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ivorysoapshavings · 3 years

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So…… my hyperfixation on HxH is back and stronger than ever so I wrote this

TW: Hanahaki mentions of blood and corpses alcohol and minor cursing

Kurapika finally took the time to open his phone after a few months, he opened it to find eight voicemails and over twenty missed calls. He clicked on the voicemails and played the first one that was sent almost two months after Gon, Killua, Leorio, and him first split up.

~The other night dear as I lay sleeping I dreamed I held you in my arms~

“Hey, Kurapika it’s Leorio, I just wanted to check up on you; you’ve seemed pretty busy lately hope you’re not overworking yourself. Anyway things aren’t too interesting here at medical school but I do have a few big tests I need to study for,” there was a pause for a long sigh, “guess I should get to doing that huh? Well, call me back when you get the chance. It's been a while,” there was a small pause before the line went dead.

~But when I awoke dear I was mistaken so I hung my head and cried~

“Hey, Kurapika, it's Leorio, just wanted to check up with you and see how you’re doing. Oh! something hilarious happened I think would have amused you. So me Gon and Killua were eating lunch together and Gon tried to do his impression of you and Killua was taking a drink at the same time, and Killua laughed so hard water came out of his nose,” There was a small chuckle at the other end of the phone, “you know they miss you too,” silence for a couple of seconds, “welp, you know my number call me back when you get the chance,”

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

“Hey, kurapika, it’s me again. Listen I know you’re probably just busy with your job and all but I can’t help but be a little worried. You’re not injured are you? You don’t even have to call, just send a message of something, anything,” there was a sharp inhale and a light sigh, “Well bye then,”

~You’ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“Hey Kurapika it's Gon! I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I can tell Leorio is kinda worried about you. We’re also been doing a lot of things. Nothing dangerous of course!” Gon paused to nervously chuckle, “It's been fun though I wish you could be here with us. That would make it even more fun! Leorio said he told you about Killua spewing water out of his nose that was really funny but what I bet he didn’t tell you was that he choked on his food and almost fell out of his chair too,” There was a pause and some chittering in the background, “Welp, we gotta go hopefully you’ll call us soon but call Leorio first he really wants to hear from you,” there were a few crashing noises and someone yelled Leorios name then the line went dead.

~I’ll always love you and make you happy if you will only say the same~

“ Kurapika, it’s Killua you better call us back soon or I’m gonna -,” Killua was cut off by someone. Then came a lot of muffled yelling and a loud crash. “Got it ,” Gon yelled triumphantly, clearly having wrestled the phone from Killua’s hands “Sorry about that Kurapika. Killua just misses you too he just has an awful way of expressing it” Another crash and the line going dead.

~But if you leave me and love another you’ll regret it all some day~

“Hey Pika, It’s gotten boring here again. Gon and Killua ran off to god knows where, no heads up just left. I just really hope they stay safe, they’re always getting into the most trouble,” Leorio let out a small chuckle, something about his voice sounded different more weak “I really worry for them sometimes they’re just so young yet they’ve been through so much,” he paused letting out a sigh, “Ugh, I sound like a dad. Anyway hope you’re staying safe kicking ass out there. I really hope you’re at least listening to these and not just deleting them. But stay safe don’t overwork yourself, miss you,”

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

Kurapika noticed something strange as he was going to click on the next voicemail. They were usually sent two to three weeks apart from each other but this one was sent almost a month and a half after the last one. He brushed it off thinking Leorio was just busy, until he opened it.

~You’ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“Hey Kurapika it’s Gon again, we just met up with Leorio again and he’s --,”

“Gon! He didn’t want us to tell,” Killua yelled interrupting him

“I know but it’s gotten worse and-,”

“We can ask him again when he wakes up! But its not out place to tell,”

“I know!” Gon yelled exasperated, “but what if we tell him and it’s to late,”

“That won't happen, so give me this an-,” the voicemail cut off there

~You told me once dear you really loved me and no one else could come between~

Kurapika sat in confusion at the voicemail ‘What did they mean it was getting worse? Was there something wrong with leorio? Why didn’t he want to tell me? Is it something bad? Deadly?’ Kurapika wondered to himself as he stood up and started to pace the room with worry. He needed answers so he clicked on the next voicemail which he noticed was also almost a month apart from the last one. About a week ago.

~But not you’ve left me and love another you’ll regret it all some day you have shattered all of my dreams~

“Here, you have to tell him,” It was Killua’s voice, “Or I'm gonna tell,”

“I can’t,” It was Leorio this time but his voice sounded even more different from his last message. It was less preppy and loud and more horse and mellow, “I don’t want him to worry about me. He’s probably doing something important and it’s not like hes gonna listen to this anyway,” Killua let out an angry huff

“Fine than, Kurapika hey it’s killua you better get your ass over here because-,”

“Wait! Killua I’ll tell him just give me the phone,” there were a few shuffling noises and then Leorio started speaking again, “Hey Pika you probably won't get this but I’ve got Hanahaki and it’s you I love you,”

~you are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are gray~

Kurapika stopped pacing and dropped his phone in shock ‘Hanahaki’ ‘it’s you’ ‘I love you’ he was trying to make sense of it all Leorio loved him Leorio had Hanahaki because of him.

“How? How! God damn it!” he yelled to no one. He grabbed his phone off the floor and ran outside. Kurapika had run a couple of blocks before it hit him, he had no idea where to go. He knew they were in the same city but where? So he stopped and dialed Killuas number. It seemed like days as he waited for someone anyone to pick up the phone he gasped out of relief when someone did answer

“Kurapika yo-,” Gon had answered the phone he sounded like he was crying

“Just tell me where you are,” and after Gon had finished telling him the address Kurapika immediately hung up and started running again.

~you‘ll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away~

“YOU’RE TOO LATE. YOU’RE TO LATE KURAPIKA. HE’S DEAD HE JUST FUCKING DIED,” Gon shouted furious as kurapika bolted through the door of their hotel room, when he saw what was infront of him he froze in shock from the sunflower petals scattered along the floor, Leorio dead in Killua’s arms, Gon swearing at him, “THIS. ALL. COULD. HAVE. BEEN. AVOIDED. IF YOU PICKED UP. THE FUCKING PHONE. FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE,” Gon kept shouting, shoving Kurapika in between each phrase. Kurapika just let it happen because he knew it was his fault Gon was right.

“Gon stop,” Killua said monotone, now behind Gon holding him back from shoving Kurapika even more. Gon didn’t even fight him; he just turned around and crumpled into Killua’s arms. “Kurapika say something please,” Killua begged. After Kurapika stayed silent and didn’t answer, Killua got up from under Gon and stood in front of Kurapika and slapped him across the face. This snapped something inside Kurapika and he fell down to his knees and started sobbing

“I killed him… I killed him.. I killed him I killed him I killed him I killed him,” Kurapika chanted, getting louder each time he uttered the phrase. He turned and looked at Leorio on the floor lifeless, blood stains all up his front, covered in petals, “I killed him,”

~In all my dreams dear you seem to leave me when I awake my poor heart pains~

The funeral came and It was Kurapika’s turn to come up and say his final farewell to Leorio. As he stepped up to the casket he saw Leorio pale and lifeless, no amount of makeup being able to make him look alive again. He was also wearing that stupid suit he always wore but now that he was seeing it for what was probably the last time it wasn’t really stupid. His casket was also scattered with sunflower petals which stared at Kurapika mocking him for not being there when his friends needed him most, for being so selfish and such a workaholic. He stepped down from his place in front of the casket and left the building not bothering to stay for the rest of the service. He didn’t think he could face Leorio’s family or Gon and Killua after being the reason that Leorio died. So he made his way back to the hotel room.

~So when you come back and make me happy I’ll forgive you dear I’ll take all the blame~

It had been a few hours since Kurapika left the funeral which meant it had probably ended by now. All he had done was sit there and think and ask questions that could now never be answered. After a few more minutes passed the door to the Hotel room opened, and Gon and Killua walked in.

“Oh you’re here,” Killua said, slightly annoyed.

“Kill stop now is not the time to be fighting,” Gon practically whispered, his voice being hoarse from crying.

“No! You had your chance to yell at him earlier, now it's my turn,” Killua retorted, slightly raising his voice.

“Listen Killua, I know it’s my fault. I’ll just leave,” Kurapika mumbled, getting up from his position on the floor.

“No! Do you know how much pain he was in? How much blood and flower petals he coughed up? We were the ones to keep him company and comfortable.

We were the ones who had to watch him slowly die as we desperately tried to contact you. We had to make him tell you about the disease because he didn’t want to worry you in case you were doing something important. And you didn’t even show up until weeks after we told you about it. And after all that you don’t even stay for his funeral ,” Killua was flushed and slightly out of breath after yelling and Kurapika stood in front of him, eyes now a beautiful yet frightening scarlet color.

“You know what? No. I don’t know how much pain he was in nor how much blood and petals he coughed up. And I know I should have been there when he needed me, how none of this would have happened if I had picked up the stupid fucking phone sooner, and I couldn’t stand being at the funeral because how could I ever face his family knowing I’m the reason he died,”

“Guys can we please stop this,” Gon begged from the sidelines, desperately tugging on Killua's hand. Killua just shook him off and stepped closer to Kurapika.

“Yeah because you’re a fucking coward , and it’s not like being here would’ve changed anything you probably didn’t even love him back,” this is what made Kurapika snap.

“How do you know what I feel, Killua Zoldyck! How? How would you ever know how I feel when you’re just an emotionless assassin,” Killua gave a sharp inhale

“Yeah, well because of your cowardice everyone you loved is dead, Leorio, your clan -,” before Killua could finish Gon stomped his foot on the ground cracking the ground underneath them.

“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it! You guys are arguing like a bunch of babies and there's no point in insulting each other, it's not gonna bring Leorio back. So just.. Stop it!” Killua just huffed angrily and toed at the ground not looking at either of the two boys in the room. Kurapika just brushed past the two boys towards the door knocking into Killua on his way.

~You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey~

After Kurapika left the hotel room he wanted to find a way to distract him to relieve him of his hurt and stress and fast. So he found the nearest bar.

“Hey kid, aren't you a little young to be in here,” The man behind the bar asked Kurapika. In response all he did was place his hunter license on the bar and said

“something strong,” The bartender grunted in response and went to mix a few things together before pouring it in a cup and sliding it to Kurapika.

“You look like shit,” The bartender told Kurapika after what was probably his fifth drink.

“Yeah? Well, I just killed someone I loved,” Kurapika managed to slur out. The bartender just raised his eyebrows in question, “Hanahaki disease. You know the one where you spit up flowers? All because I couldn’t be bothered to pick up the fucking phone.” And without another he stood up, shoved his hunters license in his pocket, slammed the rest of his drink down and walked out of the bar. Now that he had nowhere to go, no one to return to, he was bound to endlessly wander till he couldn’t wander any longer.

~you’ll never know dear how much I love you please don’t take my sunshine away~

#hxh #hunter x hunter #leorio paladiknight #kurapika #gon freaks #killua zoldyck #hanahaki #hxh angst #leorio x kurapika #leopika

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yanderecandystore · 3 years

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Can we get some content for how the Android darling and Ms. Bright would meet?

In this [🍰🍑🤖] we get a glimpse of what their relationship is like and a lil mention of how things have worked out- But let's see how it played out from the a.is perspective.

Hi boo, I hope you're doing great, I'm very sorry for the long ass waiting- Sadly I may warn y'all that I have gone through many stages while writing this: h 0 r ny, corny, and angsty. This is actually pretty heavy, as I tried pulling some of the loose threads that I left all over Ingrid's posts (I still need to give her an bio ;-; I'm sorry y'all-)

So this is all over the place, since this is a fic I've been writing for a long time.

Also I know jackshit about robotics, and I think this fic shows how much I don't know anything XD

TW: Family issues related to: LGBTQ identity // very angsty // Ingrid is very rude, but she also struggles a lot during this- // socially distant // socially awkward // being misinterpreted/having a hard time socializing //

Tags: angy sad lady // ownership dynamic // this is basically the reader reminiscing about the past (continuing it from where Happy Lies left off) // the reader is low-key a simp at times- // master x servant dynamic, possessive behavior and a lot of yelling // just angsty really, I'm so sorry //

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Happy birthday, mistress [Yandere!CEO OC x A.I!Reader - Short Fanfiction]

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Whenever you remember your first day of activation, or more accurately your first day of actually being able to be activated for more than five seconds (you can't remember it fully, but you're aware that because of your complex design, you had passed through a lot of prototype phases before you could properly function-), you almost feel an odd sense of nostalgia, maybe due to the fact it was indeed the most important day of your existence as an android.

It was Ms.Bright's nineteenth birthday, when she would be handed the corporation that has been passed down by generations. And not only would she inherit the company, but also a beautifully designed a.i assistant made to help Ms.Bright's every need. You were made to be an easy communication center from Ms.Bright to the employees, as Ms.Bright's had a hard time communicating with people and expressing herself.

At first, she didn't seem to enjoy the idea very much- It was clear that she considered you to be quite annoying and useless. And- Well- It did hurt at first, after all, you were built to help her and be her friend no matter what.

So hearing her be mean towards you was… Very tough at first. Your first day as her assistant wasn't easy, you ended up getting in her way most of the time- And since she also didn't know exactly what she was doing, she got overwhelmed by so many things going down in one single day.

Ingrid has always dreamed of being in power of the company- Actually, now that you know her a little more- You can positively say she was probably just stressed at having to deal with so many responsibilities so suddenly, even if it has been her lifelong wish to inherit the company.

And even if it seems impossible at times, she would still come back strong and find a way to deal with it. That's something you really admire about her.

Your first week on the job was basically just trying to get accustomed and trying to learn everything you needed to do- While also trying to understand Ms.Bright as best as you could. Now… You weren't built to say this- And- And of course you don't think like this anymore, but…. You used to think she was really mean.

Frightening, even.

Now that you're all alone waiting for her to get back from work, you can't help but feel like replaying those moments inside your head.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000050: "My second day at work"...}"

" Oh, what are you doing here?"

" Morning Ms.Bright! I-I was rechecking the files from yesterday and I was trying my best to reorganize them, a-after the incident-"

" The "incident" that you caused yesterday?"

" Well, yes, of course! I wanted to fix things up before you came back, I'm really sorry for being so reckless, I promise I won't do it again, I was just-"

"It 's fine. You don't need to worry about it."

" But… But I thought-"

" The files you had messed with weren't really all that important, and besides I'm sure there are copies all around the place. Sigh, who am I kidding- In reality, I should be the one apologizing for my behavior yesterday."

"...."

" I recognize that I shouldn't have treated you the way that I did, in a sense it's my fault you lost those files in the first place."

" … Well, it's nothing really mistress, I'm the one who should-"

" No, don't even finish it. You shouldn't have to apologize and shouldn't have spent the night wasting your battery on this-"

"...."

".... You know what, do whatever- I sometimes forget that you are… Nevermind, come back to my office as soon as you can."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.000.050… }"

You never knew what she was going to say, but you remember not being able to ask her that- As you were afraid of her potentially getting mad at you for asking too many questions. She always seemed so ruthless at times.

You remember the time you went to a family event with her, a family party, where an incident happened and she was absolutely livid. Your relationship with her wasn't so pretty at the time, you don't know why but- Your mistress didn't seem to trust you as much as you wish she did at the time.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.001.588: "First party ever- And it was very unpleasant" ...}"

" What's the matter with you?! Why can't you follow simple instructions- I told you to stay here and not mess around."

" I'm. So. Sorry. Mistress-"

" Even your vocal module is broken- Who told you to enter that pool in the first place?? You can't tell me you did something so stupid all on your own."

" I. Slipped.-"

" Am I a joke to you? I've said tell me who gave you the order to jump in the goddamn pool while everyone else was inside- Don't you dare start lying to me."

" … One of the. Party guests. Lost something. Inside the water. I tried helping them. But I started to. Malfunction."

" … Sigh, okay. Continue."

" It wasn't. Their fault. I did it. On my own. I was just- Trying. To help."

" By throwing yourself inside a pool when you're well aware of the damage the water can cause to your inner systems?!"

" I'm sorry!"

" You could have- No, you SHOULD have called someone else to help you, I can't believe it- You could have drowned in there and I wouldn't even be aware of that since I was inside the house, [Y/n]!"

" …. But Ms.Bright. I can't drown-"

" Yeah, yeah- I know you-... I know you can't drown."

" … Listen, you could have still gotten yourself hurt okay? You could have permanently damaged your systems, and if I wasn't made aware of what happened, I wouldn't have been able to take you out of the water in time, okay?"

"... Sigh, I just realized how much I have been yelling, everyone is probably scared now that I've made such a scandal. This… Isn't really a new thing to me, I'm accustomed to ruining parties like this. I'll have to apologise later to everyone. [Y/n], please just- When I ask you to stay still, please listen to me. I was worried about you."

"...."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.001.588 ...}"

You can't deny it- Whenever she was truly irritated she could make any person next to her feel threatened, though the more you look at your recordings, you feel like she doesn't really want to be feared like this. Respected? Absolutely. Feared? Not ideal, but she takes it anyway.

You have a couple of different recordings here and there, your memories are separated into sections. You have recordings of events in several formats: pictures, videos, texts and audio recordings. Though the one you use the most is audio recordings, since videos take a very big space inside your mind, and pictures need context, otherwise they wouldn't be considered memories, right?

You can't have many memories at a time because most of your mind is supposed to be used to store the company's files, so you do have a couple of memories that you have deleted to make space for the Bright Vision's more secret/personal documents. Since Ingrid took you home yesterday, and said you won't be going to work for the company anymore, then maybe you can find somewhere else to store those files so you can make space for new memories with Ms.Bright.

First, you'll need to recheck some of your own memories to see if they're worth holding onto. There is probably a lot of junk in there that you won't be needing anymore, which can be a bit tedious and take some time, but you clearly have enough time on your hands to do so, considering how she is not home and- Well, you're pretty bored, you already done everything that she asked you to do.

Honestly, she gave such small tasks today, she probably didn't plan to change your work environment so suddenly.

After about an hour of research through your data you have realized that even if you have way too many files, it's kinda hard to delete them. At first you didn't mind the idea of deleting certain stuff, but now it feels a bit sad to erase parts of your memory, you just had so many good times and- And even the bad times are worth remembering, right?

It has been an hour of you just standing there, trying your best to not delete anything important while also revising each recording you have. Most files are a bit out of order, numerically speaking, but you don't mind that too much cause- Well, you can always reorganize them later.

… You never actually do that, but you like to think that one day you will, though.

After so many recordings of conversations, you found one who didn't seem to really belong in your head. You see, you always title every single thing inside your personal archives so that it doesn't get mixed with other files- All of your memories have a specific title so that you can have an idea of which is which.

The thing is- You don't remember this file, the title seems off, and it seems like it's incomplete. Oddly broken. Still, you decided to take a listen and try to remember what happened in this event.

"{... Replaying recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx: "I yell too much" ...}"

"...."

This is a very silent audio, there seems to be some background noise happening, but you can't make out what's happening. This audio sounds distorted, edited maybe. Someone tried messing with your memories but they weren't able to completely erase this file.

Maybe they were inexperienced at the time.

"...."

You think you heard something, it sounded closer to you- It sounded like someone possibly sitting down next to you. You don't know who it is, or what it is

"...."

".... I'm such a mess. Why am I doing this? Why does this feels so-"

"...."

It seems like someone is speaking, but you're not speaking back. Even in this heavily edited audio, you can still make out what sounds to be a feminine voice.

".... I'm sorry for, well, using you this way. It feels- So, so weird."

"...."

".... I just want… No, I need to vent to you for a while, even if you won't remember what I'm going to say."

This audio gives you an odd sensation. You think you're starting to recognize who this is- But then again, who else could it be, if not Ms.Bright herself?

" I never did this before, with something so- Human like- With something so human looking. I used to record my thoughts on my phone but I thought I would never need to vent with an object before- But here I am! Making a fool of myself…"

"...."

The speaker, who you assume to be Ingrid, seems to be having a lot of trouble speaking, her voice is cracking and her breathing seems uneven. She sounds out of breath, and she takes a lot of pauses to be able to speak her mind.

"...."

".... I have…. Thought about opening myself in this way because- Because I have no one else to listen to it, and I guess I can only blame myself for it. I know I'm difficult, I know I'm rude and I know I come across as a tyrant to everyone else- I- I really don't know what 's wrong with me, okay?!"

" Years, and years, and years of training, of studying, of planning to become the very next owner of this corporation as it's already not only a job but also a very painful family tradition that I felt proud of! That I gave everything that I could to be part of! I remember wanting this so bad, I remember how I used to daydream about this stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid tradition when I was a little kid who just wanted to do more, to be more!"

".… I almost lost all of this. 19 years of my life that were threatened to be thrown in the trash just because I- Because I'm not his son??! Because I- I'm not his only "son" anymore??.... Who said I ever was- Who said I ever was his son…?"

".... I- I know all about the stupid, awful and extremely unnecessary tradition of passing the leadership from father to son, and to this very day- inside the same office all of my predecessors had went through- I still think that tradition is garbage. I always thought I wouldn't make it here, I always thought something would stop me from being the next face of Bright Vision."

".... I can't tell- If I always knew about this- I can't even imagine how I knew this considering the dumb kid that I was, but…"

".... I'm his daughter. I'm Mr.Bright's only daughter, and the only possible heir to this twisted company."

" The people outside think our only focus it's on robotics and technology of all kinds. I wish I could go back to thinking that too, it would have been so much simpler that way."

" After a very long fight about my rights as the heir to this- Company. My father thought it would be wise to move to the countryside. Far away from all of this. And to be fair, I was- So, so mad at him that I thought that him moving away from here and letting me be would be better, but every now and then I- I miss him. I miss him so much…."

"He sent me a birthday present today. After three years of absolute silence he sends me flowers and- And a gift card containing his number… And I- Called him despite everything, and even so to this day he can't even say my name- IT'S BEEN THREE YEARS AFTER HE LEFT ME ALL ALONE WITH THIS CURSED BUSINESS AND HE STILL CAN'T FUCKING. SAY. MY. NAME."

You felt scared at the sudden yelling, even if her voice was progressively getting more aggressive and louder, you still got caught up by the sudden yelling.

".... I'm- A mess- I know that now."

You can't understand what's going on, but it sounds like she started laughing… Or maybe crying? Probably both.

".... I'm just terrible at this. I always was, weren't I? I'm just terrible at these types of interactions- Maybe all of them! I just don't understand how to- How to do it?? I don't know anymore…."

".... That's why I have you, in the first place, isn't it?"

" I had such an awful time expressing myself that they gave me an overpriced doll to do it for me. When I first heard about this three years ago, I- I've felt so fucking pitiful."

" Can you imagine it? The CEO of such a big corporation is so difficult to deal with that she needs an overly glorified doll that can translate her words to the other employees! An a.i created just to help me, an absolute idiot!"

".... I've felt so angry at them- I felt so angry at him for having to build a robot just to be a comfort pet to the stressful work that I would have to do for the rest of my position as owner of Bright Vision Corp, and I was mad at you! You pissed me off to no end, and I- I just couldn't help but be frustrated at you, not for being in my way, but for being an reminder that I'm awful at this-"

"...."

Her sobs stopped her from continuing that sentence.

".... I've treated you so unfairly because of this. I- I made sure that whenever you looked at me you would feel terrified of me because that's the only way I thought I could be respected, that's the only way I thought you would listen to me, and yet you never did…. You weren't built to follow my every order perfectly, you were made to be literally my only friend, after 22 years, here you are- The only person that can get me isn't even an actual person-"

"..... And I forget this…! I forget this every time I look at your eyes, I forget how robotic you are whenever I see you helping others not because you were told to, but just because you thought you could."

"...."

".... I always forget that you're supposed to be just another robot… He really did think about everything when designing you."

".... I always catch myself being awful towards you, being- Being excessively rude, not because of my way of talking but because of my own petty feelings towards you as my assistant… As my friend, as my android, as my-"

"...."

"..... I'm so sorry for being like this, you don't deserve to have someone who is constantly being mean towards you be considered your boss- Your boss, your friend- ...Sigh, even your owner…"

" I'm sorry [Y/n], I'm really, really sorry- But it doesn't matter how many times I say that- I don't know if I can ever make it up to you. Words won't heal any wounds, they never did."

"...."

".... But maybe actions will."

"...."

" I'll stop being so harsh on you, you really don't deserve this- I was feeling weird about using your recording system to vent like this, but now that I think about it I have been using you as a venting mechanism since the day we met……. I'm- I'm so goddamn awful."

"...."

" "How can someone so in love be so cruel?".... Would you be able to answer me if you were conscious?.... I don't think you would, no one has been able to tell me the right answer yet."

".... I hope I can be better- I will be better."

"...."

" I just need to remember how to delete this file before you wake up- I hope I can do that. End recording."

"{... End of recorded conversation n°000.068.xxx …}

………….

It took you about an hour or so to be able to process what you have just listened to. And even then, you weren't able to fully comprehend what happened.

Ms.Bright- No, Ingrid- Ingrid has used your recording system while you were out, she probably tried deleting the file but because she was inexperienced with your kind of technology, she decided to just edit it and try to make it unlistenable.

It was- Barely audible but you still got to understand some of it.

Did she- Did she forget to completely erase it? Did she forget entirely??? You're not sure.

You don't know why but a sudden wave of- Something- Something feels so odd about this-

You don't know how to respond really. You don't feel mad about her ranting to you, you don't even feel bad about her ranting to you while you weren't aware- You feel bad, but not because of her but because of the emotional turmoil she has been hiding from you.

Should you do something? Should you say something?? How do you even- You don't know how respond to this-

You're programmed to comfort her, yet- This file is already old, and she didn't want you to remember this so maybe it won't be the best idea to bring it up, but what can you do??!

Maybe you just need to rethink this through, maybe you should listen to audio again, and try to figure out what's the best way to help her out when she comes back.

You're honestly baffled at the idea that someone like her had so much to confess to- You probably shouldn't have seen her as an unstoppable goddess in the first place, but then again- Even after hearing her open herself, even after listening to her insecurities- Your opinion of her hasn't changed.

She was holding this for so long, no wonder she always seems on edge.

She 's only human. Yet you never really saw her as just that.

She was always so much larger than you, so much stronger than what your fabricated body was, and she always sounded so much smarter and- And she was just always so… Terrifyingly beautiful to you.

Ingrid Bright was always considered a very good looking individual, but no one ever considered her to be much else because of her way of speaking to others (which may sound rude and occasionally condescending, causing others to avoid her as much as they could), but you always thought she was so much more than that-

It's hard to even explain it really, ever since you met you have started to understand the concept of how beauty and fear can mix together, you find her to be so beautiful, yet her demeanor and stature makes you feel afraid of her for some reason- And even worse than that, the fear she may unconsciously bring you makes her seem more beautiful in your eyes.

You shouldn't think of her as scary or frightening, she is your boss, your master and your owner, there is no reason for why you should feel this way towards her- But then again, there is no reason for you to even feel in the first place, you were just built to do so.

You don't think she means harm to anyone, after getting to know her you realize why her behavior can be misinterpreted as mean and scary- Ms.Bright always had a hard time socializing with others, even her family had a hard time understanding her, so maybe that's why she grew to have such a tough exterior.

As someone that was built to make the communication between CEO and employees easier, you've had to learn to understand her to be able to help others understand her as well, and vice versa. It wasn't easy, and you wouldn't say that you know her completely well- But you feel proud of the work you have done so far, you're her loyal companion but more importantly a friend.

Funny how much you learned not only about her, the employees, or even the business of the company- But also about humans in general in these five years of working for her, it makes you feel more whole when you remember how much you have achieved.

You hope you can somehow help her right now, and to help her from here on out. You decide to wait for her and possibly talk about how she feels and how she deals with said feelings. Hopefully all ends well.

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Sorry for the loose ending! I was feeling very tired ;-; but if anyone wants it I could totally make a second chapter with a better ending.

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keanureevesisbae · 4 years

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Coach Cavill - Chapter 4

Summary: The Jung family are at a pumpkin patch and invite coach Cavill to join them.

Coach!Henry Cavill x Amelia Jung (Asian ofc)

Wordcount: 3.6k

Warnings: None

A/N: Since I’m not sure if the taglists work, I’m posting them in a reblog hopefully that works 🤷🏽‍♀️Also, I’m going to delete the Tumblr app on my phone and log out on my laptop for a few days, since I have some school stuff to do and Tumblr has proven itself to be very very very distracting. However, please continue to leave comments on my fics, questions or tag me in stuff, I’ll come back to it later! It’s just that I need to take a quick break from it, to focus on my schoolwork. I hope you understand and remember, I love you all 😘

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After the match yesterday, multiple parents kept looking at me, as if I was the bad one, but when all in all it was Dean who ruined it all. Maybe that sounds childish, but it’s true. Since I really needed to forget about yesterday, I wanted to do something fun with the kids. That’s why I came up with the fantastic idea to go to the pumpkin patch with Benji and Isabella. We do that every year, but this is the first time after the divorce. It’s weird how activities we always did, suddenly seem like a first time ever since their dad and I split up.

We walk around the field, hoping to each find a pumpkin we want to carve out. ‘Mom, mom, mom,’ Isabella says. ‘I want that one.’ She jumps over the other pumpkins, but she can’t seem to lift her pick up. She pushes out her bottom lip, looking over her shoulder.

That’s all Benji needs to see. ‘I got it,’ he says, already walking to his little sister, lifting the pumpkin with ease. ‘How about you look for a spot?’ he suggests.

‘Okay.’

She skips to a table, her skirt dancing around her legs and when Benji walks by, I brush some hairs out of his eyes. ‘You’re a sweetheart, Benji,’ I tell him.

He smiles, a bright one even after what happened yesterday. After Dean left, he bounced right back and when we were at Eve’s place to celebrate his second place, he was fine. We didn’t bring up the elephant in the room—an elephant named his idiot father—but I felt like we shouldn’t do that in the first place. He ruined a lovely moment already at location, no need to bring that home with us. It’s just surprising that Benji isn’t taking this to heart. I wondered what changed, but I don’t need to wonder that long. I have a feeling that his new coach has everything to do with the change in behavior. After he got his silver medal, he walked up to Henry, showing his silver medal off, the biggest smile his face. It’s nice to see Benji happy, because since the moment I kicked their dad out of the house, his already shy personality, only intensified to a point where I was really worried about him.

‘I already saw one I want,’ Benji says, ‘so I’m bringing this one to Isabella and I’m picking mine, okay?’

‘Of course, sweetheart. I’m going to look for one too.’

I step over a few pumpkins, but I look over my shoulder to see Benji placing the pumpkin in front of Isabella, pinching her cheek. Isabella sees that as an invitation to jump up, right in his arms, causing her big brother to laugh.

I remember when I told him I was pregnant and he was going to have a little sister or brother. He was six at the time and he looked at me dead in the eye and said: ‘I hope I have a little sister.’

‘Why is that, sweetheart?’ I asked him.

He simply shrugged. ‘Because I feel I can teach a sister more than I can teach a brother.’ I had no clue what this kid was going on about, so when I asked him to explain, he simply smiled and said: ‘I can show her how her future husband should treat her.’

While I felt that he could teach a brother how he should treat a woman just fine, I felt my heart explode. Seeing their bond, always makes me so grateful that I have these wonderful kids. Their dad might be the biggest lowlife walking around on the planet earth, but they are the best that ever happened to me and I would do it all over again.

Even if that meant being with their dad again.

Benji grabs the pumpkin he wanted, before sitting down next to Isabella. They don’t start right away, but I know they want to, so I make a quick decision and grab a pumpkin. ‘You kids ready?’ I ask, when I sit across from them.

‘Yes, mom, we are!’ Isabella exclaims.

Benji stares in the distance and I snap my fingers in front of his eyes. ‘You’re here with us, Benji?’ I ask.

‘Coach Cavill!’ Benji jumps up and rushes passed me. I turn around, to see Benji running towards Henry, who has a huge dog standing next to him. Benji is pretty reserved when it comes to strangers. His former coach and he liked each other, sure, but it was never like this. This instant connection between my son and a coach, it’s unusual.

I feel like Benji is even closer to Henry than he is to his own father and what does that tell you? That Dean was a dick? That Henry is the male role model I always wanted to have for my kids? Or both?

My eyes nearly roll out of their sockets, when I see the most unexpected event happening right in front of me: Benji wraps his arms around Henry’s waist and I can’t exactly hear what he is saying, but Benji isn’t shutting up.

Henry smiles, patting Benji on his back, before pulling him in a headlock. He holds up his hand when he notices me gawking at the sight and I raise my hand to wave back at him. ‘Mom, is that Benji’s new coach?’ Isabella asks.

‘He is, sweetheart.’

‘You like him, don’t you?’

What a way to get exposed… ‘What?’ I ask her. ‘I mean, he is nice, of course.’

‘Well, you made him not one, but two sandwiches,’ Isabella says, before giggling. ‘You never make sandwiches for people you don’t like. When you and daddy were fighting, you’d never make him a sandwich the next morning.’

‘You should become a detective,’ I smile. ‘Sharp as a knife.’

Benji ushers Henry with him and he asks when he is close again: ‘Mom, can coach carve pumpkins with us?’

‘I really don’t want to intrude,’ Henry adds, but I shake my head and say: ‘No, no, you can join us. I think Isabella really wants to pet your dog and your presence is well appreciated.’

‘I do want to pet your dog,’ Isabella says. ‘He is cute.’

‘He sure is,’ Henry agrees. ‘His name is Kal.’

Isabella stands up from her seat and carefully pets the big furry dog. ‘Kal is soft. He kinda looks like a bear, don’t you think?’

‘I do think so too,’ he says.

‘Coach,’ Benji says and I barely recognize my own son, ‘you should grab a pumpkin.’

Henry looks at me, non verbally asking if I’m really okay with this and I give him a little nod, encouraging him to join us. I mean, I like this man a lot, I’ve been having pretty vivid dreams about him, so spending time with him is absolutely something I don’t mind.

He quickly grabs a pumpkin and places it on the table. ‘I’ve never carved a pumpkin before,’ he admits.

‘You haven’t?’ Isabella asks. ‘You are such a weirdo.’

‘Isabella,’ I say, using my stern teacher/mother voice. ‘You can’t just go around and call people weirdo’s.’

‘But you always call dad an idiot.’

Oh great… I’m setting a terrible example for my kids and now Henry is a witness of my wrong doings as a parent. Exactly the type of impression I want to make. ‘But that is different.’

‘How is that different?’ Isabella asks, cocking her eyebrow and now she is really testing me.

‘Well,’ Henry says, ‘your mom knows your dad. You barely know me. I think there is a difference in who you can call bad names.’

Isabella stares at the man sitting beside me, studying his face, before she nods. ‘Yeah, you’re right,’ she says. This girl agrees to someone outside own her family? What the hell is this man’s secret that my kids just simply accept him and like him? ‘Sorry, I called you weirdo, coach.’

‘That’s okay.’ The beautiful man who is sitting beside me, has a friendly smile on his face. ‘But, Jung family, show me how this is supposed to be done.’

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‘Mom, the skin is too thick,’ Isabella whines.

‘Let me help you, Isabella,’ Henry says, wiping his hands clean on the cloth, before standing up and walking around the table. He sits next to Isabella and saws out the part she was having trouble with. ‘You’re right,’ he admits, ‘the skin is pretty thick. You sure did pick out a good one.’

‘I have x-ray eyes.’ Isabella stands on the bench and she is approximately the same height as Henry is. Though she is eight, she is a pretty tiny girl, always has been and probably always will be. She wraps her arm around his neck, placing her cheek against the top of his head. ‘Coach,’ she says, ‘do you think my mommy is pretty?’

‘Don’t answer that,’ I tell him. ‘And Isabella, remember what I told you at least a dozen times already? Don’t go around and ask that to people. You’ve done that multiple times now and every time it’s harder and harder to talk myself out of it, okay?’

‘Okay,’ Isabella says with a shrug, ‘but you are really pretty and I think coach agrees with me.’

This girl… I don’t know who she’s got this attitude from, but sometimes I wish that she would just zip it from time to time.

‘Isabella is right,’ Benji decides to butt in. ‘You are really pretty, mom.’

This really isn’t the time to be blushing this hard right now.

‘See?’ Isabella has a smug smile on her face and whispers loudly in Henry’s ear so I can hear it too: ‘Do you agree with us? Just nod or shake your head.’

Henry chuckles, before nodding nearly shyly. If my face wasn’t fiery red already, it sure is now. ‘Anyways,’—Henry awkwardly clears his throat—‘I think yours is done, miss Isabella.’

‘Thank you very much.’ Isabella sits down on the bench again, while Henry helps out Benji with one thing on his pumpkin.

Henry is such an easy guy to be around with, that not only I feel comfortable with him, but my shy son and my sassy daughter feel so too. He sits down next to me again. ‘Need some help, Amelia?’

‘I’m okay,’ I say, but I can’t seem to move the knife anymore.

‘Let me help you,’ Henry offers.

‘You know,’ I say, pushing the pumpkin to him, ‘for someone who has never carved a pumpkin before, you sure are a pro at it.’

He actually gets the knife to move, but it pleases me to see that even he has some issues with it. Through his sweater, I can see how thick his arms are and my oh my, does this man look strong as hell. Am I hallucinating or is he flexing a little extra?

‘Excuse me,’ I hear a shy voice say and when I look up, I see it’s Hattie Fisher, the sixteen year old sweetheart who lives in the same street as us. ‘Miss Amelia?’

‘Hi Hattie,’ I say with a smile, ‘how are you?’

‘Good, thanks.’ She runs her fingers through her light blonde hair and I always thought that in combination with those doll like eyes, she’d have potential to become a very successful model. ‘I just have a question. Is this a right time or do you want me to come by tonight?’

‘Please, go ahead.’

‘For school we have to do this thing, where we check out a few professions and I wanted to try and work at a school. I was wondering whether or not I could go to your class.’

I nod. ‘Of course you can, honey. I would love to. When is this starting?’

‘Not until three weeks, but can I drop by tomorrow. Bring some paper work, if that’s okay with you.’

‘Yes, yes, of course,’ I say. ‘I would love for you to help me out a bit. They can be quite a bunch, so an extra pair of hands would be lovely.’

‘Thanks, miss Amelia, you’re the best. I feel like I could actually learn something when I’m with you. My dad wanted me to help him out, but that meant serving the old men at his office coffee the entire day and I feel like I’d die out of boredom.’

‘Oh honey,’ I say with a chuckle, ‘I had to do the exact same thing when I was still in high school and I went to work with my mom at the retirement home and after the third round of bingo, I was ready to to murder at least one elderly.’

Henry, Isabella and Benji start to laugh along with Hattie. ‘Kinda want to avoid that,’ Hattie says. ‘I’ve seen the men that my dad works with. Some just ask to be murdered.’

I wholeheartedly agree, because I have been to mister Fishers office a few times, since mister Fisher himself was my lawyer to get me through the divorce and while he is a lovely man, his colleagues are terrible.

‘Hattie, what’s with the camera?’ Isabella asks.

‘Oh, my mom wants to have some new pictures for the towns Instagram, so you know how she is: sending me out there to document everything, while she takes takes the credits.’ Hattie nearly rolls her eyes. ‘Oh, Bella, this one actually looks really good.’

‘Why do you sound so surprised?’ Isabella asks, as the teen is taking a few pictures of our pumpkins.

Hattie curls her lips inside. ‘Well, when I was your age, I could barely draw something decent on a pumpkin, let alone carve it out, like you did. It’s quite impressive really. Since I’m here, you guys mind if I take a picture of you?’

‘Sure,’ I say, ‘if you don’t mind…?’ I carefully look to the side, to Henry, who simply shakes his head and says: ‘I absolutely don’t.’

‘Okay, say pumpkin,’ Hattie chuckles, before snapping a picture of us. ‘Looks really good. You mind if I post these on Instagram later?’

‘I don’t,’ I say.

Henry shakes his head. ‘Of course not, Hattie.’

The blonde teen smiles brightly. ‘Good. I’ll see you tomorrow then, miss Amelia. Thanks again for helping me out.’

‘Not a problem, Hattie. I’ll sign off on all sorts of paperwork, but we’ll discuss that tomorrow.’

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While I’m making tea, I hear Isabella and Benji talking Henry’s ear off, as his dog Kal is joining me in the kitchen. It lightens up my mood to see them so at ease with someone else outside of their familiar circle. I’m not surprised that Isabella is instantly fond of him, but Benji keeps on surprising me. He is seeking approval from Henry, something he never did with his father. He asked us if we both liked his pumpkin and I could see the worried look in his eyes when Henry was pretending he had to think about it.

Maybe this is way too premature, but seeing him in my house, it just fits. I never had a dog, because Dean was allergic and we’ve been together since I was nineteen. My parents never wanted a dog, until I moved out at age fifteen. All of the sudden they were experiencing empty nest syndrome and got themselves a tiny little toy poodle.

But this enormous dog in my house, it just matches perfectly.

‘Is this your mom?’ Henry asks, pointing at a picture on the wall.

‘Mhm,’ Isabella says, ‘she used to be in a K-Pop group.’

‘No way.’

‘Tea is ready,’ I say.

Benji walks in and sits on the kitchen island. ‘Mom was the main vocalist and visual of the group.’

Henry leans against the counter, thanking me for the tea. ‘Really? I can imagine what a vocalist is, but what exactly is the visual of the group?’

‘The prettiest,’ Isabella explains. ‘She is obviously the prettiest.’ She sits next to me on a stool and gives me a kiss on my cheek. ‘She was really good. Mom, you should sing something.’

‘No, not today.’

‘She was in the group ‘Forever Hope’, so you should check it out on YouTube,’ Isabella says. ‘I want to become a K-Pop idol too one day.’

I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her closer to me. ‘But I continue to tell her that it’s hard work and this little girl is as lazy as they get.’

‘That’s not true!’

‘It’s true,’ Benji agrees with a chuckle.

Henry takes a sip of his tea, his eyes not leaving me once. ‘Well, your mom is full surprises.’

‘Did you know she used to do judo too?’ Benji asks. ‘I’ve got it from her.’

‘I did not know that,’ Henry says, the smile on his face a bit bigger than before.

Despite living in the public eye for two years, I don’t want all the attention to be focused on me. ‘Not to be a party pooper,’ I say, ‘but I’m gonna be one, because it’s my job as your mother. Benji, Isabella, did you finished your homework?’

‘No,’ he whispers, while Isabella shakes her head.

‘You know what to do,’ I chuckle.

Isabella nods, takes a cookie and jumps off the stool. ‘Bye coach,’ she says, ‘thank you for carrying the pumpkins back home.’

‘No problem, kid,’ he says, giving her a high five as she passes.

‘Thanks coach,’ Benji says and they have this cool handshake I wasn’t aware of and I hide my smile when Benji chases Isabella up the stairs.

‘Your kids are lovely,’ Henry says.

‘There sure are. Listen, Henry, thank you for today.’ I scratch the big dog behind his ear. ‘I know I keep saying this, but… It’s good for them to have a male role model that is there for them.’

‘My pleasure.’

‘So, what brought you to Luna Meadows?’ I ask him, not wanting to talk about my divorce or anything related again.

‘I was in a desperate need of a change a scenery.’

‘Why?’ I ask.

‘I just needed to get out of there, before I totally lost my mind.’

‘Where are you from then?’

‘Jersey,’ he answers. ‘It was just… Too much at one point.’

My mom and teacher instincts kick in, because I can sense he doesn’t want to talk about it anymore. ‘Well, we’re very lucky to have you here. It’s good every now and then to shake things up a bit.’

‘It sure is.’ He wraps his hand around the mug and while it’s the biggest one in our house, it looks like an espresso cup in his hands. ‘Back at the game you told me you were not here from your fifteenth till eighteenth. Had that something to do with you being a K-Pop idol?’

I nod. ‘Yeah, that was my change of scenery.’

He smiles. ‘Must’ve been hard.’

I can’t do anything but to agree. ‘Yeah, especially since I wasn’t planning on becoming an idol. I was just an exchange student, but I was approached by a company when I was at a fan sign with a friend.’

‘And you became a main vocalist, that must’ve been pretty important.’

‘It is, you kinda have to carry the entire song. Not that I sang all the time, but the chorus, mainly me, just like the high notes, adlibs, stuff like that.’

Henry nods. ‘And being a visual, must’ve been hard too.’

‘That too. It’s an insane amount of pressure, always having to be picture perfect,’ I say. ‘I mean, I don’t want to complain. It was such a great time in my life, an amazing opportunity. And every time Isabella says she wants to do this too, I just hope that one day she comes to terms that it’s hard work and… That it was terrible from time to time.’

Henry leans with his underarms on the counter. ‘How was it terrible?’

‘The days were so long, filled with training, singing and dancing and performing,’ I say, ‘I had to maintain my figure and… I don’t want to complain, because it was amazing. I had eight girls around me, who were going through the same thing. I was never alone.’

‘You still speak to them?’

‘Occasionally,’ I say. ‘Most of them are still in the industry. They barely have time.’ I feel warm tears running over my cheeks. ‘Oh shit, sorry, there I go again. I’m sorry, you must think I’m an emotional wreck, a terrible example for her kids.’

Henry chuckles. ‘Amelia, that’s not true. You’re not an emotional wreck, you’re just in touch with your emotions. You’re an amazing example for your kids. Yesterday…’ he starts, clearing his throat. ‘You did what any mother would’ve done. You stood up for your son and that is more than admirable.’ He looks at the clock. ‘Ah, shoot, I’ve gotta go.’

‘Oh yes, of course.’

‘I really had fun today. The Jung family is a fun one to hang out with.’

A chuckle leaves my lips. ‘We sure are.’

‘Can you hold onto Kal for me, then I’ll go and say goodbye to Benji and Isabella.’

I nod. ‘Sure, yes. Their names are on the doors and please don’t look into the bathroom. I collect the laundry there and I might have forgotten to do it since Thursday.’

‘Copy that,’ Henry chuckles and he rushes up the stairs, taking two steps at the time. I hear faint voices in the back, some laughter, while I give Kal some scratches and kisses. Henry comes back down and says: ‘Well, I really wish I could stay, but I’ve gotta go. I’m sorry.’

‘Save your apologizes for when it’s really needed,’ I say.

He smiles. ‘Right, I’ll work on that. I’ll see you tomorrow at practice, Amelia.’

‘Want me to bring you a sandwich?’ I ask.

‘I’m never saying no to a sandwich made by the fantastic Amelia Jung.’

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Fox - Chapter 17

Previously on Fox:

"When I was little," Natasha begins, "I was taken from my parents and was recruited by the KBG. They told me I was helping my country," Natasha looks down at her hands in her lap. "They trained me to fight, they trained me to kill, and at whatever the cost. After a year or two, they put me in the Red Room Academy. There, they trained me to be a ruthless killer, and," Natasha pauses, a pained look in her emerald eyes, and (Y/n) takes Natasha's pale hands in her own, and Natasha looks up. "When you, well, graduate from the Red Room, they, um, they sterilize you," Natasha sighs heavily, then continues. "After the graduation, I had one last mission. Wait until Fury hired you, then track down you and Clint," Natasha looks up, expecting to see anger in (Y/n)'s eyes, but sees a completely different look in the woman's eyes, a kind, compassionate look that leaves Natasha stunned for a moment. Then she continues, "I think that those agents that attacked you back in Belarus weren't after you. I think the Red Room sent those Agents after me, all of you -"

(Y/n) cuts her off, "And that doesn't matter. You're our friend, and that means nobody gets left behind." Natasha meets her gaze and relaxes slightly.

"Thanks (Y/n)," Natasha says and she, surprisingly to (Y/n), wraps her in a hug; (Y/n) hugs back. The two stay that way for a few minutes then Natasha breaks the hug. (Y/n) stands up from the bed and makes her way back to the chair.

"Good night Nat," (Y/n) says, shifting back into the Maine Coon and settling into the chair, resting her head on her paws and resting her tail on the arm of the chair.

"Good night (Y/n)," Natasha murmurs, settling under the covers and turning the light off.

3rd Person POV

At 4:30 the next morning, (Y/n), still as a Maine Coon, slips over to her suitcase and quietly, not to wake Natasha, she opens her suitcase and pulls out a pair of workout clothes and nudges her phone into one of the pockets. (Y/n) sneaks out of the room and heads to the bathroom to change.

After a minute, (Y/n) creeps from the bathroom as herself, down the stairs, and out the front door.

(Y/n) starts jogging back and fourth across the empty field and slowly works her way up to a sprint - back and forth across the field for about twoish hours.

As the sun comes up, (Y/n) catches a flash of fiery red and she stops and jogs over to Natasha.

"How long have you been out here?" the redheaded assassin asks.

(Y/n) glances at her watch, "About two hours, I'd wager."

"You've been sprinting across this field for the past two hours?" Natasha asks, her hair fluttering in the wind.

"That's right," (Y/n) answers and the two turn and walk back towards the house.

"You work to hard," Natasha says and (Y/n) raises an eyebrow at her.

"Do I?" (Y/n) asks. "It takes a lot to wear me out," she continues, the two walking up the steps.

"You want to test that?" Natasha teases and (Y/n) slaps her on the arm.

"Nat, no. There are children in the vicinity," (Y/n) says covering her own ears and the redhead laughs. "You should at least take a girl out to dinner first," she teases.

"I tried to," Natasha mutters.

"And we'll go on that date sometime," (Y/n) tells her as she opens the door of the house. "Miss Romanoff, if you please," (Y/n) bows Natasha through the door.

"Go change, then we can make the Bartons' breakfast," Natasha says, and (Y/n) nods, silently making her way up the stairs.

(Y/n) walk to the room she shares with Natasha and gets a change of clothes - a pair of black sweatpants, and a form fitting light blue t-shirt. She jogs downstairs and sees Natasha in the kitchen.

"Can you even cook, Romanoff?" (Y/n) asks as she walks into the kitchen.

"Uh, no," Natasha answers and (Y/n)'s eyes widen.

"It's time for a cooking lesson Agent Romanoff," (Y/n) says, walking towards the pantry and pulling things out to make pancakes from scratch.

Natasha raises her eyebrows at the (H/C) haired woman as she sets flour, baking powder, salt, white sugar on the counter, then walking a pulling out eggs, milk, and butter.

"Right," (Y/n) says, pulling out a large bowl and a whisk. "Pancakes are easy, mix in all the dry ingredients, in their correct measurements, of course, then add the wet ingredients in a well in the center of the dry mixture."

"How much of each thing?" Natasha asks as (Y/n) pushes the bowl and whisk towards her.

"So, you'll want a cup and a half of flour," (Y/n) tells her and the redhead measures out the flour and dumps it into the bowl. "Three and a half teaspoons of baking powder. A teaspoon of salt, and a tablespoon of sugar." Natasha dumps the rest of the ingredients into the bowl.

"What next?" Natasha asks, watching (Y/n) as she pulls out a skillet and turns on the stovetop.

"Take an egg, crack it, and make sure that their aren't any shells in it, and put it in a little well in the center of the dry mixture," (Y/n) says and Natasha cracks the egg. "Now, a cup and a half of milk, and three teaspoons of melted butter and put it in as well," Natasha puts the milk and butter in the little well in the center of the mixture. "And now you whisk it," (Y/n) finishes.

Natasha whisks the mixture into a pancake batter and passes the bowl off to (Y/n) so she can make the pancakes.

About halfway through, Laura walks downstairs and into the kitchen.

"Morning, Nat, (N/n)," she says, smiling at the two.

"Morning Laura," the two respond in unison.

"I was coming down to make breakfast, but it looks like the two of you have it handled," Laura says, and goes to sit down beside Natasha at the counter.

The three strike up a conversation as (Y/n) finishes the pancakes. Once they are done, Laura goes upstairs to wake her children and her husband. (Y/n) and Natasha set the table and (Y/n) sets the pancakes on the table, along with butter, syrup, and freshly cut strawberries.

The six sit down in the same places from the night before and strike up a lively conversation.

"So (Y/n)?" Clint asks, looking up into (Y/n)'s (E/C) gaze once everyone has finished. "Ever worked on a barn?"

"No, why? You need my help with something?" (Y/n) asks.

"Actually, yes," he answers and the two stand up and move towards the door, Natasha following.

"So, what's up?" (Y/n) asks once the three are standing by the barn.

"I'd like to ask if you could design and help me build a new barn," Clint says.

(Y/n) snaps her fingers, and a pad of paper and a pencil appears in her hand. "Do you at least have a basic design you want?" (Y/n) asks, ignoring the looks exchanged by Clint and Natasha.

"We want more storage, but in a smaller barn," Clint says, and (Y/n) begins sketching the outside.

"Do you want a rustic look?" (Y/n) asks, looking up at Clint.

"I think Laura would like that," Clint says and (Y/n) nods.

"Something like this?" (Y/n) asks and Clint takes the notebook.

"Yeah actually, that's perfect," Clint says, Natasha looking over his shoulder.

"You ever draw?" Natasha asks.

"Again, sketches of designs for buildings and inventions," (Y/n) says, looking over at the shorter redhead.

"So, the inside?" (Y/n) asks, flipping to the next page. "More storage, smaller barn, you said? How do you want that set up?" she asks Clint.

He explains a simple but smart design and (Y/n) starts running numbers in her head.

"You said Laura likes rustic, right?" (Y/n) asks. "I'd go with an alder wood, then sand and use a waterproof finish," she advises. She scribbles down about how much wood that she thinks they need and all the materials to build the barn. "This should be all," (Y/n) says, handing the notebook to Clint.

"You sure this is right?" Clint asks and (Y/n) nods.

"I'm a little smarter than I look," (Y/n) teases.

"She's right. You should see the secret lab she built from a self-made closet elevator," Natasha says. "Very impressive."

"Aww, thanks Romanoff," (Y/n) says, nudging the former assassin, then she turns back to Clint. "If I call in some favors, I could go and have the materials by tomorrow before lunch."

"Sounds good," Clint says and (Y/n) nods.

"I'll take this back and make those calls," (Y/n) gestures to the notepad, and Clint hands it to her. "I'll get right on it," (Y/n) sits down in the place she was standing and pulls out her phone.

"I'll go ahead on in and tell Laura about your plans," Clint says and walks back over to his house.

Natasha settles down beside (Y/n) and (Y/n) dials her father's number, and leans back resting her head on the ground as it rings.

"Hey Dad," (Y/n) greets, "how's it going?"

"Alright sweetheart," he answers.

"This is a really weird question, but can you fire up the teleporter?" Natasha looks at (Y/n). 'I'll explain later,' she mouths.

"What for?" Tony asks.

"I need these materials," (Y/n) rattles off the materials.

"Okay, where to?" he asks.

(Y/n) tells her father the coordinates, "One thing though, when you send these, please just have JARVIS delete the coordinates from all the databases?"

"Why?" he asks.

"Please Dad," (Y/n) says, "Or I will hack into JARVIS's system and do it myself," she threatens.

"Okay, okay," he says hastily, "I'll delete them!"

"Thanks, talk to you soon Dad," (Y/n) says.

"Bye sweetheart," he responds and ends the call.

"You have a teleporter?!" Natasha immediately asks.

"Dad and I designed and built a teleporter a couple of years back," (Y/n) explains. "Normally, I could just make things disappear out of thin air, but not this amount of materials and weight. Oh, and by the way, my dad doesn't know I have powers. So, the next time, don't say anything about it unless I tell you too, okay?" (Y/n) asks, looking into Natasha's green gaze, and after a moment, she nods. "Thanks, Nat," (Y/n) says quietly, then she stands up, holding her hand out to pull Natasha up. Natasha takes it and (Y/n) gently pulls her to her feet.

(Y/n) expects Natasha to let go of her hand, but she doesn't. Only when the two reach the front door does Natasha drop her hand. (Y/n) sends her a smile as she opens the door and Natasha walks through the door, (Y/n) following just after.

"I'll be right back," (Y/n) tells the redhead. "I'm going to ask Laura about the barn design."

(Y/n) walks into the living room where she sees Laura reading a book. (Y/n) sits down beside the brunette and Laura looks up. "I was wanting to know how you thought of the designs for the barn. Clint said you liked rustic designs." (Y/n) shows her the sketches and Laura studies them for a second.

"Did you draw this yourself?" Laura asks and (Y/n) nods. "I love the design," she says and (Y/n) nods.

"I should have all the materials here my tomorrow," (Y/n) tells her.

"That quick?" Laura asks.

"I made a call," (Y/n) says. "The person I asked unusually works pretty fast."

"So," Laura lowers her voice. "You and Natasha..." Laura teases.

"We talked about this yesterday," (Y/n) groans, leaning her head against the back of the couch.

"I'm just teasing you," Laura says, handing (Y/n) back her notebook. "But it is very cute," (Y/n) stands up, sending Laura a smile as she reaches the stairs.

"Do you want this back?" (Y/n) asks, turning back to Laura. "I have to make blueprint anyway," she adds.

"Sure, thanks (Y/n)," Laura says and (Y/n) nods.

"No problem. And I do agree with you, it's very cute," (Y/n) says, then jogging up the stairs and to the room she shares with Natasha.

The redhead is in the room, reading a book when (Y/n) enters the room. "What are you up to now, (Y/n)?" Natasha asks.

"I need to make a blueprint for the size of the barn," the (E/C) eyed woman answers, rummaging through her suitcase. She pulls out her laptop, a blank blueprint, and a few pencils. "I'm going to sit on the front porch if you wanted to come out and give me some company," she offers.

"Maybe in a little bit," Natasha responds back.

"Alright, I guess I'll see you later," (Y/n) leaves the room and jogs back down the stairs and to the front door. She opens the door and settles on the floor of the porch. She sets the blueprint and pencils on the ground and pulls her laptop into her lap. "Right," she murmurs, opening the laptop and pulling up a 3-D molding software that she had designed. "We'll go forty by sixty feet and seventy five feet tall," she types the size parameters into the software and she sees a box appears. "(M/n)?" she asks her A.I. "Can you transform this into a rustic barn design with smaller structures coming out of each of east and west sides?"

"No problem, boss," the A.I. answers. After a minute, a holographic design of a barn appears above the laptop.

(Y/n) grabs the blueprint and pencil, and uses the holographic design to make a blueprint for the barn.

"How's it going?" Clint asks, walking out and settling in the chair behind (Y/n).

"Pretty good," (Y/n) says, showing him the blueprint. "I figured that the smaller structures you could use to store a lot of well, whatever you need. For other things, I was thinking about adding a loft," (Y/n) explains, pointing to spots on the blueprint.

"That sounds really nice," Clint says. "How'd you get all this done so fast?"

(Y/n) stands up and sits beside Clint on the seat. "I've got a photographic memory, so I remember everything, no matter how small the details are," she pauses, "sometimes it's not a good thing," she murmurs. She clears her throat before continuing, "So, materials and wood should be here tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, kid," Clint says, pulling the (H/C) haired woman into a side hug.

"No problem Hawkeye," she smiles back and Clint ruffles her hair. "Hey!" (Y/n) exclaims, swatting his hand away playfully and standing up, collecting her laptop, pencil and the blueprint. "Oh, Laura wanted this," (Y/n), with one hand, pulls off the top sketch from her sketchbook and hands it to Clint.

"Oh, thanks (Y/n)," Clint says, smiling at the (E/C) eyed woman.

"No problem," she says again, walking in and running her things upstairs. Thinking for a moment, (Y/n) settles down in the chair in her shared room with Natasha and pulls her sketchbook and pencil closer.

Thinking, she begins to sketch out a fox. It takes her about an hour and a half, but finally, (Y/n) is satisfied with the drawing.

"That's really cute," Natasha says, coming over and sitting on the arm of the chair.

"Thanks," (Y/n) says, smiling up at the redhead. "Maybe I should take up drawing?" (Y/n) murmurs.

"Yes, you should," Natasha says, gazing down at the drawing.

"You want it?" (Y/n) asks, gently tearing the drawing out of the notepad and handing it to the former assassin.

"You should sign it," Natasha says, handing it back.

With an amused expression on her face, (Y/n) signs her name in the top left-hand corner then hands it back to Natasha.

"Now, you have a famous piece of artwork," (Y/n) jokes and Natasha gives her a small smile.

Word Count: 2811 words

I literally have nothing but love for this book!

Can we also talk about how freaking cute Natasha and (Y/n) are together!!!!!!!! ❤😍 I love it! Also, can we talk about how (Y/n) is literally me, but not because (Y/n) is everything I am not?

I just realized, that made no freaking sense 😬

I'm definitely not taking that away.

For all of you guys that have Netflix, I recommend watching Agents of SHIELD. It basically follows up after the Battle of New York from the first Avengers movie. It's really good, I highly recommend it! Hint, hint, hint, you might want to watch it after the Battle of New York because I have something big planned that involves the first season of the show.

Love, Kaitlynn 😍❤

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yusuke-of-valla · 4 years

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like rats fleeing a sinking ship, pt. 5

Whumptober Day 7: I’ve got you

Prompt “Support”

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AO3

Makoto turns over and stares at the cream colored wall, and tries not to think about the police radio tucked into Sae’s bag on the other side of her bed.

They’d been using it to stay one step ahead of the police ever since the arrest went out, but according to Sae they’re safe enough that Makoto doesn’t have to be constantly listening to it. Of course, the real reason Sae has confiscated it is because Makoto’s been listening to it obsessively for any news of her friends.

“I can hear you thinking.” Sae says.

Makoto sighs and sits up. “I’m just-”

“-worried, I know. I understand how you feel. But, you have to drop it. There’s nothing you can do.”

“What?”

“You tried, and you failed. I have no doubt if you’re arrested Shido will have you killed. The best you can do right now is keep yourself safe.”

“I know that, but they’re my friends, Sae. I don’t like not knowing about what’s going on.”

“The radio’s not going to help with that. I mean it’s been what, four days? And you’ve only heard about Kitagawa and the Sakuras, and what good has that done you?”

Makoto’s head shoots up, her stomach churning with fear and hope. “Has anything come up about them?”

Sae’s face scrunches in concern. “No.”

The announcement about Yusuke had come on while they were getting out of the city, and Sae practically had to put Makoto in a headlock to keep her from turning the car around to try and help him. Then, Sae had left to get ice when an announcement over the radio said that they’d arrested Sojiro and Futaba was missing came, and she’d come back to Makoto screaming at it, in tears.

That was when Sae had confiscated the radio and refused to leave Makoto alone for even a second.

“That means they haven’t been captured.” Sae says.

Makoto stares at her hands, tracing her thumb along the lines of her palm. Sae sits down in the bed next to her. “I’m sorry, Makoto.”

“If you really understood how I felt, you’d let me go back to Tokyo.”

“Not this again-”

“They need me!”

“They’ll be fine.”

“You don’t know that! Neither of us know that!”

“What can you do?”

“I can heal them! I can devise strategies if we’re working with fewer people, I can get to different places quickly with Anat, I can help them take down Shido and we can fix this!”

“Or you could die! It could be you locked in a deep dark interrogation room and getting beaten to a pulp.”

“Not if you helped me! Are we our father’s daughters or not?”

“Our father got himself killed and left us to pick up the pieces!” Sae snaps, and Makoto realizes there’s a tear streaking down her cheek, and Makoto’s retort dies in her throat.

“Sis…”

“I’m supposed to look out for you, and I know I haven’t been doing a good job of that recently, but I can’t lose you too, Makoto.”

Makoto racks her brain to find the right words.

“You’re more likely to lose me if we’re being hunted the rest of our lives.”

“Shido wouldn’t bother with that.”

“As long as there are people who can access the Metaverse, we’re a threat to him. All it takes is a change of heart and everything he’s worked towards is undone. He won’t stop.”

Sae wipes her face and takes a deep breath. Makoto resists the urge to smile. She’s considering it.

“Are you sure that if you find your friends you’ll be able to successfully change Shido’s heart?” Sae asks.

“I know it.”

Sae gets up and walks to her own bed. “Ask me in the morning.” She flips off the light switch and leaves the two of them in the dark.

Makoto lies back down, closes her eyes, and counts her breaths until she falls asleep.

She feels the sunlight start to peak through the window, and when Makoto wakes up the next morning, Sae’s already up and dressed.

“Well?” Makoto asks.

“Good morning to you too.”

“Sis-”

“Fine, I’ll help you get back into Tokyo.”

Makoto grins.

“But only because I know if you say no you’ll do something reckless and go off on your own. At least this way I can make sure you’re prepared.”

Makoto nods and throws off the covers. “So I’ve already got an idea.”

“Me too.”

“It’s probably safer for me to get into the city on foot or on a bike-”

“But with the checkpoints, you’ll need some sort of distraction, or you’ll be caught immediately.”

The sisters share a look, and Makoto smiles, “I think we’ve got a plan.”

They spend the rest of the day finalizing the plan. Then the next morning, they check out of their room, and find a place where they can rent a motorcycle.

Sae meets Makoto back at their car with the bike. Old, and sputtering, but it’ll do the job.

“Are you ready?” Sae asks.

“Yeah. You?”

“Of course. Just stay safe, please.”

Makoto gives Sae a hug. “I will. Promise me you will too.”

Sae smirks. “Don’t underestimate me.” She hands Makoto the radio, her phone, and the keys to the bike, as well as some cash.

“I expect to hear about that calling card on the news.”

“Oh, you will.”

Sae drives off, and Makoto follows her about twenty minutes later. The sun is setting when the city starts to come into view, and it’s dark out when Makoto pulls over to the side of the expressway. She turns on the radio and waits until the officer at the checkpoint ahead of them announces Sae’s car has pulled through.

Then, Makoto pulls out Sae’s phone.

“H-hello? Is this who I’m supposed to call if I know about those Phantom Thieves?”

“Yes,” a woman’s voice says on the other end of the line. “Do you have any information for us?”

“Well I saw one of them, the Niijima girl heading into the city.” She describes Sae’s car heading towards the checkpoint ahead of her, and soon enough the officer on the radio curses and Makoto can hear sirens.

Makoto turns off Sae’s phone, and pulls the bike helmet over her face. When she arrives at the checkpoint, there are no officers, and Makoto is let through quickly by the toll worker. She pulls off in a different direction than the one she knows Sae went, and she rides on for a good while.

Makoto’s plan is to head to Yogen-jaya, but instead she stops when she sees a familiar face.

“Mishima!” Makoto calls as she pulls over. Mishima looks up and spots her, eyes widening.

“Niijima! You’re here? Is everything alright?”

Makoto nods. “Yeah, I was just wondering if you knew anything about the others.”

“Nah. I haven’t seen Kurusu yet. Honestly I’ve been avoiding him ever since the cops came to school asking questions about the PhanSite.”

Makoto sighs. So much for this being easier than she thought. “Alright, thanks.”

She’s about to drive off when Mishima jumps in front of her bike. “Wait! I-it’s late! It’s probably ore suspicious for you to be driving around, do you need a place to stay for the night?”

Makoto blinks at him. “Wait, really?”

Mishima rubs the back of his neck. “Well, yeah! My parents work late and won’t notice and I really wanna help you guys, and this seems better than just, I don’t know, deleting mean comments on the PhanSite.”

“Wow. Thanks Mishima.”

Mishima waves her off. “No problem! I should be thanking you, you guys do so much for everyone.”

“Well, you’re a lot of help too.” Makoto says. “I mean we wouldn’t even know where to start without you, sometimes.”

Mishima looks at his feet. “Thanks. Um, anyway, can I get a ride? I’ll tell you where I live and then tomorrow we can see about talking to Kurusu.”

“Sure.”

Mishima hops on the back of the bike, and points Makoto towards his home. They’re cut short, however when they pass by a TV display blaring an urgent news update.

A harried reporter sits at her desk, reading off a report. “-was arrested this evening. Niijima and Sojiro Sakura, who was also arrested for aiding the Phantom Thieves, will stand trial in five days, the night before the election.”

#alto writes #whumptober2020 #no.7 #on the run au #persona 5 #makoto niijima #sae niijima #mishima yuuki #support #wordcount: 1000-1500 #queuety and vice

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spacehologramcollection · 5 years

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NSFW Alphabet for Sub-Zero/Kuai Liang.

Felt cute might delete later. But on a serious note, Anon, you requested it and you got it.

Ples be gentle with me, I’ve actually never wrote for Mortal Kombat, but 11 came out and I am once more back on my NSFW bullshit. Feeling blessed. Now time for the drill, this is HEAVY NSFW under the ‘keep reading’ So 18+ This isn’t getting tagged NSFW either, because Tumblr is run by Puritans and it will get deleted. Warnings; Smut, if you can believe it. Swearing, because I am British and everything that we write/say is filled with horrific swears. GIF does not belong to me! ENJOY. I am so sorry.

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

The king of Aftercare. You are so fragile and precious to him, he wants to ensure you’re okay, feeling well and fine. He is also a sucker for routines, so gets himself into one for after. He’ll cuddle you, make sure you’re okay, make you tea and do anything else you want. He will not rest and cannot get comfortable until he’s done his little routine.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) The man likes his chest. Let’s be fair guys, he has his tits out in nearly every one of his outfits. He’s not an overly vain guy however, so don’t be expecting him to boast about it. The reasoning behind it, is just because he loves it when you lay on it. Your body part it would be your lips or your hands. He loves to hold your hands or have your fingers trace his skin. It’s tactile touch, something he loves and adores and something he’s been deprived of a fair bit. As for you lips, there so soft and he loves to run his fingers over them. Also, they aren’t bad to kiss. He’s a big sweetie rather than an overly- sexual guy.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person) Mess is not a massive thing for him. He’d prefer to minimise mess as much as possible. So, he’d prefer to cum in you. But if you’re not okay with that he will happily pull out or just use protection. Your comfort is one of the most important things to him.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) He’d never admit this, but it actually gets him going when he see’s you in a Lin Kuei outfit. He’s not sure why. It just does. The tips of his ears go slightly pink and you swear you catch a slight blush spread across his face. This is a secret he will take to the grave with him. Nobody can know, and nobody will know. He has a reputation to uphold.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) Please do not @ me for this. Buuutt “I have no time to socialise” But he is not that experienced. I headcanon that he’s probably not, he hasn’t had the time. His whole life has literally been planned for him, living in a mystic temple in the middle of bum fuck nowhere. So yeah, Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei yeah, Grandmaster of experience, probably not. He makes up for it in enthusiasm and he’s a damn fast learner.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual this will not because Tumblr is run by puritans) Even though it is a pretty tame and basic position, he loves it when you’re on top. Why? Because he doesn’t mind giving you control. He’s always in control and he just want to be for once. That, and he loves looking up at you whilst you ride him. He’s always a look of awe on his face. Hands gripping your hips, thumbs caressing your hip bones whilst you do so.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc) He’s serious in nature all the time. He doesn’t even try and it’s just something that comes naturally to him. It’s also his default face, all serious and stoic. He’s no different when you’re intimate. He’s extremely serious during.

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.) Man takes care of himself. So, everything is kept pretty trimmed, neat and tidy.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) Extremely intimate. He can’t be very touchy feely with you during the day. He has to hold himself to a high standard, not in a vain way, but he has to set an example for the rest of the Clan. He cannot be seen as being ‘too soft’ type of thing. It’s also not proper for the Grandmaster to be into PDA either. So, when it’s just the two of you, he feels he can finally be connected to you. All of its in private, its just the two of you and that’s it. He’ll maybe say things he can’t say outside your shared room as well. He’s just a big softie, very intimate, lots of eye contact and caressing type business.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon) He’s pretty good at supressing his sexual urges. Very disciplined. In the past, he treat it like a chore almost, if he had to do it. He’d often used Meditation as a crutch to try and get over it. If it’s an inappropriate time, or if he’s just too busy to find the time to please himself. He’ll be able to grit through it. He’d only do it if he just had an itch that Meditation, training and reading couldn’t scratch. If you’re not with him when an urge arises, and he cannot take his mind off it, he’ll have to do it too. Always thinking of you of course. It’s no longer a chore/task that needs to be taken care of.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks) Man does not have a lot of kinks but… Temperature play (Pretty obvious) He always thought his power would be a nuisance and a hindrance when it came to touch. It doesn’t affect him, but he knows how cold he naturally is. He’d be pretty happy to hear, that there is a type of pleasure that can be brought about from it. He’d learn all the ins an outs. It feels sort of special to him? Like he’s causing you immense pleasure from his power, which, is pretty unique. He’s not vain about it, not boastful either. It’s a secret you share. Humble Kuai. He also loves to praise you

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do) Yeah, you aren’t going to be fucking on his throne or anywhere that’s public any time soon. Bedroom, maybe the shower at a push. He’s got a reputation to maintain, that and PDA makes him extremely uncomfortable. Prying eyes aren’t needed. The thought of someone catching you when you’re intimate, makes him a little nauseas. He prefers the privacy of the bedroom, it feels more intimate and it’s the space you share.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going) There are a few things that really get him going. Small touches throughout the day. Just little brushes to the arms, your hand squeezing his briefly, that sort of thing. He craves intimate touch but knows he has to restrain himself from PDA. But these little touches, they mean a lot to him. And they make him crave actually fucking you, the thought of his fingers caressing your stomach or your face as he fucks you; rather than caressing your arm quickly as he passes. The thoughts keep him going through the day until he can get you alone at night. He’ll always keep composure though, nobody knows he’s actually thinking of you, rather than paying attention. Watching you undress for him. He has no idea why it turns him on, all he knows in is it does it fiercely. He thinks its due to him finding you the most divine person on the planet, perfect in every way. So, he’s always in awe of you, every inch of you. When you call him Grandmaster as well. At first, he’s just happy someone isn’t being a disrespectful arsehole, like, then he realises you say it in a different tone when you’re alone. He notices the change in your voice and he kind of likes it. Not to be vain, but he loves it.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) He won’t hurt you, undermine you or degrade you. Anything that falls into those categories are on his ‘no list’ It makes him uncomfortable, you’re his partner and therefore his equal, you don’t deserve harsh words and degrading. You deserve praise. He also, doesn’t want the above done to him. He’s the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, has the mantle of Sub-Zero. So yeah, please don’t call him your ‘Sassy Ice slut’ He will not be happy with you.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc) He’s not a selfish man. Far from it. But he prefers to receive, he doesn’t mind giving don’t get me wrong. But he loves the feel of your mouth around his cock. You can literal make him fall to pieces whilst giving him oral. At first, he’d always grip the sheets whilst you were giving. He hated the thought of tangling his hands in your hair. Now, it’s his favourite thing to do. Your hair feels so good entangled in his fingers. He’ll always praise you on how well you’re doing, how amazing your mouth feels and just generally how great you are. He adores it. He can give, he’s not the greatest when you first start, but he develops some tricks that can have you a whining mess. His breath is really cold naturally, so it’ll make you jump at first. You’ll eventually get used to it though. Nothing better than having those eyes look up at you, whilst his face is buried in your cunt.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.) Fast and Rough is how he lives his life. Everything goes by so quickly, and his life is always fraught with some degree of danger. He wants everything to be different with you. So Slow and Sensual. He’ll focus on every stroke, every push and pull. Rake in every detail. It’s intimate, soft and passionate. The exact opposite of what his life is like outside of your room. He will speed up when he gets closer. But everything is well thought out, planned and expertly performed. He can do fast and rough but only in certain circumstances.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.) As much as he doesn’t like them. Sometimes its all he can manage. And he hates it. He would prefer to spend his time with you, worshipping every inch of you. He prefers proper sex for the reason. But he knows with his schedule, they are sometimes needed and required. Before he leaves in a mission, if he wants to feel your skin on his before he leaves; he knows he will have to do it quick but not dirty. He still tries to make it romantic and passionate. He’ll never fuck in a closet or anywhere semi-public.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.) He’s game to experiment with new positions, but he will not experiment with new locations. He cannot get caught, doesn’t want to get caught and will not jeopardise his reputation. He’s a stoic man and he carries a lot of weight on his shoulders. He also won’t do anything that will hurt either of you. He’s got a pretty open mind, but he may need convincing on certain things.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…) Stamina for days. His training has other advantages. Man is dedicated to that routine and its paid off in the bedroom. He could go for at least two long rounds. But he prefers one for two reasons. One, he’s lucky he can manage to have one round let alone two. Two, he loves to dedicate himself to you for as long as possible. Can last around an hour, he can set his pace to match yours, if he senses you’re tiring he’ll finish quicker. If you’re matching him and begging him to go longer he will do. Entirely receptive to your needs. However, you’ll always be left a panting mess, whilst he’s left fairly calm and relaxed.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?) Doesn’t trust technology, so no vibrators for you. But on a serious note, not happening. He can get you off himself and doesn’t need assistance. But if you wanted to use one, he would not stop you, because you are your own person and can do what you like. Not that you’d ever want one after fucking him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Teasing isn’t on the cards. It just doesn’t feel normal to him. If he ever does it, its unintentional. Or, it’ll be him giving you small arm touches to get you going. It’s not overt and excessive however. He’s not going to sext you a pic when he’s on a mission. That won’t ever happen. Sorry.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make) He’s not loud either. Don’t expect him to be screaming your name to the heavens. It won’t be happening any time soon. He’s like a master assassin, he can control his noises fairly well. He’ll moan a little and groan maybe. The only time you’ll ever hear him increase his volume, will be when you’re deepthroating his cock. Take him by surprise when you’re sucking him off and he will moan. He’s learned to anticipate your moves now though, but he will still try and not restrain himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice) Smutty; Extremely skilled with his fingers. Also, there on the colder side, but not so much so there uncomfortable. Fluffy; He will give you his headband to wear around your arm when he goes away. He’ll also replace it with one of your favourite colour. He fights for his clan and for you. He just wants you to have a piece of him when he’s away, and he wants a piece of you with him when he’s so far away. He’ll also leave you handwritten notes, that you have to decipher, because you have to keep your mind sharp!

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words) Not overly massive but not small. It’s on the bigger side of average. So probably like 5’5-5’7.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?) His sex drive is that high. 3/4 times a week probably, but that’s if he gets his way. His schedule is ridiculous. The Clan take precedent. So, you’re probably looking at 2 times a week. He does make every moment count.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) He has a strict sleep schedule. He will always be asleep fore 11. He has to wake early so he has to sleep early. So, it will depend on the time you’ve finished fucking really. If you’re both just lounging in bed after and its still pretty early; he will let you fall asleep first, he does like to make sure you’re okay and comfortable first. But to be fair, he’ll probably tire you out that you fall asleep at a similar time.

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rosapeachhogwartsmystery · 5 years

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I’m not my brother! - part 1 (Hogwarts Mystery imagine -fem!reader)

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Words: 2k

A/N: I have rewritten the first part of I’m not my brother. I will not delete the old story (yet). I hope you enjoy this newer version. It used to be a story set somewhere during the third year, but I changed it to the fourth year. Hopefully I will also upload more different endings than I did with the older version.

Summary: ‘Oh, you are just like your brother’. Comments like that were getting on your nerves lately. It was like you weren’t your own person. No, you were just like Jacob. You were starting to get sick of it. You tried to stay calm whenever people compared you to your brother, but during Potions class it was getting pretty difficult to ignore all these snide remarks about you and your brother...

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No matter what you did in Hogwarts, you would always be compared to your brother. For example, your parents told you to be careful and asked you not to do things you will regret. They didn’t want you to go down the same path as your brother. What your parents told you wasn’t too bad, after all they were just looking out for you. You knew they didn’t want another tragedy in the family. Now Jacob is missing, they didn’t want to lose you as well. The Cursed Vaults were the reason your brother disappeared and you seemed to looking for the same things like Jacob. You could handle it to be compared to Jacob when your parents compared you two.

Unfortunately, they weren’t the only ones who compared you to Jacob. Even when you bought your wand you were compared to your brother. You felt sorry for your brother, but you weren’t sure if you would be able to find him. Jacob could be anywhere after all.

Once you got into your first year, you realized how many people were judgmental, because you were Jacob Y/L/N’s younger sister. Not only the students were judgmental, but the teachers were as well. Whatever you did, you would be compared to your brother. Did you do a great job at Charms? Well, you were just as talented as your brother. You failed brewing a potion? Well you are you as incapable as your brother was at Potions. Yeah, every teacher reminded you of that. It was starting to get on your nerves but didn’t do much about it. What could you do about it? Ask them to stop comparing you to Jacob? They probably didn’t always mean to compare you to him. Besides, you probably would get in trouble if you ask them to stop talking about you and Jacob. It also wouldn’t immediately change something and the other students would probably continue to keep comparing you to him anyways…

After four years of hearing things like that, you were feeling pretty fed up by it all. It was like no one saw you as Y/N. No, you were just Jacob Y/L/N’s younger sister, the one who was just as mad and deranged as Jacob was. Yeah, they saw you as a threat to ruin Y/H’s reputation even more, just like Jacob ruined Y/H’s reputation. They didn’t care how many House Points you collected, nothing mattered, because they just compared you to Jacob anyways. Things were usually worse when you had your Potions class… The class you had right now.

You were trying to focus on brewing potions when Merula was trying to insult you.

“You really are as mad as your brother, Y/L/N.” She said with a grin. “It’s quite obvious when I look at your mediocre brewing skills.”

You gritted your teeth and glared at her. “I’m not. Also, I’m doing pretty okay in Potions class.”

“Snape doesn’t like you though.” Merula rolled her eyes. “You and Jacob are definitely alike; you both are looking for the Cursed Vaults and your brother got into trouble because of the Cursed Vaults. Soon, you will be in trouble as well. I’m sure they will do just the same to you as they did to your brother.” She pretended like she was snapping a wand into two pieces.

“Shut up, Snyde!”

“What is up with all the noise?” Professor Snape said when he walked over to Merula and you. He looked pretty annoyed at you both, like he was ready to punish you for disrupting his class.

“Nothing, Professor.” Merula said with a small smile, trying to be innocent.

Snape immediately turned to you, raising an eyebrow at you. “Well, I suppose I could ask Miss Y/L/N what was going on. After all, you were the one who raised your voice just now.”

You were still feeling pretty annoyed, like you were on the verge of getting angry. You were certain you would lose House Points whether you would say the truth or not. It was like responding to him would be pointless at this point.

Rowan lightly tapped your shoulder and whispered. “Y/N, you should answer…”

“Be quiet, Miss Khanna.” Snape said, making Rowan quiet again. He looked at you waiting for an answer. “I’m pretty sure Miss Y/L/N can answer this herself.”

“Nothing, sir. It was nothing…” You mumbled.

“Of course not.” He muttered, rolling his eyes. “I suppose lying to other people also runs in your family, Miss Y/L/N. I remember when your brother did the same things in my class room.”

That was the last straw.

“I’m not my brother…!” You shouted angrily, standing up.

Everyone in the classroom was quiet and looked at you. Even Snape looked surprised at your outburst just now.

“Excuse me…?” Snape asked, narrowing his eyes a bit when he looked at you.

“I’m not my brother.” You repeated. You didn’t care how angry or scary Snape looked at you right now. You were done with everyone comparing you to Jacob. “I’m not Jacob Y/L/N!”

“Sit down, Miss Y/L/N.” He said as calmly as possible. He looked like he was ready to give you detentions for life if you didn’t stop.

You didn’t cower in fear when he gave you that look. No, you just looked pissed off, like you were ready to continue shouting at him. “No, I will not sit down, Professor. Not before we all understand I’m NOT Jacob.”

Rowan once again tried to help you, grabbing the sleeve of your robes. “Y/N, calm down…”

You pulled your arm away from Rowan and shook your head. “No…! I will not calm down, Rowan.”

“Ten points from Y/H.” Snape simply said, hoping it would stop this outburst of yours.

“You were going to take points from my house no matter what I would do.” You laughed in disgust. “Just because Jacob Y/L/N happens to be my brother doesn’t mean I’m the same!” You shouted in anger before you stormed out of the class. You needed to get out of here… You had felt the tears welling up in your eyes and you didn’t want to break down in front of the class…

Everyone in the classroom was still quiet. They were shocked to see you have an outburst like that. Most people felt a bit sorry for you, even Merula. Although she would never admit she felt sorry for you in public. She would probably say something to you if she caught you somewhere alone. She knew she probably had gone too far this time and she felt obligated to apologize to you.

Rowan knew you didn’t like to be compared to your brother. She has been in the same class with you for the last four years. She has seen you flinch whenever someone compared you to your brother. She would definitely try to talk to you when she has the chance. After all, that’s what a best friend does, right?

Barnaby had seen everything as well. He was mostly surprised to see you so angry. He would never have thought to see you like that, especially in Potions class. You seemed to be pretty composed most of the time. You seemed to have patience. He could understand it wasn’t usual for you to have an outburst like that. He was a bit oblivious to the fact that you didn’t like it to be compared to your brother, but he never compared you to Jacob before. You were just Y/N after all.

Snape cleared his throat. “Let us continue.” He said before he began continuing his class. He was aware some people didn’t seem to be focussing a lot on their Potion. People seemed to be more eager to discuss about what just happened in class, talking about your outburst.

Although, the people you were friends or acquainted with seemed to be quiet. They weren’t focussing on their Potion either, just quietly thinking about what happened.

Snape just shook his head and knew he would probably have to review this Potion during the next class again.

Once the class was over, the word had spread already. Everyone seemed to be talking about your outburst during Potions class. Of course, Penny was one of the first people to hear about it. She felt bad for not realising how much you disliked being compared to your brother. She knew it sometimes caused trouble for you, but she never realised how awful you must have felt after years of being compared to your brother. After all, Jacob was a very sensitive topic…

When Tulip passed Merula in a hallway, she shot a glare at her old friend. She definitely wasn’t okay with what happened. Merula might have been her friend in the past, but if she just had shut up about your brother you probably wouldn’t have had an outburst in Snape’s class. She definitely didn’t blame you for having an outburst like that. She knew she would probably have done the same thing if she was in your position.

Ben could imagine how hard it was for you to be compared to your brother all the time. He knew he probably wouldn’t have liked it either, especially when people like Merula looked down on you because of it. Perhaps he could do something to help you, after all you have helped him a lot in the past four years. This could be the time to repay you for helping him all the time. You probably needed someone to talk to and he was ready to listen to you, whether you were angry, sad or just really annoyed about it.

Bill heard about the outburst you had in Potions class during his free period. He was surprised to hear you had been yelling at Snape to make him stop comparing you to Jacob. He never would have thought you would lose your composure like that. You usually seemed to be doing fine, but apparently you had been bottling your feelings up. He frowned a little, wondering if he could do something to make you feel a little better.

Charlie frowned when he heard people talking about your outburst. Some people made it seem like you did something rebellious. ‘Not many people would yell at Snape like that.’ He definitely didn’t think it was okay. You were definitely dealing with something and people seemed to be making up things about how tough you were for standing up against Snape. They didn’t even seem to care what you had said. If he could just check up on you, he definitely would try to help you calm down a little more.

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“Has anyone seen Y/N after class?” Penny asked when the group got together to talk about what happened.

Everyone shook their head, not knowing where you were at the moment.

“She didn’t seem to come to any other class we had today.” Rowan said honestly, looking even more concerned. “Maybe I should have gone after her when she stormed out of class.”

“I was too shocked to even do anything. I have never seen her so angry before.” Barnaby admitted.

“I think she just wasn’t able to cope with Snape’s remark after the things Merula said to her.” Rowan said honestly.

“Of course, Merula was the one who began making snide remarks about Jacob.” Tulip frowned. “Y/N’s outburst was bound to happen eventually. If it wasn’t today, she would probably have had an outburst like that another time.”

“Tulip is right. Y/N had bottled up all these negative feelings for a while now. It was just unfortunate it happened during Snape’s class.” Bill said honestly.

“It definitely is unfortunate… Snape already dislikes her. he probably wouldn’t like her more after this outburst.” Rowan pointed out.

“We should probably figure out where we can find Y/N now. She might not want to see us right now, but she probably needs someone to talk to.” Charlie said honestly.

“She probably is somewhere secluded. I mean, I wouldn’t like it when people walk in on me when I am upset about something.” Ben said softly.

“Ben is right, she would probably be somewhere secluded. Although, there are quite some secluded places at Hogwarts. Maybe we should split up to different secluded places, so we can find her more quickly.” Andre suggested.

“I think that’s for the best.” Tulip nodded.

“Well, all right. Let’s split up and find Y/N.” Rowan said determined.

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yzssie · 5 years

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FANFIC GONE... GOOD? Pt. 2

Characters: Tom Hiddleston x reader

Chapters: 2/3

Warnings: (College) Teacher x student, smut.

Words: 2.6k

A/N:

Sorry for the late update everyone!! I decided to extend this fic a and it got me a little bit more time than I was expecting. I want to admit I was very shocked and touched by how many people liked this fanfic!!! I am so happy that you all enjoyed this and hope you will stay till the end! ❤ ❤

Please do tell me if I mistakenly added you to the Loki/Tom tag instead of “FANFIC GONE… GOOD?” or if you meant to be added on the general tag and I misunderstood you want just for this fanfic. I said I only have a general tag list, but then I had a lot of tag requests only for this work so I am a little bit disorganized. Please mention which tag you prefer (the specific fanfiction or the general one for Loki and Tom), or if you want to be changed or removed from the list! SEND ME A MESSAGE OR COMMENT PLEASE, do not hesitate, I totally understand your preferences! Thank you and I apologize for the confusion, darlings T_T !

I am writing only for Tom and his characters and I currently have only one work in progress except this, called “Ocean Eyes”. I also do drabbles/imagines! If you have any request hit me with an ask!

*part 3 is out, check Masterlist*

Feeling embarrassed to see Mr. Hiddleston the next day after the whole little adventure, you felt like not going to the college and so you did. And the next day too, and the next day too.

But now it’s the fourth day and you start to feel bad for avoiding classes. You messed this up by yourself so you should take action. Even if you’re going to be expelled or not, even if your teacher will hate you now, you can manage it… Can you?

Two hours later, you run through the corridor because you were still deciding upon going or not and found yourself late. It’s college though, nobody cares if you are late a few minutes, but you honestly don’t want Mr. Hiddleston’s attention more than you already have it anyway. But unlucky you, the door is closed when you arrive in front of the classroom and you wonder if you should really go in or not. After a few seconds, you curse under your breath and open the door slowly. His look stops on you for longer than you were expecting but shrugged it off, continuing his explanation. But what do you see now that you managed to escape his mesmerizing eyes? All the back seats were occupied by some new people and your heart sinks when the only empty seat was right in the front row. Your friend gives you an apologetic smile while you sit down and try to avoid making eye contact with your teacher.

Tom couldn’t deny that your absence caught his attention, though he understands it, he felt relieved when he saw you walking through the door. At the same time, he is feeling conflicted by your presence, memories of your little vicious fanfiction coming back to his mind. He sees you avoiding to peek at him and can’t help but smirk. You probably think he’s furious, and God he is, but you stirred something in him, something inexplicable and he becomes aware of his uncomfortable twitch in his pants. All the fantasies, the fetishes you hide behind your quite image, which he understands it is now only a façade for your sensual self. He hasn’t seen you around with boys much, even if he could observe their glances to your hidden body, but you never glanced back, at least that’s how it looked like during the breaks between his two courses with your class on Monday.

“Ok class, quick test,” his voice stops your pen from scribbling and everyone groans.

He never gave one. Is he mad because he saw you? Your eyes look up and meet his, holding the stare a little before you break the eye contact. He shares the test papers on each desk, his arm brushing your shoulder while he passes by you, making you flinch.

“You have 10 minutes,” he sits back at his desk and his gaze bores into you.

He now gets the chance to properly look at you for the first time. Your Y/H/C hair is falling on your delicate back in soft waves, few of your strands covering your shoulders and the sides of your blushing cheeks. He noted your reaction at his “accidental brush”. Your clothes are always pretty classy, not revealing much, but just subtly showing some of your curves, like your firm round ass that accentuated your waist more. You aren’t exactly the very skinny type, mostly because you are pretty tall and that will not be the best choice for those deliciously looking legs, thighs a little bit thick, urging hands to grab them. Unfortunately or not, today you aren’t wearing pants, but an over knee length skirt, matching with your mahogany blouse. His eyes travel to your exposed collarbone, the part of your body it seems you always preferred to show off more, smooth skin unstained. Your blouse is nicely wrapping your breasts, not too big but not too small. He’s now finding you attractive, despite he never thought about his students as potential partners. His eyes are now on your rosy lips which you bite while answering his questions and his thoughts fly at the idea of his own teeth grazing over them. You probably noticed his gaze on you because you start shaking your leg, unwillingly exposing more skin.

You feel his stare and squirm into your seat, afraid to glimpse at him. Is there any chance that he actually read your perverted confessions? This can’t be, can’t it? He deleted it in front of you. His darkened pierce on your figure is saying otherwise, there was no anger, no discomfort in his blue tainted orbs, but, lust? Are you imagining things? Yes, you might be.

“Alright, gather the tests to the first seat and you’re free to go.”

Everyone gives their test papers to you and you arrange them before handling to Tom, staring down. His fingers brush slightly yours while taking them and you can already feel goosebumps. Muttering a greeting, you turn away.

“Miss Y/N.”

You swear you almost died at how your name rolls on his tongue.

“Mind to drop off by my office in few minutes? I think there’s something you might want to explain.”

Shit. Shittttttttttttttttt. He knows. He read it. How?

“Ye… yes?” you stammer and he raises an eyebrow. “Yes,” a soft-spoken answer escapes your mouth.

You stop for the bathroom, checking yourself in the mirror while thinking of lies you could tell, but there is nothing.

Fuck, I'm going to get expelled, that's it.

You knock on the door and he opens it himself and you almost swear he checked the surroundings before closing it.

“It's truly amusing. Some days ago you were breaking in and now you barely knock on it.”

You don't reply while you stand up in front of his desk, not turning to look at him. He scans your back and his eyes stop on your ass. Oh, the urge.

“I truly enjoyed your essay,” he takes a seat on the small sofa in his office and you raise an eyebrow at his choice while he spreads his legs. “I think it’s truly…unique,” he rubs his beard.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” your voice is trembling, more because of how alluring he looks.

“Oh, I think you do,” he chuckles darkly and motions you to get closer. You do as you’re told and his hand grasps yours, turning you around and you tense. You’re practically standing up in front of your teacher who’s at the level of your ass.

“Strip,” his husky voice startles you. You turn your head around to look at him and his serious stare shocks you. This is really happening. “Do it before I tear off your clothes by myself.”

You shiver and with trembling hands get rid of your skirt. He sighs at the sight of your delicious ass covered with only white lacy panties. He pulls your waist before you even touch your blouse and makes you cradle his lap from the back, his hands land on your breasts and you moan, throwing your head on his shoulder. Your legs are thrown over his knees and they're open wide, making you totally vulnerable in this position. His gaze fixes to your front part, a wet trail staining your panties.

“Oh my, were you wearing this kind of lingerie from the beginning? Waiting for me to approve of you?”

There is no answer and an extremely gentle slap covers your core.

“Ah,” you gasp and he grips your thigh, waiting for the answer.

“Every day,” you reply and another slap lands on your left thigh, but this time you try to hold in the noise.

His hands are massaging your tits and you let out a moan. “I should reward you for being such a good student, shouldn’t I?” one of his hand travels to your stomach but pauses there, not going lower. “I do not hear you.”

“Yes,” a high pitched answer barely escapes from your lips when he tears off your panties. You are totally soaked.

“Did you touch yourself while writing down your fantasies about me?”

Oh, you did. You bite your lips at his question and try to raise your body a little bit to guide his hand where you need it but he pushes yourself down, his arm strongly keeping you in place.

“Answer me,” he thrusts his clothed manhood into your ass and another moan is heard.

“Sometimes,” you sharply inhale as your lower part is aching for attention.

“Show me,” he whispers and you would have come right there at his seductive tone. Your hand messily finds your folds and you slowly rub them, closing your eyes. He takes in the view, your hand traveling to your clit and slowly rubbing it, gaining a whimper from your pouty lips. He has never seen a hotter picture than you in his arms, doing yourself at his request. His crotch is rock hard and his lips land on your neck, wet soft kisses trailing down your sensitive skin. The hand resting on your stomach travels down and grasps yours, guiding your own finger to enter your glistening hole. You moan when he inserts your index finger with his own, pumping slowly inside your tightening walls.

“Mr. Hiddleston,” you moan, melting into his hold.

“Tell me what do you want love,” he removes your hand but quickly returns with two fingers of his own.

“You,” you finally buck your hips and try to meet his thrusts.

“Details sweetheart,” his fingers fasten the movements and you barely can think in English at that moment. He hits your sensitive spot quickly and you become a moaning mess in his lap. He stops right when your orgasm is approaching and you whine. “If you won’t talk I will not allow your release.”

He wants to hear your own voice stating the fantasies you have been writing.

“I want to you fuck me,” you pant when you see he has no intention to keep fingering you.

“How?” his tongue licks your neck.

“Here, on the couch, on the desk, on the wall, floor, everywhere you want,” you give in and a growl emanates from him.

“Look at me,” he grips your chin and you open your eyes slowly, meeting his darkened ones. “I will ravish you in all the ways possible for making my teacher life a struggle,” he turns you around and you throw your hands around his neck, kissing him deeply. His lips were so soft against yours and he tasted sweet but spicy, an aftertaste similar to drinking whiskey cream. Your hands are struggling with his shirt buttons and you finally expose his chiseled chest, muscles tense at your fragile touch. You graze your nails on his abdomen, making him moan and throw his head back on the couch. You unbuckle his belt quickly and rub his clothed dick, this time enticing a loud groan. He removes his pants and places your core on his thigh. Your heart flips when you realize what he is going to do.

“Thigh riding huh?” he smirks at the memory of your fanfiction which included various ways of pleasuring methods he wouldn’t have initiated with anyone. But you are different, you yearn for him, for his touch. You fantasize about submitting to him, body and mind, eager for whatever he has in mind. And oh, how many things he will do to you. You wrecked his imagination, you brought up a feral side of him he didn’t think he had. And now you will be the one to be punished, to suffer and get pleasure for everything he will unveil. You will become his and he will become yours as you’ve always wanted.

He grips your waist and makes yourself rub on his skin, looking into your hooded eyes. You gasp at the new sensation, you wrote about it but never tried. Your hips start moving by themselves, and as soon as you try to break contact he jumps his knee, making you yelp.

“I want you to look at me when you cum, maintain the eye contact unless you want to try the orgasm denial today,” his lips twitch and you want to curse at him. How can you keep your gaze onto his face? Those eyes are so intimidating, so needy, revealing a new image of the teacher who made your head spin. His breath was getting heavier like yours, lips parted, wetting them whenever his gaze is shortly moving to your juices spilling on his thighs. His eyebrows furrow at each moan you give out, exposing the pleasure he gets from torturing you but at the same time the rush for the need to bond with you. A silent gasp envelops your expression, trying to look straight at him while a hot wave hits your whole body. You steady yourself supporting your body with your arms on his thigh while your core finally releases the frustration with a shaking orgasm.

“That was so fucking hot,” his British accent makes your core ache again as if it hasn’t had its release seconds ago.

He leads you on the couch but right when his boxers are meant to fly, a knock makes both of you jump from the compromising position. He quickly buttons up his shirt and you grab your skirt, forgetting the panties which were ripped anyway. He grabbed and stuffed them in his pocket while leaning into his armchair.

“Yes,” he clears his voice before shifting his gaze to the person entering his office.

“Tom, I need you to…” the blonde woman stops when she sees you sitting on the chair in front of him. “Oh, did I disturb you from something?”

“No,” he replies while shoving some fallen papers under his desk and acting as he is searching for something by flipping some other documents.

“Finally got yourself a teacher assistant?” she smirks while she seats next to you and you greet her with a soft tone.

“I actually did,” he seems unfazed by the woman’s glances at your flushed face. Could she see that you have just had an orgasm? Your appearance must be a little bit messy and your mind panics at the thought.

“Really? I thought I would be seeing all the female students cueing in front of your door,” she smirks and for a moment you feel pissed at her mocking tone.

“I did not announce it. Just brought in my best student, isn’t this how it should actually be?” he stops to look at you, eyes drawling on your lips before returning to the blonde teacher who was savoring his presence through her eyes. You could tell she’s totally into him because you know that stare very well, only that you kept hiding yours, not showing it off as a hungry hyena.

“Well, I am sure that everyone in your class tries really hard to gain your attention,” she crosses her leg over the other.

“I am pretty sure teachers might try the same,” you reply nonchalant and her eyes widen at your bold statement. Tom smirks amused at your subtle outburst and quickly shifts the woman’s attention to him.

“Did you come for the grades checking right? I almost forgot,” he stands up and you both do the same.

“Is it fine if we do it in your office? Mine is a mess as you can notice, I can’t find some old essays and I needed help, but as it is probably obvious, we haven’t had any luck yet,” his legs head for the door and the other teacher smiles at him.

“Of course Tom,” the way his name draws on her tongue makes you sick. She exists first and you follow her next, but Tom grabs your hand.

“Don’t wear any underwear tomorrow,” he whispers and you feel a thrill traveling your spine, “And make sure I see it,” he quickly lets go of you with a light slap on your ass and excuses himself to the bathroom.

Oh, the bulge.

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Mun Things and Fandom Notes

about the mun. fill this out & tag a few people you’d like to get to know better !

tagged by the lovely @vetlanwrites tysm tagging some people I haven’t tagged before: @amalgammuses, @animus-inspire, @kychchc, @rotinthedark, @warofthebeasts & YOU!

name: my name is [ loud music interrupts ] nickname: you can call me Kat or KF! preferred pronouns: she/her age range: 30+ favorite animal: cats pets: cat and a dog tattoos/piercings: I had my ears pierced several times and they won’t stay pierced so I gave up on anything -shrug- star sign: virgo! I’m an August bby how long have you been in this fandom?: doing just the ones I currently have muses for, and not the ones I’ve only talked about -

Dragonball(Z) - I’ve been writing in DBZ since... oh geez, the late 90′s? I think the first fic I ever posted was DBZ and it was around that time. I didn’t start rping it until like, early 00′s though.

Final Fantasy - I actually dabbled in 9 a little bit around the time it came out in ‘00 (my friend had it!) but I wouldn’t say I really did much until I really got into 7, and that was around... geez, ‘05? I rped it a little with a friend around then but I didn’t really start writing it much until nearly ‘10. #latetotheparty Yet I do consider it my “home” fandom - I always come back to it.

Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons - early ‘00s! My first HM/SoS game was Friends of Mineral Town on my trusty GBA and I love it so much to this day. SO excited for the remake!

Legend of Zelda - I really, really loved Ocarina of Time from the get-go when I got it on the N64 in ‘98 (I got it again for the GameCube and the 3DS and would totally buy it for the Switch, just sayin.) Majora’s Mask creeped me out a bit and was stressful but I liked it, too. And then of course later titles like Twilight Princess were just... -chef’s kiss- but I didn’t really dig into the fandom until ‘10-’11 when I started rping Link with a friend and briefly tried joining a forum rp group (shoutout to ZRPG!) with an OC

Marvel Cinematic Universe - I want to say around ‘12, when Avengers came out? Like, I’d seen Iron Man but I didn’t really dig into it until then.

Pokémon - late 90′s / early 00′s because I first started my Pkmn journey playing Gold and Crystal. While I didn’t write fanfic or rp it, I definitely had headcanons and a lot of feels.

Sailor Moon - early 90′s! I first watched the anime as it came out, though I’ve since forgotten most of that and only have the manga/crystal in my head to run interpretations off of. It was so pretty tho.

Stardew Valley - a newer fandom for me, I really only started getting “into” it about a year ago, but man... I love it, I really do

Star Wars - despite early access to the OT as a kidlet, I didn’t actually get “into” Star Wars until the Prequels in ‘99 (fite me) when I fell in love with Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan and promptly, voraciously, dove into fixit and timetravel fanfic. By the time KOTOR came out in ‘03 I was hooked.

Threads of Fate - I think I got into this one on the ground floor, so to speak. My friend had just gotten it and I borrowed it from her and my brother’s PS1 in ‘00 and that was it, I was in love.

why did you choose this specific character/s?: under a cut bc I have like... nearly 30 muses now

I’m doing alphabetical order (by fandom / first name) bc it’s just easier to go down my list:

tl;dr I picked them all because I love them. Read on to find out why. Click their names to read their bios!

Dragonball Z

Vegeta - oh man, actually one of the first characters I ever rp’d or wrote in fic, and that’s saying something. I picked him because I love him. He’s an absolute ass, but he grows so much throughout Z. (I have yet to see Super, hoping to one day remedy that but we’ll see!) I guess I picked him up for nostalgia’s sake? I really love the character and think there’s a lot of growth yet to see buried under that pride and ego. If you can unearth it.

Final Fantasy

Angeal Hewley (FF7) - actually my first muse on Tumblr, back in... oh, 2013? The blog has been deleted, but he was the first muse I ever played seriously out of FF7. There’s parts of Angeal that really resonate with me, enough that - when I was a less experienced writer - I got tangled up in him a bit too much, made him a bit too personal, and I realized I had to take a step back from writing him. But I love Angeal, and after some time had passed, having written him in various fics, I’ve felt confident adding him... even if I haven’t done anything with him here yet.

Cait Sith (FF7) - I know a lot of people see Cait Sith as all sorts of negative things, but frankly I adore the little guy. And I guess I took him on partially because I couldn’t take Reeve on and not take Cait on, but partially because I see so much in him that could be interesting to explore and would really, really love to. (Any Reeve’s or AVALANCHE - or Turks! - come at me!)

Chaos (FF7) - I picked Chaos up on a whim, as far as Tumblr goes. I really enjoy rping him/Vincent off Tumblr and writing him in fics, and I suppose I just wanted to present a different side of him than I usually see. I’ve even had a thread that has a great deal of promise so I think it was worth it.

Genesis Rhapsodos (FF7) - my third FF7 blog, I think? It’s still up, though obviously not in use, just because I’d put so much work into it. I really adore Genesis, and love writing him. I love his sass and flare, but I love that he’s deeper than all the fire and flamboyance, if you’re willing to look past that. I’m lucky that I’ve had some lovely partners to explore him with, though I’d still kill for an Angeal to throw him at. XD Or a Sephiroth, for that matter.

Lazard Deusericus (FF7) - Lazard, my second FF7 blog and an unexpected love. I picked him up because I had recently started writing him in earnest with an off-Tumblr rp partner ( @thegeeksqueaks ) and was really enjoying him, and hadn’t seen him on Tumblr yet so thought I might get more partners that way. (It turned out there were a couple but they were inactive.) His first blog was accidentally deleted - over five years worth of character development and relationships - so after briefly working him up again solo I brought him over here. He’s not getting the same level of attention but it’s worth it not to be juggling blogs.

Reeve Tuesti (FF7) - pre-Remake, most of the Reeve rpers had gone inactive (shoutout to the fabulous @engineering-robotics and @animus-inspire for coming back!) and just... I love the character too much not to see him in the RPC. Of course, I love to write him period myself so I’d love more threads there but regardless he’s so much fun.

Tristan Pierce (FF7 OC) - Triiiiiiiiiis. Tristan was actually born as an NPC off of Lazard’s blog, who took a life on his own because he was just... so full of life. He actually had his own blog, too! I’ve barely done anything with him here, but I still keep him just because he gives me feels and he’s just neat. (He does still appear in the background of Lazard’s threads though.)

Harvest Moon / Story of Seasons

Iris (SoS) - I actually picked up Iris as a muse first for a fantastic HM/SoS/SDV/etc rp group I’m in a couple years ago, and liked playing her so much I thought I’d bring her here. Elegant lady novelist? Yes please.

Neil (ANB) - unlike Iris and Trent, I haven’t written Neil anywhere else, but he’s my love from A New Beginning and just... he seems like he’d be fun to write? I’d love to flesh him out.

Doctor/Trent (FoMT/MFoMT; DS/CUTE) - Trent, like Iris, is one I write for the rp group and I legit picked him up because of the opportunity for h/c I am not sorry. But seriously though, he’s grown on me so much and I love my awkward doctor.

Legend of Zelda

Midna (Twilight Princess) - TP is one of my absolute favorite Zelda games, and Midna a favorite character. There’s just so much to her you don’t get to see that I was really hoping to get to dig into, still hope one day to. We’ll see. Worth keeping on roster.

Revali (Breath of the Wild) - my newest addition! I keep saying in complete seriousness “Genesis with more feathers” but seriously, I may have a type? I love him so much and wanted to see more of him, and by god if I have to do it myself so be it. (I have been playing a ton of BOTW lately which probably has a lot to do with it. XD)

Sheik (Ocarina of Time) - I love them so much. OoT didn’t have a ton of character building, but the sheer implications of the character speaks volumes that I want to explore. I’m lucky enough to be getting the chance to, too.

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Tony Stark - did I mention I have a type? I feel he makes a good argument for it. I originally picked Tony up because I just fell head over heels for the character in the first couple Iron Man movies + Avengers. I... am less in love with him in the later movies, not gonna lie, and am so far behind on lore that I’m considering dropping him. But yeah, originally picked him up just because he had so much potential. Thx Disney, great job there.

Pokémon (gameverse)

Lily Hart (HG/SS OC) - another OC of mine, this time for a fandom that... I only really know through the games, as opposed to manga/anime. I picked her up because I really liked the idea of doing events or little ask things with her, and still may try to initiate some more of those. We’ll see?

Sailor Moon (manga/Crystal)

Ami Mizuno/Sailor Mercury - I actually picked Ami up because of a plot with @magicalxgirlsxrp where we were splitting up the Inners and the Shitennou for some mega threads. XD But yeah, I do like her. Even if she’s a challenge to write sometimes because she’s very much not like me, and very much smarter.

Kunzite - Kunzite I have always loved, always, and I’ve had him on here because I really wanted to explore him more. I love him even more after the teasing in Crystal of what might have been, be still my shippy heart.

Mamoru Chiba/Endymion/Tuxedo Mask - super fond of Mamoru, too; I didn’t care for him so much in the 90′s anime, but in the manga and Crystal I really became more fond. I do a few things differently, I think, but don’t we all? I picked him up for that very reason, in fact.

Minako Aino/Sailor Venus - Minako is really interesting to me because there’s so much more to her than her airheaded, bubbly persona that fits her like a glove... but is just as superficial. I mean, she’s sunny and happy but she’s also the OG Senshi, the leader of the Inners, a powerful, commanding fighter - she’s complex, and I really wanted to explore that + getting to have fun with her bubbliness.

Nephrite - another picked up from @magicalxgirlsxrp‘s enabling. But I do find him really interesting so it works out well. Haven’t done a lot with him, but we have plans. Plans I’m looking forward to.

Stardew Valley

M. Rasmodius - I knew I really wanted to do something with SDV, once I got to playing it, but I wasn’t sure who. I thought about Sebastian and Elliot, but already had interacted with a couple who were just fantastic. So instead, I did a good fallback of mine - because I never, ever get tired of playing mages. Ever. XD

Star Wars

HK-47 (KOTOR) - the attitude. I wanted to write HK entirely because of the scorching levels of sass from this droid.

Liana Raine (SWTOR f!JC) - the Jedi Consular storyline is one of my favorites out of all of SWTOR (tied with the Inquisitor, but I’m revamping her) and I really just wanted to keep playing with it even once I’d done the dedicated storyline.

Revan (KOTOR LS!F) - give me female Revan you cowards. -ahem- I have feels about Revan, okay? I love her so, so much - she even had her own blog, I love her that much. I would absolutely love to do something more with her but I will hold on to her if for no other reason than to make sure at least one black, female Revan exists in the world. (I want all the timetravel and crossover threads, hit me up.)

Tharan Cedrax (SWTOR) - another for attitude, really, and also definitely my type. XD He’s charming, he’s snarky, he’s sassy, he’s brilliant... I very much like Tharan and really felt he, like most of the companions, deserved more screentime. So, I’m here to give it to him.

Threads of Fate (Dewprism)

Duke - he’s so cool. I mean, he’s a dork, but his powers are amazing and he’s just a fun, incredibly upbeat character to play. And well, anything to spread my love of that teeny fandom.

Fancy Mel - Mel hits all the sweet spots for a mage character. She’s got flavor, she’s got amazing powers, and she had room to create a fantastic backstory with amazing crossover potential. Is she a bit OP? Yes. But she has no intention of using it for anything but her amusement/whimsy.

Rod the Bladestar - I love Rod. I love his oddly genteel manners, I love how he’s unwittingly sexist but quickly cleans up his act when put straight, I love how driven and passionate he is. Could do without such a typically-Square-outfit, but you can’t have everything. (In the right artists’ hands, he might even be pretty amazing, actually.)

Did you read all of that? Amazing. Any of them strike your interest? Hmu and maybe we could plot a thread! :eyes:

Also I sincerely apologize to mobile users who had to read all that because Tumblr can’t get it’s act together.

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purplesurveys · 4 years

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Can you lift more than 100lbs? I can’t even lift 100 lbs flat. The most I’ve been able to deadlift was I think 80 or 90 lbs, but I already count that as an achievement since I weigh around that much anyway. What's your opinion on incest? Big yikes. Some memes can be hilarious but when you think about how incest will sometimes come from a place of sexual abuse within the family, it stops being funny so I’d rather take it seriously like 98% of the time. Do you have a favorite color for cats? Mmm I think orange is really cute. The few cats that have been nice to me are usually the orange ones. What was your latest email about? It’s an email from a transcribing website inviting me to their Slack. Since I can’t get a legit job for now, Gab let me know about these websites that’ll let you do some transcribing and pay you a few cents (around ₱15-20) for each of them. One of the sites I joined, whose test I passed, invited me to their Slack earlier today so I can be a part of the team. I’m still feeling too anxious to join the group so I haven’t addressed it for now, but maybe by tonight or tomorrow. What video games did you play when you were younger? Our parents weren’t too strict when it came to video game supervision so we were already playing Grand Theft Auto, Silent Hil, Resident Evil, etc. as kids. Those games eventually ended up being my favorites. I liked other less-violent games too, like games from the Burnout franchise, The Simpsons: Hit and Run and that one Spongebob video game based on the first Spongebob movie hehe.

Would you ever get a tramp stamp? That’s not really a place where I’d like to get a tattoo. I want it to be somewhere I can constantly see, like my fingers or wrist. Do you like Lady Gaga? Yeah. It has a sentimental point to it too because she’s essentially a part of the root of mine and Gabie’s friendship. When we first met I was heavily into Beyoncé and she, into Gaga. Telephone was still a super popular song then and people were really into the Bey-Gaga duo, so it was the perfect recipe for a friendship to form. We make it a point to like each other’s bias so she’s caught up with Beyoncé’s new material and I also always support Gaga’s. What's your favorite commercial? I love the sports car ad of Fita and the ‘First Love’ McDonald’s ad. Jollibee’s Valentine’s Day ads have also been pretty gut-wrenching in the last few years. Did you cry when Michael Jackson died? I didn’t, but by then I already knew how big of a star he was because of how much Beyoncé hyped him up before he passed lol. It was also easy to understand that it was a big deal because the news covered his death and funeral for hourssss during that week. What does the last notification you received say? “home” Gab drove out to run some errands and I asked her to let me know when she gets home, because the weather isn’t looking good. What's the ugliest species of animal? Cockroaches. Are you embarrassed about any songs on your iPod? I wasn’t embarrassed over the punk bands I listened to but I knew my classmates weren’t going to understand my taste and possibly ostracize me even more than I already was, so I kept my punk playlist all to myself. Who is on your Top Friends? I don’t have Myspace but Facebook ranks friends based on how much you interact with them and my top 5 are Angela, Gabie, Mils, Alique, and Andrew. What do you use to listen to music on the computer? Spotify. Do people know a lot about you? You guys sure do. But yeah when it comes to irl people I wear my heart on my sleeve, too. What was the last thing you said out loud? “That’s enough for now.” Do you miss anybody? Of course. All my friends. More than ever. Have you ever heard the song What A Wonderful World? Yes, though I think I may have only ever heard the chorus since that’s the most-played part of the song. Who was the last person you said I Love You to? Gabie. Have you ever deleted someone off of Facebook? I’ve unfriended countless people and blocked a handful of others. Do you have any bug bites right now? No. Puppy bites, yes. Have you ever been burned? My finger has. When I was 7 I stupidly laid a finger on a clothes iron that was plugged in. My grandma had been using it but she left for a while to do a task. It’s still up there on the stupidest things I’ve ever done. Who was your last inbox message from? It’s the same message from Gab I mentioned earlier. Would you ever consider being a critic? Nah. Analyzing works of art has never been my strong suit. I once had to keep a movie review blog as one of the requirements for my Film 100 class and I honestly found it difficult. Being a critic requires rich knowledge on anything and everything you’re critiquing, and I don’t know if I’m well-versed enough for that. I just want to enjoy my films, dude. Same goes for TV shows, paintings, food, poems, etc. Who was the last person you slept beside? Gab probs, but it’s been a while. Do you like Metallica? I loved For Whom the Bell Tolls from the very first second I heard it, which was when Triple H used it as his entrance song from one of the recent-ish Wrestlemanias. Other than that, I’m not familiar with their music.

What's your favorite kind of soup? Miso! What’s your best friend's favorite band? Angela loves The Maine. I know Gab doesn’t pick a favorite anything. Who was the last person you IMed? Again, Gabie. Have you ever heard of the band Thin Lizzy? Nope. Who was the last person you took a picture with? I haven’t had a photo with anyone in a while, but I want to guess that it’s my family. Do you play Guitar Hero? I used to. But I always preferred Rock Band because I really liked the concept of switching from one instrument to another. Do you play any real instruments? No. What are un-real instruments lol Where are your siblings right now? They’re both in the living room. Whose house did you last visit? My grandma’s house, aka the house where we used to live. My uncle baked me a tres leches cake as a graduation gift so I briefly came over to pick it up :) Since I was already there, my grandma also gave me a portion of the lengua she had made for dinner. Who was the last person to come to your house? ^ Same grandma, and my cousin. They went over to meet Cooper and to do a lot of catching up. What time do you usually eat dinner? 7-7:30 in the evening. Have you ever searched your own house on Google Earth? Hahaha yeah, I think most of us have at one point. I also looked up myo old school when I was still studying there. Does it bother you when people have a loose grip on hugs? No. I know some people aren’t the most comfortable with hugs. Are you looking forward to next year? If I can be promised that the virus will be gone by 2021, then hell yes. What have you done so far this summer? This has been one long-ass summer...I’ve finished my thesis, relinquished my duties as VP for my org, owned a puppy, gotten sick for the first time in years, seen my girlfriend once in four months, cooked something from scratch for the first time, and tried to apply for simple side jobs over the interwebs. Do you have a common name or uncommon? It’s kinda in the middle? It’s not a unique name, but it’s also not a very popular choice. What's your favorite punk band? Against Me! I have my other fave punk bands but none has done it for me the way AM! has.

#survey #surveys

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protezioni · 5 years

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"stop saying i look like chicken little. he’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and i am NOT a coward!" for Maemi/Zuro and "yes, she is a bitch. b i c t … h." for Shima/Ko :3

Yes of course! Thank you for sending this ask and I enjoyed writing it a ton omg Love you!

STAN ZETA @zetacomic !! SOME CHARACTERS THAT WERE SEEN IN THE STORY BELONGS TO THE CREATOR SUCH AS MAEMI AND SHIMA!!!

Zuro/Maemi

Day count of suffering? Still the same. The amount of suffering he feels every day? Increased. Yes, sure- the Protezioni were somewhat like new siblings to them, but he cannot ignore the fact that they could sometimes be as annoying as some other members of Zygos. A lot of the Protezioni members may have been welcoming, and some even encouraged to be close to them--- but as months passed by, he only got to notice how some other members masked their more ridiculous side through acting like such. Well, what was to be expected from them? They may have been in the mafia, but they were certainly like normal people... They acted like a bunch of students who were glad there were no classes tomorrow...

I mean, they even had this movie night where they invited the entirety of Zygos Academy! Where? In their living room! It was easy to tell their place was bigger than the academy... Maybe even too big. Sure, whatever. Everyone was down to watch movies together... But of course, one of the more loud and obnoxious members had to bring something up- Which he, of course, did not expect. Disappointed but not surprised? Absolutely. That was a good summary of how he felt at this exact same moment when someone decided to bring up an inaccurate comparison between him and... a character from the movie. A children's movie. About a chicken discovering aliens existed. How pathetic was that?! Who in their right mind would compare him to that character?!

Maemi was staring at Zuro who was leaning on the couch, with a bowl of Doritos. He munched on the chips as he continued to look at Maemi in the eye. Once he swallowed, he coughed to capture some people's attention. "You sure you aren't Chicken Little?" He wasn't satisfied with Maemi's squinting as an answer, so he only repeated the question. "Chicken Little ain't that bad, Maemi!" Is he seriously trying to tell him that it wasn't bad at all? I mean... who the hell gets compared to a weak chicken who can hardly do shit at first? "You see, there are pros in being that little chick! He's got some cool-looking glasses!"

Maemi sighed, his heads in his hands... Wasn't this supposed to be movie night? Why were they just sitting down in the living room and making theories about how he is just a black feathered Chicken Little who somehow got red eyes? "This whole thing is dumb." Maemi rolled his eyes, refusing to sit beside Zuro who only patted the empty space beside him. "No thank you. I'll rather not stay beside you and be teased during the whole movie." It wasn't that hard to figure out that he would actually do that if he were to sit beside him. There was just a smirk written all over his face once he rejected his offer... What does that mean? "What are you smirking at?"

"Wanna know?"

"I'm curious."

Zuro handed the bowl to Sepheir, who was sitting beside him for the whole time. He cleared his throat for a moment before gesturing to Maemi. "You look like Chicken Little." That was all he said. Nothing less, nothing more. He sighed louder and tugged on his longer bang in annoyance. They were right. This man was someone who always joked around, and he was a little shit. He had enough proof of that as spent a longer time with him... Now that he was aimed at him, he could only understand it better. Of course he'd aim at him.

Shoya began smirking and he nodded in agreement. "Never thought about Mae being Chicken Little until you brought it up, bro!"

"See? Someone agrees with my theories!"

Finally, the strategist responded, irritation obvious in his voice.

"Stop saying I look like Chicken Little. He’s dumb, and he’s a coward. and I am NOT a coward!" There was silence in the room as all eyes landed on Maemi and Zuro... There were some people who laughed, some people who agreed, some others disagreed and some people only looking at the scenario before them. That was a weird line to say, but it sounded way too familiar... Was it from those Kine videos? Kine was deleted some years ago! Whatever, the scenario before them was surely interesting to experience... Even if he knew there was a reference to that or not. Now, the people only got more quiet as they noticed how even the two were silent.

"Okay yeah, you're not a coward." Even if Zuro had such a personality, he wouldn't call him a coward. "But--- Chicken Little wasn't a coward by the end of the movie! Therefore, you being Chicken Little? Still valid, I suppose!" He hated the enthustiastic grin which was still on the face of his even if he said those words. Goddamn it- did he have to diagree with this man forever? He won't even budge! You know what? What's the point of arguing with him if it would definitely lead to nothing at all. He wouldn't change. "Got anything else to say?" He crossed his arms with a playful chuckle, while Maemi just began picking a book from the shelf.

He got a book, schemed through the pages to see how long it was then decided to read it. He placed the book slightly higher so the person could read the title of the book he was reading... His face was clearly done with Zuro's bullshit, and he had no ideas how to respond to him so he could finally drop the Chicken Little subject. Zuro only read the book with his eyes before bursting into laughter. "Did you get the message, or should I get another book?" His voice was passive agressive in a way, but he didn't sound mad at all.

"I don't know, Maemi. Why are Little Shits such blockheads is a good enough title."

Shima/Ko

They were waiting for the rest of the members of the BQ Thieves inside the restaurant itself. Shima was casually eating the burger, enjoying the coupons which he got from Aki after saying some words to someone... It wasn't that big of a deal... I mean, what could get better than some coupons to one of his favorite restaurants? He took another bite from the burger and he noticed how Ko was just sipping some coke float from his straw as he dipped his fries on ketchup-- but his mind didn't seem to be with him right now. "Hey, Morga--- Ko. Something up?" Jesus Christ, he almost called him by that chatacter from his favorite game. No answer from him. "Ko?" He repeated his name and Ko jumped up from his seat.

"I apologize for not noticing you sooner, Shima." He laughed nervously as he finally began to eat... Damn, what the hell was wrong? He usually spoke more than usual, and his topics ranged from tips, things about himself, mafia life or questions about how Zygos really works... Now he was more silent than usual. "I began to think about other things, I should have paid attention to my surroundings." He personally apologized and Shima placed the wrapper of the burger away before placed his arms on top of the table. This only caused the man who was still eating his fries to only observe what he was doing and wonder what his movements meant.

He didn't remember being this caring, or at least- he didn't remember showing his kindess so easily. But well, being more of a protagonist could be fun! There were bonus positive feelings that made him feel proud of himself, so there's that. "Want to talk about it?" His face was bland for a second before he looked away for a short moment. "I mean, we still have the others to wait for, and we don't really have anything else to do..." He tried to make up several excuses to hide that he may have been a bit worried for the male he was eating with... And well, his words did work. Hell yeah, protagonist powers always worked.

"Thank you for understanding, Shima. But I prefer not talking about this specific person in public. All I have to say is I feel pretty upset over the fact she did so much and she had no warning signs." Ko's eyes suddenly became a bit sad. "She has broken several members, but they all chose to forgive or forget her. In my case, it isn't easy to do that if she..." Woah Ko, that's going to spoiler territory... "... Yeah. Anyway, why I am like this is because I decided to go to the attic and see if there are any objects I could have used for training, but instead, I gained some unwanted memories and it's been affecting me." He closes his eyes before raising a finger. "But perhaps I could forget about it, people can be much more deceiving than you expect they are."

"Yeah, people can be bitches sometimes."

"Agreed."

"And deceiving? Holy crap, I should tell you about how one of my teammate can go from "I'm cute" to "die" real quick. That's fucking deceiving."

Ko laughed a bit, knowing who he was talking about. "Go ahead, hearing your stories would certainly be interesting.

"You see..." Shima began trying to look for an explanation before placing his hands on top of the table. "One time, I said something out loud by accident and the next time I knew it, Hamlet was dramatically crying over my supposedly dead corpse as he wrapped bandages around my room." One out of the many experiences with someone from Team Omega. "Then later on, I knew Haru did it. Who else could have done it? I was fucked up with a damn knife. Just for saying shit out loud by accident." Shima shivered at the mere flashback he had with his head and it ended up making Ko burst out in laughter.

"I know who that is... I have to admit, she is fairly pretty. But as people in Zygos act, she is also deadly." He began wiping his hands with a tissue. "She's injured you, as I've heard. Also, you have a story about her so there's that. She gave Sepheir more work that one time she stabbed Ace... She truly is a wild woman." He recalled some moments he had with her, and he admitted that she wasn't someone who he talked to a lot--- but through other people he knew how she acted. "Indeed, her looks may deceiving... But I cannot fully deny that I am quite attracted to her--- Wait no, more of curiousity than attraction." Ko brought this up and Shima only placed his two hands on his shoulder like a main character from an anime.

"You wouldn't want to be curious or attracted to her."

"Oh?"

"I don't want to attend to a cat's- I mean, person's funeral."

"Is she that much of a bitch to be able to hurt someone like me?"

"Yes, she is a bitch. B i c t … h." Shima began shaking hkm slightly, as if he was trying to snap out Ko from a dream. "Did you not hear me? She almost killed me! Not only once, so that makes you not a single chance to be protected by her wrath. I don't want you to die." He finally released him before sighing. "Fuck. Why the hell do you Protezioni have some guts to be close to someone so fucking dangerous? She can probably bite your head off." A chuckle from the person he was talking to. "I'm fucking serious! She can! She's like the dam Hulk!" He began to tall about hlw she worked again. "Decent and all until she gets fucking angry!"

"Thank you for the warnings, maybe I will stop being curious." Ko said this calmly as he only continued to sip his soda. This conversation was wild, talking about girls was... surely a topic to to enjoy. Hey, at least he got to enjoy this moment because of him. If not, the whole BQ Thieves could have found him all upset over something that shouldn't even be brought up. "Additionally, thank you for talking to me about such..." His words trailed off to something else as a smirk was seen on his face. "Joker." It was a complete reference to a game Shima played and he only felt the success sharpen in his mind.

"Mission Accomplished."

"That's right... I should call you that again sometimes."

"WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME TO SEE MT DEAREST FRIENDS IN SUCH A PLACE FILLED WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE AND AROMAS---"

"Sorry, we were late!! I and Ren stopped in a flower shop, we bought a bouquet."

"Yarohe and Ren decided to look at the flowers and Ren posed as she read the name of the flowers out loud. It was funny to watch!"

"About time you all came... We should order shit again... MOVE OUT!"

#ask #writing #zuro #ko #protezioni #maemi #shima #zeta comic #STAN ZETA

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jude-grimes · 5 years

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Right Here - “Prince” Henry

Summary: You reunite with Henry at the Kingdom after living at Hilltop for the past three years

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, lack of henry in the beginning sorry

Request: do you think you could do an imagine where henry and the reader haven’t seen each other in a long time but the reader finds her way to the kingdom and now they’re both grown up and everything and they see each other in a new light and like there’s sexual tension and they end up confessing feelings after one of them almost gets hurt??

A/N: I posted this at like midnight on accident so not a lot of peopIe saw it, so I deleted it and am posting it again. This is the third Henry imagine I’ve written and I’m so excited to see that people want me to write more for him and love him as much as I do. This has been edited but if there are any mistakes please let me know.Feedback is always appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

(not my gif, credit to owner)

It was a hot day as you and a small group galloped on horseback towards the Kingdom, each of you carrying supplies to trade with the community. The sun beat down on you, shining in your eyes as you neared the gates of the Kingdom. With one hand gripping the horse lead tightly, you raised your free hand into the sky, waving to the guards on watch.

“Open the gates!” Jerry yelled to the guards as he saw you and your group on horseback approaching the kingdom.

Slowly the gates opened and you and the others entered the walls of the kingdom. Jerry nodded his head down to you in greeting as he climbed down from his post to meet you. Carefully, you climbed off of your horse, immediately being pulled into a bone crushing hug as Jerry embraced you. He pulled away, smiling at you.

“It’s been a while, kid. You’re all grown up.” He said, looking you over. He then began to help you unload the supplies you had brought.

“It sure has,” You agreed, passing Jerry a pack containing supplies. “Three years is a long time to be gone.”

It had been three years since you’d last stepped foot in the Kingdom, the place that was once your home. Your father had gotten sick and the Kingdom just didn’t have the medicine he needed to get better, but Hilltop, your current residency, did. They took you and your father in and did all they could to treat him. Their attempts at treatment were futile and he had passed away one night with you by his side. You had stabbed him in the head before he could turn.

After that you just decided it would be easier to just stay at Hilltop, abandoning the life you had built at the Kingdom and the friendships you had made. Your father’s death had left you in distress, not knowing how you could live without him as you mourned. He had always been there to protect you, even before the end of the world, and now he wasn’t. After awhile you had grown accustomed to his absence, your grief somehow making you stronger than before.

Over time you had become a productive member of the community at Hilltop, helping those who needed it and even learning a thing or two about the practice of medicine.

You had matured a great deal since living at Hilltop, now wiser and older, nearly an adult. When you heard that other members of the community would be making a trip to the Kingdom, you begged to come with. You knew it was time to go back to the Kingdom, having had time to heal properly after such a deep loss. Being away for so long, you longed to be with the people you once called family. You just hoped you could pick up where you left off, but it had been so long and things and people change, you had changed, so it was wishful thinking.

Jerry’s warm welcoming made you think that it wasn’t just wishful thinking after all and that maybe the others would feel the same.

Jerry and you continued to unload supplies from the rest of your groups horses as they went to pick up what they needed in exchange. As soon as you were both done, your group returned with a few crates and bags of supplies, beginning to load them on to their horses. They then climbed onto them, in a hurry to leave and make it back to Hilltop before nightfall. When you didn’t get back on your horse, Jerry looked at you in confusion.

“I want to stay,” You told him, smiling nervously. “If that’s ok.”Jerry smiled back gleefully.

“Of course it is. You’re always welcome here.”

You looked back at the group you had traveled with, grateful for them and everything they had done for you the past few years. They had been reluctant to let you leave Hilltop, worried for your safety, but knowing you would be in good hands they agreed. One of them, Timothy, smiled at you as he grabbed the reins of your horse, nodding farewell as his horse trotted forwards, yours following in step. The gates opened once again and then they were off.

You stared at the gate as it closed, shielding you from the outside world. Your stomach felt uneasy, your brain questioning whether or not you had made the right choice to say. Those thoughts quickly vanished as Jerry nudged your shoulder gently.

“Come on, everyone will be excited to see you again,” He said, motioning you to follow him as he walked off.

Jerry came to a stop outside what you remembered to be Carol and Ezekiel’s home. You stay frozen in your spot as he knocked on their door, feeling nervous.

The door slowly opened and the King popped his head out, looking at the man before him, “Jerry!” The King addressed the man excitedly, smiling the same smile you remembered. “What brings you here?”

“There’s someone here I thought you and Carol would like to see.”

Jerry stepped aside, revealing you to Ezekiel and Carol who now stood next to her husband. Upon seeing you, they both exited their house quickly and pulled you into their arms. You were a sight for sore eyes and they were glad to see you after your long absence.

Ezekiel pulled away first but Carol stayed, her arms wrapped around you tightly. The exchange brought tears to your eyes, realizing how much you had missed her. She had been like a mother to you, treating you as her own.

“Oh, sweety. Welcome back, we all missed you,” Carol whispered in your ear, releasing you from her hold.

”You let out a shaky breath and wiped your eyes, “I missed you, too. All of you.”

After you had reunited with Carol and Ezekiel, they welcomed you into their home, even inviting you to stay in one of the spear rooms. You gratefully accepted their offer, dropping off what little belongings you owned in you new room and then catching up with them.

You found that talking to Carol and Ezekiel was easy, and maybe it was because you had known them for years and they were familiar. You also realized that as you talked about your time at Hilltop a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. They had understood the reason you stayed, having lost people they loved before and experienced the same grief as you.

The more time you spent around Carol and Ezekiel, you began to notice someone was missing. A certain someone that meant a lot to you when you lived at the Kingdom. Henry, your once best friend and the son of Carol and Ezekiel was nowhere in sight. You hadn’t seen him at all in the short time since you’d arrived at the kingdom. Worry consumed you and your stomach felt as if it was in knots, afraid something had happened to him.

Carol must have noticed your wandering eyes, reading your mind, “Henry’s around here somewhere. Why don’t you go find him. We’ll be here when you get back, don’t worry.”

You sighed in relief, saying goodbye to the King and his wife as you went in search of Henry. Figuring he wasn’t in the house, you ventured outside. You didn’t get far before you ran into someone, causing you to fall with a thud.

“Shit, sorry!” You apologized quickly as a hand reached down to help you up. “I was trying to find someone and just wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

You gripped the hand before you, the person it belonged to pulling you up with minimal effort. You scanned the persons face, trying to figure out why they looked so familiar. Suddenly, it hit you.

“Henry!” You gasped. You barely recognized him anymore, he had changed so much. He was tall and broad shouldered, carrying himself with a confidence that you didn’t remember him having. One thing you did remember where his freckles, scattered all across his face like stars in the sky. You couldn’t deny that you found him attractive.

Henry’s eyes sparked with recognition as he pulled you into a hug. “Y/N? What are you doing here?”

He released you from his embrace, stepping back to get a good look at you. He thought it was strange to how much you had changed since you’d been away, looking completely different than what he remembered.

“I’m back. For good,” You told him, ecstatic.

It had now been a month since you’d arrived at the Kingdom and a lot had happened. You had been living with Carol and her family, quickly becoming an important part of it. You were happier than you had been in a long time. Your friendship with Henry had been rekindled and the two of you here inseparable. Everywhere Henry went you went and vice versa.

Often when Henry would train with his stick, you would sit in the gazebo and read a book. Lately, you hadn’t been able to focus, often having to reread a page once or twice more. You were distracted by the grunts Henry would make as he swung his stick around during practice, sweat dripping off his brow and his shirt soaked. You didn’t want to admit it but you were developing feelings for the freckle faced boy.

When Henry decided he had practiced enough, he would come and sit next to you, reading the book in your hands over your shoulder. It always annoyed you when he did that but you had grown used to it. Sometimes when he was really tired out he would just close his eyes and lay his head on your shoulder as you read.

One time he asked you to read aloud to him. It made you nervous for some reason, causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach but you read to him anyway. He lied his head down in your lap and closed his eyes as you spoke softly. While reading to Henry, you’d developed a habit of stroking his hair, brushing it away from his forehead. He didn’t seem to mind it much, opening his eyes every so often and smiling up at you as you continued to caress his head in a gentle manner.

Lately, there had been a build up of walkers outside the gates and it seemed that when one clustered of them had been cleared, another had formed. Henry had been one of the people to take the walkers down and though he took pride in protecting his home and his family, it only made you sick to your stomach with nerves and as it turned out you were right to be.

Up against one of the dead, Henry had fallen twisting his ankle. The walker lunged for him but Henry was quick to react and stabbed the walker in the head before it could bite him. The others that were out there with him finished the walkers off and carried him back to safety inside the Kingdom walls, and after a stern lecture from his mother to be careful it was your turn to have at him.

“God, Henry. Be careful!” You yelled at him. “You could have died!”

Henry had already heard this from his mother just moments before and he didn’t need to hear it again. He was fine, if you called being on bed rest with a sprained ankle fine.

“I know, Y/N. You don’t have to yell at me. I know,” Henry insisted.

A laugh bubbled up from your throat, tears springing from your eyes. Henry waited for you to say something.

“I can’t lose another person I love,” You cried. “Not again. Damnit, Henry, I love you. I’m in love with you, so you better not fucking die on me or else I’ll be pissed.”

Your revelation left Henry shocked for a moment, unable to find the right words to say so he spoke the first words that came to mind.

“I’m in love with you too, Y/N. Shit, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have gone out there,” Henry rasped. “I’m not gonna die on you, I promise.”

Henry sat up on his bed, pulling your crying form into his lap and wrapped his arms around you. He held you in his arms for a moment, waiting for your crying to subside.

“Hey, hey. Look at me, Y/N,” Henry said softly. “I’m right here.”

Henry lifted his hand to you face, turning you to face him. His heart ached at how scared you looked. You were absolutely terrified of losing him but he promised that you wouldn’t so you had to believe just that.

Slowly, Henry leaned in a kissed your lips gently. They were wet with tears but it didn’t bother Henry one bit as he kissed you again, your lips brushing against his in a fluid motion. You pulled away, laying your forehead against his. You smiled at each other, both afraid to let go of the other. Henry lied down on his bed, pulling you with him. Shortly after you both fell asleep, thinking about how it felt to be in love.

#twd #twd imagine #twd henry #henry twd #matt lintz #matt lintz x reader #the walking dead henry #twd henry x reader #carol peletier #king ezekiel #jilltop #the kingdom #the walking dead x reader #the walking dead imagines #the walking dead henry x reader #twd henry imagine #henry twd imagine

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jinshexedupworld-blog · 6 years

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Kdrama actor and Kpop artist confession. If you’re a fan of any Kceleb PLEASE READ ALL THE WAY THROUGH

Edit: I was pretty direct in my original post but after some thought I have gone back through and censored the actors and artists names just a bit. I have a story to tell. Not sure anyone will hear it. Not sure they will believe it or even care but I’m going to tell it anyway because I have to get this off my chest. I studied for a couple of years at uni abroad in Korea. Koreans for fucks sake are some of the most antisocial bunch if you’re a foreigner I have to say. But thats not what this is about. I happened to make friends with this one guy, Andrew. He is part Korean but also had lived in Britain somewhere or other too so he was more welcoming to me. Seeing as he was almost my only friend there we quickly became close. Nice guy, a bit on the quirky side and didn’t talk much about his personal life to the point it was a little odd. He was very, very secretive. In fact the only really personal things he talked about was his job, school and the fact that he was a member of the LGBT community. When we would hang out it was always at my dorm or we would meet at a coffee shop or someplace. He never invited me to his place. I even got a wee bit frustrated with it and confronted him about it one day. He got more than a little nervous at that and made all these lame excuses about his room mates being busy and he didn’t want to disturb them or that we wouldn’t have much fun there. I was a bit annoyed at this but I let it slide. He was still a nice guy after all and my only close friend there and I enjoyed him. We had fun together. He was constantly getting texts and phone calls from people he called his friends or room mates. He even had a boyfriend that I knew literally nothing about! I felt a little left out. I would ask about them or about meeting them and there was always some vague explanation about them and some excuse why we couldn’t meet. At this point I had known him almost a year and still didn’t even know their names! Not even his boyfriends name! Then one day I asked to borrow his phone and he was unnecessarily protective of it. Yea I get it we’re all weird about anyone else having our phones but come on geez I was having transportation issues , had a dead phone battery and just needed to make a quick call. Long story short I get his phone and make my call. When I clicked end his contact list pops up and theres names in it I recognize. K-idol names. A mix of actors and Kpop artists. I just figure maybe hes some kind of fanboy and maybe he and his mysterious friends use celebrity name handles. Sorry but Kpop fans can be weird and obsessive sometimes, ya know? And he’s just a college boy. Who is he going to know really? Meanwhile Andrew had been distracted by someone he knew who had approached him and they were busy talking away. So my curiosity got the best of me and his screen hadn’t gone black yet, I still had access. So I go on a little snooping spree through his phone trying my best to not look suspicious. Yes I know I’m a bad person but I’m human what can I say? I kid you not, this guy has selca pics out the ass literally probably hundreds of himself with several Korean actors and idols. I couldn’t even mentally take in all of them. I know there were many many with E♦♦ members. I saw at least one with P♦♦♦ H♦♦♦♦ S♦♦ I think his name is? The actor and Z♦♦ guy and I think there was another Z♦♦ member in one of them too if I remember right. There were many with P♦♦♦ B♦ G♦♦, a few with N♦♦ members, one with who I think was a B♦♦ member and quite several with Y♦♦ S♦♦♦♦ H♦. Even several completely random mixed up ones. I was nervous and hurrying faster than my brain can process but I specifically remember one of Andew, B♦♦♦ B♦♦♦ H♦♦♦, B♦ G♦♦ and S♦♦♦♦ H♦ and someone else I didn’t recognize sitting on a couch laughing like they were having a grand ol time. I’m not even much of a Kceleb person but that one shocked me. He had another of K♦♦ J♦♦♦ D♦♦ and B♦ G♦♦ together. And thats just the ones I seen before I got nervous about getting caught. I have to say I was officially intrigued by him though after that. And they didn’t seem like fan pics! That’s what got me most. They looked too comfortable. And they didn’t look like they were taken at any sort of event, concert, fanmeet etc. They were all in normal clothes and sans makeup, in some they even had drink glasses and looked like they could have been in the comfort of their own home. Over the next few months, Andrew did finally start talking to me about it more. He happened to be a childhood friend of a K celeb. Somehow it all snowballed from that. Now he lives with a few of them and is dating one. I won’t go so far as to say which one but he has been for almost 3 years now. I found out he hides behind a “fan” account on Twitter under the name Guksu or JongdaesByuns … or Byunz maybe or some shit like that. Or thats what it used to be at least, I can’t say for certain now. I followed him for a bit before I deleted my Twitter account. I always found it funny he hid behind a fan account for all the people he actually knows. He explained to me that he does it more so for the purpose of supporting those he knows personally and for defending them and speaking out against wrongdoings {I’ll get to that shortly}, and from what I seen he really does. And of course when you’re in uni theres always boredom and the need for time passing. And though I was never much of a Twitter person either, it certainly passes time when you’re bored to death. He’s had several stalkers on there try to expose him. Fuck knows how they even knew because he always denies or is vague from what I’ve seen. And I even got to visit his house and meet a couple of these people . Those I mentioned above, maybe some others even I’m not sure, are all associated with him. I’ve never been a huge fan of K idols myself but I was around uni enough to recognize many, many of them and know some of their work. It’s still kind of weird finding out celebrities are friends with other idols you never suspected they would be. Made me laugh myself a bit at all the stupid fuckin fanwars I would overhear at uni. Fuck if people only knew. I’m not going to say a lot of shit on here because I know how crazy Kfans are and no one will probably believe this shit anyway. Fuck I saw it for myself and I still am in shock so I wouldn’t even blame anyone. But for what its worth, I’m putting it out there. Believe it or don’t, it’s whatever. Doesn’t really change my life any either way except hoping I will feel better having put this out there. Now onto my reasoning A few months ago I had to go back home and Andrew and I had a bit of a falling out before I left . Not going to get into that but we haven’t kept in contact since. But some of the things he told me still haunts me. About the Korean entertainment industry, both music and drama. The way these people are treated. I even heard it from two of them firsthand. There is so much I want to say but I have heard horror stories about what Korean entertainment companies do to people who speak out against them. I don’t really want to risk that. But if any of you watch Kdrama or listen to Kpop I hope you will keep in mind the amount of suffering those idols go through for your entertainment. The working until they pass out or sick, then being pulled up off the ground and told to get back to work. {side story: I was at Andrew’s house one night when one of the above mentioned people called another asking for a ride home from a set because he had worked 70+ hours straight and passed out several times. } Caking on more and more makeup to hide the fact that they are deathly exhausted. The physical, mental and sexual abuse. Yes sexual. And I’m not talking about isolated incidents. I’m talking about these things being the daily lives of K actors and Kpop artists. And absolutely everything that gets said about them publicly are lies. E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G-. If it’s in any way personally related to them and you hear it , then its a fucking publicity lie. Where they live and their homes are lies. The cars they drive are lies. All set up. I mean considering how crazy and stalkery Kfans are and the fact that so many of them don’t know their boundaries or respect privacy, because yes I have seen this for myself so this much I can understand. But it goes much deeper than that. They don’t date who it is told to you that they date. This is probably the biggest one. Their real dating lives are kept creepily under lock and key and the relationship rumors all of you hear are always fake. A.L.W.A.Y.S. Sometimes even marriages and family lives are fake and set up. More so if its an LGBT idol. It’s seriously crazy on the verge of psychotic how far its taken to control these idols lives. And its because everything is considered a scandal in Korea. And fans go crazy over absolutely everything and drop and shit talk their idols over the most ridiculous shit. So these places they are contracted with go to extreme measures to have complete control over what the public knows. Some of them are gay, maybe a lot of them. But hey guys in the entertainment industry are much more likely to be gay I will tell you that now. I was in theater in middle school, high school and uni for close to 10 years and I probably knew less than 5 males in it that whole time who were NOT gay, or claimed they weren’t anyway. Gay men love the arts industries. Not trying to be stereotypical but its kind of a fact. And they’re good at it! So there ya go. I know how anti-LGBT Kfans tend to be so let me tell you, get yourself the fuck over it cause you have gay idols. Probably many. You being hard on them over that is just making their already miserable lives even worse. My only real reason for posting this is to just get all that shit off my chest. I’m not doing this for attention because honestly I couldn’t give two fucks in space what Kfans think. I don’t listen to Kpop or watch Kdramas and since I am no longer in Korea I’m not really exposed to it much at all so I don’t give a flying fuck what the fans of it think of me. And I don’t care to or have time for dealing with their crazy asses. I do want people to know what their idols go through for them just because I think its really fucked up and you all should know if you actually do care about these people. I won’t be responding to any replies or answering questions so don’t waste your time. I needed to get this out there, simple as that. I have lived carrying this with me for awhile now. It gets heavy guys. Really fucking heavy. It just makes me sick that human beings have to endure slave-like lives for those companies and theres really nothing we can do about it. Fuck its 2018 and this shit still goes on. I doubt this post will even get anyones attention but I guess in the very least I got it off my chest. Edit: Yea I know I maybe just exposed him myself but I don’t even know that he’s still active anymore. I haven’t had my Twitter account in quite some time. And he doesn’t use his full name or say much on there personally anyway so I’m not too worried. And like I said, we had a falling out so take that as you will.

Also a final side note for anyone who read this all the way through and isn’t too busy bitching me out: I have seen some of them scrolling through his Twitter profile/feed/whatever before. Several times actually. So yeah they do fuckin see the things you post.

#kdrama #kpop #korean celebrities

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years

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Can we get some reader helping sad Bingsepticeye? I love mah boy :3

“Bing? Are you alright? You’ve been in here for a while..”

The Irish android stiffened up upon seeing you enter his room, quickly closing out of the tab that he was browsing. He then turned to you, giving you a faux smile of reassurance. “Wh-Why..of course [y/n]. Y-You do not n-need to concern yourself w-with the likes o-of-”

“Why’s it so cold in here?” You shivered a bit as you closed the door, rubbing your arms to warm yourself up. “I thought..you hated being cold since it sometimes locked up your joints and slowed down your functions.”

Glancing back at BSE, you frowned a bit.His smile faltered after hearing your words. “I… do but…I…” He trailed off, staring down at the floor.

“Bing..what’s wrong?” You sat down beside him on the bed, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You know you can tell me.”

“…….”

With a small sigh, you stood back up, knowing just what you needed to do. “I’ll be right back.”

Confused, BSE watched you leave and shut the door on your way out. He watched it for at least five minutes, but you still haven’t returned, which made him believe that you had left him for good.

So he reopened the tab that he was previously viewing, cold, salty tears leaking from his eyes as he continued scrolling down, looking over every word on the page….believing all of them to be true about himself.

A knock on his door made him send the hologram away again. He hastily wiped his eyes as he saw you enter his room once more, wearing a jacket and carrying some sort of….blanket?

“[Y/n]..? Wh-What are you d-doing with..?” However he trailed off as you wordlessly sat back down next to him, placing the blanket over his shoulders. The moment it made contact with his back and his synthetic, conductive skin, he felt a calm and welcoming warmth overwhelm him…in a good way, of course.

“I had to run it through the dryer to get it warm,” you explained. “Sorry if I was gone for a while.”

“It’s…i-it’s fine…thank you.” A slight blush formed on his face as he held onto the ends of it, wanting to savor as much heat as he possibly could. “I-”

“Now…can I ask you why you were crying?”

Bing blinked, staring at you in both shock and confusion. “Wh-What?”

“I heard sniffling as I was coming in here,” you said, wrapping an arm around him. “And when I walked in I saw you closing out of the page you were looking at. You did that the first time as though…there’s something you don’t want me to see.” Your tone of voice grew sad as you looked into the android’s black and blue eyes. “You don’t have to hide anything…you know that I care about you a lot, Bing.”

For a few moments longer he continued to stare at you, until he felt his eyes watering up and realized he couldn’t keep up the act any longer. He then choked out a sob and laid his head on your shoulder, curling up and snuggling closer to you as he cried softly.

You hugged him tight, adjusting yourself so both of your arms were wrapped comfortably around him, rubbing his back and whispering reassuring words to him. His tears dampened your jacket, but you didn’t mind…who knows how long he’s been holding them in for.

A few minutes pass and Bing eventually calmed down as his quiet sobs dissolved into sniffles. He then lifted his head off your shoulder and looked at you with teary eyes, before he reluctantly brought up the page he had previously kept hidden from you.

Looking it over, you were horrified to see that it was on the image search, which was entirely filled with nothing but negative, harsh quotes and self-deprecating jokes..mostly ones regarding the subject of abandonment and being forgotten/useless.

Of course, you knew he was struggling with a serious inferiority complex, but you didn’t think he’d search up this sort of thing to cope with it…BSE glanced back at you, opening his mouth to apologize when you cut him off.

“Delete your search history. Now.”

He tilted his head to the side, eyebrows furrowing. “Why..?”

“Trash those pages, Bingsepticeye,” you ordered. “And filter “useless”, “self-deprecation”, and similar words from your search.“

Almost immediately, he started to delete all of the tabs he had open, obeying your command without question. Least to say you were stunned at how many there were, but you were nevertheless glad he was getting rid of all them.

Once he was done, his gaze returned to yours. “You okay?” You asked him.

“Y-Yes..I…I do feel a bit b-b-better..a-after deleting all th-those pages. It..it h-helped clear up s-some of the clutter in my mind…” A tiny smile appeared on his face. “Thank y-you, [y/n]..”

“I just hate seeing you beat yourself up like that.” With a slight pout, you brought him into another hug. “Searching up those nasty things isn’t good. It’s unhealthy even for you. You know if you’re ever worried about being forgotten or abandoned, you can always come talk to me.”

“..I-I know..” BSE sighed as he leaned into the embrace. “…I’m s-sorry for worrying you. I-I will remember th-that next time…”

“You promise?”

“I…I promise.”

#clanask #anonymous #jacksepticeyexreader #bingsepticeye #readerinsert #bingsepticeye x reader

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Wrong Number

Pairings: LawLu, ZoSan, MarcoAce, Saboala

Summary: “Why do you care? We don't know each other.” – Torao “Of course I know you, you gave me your number and your name, Torao!” – Luffy “Wait, what? No, it was a mistake. And my name is Law, not 'Torao'.” – Torao “Torao is good too.” – LuffyLaw only wanted Bepo to help him at the hospital, he never asked to have this "Luffy" guy as a SMS penpal, all of this because he typed a wrong number!

Warnings: Humor, Wrong number, phone texts, SMS discussions, Fluff, Romance, Crush, AU, Friendship, Nakamaship, Meatloaf's great cat, Teasing, jokes & puns, Light Angst, introvert & extrovert characters, Social Issues

A/N: *SCREAM OF VICTORY* I. DID. IT! I posted this chapter. I wrote it. WooOow. Now, I really hope you'll like it, but I can't promise you will. You decide. Thank you all for your comments on AO3/ff, your support on Tumblr, and especially to @lululawlawlu who's always telling how much they like what I write (let's be honest I drew a lot for 6 months instead of writing and really thought I would never go back to writing and wasn't really happy about that).Okay I'm gonna stop now. I'm just so excited. Enjoy!

Chapter 1 =[AO3 - ff]=

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Meatloaf's such a lazy cat” – Luffy

“I'm bored and he doesn't want to play!” – Luffy

“Honestly when are you NOT bored?” – Torao

“Sometimes I'm not. When I talk to you for example!” – Luffy

[…]

“Hey I just realized!” – Luffy

“I never asked you if you had a pet!” – Luffy

“I don't recall you asking yea” – Torao

“And??” – Luffy

“I... don't have a common pet.” – Torao

“[Picture MMS]” – Torao

“OMG SO COOL” – Luffy

“WHAT'S THIS?” – Luffy

“Iguana.” – Torao

“That's its name??” – Luffy

“... No. The name of the species.” – Torao

“What's the name then?” – Luffy

“I didn't give it a name.” – Torao

“W h y” – Luffy

“щ(ºДºщ)” – Luffy

“... Because I didn't” – Torao

“No, you must.” – Luffy

“Does it breATHE FIRE?” – Luffy

“CAN IT FLY?” – Luffy

“It looks like a DRAGON” – Luffy

“No. It can't. It's a freaking Iguana.” – Torao

“Call it Komodo” – Luffy

“I was expecting anything related to food I'm kinda surprised.” – Torao

“Komodo dragons aren't iguanas Luffy-ya.” – Torao

“Well you must give it a name!!!” – Luffy

“Why is it so important?” – Torao

“Because it's your daily friend!” – Luffy

“Call it Lizard.” – Luffy

“That's just a widder name of species.” – Torao

“Saying no to Reptile right now.” – Torao

“Okay fine!” – Luffy

“Just find a name yourself then!” – Luffy

“You're not gonna let it go are you” – Torao

“Nope.” – Luffy

“I'll think about it.” – Torao

“°˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖°” – Ace

“(☆▽☆)” – Luffy

“໒( ͡ᵔ ▾ ͡ᵔ )७” – Ace

“ー( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ” – Luffy

““(ง ͠ ͠° ل͜ °)ง" - Ace

“(ง •̀ゝ•́)ง" - Luffy

“ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ So how's your life and job?” – Ace

“I've only broken 6 dishes this week. Zoro says it's progress d=(´▽｀)=b” – Luffy

“I'm still wondering how they didn't fire you already, to be honest.” – Ace

“I know right! ( ᐛ )و ” – Luffy

“By the way, we're wandering in your country right now with Marco, are you free tonight? (^-^) Sabo told me he was ready to come too!” – Ace

“REALLY? (ง ˃̶͈̀ᗨ˂̶͈́)۶ Yeah, awesome! Come whenever you want!” – Luffy

“Marco absolutely wants to add one condition though 〜(￣▽￣〜) ” – Ace

“Which is?” – Luffy

“You're not doing dinner.” – Ace

“Shishishi don't worry, I won't!” – Luffy

“Great. See you tonight then! Ｏ(≧ᗨ≦)Ｏ ” – Ace

“ o(≧∇≦o) Yeah!!” – Luffy

“Do you have any siblings?” – Luffy

“Why suddenly interested in my private life?” – Torao

“What are you saying, Torao? I've always been interested in you!” – Luffy

“Indeed. And you always were very discreet.” – Torao

“You're avoiding the question, Torao!” – Luffy

“Maybe” – Torao

“Maybe?” – Luffy

[…]

“Why the sad face?” – Bepo

“I don't have a sad face.” – Law

“You're not smiling either.” – Bepo

“Are you going to assume that I'm sad each time I don't smile?” – Law

“No, 'cause then you'd be sad constantly.” – Bepo

“KIDDING PUT THAT KNIFE DOWN!” – Bepo

“If you have something to tell me you can also open the door and say it instead of spying on me behind the windows.” – Law

“I was just looking at you, not spying” – Bepo

“What's with the aggrissivity anyway? Something bad with Luffy?” – Bepo

“No. Why would it have anything to do with him? My life isn't reduced around that guy.” – Law

“Here it goes again...” – Bepo

[…]

“Are you okay?” – Bepo

“Heya Luffy! How're you and Iron-Cat doing? (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧” ” – Franky

“His name's Meatloaf, Franky, but we're fine!” – Luffy

“I do believe a name is a word suiting the one wearing it. What if Cat2D2 doesn't like it? Oh wait no, Cat3PO! God, my names are pretty nice. And he always seems to enjoy them.” – Franky

“Of course, 'coz they're all robots related names! Who wouldn't like them?” – Luffy

“So you do admit Baby-Voltron is better?” – Franky

“Baby-Voltron?” – Luffy

“Voltron is a tiger. Cats are baby tigers! Ingenious, right?” – Franky

[...]

“No.” – Luffy

“Once again, you're a terrible liar. I know your eyes are amazed.” – Franky

“Whatever, the name's Meatloaf!!” – Luffy

“Astro-Cat.” – Franky

[...]

“RobotCat” – Franky

“Kitty-Bender” – Franky

[...]

“Ultron-Cat?” – Franky

[...]

“I take that as a confirmation for the fabulous names I made up.” – Franky

“Meatloaf!” – Luffy

“Catimus Prime” – Franky

“Torao?” – Luffy

[…]

“Did I say something wrong?” – Luffy

[…]

“I had a surgery to take care of” – Torao

“You really not are patient, are you?” – Torao

“Shishishi, I guess so” – Luffy

“So 'bout your family? o(^▽^)o” – Luffy

“I had a sister” – Torao

“Had?” – Luffy

[...]

“She passed away a few years ago.” – Torao

“How was she?” – Luffy

“As stubborn and noisy as you” – Torao

“How can you tell I'm noisy?” – Luffy

“Oh, I just can.” – Torao

“You're really incredible, Torao ˉ(´ᗨ`)ˉ ” – Luffy

“Hey Luffy (ง •ૅ౪•᷄)ว , Sabo here! Ready for tonight??” – Sabo

“Yeah!! When will you guys be here?” – Luffy

“I'm already in town, but I think I lost Koala (''￣▽￣) Could we meet somewhere?” – Sabo

“Of course! Remember where Nami stole your wallet, the place near the huge fountain?” – Luffy

“Damn right I remember the ice-cream seller thought I was stealing from him!” – Sabo

“Shishishi, she already apologized she didn't know you were my brother! Anyway, let's go there? And tell Koala!” – Luffy

“Will do! (ノ^∇^) ” – Sabo

“I know!!! FireFly!” – Luffy

“I told you. Doesn't fly. Doesn't fire.” – Torao

“Urg you're so not fun” – Luffy

“Yoi, Luffy! Did Ace tell you?” – Pineapple-Head

“What about?” – Luffy

“Coming tonight, yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Yeah he did! Great to see you guys again, been a while!” – Luffy

“Sure! But- did he say something specifically, yoi? – Pineapple-Head

“About dinner?” – Luffy

“Yeah, about that-yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Not against you, but last time everyone almost died so...” – Pineapple-Head

“I was just feeling like if we could avoid it that'd be nice, yoi.” – Pineapple-Head

“No prob I understand! But I don't remember there was nothing particular last time, was it?” – Luffy

[...]

“That's exactly what's worrying me, see” – Pineapple-Head

“That that was something normal for you Ace and Sabo, yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“Shishi I guess” – Luffy

“But y'know btw, I think it's funny but you don't always have to say 'yoi' when texting!” – Luffy

[...]

“Yoi” – Pineapple-Head

“YOI” – Pineapple-Head

“YOIIIII YOI YOI Y O I Yoiiiii yoi yOI~” – Pineapple-Head

[…]

“?? Okay （・∀・） ” – Luffy

“Sorry Luffy, that was Ace. Stole my phofkohdldffdsklj” – Pineapple-Head

[...]

“To make fun of me” – Pineapple-Head

“Shishi that's alright, I figured!” – Luffy

“That was fun.” – Ace

“Well done (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ) ” – Luffy

“ (ી(΄◞ิ౪◟ิ‵)ʃ) ” – Ace

“Meet me at the fountain in 20 minutes? Luffy's waiting for us there” – Sabo

“I'm on my way! But that's really close, could be there in less than 20 minutes?” – Koala

[...]

“Don't tell me you're in a food store again” – Koala

“Might be?” – Sabo

“You are a lost cause” – Koala

“We're supposed to have a meeting in a few minutes to have dinner with your brothers! Who'd eat before a dinner?” – Koala

“They had free sashimis!” – Sabo

“Why do I even bother asking” – Koala

“Do you?” – Torao

“Do I?” – Luffy

“Have siblings” – Torao

“Two older brothers! They're coming tonight at my place!” – Luffy

“They live far away?” – Torao

“Kinda, Sabo's working on missions and stuff like that with Koala very often and Ace moves out every two years with Pineapple-guy, they can't stand remaining at the same place for too long.” – Luffy

[...]

“... Koala and Pineapple-guy?” – Torao

“Koala's Sabo's girlfriend and I keep forgetting Ace's boyfriend's name but his head does look like that fruit” – Luffy

[...]

“I know I should be used to this by now but somehow I'm not” – Torao

“Shishishi that's good~ Life without surprises is boring!” – Luffy

“If you say so” – Torao

“Do you like cats?” – Zoro

“Of course I like cats, why wouldn't I?” – Sanji

“Yeah of course you like cats. Remember, you told Luffy you'd 'help' with Nuisance or something just to bother me.” – Zoro

“Not everything's about you, shitty marimo.” – Sanji

“Anyways. I'll drop by tonight, no need to buy stuff I'll give you everything” – Zoro

“... I'm not taking Luffy's cat.” – Sanji

“He won't notice, his brothers are coming tonight!” – Zoro

“That's worse he'll notice even more since he'll want to introduce him to them!” – Sanji

“Please just take it” – Zoro

“That's kidnapping, I'm not doing this” – Sanji

“Technically that's catnapping” – Zoro

“That's a no” – Sanji

“C'mon curly-brow. I never ask you anything.” – Zoro

“That's not what I recall from yesterday evening...” – Sanji

“You practically begged, if I recall well” – Sanji

“What a delightful memory” – Sanji

[…]

“I can bet anything you want you're blushing and deleting those messages.” – Sanji

“That cat is getting fatter and fatter, always in my way and ripping my stuff apart but I'm pretty sure you could get along. After all Nuisance's also your middle name.” – Zoro

“Don't worry I'll remind it to you as much as I can to cure this sudden Alzheimer (• ‾⌣ ‾•)و ♡” – Sanji

“Fuck you” – Zoro

“You wish” – Sanji

“Die” – Zoro

“┌∩┐(ಠ_ಠ)┌∩┐” – Zoro

“♡” – Sanji

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“We're having the best dinner ever!” – Luffy

“I'm pretty sure you never tasted food as good as Sanji's!” – Luffy

“Hey, maybe you should come one day to give it a try!” – Luffy

[…]

“Okay now there's something wrong.” – Bepo

“Would you please stop sending texts once for all when I'm in the same room.” – Law

“You literally threatened to stab me last time, I want to keep my distances!” – Bepo

[…]

“If you ever need to talk just remember I've always been here and will always be.” – Bepo

“[Picture MMS]” – Luffy

“Pineapple-guy's complaining about us not sharing food. I thought he knew us better than that. Food's something you gotta earn!（￣ー￣）” – Luffy

[…]

“Thanks again for yesterday, Luffy! Amazing time. Let's meet again soon!” – Sabo

“Yeah!! Can't wait for next time -(๑☆‿ ☆#)ᕗ! ” – Luffy

"-(๑☆▽ ☆#)ᕗ" - Sabo

“Amazing evening. Seeing Marco pouting was priceless. Must do it again!” – Ace

“Of course! °˖✧◝(^▿^)◜✧˖° ” – Luffy

“I can't believe you called him Pineapple-Head all night though.” – Ace

“Can't remember his name, not my fault 」(￣▽￣」) ” – Luffy

“It's been years Luffy” – Ace

“Well yeah he should be used to it!” – Luffy

“Stop talking behind my back to your brother, yoi” – Marco

“Me? Never. How can you believe such a thing?” – Ace

“I have eyes. I know you, yoi. I know that smile.” – Marco

[…]

“Portgas D. Ace, suppress this smirk from your face at once.” – Marco

[…]

“(≖ᴗ≖๑)” – Ace

“I'm divorcing our relationship.” – Marco

“We're not married (≖ᴗ≖๑) ” – Ace

“I'm unrelationshipping us.” – Marco

“As if you could.” – Little Fucker

“Pineapple.” – Little Fucker

“Pineyoipple.” – Little Fucker Until The End

“And deleting your number.” – Pineyoipple

“Meatloaf looks sick, Zoro swears he didn't do anything. I'm not sure I trust him on this, I caught him on the phone yesterday yelling at Sanji for being a cat kidnapper coward. Sounded suspicious!” – Luffy

[...]

“I've been thinking maybe we feed him too much, he looks fatter than before.” – Luffy

[…]

“Are you busy again?” – Luffy

“Working on Sundays shouldn't be allowed.” – Luffy

“I have to work again at the Baratie for the whole evening!” – Luffy

“Sounds unfair.” – Luffy

“Just because I forgot to tell them I was taking a break yesterday.” – Luffy

“Maybe that wasn't the first time BUT STILL!” – Luffy

“I can't leave Meatloaf like that.” – Luffy

“Where are you?” – Luffy

“Out. Why?” – Zoro

“I'm out of money, can you lend me some?” – Luffy

“You're asking me?” – Zoro

“Uh, right, should've known better.” – Luffy

“Now that hurts. I still can manage!” – Zoro

“Don't ask Nami she's gonna ruin you” – Zoro

“I know what I'm saying don't ask her” – Zoro

“Nami, I need you to give me some money!” – Luffy

[…]

“I stared at this message for a few minutes and I still can't believe it exists.” – Nami

“That's about Meatloaf. He's sick. I need to take him to the vet!” – Luffy

“Meatloaf-Mop-Cat? You mean your cat?” – Nami

“Yeah!!” – Luffy

“Well not really surprised I actually wonder how didn't he get sick before.” – Nami

“Hey! That's mean!” – Luffy

“Alright I'm coming. We'll see there.” – Nami

“Thank you!” – Luffy

“She agreed!” – Luffy

“Don't trust her she's a witch.” – Zoro

“By the way dear, you still owe me those 3 000 berries remember?” – Nami

[…]

“Don't ignore me I know you read this message your phone betrayed me.” – Nami

“[Picture MMS – screenshot]” – Nami

“Fuck it.” - Zoro

“What was it even for?!” – Zoro

“Each time I had to help you financially when you ended up out of town without anything to pay for the transports throughout the year.” – Nami

“Time to tell the truth, Luffy! Have you and Law met yet?” – Shachi and Penguin

“Huh? Nah, why?” – Luffy

[…]

“...” – Shachi and Penguin

“H O W” – Shachi and Penguin

“How wat” – Luffy

“How did you keep up this relationship with him??” – Shachi and Penguin

“I mean it tooks us years to get his number? And we literally saw him everyday? And you just randomly got it?” – Shachi and Penguin

“Is that so incredible? .-.” – Luffy

“YEAH.” – Shachi and Penguin

“If you say so” – Luffy

“THEY DIDN'T FUCKING MEET” – Shachi

“Speechless.” – Penguin

“That was to expect” – Bepo

“What?” – Shachi

“Well, didn't you notice? When you think you finally know Law, he's always proving you wrong right at that moment.” – Bepo

“True...” – Shachi

“Damnit.” – Penguin

“So they're what? Internet friends?” – Penguin

“Not even. They didn't meet on a network.” – Bepo

“Amazing. I'm gonna type a few wrong numbers be back in a while.” – Shachi

“Uh” – Penguin

“That's not obviously gonna work you know?” – Bepo

“It worked with Trafalgar Freaking Law though?” – Penguin

“Yeah well you don't know who's the guy he's talking to either” – Bepo

“Still doing it!” – Shachi

“Well that's gonna be fun I'm coming” – Penguin

“...” – Bepo

“Okay wait for me!” – Bepo

If you liked the story, leave a comment! a like! reblog and tag! Go talk to me! I'd love that! Suggest what you want! Tell me what was wrong and you didn't like! Tell me what you loved! Tell me what disturbed you so I explain why I did this or that to you! Anything to make this story something you'd love to read again.

PS: the smileys take so much time to find sometimes i regret my life choices

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