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The Apprentice - Part 5 (NSFW)
Ohhh boy. This was a big one.
Warnings: Sex, p in v, romance, small angst, little fluff, mostly smut, barely proofred (it's 12:30am here right now, but plot was required to be written)
Word count: 6,888
Disclaimer: I do not speak Romanian, resources were googled. Iubițel is a men's term of endearment (meaning: sweetheart, lover and darling), Iubi is it's feminine counterpart, puișor is something like "dove" or "small animal", and draga mea is "my dear".
Part 4 here, Masterlist here.
As the wooden dock of Baratie began to bring itself within your sights; a warm, giddy smile drew itself onto your face. You had never seen its equal; a large floating restaurant in the middle of the ocean. The smells wafting from the building was enough to overcome your senses; sweets, savouries and a smoke-forward smell from an open firepit engulfing you in your approach.
You felt a hand creep along your upper forearm to rest itself atop your shoulder, prompting you to rise your gaze up to meet with the bearded jaw of your sword master. Your eyes upturned and your brows furrowed in anticipation, truly not knowing where these next few moments would take you.
Sensing your unease, Mihawk drew you into himself; cradling his arms around you and pulling you into his torso. You felt eclipsed by his warmth, his heat overwhelming you; prompting you to flitter your eyes shut against his bare chest beneath his lengthy overcoat. The small crossed blade felt warm to the touch as your chin fell towards the hilt at his neck; Mihawk’s chin rest atop your head as he brought his other arm to complete his embrace. You felt his lips possessively press themselves against your hair, his silken dark and cropped beard scraping lightly against your forehead as he completed the chaste caress.
Feeling overwhelmed by anticipation, you sighed out against his chest; almost feeling a similar sense falling from his own body in a more refined and controlled way. You felt drawn back to a moment from the very beginning of your ‘true apprenticeship’ beneath the mighty warlord as he held you now clasped into his chest: one such moment where he deemed you truly worthy to challenge him equipped with Yoru.
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A rough growl escaped from your lips; frustration fleeing as you launched yourself forward to strike another blow towards your sword master’s belly, only for him to successfully jolt forwards to meet your blade with his own.
“Come now, Apprentice,” he reprimanded you with a taunting sarcasm purring at you, “is that any way to behave?”
Your lips curled into a snarl as you flurried your balanced blade in a circular motion to break away yourself from his contact.
Eight hours. You had been at this for hours; eight of them, in fact. Dracule Mihawk was barely breaking a sweat as you continued to push yourself over the edge of exertion to chase the opportunity to land a single blow against his stance. The opportunity Mihawk had presented you was to disarm him only once, a single blow, and he would allow you to have a week off from his harsh training regimen.
He had you working hard for the past few weeks: training your body for him day in and day out. Your day would commence as soon as the rays of the dawn would break through the horizon line, to the setting sun would flee from the clouds; leaving hints of purple and teal within its departure. Your body was broken, was worn out, exhausted; yet you continued to push forward.
Skin cracked and littered with small, sharp, exact wounds; you attempted to sweep your legs forward in hopes of a break in swordplay would disarm your opponent. Your lengthy skirt flurried out, fanning at your ankles as you attempted to sweep his while dodging his large blade from impacting you further.
Graduating from duelling the small dagger hanging loosely from his neck was a mighty feat in and of itself. He finally deemed you worthy to be at the business end of Yoru, his extremely large sword towering over your perfectly proportioned one as you dodged an incoming thrust from him. He was aiming for your chest, prompting you to dodge while leaning away from him; arching your back and tilting your head to the side.
A small smirk pulled at his lips as he stepped into your oncoming attack, bringing his knee forward suddenly towards your ribcage. You gasped a whimper and completely dropped to your knees in a last ditch attempt to bring yourself away from his oncoming onslaught.
Your head hung low as your breaths hissed out exhausted puffs of air in an attempt to fill the overused lungs within the chasms of your chest. Your eyes prickled with frustrated tears. Exhaustion raked at you with its claws, a heavy weight baring down on you as you readied yourself for another well-timed and thought out insult falling from the lips of your boss.
In its stead, you heard footsteps circling your body, bringing themselves to the front of you. Your eyes met with the blackened leather boots of the mighty warlord who had taken you under his wing for training.
Feeling a small scratch against your throat, the blunt end of Yoru found its way to your chin while the piercing tip threatened to break through the skin of your throat. You gulped to rid yourself of the dryness within your mouth at the action, your tongue flicking out to dampen your dry lips from the prior overexertion.
“Eyes-,” he commanded you in a low taunt, feeling the cool edge of the mighty blade flick your chin to tilt your head towards him, “-on-,” his boots shuffled, his body falling closer to your own, “-me.”
You scrunched your nose up and furrowed your brows at him, before apprehensively bringing your gaze forward to meet his intense amber stare. You scowled at him through your eyelashes, your lips crawling upwards to bare your teeth at him in displeasure; a smirk rising to his own lips.
“There you are,” he taunted you, bringing himself closer; stooping his body down towards you. You broke your eyes away from his and off to the side, ashamed at yourself for failing to land no impact on his body over the past daily trial.
He clicked his tongue at you, disciplining you for your retreating gaze; “no, no, Apprentice. Let me see those eyes. Let me get a glimpse of your fury.”
You snapped your gaze back towards him, your chin still remaining collected above the flat end of the large sword. You arched your body upwards towards him, maintaining eye contact while pressing the sharpened edge further into your neck. Eyes darkening, you arched your back upwards; paying your skirt no heed as it blew within the wind beneath your knees on the ground.
“Good girl,” he smirked, tapping your chin once more before releasing it from the end of the blade and twirling it to the side of his body, “show passion in your mastery, and never relinquish your gaze in the face of defeat. Learn.”
You ignored the comment he made, alongside the chills that spring from your tailbone up your spine to collect itself tangibly at the follicles on your neck; prompting the hair to stand on edge at his condescending praise.
“You had but one task,” he taunted you, ushering you to rise to your feet with a curl of his index finger on his left hand, “you were to disarm me, and we would call it a day.”
You growled again through your clenched jaw, Mihawk chuckling at the reverberations presenting themselves from your chest.
”And we need to work on your noises, Apprentice,” he reprimanded you, “can’t have you whining like a braying Jennet in anticipation of being mounted by her overzealous Moke when you’re conquered.”
The shock of his comment attempted to break onto your face, relieving your skin from its permanent scowl; but fortunately your frown held its ground. His taunt made the fury rise further within your chest further as you readied yourself to respond to him.
You reclaimed the handle of your blade, rising to your feet swiftly at his latest challenge. His smirk broadened at the sight, almost giddy at your willingness to continue.
“My lord,” you commented once your breath returned to you, “I hope you’ll find-,” you rose your non-dominant hand up towards your waist, “-I don’t back away from a challenge so easily.”
“That remains to be seen, yes,” he confirmed with you, leaning back onto his bent leg in anticipation for your incoming attack, “but you do require discipline with the tones fleeing from your lips in combat. I hope to break you away from the habit.”
You huffed out an air of frustration while side-stepping him in a slow, calculated motion.
“I am your humble pupil, my lord,” you confirmed, a smirk rising to your lips as your fingertips found the tie of your skirt and began to tug on it, “and I think you’ll find that I know more than one way of disarming a man.”
At that comment, you released your waist from your lengthy skirt, brandishing it within your non-dominant hand and flourishing the material beside yourself while launching your blade towards him in the wake of his distraction. In nothing more than your tight training shirt and lingerie, you managed to brush your blade on the lefthand shoulder of the dark-haired, amber-eyed Dracule Mihawk; successfully landing a whisper of a disarming blow against him.
His eyes widened in shock as he raked his gaze over your exposed lower body before trailing them back up to meet with your gaze. He narrowed his eyes at you and stepped towards your body; placing Yoru firmly within the ground by sinking the blade into the hard soil and using his dominant hand to collect the wrist you were using to flurry the material within.
Baring his gaze down into your own, you couldn’t help the smug expression from drawing itself onto your cheeks at the knowledge that you had successfully disarmed your trainer with something as unexpected as utilising your skirt as a material shield while you struck him.
“Apprentice,” his tone warned you, prompting the smile to drop from your face at his reprimand. Your chest filled with anxiety at his disciplinary and authoritarian voice, feeling yourself cower away from him. He gripped your chin with his non-dominant hand and held you firmly, forcing your eyes to remain firmly fixated onto his own.
His lips curled into a warm smile, his voice softening; “that was incredibly clever.”
You gasped at his praise, feeling disarmed yourself at the softness he utilised within his tone and also how his hands felt as he held your wrist and your face within his calculated clutches.
“Well done,” he commended you with a humming tone, a smirk drawing itself to his face in place of the soft smile. He released your wrist and chin from within his clutches and turned away from you, making his way towards the mighty castle atop Kuraigana island and calling to you over his shoulder, “now come. I have a vintage for you to sample as a reward for your efforts.”
You breathed a sigh of relief and hung your head. You felt the tug of a small smile begin to rise upon your cheeks once more before the emotion halted at the warlord’s next words: “and do try to at least keep your skirt on for this next venture. I’d hate to see you come undone further in your training today, swords or otherwise.”
The air all but relinquished itself from your lungs at his comment, fury building instead of your prior pride at besting the swordsman.
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“We have arrived,” he commented atop your head, tracing the flesh of your shoulders beneath his thumbs. You rose your own to rest against his hips, holding firm to your grasp but pushing his body from yourself in preference of the view of his broad-hat adorned face.
“How do we locate our mark, Luffy was it?” you asked him, quirking up your brow and tilting your head to the side.
“Work, work, work,” he chastised you with a low, purred taunt, floating his hawk-like gaze between your two orbs, “I appreciate your loyalty to completing the task that lies ahead, Apprentice.”
“You’ll find that’s not all a task I’m loyal to completing this night, my lord,” you whispered up into him; lips almost brushing with your eyes becoming half-lidded, as they bore into your mentor flirtatiously.
A low rumbly growl escaped from between his lips, a noise that seemed completely involuntary in nature; surprising the both of you. You giggled, raising your lefthand fingertips to hold firm against his lips and giving him a soft push away from your body. You felt the tingle of his moustache against the tips of your fingers as you traced his lips with them, halting them against his lower lip.
“Now, now, my lord. What has come over you?” you hummed at him, drawing your face closer towards him and arching your body upwards into his chest further, “I thought you weren’t one for engaging in lewd and overzealous vocalisations.”
He immediately released your shoulders from his grasp and claimed your left wrist at his face and pulled it towards his mouth, trailing his beard-clad lips over your forearm and upwards towards your bicep with a trail of passionate, open mouthed kisses. A gasp was immediately pulled from your lips at his action, his lips now finding themselves attached to your shoulder and drawing further into your neck, prompting your jaw to fall slack, brows furrow upwards and you to arch your neck to expose more of your skin towards his affectionate and relentless attack.
“M-my lord?” you questioned him, prompting another feral growl to fall from his lips and muffle themselves at your neck, “m-my lord, we’re not yet docked at Baratie.”
He bore his teeth into your shoulder as he bit the skin and sucked a harsh, red mark into your flesh where your shoulder met with your neck; a hissed gasp falling from your lips at the harsh action he was presenting against you. You closed your eyes at the feeling, his tongue swirling at your skin and raking his teeth upwards towards the shell of your ear.
“You make a fair point, Apprentice,” he whispered into your ear before completely retracting his body from you. A small whimper escaped your lips at his departure, a smirk rising itself against the lips of the great warlord of the sea. He moved his body to the navigator’s pole and steered the ship effortlessly to align itself against the peer of Baratie.
He gestured to one of the men at the makeshift peer as your ship had begun its descent to lie adjacent at the wooden dock at the base of the sailing restaurant to throw a looped rope towards the ship. Your body began moving on its own, immediately readying yourself to catch the rope thrust into the air with ease. Feeling the fibrous material within your fingertips, you began to secure the ship with it, under the doting and watchful gaze of your mentor who’s eyes softened in a way only meant for you.
After securing the ship against the wooden dock, you turned to face him once again; straightening up your shoulders and lacing your fingertips to hang lowly behind your back. He raked his eyes over your body, face remaining completely expressionless as he did so. You remained stationary as he moved to circle your body, examining your form as a general would inspect the uniform of their underling in search for any blemish beneath his hawk-like gaze.
“The ship is secure, sir,” you informed him confidently, looking through the corner of your eye to witness him completing his circular inspection. He halted in front of your right shoulder, stooping low and bringing his index finger and thumb to your chin; tilting your face towards his.
“So it is,” he uttered, leaning his face forward to bring his lips up to your cheekbone, His lips ghosted over your face, stalking you with his intimate touch as he raked them lower towards your lips.
As his lips travelled to lie at the corner of your mouth, you shut your eyes; feeling his fingertips drag themselves over your shoulders, down your forearms and still themselves against the hilt of your belt. He tugged his hand against your belt, pulling you closer to himself as his lips finally found their way back against your own.
You froze, unsure of how to respond in this moment. Mihawk furrowed his brows, feeling your hesitation against his lips and breaking away from them. His eyes remained shut as he pressed his forehead against your own, asking you: “why do you hesitate, Apprentice? You were so eager to engage in such a manner earlier.”
You exhaled a breath you did not know you were holding, relieved at his question.
“The dynamic, sir,” you voiced your concern in a small, reluctant voice, “I desire to return your affections to you, but-.”
“-This will not impact your training, draga mea,” he whispered against your lips, bringing one hand to cradle your cheek, “in fact, I desire to train you harder.”
You leant into his touch, feeling his remaining hand resting against your belt flick open the buckle; the leather strap falling slack against your waist. You instinctively drew your hand out to catch your scabbard to ensure your blade did not fall to the floor, grasping it firmly in your hand. Mihawk chuckled, prompting you to open your eyes to be greeted with a warm and sincere smile upon his moustache-clad lips. Your eyes softened, lips parting at the sight while you openly drew your eyes over his face to permanently brand the image into your mind.
He was so, unbelievably handsome. You had only ever seen this particular smile briefly once prior; when you bested him with your skirted flourish: the image returning to your mind. You stood atop your toes to press a chaste kiss against his smiling lips, withdrawing them quickly to ensure his smile remained.
“When you are without your blade at your hilt or in your hand,” he informed you, the wide smile leaving his face and momentarily replaced my its softer counterpart, “you are my iubi, my puișor-,” he raked his fingers over your cheek to fall within your hair, pooling the strands to fasten themselves behind your ear, “-my equal.”
A gasp fled itself from your lips as you focussed on his words, your gaze fluttering between his amber eyes in search for hidden agenda; finding only desire in its wake.
“You are first and foremost my apprentice,” he informed you again, breaking his forehead away from yours as he leant upwards from his stoop, “and I would not want this to ruin the rapport we have built between us: especially the taunting.”
“I do enjoy your taunting now, my lord-,” you began, only to have your comment halted by the warlord’s words.
“-Mihawk,” he informed you, gesturing to the sword in your hand, “while you are unequipped, to you I am Mihawk; or any other endearment that falls from your lips to bestow to me.”
He placed his lips against your forehead, pulling you into himself as he affectionately held you against him. You smiled into his caress, your hands finding their way around his waist to pull his body flush against yours once more. You felt on his back the large scabbard containing his mighty blade still remaining clutched against him. You flicked it with your right hand, bringing Mihawk’s lips away from your head in response.
“You remain armed,” you commented, arching your brow upward in question, “do you desire first to locate our mark-?” you trailed your index finger upwards to fall against his bearded jaw, tracing its way towards his mouth and pressing your thumb against his lower lip. You arched your chin upwards and looked up at his honeyed eyes through your eyelashes; “-or do you long to join me below deck?”
His eyes widened at your abrasiveness while a curl befell to his lips as he broke away from your embrace, rotating his shoulders back to rid itself of the harness containing the scabbard of Yoru and firmly lying the blade beside his captains-chair. The giddy feeling once again rose within flutters of your chest, warmth drawing itself to your cheeks as he drew his attention back to you. He beckoned for you to follow him below deck with a tilt of his chin upwards with his signature smirk once again returning before strutting himself beneath the deck. You grinned like the cat that ate the canary, rotating your shoulders back and clicking your neck upwards before placing your own scabbard beside your master’s at his chair.
Your feet rapped against the wooden floorboards of the coffin-shaped vessel, your head bowing ever so slightly to fall beneath the frame of the lower deck entrance. Feet falling effortlessly against the steps below, you felt two hands rise up out of the darkness and grip your hips in a tight vice, lifting your body down to the depths in the dimly lit corridor.
There he was; your mentor and sword instructor, a man possessed by feral intensity and complete abandonment to prior mentality of taking his time, dragging you down into the depths of the corridor and pressing you by your hips against the wooden walls within. The rays of the sun flittered through the port windows to bring some semblance of light casting shadows against the bare back of Dracule Mihawk; who seemed to have ridden himself of his great-cloak and feathered hat impatiently as he waited for you to descend.
His lips drew themselves against your pulse, grazing his teeth against the skin and pressing his lips over the mark he drew onto you moments earlier to deepen the shade. Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes squeezed shut in surprise, his leather clad knee pressing between your thighs as he drew himself closer into you. Lacing your arms around his neck, you felt him lift you effortlessly once more to angle his entire body between your legs; bullying you to reveal more of your clothed self against him. He hooked both of your knees over his hips as he nudged the material of your shirt with his bearded chin to expose more flesh for him to assault with his tongue and teeth.
You were expecting ferocity, but clearly missed the intensity of his relentless abandon. In your training with swords, Mihawk was always completely in control of his actions. Precise and akin to a surgeon, he would always meet his mark with swiftness and cleanliness. He would often reprimand you for your own ferocity within the heat of combat as he lazily drank a glass of crimson wine as he studied your form, critiquing you on your lack of control.
“M-Mihawk,” you uttered in a small voice, prompting him to break away his rage from your body to snap his sights upwards. You felt small within his hunted gaze, his eyes widening at your expression and slightly wavering his hold against you.
“I apologise, puișor,” he gasped into you, holding you completely stabilized by his hips pinned to the wall and bringing his hands up to caress your cheek and neck repentantly, “the intensity of our little dalliance over this past month seemed to have rattled me more than I expected.”
He kissed your chin, his moustache tickling your bottom lip as he did so. He caressed your cheek before firmly clasping it within his palm and steadying your face within it, bringing his eyes up once more to stare within your own.
“You are my equal here,” he emphatically phrased to you with confidence, “not my prey.”
He lowered you to the floor and pressed his lips against your cheek and lowered the hand clutching your neck to claim a hand lying at your side within his own.
“It has been a while since either of us have had an encounter with another intimately,” you stated in a low tone, bringing your own hand up to press against his cheek, “I don’t blame you in the slightest for your intensity. I was simply caught off-guard.”
Mihawk began to open his mouth to chastise you, his apprentice, for dropping your guard; only for his words to halt within his throat regarding his earlier relinquishment of that title to you. You smiled as you watched his mind search for an appropriate quip, only for his lips to be met with your own as you chased him. His lips felt soft, but blown out and swollen from his earlier bruising intensity. His slower movements feeling more affectionate than marking ferociously.
Breaking away from your lips, murmuring in a hairlines distance from them; “I thought you wanted to see me angry. To see how truly desperate I am to feel you within my arms once more.” Your eyes widened, recollecting your prior conversation with the red-haired pirate within the onsen:
“Good girl,” the redhead praised you in a low tone before whispering, “now let’s make him angry.” He brought his lips within close proximity with your own but holding them away from completing their connection with your own out of respect for your prior apprehension. He squinted his eyes into a broad smile as he held your gaze, prompting you to allow a small, nervous smile to fall over your own.
You never thought you would have the opportunity to see him like this; your sword master and mentor desperately wanting to overwhelm you with ravenous intensity as he held you in his arms but withholding truly for your comfort.
It began with you wishing to finally be rid of his apprenticeship due to resentment, flowering into a semblance of mutual respect for wine while training you in mastery of your craft. Now it had truly blossomed into something more feral; the month of dancing the line between insubordination and true obedience with more exact flirtations coming crashing at this moment.
“As per your earlier invitation, I desire to have you intimately,” he sighed his confession against your lips as he brought his hands up to hold your cheeks within his grip, “and then I think I’d follow that act with a vendange tardives before locating our mark and extracting him.” He sighed, looking to the floor before once again searching your eyes.
“What do you want from me, iubi?” Mihawk whispered into your face, his breath blowing against your chin. His tone harboured a small amount of pleading desperation, truly desiring to be with you but withholding himself as he restrained his affections from you.
“My lord-,” you began, halting your words and correcting yourself under his searching gaze, “-Mihawk-.” He smiled again at your title, pleased you managed to catch your mistake.
“-Iubițel,” you uttered affectionately into him with your eyes half-lidded, swaying your head at him with a small smile forming against your lips, “-It’s dark here, and I don’t want to miss a single moment. I want you, and I want to at least see you the first time we engage like this.”
You felt him release a sigh of relief into you, prompting a small giggle to rise within your chest. Immediately he stooped down and lifted you once more by your thighs, hoisting you upwards into him and carrying you finally towards your crew quarters.
“I like the title,” he admitted to you in a purr, utilising his back to push open the door; the light flooding against his body under the illuminance from the broad bay windows facing outwards into the ocean, “though your accent is another thing I fear I need to drill into you.”
“Training hours are officially concluded by your orders, iubițel,” you warned him as he turned to place you atop his hanging bunk, “the only drilling I am keen to receive-,” you curled your finger beneath his chin to angle his face upwards to hold his lips almost against you own, uttering in a low whisper; “-is from the cock trapped beneath your pants.”
A rough growl fled from his lips as he crawled atop his perch, completely caging you beneath him as his lips found your own. A month of pent up emotion finally granted permission to release itself within the arms of one another. Three years of vigorous training and getting to know each other in all aspects other than this one area of taboo entanglement finally being released as his hands located the material shielding your lower half from revealing yourself to him.
He pushed the material lower, you arching your back upwards as your lips found his, pressing a warm and open kiss against his lips; completely submitting to his dominance. He smirked into your kiss, completely pushing your pants and overskirt from your body along with your undergarments; pooling the material at your ankles. You kicked the material to be completely rid of them, the soft thud of the material falling to the floor prompting a small laugh to flee from you at the giddiness you felt from the warlord above you.
Trailing his lips from your lips to brush against your check, before his teeth began to nip and graze at your jaw; Mihawk pushed the fabric of your shirt to reveal your shoulder and clavicle to submit itself to his fingertips. You utilised his momentary distraction to bring your feet upwards towards his hips, your toes successfully locating the buckle fastening his pants securely covering himself.
You threw your head back and gasped as he began to grasp at your breasts and mould them beneath his palms, halting your prior action. He smirked against your neck, causing you to harden your resolve and pick the lock of his belt buckle with your toes, successfully unclasping the buckle and removing his pants from his hips by dragging the leather material downwards with your heels.
He gasped in surprise into your neck as he felt the slap of his hard cock meet with his stomach, catching him off guard with your eagerness.
“Iubi-,” he growled into you, his teeth meeting the flesh just above your areola; his brows furrowing and his grip holding firmly against you, “-I made it clear I wanted to take my time.”
A small giggle fled from your lips as you felt his cock twitch against your thigh as he crawled further upwards and caged you below himself. He reached his right hand down towards your left thigh and raked his spread fingertips down your thigh to claim your knee beneath his palm and hook it over his hips.
“I wouldn’t be laughing, if I in your place,” he warned you, his tone halting the humour in your throat. He brought his lips down to the shell of your right ear and whispered into it; “I wanted to have you yearn for me as much as I do you. I wanted to taste every inch of you until your mind was rid of any utterance of coherent thought other than how good I make you feel.”
Your eyes widened as he maneuvered his left leg over your right and rake his other hand down to claim your right thigh and lift it over his waist, his cock lying flush against your pubic bone, uttering darkly: “I wanted to feel you squirm and quiver beneath me multiple times as I basked in your pleasure alone, witnessing your toes curl and legs shake at the complete intensity I grant onto to you.”
Your jaw hung slack as you felt your pussy clench under his crass words, completely soaked in anticipation of his next action. His tongue flicked out to trace the shell of your ear, a shudder overcoming you as a whine fled from your lips. Your nipples hardened as his breath felt cool under the stripe he traced with his talented tongue.
“But, unfortunately,” he whispered into your neck, “you have a keen sense for bringing out the worst in me.”
You felt the tip of his cock press itself against your entrance, your eyebrows furrowing in anticipation as you fluttered your eyes shut in expectation. You felt his weight shift and his head leave the side of your face to hover over your own.
“Eyes-,” he whispered, nudging your chin with his nose, “-on-,” your eyes flickered open to meet with his lips, “-me.” Your eyes floated up to search his amber orbs, a smile falling to his lips as he pressed a gentle kiss against your lips before retracting them.
“There you are,” he gasped at you, smoothing over your hair with his right hand, “good girl.” Your eyes glazed over at his commendation but remaining held to his yellow, hawk-like gaze. You felt your pussy involuntarily clench around nothing, eager to be filled and claimed by the man above you.
His eyes shifted from their softness to an intimidating and fierce expression once again as his tip prodded against your soaked cunt. You gasped, feeling the girth of his cock measured against your hole, poking in a small precise motion against you and slowly pressing into yourself. A groan escaped his lips as he sheathed his tip completely, halting to give you opportunity to adjust to his size.
You held his gaze, your peripherals noticing his jaw began to slack and brows furrow against the feeling of stretching you to size. He brought his left hand down to cage your head, right hand steadying your high against his hips as he continued to sink down into you. You hissed as he continued to push himself into you, feeling the muscles of his lower abdomen shift to withhold himself from commencing a relentless and unforgiving pace without you being fully prepared and stretched for him.
You had taken lovers prior, but none that had managed to completely listen to your body and its responses in this completely controlled way, instead enthralled in seeking their own pleasure and you your own. You found yourself desperately wanting to please him, but unable to pull your eyes away from his own as he completely sheathed himself within you; his cock arching up to brush against your g-spot while his pelvis and pubis raked effortlessly and skilfully against your clit.
A sigh-like cry fled from your lips to meet out and harmonise with the low groan falling from the lips of the warlord; his eyes the first to tear away from your own as he retracted down to the tip before shifting back into you once more; hitting the exact same spot as it did prior with surgical and calculated precision.
“Wanted-,” Mihawk gasped out as he began to pick up his pace, “-to unravel you-,” he growled, his pace beginning to become ferocious as his hips painfully clapped against your own, “-and make you scream for me.”
You brought your wrist up to clasp your left palm over your lips to muffle your cries of pleasure beneath it. Mihawk immediately snapped his head upwards your own and claimed your left wrist within his right hand and forced it above your head, lacing his fingers within them.
“Now’s not the time to withhold your sounds, draga mea,” he captured your lips within his own, his lips releasing a groan of his own as his pace began to build up in intensity. You felt the familiar tightening of the pit in your stomach bind tightly together; tingles shooting down to your toes laced atop the hips of the warlord above you.
He pulled his left hand over to guide your right hand to his back, instinctively pulling at the flesh and raking your fingernails down his flesh to leave red stripes of passion trailing from his shoulder blade to his ribcage; a groan-like whimper falling from his lips into your own.
As his vocalisation falling into your mouth, your eyes began to roll back into your head and your lips became desperate in its attachment against his own as heat began to pool upwards in your chest and your mind became foggy at your approaching orgasm.
Mihawk broke his lips away from your own and pulled his left hand to hold your chin, prompting your gaze to fall back to meet with his own; his jaw clenched tightly and pupils blown with lust.
“If you’re going to cum on my cock,” he panted out between dishevelled puffs of air, “you’re going to hold your gaze firm to me as you do so.”
You furrowed your brows and managed to form a coherent sentence, much to both your and Mihawk’s surprise: “-I don’t back away from a challenge so easily.”
Mihawk snarled with a small smirk following your challenge, baring his relentless and unforgiving pace further diving into the depths of your soaked cunt with his painfully hard cock. He almost tore his own gaze away from your own as he became overwhelmed with the flutters of your inner walls at the approach of your orgasm.
You held contact between your eyes as you felt your inner walls clench around his cock, the tightly wound coil within the pit of your stomach feeling tightly bound as Mihawk’s movements actively sought out the release from your body.
“M-Mi-,” you began, your jaw falling slack and eyes beginning to prick at the corners under the intensity, “Mihawk, I’m-,” his eyes began to glaze over, the yellow almost dissipating with how truly taken he was with hunting your pleasure alongside his own, “I’m going to-.”
“Cum on my cock,” he ordered you, his fingers flattening against your jaw with his thumb remaining below your chin to hold your gaze firmly against his, “let me see you snap.”
At his words, the coil within you shattered; tingles shooting down your legs and lower stomach as you screamed his name with reckless abandon; his own orgasm triggered in response to your soul calling for his as they met in a dance of mutual pleasure. Ribbons of hot cum shot within your core, pooling within the back of your completely dishevelled cunt. Mihawk called your name and a string of incoherent Romanian words you had yet to comprehend as his body shuddered against your own completely ridding himself within the thralls of pleasure; succumbing to the call of your femininity.
Your breaths met as your eyes held firmly against each other’s; Mihawk being the first to fall his face into yours after coming down from his high to press his lips against yours in a tender and slow kiss. His curled black hair fell over his eyes and onto your forehead below him as he reached his hand down to unhook your legs from behind his body and pull his cock from your walls slowly.
You felt the pool of the cocktail of pleasured release fall away from your entrance and fall onto the sheets of his bed. Mihawk chuckled at your whine in protest of being completely empty of his body from its place above your own.
“Iubi,” he whispered into you, bringing his right hand to cradle your face within his palm. You pressed your lips against his warm hand, uttering back the title you gave to him in playful response: “Iubițel.”
He sighed against you, pressing his forehead against your own and whispering lovingly into your face, you enchanted by the beauty of his afterglow: “let’s get you cleaned up, vendange tardives at Baratie with some camembert, gorgonzola and quince paste sounds like the perfect end to an evening.”
You giggled at him, sitting yourself up on your elbows beneath him; nuzzling your nose against his own.
“And what of the job we were tasked to complete? Are you going to blame this one on me also?” you quirked up at him, your eyes innocently searching his face.
“Let them have their fun for a while,” he responded, reaching up to your hair and tucking it behind your ear in response, “it’s only early in the evening, draga mea. We could even sample some of the reds at the bar after our dessert wine.”
“Breaking your sacred wine rules, are we?” you teased him while furrowing your brows.
“That is likely not the only rules we’ve broken today,” he confirmed with his signature smirk while crawling backwards off of his suspended perch and reaching his arms towards your own to pull you towards him, “but pay that no mind now. I have something I’d like to see you wear.”
You quirked your head to the side in question, your legs hanging over the side of the bed before Mihawk lifted you against his warm torso and placed you onto the ground; hovering his arms to steady you. He sought out your gaze by lowering his face to you and capturing your attention.
“You have no need to equip yourself at Baratie,” he informed you with a softness to his eyes, “the task was appointed to me, and I do not desire to relinquish it to you.”
“What would you have me do, Mihawk? I am your apprentice and I am here to learn from you,” you asked him, unsure waters lying ahead at his comment and needing further clarification.
“You will simply be my Iubi,” he whispered into you, “not only my apprentice, but my lover. My sweetheart, and my darling. Whatever role you choose to don yourself with tonight; I plan on wooing you aboard Baratie further.”
“Vendage Tardives?” you asked him with a soft smile falling to your face.
“Vandage Tardives,” he confirmed, pressing his lips against your forehead in a gentle caress.
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HOW TO WIN HER HEART!
MAKI X FEM!READER
BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!
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Here are some special steps you took to Maki Zenin's heart!
You, a normal human being who suddenly discovered you had a big fat crush on a certain girl named Maki Zenin.
So you decided to make it you main goal to win her heart!
But how?
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"YOU DIDN'T TELL ME SOONER BECAUSE..??"
-> 8:30 PM, FRIDAY.
You told your bestest friend ever, Nobara!
And currently she's gripping on your shoulders, shaking the life out of you.
"I only figured it out like this morning.." You told your friend, removing her hands off your shoulders.
You lied, kinda. You always knew you had a thing for her but you only found out today that it's indeed a crush. Like this morning when she walked in the room and you began your daily staring, not like a creep, but you always looked at her when she enters the room but that morning your heart flipped!
So here you are, in Nobara's room gossiping about your new found feelings.
"Obviously you have to confess soon."
"What. Why?"
"BECAUSE?? IT'S REALLY IMPORTANT."
She pulled you in closer then said:
"Starting tomorrow we're planning your confession."
And that's how operation: "WIN HER HEART" began.
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-> 10:01 AM, SATURDAY.
"WINNING HER HEART"
nobara: hi everyone!
megumi: what is this.
nobara: WE'RE HELPING Y/N
megumi: why
nobara: bc she's my favorite duh
yuji: what abt me ☹️
nobara: anyways WE ARW HELPING Y/N TO CONFESS TO MAKI!!
megumi: no
yuji: YES
megumi: fuck.
nobara added y/n
y/n: ooh you was fr
nobara: OFC I WAS.
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-> 01:20 PM, SATURDAY.
Still in Nobara's room, she left the room to get some snacks.
Apparently she said she's bringing over some friends because she's taking this a bit too serious but to be honest you really don't mind, you just haven't seen someone do all of this for a crush. Atleast your friend cares!
Suddenly you heard more than one footsteps walking up towards the door, it opened and you was greeted with not only her normal friends but Maki friends?
"I brought more help!" She exclaimed.
Time flew but one thing stayed still, a solid plan for winning her heart starting on Monday.
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-> 8:30AM, MONDAY.
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STEP 1- INUMAKI'S PLAN:
His plan is simple. He's gonna ask Maki about you and hint to her! Seems okay enough.
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Inumaki, along with Yuuta, shares the same class with Maki.
Sadly he sits right next to her. Isn't that great!?
Normally she knows he's always up to know good but this time it's reeking off him and she noticed ever since he entered the room.
"Did you bathe today?" She asked the boy.
Obviously, he was offended, even sniffed himself but noticed he smelled normal, not even close to bad.
"OF COURSE I DID.. Anyways I have a question." He said, sliding himself on her desk.
She looked up at him with an unimpressed look on her face yet nodded her head, signing him to continue talking.
"There's this girl right..." He started.
She rolled her eyes after that sentence.
"If you have a crush, go gossip to your boyfriend."
"WHAT?"
Yuuta saw it all and laughed at the situation.
"AND GET OFF MY TABLE!"
"I DIDN'T ASK YOU MY QUESTION AS YET!"
"I DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR CRUSH."
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-> 11:29AM, MONDAY.
"WINNING HER HEART"
inumaki: bye I failed💀
nobara: HOW TF DO YOU FAIL BY ASKING HER ABT Y/N??
yuuta: she thought he had a crush
megumi: LMAO
inumaki: ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY?
inumaki: LITERALLY TRIED MY BEST.
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FAILED
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STEP 1- INUMAKI'S PLAN
STEP 2- NOBARA'S PLAN:
Simple! Trying the old fashioned way! Write a note and place it in her locker, surely she will meet up with you.
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-> 12:00PM, MONDAY.
Everyone gathered around your table, here you are, stupidly writing some cringe love letter yet blushing as you write every words, pouring your heart into it and finally ending it.
You folded it, looked up at the others and finally getting the green sign to go, but something kinds felt off about this...
Nevertheless! You all sprinted to her locker, "trying" to sneak but looked like a bunch of idiots, so you shrugged your shoulders, walked up, then placed it in.. Then ran away with the others.
A little while after, you all stood by the corner, peaking your heads out to see what she will do.
First she got whatever she needed, then noticed the very obvious note.
She looked around at first, looking back at the note then finally opening it up.
She read it and a million emotions was on her face, confusion, a hint of blush but actually mostly confusion.
Then you remembered:
"I forgot to tell her where to meet me at.."
You mumbled.
At the end of the note you had
"Hope to see you there!"
But no location..
"WHAT IF I EAT YOUR HEAD OFF Y/N"─
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FAILED(?)
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STEP 1- INUMAKI'S PLAN
STEP 2- NOBARA'S PLAN
STEP 3- YUJI'S PLAN:
Let's try giving her a gift! Maybe a snack. It shouldn't go so bad.
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-> 12:16 PM, MONDAY.
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You made your way towards the vending machine, slightly losing hope in this "operation" but got the snacks.
You got your favorite snacks actually.
Along with some drinks, and placed it in a bag, tied it and made your way towards her classroom to place it on her desk.
As you entered, luckily, she wasn't at her desk but a few students were still in here.
You ignored them.. But they didn't ignore you.
You placed her snacks on her desk, left a sticky note and left the classroom!
But where is Maki?
Roaming the school. With the note in her hand.
"What did they mean by, hope to see you there.." She mumbled as she's walking around the school, looking for atleast some hope.
RING! RING!
"Stupid ass bell.."
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SUCCESS!
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-> 1:09PM, MONDAY.
Maki made it back to class a while back but still she continued to stare at the bag of snacks someone left for her on her desk.
First a note now gifts?
Her eyes made it back to the note, then to the sticky note and noticed something.
The handwriting matches!
Her eyes lit up when she noticed that the same person she was looking for, was in her classroom.
Then if they entered the classroom.. atleast someone here saw them.
.
.
The teacher haven't arrived just as yet, so Maki took it as her chance to speak up.
"Did anyone saw who placed this on my desk?" She asked.
Mostly everyone shrugged their shoulders, looking around for answers but someone spoke up.
"I did! It was a girl!"
Once Maki's ears heard it, she turned to Inumaki.
"What were you telling me about this girl."
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-> 3:00PM, MONDAY.
STATUS:
INUMAKI'S PLAN- FAILED SUCESS.
NOBARA'S PLAN- FAILED(?) SUCESS.
YUJI'S PLAN- SUCESS.
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You, a normal human being with totally normal friends, normal feelings, suddenly felt a wave of nerves when you saw your crush speed walking behind you.
You didn't know if you should stop or speed up.
You had no choice either way when she shouted your name.
So you stopped.
And she did.
"Y/N did you do all of this..?" She asked.
You turned around, facing your fears!
Shyly, you nodded at her question then looked up at her.
She was closer this time, handing you a snacks from the snack bag you gave her.
"So, do you want to go on a date? Take this snack if yes."
You.. took the snack.
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HOW TO WIN HER HEART!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MAKI!
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Wait I thought that everyone knew in canon that Bonnie was decommissioned?
This is gonna be a long answer so I'll put it under the cut. Very slight spoilers to an easter egg in Ruin
Apparently there's some confusion about this in the fandom but to reiterate to everyone who doesn't know; No one knows that Bonnie was shattered and is still within the Pizzaplex
No one.
Not the technicians, not Fazbear Entertainment, not the other animatronics.
To everyone in canon, Bonnie just up and disappeared one day under mysterious circumstances.
But Lonnie! you ask, your eyes innocent and wide. That doesn't make any sense! How could a giant 7ft robot disappear???
Well, according to what we learn in Ruin, he didn't actually disappear. We as the audience know where he is and know what happened to him. Everyone else? They have NO clue.
Your first key in to this is when Gregory first sees Vanny and tries to inform Freddy. To which Freddy responds with There are no rabbits at the Mega Pizzaplex. Not anymore.
We've already seen the animatronics go through hell and back and still be functioning. We've also see how FazEnt is REALLY unwilling to change or fully decommission animatronics because of how much it'll cost unless something impossible to cover up happens (Ie. the Missing Children Incident, The Bite of 83 and The Bite of 87)
As far as we knew, Bonnie hadn't done anything that drastic. None of the Glamrocks have, so what on earth could warrant him not only being fully decommissioned, but also completely wiped from the face of the Pizzaplex?
We get the answer to this question in bits and pieces throughout SB in the form of the dufflebag notices. There are two (three if you're annoying like me) very interesting ones that allude to Bonnie's fate.
Re-Theme, MISSING, and Monty Mischief
What do all of these have in common?
Well, they tell a story, albeit a very patchy one, but a story nonetheless.
Now, its important to note here that while Bonnie was still active (either as a band member or after his retirement) Monty Golf was very much an established attraction. This means that Monty wasn't made or pushed into the Pizzaplex to replace Bonnie outright. He was just another animatronic who spent his time in his own little place and did his own thing.
In Monty Mischief, we learn about how we're to stop Monty.
ERRANT BEHAVIOR REPORT - Monty didn't show up for the main stage performance again. We found him in the same place we always do, the catwalks over Monty Golf. We can't have a repeat of last month. Someone hit the hole in one and the hurricane bucket knocked him down. Both legs were broken and required emergency parts and service work.
Monty heads onto the catwalk every now and then, which is dangerous for him because the catwalks are prefaced by the blasters and Hurricane bucket. So, Monty is in danger of getting whacked off the catwalk and getting damaged.
In MISSING, we get our first clue into what happened to Bonnie on his final night active
SECURITY REPORT - 12:24AM - Bonnie is seen leaving his green room in Rockstar Row heading East towards the atrium. 2:40AM - Bonnie enters the East Arcade. 4:12AM - Bonnie enters Monty Golf.
Now this notice doesn't explain much. But once you look deeper into it, you start to find some odd tidbits within the notice that doesn't make much sense.
At nearly 12:30am, Bonnie left his green room and headed East towards the Atrium (which is the big squarish space in the center of the Pizzaplex) To explain it better cause the map is a big nondescriptive, the Atrium is that huge area with the main stage and all of the tables that leads to each attraction
Bonnie went EAST (or right) from Rockstar Row (which is the area right above the Atrium, where all of the animatronics themed rooms are) So assuming he was standing in his green room and he walked out, he would have walked down the rightmost path, where Roxy Raceway and Bonnie Bowl are located. (On the map, that would be the lefthand side. I know, that's confusing directions wise, but it would have been HIS right being the MAP'S left)
He went towards and entered the East Arcade (which would be Fazcade according to the map. The West Arcade is the Super Starcade)
Now, Bonnie left his room at 12:24 and got to the Fazcade at 2:40. That's almost 2 hours and 16 minutes of movement time.
Now we as the audience know that it doesn't take 2 and a half hours to clear a straight walking path. Gregory (and even Freddy) can clear that distance in less that 30 in game minutes. So what took Bonnie so long?
Normally I would say that maybe he was being stopped by kids or something, but this was well after closing. There shouldn't have been any kids or autograph opportunities, and unless Bonnie was walking at a snail's pace or in slow motion, it shouldn't have taken him so long to get to the Fazcade.
The next time stamp is even weirder. At 4:12am, Bonnie entered the Monty Golf (Directly across from Roxy Raceway on the righthand side of the map while below it is the Daycare)
It took Bonnie an extra 1 hour and 32 minutes to round the rest of the Pizzaplex (assuming he didn't stop and do something in the Fazcade) and end in the Monty Golf. And then from there, the name of the transmission is "missing" and there are no further time stamps, implying that Bonnie never left Monty Golf after that point and there are no further reads on his location.
So, he spent 3 hours and 48 minutes going to two specific points on the map only to vanish without a trace.
The next notice, Re-Theme, we get a bit of the aftermath of Bonnie's disappearance.
MANAGEMENT REPORT - The bowling alley needs a re-theme. While most of the Bonnie art was removed, kids keep asking, 'Where's Bonnie?' Do we have an officially approved response?
This is a notice from management themselves. Apparently, even though Bonnie hasn't been active for a while at this point, there still isn't a company approved response for WHERE he is. Not what happened to him, WHERE he could be. This means that after Bonnie entered Monty Golf according to the timestamp and never left, they must've searched the area and ended up being unable to find him, which led to them quickly changing gears and throwing Monty forward to take over. (Which is another discussion all together, I personally don't believe Monty hurt Bonnie, despite what the game wants you to believe)
In Ruin, we see what became of Bonnie and where he actually was after all of this time.
In the rundown Bonnie Bowl at the end of the alley, there's a sign that fell to block off the pin mechanisms against the alley wall. Deactivating all of the patpats (Wet Floor Signs) in the Ruin campaign will cause the sign to be removed, leading to a little rabbit (haha) hole. Going through the hole leads to a storage/recycling area for the bowling balls (I'm not bowling alley literate, its that machine that catches the balls and sends them back to the sleeve thing near the seating/scoring area so you can get your ball back)
And, laying there amidst the ruined machinery and surrounded by four patpats, is Glamrock Bonnie
He's apparently been there for a while, but he looks relatively untouched from the decay and ruination of the other animatronics (probably because he wasn't moving around and instead was completely stationary) ((some people mention how he seems to be missing his endoskeleton/major machinery but this post isn't about what happened to him/how he was shattered, this is just about his disappearance and subsequent location))
The fact that Bonnie has just been laying here, untouched, his only company being a few bear-eared patpats, means that NO ONE knew he was back here. If the technicians or FazEnt knew he was back here, they would have repaired him. And we KNOW that they could repair him from any state of disarray or damage because we've seen and heard of this happening before (Monty with his broken legs, Vanessa mentioning to Freddy how they can "slap his shell onto another endo" if he keeps misbehaving)
And even if Bonnie couldn't be repaired enough to take the main stage again, they could at least repair his shell or make him a permanent fixture at the Bonnie Bowl and complete retire him without leaving him in the back of a bowling alley to rot away.
Now how he got back there, I've got a few theories but again, that's another post for another day. But it's a bit sad to learn that Bonnie never really disappeared. He'd been injured in some way and went back to his home to basically die, and no one knows what happened to him. Not even Freddy, who loved and misses him so much, who probably would have been so happy to learn that Bonnie was right there the whole time and all they needed to do was repair him
But he doesn't know.
No one knows.
And since that scene is an easter egg and not an actually scripted story event, there's a very good chance that no one will ever know Bonnie's final resting place.
And that's so very sad
#i feel ALOT for this big ass rabbit#i hate how sb did him in#but at the same time im glad we got some form of closure#even if no one else did#god just imagining how freddy would feel#he probably assumes bonnie just left or went somewhere else#he probably never once thought that bonnie was injured or dead#and still in the pizzaplex no less#sad stuff man#fnaf security breach#security breach#fnaf#shoucan says#five nights at freddy's#shooting the shit with shoucan#fnaf ruin dlc#ruin dlc#fnaf ruin#security breach ruin
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*. ⋆ ( 808 ) ONE FAVOR! — yjw x f!reader ★
| 03. HELP ME JUNGWON
growing up, yn and jungwon were inseparable due to their moms being best friends. the public knew them as the ying yang duo since they were born.
jungwon and yn have had their ups and downs but they always stayed friends. they are so close they both ended up choosing the same career path even though they’re still enrolled at alchemy high— which is a school full of idols where they would actually get privacy and a break from the public eye.
it had been a whole week since yn showed up to school due to schedules, a whole week since she’s seen jisung. in that whole week, him and yuna became official. yn was heart broken and she knows jungwon feels a type of way as well.
yuna and jungwon dated for a total of two years before breaking up due to yuna being unfaithful. so, it wasn’t surprising when jungwon found out that yuna and jisung had a little thing behind their backs.
monday 7:30am — alchemy high 2-1 classroom
yn walked into the classroom, she could feel all the eyes on her. the news must’ve gone around that she’s been cheated on.
yn felt her face heat up due to embarrassment, she sat down next to jungwon. he had a warm smile, reassuring her that everything will be fine.
“how are you feeling,” jungwon whispered as he played with her hair.
the girl just sighed and layed her head in between her arms, “i don’t know, everyone knows about what happened and its not the best feeling.”
“i know but you’re strong stop being a pussy,” jungwon replied, snickering.
yn kicked jungwon’s leg, he made a funny face at her that made her snort.
“it just sucks how we have to act like were okay because were public figures.” yn paused, “LIKE WHAT IF I WANT TO CRY IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. I CANT EVEN DO THAT.”
“yn, jungwon, stop talking!” the teacher yelled at the two, making everyone look back at them. the duo nodded and stared blankly at the students.
monday 12:30pm — alchemy high lunch room
“jungwon you remember how you owe me,” yn said as she sipped on her strawberry milk.
jungwon nodded back at her, he was also drinking strawberry milk. the duo were alone since their other friends had class at this time. they all had different lunches.
“we should fake date.” jungwon spit out his milk all over yn’s uniform.
“JUNGWON!”
“dont jungwon me, what do you mean fake date?” jungwon was flabbergasted, he thought yn was out of her mind.
the girl stared at boy, she didn’t want to sound like she was jealous of yuna and jisung but she definitely was.
“because, i want to get back at jisung and yuna.” yn replied, wiping her uniform. “please jungwon, YOU OWE ME AND ITS A FAKE RELATIONSHIP. its not like were going to for real date.”
“okay, say we fake date, then what? there not going to care, at least i don’t think they will.” jungwon replied, “and what about the media, what if someone from our school snitches on us and then we’re all over socials because of our stupid fake relationship. do you really want to risk all that?”
“they will care! jisung used to always be on my ass about you, he was jealous because he always thought we had something going on.” yn put her hands on jungwons shoulders, shaking him. “PLEASE YOU OWE ME. ITS ONLY THIS ONE FAVOR.”
jungwon sighed, “no.”
yn hit jungwon’s shoulder. “you’re such a dickhead—”
“hey guys!” a familiar voice spoke. the two turned their heads at the voice.
“yuna? what do you want?” jungwon spoke, staring at her.
“i just wanted to say hey, you dont need to be so blunt.” yuna crossed her arms. she was very uptight. the only reason why she came here was because she didn’t like the sight of jungwon and yn together alone.
“well if you don’t mind, i’d like to be alone with my boyfriend.” yn said smiling proudly, locking arms with jungwon.
jungwon’s eyes widen, turning his head at yn. she must’ve gone crazy.
“boyfriend?” yuna scoffed as she rolled her eyes.
“yes? is there a problem?” yn fired back, pulling jungwon even closer.
“well then you two have fun.” yuna walked away fuming. she did not expect that at all.
“yn what the fuck, why would you say that,” jungwon unlocked their arms, he became paler than usual. he didn’t think yn was being serious but its not like they can just take back what they said.
“IM SORRY IT JUST CAME OUT,” yn defended, “just go with it please jungwon, YOU OWE ME NO QUESTIONS ASKED ANYWAY!
“fine!” jungwon huffed out.
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ONE FAVOR that yang jungwon owed sato yn. one favor he had to obey by no matter what. jungwon and yn are childhood friends that grew up in front of the media due to their famous parents. luckily for them, they were both talented singers so, they naturally became idols. but, one day jungwon embarrassed yn real bad on live television when they were younger, he owed her big time—no questions asked.
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TW: NEGLECT, ANIMAL ABUSE (by previous owner)
We just got a new boy today as a surrender and he is absolutely gorgeous. His name (unofficially still) is FlashBang!!! You can't see it very well because of his lamp but he's a banana boy with tangerine stripes and white lines down his back. He's super malnourished which I'm absolutely devastated about but I'm planning on spending as much time with him as possible. He's a year old and he's only 8 or so inches including his tail which rocks me out to my core. His nails are also double the length but he's a temperamental little glunkrus so I know that's gonna be a challenge. If you have any tips on anything regarding his care PLEASE let me know. I already plan on getting him a salad bowl, ceramic heater, big water dish, and a decent hide that he can grow into. He was sprung on us tonight around 8:30pm and it's now 1:30am the next day so he's definitely getting used to everything and I couldn't get out to a pet store since they were all closed :// ANY advice would be mega appreciated
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oh he's SO small for a year old... poor little guy's been through a lot. I'm glad he's with you now, it sounds like you're committed to doing right by him! I'm just gonna go over a bunch of things I can think of, so apologies if you might already know some of this!
he is malnourished but be sure to introduce food to him slowly, smaller portions at first to let him adjust to having food in his belly. too much at once can be detrimental, too. make sure to be dusting with calcium and a vitamin supplement at least a couple times a week. I like Repashy Calcium Plus personally. here's a great chart I use for food item safety and adding variety to the diet: http://www.beautifuldragons.com/Nutrition.html
I wouldn't worry about his nails right now, let him get settled first. I would recommend taking out the reptile carpet and get some slate tile, especially if its textured on one side he can start to file his nails down naturally just by walking on the tile! repti carpet is very difficult to clean, holds odor and bacteria, and they can get their nails stuck in it. you can get slate tile at hardware stores like Lowe's, and sometimes they can even cut it for you
a hide or two will definitely be excellent, chances are he's gonna be skittish at first while he adjusts so having a place to hide where he feels safe will help him.
try to spend a little time with him each day, talking to him and offering your hand, but not necessarily touching him if he gets worked up. I would also recommend putting his enclosure in an area where he will see you and others walk by, that way he can get used to your presence. even if you just watch TV in the same room where he can see you, it helps normalize your presence in his life. he likely didn't have a whole lot of socializing, so it may take some time, but I think he'll come around.
if you need any advice for lighting, I recommend the T5 fixture and Arcadia 12% UVB https://www.reptilebasics.com/arcadia-desert-12-uvb/arcadia-d3-12-uvb-t5-bulb-22/
this one will be for UVB only! ^
for heat, I recommend a ceramic dome fixture. for the bulb... I've used a variety of things. flood lamps from walmart, fluker's bulbs, etc. as long as you can get a temp range of 95-105 on the basking spot, you should be good.
this is something I learned only recently, but make sure you dont screw the bulb in too tight!! I was told this contributes to premature death of the bulb. I had no idea this entire time. you're only supposed to screw it in just enough that it's not wobbly or going to fall out.
a vet checkup couldn't hurt for this guy, either. if you can get a poop sample in to check for parasites, that'd be really good.
hopefully some of this is helpful to you, and I wish him well! I'd love to see an update on him after he's settled in and doing a little better. I'll be keeping the little guy in my thoughts <3 I know what it's like to have a beardie just given to you randomly and having to scramble to get the right stuff, that's how it was with quinnie. but he's come a long way and he's a lot more friendly than he used to be.
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Not sure if you answered this before but based on your latest bookish asks, what are your top book recommendations? 😌
i have definitely answered this before but cannot find it anywhere in my books tag oops so i dont think i ever tagged it correctly but oH NO a chance for me to talk about my favourite books what a shame???!!!!! anyway book recs under the cut x
ok so i'll try and do this succinctly cause i can talk about good books for hours and hours and what made me so enamoured with them so ok lets go.
bewilderment by richard powers - go into this knowing nothing apart from it centers around a single dad and his son who is concerned about animals and the climate crisis. do not google more about it, do not look for spoilers, just let powers take you on this slow journey of a father and son and all that comes with that....thrust it into the arms of my flatmate with these same words and he kept on asking me questions because he couldn't work out some things in the book and then one night at about 12:30am i get a knock on my bedroom door cause he finished it and we talked for hourssss about it.....just please....read it
at swim, two boys by jamie o'neill - no one is surprised to see this here, maybe look up some of the trigger warnings if there are things you avoid in books for this one, but yeah, two boys, dublin, in love with each other but not acting on their feelings, learning how to swim and forging a bond so strong :)) still thinking about it still aching
the seas by samantha hunt - i think she's under 200 pages?? if not only slightly over.....quick fast paced weird read about a fucked up girl who believes deep in her heart she's a mermaid, flew through this one, really weird concept that was explored thoroughly well
the idiot by elif batuman - i often forget about this one because i read it during the hazy depressed days of first year uni but i know it shaped me, i know it clawed at me, and i know i really want to re-read it soon....a good book if ur lost in ur twenties i think xx
drive your plow over the bones of the dead by olga tokarczuk - much like bewilderment, dont google this one for more than the synopsis and let urself wade through the first 50 pages cause god from there....chefs kiss....a feminist murder mystery fuck YES (and thats a really simple description of what it is)
crossroads by jonathan franzen - aight so you take a heavy religious family with a pastor for a father but ooft the father is cheating on his wife and the son is addicted to drugs and the daughters had enough of her family and is in love with someone she shouldn't be and the mothers done some questionable shit in her past......yeah thats MY kinda family saga....each chapter follows a different member of the family and through these lil snippets u really start to see the inevitable breakdown of a family that on the outside looks perfect
babel by r.f. kuang - look, i gotta give it to the tiktok girlies here......they're onto something here......devoured this beast of a book like there was no tomorrow and went through a full array of emotions with all the characters.....superb book, truly deserves all the hype its been given
(lol reading back through all these and i think what we can comfortably say is i LOVE a sad book keep ur happy emotions away from me)
HONORABLE MENTIONS GO TO: mayflies by andrew o'hagan; the death of vivek oji by akwaeke emezi; shuggie bain by douglas stuart; my brilliant friend by elena ferrante (can not yet recommend the full quartet because i've only read the first two....but yeah.....good shit)
#books#i could go on for hourrrssssss#this is just off the top of my head#also like always lol if we're mutuals or have talked before and u would like my goodreads hmu xx#or if u've read these and wanna chat about them hmu!!!! or if ur intrigued by one of these and wanna know more hmu!!!!#or if u have a more specific request hmu!!!!!!! X
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Tim and Eric Awesome Show, Great Job #39: “Tennis” | April 13, 2009 - 12:30AM | S04E10
The final 4:3 episode of Awesome Show! This is maybe one of the weaker episodes of the season, which is quite a shame. Shoulda ended the season on Cinco Bros, my men.
Spagett shills for Cigarette Juice, which features all the nicotine buzz you crave in the form of a canned beverage. It’s also got what appear ot be flecks of tobacco in it. This is one of those bits they do where the gross visuals do the heavy lifting, but I genuinely find this one pretty effective. “GOOD NEWS: CIGARETTE JUICE” is the jingle, and it actually is very catchy. It’s a weirdly believable slogan.
I also like the bit where Spagett is on the phone complaining to a manager or somebody that they refuse to give him a towel after dumping juice all over him. Him being an occasional cigar-user is fun, I love that for him. SPECIAL NOTE: one can hear a snippet of Children of the Sun by Robert Lueben, used memorably in the video of Tim & Eric playing with their pets from Nite Live.
Another sketch features Glen Tennis, making the title of the episode a double entendre. What a treat. I like this one too. Glen Tennis’s movie stars Grum, as seen in the Anniversary episode. He made a computer animated movie about the first Thanksgiving that is only slightly more inaccurate than what American schools teach kids. Grum mistaking the natives for “clowns” is hilarious, and the shot of him menacingly eating maize is very funny/memorable. I also appreciate the bit about the proprietary video system required to view the movie. It’s a good one!
There’s a sketch in here where two divorced-looking men sloppily eat wings and then it becomes a music video where Tim sings a sorrowful song about how he misses his wife. I don’t think this one’s bad, but it just misses the mark for me. A noble effort, I guess. I vaguely remember when press for season three was underway, one of the articles used a photo from this shoot. Tim and Eric episodes are like Guided by Voices albums, where sometimes a song recorded years prior makes its way onto the track listing. I don’t hate it, just don’t like it that much.
The rest of the episode is dedicated to the wraparound: Tim and Eric are in a million-dollar Tennis match with one another. Tim can’t even serve the ball and loses point after point, so Eric offers to call it off. Tim refuses, and then miraculously starts to pull it out. At the last minute, he fucks up big time. Eric wins, and he’s a poor sportsman. Not only does he gloat about besting his friend, he also smacks him in the head with his racket, twice.
This wraparound has some funny moments, but it’s kinda unfocused. I dislike them focusing on Tim’s double take when Eric mispronounces his own name. They should know better than to do that, come on. They do that kind of spoon-feeding “what-the?” style humor so infrequently that it sticks out the few times they do indulge. This is one of those times. There’s also a Mel Brooksian gag where they are very obviously replaced by doubles (Are these the Flight of the Concords guys? I think they might be?? They are supposedly in this and I'm guessing that's them).
This episode inexplicably features The Lonely Island boys and Fred Armisen, who just show up to root along at the sidelines of the Tennis court. The episode ends with David Liebe Hart clumsily delivering the line: “My best friend just got hit in the head by his best friend. Don’t you have any FEELINGS for him?”. Now that (a weird guy talking) I like.
MAIL BAG
GREAT stuff about the last Xavier episode we covered:
Ah damnesia vu! I also love this episode, in a lot of ways I kind of consider it the unofficial pilot episode to Off The Air just cause of how much DNA it shares with it. Weird, trippy, sometimes scary clips, all in different styles strung together seamlessly into one thing through video editing, starting on a cold open of some random video that gets bookended at the end of the episode which plays a moving song over the credits. I'm sure I'm describing it horribly but that's the gist of it.
This makes sense to me! I respect it!
I do have a lot of trivia on it, though: they made a page for the contest which was released on the adult swim website, and as part of the contest they released some of the actual 3d models used in the show. It's on archive DOT org if you dig hard enough, having the actual files used in a show always kinda fascinated me, to my knowledge It's the only show I know of that did something like this officially without it being a leak or a 3 second flash file on some animator's website.
I was most curious about what the contest actually looked like on a practical level, but didn't even know how to begin to look for that stuff. I had no memory of the contest at all. I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention.
The first clip, by grant of "3GI", he ended up doing something kinda similar in 2018 with the movie Shrek: "Shrek Retold", a bunch of animators redid different scenes. David Libre Hart & Michael Cusack (2 [AS] people) are in it, It got like 10 million views and a bunch of articles written about it. youtube DOT com/watch?v=pM70TROZQsI
You know, I looked at his page and saw the Shrek Retold thing and didn't even give a thought to click on that stuff. I had no idea that was such a big thing.
You already covered shmorky so I'll just point out he did a few bumpers for Adult Swim (including this famous one youtube DOT com/watch?v=0oBx7Jg4m-o) and link this other video he did, it's one of the most unintentional bits of cringe comedy ever made (that's his real voice btw) youtube DOT com/watch?v=F-4jZzfoEz8
I vaguely knew about the "THIS IS FINE" connection at one point, but I forgot about that. holy moly, dark stuff in that second video. I'm writing this in haste but I can't wait to make myself feel weird by watching that entire thing. THAT VOICE! I NEVER KNEW
The video towards the end where Xavier eats his own fingers was done by Devin Flynn, who created "Y'all so stupid" for superdelxue and did misc. Shorts on Wonder Showzen and Off the Air. I think all the submissions are on the DVD in full (could be wrong about this). I found a reddit post talking about the contest that links to archived versions of the pages & models. (reddit DOT com/r/adultswim/comments/70brc8/xavier_renegade_angel_3d_models_rediscovered/?rdt=40391)
I sorta suspected that was Devin Flynn, hell yeah. I just checked and the DVD actually has submissions that DIDN'T get picked! I should watch them, probably, but I'm not gonna for this blog. I'm going to do it for fun and not tell anyone about it.
One final thing: on your post all the links after the first one link to the ketchup video lmao
I'm not going to check because you're obviously trolling me and they probably all work fine! How dare you.
But, also, thank you for your service, you did a better write-up than I did. YOU FUCKERS SOUND BETTER THAN ME TONIGHT
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Iwatee!!
TL NOTE: I'm sorry for taking so many liberties with translations today, I am certain other translators would be able to this with more eloquence ORZ
Evening
🍀
Currently Holding Auditions
The deadline is 10/24 10:00AM 🐣🤍
We'll be waiting for you to challenge it
Thank you very much today!
For the live in Morioka, Iwate!
Its been a while since we've been in Iwate!
As soon as we arrived at the venue I couldn't help but feel nostalgic!
I'm home---!(?)
Our 2 days in Tohoku is over~
Safely 😌🍀
I'm really happy we are able to have our lives
Thank you again!
Today was really fun as well!
The seeing our fans that look happy,
its something that really gives us eneRairi-- 😌🍀
It just comes out naturally like wow, amazing......! lol
Continuing with Erairi, (TL: Play on the word Erai (excellent) and Rairi)
It was newly announced today (?)
Sayonarairi--, (TL: play on sayounara (goodbye) and Rairi)
Here, I'll suggest "eneRairi" tomorrow 🎈 lol
I wanty (TL: itaidy, a play on Itai (want) and Kaedy)
Perhapsy, (TL: Kanady, a play on "Ka na" (TL: a participle meaning like 'should I?') and Kaedy)
This new language from Kaedy was also announced 🎈 lol
Eripon also said,
I'm happyon! (TL: Urepon, Ureshii (happy) and Eripon combined)
but I think that was probably limited to today ←
Todays MC had that kind of atmosphere 😂 lol
It was a nonstop live but,
For fleeting moments,
there are times like this
I also like this Morning
I've had lives in my hometown countless times but,
At the same time,
I'm happy that I can enjoy my favorite town,
I want to have a live here!
it feels like that,
It feels special,
I'll do my best so it can feel like that from now on 😌🍀
Today in Iwate,
Lots of applause was reverberating around,
that also made me really happy~ ☺️🎉
See you next week!!!
In Nagano!!!
🔵 Tokyo Sports note Series 🔵
#83 The Day I Finally Realized Kaedy Is Graduating
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10/28 (Fri) 8:00~9:00PM BS Sky Perfect!
FULL CHORUS ~Music is a Full Course~ One Night Only Revival Special!
Um! This program has greatttlyyy helped us out!
Full Chorus-san are doing things on one night only 💛
I'm happy! Joyful!
📺️
We challenge HOUSE #1~3 🕺
Premiers 10/20 (Thurs) 11:30PM~
This time we recording #4~6 🕺
Premiers 12/1 (Thurs) 11:30PM~
Hello Pro Dance Academy Season 8
🐣
Miyagi Daily Photo
Iwate Daily Photo
📻️
Thank you very much for last nights broadcast!
I'll listen to it on radiko's timefree on another day!
Morning Musume '22 Morning Jogakuin ~Houkago Meeting~
Radio Nihon
(Sat) 12:00~12:30AM
STV Radio
(Mon) 3:00~3:30AM
KBS Kyoto
(Wed) 9:30~10:00PM
I'll be in attendance the 4th and 5th week of October ⚠️
New 🎤
12/29
COUNTDOWN JAPAN
Goodnighttt!
After Running 50 Meters At Full Strength...The Goosebumps Wouldn't Stop
This video made me laugh & be happy yesterday 😂💚
I'm sure that,
the fans will know where I laughed,
By all means definitely watch it 🤭💚
see you ayumin <3
https://ameblo.jp/morningmusume-10ki/entry-12770890771.html
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╰ ☆ ╮ 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘆 - window climber ✰⋆
1.1k 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 | 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏
𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: "𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦." // "𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢 𝘬𝘦𝘺."
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬: quackity x reader, waitress!yn
the light from the streetlamps leaked into the diner, casting a stream of light over one of the booths, dust floating in it just visible enough to see from where you were sitting. its not any high-class establishment of course, but you couldn't deny the tip money from those misogynistic old men wasn't good sometimes. you sighed in relief, placing down the last set of silverware you had to roll and slumped down, sinking into the booth. you threw your head back onto the seat, shutting your eyes tightly.
you've been at work since 8am and it was now midnight, every bone in your body ached. usually your shifts were normal, around six or maybe eight hours but never this long. you couldn't blame your managers, you guys were shorthanded and you were the only one with enough free time to do it but damn were you exhausted. you gathered the will to get up out of the booth and to carry the basket of silverware back to the kitchen. you placed it upon the counter and felt a spark of joy light up inside you. you could finally go home. you grabbed your keys and sweater, pulling it over yourself and headed towards the restaurant doors turning off all the lights on your way out. walking out, you made sure to lock up the doors so your managers would not crucify you.
you shut your car door, rather harshly. you felt the pain in your back ease from sitting down yet again. your phone screen light up brightly in the dark car, and you glanced over at the screen quickly white turning the car key.
[12:10am] alex <3
you smiled at yourself but decided that he could wait till you got home since you were relatively tired and just wanted to be able to lay down in your own bed. you shifted the car into reverse and pulled out of the parking space. you always loved the aesthetic of driving at night, going fast and blaring music passing each and every streetlamp on your way home. it was comforting, a little escape from the world for only a moment.
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───
with your phone flashlight in hand, you unlocked the front door of your apartment. placing your sweater onto the rack and your keys alongside it, you walked your way into the kitchen opening the fridge. you grabbed a monster and a bag of carrots, making you scrunch your noise.
"damn, i have to go grocery shopping."
closing the fridge door, you tiredly made your way down the hallway to your bedroom where you say...a light peeking through the bottom of the door. you frowed your brows, "what the fuck?" you began to think. placing your hand on the door handle, you opened the door slowly and was hit with a wave of relief. it was just your computer; you must have not turned it off before you left but you could have sworn you did but honestly at this point the mornings seem to blend. You shut the door with your foot, placed your drink down on your beside table, and proceeded to head to your dresser to pull out a large shirt. You decided that you would just take a shower in the morning, you could not be bothered to stand any longer. Quickly, you change out of your work clothes and into the shirt, and shuffled your self under the bed covers. You took a large gulp of your drink, feeling slightly more awake. It was most definitely because of the placebo effect but you didn’t care, you just wanted to stay awake a little bit longer so you could talk to Alex. You unlocked your phone, immediately heading to messages.
[12:10am] alex <3 : mi princesa, are you off of work yet?
[12:15am] alex <3 : y/n? hellooo
[12:16am] alex <3 : okay well if one of your neighbors call the cops on me im making sure they lock you up first.
You giggled at your phone, shaking your head at his dramatic self. Mi princesa…its silly how a little pet name like that can make your stomach turn. You began to type, but jumped at the noise of something hitting your window. Okay now what the actual fuck?
[12:30am] y/n : okay what the fuck is that you alex?
Thud.
[12:30am] y/n: alex stop fucking around it isn’t funny.
Thud. Thud.
Jesus fucking christ. You pulled the covers off of yourself, stomping heavily over the to your bedroom window, yanking the curtains aside. You get yourself ready to scream and yell, until you see a dimwit with a smiling grin and beanie. All the tension left your body, seeing Alex start to burst into laughter, holding himself up on the railing of the fire escape. Shaking your head, you unlocked the bedroom window, pulling it up enough in order to let Alex climb in.
“Cariña, did I scare you?” He says half sincere, the laughter building up in the back of his throat.
You groaned, closing the window door and locking it once again.
“You have to stop breaking into my house.”
“I wouldn’t have to if you gave me a key.”
You know he’s right, but he’s not allowed to be right.
“Or you could have knocked on the front door like a normal person.” You point out, climbing back into bed facing away from him. You felt the bed dip beside you, and of course you couldn’t help but smile.
“but its more fun to come through the window, its like im in the the cartel or something.”
“how does that even make sense?”
“it just does what do you mean? You mean you super macho boyfriend couldn’t make it in the cartel?”
You scoffed at his remark and shook your head no.
“Whatever you’re just a hater mi amor, come here so I can hold you.” He says softly, placing his hand on your arm. You groan in discomfort.
“God no. I smell gross.”
I could just feel his eyes rolling into the back of his head. He pulled me down onto my back so he could look at me.
“Do you think I really care?’ he says sternly, laying himself down.
“Now come here please. I’ve missed you.”
You knew there was no fighting it. You shuffled yourself under his arm, laying your head on his chest. He wrapped one arm around your waist, and the other petted your hair, playing with it. He placed a small kiss upon the top of your head.
You could just feel your heart melt.
#mcyt x reader#mcyt fic#quackity x reader#quackity fanfic#quackity fluff#quackity imagines#quackity x y/n#mcyt fluff#mcyt imagine
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Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)
Warnings: cursing, anxiety, ptsd, shooting
Word count: 2.8k
A/N: ok ok ok ok sam deserves the world and im mad that he’s not getting it
i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!!
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He was gone.
10:00am
Time had begun to slip past you. Days where you were forced to wake up at 4am were just a dreary memory you didn’t want to revisit. The rough shoves in the morning to have you awake enough to be in training by 4:30am only fell into the category of things you had forgotten over the time you had stayed here.
Maybe sleep wasn’t a luxury you weren’t allowed to afford.
10:30am
By the time you step into the kitchen, the loose structure of the day you had ahead of you was forming. Maybe if you revisited the small makeshift shooting range you had set up for Sam and you to practice. A couple of old soup cans, a flat boulder for them to sit on and you were good to go. He had allowed you to use his giant board for knife throwing too, laughed when you asked for permission before saying it was for the both of you.
You made a sandwich for yourself, forcing it down your throat with water. Bread was starting to feel like cardboard and the jam just tasted like nothing. Peanut butter was even worse.
Losing appetite wasn’t an option, even though it had eroded a while ago. The best option was to just scarf it down with water.
11:00am
Sam isn’t in the house, you had deduced. A morning run or maybe just some fresh air.
You checked for the notes he sometimes left for you when he went out. Something along the lines of when he’d be back, or why he’d left, or where you could find him.
You looked on top of the fridge where he generally left them; someplace he knew you’d see. You didn’t find one.
You shrugged it off.
Something felt wrong about the arrangement of the kitchen but you couldn’t place a finger on what it was. All the chairs were in its place, trash appropriately in the bin, no bowls were left from soup day in the sink to wash.
The origami swan you had made still rested next to his paper airplane. Nothing seemed wrong or out of place.
You pushed yourself to shake off the nerves, to get dressed instead. The shooting range was waiting for you.
12:45pm
When you shoot for thirty and get all thirty, it tends to get a little boring. Not that you were complaining; if even one was off you’d spend the whole day trying to make up for it.
Violent hobbies weren’t ideal. They weren’t even hobbies per se. Just skills you needed to keep sharp if you wanted to survive.
You even shot at the targets that you had hung up on the trees. Dangerous and completely Sam’s idea. Said the wind made them act like moving targets. Nevermind the possibility of a ricochet.
The target board was empty too. Admittedly, knife throwing was a little harder to get used than shooting to but it still only took a few tries before you were hitting bullseye over and over again.
There just wasn’t anything to do. And you realised it had been this way for a while but you never noticed due to his lively chatter or how competitive it got with stupid games you were making up as you went.
1:00pm
You learned against the counter as you ate, eyeing the room, trying to figure out what you had misplaced. The air was cold, even more so after the shower, so you threw on an extra t-shirt to aid you.
You made a noise of disapproval when you couldn’t find what was wrong. A quick wash of your hands before you made your way to the TV, fully intending to doze off while watching Megamind for the fourth time.
You passed by the mini fridge on the way, noting how you needed to restock the ice cubes when you suddenly stopped in your path.
Your eyes peeled back to the small paper bowl Sam had crafted expertly that was still somehow managing to stick together. But that was what was wrong.
The keys were missing.
The fucking car keys and the pocket change you had taken from Pierce’s house were no longer there.
Your body moved on autopilot, dragging you towards the front door. You yanked it open, door creaking under the pressure you applied on it.
Your heart sank.
The car was gone.
1:20pm
You had all the possibilities listed out in front of you with the rest scratched out after you had rationalised it.
Someone had come in and taken the car, which wasn’t likely.
Sam had stepped out but hadn’t mentioned it to you. If he did, why would he need the car?
Someone had abducted Sam, which was absurd on paper but still left a twinge of uncertainty because you couldn’t definitively rule it out.
He had just left. Decided he was done and left.
You stared at the last option.
“Fuck,” you cursed.
You could feel his muscle shift as he looked at you.
“What’s wrong?”
You opened your mouth but shut it again. How do you explain it to him without sounding utterly ridiculous?
You wondered if it was that conversation.
He wouldn’t leave after you told him, would he?
You hesitated before shaking your head.
He’d come back. He would.
1:45pm
You had added a few more possibilities to the list but discarded it almost immediately.
You now found a place in front of the TV, watching but not registering what was said. Your fingers kept itself busy by playing with the hem of your shirt. You had thrown another one on since his jacket was missing with the rest of him. It had gotten colder.
The woman droned on about how much her husband loved the recipe she was making. It was Sam’s favourite segment, not because it was particularly fantastic or anything, but because it gave him forty five minutes of free content to trash talk.
Your eyes kept glancing up at the clock. Was it broken or was time much slower than you initially thought?
You almost felt like you were in a cognitive dysfunction; you couldn’t do anything other than while away time till you figured out what had gone wrong.
2:00pm
If you weren’t paying attention, you wouldn’t have heard the soft crunch of twigs. The whirring of the wheels as it turned gently only made you sit up straight, hands on the gun that rested on the couch beside you.
It came to a stop. The gun was fully in your grip now, TV turned off to determine what the noises were.
It was the most agonisingly slow minute you spent listening as the car opened and shut, muffled by the distance. You were near the door, using the adjoining wall as a hideaway.
The doorknob shook as someone tried to push their way in.
“Sam?” you called out cautiously against your better judgement, mentally cringing.
It took a second for his reply to return.
“Hey, sweetheart. Let me in, will you? Stupid door’s not opening.”
Of course it wouldn’t. It was fingerprint activated.
Relief flooded your system, letting yourself hold the gun with only one hand as you hastily made your way to open the door.
However, you paused. As much as you wanted to fling the door open blindly, you waited, hand on the knob.
“Is someone out there with you?”
“What?” he sounded confused. “No, it’s just me.”
You opened the door slightly, peeking out through the sliver of open space.
Sure enough, it was only him. The car was returned to the same spot that it was.
“Where were you?” You yanked the door open. You sounded way more aggressive than you planned to, you were sure. It didn’t matter though.
“Went to the store,” he said nonchalantly, stepping inside, and dropping the keys back where they were.
“What?”
He was so relaxed about it, like it was nothing. It only irked you further than you already were.
“Drove the car till the highway, walked into town and went to the store.” He set the bag down. “What’d you do all day?”
“You went to the town,” you emphasised. “To the fucking store.”
“Yeah, I figured you would be up by the time I came back.”
“You were gone for hours.” You crossed your arms over your chest, fighting the urge to yell. You could talk it out calmly. You didn’t have to snap
You hoped he had a good reason. You sincerely hoped, for his well being and security, that he risked his life to go to public space.
“We’re way further out than you think. Nearest dollar store’s almost the next fuckin’ state if you’re walking. Had to ditch the car because it’s a little too flashy, even for me.” He lifted up the bag next to him. “Got us some ramen. And juice. That’s all we had cash for anyway.”
You stare at him, mouth slightly agape.
“You could have been seen, Sam,” your tone was corrosive, the next best you could do instead of yelling. “For all we know, you could have been followed.”
“No one followed me. I made sure.”
That did nothing to alleviate the anxiety that was crawling into your head.
“You’re ridiculous,” you muttered. “Fucking ridiculous.”
“Where are you going?” You ignored him, turning on your heel and walking to the bedroom. You didn’t care if it was his day that day. He could rot in the kitchen with his stupid ramen for all you cared.
You cursed as you slammed the door behind you, launching yourself onto the bed.
There was no denying you were relieved that he was still alive and here. But fuck him. Fucking dickhead.
Fucking juice.
You spent the next couple of hours feeling absolutely embarrassed for yourself. Why did you spend hours worrying if he was safe when he was out there, gallivanting in public for some stupid noodles?
Both of you could have been absolutely fucked if he wasn’t careful. He may have just jeopardised your entire set up.
But deep down, no matter how much it was annoying to acknowledge, you knew he wouldn’t have. He was smart, strategic.
Why would he do something like this?
How much you were worried scared you. There was no time where it had occurred that maybe you were in danger too. Every possibility you came up with only pushed the thought of him possibly in trouble further into your head.
But the more you spend time overthinking, the more you realised that him being in danger wasn’t the entire cause of your worry.
What if he didn’t come back? Why’d he come back?
He had the means to leave, the will to and clearly was able to go undetected for a while. He didn’t need to return, but he did.
And for what; to give you some food he bought from the dollar store.
He seemed excited about it too, before you had closed the door on his face and decided to spend the next few hours self-destructing.
Fucking ramen.
Maybe if you could just lie there until you decomposed, then you wouldn’t have to have a conversation with him about this. That’s what you would have done a couple of months ago.
But now the idea of communicating had been implanted and implemented several times before. It didn’t feel right to push it away, not when you’d come so far. A chance to heal.
You groaned, shoving a pillow onto your face before getting up grumpily.
Fuck this man and his stupid, healthy methods of coping.
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You opened the door slowly, creeping into the hallway to assess what he was doing. It had been a few hours of silence in the house. He had given you space, not come knocking on the door to explain himself.
You took note of the kitchen. The table had been laid with two bowls of noodles covered with a plate along with a glass each of juice. It was domestic. Cute.
He was watching Die Hard but the volume was turned down low. If he was anything like you, he wouldn’t have been paying too much attention.
You cleared your throat awkwardly to grab his attention.
His neck craned to look at you, surprise flashing across his face for a second before he leapt up, turning off the TV in an instant.
“Y/N,” he stated as normally as he could.
“Samuel,” your tone was steady.
He scratched the back of his neck nervously. “Wasn’t sure if you were gonna show up.”
“Neither was I.” You looked at the table, gesturing towards it with your shoulder. “Watchu got there, Gordon Ramsey?”
Because screw him, but the longer you stood there staring at the bowl, you were starting to understand the lengths he went to to get something other than bread, peanut butter and soup. As much as the prospect of being petty thrilled you, you had survived on nothing but them for the past few weeks.
“Got a few packs of ramen and a gallon of juice from the store. Thought you- we deserve somethin’ nice.” You noticed his quick coverup but didn’t acknowledge it. “It’s not Michelin star worthy, but it’ll do.”
You nodded, avoiding looking at him.
“I-”
“Hey-”
Both of you started at the same time, only to be cut off by the other. You mentioned for him to continue.
“Listen, I’m sorry. I should have told you before I left,” You didn’t expect the sincerity that exuded from every word he let out and you found yourself unable to look away. “I’m not used to people worrying about where I go... but things are different now. I won’t do it again.”
You weren’t used to the feeling of lightness that accompanied an apology. Relief.
“Thank you,” you said breathily. His face noticeably brightened. “But why’d you come back?”
His small smile left as soon as it came, as his face fell into a frown. “What?”
“You could have just left. You had the car, the-” you stopped yourself from listing out reasons why he should have. “Why’d you come back?”
He looked completely confused.
“Because I wanted to,” he voiced. “Leaving you behind was never an option. I wouldn’t-”
He trailed off, eyes never leaving yours.
“You’re stuck with me,” he urged softly. “We’re a team.”
You lingered on him longer than you wanted to admit. He wasn’t lying, you had realised.
“Care to join me for dinner?” he asked, extending a hand to you.
You rolled your eyes but took it, feeling the heat creep up your neck. He smirked at you and fuck, he was frustratingly cute.
You understood. You totally understood when you nearly died at the first bite you took, vowing to never take food like this for granted again. It may have been the absolute bare minimum; just the seasoning and noodles he had cooked in the microwave, but it was the best goddamn meal you ever had.
“Good, right?” He looked about as content as he could be.
“Best fuckin’ day of my life.”
He kidded around some more. You choked out a laugh at some, wholly ignored the others to which he took complete offence. You saw it as a way to humble him.
This was the normalcy you had crushed your craving for so long ago, accepting that it wouldn’t ever happen. A normal dinner with someone who made you smile, no impending doom lurking around the corner and maybe a shot at a glimmer of something happy.
It was strange that you found it with another hitman in a safe house, hiding from authorities and who knows what else, with food worth a couple of cents. You wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yet there were things that had to be discussed. Conversations that needed to happen.
“Sam, we need to talk about it.” You didn’t have to explain, he knew what you were talking about.
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to tell you something and I need you to hear me out before saying anything,” you pulled away from him, shuddering at the sudden cold that enveloped you.
“I’m listening.”
“We do,” he agreed, and you could feel the atmosphere in the room begin to shift. “But we don’t have to do it now.”
He reached across from where he was sitting, hesitantly interlacing your fingers. The sense of fluster you experienced wasn’t healthy, you decided.
You just ducked your head, fighting against the damn smile that was trying to make its way onto your face. You didn’t pull away.
“Okay.”
Next part
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Hello Gamers.
It has occurred to me five seconds ago that I should probably tell you all an interesting and riveting story that is currently happening to me. So here we go.
Trailer: This is health related. I will be fine dw lol :)
So on the 30th of March this year (a wednesday), I woke up to a blind spot in my left eye. It was like this little semicircle of despair right about the centre of my vision. I figured that it would probably just go away on its own, so I didn't worry about it too much and went to class that day. Fast forward to Friday and it was still there being an annoying little shit. It was at this moment that I was like "hey I should get this checked out probably." Lucky for me, I had a very convenient pre-scheduled optometry appointment the next day.
So I go to this appointment and am offered this optional test for $25 Canadian dollars and because that is the only cost for the appointment today (subtle brag) I go yes please. It's that fancy one where they take pictures of the back of your eye. How neat. That happens and I go into the actual exam bit with the optometrist, tell him about my eye, and then he sits down to look at my pictures.
They are funky.
So he tells me that I have two swollen optic nerves and additional swelling in the adjacent vasculature. There's also this weird other swelling stuff that's going on that he can't explain. It turns out that the fuzzy spot was caused by a pre-retinal hemorrhage, so basically there is blood in my eye and that is not poggers. He thinks I might have high blood pressure, but the additional and weird swelling confuses him, so he sends me to the emergency room of a hospital across town to have some tests run.
So much for the rest of my Saturday.
So I go to the hospital and get a CT scan and some more eye pictures and meet with some specialists and a bunch of other little tests (like a colourblind one for some reason), and they send me on my merry way. The CT scan didn't show anything, so that was pretty neat, but they kind of ruled out high blood pressure, which meant more tests. I would like to note that I paid no money for this (brag >:)
Sunday April 3rd - I go for blood tests at this other place, again free. They took 12 vials of blood. Had to piss in a cup. Was wack.
Monday April 4th - I have like a 7:30am appointment (ew so early gross) with an eye specialist. I repeat some of the tests that happened on saturday, and then they sit me down for this dye test where they inject me with a yellow dye so they can see how the blood is flowing in my eyes and then take a whole bunch of pictures. The first one failed which was a wee bit painful but on the upside my piss looked like a blended up minion for the next couple days. Very surreal.
After that test I finally got to meet with the specialist in this nice little corner office. He was really nice, told me that the hemorrhage would probably get reabsorbed so I didn't need to worry about that (it's gotten a lot better now actually which is nice, still a little bit there though). He then went through the blood flow pictures and couldn't find anything funky there.
And then he brought up my blood tests.
This is where things become a lot less cool.
Cringe, even.
Basically, he tells me that my white blood cell count is incredibly high. Like super duper high. He tells me that the regular count is supposed to be like 20 and mine is at nearly 500.
And this is a symptom that coincides with leukemia.
Shit.
Let me tell you, that day was not poggers.
Nothing is confirmed yet though, so I go home and proceed to have a very unexpected day. I message all my profs and was like "hey, might die, please give me extensions thanks :)" (and then I got them). I got a call from a hematologist later that day to go over the testing plan going forward. It included things that sounded not so fun.
The next day was my birthday.
:|
Turned 19 though that was neat.
Before I go on, I would like to mention that the very first thought I had when that eye specialist told me it could be leukemia was "I'm going to need so many bald jokes." Because you know. Chemotherapy.
Wednesday April 6th - I go back to the emergency room. This time I go to a different place, where I get my very own hospital bed (in the corner :D). The game plan is simple. In no particular order: 1) get an MRI 2) get a bone marrow biopsy 3) get more blood tests and 4) get a blood transfusion.
What actually happened: 1) super quick blood tests, less blood this time, neat. 2) bone marrow biopsy (fuck that shit was so weird it wasn't painful because of the freezing stuff but hguieanbcbneuia did not like, would not recommend) 3) MRI could take a few days to be scheduled and they don't want to keep me overnight 4) ultrasound to look at my spleen and liver 5) no blood transfusion because apparently my hemoglobin count went up since last blood tests so hell yeah 6) I went home
What I learned that day: 1) i hate bone marrow biopsies they suck donkey balls 2) my spleen was twice the size it should be (25cm instead of 12cm) 3) I now need to go for blood tests twice a week
I got to sleep the next day. Liked that part.
I don't remember when I got the next phone call from the hematologist (she's been fantastic btw I would definitely recommend her, very helpful and great with explaining things to stupid little me) but it was sub-pog.
Basically, I was officially diagnosed with CML (chronic myeloid leukemia). It's pretty rare in people my age, and makes up for about 15% of total leukemia patients iirc. It's caused by a freak mutation in your chromosomes, and has three stages: chronic, accelerated, and blast. I got caught in the chronic stage, which is the super treatable one and where most people are diagnosed.
I don't have to go for immediate chemotherapy, and if I'm lucky I shouldn't need it at all (rip bald jokes L). It's treated with these fancy little pills, and there are like five or six varieties for me to try which is neat. I should start those soon.
Right now I am on two other drugs, though. The first one is called hydroxyurea, and it's designed to bring down my white blood cell count. I think I peaked at 527 by whatever measurement they had, but it was down to like 505 on April 21st, so that's some neat little progress right there. I'll probably have my dose doubled soon to get that count to come down super fast, but for now I'm still too white for my own good.
The second drug is called Allopurinol, and it's designed to preserve my kidneys, because the first drug could make things toxic down there and I would like to keep those body parts thank you very much. Everything is going swimmingly so far though so that's good. I need to drink like 2 and a half litres of liquid daily though so my toilet is very busy rn.
I have to take these drugs at 9:30am every morning which sucks though I just want to sleep in :/
I think that's everything.
And that's the story of how got a new zodiac sign :) If you have any questions or good jokes please let me know I will respond to them :) Please don't pity me though you would not believe how much of that I have gotten in the last couple weeks it is frying my mind I just want to make fun of myself.
TL;DR got cancer, fucking L on my part, very treatable, taking many drugs :))))
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Eyes That Won’t Wonder
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“What, what!?” You shriek.
Another low laugh erupts from him as he leans against the door, his large frame blocking any potential view of the inside.
“I believe that is a compliment.” He mumbles his lips curling up into a sly smile.
“Y-yeah, it was.” You stammer, words barely making themselves out of you as your stomach begins to do cartwheels.
“As much as I'd love to stay right here and chat, you’d probably find it to be much more comfortable inside.” He says, smile fully present now, and you take a moment to admire the sight-storing it in your mind. He moves enough for you to slip right past him and pause the moment your feet touch the dark hardwood floors.
The aroma is the first thing that invades your senses. It smells of pine and a rich tobacco, with slight hints of something sweet- maybe vanilla, you can’t really tell. The home is just as beautiful on the inside as it appeared from the outside. The dark hardwood floors complimented the ivory walls and dark rust colored trim. The living room was sparsely decorated though, it had only one couch, a chestnut loveseat and a matching recliner. He obviously doesn’t get many visitors.
“Your home is beautiful.” You say breathlessly, eyes roaming the space in awe.
“Thank you.” He exclaims, a large hand grazing the small of your back as he slips behind you and towards the kitchen. His touch makes your knees go weak and you steady yourself by placing a shaky hand on the door.
“Would you like something to drink?” You hear him call from the kitchen.
“Ah, water please.” You answer, taking a few deep breaths before you saunter over to the counter placing your folder in front of you. He slides the glass in front of you and you nod as a thank you before you begin to sip.
“I don’t think I ever caught your name.” He says leaning back onto the fridge, arms folded over his massive chest.
“Oh, uh, my name is y/n y/ln.” You mumble your index finger rubbing the rim of the glass.
“Lovely, it fits you.” He says, eyes catching your own. You can't help the blush that arises on your cheeks.
“T-thank you.” You manage to stammer out, silently cursing yourself for getting so flustered so quickly. He was a patient not some guy at a bar, you needed to get a grip and you needed to get it fast. “Uhm, you’re a bit younger than most of the other patients i have worked for. Is there actually anything wrong with you?” You quiz, but the words come out a bit harsher than you intended. “Oh goodness, I did not mean that in a bad way at all sir- Mr. Wakatoshi, oh my goodness. I am so sorry.” You exhale letting your head fall into your hands. Your words are all becoming a jumbled mess and you can't help the shame that creeps up your throat. Great, now he probably thinks I'm some kind of asshole.
“No, it's okay. I understand what you were trying to say. Two years ago I had to get a disc in my back replaced and it took a lot out of me. Though I can still get around pretty well, there are still certain tasks that I need help with. I am also set to have another surgery on my knee two months from now, so I thought it would be better to have someone get accustomed to me and my habits beforehands.” He says voice monotone. Is he angry?
“Mr. Wakatoshi, I am so sorry if I came off as rude earlier- I didn’t mean to offend.” You say feeling guilty.
He shakes his head. “You’re fine sweetheart, I’m actually quite flattered that you think that.” Before you have a chance to relish his words he starts again, “I’m going to go put some clothes on, but here. I made a list- well a schedule really- of how my day usually functions. You can look over it and if there is anything that seems to be a bit much for you let me know and we will make alterations to it.” He says walking out of the kitchen and returning with a piece of paper. “Here, I will return shortly.” He says handing you the paper. Your eyes skim the page as you read the text.
7:30am- Arrive & make coffee ( I prefer mine black)
7:45am- Read the newspaper
8:00am- Feed Randy & Lyle
8:15am- Pour second cup of coffee & wash dishes
8:30-9:30am- 2nd Workout (If you could have a bowl of fruits waiting that would be lovely)
10:00am- Post shower stretch (Help isn’t required but appreciated)
10:30-12:00pm- Take Lyle to the park (You are more than welcomed to join us)
12:30pm- Lunch / with Aone* (*Mon. & Thurs. only)
1:00pm- Stop at farmers market
1:30pm- Arrive home & check on Randy
1:35-4:00pm- Varies (You may leave at this time or you may stay for dinner.)
4:00-6:00pm- Prepare dinner
6:05- 6:45pm- Eat then wash dishes
All that is required of you is bolded, the italicized text is completely voluntary, though I would enjoy your company.
“Goodness.” You mumble, placing the paper down. “This is even less than I did with Washijō.” You thought you had it easy then just checking his oxygen, helping him up, and taking him wherever, but you were basically an in-home barista.
“I hope it isn't too much.” The voice startles you as he appears beside you now fully clothed- well not really. He had on a pair of dark sweatpants and a gray sleeveless shirt putting biceps on display for all to see.
“Uh, no, not at all sir. I was expecting much more actually.” You admit eyes darting between the paper and his arms.
“Oh, well I'm sorry to disappoint you.” He says voice low as he bends down to tie his shoes. “I’m sure that there will be more for you to do after my knee surgery.”
“Yes, and I'm not disappointed sir, I'm honestly kind of relieved. I haven't worked with anyone in quite a while, so this is a good refresher to allow me to get back into the routine of things.” You say words falling from your lips before you realize it.
“Is that so?” He asks standing back up to his full height, face full of curiosity.
“Yes, my previous patient passed away and I took some time off. He and I were close, friends even, and the death really hit me hard even though I knew it was coming. It still hurts ya know.” You exclaim as feelings of sadness wash over you at the thought of your friend.
You didn't know what you were expecting when you told him that, maybe an ‘i'm sorry for your loss’ or nothing at all but it is safe to say a hug was not one of those things. His body was warm and his chest was solid- it felt good. You wrapped your own arms around his waist and closed your eyes.
“I hope that one day you and I could be friends as well.” He says quietly pulling away.
You don't fight the smile that graces your face, “Yeah, I feel like we will.”
The words seem to liven him because a large smile spreads across his face again. “Well I’m gonna go lift now, feel free to look around. There's food in the fridge and snacks in the pantry. Make yourself at home.” He says walking to the back of his home.
“Oh, Mr. Wakatoshi!”
“Yes love?” He asks, turning back around, a smile still lingering on his lips.
“Who are Lyle and Randy?” You ask looking back down at the paper, partly to hide the blush that you are now sporting. “Are they your children?”
“Yes, they are my children. I’ll introduce you when I return.” He laughs before turning back around and disappearing into a hallway.
You sigh as soon as he is out of eyesight dropping your head onto the cool marble countertop, raising your head just enough to read the time on the clock that sits unwavering by stairs. 8:37. You had just under an hour to get somewhat acquainted with the home you would now be in for ten hours a day for six days a week. You decide to begin with the kitchen, opening and closing drawers & cabinets identifying the contents within them, occasionally rubbing a light hand over them. Next is the living room. The wide open space is mostly vacant and you take a seat on the loveseat sinking back into the cushions. “Nice.” You mumble.
Pushing yourself up you wonder to every room opening the door just enough for you to peek in and see what it is. You hesitate though when you get to the room at the end of the hallway. It’s his. You could sense it, nonetheless you slowly push the knob down and peek inside. It’s clean just like the rest of his home. You don't linger and decide its best to close the door & move onto the next.
By 9:15 you’d looked throughout his entire home, and it was more beautiful than you could have imagined. The ceilings in the bathrooms were high and had beautiful artworks painted atop of them, they looked as though they belonged in a museum rather than someone's guest bathroom. The spare bedrooms were just as lovely. Each had a shelf that was littered with books and knick-knacks that looked foreign. All of this just fueled your curiosity- what did he do & how long did he do it?
You shrugged as you went back into the kitchen jumping when you saw his large frame in the fridge. He was shirtless, again, but this time his hair was wet and clung to his head. The small gray stripes were clear as day against his dark olive locks.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t think you’d be done yet.” You say awkwardly scratching the back of your neck.
“Yes, I finished early and decided to shower & grab a snack.” He says waving the bowl of strawberries.
“I was about to prepare one for you.” You said.
“Oh, thank you. You don't really have to do anything today, just get accustomed to things.” He says popping the small red fruit into his mouth.
“Would you like me to stretch you out?” You ask, remembering the list.
His eyes shoot up to yours as soon as the question escapes your lips and you realize how wrong it sounded and before you had a chance to correct yourself he spoke. “You stretch me out, I mean i’ll try anything once but i’d prefer the opposite..”
His words startled you to say the least, and almost instinctively the words flowed from your lips, “I’d like to see you try.”
His eyes widened at your remark and at that you began to spew apologies. “Shit, fuck, DAMMIT. God, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to say that, the stretching part I mean. Well I meant that, but not what I said afterwards. Ok, let me start over. What I meant to say is do you need help stretching considering you just got done working out. There, that's what I meant.”
Your eyes are frantic as they lock with his. God, it's the first day and I'm already gonna lose my damn job. Just great. His lips are pressed in a straight line for a moment before he finally lets the edge of them glide up into a small smirk.
“I’ve already stretched, but I suppose I could go a little deeper, maybe a little harder this time.” He says emphasizing the two words as he pops another strawberry between his lips smirk still evident.
“The stretches of course.?” You ask for clarification.
He hums and pops another strawberry between his lips setting the bowl down onto the counter stalking towards you, his large figure quickly engulfing your much smaller one almost instantly. “That’s not quite what I had in mind.”
You can feel his warm breath on your lips as he leans down, “But if that is what you insist.”
A loud bark bellowed throughout the kitchen causing you to jump. He smiled and wrapped a protective arm around your waist. “No need to fret, he was probably just getting anxious to meet you.”
“He?”
“Yes, my son, or at least one of them. Come on so I can introduce you.” He says guiding you down the hallway, to his room you assumed. You were correct, you realized as he pushed the door open revealing a large dog.
“Don’t worry sweetheart he doesn’t bite. Daddy made him promise to be on his best behavior.” He whispers lowly into your ear.
Fuck, this may be harder than I thought.
hiiiiii, this is the second chapter & you can just check the tag eyesthatwontwonder to read the first. anywaysssss i hope you enjoyed! likes and reblogs are always appreciated <33
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Gavin and MC’s High School History- Detailed Timeline
Dedicated to my amazing and kind friend @cheri-cheri- one of the Queens of the MLQC fandom on Tumblr! I literally didn’t know how to use it before but I had learnt how in order to keep up with her posts. Without her work, I literally wouldn’t be on here making my own blog either. Thank you, Cheri!!
This is a timeline following the years of high school that MC and Gavin had together. Compiled of dates, rumours and secrets, calls, texts, and other from multiple servers. The source will be shown allocated to its corresponding sentence. I created this because I was really moved when I rewatched Gavin’s Old Days Date and suddenly thought of the many things other players could have missed out on regarding their high school years. If there is anything you need clarification on, or if you would like to add anything in, feel free to send a post/ask or just comment and I’ll try to incorporate and adjust accordingly!
Based off of true correspondence of the Chinese education system in Shanghai, where the schools there are very strict, with specific responsibilities and events students must have and attend to. In addition, this is different from Western school systems where years 7-9 are in a seperate schools from years 10-12 before university. Dates and seasons mentioned will also be noted as accurately as possible to suit the Loveland storyline in which different events occurred. I felt like a detective trying to piece a fractured storyline together to solve a mystery, honestly...
Prepare your tissues, your milk tea and your soul because even I almost didn’t make it to publish this...
Timeline
2008
Gavin enters high school.
2009
MC and Minor enter high school. MC does her hair in a nice ponytail, one of the only hairstyles she ever had in school.
Gavin is a grade above her. He is in his last year of high school. [Spring Festival Date]
Late Autumn of October 2010
“I noticed who you were before you ever noticed me.”
On a rainy first day of school, Gavin helps Mr Keller move the tables and chairs in the classroom.
Without taking an umbrella, Gavin leaves.
At the same time, MC saves a cat in the rain with her handkerchief, attempting to shield it from the incoming rain under a roof. She gives it snacks from her bag while sheltering it from the rain.
Gavin thinks she was nerdy-looking, but couldn't take his eyes off her and watches her from a distance for a long time. He feels out of place standing.
She looks back at him in astonishment, not knowing how long he stood for.
She smiles at Gavin.
Gavin notes that MC’s smile just like her eyes, were pure and comforting as they start filling his vision.
The rain starts to get heavier and MC shivers.
Something stirred in Gavin’s heart as he notices this, and kicks a can in frustration then shelters her with his jacket.
He runs away as MC shouts, “thank you!”
She didn’t know it was Gavin who gave her his jacket at the time.
MC goes back and is then told by her fellow classmates that the boy she encountered was the “tyrant school bully”, and “the Underworld Senior Gavin”, and that she should stay away from him. [Tilted Time- Rumours and Secrets]
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MC finds piano dull to play the same songs over and over again.
MC in her spare time practices and sings to Liszt’s Liebestraum No. 3 (Love Dream) for a talent show.
At the rooftop, Gavin is wounded by a gangster’s knife. A gradually intensifying melody is heard.
Gavin kicks the gangster boss but then is pursued again. Outnumbered, wounded and losing consciousness due to major blood loss, the gangster boss kicks Gavin off the roof.
Gavin reaches out, to something- anything.
A heavy, surging melody sounded, transcending through time and allows Gavin to reflect on his past- to his father, to his late mother, and invokes deep reflection and epiphanies.
Heavy notes seep into Gavin’s ears as he almost hits rock bottom. He feels his limbs emerging with the wind and awakens his wind evol.
Gavin is now reborn.
The music continued to play. Gavin ends up humming with a bird.
He then hears MC’s singing.
MC stops, mesmerised by the ginkgo leaves flying through the wind. The ginkgo leaves falling was her favourite time of the year in high school. This vivid sight is still engraved in her memory after many years.
Gavin vows to protect her for the rest of his life. [Campus Date]
-
Gavin saved Minor from bullies.
Minor also happens to be MC’s outgoing, talkative desk mate who sometimes helped old ladies cross the street. How he managed to hang around Gavin and not get beaten up, nobody knew (except us). He would often copy MC’s homework but never dragged her down with him if he got caught. This was MC’s biggest impression of him.
During science class, MC cooked noodles for Minor on the Bunsen burner when he was hungry. The recipe was Shrimp flavoured instant noodles, mix two eggs in well, then add a dab of sea salt and black pepper. [S1 Chapter 7-1]
-
Gavin is always at the school gates at 7:30am. Carrying his flat school bag, he orders fish balls at the snack kiosk on the north side of the school. It was the third day in a row that Minor notices this. [Minor’s Memory Book]
Gavin would occasionally travel around on his bicycle. (Pre-debut Sparky??) He says he was good at riding it. [Lost Love Date]
It was hard to find Gavin as he’s rarely at school, so she didn’t see him until 3 days later when MC went to the library at sunset.
She tries to retrieve “Byron’s Poetry Collection” from the top of a 2-metre shelf, and since Gavin was a head taller, he was able to help her get it.
He musters up the introduction that he recited many times- but MC quickly thanks him and leaves before he could speak.
Minor notices Gavin watching after MC and that he was SMIL-ING.
He helps him locate MC and reports that every day after school she would go to the library for afternoon revision, always sitting in the same seat.
Gavin sat at a corner not far, quietly flipping through textbooks he hated. People who were reading in the library would be driven away because they were scared of him LOL
MC would then leave at 5pm sharp to go back home.
Gavin commits to walking back 10 metres behind her with Minor every day on forward. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]
-
Gavin saves Minor from bullies again. Minor dedicates himself to be his “bro”.
He finds out that MC is an honours student, but doesn’t know that she’s the school orchestra leader. [Mystery Wings Event] and [Mark Date] However, he does know that she’s renowned as the “campus belle/ school flower”.
Minor idly mentions that more people were giving MC love letters.
Gavin tells Minor to collect all the people who were planning to confess their love to MC. Minor doesn’t want to be wingman anymore HAHA
Gavin stared those boys down as they trembled with fear. He tells them to take them back and if they scare her, he’ll make them regret it.
Minor realises Gavin’s feelings for MC. [Minor’s Memory Book]
-
MC eats from a small stall outside the school gate selling red bean puffs. ($3 for one, $5 for two. What a deal!)
She also encounters the stall that sells sugar figurines [Gift of Life- Sugar Figurine Call]
MC ate chocolate sticks often at school. It's also a memory of student life for Gavin, as well. [CN 2021 March Sign-In Taste of Happiness]
Students would scramble for the small swing set in the school garden. MC never went at lunch breaks, but she watches the sunset on it after school. Gavin is sometimes nearby. MC never noticed him, but she does however notice the ginkgo leaves dancing in the wind. [Mini House Small Happening- Leisure Time]
-
Gavin isn’t his usual self anymore. He sees MC out in the library everyday and starts reading “5 Years of College Examinations and 3 Years of Sample Questions” (book for colleague entrance examinations).
MC watches a basketball match at school. She calls someone from an away team “dashing” because they won with a dunk. This has been engraved in Gavin’s memory ever since. [Dreamers Date]
Gavin found out that he was very fond of basketball success stories, rushing into the court to try hundreds of shots after. He writes “I will beat you” beside Sakuragi Hanamichi from a Slam Dunk poster alongside “not a step back”.
(Slam Dunk starts out with a boy wanting to play basketball to impress his crush.)
Gavin then injures his head badly :(
He realises that basketball couldn’t help him to protect anything he wanted. He determines that he will do whatever it takes (to “beat” himself”). [Mystery Wings Event]
-
Gavin leans against a tree as he watches MC hurry down the corridor as she clutches a textbook. [Boundary Rumours and Secrets]
MC would eat pocky. Gavin would eat them too. [2021 March Sign-In Moments]
-
MC faints during a sports meet because she didn’t eat breakfast.
Gavin hurries to carry her to the infirmary. [CN Delightful Search Date]
He leaves bread and milk before she wakes up.
-
MC is on duty during PE class, which happens to be on basketball.
Minor was careless about his aim and the ball almost hit her in the head. Gavin slams the ball away. [Minor’s Memory Book]
Gavin glares at Minor as MC thanks him.
Minor also “accidentally” pushes MC towards him.
Gavin glares again.
Gavin later is continuously shooting hoops.
MC returns late at night to clean up the gym but all had been returned neatly in the basket. MC wanted to thank him but couldn’t. [CN Basketball Court Date]
-
There was a school sports competition that they attended. Gavin participated in the 10 lap race and came first by an impressive large measure. [Minor’s Memory Book]
MC participates in the sprint race, too. Gavin is worried about her performance, and if she would faint again.
Gavin requests Minor to take a photo of her on his phone (which probably ended up as the photo that he carried with him in his early days at special training where the other men teased him about hiding a photo of a girl.)
Approaching the End of October
Gavin, Minor and MC are walking home.
The weather is cold, and Gavin notices MC shivering in the distance. Gavin, conflicted by this, tells Minor to buy MC a hot drink without telling her that it was from him. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]
MC would occasionally spot a hot drink or a carton of strawberry milk in the piano room. [Chapter 31-12]
-
Gavin one day is conflicted by their early exchange, recalling how MC looks startled at the entrance of the library after seeing each other. His spirit depletes, kicking himself (metaphorically) in the corner of the classroom at how he might have scared her.
Minor rushes in with a pink bandaid from MC for the wound at his mouth.
He carefully took that bandaid, treating it as if it was his world’s most precious treasure.
This pink bandaid was always taped on his heart and whenever he stepped into the swamp-like darkness of the night, it gave off a faint warmth. [Mystery Wings Event]
-
MC starts to notice Gavin everywhere. At the corners of windows, she would see his figure. At the library, he would help her retrieve books from higher places. She would also see books laid out on his table, but most of the time he would be sleeping. Beneath his overlapping arms, he sees “Byron’s Poetry Collection”. Gavin doesn’t understand the poems, though.
Lord Byron's "Don Juan" - Canto the Ninth, XVI
"To be, or not to be?" — Ere I decide
I should be glad to know that which is being?
'Tis true — we speculate both far and wide,
And deem, because we see, we are all-seeing;
For my part, I'll enlist on neither side
Until I see both sides for once agreeing;
For me, I sometimes think that Life is Death,
-
At the music rehearsal room on the fifth floor, she would see a corner of his shirt in the wind.
MC thinks Gavin is friendly and slowly lets down her guard.
At the canteen, he would offer her the last bottle of water.
She begins smiling at him when they see each other, with the small arcs forming on her lips, soon becoming smiles that made her eyes squint.
-
MC would walk along the Senior hallways and subconsciously stop at a certain classroom- catching the sight of Gavin sleeping. On one particular day, she sees him standing by the window, staring at the sky.
-
Minor asks Gavin if he could form a band with him. Gavin rejects him. He then asks Gavin if he wanted to join the school’s singing competition. Gavin rejects him again, saying that he didn’t perform for unimportant people or have others tell him how well he could play.
MC plays “Falling Slowly” on the piano. Gavin hearing this, learns to play the guitar. He doesn’t know the name of the song but familiarises himself with the melody. [CN Music and the Past Call]
-
Whenever school let students out early, she would go to Lynn’s Kitchen. MC gets her noodles with clear broth, chopped scallions and a half-boiled egg. Gavin usually gets his spicy noodles with garlic, cilantro, thinly sliced beef.
Gavin remembers her favourite order.
MC leaves a post-it note at Lynn’s Kitchen, “I might never see you again and I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you”, about a friend who transferred schools.
Gavin knows she hates people who leave without saying goodbye the most.
Gavin, also in the vicinity near Lynn’s Kitchen, writes a post note.
“Until I met you.” [Mystery Box Game]
He saves Mr Noah’s son from an accident, immediately takes him to the hospital and pays for the medical fees. [Anime]
-
Gavin dismisses rumours of high school romance.
“If you confessed on the 7th step of the stairway in the corner of the 3rd floor then it’ll succeed, or if you carved your name and another person’s name on the 6th tree in the courtyard at the back then your misunderstandings will be resolved, or if a guy gave the girl he liked the second button of his uniform on graduation day then the two of them will end up happy together.”
At lunch, he hears MC talking about the second button, and upon seeing her yearning face, he raises his head in thought, suddenly couldn’t wait for graduation. He tears off his second button. [Mystery Wings Event]
Gavin is just in love at this point.
-
Gavin sees one of the top students stealing money from a shop outside of school. The shopkeeper doesn’t believe him.
He stops the student on his way home to hand him back the money.
MC sees him at the alley then leaves.
Gavin spent all the money on a walkman he wanted for a very long time.
Mr Keller was the only one who believed in him. He said to him, “Since you can’t change what others think of you, you might as well just listen to your heart.” This had a great impact on Gavin. [Campus Date]
Winter
In the snowfall, the school allowed additional ten minutes of break time. The class next to MC’s stuffed Minor’s shirt with snowballs.
Gavin thought of helping him with a counterattack but MC had already returned a snowball to the male student who pulled the prank.
Gavin looks at MC the whole time. [CN Recovery ASMR]
-
MC overheads girls in her class say that Gavin had bullied students for lunch money that morning.
MC rides her bike back home after studying at the library for her finals.
MC sees Gavin being handed an envelope full of money at Lynn’s Kitchen in an alleyway.
She mistook it for him taking protection money.
-
Summer of June 2011
On a humid afternoon, MC looks outside the window of the classroom in boredom. A boy in a loose-fitting school uniform ran by. She couldn’t make out his face. [S1 Chapter 7-23]
MC begins to distance herself from Gavin. She rushes out of class and goes straight home instead.
Gavin is sad. He broods by the piano room, goes to the library to brood, then stares at the place MC sits to brood some more.
Minor wonders how he’s able to stare all afternoon at an empty space in the library but sleeps all day during class hours. [Minor’s Memory Book]
Before graduation, Gavin’s father expresses his thoughts for Gavin to join the organisation for special training. Gavin refuses, but his father uses MC to influence him to agree.
Gavin remembers the panic and timidity in MC’s eyes when she first met him. He recalls that moment was probably the hardest to bear in his life.
Gavin in his short period of freedom writes a letter to MC. He ponders about what to say, thinking about their first encounter, and how she started to distance herself from him. But all he writes is-
“Saturday 9am, I will be at the school library waiting for you.
-Gavin.”
-
MC attends the flag-raising ceremony and rehearses her speech. She then leaves to study for her exams.
Meanwhile, Gavin finishes a fight with other boys from school in an alley after they talk inappropriately about MC. [Old Days Date]
Gavin, bloodied and bruised, asks Minor to make another copy of his letter.
This is the only thing that Gavin had asked Minor to do so of course, he agreed. [Chapter 7-11]
Minor thinks the letter is a symbol of passion and fierce love due to the bloodstains and decides to keep the original.
He writes “GAVIN” and places it on MC’s desk for her to see the next day.
(In the Campus Date, the older MC is the one who finds him instead of Minor and treats him to his injuries. She ends up seeing the contents of the letter to find him later on.)
MC mistakes the letter as a threat and throws it away.
That Weekend
Gavin sits for 14 hours in the library waiting for MC, scanning the library every now and then.
With a fingertip, he rubs “Byron’s Poetry Collection” and carefully sandwiches a dried and yellowed ginkgo leaf into the book. He suddenly felt a measure of self-deprecation.
He stands up, and leaves, his heart filled with regret that he didn’t give it to her personally. [CN Tilted Time Rumours and Secrets]
After Summer Break- July
Minor never saw Gavin, and neither did MC.
“We met often, but never passed by each other. I remember every moment I saw you in school. Time, location, weather, your expression, your clothes...
-I remember them all.”
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last kiss pt.2
this is part two of the song fic “last kiss” ! it’s down below if you want to read it !!
https://winchester-fredweasleysgf.tumblr.com/post/650322643337232384/last-kiss
fred weasley x reader
angst
fred stood outside of his flat after he closed the door. he looked in front of him shocked.
did he just do that ?
he was able to hear her sobs from the open window, her trying to catch her breath and mumbling things to herself .
yes, he did that.
he finally felt the tears fall and stream down his face, he contemplated in going back but couldn’t.
he gripped his little messenger bag filled with two outfit changes and toiletries with one hand.with his free one, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, he couldn’t look back and her sobs sounded louder and louder to him.
he picked up his feet,feeling heavy like if he was wearing concrete shoes as he walked to george’s flat a few blocks away, tears falling down.
a few moments earlier….
fred had gotten home a few hours later than he intended.
12:30am read the clock
he had been working since early morning and felt exhausted, this wasn’t the first time this happened, the shop kept getting busier and busier by the minute.
fred got in his flat quietly trying not to wake y/n.
“freddie ? is that you ?” he heard from upstairs
“huh yeah it’s me” he mumbled as he saw her come down the stairs in her cute hedgehog pajamas and fox slippers
“hello love, how was work today ? i’m assuming fun ?” she said sarcastically smiling as she pointed at his tired face and tried to go in for a kiss
“it was fine , im gonna go take a shower” he said dodging it and walking up the stairs .
she would be lying if she said that didn’t sting, but she brushed it off , he probably did have a hard day.
“uh o-okay , i’ll make you some tea”
she wasn’t sure if he even heard.
-
20 minutes later, she heard footsteps coming down the stairs, she was confused when he wasn’t in his pajamas .
“you sure you’ll sleep comfortable in that ?” she giggled grabbing his favorite mug and pouring the hot water into the mug along with a tea bag .
“where are you thinking of going at this hour freddie?” she asked turning around to get fred some biscuits
“george’s”
“how come?” she asked confused “are you two going to work on something new?” she asked again, putting the biscuits beside him and sitting down.
“no” he said
“then ?”
“we should break up” he said suddenly pushing away the tea and cookies .
“wait what ?”
“please don’t make me repeat it”
“but why ?!” y/n asked feeling her throat closing and tears breaming her eyes
“is this one of your pranks?” she said trying to blink the tears away smiling
“no, it’s not, i’m sorry” he said standing up
“wait wait hold up, i’m so confused what happened ? aren’t we going to talk about it? freddie? what’s wrong?” she said standing up too , all he did was walk towards the closet and got his messenger bag .
y/n went after him and held his hand.
“freddie, are you serious ? what happened? why are we breaking up, what did i do? did i do something? why are you leaving??” she said, couldn’t keep away the tears, she felt everything coming apart, she cried a little bit more when he pulled away his hand and adjusted his bag.
“im sorry y/n”
“this is how you’re gonna leave me? you’re not even gonna tell me why? you’re better than this!! please fred, don’t leave, tell me what happened !”
“i’ll be looking for a new flat soon,i’m going to stay with george for a bit,i will be coming for my stuff tomorrow”
“please freddie, i love you, can’t we talk for like at least five minutes??!”she said frantically
“goodbye y/n” fred said walking towards the door
“please please don’t! don’t l-leave me like this, i can’t just please don’t” she said sobbing and choking on her words.
he just opened the door and left.
she couldn’t believe it.
they were fine that morning before he left to work
-
that morning…
fred and y/n we’re sleeping peacefully, his arms around her , his face nuzzled in her neck, he held her like if she was his teddy bear.
beep beep beep beep !!
he heard the first time the alarm went off, he really had to be early that day, he had been waking up at night due to him being on the look out making sure he didn’t over sleep.
he reached over and turned it off groaning, y/n shifted feeling fred move and eventually waking up right away.
“fred ?” she said groggy from sleep and barely waking up
“shh it’s okay darling, i’m just going to go get ready for work, you can go back to sleep”
“hmm noo i’ll get up too”
“love it’s okay” he said giggling at her bed head, still thinking she was beautiful”go back to sleep” he kissed her forehead.
when fred went to go change, y/n got up stretching her limbs and getting her slippers.
“what are you doing up?” he asked smiling up at her
“well, since you’re rushing to go to work and probably won’t have time to get breakfast right now, i know you’re not going to eat until later sooo i though why not make you something !” she said blowing at kiss his way and running down to the kitchen before he got to protest,making him shake his head and laughing quietly to himself while he buttoned the last of his buttons in his shirt.
-
he went down after he had done everything to get ready for work, hearing y/n wash the dishes downstairs.
“hey darling”
“hey freddie”
“why are you washing by hand, we have magic you know?”
“yeah but its okay to do it like this once in a-hey !”she said as fred casted a spell for them to clean themselves
“you’re welcome” he said with a smirk
“whatever” she rolled her eyes
“anywayss , i made you a quick omelette, i know you have to go and i didn’t have enough time to make you something else but you need to eat something”
“it’s perfect y/n/n , thank you, i’ll eat it fast over there”
“here i made george one too, he’s probably rushing just as much as you are”y/n said handing him a container with his breakfast
“thank you, i’m sure he’ll appreciate it”he said kissing her nose making her blush
“oops i have to go love” he said going over for his jacket
“alright, be safe okay ?” she said walking towards him
“i always am” he said smirking
“hmm yeah okay” she said while he placed his hands on her face and held her delicately, stroking his thumb across her cheekbone looking into her eyes.
“i love you” they said at the same time, making fred smile and y/n blush, they leaned in, giving each other a sweet kiss, making them melt inside.
“alright lover boy, you’re gonna be late for work” y/n said , her cheeks tinted pink after their kiss
“only because you say so” he said kissing her hairline before going over to the counter and grabbing his and george’s breakfast.
“i love youuu !!!” he said running out the door turning around to look at her
“i love you most” she said waving at him before he left.
…never thought that would be their last kiss.
-
what went wrong ? y/n didn’t know nor have any sort of clue what.
an hour later of her crying in the living room, she got up and grabbed her suitcases.
she went up to their room and packed all of her belongings.
she grabbed her wand by the nightstand trying to get out of the house as fast as she could.
she got a hold of her suitcases,knowing she forgot a thing or two but didn’t really care, and aparated to hermione’s and ron’s front step, she almost went to ginny but she knew she would tear fred a new one no matter what time it was.
ron and hermione were pissed at fred when they found out, they let her stay the night there before she went to look for an apartment in the morning.
-
when fred told george about what happened, george was screaming and cussing him out, calling him an idiot almost telling him to get out, but he couldn’t and although fred didn’t cry and acted tough, george could see he was hurting.
the next morning when fred went to go pick up his things,he knew something felt off. when he entered the house it felt empty, not that he expected it to be filled with love though, it was too quiet, he slowly went upstairs to their bedroom and saw the closet door open but no y/n, he saw all of her things were gone and knew she moved out instead. he sat in the bed and let his tears fall.
within two days of them breaking up, all the weasley’s had already found out, all of them upset with fred for leaving her with no explanation, he felt embarrassed to tell them why.
george visited y/n in her new flat for the whole week of her living there. when he went back one day and saw the “for rent” sign back up, he went up and knocked on the door frantically until one of the person living there told him that a young lady had moved out that morning.
he quickly went over to fred’s house and screamed at him. he cried that his best friend was gone and didn’t know where she went. he didn’t talk to fred for about a week.
-that was months ago .
fred knew george had been hanging out with y/n and that so had ginny,ron,hermione and harry. he never said anything or ask about her because he knew he had no place in doing that.
he would be lying if he said he didn’t miss her. some days, he would be grumpy and other days he would lock himself in his room crying softly over her. he thought no one noticed, but of course his twin always knew.
over the months, he had less and less of an idea on why he broke up with her,he kept saying he did the right thing but then he would always doubt himself. he had pushed his feelings about this for a while saying he didn’t deserve to be sad about this situation, so now it was hitting him a bit harder. he wondered how she was and if she met someone new or anything, but didn’t have the guts to ask george or anyone. he always acted like if he was unbothered. he really wanted to see her again and hold her, tell her how sorry she was and that he was an ass for leaving her with no explanation.
george was able to see how sorry he felt for himself and seen his spark slowly fade. george himself also missed having y/n a walking distance, although he could always aparate to her house, it was different, they used to see each other almost everyday .
fred wished she could just come back, until one day she did .
-
fred woke up with a headache, and like the last few months, there was no y/n next to him sleeping.
he groaned getting up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. he looked over to where y/n used to sleep. he wasn’t able to move out from that house. he had left everything how y/n had left it. he stared over the same spot for a few more seconds before he caught on. he cleared his throat and got up to get ready for his day.
he adjusted his tie while looking at himself and his messy hair that he had let grow like he had in his sixth year. still managing to pull it off .
he went downstairs and ate his breakfast before he aparated to work.
“hey mate, it’s your day off ! what are you doing here?” george asked when he saw fred aparate infront of him, not admitting it lowkey scared him a bit.
“yeah i know, i just didn’t have anything to do”
“um welllll” george thought while scratching his eyebrow “you can restock those things over there and put away those boxes” he said pointing to the objects.
“ok” fred said bluntly.
george knew it was one of those days so he let him be.
“alright man, later you want to go pick up some lunch or something”
“uh yeah sure”
“brilliant !”
-
more stocking up later and running around the store, 12 o’clock hit.
“alrightttt dear old brother of mine!!what shall we go eat for lunch today!!” fred heard george loudly say as he entered the room he was in
“huh?”
“where do you want to go eat?”
“dunno, anywhere really, doesn’t matter”
“oh cmon not a place in mind? huh? leaky cauldron maybe?”
fred got up and adjusted his work jacket/blazer
“not really”
“alright then, move your bloody arse and let’s see where we shall go!!” he said pushing fred out the door.
-
the twins had been walking around diagon ally for a while now deciding where to go.
“cmon freddie, just pick a place”
“we should just go back to work, i’m not that hungry anyways”fred said turning around and tried to make his way over to the joke shop leaving george behind.
george had tried to go after fred, he was able to see him a few feet away and was about to run to catch up with him when he accidentally bumped into someone.
“…and can we go try those cauldron cake you like so mu-woooa !!!”
“i am so sorry ma’am i apologize !”
“marianne are you okay?!”
“georgie ???” y/n exclaimed
“y/nn ??!!”george said while pulling her into big hug .
“you two know each other?” marianne asked
“yes ! he’s my best friend”
“i’m george weasley, i’m so sorry again”
“i’m marianne y/l/n, y/n’s cousin and it’s all good don’t worry” she said as they shook hands and both let out some “nice to meet you’s”
“what are you doing back here ?!!decide to come and visit me ??” george smirked.
“no you big bloke” y/n jokingly said, “our cousin is having a baby and we came over for her baby shower, and you? where you rushing off to?”
“well uhh” george tried to come up with an excuse but his eyes widened when he saw him already staring at them with his mouth open,shocked.
-
a few moments earlier with fred ..
he had tried to make his way to their shop, he felt bad for just leaving george there, he didn’t feel hungry and just wanted to go back to work to distract himself before he went back home and go back to feeling sorry for himself.
he knew george was trying to catch up to him, he wasn’t far behind and he hadn’t walked far enough due to the tons of people around, he knew he had crashed into someone because he heard him apologize.
“marianne are you okay?!” he heard someone exclaim
that voice he instantly recognized.
that same voice made him stop dead in his tracks.
he couldn’t believe his ears and just thought he was imagining it.
until he heard it again.
“georgie ???”
“y/n ??!!” he heard george say, confirming his suspicions of y/n being a few yards away from him
he slowly turned around and saw her, her back was facing him but he still managed to gasp as he let himself acknowledge he wasn’t dreaming.
he felt his feet moving quite slowly but surely making his way over to them, his eyes welling up, he hadn’t seen her in months, which had felt like an eternity to him. he had blocked out everyone and every noice, it’s like his feet kept moving on his own til he finally stopped , less than ten feet away.
he saw george look up and his eyes widened when he saw fred, which made him snap out of it a bit.
y/n and marianne saw george looking behind him with a distressed face which made them turn around.
y/n saw what george was looking at
both fred’s and y/n’s eyes connected, making her let out a loud gasp
she saw his face in person after a while, she couldn’t believe it. he had let his hair grow out, it was messy but it still looked good on him.
he saw that she had changed her hair too, she had gotten a haircut, but her eyes looked sad, she had under eye circles that were still visible even when covering up with concealer and saw her face go a bit pale when she saw him.
marianne right away knew what was going on, she knew that was fred, y/n’s ex, and knew the person that bumped into her was the same george y/n has been hanging out with.
she saw y/n’s eyes start to well up, she turned to look at george and he just gave her a “shit” look, she right away gave fred a dirty look.
“y/n…” fred whispered as he took a few steps forward
y/n had never turned around that fast in her life, she felt dizzy, she didn’t know if it was because of what was happening or because she turned so fast, maybe both.
“we have to go, i’ll see you later okay george ??” she said desperately
“y/n” fred said a bit louder while he tried to walk closer to her but marianne stopped him.
“y/n” he said firmly, almost begging, he knew she had heard him but just ignored it, which hurt him but understood.
“i’m so so-“fred desperately tried to apologize but didn’t get to say it
“bye georgie” y/n said while quickly taking out her wand and apparating away .
he didn’t miss to see the tears already escaping her eyes before she left.
“no! is-is she-“ fred tried to ask
“no! you do not get to ask anything about her !” marianne loudly said, making a few heads turn around to where they were standing.
“but-“
“but nothing!”she told fred, with a nasty look on her face.
“i’ll go check up on her” she told george, not before she gave fred one last mean look and went after y/n, knowing she went back to her house.
fred dropped his head ,let it hung low and put his hands over his face,feeling a few tears come out.
“cmon fred, let’s go back to the shop” george said patting his back and walking to their destination.
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Once y/n apparated back to her house,she dropped her purse on her bedroom floor and cuddled herself on her bed crying,just letting her tears drown her while sobbing.
a few minutes later, she heard her cousin get home.
“y/n/n ?, are you in here?”
she didn’t get any respond but her sobs let her know she was in there.
“oh honey come here” marianne said approaching her, sitting next to her while y/n was crying her eyes out.
“shh shh it’s okay let it out”marianne consoled her,stroking her hair.
“i can’t see him again marianne,i tried to move on i really did and now he appears i can’t ! what-what if he finds out where i am and-and i can’t go through that i can’t !!!”y/n rambled sobbing.
“honey it will be okay”
y/n cried, trying to get some words out,not knowing what to say.
“it’s okay,i’m here for you”
y/n just nodded and stayed there for a few minutes.
“i’m so sorry mari”
“hey,it’s okay y/n/n, you don’t have to apologize”
she just sniffled.
“you want to go take a bath? get refreshed and maybe we can watch a movie and i can go get some snacks, maybe your favorite ice cream?”
“o-okay” she replied while wiping her tears, standing up from her bed.
“here i’ll go get you a glass of water, be right back”
while marianne went for her water, y/n took out her pajamas,undergarments,towels and her fox slippers.
“here you go”marianne came in handing her the cup.
“i’ll be downstairs, howl if you need anything” she chuckled
“thank you”
once marianne left the room, y/n undressed herself, wrapping the towel around her and took her things to her bathroom.
she turned on the water and let it fill up a bit. while it was filling up, y/n stared at herself in the mirror, her puffy red eyes burning up as she started to create some more tears.
she finally let go of her towel and stepped into the warm water.
-
meanwhile at the joke shop. . .
fred and george entered their store, george flipping their “open” sign over to “closed”
fred was making his way upstairs when george stopped him.
“where do you think you’re going?”
“upstairs” fred said quietly
“no you’re not,you’re going to come talk to me”
“georg-“
“no fred, you need to let me know what happened when you two broke up, why did you do it fred? you won’t even tell me!”
“george,i don’t know”
“what do you mean you don’t know! you just can’t do that! i mean cmon ! you left her with no explanation and when she’s doing better you just come barging in !”
“i’m sorry” fred said while he just let his tears escape
“i’m not the one you should be apologizing to, you’re my brother and i love you, but you can be an idiot sometimes, i understand you’re hurting and your feelings are valid, but what you did was not okay, i still can’t understand why you did what you did, it hurt her a lot freddie, whenever i would go see her, she would always ask about you and how you’re doing, she still loves you,and very much.”
“i miss her george, i miss her a lot” he choked out
“i know you do mate”
“i need to see her, georgie please tell me where she is, i need to make things right again”
“fred..i-“
“please george i’m begging you”fred exclaimed, crying a bit harder
“look fred, i’m not sure if she would be comfortable with that”
“please george,please ! i’ll leave her alone if that’s what she wants me to do! i need to at least try !”
george looked at how desperate he looked, he looked completely in shambles, both of his best friends were hurting right now, he too wished it went back to how it was, he knew it was definitely not going to be that easy.
george took one more look at fred and sighed.
“okay,fine alright”
fred felt like he could collapse right there, he was finally going to go talk to her and try to make things right after 5 long months.
“can we go right now?”
“right now? fred are you sure you’re ready? and don’t you think she needs some space right now?”
“i have to george!”
“okay okay, just hold on, let me go lock up” george said getting up”i won’t take long”
fred sighed and sat down with his hands over his face.
-
after what felt like an eternity later, george came back up.
george saw how fred was bouncing his leg up and down and how fast he stood up when he saw him come in.
“what took you so long!”
“woah, it’s not that easy mate, you’ve been working here as long as i have”
“sorry, can we please go now?”
“are you sure fred? i mea-“
“yes! just please take me to her”
“alright”
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i actually hit the limit😭the link to the continuation of this is up now !!
#fred weasley#fred weasley fanfiction#fred weasley fic#spotify#fred weasley imagines#fred weasley one shot#fred weasley oneshot#fred weasley x y/n#weasley twins#harry potter#taylor swift
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Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #30: “Brownies” | September 29, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E10
The great thing about Awesome Show is that it’s inconsistent in the way it approaches the host segments. Tim & Eric usually introduce the show as themselves, but not always. There’s usually a gimmick, but sometimes not a strong one. But a lot of times, it’s this: They are dressed like dorks in front of something resembling a J.C. Pennys photo studio shoot. They’ve done a handful of episodes like this, and they vary only slightly. I characterize it as burn-out, or just the fact that you can only do a certain number of truly distinct set-ups.
I think so little of this that I found it a little jarring when this episode’s host segment, which seems rather thin and dashed-off to me, featured bloopers where the cast and crew are beside themselves with insane laughter before shooting it. The premise is Tim’s mom sends Tim a box of brownies, and they are so tasty that he and Eric just start going hog on them. That’s basically it. It's fine, but not great.
The first sketch of note is Linsey Porch singing “I Can Wait”, which is a bouncy sounding song about being a creepy stalker. The “Come Over” woman, Jennifer Mims, is the object of Linsey’s creepy affection. The song defensively says what he’s doing isn’t “rape”, and the end of the song features a bit of a reversal where Mims gives a big Lynchian smile to indicate that she’s into it, suggesting maybe that this is actually a bit of kinky role-playng. Tim & Eric watched this as part of their Valentines watchalong and kept calling this one “so fucked”. It has its charms, but it almost feels like an imitation Tim & Eric sketch to me.
There’s a reprise of the Business Hugs sketch, and it’s just alright; seems kinda like leftovers though. Wise shares with us his personal cell-phone number so he can help you out personally, which is nice of him. The scene transition is the best part, where a little Ray Wise bounces onto Eric’s bed. The editing is maybe the best part of this whole episode.
The next scene is Tim & Eric in bed, in their respective homes. Eric calls Tim so they can indulge in their nightly ritual of saying a friendship prayer before dozing off. They are both still chowing on brownies. This scene is good. They both doze off and wind up sharing the same dream, they are both climbing a mountain made of brownie, that they start eating and tripping out on. I like this okay, but I don’t find it that funny. The little Doug edits are cool. They are clearly going for something a little more purely for-stoners here, I think. I also like Tim’s tiny sunglasses he’s wearing in bed (which Eric wears in the dream, for some reason).
The next sketch is the very Memorable Gettin’ It Dunn: a public-access style talk show starring Richard Dunn with his guest Tanese Gray. He plays a word association game with her, using the words “pizza” and “plibt”. He eventually outros out of this segment by hitting play on his tape deck and having reggae music play, which he says is his favorite. I love this bit. It's too bad that it's so short, and that they didn't produce a full-length version of this and make it available as an extra on the DVD.
The next sketch is “The Facts Machine”, which is a Fax Machine that just prints out facts. This one’s okay, but they made the choice to speed it up and I think they did that to “save” the sketch. There are funny jokes in this, but they whiz right by. Bob, who’s been used pretty sparingly in this season, does the voice-over for it. I forgot about this sketch entirely, so I guess it qualifies as “forgettable”. But I like it.
Steve Brule returns! Here he advises you to get your stomach doubled with a synthetic stomach/esophagus combo that lets you eat unhealthy junk without digesting it. This is a gross idea, but it has some funny bits. I laughed at the line “I love to eat bad foods for me”. Just perfect dumb-guy phrasing.
The final scene of the season: Tim & Eric have eaten the brownie mountain and can’t wake from their dream. As they scream in anguish, we get a trippy sequence featuring different characters from the season, superimposed over floating brownies. It’s set to a song sung by Frank Black of the Pixies, a detail I forgot about. It’s sorta cool, and it seems like they’re making a conscious decision to free themselves of the custom of doing cliff-hangers at the end of each season. Good call. But this feels very clip-showy, because it more-or-less is.
There are a few deleted scenes from this season whose intended placement isn’t clear, so I’ll touch on them here. First there was Kazual Swordin’ with Kaz, the Asian fella that Tim always tries to kiss on the lips. He plants one on him good, eventually, so look out for that. This series of sketches is about Kaz teaching you how to use swords to do things swords don’t normally do, like pick up trash or open a locked door. These are funny, but I can kinda see why they were cut. Some of this footage does get used in a season four episode!
Another deleted sketch features Tim as a whispery singer-songwriter who sings a song with a single line about nobody loving him. It’s well-done, but slight and not laugh-out-loud funny. There’s also a sketch that’s a commercial for a browntooth (which is like bluetooth) "friend". The premise is that bluetooth headsets make you look crazy while you're having a conversation using one, so this service offers you an actual man who will pretend to be having a conversation with you to cover it up. The spokesmodel is a maladroit woman that they attached a cartoon mechanical spider thorax to. Her name is “Daniel_”. There’s some amusing touches, but the premise is sorta lame and I’m glad they cut it.
I can definitively call season three the worst season so far, and it might be the worst season ever. But I remember season four being a little better, and I honestly can’t remember season five that well. I still think the show is great, it’s just spottier than it’s ever been. But usually there’s at least one inspired bit per episode. But, you usually say that about shows like SNL, don’t you? If it’s a numbers game, Tim & Eric has the edge; 11 minutes to find the funny vs. 90 is a much better batting average.
EPHEMERA CORNER:
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Gettin’ it Dunn (full length version).
There is actually a full-length eleven-and-a-half minute version of this; originally intended to air as a full episode of Awesome Show. I don’t remember where Tim & Eric said this, but I remember them giving an interview or something and saying they didn’t want to “sacrifice” a regular episode of Awesome Show for it. That’s too bad. I could name at least one episode I would have happily sacrificed for this. I remember thinking at the time that it was a shame that they had a definition in mind for what a “regular” Awesome Show was, but I guess I get it now.
I watched the whole thing in preparation for this write-up, and it would’ve been a season highlight if it actually had aired as-is. Dunn tries to be sweet with Tanese, and it’s clear that he’s seriously been pursuing her as his girlfriend, and mentions that they first met ten years ago. She sorta humors him. At one point the lower-third under her name changes from “Richard’s Girlfriend” to “Richard’s Friend” at one point when the conversation gets a little more explicit about their dynamic.
There’s one moment in particular I think about often: she teases Richard for wearing little shorts all the time, and says “you like to swim in your little shorts”. Dunn replies “I don’t like to swim in water” “What do you like to swim in?” “Use your imagination, dear”. I assume he means pussy, but it barely makes sense, and it’s so funny how cutesy he’s being.
MAIL BAG
*professor chaos's sidekick from South Park pointing at the titties on the robot chicken dvd* Bob & David did it, Bob & David did it!
I’ll never forget David Cross being mean in the commentary about the topless woman they got for Mr. Show, who calls her nipples a “bummer” and regrets not asking to see them in the audition process. I hope his wife Amber Heard made him apologize for that one.
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