которых были светильники.

Просторная с высокими потолками комната, оформлена в красно-чёрном стиле, с декоративными рисунками.

Темный пол, сделанный из тёмного дерева на котором лежали два больших, расписных ковра.

В комнате были выделены две зоны. Первая зона в которой была кровать, а вторая с одним диванам и тремя креслами, расположенные перед большим камином, по бокам которого располагались книжные полк.

Комната была освещена подсвечниками, что только добавляло некий комфорт.

Но что больше всего выделялось, это два больших, витражных окна, занавешенными будто бархатными шторами алого цвета, что свисало и над изголовьем кровати.

Резко встав с кровати, девушка чуть покачнулась, но смогла удерж��ть равновесие и быстрым шагом подошла к одному из окон.

Ей открылся завораживающий вид на заснеженные горы, что блестели от яркого солнца и слегка резало глаза.

Затаив дыхание, девушка обернулась и ещё раз осмотрела свою "темницу", которая была сделана в готическом, но прекрасном, для девушки, стиле.

Чуть отойдя от шока, она приблизилась к кровати и опустилась на неё ,став вспоминать, что же случилось.

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Девушка была аврором и служила верой, и правдой Магическому Конгрессу, работая в паре с Тесеусом Саламандром. На последнем задании, её и команду под её командованием, отправили найти важные сведенья о Геллерте Грин-де-Вальде и его сторонниках.

По словам человека, что сообщил эту информацию, сведенья находились в одном из прошлых убежищ Тёмного мага.

Прибыв туда с небольшой командой, девушка во главе всех, шла спереди с поднятой палочкой, на которой тускло светил огонёк.

Открывая следующую дверь они прошли в большой зал, но резко остановились услышав сильный хлопок закрывающейся двери.

Тут девушка поняла, что это была западня, а тот человек, один из фанатиков Грин-де-Вальда.

Не успев отдать команду отступать, в зале стали появляться другие волшебники. Спустя маленькое колличество времени, две стороны сражались, как говориться, не на жизнь, а на смерть.

И всё было бы хорошо, если в один момент не прибыл сам виновник торжества, который не был замечен девушкой, на его удовольствие.

Два разных глаза с благоговением и восхищением смотрели на неё, впитывая каждую деталь и изгиб, столь прекрасного и желанного тела.

Но всё омрачилось, когда заклинание полетело в его сторону и развеяло его навождение.

Отразив его, мужчина посмотрел в сторону мракоборца и запустив в него зелёный луч, отыскав глазами девушку, послал в неё заклинание.

Не успев отразить, девушку легонько ударило чьё-то заклинание, а спустя пол секунды, она почувствовала слабость, а после провалилась в царство Морфея, падая на протянутые к ней руки.

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Вынырнув из своих воспоминаний, она резко вздохнула и потянулась к своей палочки, но только коснулась мягкой ткани.

Опустив глаза она увидела, что находится в ночной рубашки и шортах, что выделяло все её прелести и изгибы, и была приятной на ощупь.

Чуть покраснев, но выбросив это из головы, девушка встала с кроватью и начала искать палочку, в надежде, что она всё же найдёт её.

Ища её, она резко остановилась, услышав медленные, но уверенные шаги в направлении комнаты.

Не прошло и двух минут, как в неё заходит мужчина.

Посмотрев на вошедшего, девушка чуть сглотнула и сжалась, ведь перед ней стоит сам Геллерт Грин-де-Вальд.

Одетый, как будто с иголочки, мужчина, что с прямой и уверенно осанкой, будто возвышался над этой комнатой.

Девушка прекрасно знала на что он был способен, ведь видела, как он сражался против мракоборцев, что пытались защитить президента. Если бы не Ньют, что связал его, конец могу быть ужасен.

Сейчас же, этот мужчина стоял прямо перед ней и девушка не решалось посмотреть на него, продолжая рассматривать его костюм.

– Уже проснулась, моя любовь? - хриплый голос эхом пронзил, комнату.

Девушка, чуть вздрогнула и нахмурились от обращения, что присвоил ей маг.

Она дерзко подняла голову и взглянула в его глаза.

Разноцветные глаза, впились в серые глаза, что при свете кажутся голубыми.

– Что это значит, Грин-де-Вальд?! – возмущённо сказала девушка и забыв во что она одета, шагнула вперёд оказавшись в центре комнаты.

Как он смеет похищать её?! Как смеет ТАК обращаться, будто так и должно быть?!

– Я не понимаю о чём ты, прелесть моя. – мужчина сделал недоуменное лицо, но тень от улыбки дала знать, что он прекрасно понимал о чём она.

– О, ты прекрасно знаешь, о чём идёт речь! – недовольно сказала девушка, но отступила назад, когда тот уверенно шагнул к ней, но продолжала – Похищаешь аврора Магического Конгресса, приходишь к нему, как не в чём небывало, и разговариваешь так, будто любишь! - девушка отступала назад, пока мужчина копировал её действия, наступая вперёд.

– О, дорогая... Ты, права. Увидив тебя тогда, при моём задержании, я не мог оторвать от тебя взгляд, а мысли возвращались к тебе, не давая спать. – девушка была прижата к стене и уже не выглядела так уверенно, как прежде, что не скажешь о мужчине, что хищно рассматривал её прекрасное лицо и как хищник приближался к ней, но остановился в метре от неё – Всё это время, я искал способ заманить тебя в ловушку и наконец забрать тебя себе. Сделать тебя своим сторонником и возлюбленной. Наконец показать тебе, на СКОЛЬКО ты важна для меня и желанна. – последние слова мужчина с придыханием пропел, от чего девушка нервно сглотнула.

– Не веди себя так! Ты, думаешь, что такими речами, я поверю тому, кто всё время обманывает и манипулирует людьми? – спросила девушка и продолжала – Твоя слава идёт впереди тебя!

В глазах мужчины вспыхнул огонь. Только не гнева. Нет. Совсем другого, что было не изведанно никем. Что заставило девушку замолчать и завороженно смотреть в его глаза.

– Кому угодно... – шёпотом сказал мужчина, но девушка прекрасно слышала – Кому угодно я вру и манипулирую, но не той, что смогла завладеть моей душой, и сердцем. Не той о которой я думаю днями и ночами, мечтая завести свою семью и править вместе с ней.

От этого признания, у девушки перехватило дыхание.

Нет...

Нет!

Он не могу. Он манипулирует. Девушка не верила не единому слову, продолжая не замечать тот страстный и желанный взгляд, что теперь скользил по телу девушки.

– Я очень надеюсь, что тебе понравилась комната, которую я приготовил для тебя. – прибывая в шоке, девушка неосознанно кивнула головой, от чего мужчина довольно ухмыльнулся – Я не собираюсь тебя держать в заперти, ведь знаю, на сколько ты свободолюбивая птичка. Ты, можешь ходить по моему замку, по его территории, но запомни... – мужчина сделал маленький шаг, но его хватило, чтобы наклониться к девушку, что затаила дыхание – Ты, не сможешь уйти от сюда, ведь на замок наложен барьер. Еда, одежда, всё что тебе нужно для твоего удобства, будут предоставлены тебе, сию же минуту. Ты, не в чём не будешь нуждаться.

– М... Моя палочка... - дрожащим голосом, спросила девушка, чувствуя холодное дыхание на чувствительной шеи.

– Она тебе не понадобится, пока ты не докажешь свою преданность мне. – довольно сказал Геллерт и приблизившись ещё ближе, коснулся кончиком носа, напряжённой шеи девушки, чуть проведя по ней и вдыхая сладкий и столь желанный запах.

Девушка стояла в шоке и не могла поговорить не слова.

Довольно улыбнувшись, мужчина медленно отстранился и посмотрев в глаза, а после на чуть приоткрытые пухлые губы, которые так и манили поцеловать, он отстранился.

– Тебе лучше отдохнуть, любовь. – и развернувшись на большой подошве, вышел из новой "темницы" девушка, оставляя её в недоумении.

#gellert grindelwald x reader #yandere gellert grindelwald #gellert grindelwald

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cicutagreninja · 6 months

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The Mysterious Stranger

This is a collaboration Megaman Classic fic between me and @skywing206 !!! (They made a bit of art and I got inspired XD) I’m hoping to upload the chapters as I write them :D

The Mysterious Stranger - Prologue

The case had started on April 12th, 20XX. Precisely at 2:39pm. It had been a quiet day, a strange loss of activity whatsoever. It had made for a good time to go to the library. I was sitting at my desk, leafing through ‘The Occult and the Unnatural’ thoughtfully.

There was a sort of warm, almost drowsiness in the room. The sun was leaking through the closed blinds, showing the dust particles floating serenely through the air. Some sort of slow rock song was quietly playing on the radio.

My older brother, Blues, was in the corner of the room, tinkering on some gadget or another, whistling the tune he always did. It was kind of his calling card. His cat Tango was curled in his lap, purring.

He was sitting in the soft chair with his legs propped on the a pile of books. There were stacks of books everywhere in the office, it didn’t help that I had brought home many more.

My dog, Rush, was asleep upon the small carpet by the door. Rush had been a present from my father for my 18th birthday. Well, as much as a birthday as a robot could have.

My father worked for the government as a industrial robotics inventor. My twin brother, Rock, was his assistant. I hadn’t seen them in a while. I never felt like going into the inventor business. This is where I belonged.

Anyways, back to the case. I was beginning to become drowsy. My eyelids fluttered. 'The Occult and The Unnatural' blurred in front of my eyes.

There was a sudden and very loud rapping on the door window. I was whipped out of my stupor by the noise, nearly falling off my chair. Rush jumped up and started barking furiously.

Blues, though, was up in a flash (Tango was thrown to the floor with a yipe). He opened the door, the lock clicking as it opened. Someone fell in through the frame, stumbling and barely catching himself.

“Ah- I’m so sorry-“ he got up, and shook himself off nervously. He was an odd kid, he looked barely 16. He had amber skin with reddish freckles, along with green eyes. He had a very large orange and white helmet that almost covered his face when he looked down.

He had a chest plate like armor piece- an orange that matched his helmet set with a green gem and patterned with reflective patches. He was obviously an industrial robot.

There was a brown leather bag slung over his shoulder. “I- I- uh-“ the boy stumbled over his own feet again.

“Whoa, kid, calm down!” I moved over and put my hands on his shoulders. He fixed me with a stressed stare, which lasted maybe a third of a second, until he shrugged my hands off quickly.

“Get offa me.” He huffed. “I..uhm…have a…case for you…?”

“Alright.” Blues said suddenly, stepping out of the shadows and making the boy jump. “What’s the job? Make it fast.” The boy gave Blues an uncomfortable look, then started rummaging through his bag.

“It’s my brothers- they’re…going missing.”

He laid fours pictures on my desk. The first was a small robot, red and yellow, almost shaped like a lighter. The second was a very large robot, blue, a huge turbine set into his chest. The next, also blue, an imposing figure, a shiny golden dome on his head.

The last, a green and blue bot, had a mask over his mouth and nose, and goggles. The boy shuffled his feet. He looked almost hysterical. I glanced at Blues, who glanced back, but only briefly.

“Okay, kid- what’s your name?” I questioned, grabbing a notebook and pen that was on my desk. “And can you give me the details of their disappearances?” Blues led the boy to the soft chair, where he sat, and seemed to calm down.

“W-well- everybody calls me Crash. Kinda been my nickname since I-I work in demolitions.” He paused. “My brothers have been going missing for uh- two weeks? They just keep going…” he motioned his last word with his hands. “Poof.” He tucked his legs to his chest. "I'm-I'm afraid for my other brothers…and myself."

The questioning stretched on for a while, the sun had sunk low beneath the horizon by the time they had finished. Crash had left, as he had lost a whole afternoon's worth of work. I stared at the notebook covered with hastily scrawled notes and the pictures of the missing bots.

My brain was fuzzy with fatigue, yet whirring in thought, both figuratively and literally!

“So, Roll. What’re we gonna do first?” Blues asked me, and I snapped out of my thoughts, lifting my head from the desk.

“Mmm…I have a bud down at the police station, we could go ask him about the missing bots.” I suggested. Blues paused.

“Is he cool?” Hm. Blues always asked that question. (He has serious trust issues.)

“Depends, he was built by Dad.” I said truthfully. Blues let out a tiny, breathy hiss to himself, looking away. I sighed. “I bet if you went down to the lab, and said-“

“It’s fine, let’s go to the police department.” Blues interjected, ducking down and grabbing Tango, whom he then held in his arms.

“Alright…” I said, getting up from my chair. Blues opened the door, and the cool night air prickled my olfactory sensors. It felt nice. It was the smell of things starting. Another case open. This would be a good one.

#Megaman #megaman classic #megaman fic #protoman #roll light #roll megaman #crashman #coracyshard #the mysterious stranger au

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rhythmicgymnasticsnews · 1 month

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Qualifications Live Blog Part 1

(I’ll be editing this post throughout the day!)

Rotation 1

Aaaand we open with Evita Griskenas with hoop! She failed to go through the hoop for one of the risks. Some rhythm breaks and a small hop during one of the balances, but strong start otherwise! - 30.500 (tighter scoring than the rest of the season)

Praewa Philaphandeth (ball)- Some lack of amplitude during the jetes. Multiple two handed risks, she missed some rotations during her second risk and improvised a bit. No major mistakes for her, fortunately! Good start for her and she can call herself an Olympian now! - 21.600

Vera Tugolukova (hoop) - first hesitation during the first risk, she had to adjust the hoop. Small fumble, she got her foot caught in the hoop. What a save! Big deviation in the end but she dragged herself ob the carpet to catch it! Multiple execution mistakes overall for her, she was definitely nervous! - 31.150

Takhmina Ikromova (ball) - one of the gymnasts “in the bubble”. Form break during the penche pivot, but she managed to stay up. Strong start for her, very dynamic overall, no major mistakes. - 32.350

Aliaa Saleh (hoop)- a very expressive gymnast! Multiple small mistakes, she had quite a lot of fumbles. Some lack of amplitude during the jetes. Managed to save the last risk which had somewhat of a deviated trajectory. - 28.700

Boryana Kaleyn (ball) - new leo for her! Very careful during the first set of rolls. Small hop during the fouettes. No hesitation at all during the out of sight catches! I think she had one AD left in the end, but she ran out of time. -34.600

Stiliana Nikolova (hoop) - new leo for Stili as well! Wonderful penche pivot in the beginning! She opted not to do the AD where she rebounces the hoop on her chest. DROP! WHAT A SILLY MISTAKE! Form break during the plank balance, hip too forward. She started the routine strongly, but lost concentration towards the end… - 33.900

Alexandra Kiroi-Bogatyreva (ball) - deviated first risk and she has to grab the ball with both hands. Second risk deviated as well, but she manages to save it with one hand. Form break during the penche balance. And she saves the last roll just barely! Finishes a bit after the music. - 28.550

Fanni Pigniczki (hoop) - small execution mistakes for Fanni in the beginning, she kept the apparatus too close to the body. Missed first risk! She threw the hoop too far and made a run for it. Messy form as well. So sad for her, hoop is by far her best apparatus! - 32.650

Zohra Aghamirova (ball) - I swear it’s the first time I see Zohra smiling this season! Loss of shape during the side plank balance. Deviated risk but managed to catch the ball without hands. Multiple small execution mistakes for her, but nothing really major. - 30.200

Sofia Raffaeli (hoop) - red lipstick for Sofi, she’s here to kill it! A two handed catch of a risk. Small fumble after her signature risk. Good body difficulty. I think she opted for a lower apparatus difficulty today. Calm and content routine overall! - 35.700

Darja Varfolomeev (ball) - form break during penche pivot, her torso kept going up and down. Clean routine for her, but definitely more reserved in her dance steps, less amplitude in body moves during choreography. - 36.450

Elzhana Taniyeva (hoop) - big deviated risk in the beginning, but she managed to grab it! Some travelling during the fouettes. Rhythm break - she had to wait for the hoop after a big throw. Another deviated risk in the end but saves it! - 30.750

Alba Bautista (ball) - HUGE mistake for Alba… Ball slips and she launches it forward with her foot, has to make a run to prevent an OOB. Ugh, she started so well… - 28.100 and this might’ve cost her the top 10…

Taisiia Onofriichuk (hoop) - HUGE routine for Taisiia! The head she’s got! Wonderful interpretation of the music! A deviated throw in the beginning and had to run for it after the BD under it and had another two-handed catch of one risk, but overall a clean routine! - 34.250

Zilu Wang (ball) - what a delight Zilu is! Some fumbles and had two really close calls where she almost dropped during a roll. Some catches with two hands and travelled a bit during the fouettes. - 32.000

Annaliese Dragan (hoop) - deviated risk without hands, but saved it. Big step out of the cambre pivot. OH BIG DROP AND GOES OOB TO RETRIEVE THE HOOP. Falls in the process of retrieving the apparatus and hurried back to the carpet to finish… Too bad, she started so well… - 27.200

Daria Atamanov (ball) - another gymnast “in the bubble”. Lack of amplitude during the dynamic balance and the side plank balance that followed. A weird mistake to make, unless she battling an injury… Small fumble and she almost drops. Kept the apparatus a bit closer to her body than she usually does and the amplitude wasn’t as good as usual, she definitely was nervous. - 32.700

Helene Karbanov (hoop) - starts the routine well, but unfortunately continues with a big fumble and almost launches her hoop out of bounds. She manages without a drop, fortunately! Some form breaks during BDs. - 30.500

Ekaterina Vedeneeva (ball) - strong BD work from her. She caught almost all of her risks with two hands, she’s decided to play it safe here. Strong start for her overall! - 32.600

Polina Berezina (hoop) - strong start of the routine, clean BD work. She’s a bit behind the music I believe, didn’t hit some of the accents she shouldn’ve hit. DROP AND HOOP GOES OOB! Has to go for the replacement! Such a shame, she was doing incredibly well… - 29.700

Barbara Domingos (ball) - two hands to catch the risk and another one where she had to drag a bit to get it, but good strong work from her! Wonderful interpretation of the music and some interesting ADs as well! - 33.100

Margarita Kolosov (hoop) - strong first routine from Marga! Had some small mistakes and the first risk was big and had to hurry a bit with the elements under it, but got it safely! - 34.550

Milena Baldassarri (ball) - good start for Milena as well! Some bumpy rolls and she had put two hands on the ball during the last risk. Strong music interpretation! - 32.750

Rotation 2

Evita Griskenas (ball) - missed the first few seconds of her routine. No major mistakes for her, some rhythm breaks here and there. Two hands on the ball to save one of the risks. - 31.200

Praewa Philaphandeth (hoop) - Drops the first risk, retrieves the hoop immediately. Multiple mistakes, not as clean as her first routine. - 21.600

Vera Tugolukova (ball) - drops the ball right in the beginning, such a silly mistake… Some bent knees during fouettes. Almost falls out of the illusion turn, but she fought through. Break of rhythm in the end when she had to wait for the ball. - 31.200

Takhmina Ikromova (hoop) - strong start of the routine, very focused work. Follows the music well. Good body difficulty. MISTAKE NO! FUMBLES THE HOOP AND DROPS. Balance drops as well from the difficulty value… Such a pity, she was almost done with the routine. - 31.700

Aliaa Saleh (ball) - lack of amplitude of the penche balance. Didn’t finish one full rotation of the penche pivot in combination. Misses the roll and drops. Couple steps to retrieve the apparatus. Finishes a bit after the music. - 28.150

Boryana Kaleyn (hoop) - better pivots this time! A bit of a fumble during the last risk, but manages to save it. Finishes a bit after the music. Strong routine for Boryana! - 35.350

Stiliana Nikolova (ball) - only two rotations under the second to last risk and decided not to do the rethrow, misses difficulty points there. Big step out of the side pivot. Better than hoop, but still lower than what she can achieve. - 34.700

Alexandra Kiroi-Bogatyreva (hoop) - big step out of the side balance. Small fumbles throughout, the apparatus touches the body. Wonderful finish! Nice catch out of side with the leg! - 30.550

Fanni Pigniczki (ball) - needs 3 clean routines to make the top 10 safely after her hoop. And she does it! No major mistakes for Fanni! - 32.600

Zohra Aghamirova (hoop) - not the highest diffusion, but she did a good job! - 32.500

Sofia Raffaeli (ball) - wonderful penche pivot to start. Oops small fumble, but holds on. Misses the penche balances, she didn’t hold the position long enough. Back leg smacks the carpet after the jump. A bit after the music… - 34.450

Darja Varfolomeev (hoop) - DROP AND HOOP GOES OOB! Goes for the replacement! Rhytm break, has to wait for the music to start the dance steps. -32.500

Elzhana Taniyeva (ball) - superb combined pivot to start the routine! DROP! She just barely gets to it before it goes OOB. Finishes after the music. -32.000

Alba Bautista (hoop) - small fumble while catching the first risk. BIG DROP AND SHE MAKES A RUN FOR IT! I don’t think it went OOB but the angle wasn’t good. I feel so bad for her, she was a lock for the final had she done four clean routines. - 31.100

Taisiia Onofriichuk (ball) - biiig risk and she has to hurry to get it (almost a miss)! No clear dance steps sequence. Clean routine for Taisiia, what a wonderful first Olympics for her! - 35.250

Zilu Wang (hoop) - good routine for her overall, without major mistakes. Some BD trouble, however, some were not as clean and clear as they should’ve. - 34.200

Annaliese Dragan (ball) - much stronger than hoop! No major mistakes for her! - 30.550

Daria Atamanov (hoop) - cleaner, but still had some BD trouble. - 33.250

Helene Karbanov (ball) - good routine for her! Had some execution mistakes and she did grab the ball quite a bit, but definitely better than hoop! - 32.350

Ekaterina Vedeneeva (hoop) - clean work from Katya! A bit of hopping during fouettes, but wonderful attitude pivot to start! - 34.150

Polina Berezina (ball) - no major mistakes for Poli, but she did lose some AD points. The rolls weren’t as clean as they should’ve been and she had to wait a bit under some risks to catch the apparatus. - 32.750

Barbara Domingos (hoop) - what a day for Barbi!! Hesitated a bit under one of the risks, but she got it the end! Very expressive! Strong routine! - 34.750

Margarita Kolosov (ball) - calm and clean overall! Happy to see Marga do a good job! - 33.000

Milena Baldassarri (hoop) - two hands to catch the final risk, which a bit deviated and had to hurry to cover the distance. Clean routine for Milena overall! - 33.300

#rhythmic gymnastics #rhythmic gymnast #paris 2024

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demonicintegrity · 4 months

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I know these aren't the prettiest pictures or best handwriting I've had, so forgive me for just trying to get these uploaded. Each page will be transcribed under the read more.

I went to a protest yesterday, and I've drawn at one of these protests before, but because this one was longer and bigger I went through the effort of making a booklet to take notes and draw more scenes.

The biggest thing for me is that there's so much pain at the loss of life. At the horrific events currently unfolding now and in the past that has caused this. Nothing will get better if we don't have a ceasefire first. Most importantly, for us across the world not actively in this, it's important we divest our money away from bombs and war and into our own communities and peaceful resolutions. We have responsibilities here too.

IMPORTANT NOTE: There are certain signs and quotes here that I have way more thoughts on that aren't elaborated here. Please do not take anything I'm writing down that isn't my own words as the be-all-end-all of my thoughts and opinions. There is nuance here and be civil. Also, quotes are likely missing some context in the whole speech.

Transcription under cut, it's a lot but I would at least like y'all to skim it and read my next day thoughts:

Image 1/Cover: A sticker with crayon lines echoing it in red, green, and black. The text on the sticker reads "FREE PALESTINE. SAT MAY 11th 2024 JOHNSON SQUARE Savannah, GA. From the river to the sea, Palestine will be free! Ceasefire now!"

Image 2/Page one: Start of bullet point notes marked with an X, with additional notes around it. Top right has two circles within it being "I'm not apart of the official organizers" and "@sav4palestine on Insta" Notes are as follows,

My arrival around ~ 11:30am -Set up still happening, just gathering -Missing kid poster on benches, not protest related & not to be messed with

11:50am -Art is unloaded w/ water jugs (drums?) -More people gathered -Speaker set up -WJCL 22 ABC arrived -Haven't noticed any police, ->They were here early last protest w/ the chalk art

Baby post is from an Israeli supporter. It's of a baby kidnapped on Oct 17th by Hamas. He has an Israel flag -Sympathies of course, Oct 7 was tragic for many, but that's not an excuse for the ongoing genocide -Carpet bombing won't bring hostages. Nor will mass graves or concentration camps -A ceasefire will benefit all innocents and hostages (written on side of page) It had a QR code I didn't scan. I'm not trusting any QR codes @ protests -> He's sticking around w/ an Israel flag he's the only one I think

12:04pm -Cops allegedly around the square -I see them now (have been here since the beginning)

12:09pm -Music starts -More news arrives

Image 3/Page two: More bullet points with a rough sketch. Written is as follows,

12:16pm Someone in a royal bike taxi shirt is harrassing protesters bc "Palestine shouldn't have put Hamas in power." -Hamas doesn't define Palestinians just like the Israeli gov doesn't define them. There are Israeli against [Netanyahu] [was misspelled in picture]

Very loose sketch of the protest in Johnson Square from the side. There are multiple people set up and speaking on a stone to the right and a large crowd surrounds them from the left

12:20pm Counter protest truck pulls up -Keeping an eye on it -Crowd is huge -Has an American flag w/him ([new] counter protestor does) -Truck parked behind the news, partially in Traffic -playing their own music?

12:26pm 2 (3?) counter protesters to a huge crowd for Palestine -Speeches starting

Image 4/Page three: Transcriptions of signs read, quotes from speakers, and notes. As follows,

Sign: You will not antisemite me into compliciting with genocide

Sign: It is a priviledge to be able to ignore something that others are dying from

Sign: Your silence will be studied by your children

12:32pm counter protesters trying to cover up speech w/ music

(Quote) "This is not a single university left in Gaza."

USA chants from counter protesters drowned out by free Palestine chat -lol, lmao even

Calvary on standby -I see two police on horses

USA chants @ free speech on other campuses being repressed -shame

Sign: when you need to have hundred of protests just to tell the world that bombing children is not okay, you know humanity (we) failed

Image 5/Page four: More transcriptions as follows

(quote) "The students have never been on the wrong side of history."

Sign: Queers for Palestine

Sign: Hands off Rafah!

Sign: Remembrance is resistance

12:50pm new speaker up -counter protesters packing up?

(quote) "The media put it out, and America ate it up."

12:52pm counter protesters gone

Sign: Man fuck western news follow (insta @'s) [I could not make them out very well]

12:56pm starting march, -No stopping until Reynolds Sqaure -Prob gonna have more counter protesters -will recap after walk

Wrap up: March went well, short, only motorcycles tried to rev and cover up. No other counter protesting -New chanting -1:09pm

Sign: We did it, Joe we funded Genocide! Ceasefire now

Image 6/Page five: More transcriptions as follows,

1:13pm taking this march to city hall

1:18pm reaching new meet up -some revving & flipping off, but peaceful & went well

Sign: Injustice anywhere is injustice everywhere

1:23pm new speaker up -Member of the Jewish trans community -Addressing antisemitism claims

Sign: Gulfstream $$$ is blood $$$

United states of Israhell, cut this shit out. You were killing Palestine long before Hamas was created. 75 years under your occupation created Hamas

1:30pm Demanding ceasefire from mayor -He denied early into this -Heard "Fuck You" from hecklers

Sign: Queer Arabs for Free Palestine

Sign: 40,000 people dead is not self-defense

Sign: Congratulations 2024 Palestine graduates

(quote) "This greed has dominated this land for 500 years."

Image 7/Page six: More transcriptions as follows

(quote) "I will not appeal to the morals of the greedy ruling class, they have none."

1:42pm cops hanging out around

Sign: It's not war, it's genocide

1:47pm Closing remarks & chants Organized by @ sav4palestine

Very loose sketch of the protest in front of the city hall. Protesters are on a bench holding a banner as the crowd surrounds in front and behind them.

Image 8/Page seven: Next day thoughts as follows Gone through and corrected any legibility/spelling stuff, but didn't touch the drawings at all. Highlighted quotes from the speeches that stuck out to me. I don't know why I started doing this. I just wanted to be involved. I know the importance of primary sources, I know the importance of being present and aware. Being there was inspiring, even when certain moments and events would strike a chord of wrong within me. Nothing is perfect, but progress and peace is worth the missteps and accidents. We mean well, and that is important. I am not free from my missteps and ignorance either, and as I take notes and continue to dig and learn, I will continue to do better. We all are important in this battle. The conflict is older than us, created by systems intending to divide and self serve. We all have a part to play, from the Palestinian journalists and red cross martyred in their line work, to the protests in Israel criticizing their far-right government and calling for Netanyahu's (resignation) to us worldwide demanding divestment and acknowledgement to our self-serving histories that created this mess. True progress starts with a ceasefire, so no more lives are lost. From there we can work on peaceful resolutions. This conflict has upset me from the beginning. I can only hope a happy resolution is soon and try to work towards that.

-End of transcript-

#Protest Notes #<- my new tag for this here and on insta #Current events #free palestine #protest #us politics #world politics

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ghostinthewires · 1 year

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hello friends I return with some writing (finally). @iamthecomet posted some delightful murderous ghouls and it motivated me to finally finish this piece i've had sitting in my WIPs since February. for the love of god read the tags. it is horrible, and gory, and full of violence and death. you have been warned. thanks beloved @kroas-adtam for beta-reading this for me xx

What Lurks in the Shadows

What do you think lurks in the shadows of the abbey at night?

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Blood and Gore, Violence, Death, Monstrous Ghouls, Body Horror, Horror, Eye Trauma, Loss of Limbs, Assassination Attempt(s), if you're squeamish maybe don't read this.

A coppery smell tinged the air, and the ghoul standing in the middle of the chaos grinned.

Blood was splattered all over the wall, dark red liquid dripping down and over the skirting board. He was surprised it had gone that far if he was honest; but arterial spray was always impressive. It was spread in a huge pool around his feet too. The carpet squelched as he moved, blood rising up through the fibres as he put his foot down and pushed. It welled around the pressure. Oh, the maintenance ghouls were going to be so mad with him.

Read the rest on AO3

#enjoy my return from writing hiatus #nameless ghouls #ghost the band #gore #body horror

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totaldramacruisecontrol · 9 months

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Last Time On Total Drama Cruise Control: Crashing the Red Carpet!

CHALLENGE 4: - LOS ANGELES, CA “Well. Welcome to Los Angeles, I would give you a lengthy introduction about your challenge, but unfortunately, we have an…event to premiere in. Soooo, the red carpet is tonight. And I sent plenty of requests to show up because- duh. Is it a Red Carpet without me? They must have not read my emails because I never got my V.I.P invitation. I did get invited by the way. First one on the carpet actually, but it's not VIP so to me they didn't invite me. The nerve...anyways. We're paying a little visit. "

PART 1: DRESS-UP! "I don't have time for you all to fight over who's going on the carpet so Raj, Sammy, you're up. Your team is going to be your paparazzi. Get them dressed up ready to hit the carpet asap, then the real challenge begins." Tapirs: Brick is able to conjure an outfit for Raj with a little makeup work from Topher. A beautiful cobalt blue dress! Beavers: The Beavers work together and dig through Julia's luggage to complete their look. Sammy wears a gorgeous red dress with a slit in the side, paired with a golden necklace. The only problem was is they ran out of time, and the only shoes they could get their hands on were...Harold's sneakers. PART 2: THE RED CARPET! Brick loudly scolds team captain Jo during the challenge, causing a huge rift between the two! One of the interviewers asks a question about the "Love Square," which several contestants were unfamiliar with! Alejandro previously told Brick he was hurting people. Brick heard Courtney and Jo had a fist fight and assumed that Jo attacked Courtney in a fight over him, meaning he "hurt people." The tension rises as Brick refuses to work with anyone! He snaps at Jo, the team captain, after she snuck off to grab snacks and alcohol during the challenge. Brick even soured his team's opinion of him after pleading Raj to dodge the Love Square question. The paparazzi blew up over the confrontation, the challenge couldn't even be completed! The current standing scores were tallied...and it was the Beavers who took the loss.

ELIMINATION: It was Chase who was served the Mocktail of Misery and walked the Plank of Shame. Trent apologizes to Alejandro for wanting to kill him! They date for a week before breaking things off. Ripper dropped a barbell on Julia by accident! After almost being killed, Julia chews him out, and he finally falls in true love with her. Sadie, for some reason, assumes Lightning has a crush on Alejandro! (And bullies him!) Which is funny, because Alejandro has been targeting him. The Tapirs sneak a bunch of food from one of the finer establishments on board the ship! (Wayne has to convince a drunk Chris he's simply working there.) Wayne, Raj, Ripper, and Alejandro have a pizza eating contest, Tapirs VS Beavers! Its ends about as well as you think it does. Did Brick ruin the "love square?" Will the Tapirs finally lose a challenge? Why is everyone trying to vote out the Lightning? Find out next time on TOTAL! DRAMA! CRUUUIISE CONTROL!

#recap

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xojennyboo · 11 months

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A/N: Here is something I wrote on Wattpad! Just a small taste! Hope you enjoy it and don’t forget to like, follow, and request!!

It's your first time at the BRIT Awards, and there are many firsts for you. You've never been to London before, never traveled internationally, and never attended an award show. But you're excited to experience it all with your good friend Harry, who's had a great year and is sure to top it off with this event.

Currently, you're sitting in the car on your way to the O2 Arena, feeling incredibly nervous. When you arrive, you hear fans screaming and see paparazzi everywhere. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. Harry reaches out and takes your gloved hand, telling you how beautiful you look. He's wearing an all-black velvet suit with a large flower on his neck. You smile silently at him.

"Are you ready?" he asks, and you nod in agreement. The doors open, and you step out into the excitement of the awards show.

He exits the car first and adjusts his suit. Then, he extends his hand towards you so you can get out. You take his hand and step out of the car. He helps you adjust your dress, which is made of black silk instead of velvet. It's strapless, with a "V" neckline. You're wearing laced gloves on your hands which contain floral prints, to match Harry's suit.

Once you are both ready, you wrap your arm around his and you are escorted to the red carpet. You try your best to smile, wave, and not fall in front of the cameras. You take a few pictures together and then proceed inside the arena to find your seats. Harry's friends are already seated inside. You say hi to them, as you had just seen each other not too long ago. You both sit down and wait for the show to begin.

As the night progressed, you had an amazing time. It could have been the tequila finally hitting us, but Harry's performance and 5 awards won definitely added to the excitement. After the show ended, everyone started leaving, and you took some more photos before being led to your cars. During the ride back to the hotel, you were both quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. Due to your busy day, you were both a bit tired. Once you arrived at the hotel, you took the elevator upstairs to your separate rooms. Although you didn't mind having your own room, deep down, you wished you had shared one. For the past few months, you've had feelings for Harry, but didn't realize it until he started dating other girls. You've tried to push these feelings aside to maintain your friendship, but it's becoming increasingly difficult. Your heart races, palms become sweaty, and you can't think straight whenever you're around him. "Alright Harry, have a goodnight and congratulations," you say to him before hugging him. This hug feels different than others, a bit more extended. Your rooms are right next to each other, so you look at him one last time, smile, and head into your room. You close the door, lean your back against it, and let out a huge sigh. You place your purse on the kitchen table and are about to take off your shoes when you hear a knock on the front door. "Who can it be?" you mutter before getting up and looking through the peephole. You're surprised to see the man who's been driving you crazy. You open the door to see Harry looking at you without saying anything. "Harry, what's wrong?" you ask, but before you can finish, his lips crash into yours with such force that you step back a bit. You can't believe this is happening!

You break the kiss and look at him in disbelief. He closes the door behind him and faces you. "I can't stop thinking about you Y/N", he says. "What?", you say. "You've been in my head 24/7 and I can't get you out", he says stepping closer to you. You stand there, at a loss for words. He moves closer and closer, until he's right in front of you. He places both of his hands on your face and you can feel the warmth radiating from his palms. Your eyes meet, and for a moment, you have an unspoken conversation. He leans in and kisses you again, this time slower and more deliberate. Your lips move in perfect harmony, and you can feel your heart racing. You reach up and hold his hands on your face, savoring the moment. As you both pull away, you're left breathless. "Me too", you managed to say as you look up to him, a smile now forming on both of your faces. "I haven't stopped thinking about taking off this dress", he says his eyes turning a darker green. Once again you're speechless. You bite your lip and kiss him again. "Then take it off", you say stepping back and walking towards the living room and heading up the stairs, while looking back occasionally at Harry who is standing in the same spot with his mouth opened. You hurry up to your room and breath in and out to let all the nerves out before he gets here. You hear his shoes echo downstairs, going up the stairs, and into your room. Your back faces him and you soon feel his presence extremely close behind you. You felt his breath on your skin as he placed all of your hair to one shoulder, while kissing the other. He reached up to the zipper and slowly dragged it down exposing your back. "You looked absolutely stunning tonight. So sexy. So elegant", he says kissing your neck and shoulder repeatedly.

You couldn't get a word out not being able to process what's about to happen. The dress dropped down to your ankles, now your bare back fully exposed to Harry. You weren't wearing a bra, considering you didn't need it with the type of dress you were wearing. Harry slowly kissed down your back and soon helped you step out of the dress. You now faced him, exposed with only your panties and heels on. He took a step back and just admired you. "Such a goddess", he said which boosted your confidence. You stepped forward and reach towards his shirt to start unbuttoning it. You held eye contact as you unbuttoned his shirt one button at a time. You took his shirt off, and repeated the same actions he did on your back. You placed small kisses down his chest and stomach, reaching his torso. "I think you're a bit overdressed ", you smirk as you start to unbutton his pants. You pull them down and he steps out of them. He grabs your hand and kisses up your arm. "Do you trust me?", he asks and you nodded. "Words Y/N", he says. "Yes", you say. He kisses you again and leads you to the bed. He lightly pushes you on it, your back hitting the mattress. He grabs your left leg, brings it to his chest, and starts undoing the clasp on your heels. Once he takes one shoe off, he repeats the same thing with the right leg.

He slowly kisses up your leg and thighs until he reaches your panties. Your breath started to pick up a bit not knowing what to expect. He looks at you and smirks before taking your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room. "Why look at that, already wet", he says as he spreads your legs so he can get a better view. Again, no words were spoken by you. He gently blows on your pussy making you shiver and moan lightly. He gets comfortable in between your legs, spreading your lips. He licks up your slit and you suddenly feel his mouth sucking on you clit. You gasp at the sensation. "Fuck Harry", you say as your hands reach down to his hair and grips on it. "And she speaks", he says chuckling before continuing his attack on your pussy. You then feel two fingers inserting you which makes you moan louder. He thrusts and curls his fingers inside you making your grip on his hair tighten, causing him to moan. "H-Harry I'm close", you say. Before you can reach your high he stops completely and places small kisses on your clit.

He kisses up your body and kisses you passionately. You can taste the arousal on his lips making you moan. You wrap your legs around his thigh and attempt to take off his boxers. You don't know where you get the confidence but you see yourself flipping him over, his back to the mattress, and fully taking off his boxers. "Move to the middle of the bed", you tell him and he does so with no question. You slowly crawl in between his legs and take his shaft in your hands. You pump it slowly while looking at him. "I can't wait to have you inside me", you say and before he can respond, you start sucking him off. "Fuuuuckk", he says enjoying your mouth on his dick. You made sure you made this super wet. You moan in satisfaction making his hips move upwards, making you gag. He loved the reaction he got so he sat up a bit, grabbed your hair in his hands, and thrusted upwards making you gag even more. You shut your eyes at the sensation and moaned more. "Fucking hell Y/N, if we don't stop now I'll cum, and I don't want to do that yet." He grabbed you and brought you to him to kiss you again. He flipped you once again, spread your legs, and inserted himself into you. You both moaned in unison. He grabbed your hands and lifted them above your head and starting thrusting into you, making your eyes to roll back in pleasure. "Fuck your pussy feels amazing", he says in your ear, slightly biting it. He kisses your neck leaving bruises here and there. "mmm Harry", you moan out feeling that same feeling from earlier. "Let me ride you baby", you say. He nods and flips you over. You straddle his hips, him sitting down, and you start riding him. This new angle hits your spot every time. You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him slightly biting his bottom lip. He wraps his arms around you and places his hands on your ass helping you ride him.

You place your hand on his chest, pushing him to lay back. You touch your breasts and squeeze them while riding him. The eye contact makes this ten times more intense. "I'm gonna cum soon Harry", you say picking up the pace. "Come here", he says bringing your face closer to him. He grabs your hips and he thrusts his hips upwards. "Cum for me Y/N", he says. You couldn't stop moaning, the sensation making your extremely sensitive as he thrusts into you in such a fast pace. "Fuck fuck fuck, Harry", you moan as you cum on his dick. He cums soon afterwards leaving both of you hot and breathless. You remove yourself from on top of him and lie next to him. "Go on a date with me?", he asks out of nowhere making you laugh. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight. "Is that yes?", he asks. "Make me cum again and it is", you say which causes both of you to laugh. You can't believe you're getting the chance to love this man. You know for sure that you're not going to waste any time.

#harry edits #harry fluff #harry smut #harry edward styles #harry styles #hslot #harry styles one shot #harry styles one direction

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stanleyl · 2 months

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I have read before that IMDB info is only 100% accurate after the movie is released.

As far as I remember, Fred has a Director: Paul King and a script writer Lee Hall.

Paul King, was asked about Fred in February and he said He was working with the script writer Lee Hall and that He has been enjoying the process.

https://screenrant.com/fred-astaire-biopic-movie-update-director-tom-holland/

Amy said in a Challengers red carpet that Fred is happening

https://x.com/thollandrchive/status/1778134256234995798?s=46

This project was given to Tom, if he can’t, a huge loss tbh, I can easily see going to another actor.

Actually, this is what Paul said

“and hopefully something will happen. But we'll see”

Amy says she wants it to happen, and Tom wants it to happen (though I'd love to hear that from him because I don't trust a thing that comes out of this woman's mouth), and she even repeats this 'we'll see' at the end, 🫠.

When imo this should've been certain. These 'uh we'll see, I hope it works' statements are not giving me any confidence, lol. But as I said before, we can only speculate, so idk 🤷🏽‍♀️.

#Fred Astaire biopic

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Choi San: Of Loss and Love

C. A. Egger

Prologue:

One cool spring afternoon, Linnet Morgan’s boss, Mr. Kim of K-Q Entertainment, calls and informs her that she must escort Choi San and Park Seonghwa to the award ceremony tonight as they are to hand out one of the awards. He, unfortunately, got hung up with something else and could not make it. So he gave Linnet instructions to go to the company stylists, who would give her a glow-up appropriate for such an occasion. Then, the Limousine will pick them up around 6:30 pm and drive them into Seoul to the ceremony.

“But, I am only your assistant here,” she protests.

“Tonight, you’re the escort,” he says unrepentantly, “if you want to keep your job, that is.”

“Okay,” she acquiesced.

He hangs up.

“Insufferable asshole,” she mutters under her breath.

She sighs and gets her purse to do his bidding. That shoots her plans for a lovely, quiet evening at home. At least Choi San and Park Seonghwa aren’t the orneriest of the bunch, so she thinks that’s a plus in her favor. I think I can deal with them, okay, she thinks. What could go wrong, right?

The noona, Hyun Jae, to whom Linnet was sent, was happy to help. In fact, she was not a fan of Mr. Kim and his high-handed ways either, so she was delighted to disregard his instructions. First, she found a black sheath dress with a cute bolero jacket that complemented Linnet’s creamy complexion and chestnut-colored hair. Linnet was a little dubious about the thigh-high slit up the side and the low back but decided to roll with it. Next, Hyun Jae styled her hair into a simple updo and light makeup. Linnet could not believe the difference as she stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. Linnet hugged Hyun Jae and thanked her for her kindness as she left with the bagged dress and matching classic black pumps.

With everything accomplished, Linnet could take a little time to relax before dressing. She ran into a snag when it came time to zip up the back of the little black dress. She couldn’t zip it up by herself! Oh shit, now what am I going to do? She thinks. No matter what gyrations she did, she could not reach the zipper. Well, if that isn’t a bit of a pickle! Time is running out, and she starts to panic. Then, there came a knock on the door. She looked out of the peephole, and Choi San was standing there, all decked out in a tuxedo. Linnet cracks open the door and asks him to please come in. He smiles, bows, and comes in. She closes the door behind him, careful not to turn her back to him.

“Umm, San, may I ask a huge favor, please,” Linnet asks, her face heating up with embarrassment.

“Sure,” he nods.

“Could you please zip my dress?”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“I can’t reach the zipper to zip it up,” Linnet says with an embarrassed smile.

He shrugs and says, “Okay, I can do that.”

Linnet turns her back so that he can zip up the dress. But, unbeknownst to Linnet, he sees a lot of her, including her lacey black underthings. He slowly runs the zipper up and fastens the pearl button on top, his fingers brushing Linnet’s skin.

“Done,” he says softly, and she feels his fingers glide across the low-cut back line of the dress. It sends a shiver down her spine.

“Thank you,” she says equally softly. They stare at each other for a long moment.

“We better go,” he says in a husky voice, “Seonghwa is waiting in the limo.”

She grabs her clutch bag and wrap as San holds the door for her. Finally, she locks the door with her keys and puts them in her clutch bag. Then, like a gentleman, he holds his arm out for her, and she puts her hand in the crook of his arm as they walk to the Limousine. Seonghwa is waiting in the limo, and San helps Linnet in. She sits in the middle between Seonghwa and San.

The red carpet is everything Linnet imagines. Rude reporters, camera flashes, screaming fans, and an exciting atmosphere. San and Seonghwa did very well; neither made any gaffes and were attentive. Not to mention, they both look very dapper in their tuxes. Linnet does her best to stay in the background but stays with them as she was ordered by Mr. Kim.

The after-party was tedious; Linnet really didn’t know that many people. She sat at the table where they were assigned to sip an iced green tea cocktail. Seonghwa was busy chatting with an acquaintance from their training days, and San had excused himself to use the men’s room. That left Linnet alone and open to any womanizing predators. Enter Jackson Wang.

San, on the way back from the men’s room, was ensnared by BamBam from Got7, another Kpop group, unaware that Jackson Wang had set his sights on Linnet. When the crowd parted for just a moment, he caught sight of Linnet talking with Jackson. She looked uncomfortable and, at the same time, annoyed with Jackson’s persistent flirting. San did not like this at all. Jackson had a bit of an unsavory reputation when it came to women and how he treated them. San excused himself from BamBam and returned to their table, just in time for him to see Jackson trying to get Linnet to come with him. She was adamantly refusing to leave. San sat next to Linnet and put his arm around her, smiling at Jackson as he did so.

“Hey, Jackson.”

Jackson, annoyed, frowned and said, “Go away, San, this lady is mine.”

“Mm, afraid not; she is here with me, so no. Go pick on someone else that would enjoy your bullshit.”

The two men stared each other down until Jackson dropped his eyes, levered himself up, and stalked off, rudely shoving his way past Seonghwa.

“Thank you for the rescue,” Linnet says.

“You’re welcome,” San says softly.

“What’s the matter with him?” Seonghwa asked.

“He was trying to get Linnet to leave with him,”

“Ugh! You dodged a bullet. He’s not a very nice man, Linnet.”

San checked his watch, and it was almost 11:00. “I think we should leave now.”

“Good idea; if I know Jackson, it won’t end there,” says Seonghwa, glancing at Jackson as he sat at the bar and glaring at San.

The trip back to the compound is made in silence. Linnet, San, and Seonghwa are tired and ready to call it a day. Linnet knows San’s leg is pressed against hers, and her heart beats faster. She wonders when the hell did this attraction happen? Yes, he is good-looking and polite and works hard to learn the choreography and the songs. What’s not attractive about him?

Seonghwa appears to be sleeping with his head tipped back against the headrest of the limo. San and Linnet sit without speaking for most of the ride, but something is happening. There is a highly charged tension between them. Finally, the limo enters the compound, and they can escape and go their separate ways. Linnet wishes them both a good night and turns to make her way to her apartment, except San insists on walking Linnet back. Seonghwa gives San a quizzical look, shrugs, and heads to their dorm. They stroll along without saying much; he pulls her hand into the crook of his arm. Finally, they get to her apartment, and she turns to unlock the apartment door. Linnet is ready to send him on his way, but he says, “Don’t you need help unzipping your dress?”

Damn, he had her there. There is no way Linnet can get out of the dress without his help. Embarrassed, she says, “Yes, I had forgotten.”

Linnet invites him in. They walk into her dark apartment, and she switches on the lights. She lays her keys and clutch bag on the table. With his hands in his trouser pockets, San watches her intently without saying anything. His perusal makes Linnet a little uncomfortable. They stare at each other for a long moment. Then, quietly, she asks, “Could you please unzip my dress.”

“Yes,” he says.

She turns her back to him so he can unzip the dress. San’s fingers slowly unfasten the pearl button and gently pull the zipper down. His fingers brush against her skin. He gently pushes her hair over her shoulder, and Linnet can feel his fingers trace the tattoo on her right shoulder and then on her left shoulder. Linnet can feel his warm breath on her neck, and his lips touch her skin. At that moment, she’s lost; he will make love to her, and she will let him.

Slowly, she turns to him and looks into his intense brown eyes, darkened with desire. Finally, he cups her face with his hands and kisses her. San’s arm snakes around her waist. His other arm curls around her neck, crushing her against his body as his mouth devours hers. His tongue brushes against Linnet’s lower lip, encouraging her to let him in. Their tongues twist and slide together in a dance of their own. Linnet slides her arms up around San’s neck and kisses him back.

“Nae Yeon-in” (My sweetheart), San whispers against her lips, breaking the kiss. They are both breathless. San’s hands-on Linnet’s shoulders push the little black dress off, and it slithers down her body to land in a pool of black silk at her feet. She is standing before him in just her lacey black underthings. San’s breath hisses as he gazes at her nearly nude body.

“I want you; let me love you,” he whispers seductively.

Linnet nods in acceptance. What can she say? She wants him as much as he wants her. San sweeps her up in his arms, and she points toward her bedroom. San kicks the door open and kicks it shut again. Nothing is heard but the sounds of pleasure they make as they reach the pinnacle of their lovemaking.

Part One

Four Years Later

San is summoned to a mandatory meeting with KQ Entertainment and the management team. He doesn't know why they want him at this meeting. So, he asks if it is okay to bring Park Seonghwa. Seonghwa, the group's "mother hen," is the go-to for emotional support. Honestly, he doesn't feel good about this meeting; something is up, so he is glad they gave him permission to bring Park Seonghwa.

When San and Seonghwa reach the meeting room, his management team and some grim-faced attorneys are inside, seated at the conference table. They bow and are asked to be seated at the long conference table.

"What is going on," San asks curiously, looking from one face to another.

With a sour face, the KQ's corporate attorney, Mr. Kim, introduces Mr. Bruce Campbell, attorney for the recently deceased Linnet Morgan. Those words hit San with the velocity of a bullet train. "Nononononono," whispers San as his face loses all color. The corporate attorney, Mr. Kim, gives San a venomous glare and stiffly tells him that he does not have to hear what Mr. Campbell says.

"I have a letter addressed to you from my late client, Linnet Morgan," Mr. Campbell says, equally as terse as Mr. Kim and unperturbed by Mr. Kim's rudeness. Mr. Campbell picks up his briefcase and lays it on the table before him. He opens his attache case and gives San the letter, saying, "I was instructed to provide you with this in person, "obliquely hinting that KQ can't be trusted.

Mr. Kim again tries to interrupt, but San waves him off. It's evident by this time that Mr. Kim doesn't want San to talk to Mr. Campbell – but why? There is a mystery as to why Linnet vanished without a word, and San wants to know why, as his management team and the corporate have refused to discuss it, to San's frustration. However, he feels that the truth is going to come out. Slowly, San tears open the sealed envelope and pauses before unfolding the letter. Seonghwa lays a hand on his shoulder, sensing this will be painful for San.

Seonghwa doesn't know the whole story, but he knows enough as he was with San the first time he met Linnet. Mr. Kim dragooned Linnet into escorting them to an awards ceremony in Seoul while he dallied with his mistress in Busan. San looks up at Seonghwa, and Seonghwa can see the uncertainty and pain in his eyes. Seonghwa nods at San, encouraging him to read the letter. San takes a deep breath and begins to read:

Dearest San,

I will have departed this life by the time you receive this letter. But, before I go, you deserve to know the truth about what happened. I did not leave Korea willingly; our relationship was discovered and turned into management. Once our relationship was outed, I was fired and sent back to the United States in disgrace. Mr. Kim also told me that if I attempted to contact you or any of the others in the group, I would face prosecution in Seoul for harassment and stalking, and he promised he would make it stick.

Not long after returning home, I found out I was pregnant with your child. You need to know, my love, that you have a beautiful little girl, Lillian Rose Choi, born on April 25, 2020. Lillian was born nine months after I left Korea. She weighed 6 lbs. and 14 oz, and she looks like you, my dearest San.

San drops the letter on the floor in shock and begins hyperventilating. San didn't know what to expect, but it wasn't this. A deep groan of pain pushes past San's lips. Seonghwa pushes San's head between his knees and murmurs quietly to San to take deep breaths. Everyone heard the audible sound of San's heart breaking in the room's quietness. Then, Mr. Kim begins to berate Mr. Campbell for upsetting San. Unmoved, Mr. Campbell stares frostily back because he knows the truth and knows KQ would have thrown the letter away without San being the wiser. This was the only way San would see the truth.

Seonghwa presses a tissue in San's hand after he quiets down. San wipes his eyes and blows his nose. San picks up the letter from the floor and grimly continues reading.

A year ago, I was diagnosed with stage 4 breast cancer. I had a mastectomy and began chemotherapy. Unfortunately, it is an aggressive form of cancer that spread to other parts of my body, and I was told I had little time left. I tried to contact your management team to inform you about Lillian. I was rebuffed and told you wanted nothing to do with your daughter and she could not be yours. I knew that could not be true, so I hired Mr. Bruce Campbell to represent me and get through to you legally. Lillian is your flesh and blood, and it is my dying wish for her to be with you, her father.

Tears run down San's face; he looks up at Mr. Campbell.

"When may I see my daughter," he asks quietly.

No way Mr. Kim wants this to happen, so he loudly and rudely disputes any paternal testing and how that couldn't possibly be San's child; for all he knew, she could have slept with many men and is trying to extort money from KQ and San. Seonghwa winces, knowing what's coming but powerless to stop it.

"Shut the fuck up," San shouts, his fury detonating with the force of an atomic bomb and jumping out of his chair, "Just shut the fuck up! You don't know her!"

Mr. Kim shuts his mouth and gives San a dirty look, promising retribution. San leans over the table and angrily asks, "How could you keep something like this from me?"

San is livid, and he coldly stares down Mr. Kim. Mr. Kim drops his eyes. Everyone stares at San in shock. Never have they seen San this coldly angry. Of course, Seonghwa has seen him angry before, but this is an extraordinary circumstance.

Mr. Campbell ignores Mr. Kim's bluster, takes two photographs from his briefcase, and slides them across the table to San. One is San's baby picture, and the other is a photo of an adorable baby girl. There is no denying the paternity of this child, as the baby pictures look alike. Lillian looks just like San, with his almost feline features and Linnet's hazel eyes and slight, subtle differences here and there. San drops back into his chair and picks up both photographs, his eyes glassy with tears. Never in his wildest imagination did he expect something of this magnitude; they had tried to be so careful, but one time, in the heat of passion, contraception never entered their minds until it was too late. Mr. Campbell watches San's reaction intently and nods in approval because Linnet was right about San – he had no idea that KQ Entertainment had fired Linnet and sent her away with threats of retribution if she ever returned.

"She looks just like you, San," Seonghwa says in amazement, looking over San's shoulder at the photographs.

"There's more," Mr. Campbell tells San. Mr. Campbell reaches into his briefcase again and pulls out a small stack of books and two larger ones. He slides them across the table to San. Mr. Kim is huddled in the corner, whispering to Ateez's management team, undoubtedly trying to salvage the situation, knowing they will not be seen in a good light and fear a potential lawsuit that would be justified. San picks up the top book and flips the cover open. These are Linnet's private journals, and San will no doubt find the answers he seeks in these journals. San lays them aside for later reading when he is alone. Then, he pulls the more significant book from the bottom of the stack and flips the cover open. It is a scrapbook, lovingly put together, chronicling Linnet's pregnancy and Lillian's birth. As he flips through the pages, he sees ultrasound pictures of Lillian's development in Linnet's womb and Linnet displaying her growing baby bump. San's heart aches, and tears roll down his face as he realizes how much he missed. He would have gladly been at Linnet's side during her pregnancy, and she would not have been alone through birth, cancer, or even death. Pain and raw fury sweep through San; he feels this is the ultimate betrayal.

Mr. Campbell pulls two black DVD cases out of his briefcase. He slides it across the table to San.

"Linnet wanted the birth to be recorded for you," says Mr. Campbell, "The other is a recording of her memorial service."

San begins to sob anew, his heart now completely broken. His Linnet had such a loving heart to ensure San was included in everything, even if he didn't know. Oh, San thinks KQ corporate and his management team will pay for this. Seonghwa's arm goes around his shoulders, silently giving him comfort. He is glad he insisted Seonghwa be present for emotional support and as a witness.

Finally, San is calm enough to hear what else Mr. Campbell has for him after a few minutes. San wipes his eyes and hiccups a bit. Mr. Campbell slides a small manila envelope across the table to him. San stares at it before slowly picking it up and opening it. Inside the manila envelope are three small black velvet pouches. San opens the first pouch, pouring the contents into his hand - it's the silver promise ring San gave Linnet. Memories slam into San as he remembers when he asked her to marry him, and she said yes; then he slid it on her finger and kissed her. She smiled lovingly at San as he asked her to wait for him, knowing Ateez wouldn't last forever. San doubles over in pain; this is almost more than his heart can take. Seonghwa gently rubs his back, tears running down his face, too. For now, San will put the ring on a chain around his neck, and when the time comes, he will pass it down to Lillian, but he will slide it on his pinkie finger for now.

The contents of the second velvet pouch reveal a necklace with a silver heart. San looks at Mr. Campbell with a question in his swollen, tear-reddened eyes.

"Linnet requested that some of her ashes be made into memorial necklaces for you and Lillian," Mr. Campbell says gently. San nods. That way, part of her will always be with San and their daughter. He slips the chain around his neck and tucks the heart under his shirt.

San asks again, "When may I see my daughter?"

Mr. Kim objects loudly; he doesn't want San to see or get attached to this baby because they won't allow him to keep it, as if they had a say in this matter. Mr. Campbell ignores Mr. Kim's tantrum and gestures to his assistant, who gets up, leaves the room, and returns in a few minutes with a little girl about two or three years old, dressed in a little purple dress, in her arms. The little girl looks frightened and has her thumb firmly in her mouth. The assistant sits in the chair beside San and sits the child on her lap, facing San.

"Lillian, this your Papa," she says. Lillian eyes San suspiciously, not sure she wants anything to do with him. San sniffles and smiles at her through the tears that cloud his eyes. She is so beautiful! He marvels that he and Linnet created this beautiful child. Seonghwa is amazed at the two faces that so resemble each other.

"Hello, beautiful," San quietly says. He makes no attempt to touch Lillian yet. Instead, he lets Lillian take the time to study him so she can get comfortable with him. Eventually, Lillian decides San is okay and holds her chubby little arms out with a giggle. He carefully takes her from the assistant and sets her in his lap. Then, Lillian stares at San solemnly with Linnet's hazel eyes. Tears are pouring down San's cheeks; Lillian pats San's cheek. That hits San hard in the heart, and he tries hard to stifle the sobs welling up in his chest as he doesn't want to scare her. Finally, he gently pulls Lillian against his chest, burying his tear-stained face in her soft baby hair.

"Da-da?" she says. San cries harder, rocking and hugging her tighter until she starts to squirm in protest. Seonghwa implores San to stop crying; he doesn't want the little girl to freak out because San is a total mess, his face blotchy and eyes red and swollen from crying. San is enchanted by his little daughter but still can't accept the news of Linnet's death.

Seeing this, Mr. Campbell gently suggests meeting again tomorrow to deal with the rest of Linnet's bequests, against Mr. Kim's wishes, of course, to give San the necessary time to come to terms with Linnet's death and accept his new role as a father. He can clearly see that San is nearly at the end of his rope – too many shocks to the system simultaneously. San doesn't want to part with his daughter yet, but Seonghwa sees this wisdom and gently persuades San to let her go for tonight. San holds her tight against his chest, laying his cheek on her head, and then reluctantly gives Lillian back to the assistant after kissing and telling her, "Daddy loves you."

"Da-da," Lillian says, starting to fuss and holding her chubby arms out to San as the assistant whisks her out.

They agreed to meet again at 11:00 am in this same room tomorrow morning. As Mr. Campbell leaves, he lays a compassionate hand on San's shoulder, conveying his sympathy for his loss. San nods as tears stream down his cheeks, and Mr. Campbell shakes Seonghwa's hand before leaving the room. As soon as Mr. Campbell leaves the room and the door closes, Mr. Kim starts berating San for causing this mess, but Seonghwa is pissed off and has had enough of Mr. Kim's bullshit.

"Don't you think San has had to endure enough for today, thanks to your meddling," Seonghwa snaps, glaring daggers at the attorney. Mr. Kim ignores Seonghwa and continues ranting as Seonghwa somehow gets San up, but San is dazed and grieving. Seonghwa packs up San's books and things Mr. Campbell brought, puts his arm around San's waist, and guides him out with San leaning heavily against him. With difficulty, because San isn't putting much effort into walking, Seonghwa gets San back to the dorm and up to his dorm room. He removes San's boots and jeans, helps him into his sleeping shorts, and puts him to bed. Seonghwa pulls a chair beside the bed, preparing to sit with him. His head and heart aching, San smiles weakly at Seonghwa and closes his eyes, but tears track down his cheeks, his breath hitching as he tries to hold the sobs in.

"Let it go, San, don't keep your grief in. Everything will be okay, San," Seonghwa says, smoothing San's hair back from his face and gently wiping away San's tears. San doesn't respond. Seonghwa waits until San's breathing deepens, and he is solidly out before leaving the room and finding Hongjoon. Seonghwa might be considered the "Mom" of the group, but Hongjoon is the "Dad" of the group. He finds Hongjoon in their dorm room playing a video game.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

Hongjoon turns off the game and asks, "What's on your mind, Seonghwa?"

Seonghwa explained the corporate and management team meeting to Hongjoon. About San, Linnet, and San's surprise daughter Lillian. How he brought San home, put him to bed, and the state of San's emotions. Seonghwa also tells Hongjoon that he plans to stay with San all night if he needs something and is worried about San. Hongjoon nods, "That sounds like a good idea."

Finally, Seonghwa sends Yunho, San's roommate, a text asking if it would be okay if they could trade beds for the night. Yunho returned a text, giving his assent but with a question mark asking what was happening.

Hongjoon is genuinely shocked at the callousness displayed by Mr. Kim and the management team. Hongjoon decides right then and there to gather the rest of the group up and explain what is going on, with San's permission, and make some plans to help San in any way they can. Neither said out loud, but they were thinking, how would they treat the rest of them if they could be this cold and callous to San? Seonghwa agrees, and Hongjoon calls for a group meeting while Seonghwa checks on San. Seonghwa peeks in the door of San's room. San is sleeping, but it is a restless sleep with more than likely dreams of Linnet. Seonghwa idly wonders if Mr. Kim and the management team will force San into giving up his daughter. He hopes not; that just might push San over the edge. Seonghwa goes down to the dorm room he shares with Hongjoon, grabs his pillow, pajamas, and toothbrush, and returns to San's room. Yunho tiptoes shortly after the meeting and gets his pillow and pajamas, giving Seonghwa a brief smile, but his eyes are sorrowful when he glances at the sleeping San.

2:00 am, San sits bolt upright in his bed, sobbing and gasping, "Linnet!"

Again, the pain of losing Linnet is tearing him apart. Seonghwa is there instantly, letting San cry on his shoulder as he murmurs comfortingly, rubbing San's back until his harsh sobbing abates. Seonghwa snags the box of tissues from the nightstand, pulls some out, and gives them to San. San mops up his tears, still hiccupping. Seonghwa gets him a bottle of water and some Tylenol for his headache. San's eyes are still wild with pain, but he's slowly coming around.

"San, I know you're hurting right now, and you will be for a while, but you need to give some thought to your little one," Seonghwa says quietly.

San nods blankly, although it is debatable whether he understood being steeped in his grief over Linnet and what could have been.

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?"

San nods, lying on his pillow and closing his eyes as Seonghwa turns off the bedside lamp and sits in the chair beside the bed. San's mind is churning thinking about Linnet having to endure all of this alone, probably thinking San was a fuckboy and had moved on to the next girl. However, he eventually came around to thinking about seeking revenge.

San wasn't even allowed to choose whether to give up his career with Ateez and pursue a life with Linnet and the baby. KQ had taken the liberty to make a choice for him and then lie and hide it from him. This is something that San cannot easily forgive. He wasn't even allowed to defend his relationship with Linnet to KQ. He wondered who saw them and turned them in. Maybe he should talk to Mr. Campbell about his options now that his trust in KQ Entertainment has been irrevocably broken.

San decides he is going to keep Lillian with him. He would be lying if he said he isn't a little afraid of being a father to this tiny human because it is a daunting prospect, especially since Linnet is dead and they can't work together to raise Lillian. He doesn't know the first thing about caring for a child, but that doesn't mean he can't learn. San hears Seonghwa get up and move to his bed. Eventually, San drifts into a heavy slumber, uninterrupted until the alarm goes off at 6:00 am.

San, awakened by the alarm at 6:00 am, groans and rolls over to slam his hand on the snooze button. His eyes feel dry, gritty, and swollen from his tears in the last 24 hours. He stares at the ceiling unseeingly, replaying in his mind the precious moments of his and Linnet's courtship. Once again, the tears flow, and he feels hollow, numb, and dead inside.

Linnet disappeared so abruptly that he should have suspected KQ's and Mr. Kim's complicity. They must have been careless, and someone had obviously seen them together and reported the violation in the no dating clause of his contract. San was suspicious about the short explanation he received from corporate about her disappearance, and he was warned to stop asking questions or face the consequences. San held tightly onto the hope that they would find each other again, but now her death has shattered that hope. He does have one thing, his little daughter Lillian – she was the result of his and Linnet's love. A gift from Linnet. A father! I'm a father! I have a daughter! San thinks. He smiles grimly through his tears because he will fight like hell to keep her. San is pretty sure KQ will be against him keeping Lillian.

There is a soft tap on the door, and it opens to reveal Seonghwa, who had risen a little earlier. Seonghwa wanted to check on San and make sure he was okay. So he comes in and sits on the edge of the bed next to San.

"Did you sleep well," Seonghwa asks.

San sighs deeply and says, "Not really. I have too many things to think about."

San pulls himself up into a sitting position, and Seonghwa adjusts the pillows behind San's back. San wipes away his tears and sniffles. San's face is pale, and his eyes are red-rimmed and puffy, with dark circles under them. However, they aren't dazed or wild with pain anymore. Instead, Seonghwa sees that San has accepted what is and not what could have been, painful as it is. Seonghwa pulls San in for a brief hug, and San lays his head on Seonghwa's shoulder and sniffles a bit more while Seonghwa rubs his back comfortingly. San wants to pour his heart out to Seonghwa, but they are interrupted. There is another discreet tap on the door, and Hongjoon pokes his head around the door.

"May I come in," he asks.

"Yeah," San says.

"Are you doing okay, San?"

"No," San says quietly, "eventually, maybe."

"Have you decided on what you are going to do?"

"The first thing, I think, is to talk to Mr.Campbell," San replied, "But I don't know where he is staying. It would be best to see him without management knowing."

"Hold that thought," Seonghwa says as he jumps up and dashes out of the room. He returns within a few minutes bearing a business card with Mr. Campbell's phone number and the hotel's name and room number.

"He slipped this into my hand yesterday when he was leaving," Seonghwa says, "He knew Mr. Kim would be watching you closely."

San looks at the card and sees the hotel near the compound. He is resolved to meet with Mr. Campbell. He has many questions that need to be answered. The door opens, and Yunho pokes his head around the door. "May I come in?"

"Yes!"

Yunho walks to San and gives him a hug. Not long after, the rest of the group files in to provide San with a hug. San is usually not a super emotional guy, but he tears up a bit at the support from the rest of the group. Next, they fill San in on some decisions they have made to give San support. Hongjoon has talked to Lee Know and Chang Bin from Stray Kids, and Mingi has contacted his buddies Ravn and Leedo from Oneus to support him. Next, they want to talk to the rap line from BTS and maybe some girls from Black Pink. Oh, and maybe EXO, SHINee, and Enhyphen, too. Again, San is emotionally overwhelmed by the love and support he is getting from his group members.

Jongho says with a smirk, "I always wanted to be an uncle!"

Lillian is getting seven new "uncles." The group discusses how they can make this work for San and Lillian, but San cautions that they don't know what KQ and Mr. Kim will do, if anything.

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