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a cute carnival au !! jisung works as a carny, either aiding other acts or performing his own jester/trickster act, and meets his new rival jeongin the acrobat. wanting to sabotage the other to maintain his popularity, he tries to get jeongin to ruin his diet, but each one of his plans backfires on himself and causes him to gain weight instead. meanwhile jisung has been viewing jeongin as his enemy, jeongin has actually started falling for the comedic performer, especially since hes started gaining !! bonus points if they decide to perform together as a duo in the end instead of competing acts ☺️💜

the concept ? I love it.

The idea ? Perfect.

I wish you ? A happy birthday

Hotel ? Trivago.

HAHAHA

CIRCUS

Jisung was at the hall of his fame. Having worked in the circus for years, he was finally receiving the recognition he had always craving for.

He wanted to be a ringleader, the one who would present the circus shows and finish them off with his own part: magic ~.

As he prepared in his dressing room, he rehearsed his lines.

-May i have attention my ladies and gentlemen, the show can-

- "Han-ah , han-ah, han-ah !!"

- "What now Felix? You know I have to know my lines for tonight".

Indeed, despite all this, what Jisung had to learn from was his haughty nature, which only his best friend Felix could manage.

Felix was also part of the circus, coming in second with his juggling tricks just before Hyunjin, who was literally playing with fire.

But anyway, enough about the program, after all Jisung didn't care, he only cared about one thing: the show started and ended with him and him only!

-It's Mr Bahng, he wants to see you!

Confused, Jisung put down his paper and followed Felix to Director Bahng's office room. He's the head of this circus, the one who manages everything from A to Z, looking after everyone's well-being.

What a load of crap! He spends most of his day stuffing his face with popcorn while we sweat! Thought Han

But once in his office, he was surprised to see that next to Chan was a young boy. Not much taller than him, with blond hair and visibly shy.

-Here he comes! Jisung, meet Jeongin, our new recruit", exclaimed Chan, gently pushing Jeongin towards Jisung to greet him.

But Jisung barely reacted to this information. So he had an assistant, so what?

-You called me here just for that?

- "Don't be so haughty, Sungie, everyone knows you don't do anything except go over your lines!"

- "It's my duty as the show's leader to know my lines!"

This made Jeongin chuckle and earn a sideways glance from Jisung.

I already don't like this one , he thought.

But the worst was yet to come

-"As you know, Changbin decided to change his talent presentation for ... some reason ... and so there's no fun left to close the show".

Meh rather say that these "certain reasons" were due to his fat ass who couldn't swing without risking breaking something.

-Why do you need acrobat to end up the show? I'm here with my magic trick!"

- "But Minho is just doing magic by cutting Seungmin, you know I agreed that you'd do the end only until I find a replacement! I'm sorry, but from tonight you'll have to be content with doing the show's introduction."

Han's mouth fell, so Chan stole his moment of glory from an incompetent youngster.

It's best not to describe all the sins that came out of Jisung ace's mouth at this point, but let's just say he was clearly very angry with Chan.

On his way out, he was closely followed by Jeingin, who would be under his orders for a while until the show began.

-I... I'm sorry, I didn't know I was going to take someone's place-".

- "Spare me your lame excuses, I've got other things to do.

And so Jisung walked away, leaving a lost and confused Jeongin.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jisung was angry, very angry. He was angry at Chan for his decision and at Jeongin for his talent.

Because yes, that evening he had been grandiose, a star among the stars that everyone had applauded and Jisung had been so speechless that he had apologized to the youngest for what he had said earlier. And everyone knew that the great Han Jisung never apologized!

So he now hated Jeongin, who had humiliated him by making him demean himself in order to apologize.

He wanted to get the last part of the show, it was his not Jeongin's!

Then a thought popped into his head. After all, Changbin had become a clown because he'd become dangerously too fat to be an acrobat.

What if he did the same to Jeongin? After all, the youngest seemed to admire him and followed him whenever he saw him, so it would be easy to fatten him up, sabotage his show and get his place back!

Yah you're a genius he muttered to himself.

His plan was about to start today

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

-Innie yah! Come I have something for you!"

Jeongin turned and walked impatiently into Jisung's dressing room; for two weeks now he had been part of the circus troupe, everyone had been so kind to him but he much preferred Jisung; he saw in him the soul of someone he could trust, someone who knew how to take responsibility for his mistakes, the proof being that the one and only time he had spoken badly to him, he had come to apologize!

(The other times, Jisung ignored him, but Jeingin took it as a moment when they missed each other).

- "What is it hyung?" he asked curiously as he caught a whiff of a strangely attractive scent.

- "Changbin hyung gave me all these cinnamon buns and I thought you'd like them, since you know... you're the baby bread of the group".

Jeongin then started to blush, it's true he was nicknamed that, but when it came out of Jisung's mouth, it was totally different.

-Oh ... I'd love to, hyung, but ... with tonight's show, I've got to maintain a strict diet, otherwise I'll miss my turn and ruin the whole performance".

Jeongin pouted as Jisung, taken with pity, advanced one of the buns to slui oiur the fakre to smell the sweet scent of sicre and cinnamon mixed together.

-Just one won't make you miss the whole show, right? I'll eat one with you if you like, so if you miss out then I will too".

Wow, even Jisung surprised himself with his own words, which came out so naturally it gave him the shivers.

But at least it worked, because Jisung accepted the bread and ate it happily while Jisung had to do the same.

Unfortunately, no sooner had Jeongin taken a bite of his bread than Minho called him over.

-Oh no, hyung, i got to go! Thanks anyway for the bread" he said before leaving.

Jisung then left alone with a barely devoured cinnamon bread and a full basket that he hadn't been able to give to Jeongin.

-Well ... I'm not going to waste such good food right?

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

And these moments went on and on, becoming too frequent.

Jisung would bring a whole bunch of food to Jeongin, who would either politely refuse or eat only a little, leaving the rest for Jisung, who didn't like waste food.

As a result, two months passed and two different visions of the situation emerged on both sides.

-He offers you food every week?

- "yes"

- "Just for you?"

- "Yes"

- "And he complimented you?"

- "Yes"

- "Man ... i think Jisung's in love with you."

Jeongin blushed, although charmed by this idea, after all it seemed clear that he was acting like this because he was shy and had trouble expressing his feelings properly, right?

-Thank you Seungmin Hyung, you're a great help!

But on the other hand...

- "Suck in your belly!"

- "I already do it, I don't want to do any better"

- "Jisung ah I think this corset has become too small for you"

- "You're talking nonsense Felix, try tightening, no one can be too big for a corset!

And Jisung was the exception, after all that gorging on so many sweets every week had caused his otherfiidly thin waistline, which he accentuated with a red-threaded black corset, to expand, as did his tummy, which was beginning to hang out of his black shirt.

And let's not even talk about his thighs, which had become so thick they were fortifying with every step he took. He'd gone from a dream body to a chubby one in such a short space of time that people dared to compare him to Changbin! Yes, Changbin the old acrobat who become a clown , a clown so fat that people laughed more at his fat body than at his tricks!

-The Jisung said, "You've put on weight! Don't worry, we can ask Haewon to make an plus-sized outfit that would be better for-" .

-I'd rather die than admit that i'm now olus-sized! I'm going to wear that corset , period!

In the end, he made the show wearing one of Changbin's old stage outfits, which miraculously seemed perfection, and let's just say that during his presentation, a certain acrobat had his eyes riveted on him.

- "Looks like someone's enjoying the view~"

-"'Hush shut up hyung the others might hear you "

Seungmin simply chuckled, it was obvious that Jeongin also had a soft spot for Jisung, but that evening, he was totally captivated by his body, after all, he was usually wearing a corset to hide his growing belly, but this day, for the first time, he wore a checked shirt that seemed to fit him perfectly even if it does seems a bit tight on his midsection.

Jeongin then imagined how cute his hyung would look if this shirt pressed against his swollen belly. How with just a few more pounds this shirt could also become really tight on him.

-Why is your face so red, Innie?

- "For nothing hyung .. for nothing"

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jisung was definitely defeated.

For one thing, he hadn't recovered by the end of the show, and now Jeongin had become so popular that Chan even suggested he take a seat next to him at the beginning of the show!

Secondly: his plan had failed, Jeongin hadn't taken a single pound, but Jisung was swelling up like a blimp.

And, of course, this second point was also a good point, as he had seen more people de coming since he had stopped wearing corsets.

Maybe fat admirer that just wanted to see how their favorite carny turned to a total hog in just a few month

And third: Jeongin didn't stop sticking to him h24 nonstop. And since then, he even offered him sweets and other delicacies in large quantities.

Was he trying to fatten him up? So the little acrobat was vicious? Jisung had to watch out for him at all costs.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

-Hyung, I brought you some cookies from your favorite bakery.

- "How do you know my favorite bakery, you idiot?

- "Felix hyung told me"

Jisung clicked his tongue on his puck before sighing, even Felix was betraying him now.

But then again he's not going to turn down free food right?

He didn't bother to thank Jeongin as he grabbed the box and devoured one, followed by a second and before Jeongin even realized what was happening, Jisung had just finished and was rubbing his belly as he sat heavily on his seat.

-"Well, if you've got nothing else to do, I'll be off," Jisung began before rising from his chair. It took him longer than usual to get up, but he had to understand that his whole body had become so heavy that he had to exert himself for such small things.

A great effort that tore his pant in two, letting the sound reverberate throughout the room that everyone present had heard what had just happened.

Jeongi was both shocked and excited, while Jisung was flushed with shame. He turned to Jisung and let his rage do the talking.

-Are you satisfied now? You stole my place and now I'm a lazy pig! Look at me I'm a fat slob with a lazy fat ass!!! I hate you Yang Jeongin! I hate you!!!" He said before waddling off.

Jeongin was hurt by his words, but he didn't let them stop him, he saw his crush in pain and by his own fault ! He had to go and confort him

He followed him and didn't toruva him anywhere where he was normally. Not in the dressing room, not in his bedroom and certainly not in the toilets or fitting rooms.

He was about to give up when he heard sobbing not far away, near the still-closed dart shooting range.

He stepped forward and saw Jisung crying, the poor selblait so helpless and weak that the youngest felt sick to his stomach at the sight.

He approached him shyly and put his hand on his shoulder before speaking in a low voice "hyung".

Jisung looked up and didn't even bother to get angry "What? Have you come to gloat over your victory in front of me?"

-No ... I just wanted to cheer you up".

- "I don't need tour pity, I understand you're perfect and I'm not"

-"Don't say that, you're extraordinary! You're so talented, when you do your show at the start I have butterflies in my stomach"

Jisung stopped in his tracks and turned to Jeongin confuse "Do you really think so?"

-Obviously that I think so! Tiut the world finds you talented Jisung hyung! "

There was a silence as the two looked at each other in silence.

Suddenly Jeongin cleared his throat before adding

-You know, if I decided to join this circus, it's because in the evenings before exams I loved going to the circus, it allowed me to relax and make me realize that there was more to my life than books and teaching.

And then ... there was that evening when I saw you ... you shone, your look showed that you loved what you were doing, it made me want to throw everything away and become an acrobat and here I am! I'm sorry that you thought I was stealing your place hyung, I was just in awe of you and I-

But as Jeongin spoke, he was suddenly stopped by a pair of lips that landed on his own, Jisung's own lips, he was kissing him!

The kiss was both short and simple, yet lingering and passionate. All kinds of emotions flowed through the two bodies as they kissed again.

This time Jisung spoke up

-"I'm sorry for what I said, I was jealous of you and your talent, but I guess deep down I just couldn't face the fact that I was crazy about you".

Jeingin smiled shyly before kissing his hyung again with tenderness.

-"There's a first time for everything, as they say, there's only one step between love and hate".

Jisung chuckled before kissing him again.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

-Where the hell have you been? We've been waiting for you for hours! Chan shouted as he saw how the two new lovers had arrived totally out of breath and in bad shape, their hair and clothes in disarray.

-' Jisung change your shirt, it doesn't fit you at all! And you Jeongin put on your outfit, the show starts in less than an hour!"

Chan clapped his hands to make them hurry as they both went to get into their show clothes.

That evening, Jisung agreed to wear the plus-size outfit Haewon had prepared, after all a certain acrobat had expressed his admiration for his plump body and finally accepted that his extra kilos made him cruelly seductive.

And that evening, a certain acrobat had drooled a little too much over his boyfriend's presentation.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"So you want to share the stage at the beginning AND the end?" Asked Chan confused as the two mutually agreed

- "Yes, for presentation Sungie- I mean Jisung hyung does some magic tricks where I appear as his assitant and"

Jisung then cut Jeongin off to continue "And in the last stage Jeongin comes on stage and I'm his assistant who comes to pick him up and make him disappear!"

Chan was confused by these rather messy exolanation but the couole seemed so passioned et determined by this idea that he ends up accepting

And he was right, that stage was such a success that Jeongin and Jisung's part became one of the circus's main attractions.

But by this time, the coupke were taking advantage of their day off to go to the funfair, they had decided to take a ride on the ferris wheel , admiring the fireworks in the sky with their hand squeezed tight and our fingers intertwined .

-"You want to know something fun?"

Jeongin then turned to Jisung, curious.

-"At first, my plan was to make you bigger so that you would become like Changbin hyung, so that I could have my stage again".

Jeingin then laughed at this sudden declaration before placing his hand on his lover's growing belly. In recent times, Jisung's weight had increased tenfold, to the point where he was now forbidden to take some attraction like the rollercoaster in the fairground, which was both frustrating for Jisung and exciting for Jeongin.

-"Hyung, you're such an idiot but it's so cute".

Jisung then puffed out his cheeks, making is double chin stand out.

-"But I'm your idiot, aren't I?"

- "Of course , your my favorite plump idiot ."

Jeongin kissed his idiot's cheeks before lying down beside him to watch the fireworks.

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useless-bi-otch · 1 year

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Cookies'n Cream - Chapter 10

Last chapter / MasterList / art by @aneenasevla

Chapter 10 - Smashed Pedestal

Saturday, two hours before the date

Okubo couldn't stop wondering if going to the Dai-Uchu-Sakaba, with only two hours to go before his date with Tomori, was a good idea. He was early, but when meeting with friends, he almost always lost track of time.

He really didn't want to be late. Delays during a first date made for bad first impressions; even idiots without a shred of experience with the opposit sex were aware of that. Even more so in his current situation, when he wanted to impress this woman like he'd never wanted to impress anyone before.

Perhaps that was one of the reasons he was so anxious. That and the meeting place she had chosen, which brought back some very unpleasant memories. Would there be people who would recognize him from that day? Would he be unlucky enough even for one of those college girls to show up at the bistro? And wouldn't he be being extremely pathetic if he let something like that spoil his night with Tomori?

That was why he was going to meet his friends. At that moment, they were the only ones who could help him deal with that nervousness, even if their method involved a dose of bullying typical of male friendships. He would be forced to face his embarrassment through mockery and psychological violence. And honestly? This was what he needed.

He parks the SUV a few feet away from the bar's entrance, glancing into the backseat to make sure Tomori's gifts are there before he exits the car. He expected to find all three of them at the bar when he walked in, but when he opened the door, all he recognized was Rihito's unruly, bleached mane; he was already being served by a bartender who wasn't Himuro. There was no sign of Kaneda either. Apparently he arrived early...

"That's right, pal, just the way I like it," He excitedly encouraged, raising the glass of drink in the air when the bartender finished filling it "Today is a day to celebrate, and I want to start in style!"

"Oh? And what are we celebrating, sir?," the bartender asks with a crooked smile, probably hoping that winding up the customer's conversation would result in more drinks being ordered and a fatter tip going into his pocket by the end of his shift.

"Oh, nothing much. Only the simplicity of life that makes it more interesting," Lihito takes a sip of his drink, closing his eyes "That promotion at work, that unexpected good news, our friends and the joy we feel when they get good things too..."

"Only when they know how to get the best out of these good things," Okubo says as he approaches the counter, making Rihito turn around and the bartender look up "Because when they don't know, we feel like beating the crap outta them, really..."

"Okubo!," Lihito exclaims, surprised, but still smiling "What the hell are you doing here? Is the date going to be here at the bar?”

"Nope. The atmosphere here is nice, but it's not the most romantic," Okubo murmurs as he sits down next to his friend, who laughs derisively.

“It's not the most sappy, you mean. But I'm glad you didn't change the meeting point. For a second I thought you decided to bring Miss Uta here because you'd feel more confident with Himuro, Kaneda and me around. I'm not cut to be a kindergarden teacher who takes kids to the bathroom by their hands, hahaha!"

"Screw you..."

Lihito laughs again, giving Okubo a cracking slap on the shoulder before exclaiming to the bartender, “Remember what I said about the joy we feel when our friends get something good, pal? This motherfucker right here is making me really happy right now. After years of collecting rejections, he finally landed a girl who deigned to give his ugly mug a chance. Isn't this worth celebrating?"

"Oh, congratulations, sir," The bartender says simply, while Okubo grunts, half red:

"Pot, meet the fuckin' kettle! And if I collect rejections, you have a trophy room full of 'em, asshole."

"Don't yell for the whole bar to hear, you jerk! But seriously, what are you doing here? Isn't your date in a couple of hours?," He then widens his eyes “Oh no… she didn't cancel the whole thing, did she?"

"No, no, the date’s still on," Okubo assures quickly "That's... That's why I'm here."

"Huh? I don't get it," Rihito shakes his head, confused "Shouldn't you be getting ready then?"

"I alreay am. I've taken a bath, put on some cologne, filled up the car, bought her some nice gifts, the whole package..."

“Okay, but that still doesn't explain what the fuck you're doing here. Did you just come to kill time until it's your turn? Or...," Rihito then widens his eyes, noticing his tense and anxious posture, and Okubo makes an embarrassed face at his indignant expression "Oh no. Oh hell no, bro! You're not going to tell me you're chickening out, are you?"

"No! I mean...uugh!," He puts both hands on his face, resting his elbows on the counter and leaning a little over it "I'm not chickening out, backing out or anything like that. It's just that..."

"It's just what? Are you just whining, thinking of a thousand ways this could go wrong? Then fuckin' stop it!," Rihito slams a hand on the counter, pointing at him with a snarl "When you enter a octagon, do you enter it confidently, with your head held high, or do you shit your pants while thinking about the many ways you could lose the match? Dude, you didn't become a heavyweight MMA champion by anticipating defeats and being pessimistic!"

"I fucking know that! But this is not a match, something I can overcome and win by punching and kicking! I...," Okubo lets out a huge sigh, gesturing agitatedly to the other "The things that are at stake here are more complicated than trying to keep a fucking belt, Rihito."

"How so? There's nothing complicated about it, dammit!," Rihito takes a sip of his glass before continuing "You take her out, start a nice chat, pay her check, take her dancing, make out with her and then spend the rest of the night fucking her brains out! People have been doing this since the dawn of the world, man. If it were something that complicated, blue balls would be a worldwide epidemic!"

"Uugh...," Okubo moans, shaking his head "You don't understand..."

"What am I not understanding? Fuckin' tell me!," Rihito asks in frustration "You finally got what you've been wanting for the last few weeks, with a girl who clearly has a massive crush on you. It would only go wrong if you acted like a freaking idiot. What's making you so nervous and insecure?"

Okubo opens his mouth, distressed, wanting more than anything to open himself up to his friend, be honest, beg for him to shine a light... and nothing. His tongue refuses to form words. It was as if something had tied it up in a blind knot. An invisible force clogged his throat as well.

Explaining about his misadventures involving the bistro he had to go to in less than two hours would be almost like reliving them, and would probably be even more humiliating considering that he'd have to admit his inability to get over being dumped without being traumatized in the process.

But it was Rihito he was talking to. Rihito was in the same boat as him, Rihito would understand better than anyone... and still, the fucking knot in his tongue wouldn't untie, damn it!

“I… I don't know, man. I just don't want anything to go wrong, you know?," He sighs, speaking lower, sounding almost anguished "I know it's just going to be a one night stand, but still… she's my fan, dude. Someone who looks up to me. I value these things and I don't want to lose them. I don't want to give her reasons to think I'm a disappointment. And because of these thoughts, this fuckin' anxiety just won't leave me alone..."

He rubs his eyes wearily. Rihito remains silent, and when Okubo glances at him sideways, his expression was tense, worried, his brow furrowed. Shit, he knew that look. The last thing he wanted was his friend's pity, it would be a level of humiliation he would never recover from...

"Hey, pal!," Lihito suddenly exclaims, his expression now determined as he turns to the bartender "Pour one more, and it's on me. My brother here needs to wet his throat."

"What- no, wait, Rihito!," Okubo blinks, taken aback "You’re not telling me to drink with you, right? I have a date in less than two hours, remember?"

"How could I forget? You've only talked about it so far! It's precisely because of this crap that I'm doing this," Rihito points to him again. “How do you expect this to work if you're tense, nervous and with a constipated face all the time? Miss Uta will think something's wrong. Maybe she'll even think that she's the problem. You don't want that, do you?"

"Of course not!"

"Well, that's it then. Shut your trap and drink it down!"

The bartender fills a shot glass and makes it slide across the counter, stopping right in front of Okubo. He stares at it uncertainly, his mouth tightening into a line of discomfort.

"I don't know, Rihito... if the cops pull me over, and if they see that I've been drinking, even just a little..."

"Take a train then. We are close to a station. We'll take care of your car."

“But… what if she notices I've been drinking? What if she smells it on me, I don't know. She might get upset, think that I'm a inconsiderate jerk..."

“Dude, I just want you to have a little sip. I'm not telling you to get completely shitfaced," Lihito shakes his head, pushing the glass towards him "Alcohol is one hell of a disinhibitor. A few sips are enough. You'll quickly forget about your fretting. You'll be relaxed and won't screw everything up. That's a good thing, isn't it?"

Okubo looks at him sideways again, hesitantly, before once more staring at the glass and the dark, translucent liquid inside. Drinking before such an important appointment was something so stupid to do... and yet, he couldn't think of any other way to lessen the jitters that gnawed at his insides. He takes a deep breath, picks up the shot glass and drinks in one gulp, his eyes squeezed shut as the liquid burns down his throat. He slams his glass down on the counter, grunting and shaking his head a little, as Lihito cheers.

"Hell yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about! Pour another one, pal!"

“Damn, this shit's strong,” Okubo takes a deep breath, and Rihito laughs, shoulders shaking.

"Yeah, man, that's the good stuff and you'll owe me for it, haha. But it's helping, right? I know it is!"

“Yeah… a little bit,” he admits, smirking. Alcohol always left him feeling light and buoyant, and after all that gnawing anxiety, those feelings were more than welcome "But I guess just one won't do, hehe."

“You got that right. ‘Come on, here comes the second shot!," Rihito claps his hands when the bartender slides a second glass across the counter towards Okubo. He doesn't hesitate this time, grabbing the glass and again drinking it whole, growling loudly as Lihito spurred him on with a whistle that made the entire bar jump.

"Hell yeah, you dried that glass out like a pro! It even made me want to drink some more with you, hahaha!"

Okubo laughs again, louder this time. Heck, stoping by the bar before going to meet Tomori wasn't a bad idea at all. Rihito was really helping. He was feeling so much more peaceful, uninhibited...

"Well then, let’s keep goin! I think I'll order another one."

"Dude, are you sure?"

"Yeah, relax. I'm a responsible adult, ain’t I?" Okubo smiles, raising a thumb. "I know my limits, so I'll know when to stop too."

"Ahaha, if you say so! Okay then, let's have just a few more before your date. Or before Himuro and Kaneda arrive to scold us, hehehe!," Rihito slaps his shoulder again, both laughing like idiots.

That might be a little irresponsible, but if it was helping him relax, what was the problem? He'd go meet Tomori feeling carefree and flipping the bird to the bistro and all the unpleasant memories that would come with it. And besides, they weren't going to drink much more. What could go wrong?

...

Sunday, present time

Okubo woke up with the sun hitting him in the eyes with the gentleness of a right hook, his head ringing like a church bell.

Hangover. That goddamned hangover, one of his oldest enemies, was coming back to haunt him once more. He was in his apartment, he knew because he could recognize the sheets, the pillow and the position of the window, whose curtains were left open. He just couldn't remember how he got back there, because the painful throbbing in his temples wouldn't allow it.

Soon his stomach wakes up too, and just like his head, it seem to be in a bad mood. He groans, hugging his stomach with one arm while hiding his eyes from the sun's rays with the other. That's what he got for drinking too much without eating anything between breaks... he hadn't even had a chance to taste that baked cheese he'd seen on Tomori's table...

... Tomori!

He sits up with an abruptness that sent the entire room spinning, his eyes wide, an icy sense of horror washing over him as if someone had dumped a bucket of water over his bed.

The memories of last night hit him with the force of a train wreck. Him, driving through the streets while ignoring traffic lights and crosswalks, in that assurance of his immortality that every drunk possessed. Him, arriving at the bistro, acting like a complete idiot with no sense of his surroundings. Him, hugging Tomori suddenly and making her uncomfortable. He, nearly picking a fight with another customer. Him, offering money to a waitress to encourage her to break her workplace rules. And Tomori, stunned, confused, mortified, and furious, so furious, furious as when she'd tried to defend herself from pursuers with the shards of a glass bottle, glaring at him like she'd glared at those kids…

No! No, no, he might be be remembering it wrong! It must have been some some trick that his mind affected by the hangover was playing on him, because it was not possible that the images that were playing in it were not the result of some nightmare!

He searches, groping, eyes still complaining about the light entering the room, until he finds his cell phone, on one of the dressers next to the huge bed. He unlocks it, groaning when the bright screen hurts his eyes, and quickly searches through his contacts. There were several messages in his friend's chat group, but the last one in Tomori's contact was sent by herself, the night before, before he arrived at the bistro. And holy shit, she hadn't blocked him! He starts typing frantically.

Okubo_Naoya:

miss uta

it's me

I don't even know what to say about yesterday

only that I'm really REALLY sorry

Please, please forgive me, I don’t know what I was thinking!

I know that what I did has no excuse, I take the blame

but please, please let me explain myself

can I stop by the bakery today?

I'll wait for your shift to end if you need to, I swear I won’t get in the way

but please talk to me, I'm begging you

He gets off the bed, intending to get dressed… only then the room spins like a merry-go-round again, pain stabbing through his head like a knife, bitter bile rising in his throat. He had no choice but to drop the phone on the bed and run to the bathroom, where he emptied a stomach that wasn't even full.

He rinses his mouth and brushes his teeth as he stares at himself in the mirror. Hell, he looked awful, and considering he'd never been a particularly good-looking guy, that was saying a lot. He was unhealthily pale, with dark circles under his eyes, which were puffy, and with stubble covering the lower half of his face... he couldn't show up at the bakery looking like that! He didn't want to give Tomori an even worse impression than she had yesterday. He takes a quick shower and shaves, which proves to be a good idea, because it is in the closed space of the bathroom that he smells the stench of alcohol that permeated him.

He returns to the room with just a towel around his waist, immediately grabbing his phone, but there's no response from Tomori. She hadn't even visualized his messages. He feels his stomach lurch again with despair and remorse, and to try to ease the feeling, he clicks on his friends' group chat, full of unread messages, since last night.

GiantKiller:

how is he rihito?

have you guys arrived at his place?

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

yep

we just got out the elevator

you had to see the receptionist's face when I came in carrying him

Gigolo:

I still don't know how you're more sober than him

you'd also had a lot to drink, hadn't you?

Mr_Iron_Finger:

way less than him bro

I told him to cut it out after a while but he didn't listen

but what about his car?

is it going to stay there in front of the bar?

Gigolo:

there’s no other place for it to stay

kaneda and I don’t drive and you can’t drive while drunk

I talked to the cleaning staff and they'll keep an eye on the SUV

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

alright then

man I don't know what to do

he's a wreck ffs

I've never seen him like this before

it's scaring the shit outta me

GiantKiller:

is he sick?

give him some water, he’ll need it

and if he don’t get better, call an ambulance

he may need to take saline

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

dude if it was just that I'd know what to do

but he's a wreck in a sissy way, y'know?

he won't stop blabbing about what a horrible mf he is, he nearly cried at some point

man he must've make an ass outta himself at that bistro

that chick was fuckin PISSED

Gigolo:

of course she was

you dumbasses messed up BIG TIME

what the fuck were you thinking to make him drink before a date??

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

I jus wanted to help him relax ffs!

we’re going to drink only a little, but we got carried away

GiantKiller:

that's the problem, you guys never knew how to drink responsibly

of course things would end this way!

but forget it, now is not the time to lecture you

give him water, take off his clothes, make him lie down and give him some pills, one for his head and one for his stomach

because tomorrow he will wake up with a hell of a hangover

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

ok I can do 90% of that

but do I really need to take off his clothes?

don’t wanna get another dude naked fuckin hell

Gigolo:

cut that shit out

what matters now is helping okubo

it's not time to worry if seeing a drunk naked dude will make you question your fuckin sexuality

Mr_Iron_Fingers:

alright, alright, got it

dammit

I feel awful

if I knew that it’d end like this, I wouldn’t have made him drink

Okubo could no longer bear to read the messages that followed those. It was too much humiliation for a hungover motherfucker to bear. He puts a hand over his face, snarling, his head throbbing painfully again. Not only had he embarrassed and hurt the only girl who's been nice enough to let him get close, he's had to be looked after by his friends like a four-year-old in need of a babysitter... he quickly types a reply, just to reassure the three of them.

EggHead:

I just woke up

thanks for yesterday guys

I fucked up really bas yesterday

if it weren't for you guys I don't even know how I would've got back to my place

I'm going to the bakery to solve this mess

yeah the hangover is killing me but I can’t wait

I have to talk to miss uta, apologize to her

talk to you guys later

He puts the phone aside while getting dressed. He hears several sounds of notifications, and when he finishes getting ready, he picks up the phone again, hoping that one of them was from Tomori. But no, they were all from the group chat. He takes a deep, unhappy breath before stuffing his cell phone into his pocket and running towards the entrance to his apartment. He didn't have the SUV at the time, so he'd have to catch the train. The bakery closed early on Sundays, and if he didn't hurry, he wouldn't be able to get to it in time.

And in his rush to leave, he hadn't noticed that there was a glass of water on the kitchen counter, on top of what looked like a sheet of paper torn in half, two small pills lined up beside it.

* * *

Even with the bakery always closing early on Sundays, the day had been slow to pass for Tomori.

She had expected the day before to arrive at work buzzing with happiness and satisfaction, full of amazing things to tell Kanami and Hiro and steamy details she could share with Akane over the phone. But she had arrived unhappy, in a bad mood, with horrible memories of the fiasco that that date had been.

Every time she remembered Okubo's awful behavior, she felt like either crying or breaking something. She'd probably do both at the same time if she let herself go. But no, she was a professional cook and needed to learn to separate her obligations from her personal life. So she'd worked with a concentration that was borderline manic, and yet she'd made amateurish mistakes, like overdoing the coloring for the royal icing or letting an entire batch of cookies burn. And obviously, it wouldn't go unnoticed by her boss and friend.

"Seriously, Tomori…," Kanami says to the sous-chef, when she pulls her aside at the back of the bakery "What happened? You sure as hell wouldn't look like that after a date with someone. Nobody would be, if it was good. Spit it out."

The head baker crosses her muscular arms, looking at her friend with those acidic eyes. When she sensed that something didn't smell right, Kanami was sure to be the first to feel it, and she was almost always right about that. Well, in this case, there was no way to hide it.

Tomori swallows hard, averting her eyes as she bites down on his bottom lip. Her biggest fear was that she would burst into tears as soon as she started to tell Kanami about her experience.

"I… I don't want to talk about that, Kanny..."

"We're almost closing, we're in the locker room, at the back of the bakery, and we can go out for something good after that. I just want to know what happened. Seriously, Tomoh, I'm worried about you. All of us are."

"Yes!," Hiro's voice could be heard from the locker room door "I even asked about baldie but you made such an angry face at me that I felt the poison in my mouth as if I had kissed you. Start talking!"

"Hirooooo…," The baker rolls her eyes "Wasn't this supposed to be a private conversation between women?"

"Gender doesn't matter when it comes to friends who understand each other at such a level, Kanny!"

"It matters when it comes to a fuckin' locker room! Get away from the door!," she looks at Tomori, one hand holding the other arm "Sorry, Tomori, but it's true, we are heartbroken to see you, Heavy Bakery's ray of sunshine, so unhappy..."

Tomori sniffs, biting her mouth a little. In that very difficult moment, feeling loved and appreciated like that made a huge difference. She now, more than ever, wanted to lay her head on Kanami's shoulder and turn on the waterworks. She sniffles, looking away and covering her mouth with one hand, her eyes blurring with tears.

"Kanny... Hiro…," She manages to stammer, her voice a bit muffled "I- I don't even know how to tell you… it was so awful, so ridiculous…!"

“What did he do?," Kanami's eyes opened a little, one lower eyelid trembling when she asked in a harsh voice "If he hurt you, I swear to fucking god…!"

"No! He- he didn't do anything to me!," She hurries to explain through a sob "Not physically, at least… he… uugh… he arrived almost an hour late for our date at the bistro… and he was completely drunk!," She hides her face in her hands, mortified.

"What?!," Hiro and Kanami exclaim at the same time.

"Like... completely shitfaced? Seriously?!," Hiro screeches at the door, still not entering "I swear to fucking god, there isn't a single intelligent muscle-head in this world!"

"I can't believe it..." Kanami shakes her head, a hand over her mouth, looking indignant "You must've been so embarrassed, Tomoh…"

"I- I almost died of embarrassment.…," Tomori whimpers, trying to wipe away hetr tears with the back of her hands “He came driving drunk. Driving drunk, my God in heaven! He could have run over someone, hit another car or a pole, I don't know! Then he was making a fool of himself in front of the entire bistro, and then he tried to pick a fight with another customer and... and then he even tried to bribe the waitress when she told him to leave! I just wanted to crawl into a hole and disappear off the face of the Earth..."

Kanami puts her hand on her friend's shoulder, pulling her closer and letting her cry. She lets out a sigh.

"Hiro…"

"What?," he answers from the door

"For today you're an honorary woman. Come in, this is serious business. But bring some water and tissues, please."

"Leave it to me!," he runs off to comply with the request.

"Sit down, Tomori," she sits down with her friend on the bench "Cry as much as you want, you need it."

She simply nods, letting herself collapse onto Kanami's shoulder, her own shoulders shaking every now and then with sobs. She had been holding back that flood since returning home the night before. Crying under the covers in the solitude of her bedroom didn't have the same liberating effect as crying in the arms of one of her best friends. It was like lifting a giant weight off her chest, or washing and treating an infected wound. It burned, it hurt, but it was part of the healing process.

"I… I should have left right then and there," She finally manages to say, her voice breaking "I should have left him there, shouldn't have bothered… but I couldn't, Kanny. He was going to take that fucking car and drive off again, he could cause an accident, kill someone... or kill himself. I took him to the bar where his friends were. I hate how I still worried, cared about him... I wish I was more like you in times like this..."

"No," Kanami cuts her off immediatelly "I would've done the same, Tomori. I wouldn't let an idiot like that go around causing more trouble than he already has. You did the right thing and nipped it in the bud. Don't beat yourself up about it, you've done absolutely nothing wrong."

"Yes, honey," Hiro arrives with the water, his face solem "And honestly, it's better this way, Tomori," He hands the water and a handkerchief to her "Better get rid of it at once. For him to do some shit like that... it's a good thing you didn't even touch him. You've already realized that he sucks, no matter how famous and competent at his job he is."

She knew they were right, and yet, hearing those words hurt. She accepts the water and the handkerchief, muttering a “thank you” before tipping the glass to her mouth, sipping slowly, eyes closed. She leaves the glass beside her on the bench, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself down, still holding Kanami's hand.

"Yeah ...but- but you know what the worst part of all this is? He- He cried," She murmurs, her head down "He cried in the car, saying he'd screwed up, that he was a piece of shit… and he sounded so sorry that for a second I almost wanted to forgive him… but I couldn’t. What he did was unjustified. I can't understand, guys...," She shakes her head, another tear running down her cheek "Why did he do that? He was the one who had suggested that date. He looked as excited as I was. He's been so sweet and attentive to me ever since we started talking... and now I can't stop wondering if he was just pretending so he could make me vulnerable, easy to manipulate... simply because he knew that I was a fan of his..."

"I don't know," Kanami sighs "I have no idea what's going on in his head. But I'm sure at the very least he knows he screwed up. I hope this serves as a lesson for him too. If not, and he messes with you again, my fists will beat the lesson into him."

"Well… Kanami…," Hiro smiles weakly "I don't know if you noticed, but the guy is almost seven feet tall…"

“I'm not afraid of him. If he's champion of whatever there is, if he's the devil himself, I don't care. Nobody messes with my family and friends."

"Well said," Paikon says, from the locker room door "And… look, Tomori, I know I warned you, but… damn, ruining a measly innocent date was one hell of a stupid move. I didn't have faith in him from the get go, but wow, he exceeded my expectations."

"Wow, Paikon, even you?"

"What? You're all gathered in the locker room and I'm a curious little pest, hehehe..."

Tomori can't resist, letting out a choked laugh, wiping her eyes again, a happy little warmth igniting amidst the icy sadness in her chest.

"Heh… thanks, guys… it's too good to know that I can count on you like this…," She then turns to the janitor "And yes, Paikon, you warned me… I should've listened to you. I really don't know anything about him. I mean... I already knew that he had a bit of a complicated history involving drinking, petty crimes and a womanizing way, but... but I didn't think any of that would affect me because I just wanted to have fun... uugh, damn it, I wore a cute outfit, Akane made magic with my hair, I put on my best perfume and even endured that Brazilian wax shit, only to end the night alone and crying my eyes off...!"

Kanami and Hiro hissed understandingly, and Paikon pouted.

"Okaaaay… I think I deserved that for being to nosy," the janitor turns around "I'll attend to the remaining customers.

"There's a customer left? – Kanami raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, that tall, seaweed-headed guy…"

"Oooh…," Kanami makes a face, her cheeks blushing "That botomless pit. Alright."

"You mean your bottomless pit, right…?"

"I'm not the focus this time, Hiro...," She stares at the cashier with anger and embarrassment.

Paikon laughs and leaves. Kanami turns to Tomori.

"Anyway… holy crap, Tomoh… No wonder you're so bummed…"

"Yeah… that’s- that’s kinda ridiculous, you know…," Tomori blows her nose on the handkerchief that Hiro had brought. "I should've a little more sense and not idolize famous fighters like that… putting them on pedestals ... the fall was too high and it hurts. It'll continue to hurt for a while longer. Shit, I really looked up to that idiot! Now all I can think about is that I don't want to see him again anytime soon. Not on television and not in front of me..."

"Hnm…," Kanami thinks a little, seeming to make up her mind "I think that going out with friends and having some meat will make you feel better, what do you think? If Akane is free, then the four of us can go together. What do you say?

"Yes, Tomoh! Then you'll forget that shit while on a nice afternoon with people who really care about you!," Hiro smiles "Hey, can we have some grilled meat? I'm in the mood for some juicy beef..."

"Fine be me. Come on, Tomoh, let's get things ready for us to go."

"Yeah… I think that's exactly what I need…," Tomori sighs after nodding, accepting when Kanami extends a hand to help her get up "Juicy, well-smoked meat… and a little of booze. I'll call Akane too, I want to hear her cursing when she finds out that all her work on me was wasted, hahaha..."

"Oh my, that girl is going to talk her mouth off," Hiro smiles, leaving the locker room with the girls "Even more than she usually does, ahhahahaa."

"I would do the same… let's curse this man out more than a sailor would!"

Tomori didn't exactly know if she wanted to curse Okubo herself, but she certainly wouldn't stop her friends from doing it. The laughs it would elicit might help her feel better. And if not, they would at least help her forget about her bad mood until she returned to the hole of loneliness she called home...

"Oh, you sonuvabitch," She hears Paikon's voice suddenly, all the way back from the counter, making the three of them start a little. "You still got the balls to show your face around here again, eh, you bastard?"

"Hey, what did he do?," They hear Ohma's voice too, sounding confused. He was still thetre, aparently.

"Huh?," Tomori blinks, confused as well "Who is Paikon talking to…?"

"Look, gramps, I don't want any trouble, okay?," A voice interrupts her from the counter, sounding tired and anguished. "I just want to talk to Miss Uta, please. I swear I won't bother you anymore after this..."

Tomori gets pale, her stomach plummeting as if she's inside a falling elevator. "Mr. Okubo? W-What is he doing here?!," She shrinks all over. Shit, shit, hearing his voice was making the pain come back, the wound opening up again...!

Kanami looks at her friend, frowning.

"You don't want to talk to him, do you?," She asks, and when Tomori vehemently shakes her head, the baker pats her on the shoulder "Alright. Stay here," she flexes her hands and snaps her fingers. "Hiro…"

"Yes ma'am," he turns to Tomori and whispers, "C'mon, honey, let's get our things and get out by the backdoor, quickly."

"O-Okay..." Tomori nods again, looking at Kanami, not knowing what to do. She sure as hell didn't want to see him at the moment! But she knew her friend too well, she knew what she intended to do… and she didn't know how to feel about it "Kanny… he's- he's a professional martial artist with decades under his belt. You're incredibly strong, but he's got a lot more experience and… please, you don't have to pick a fight because of me. Just tell him to get lost, say you're going to call the cops if he doesn't leave, I don't know..."

"Just go, Tomori," she dismisses it with one hand "We'll meet later on our way out, okay? Let me know when you find a good place and I'll go there."

And she went to the counter at the front of the bakery. Paikon was there, holding a broom, preventing the man from getting closer. Ohma watched the situation completely puzzled, but didn't move to intervene. Good.

"You... You already know what happened, right? Shit...," She sees Okubo scratching his scalp. His face was awful, looking exhausted and even a little sick. Surely the main cause of that was the hangover, but she wondered if there was some remorse worsening his condition "Seriously, gramps, you can hate me as much as you want. I deserve it. I messed up really bad, I was one hell of an idiot. But I swear I want to fix this," He bows a little awkwardly. "Please let me speak with Miss Uta! I want to apologize and explain myself!"

"She doesn't want to talk to you, sir," Kanami says, putting a bit of venom in the last word, crossing her arms in an intimidating way "And after what you did, none of us do."

Ohma raises an eyebrow, still quiet, still listening and still confused.

Okubo actually takes a step back, tense, his broad shoulders stiffening.

"Miss Kanami,… I- I swear I can explain myself, if you let me," He assures, clasping his hands as if pleading "I'm not trying to make any excuses, because what I did has no justification, but- but there was a reason for what happened. It was an accident, I didn't plan any of that, I swear! I... I have a little drinking problem, it was an oversight on my part, but it won't happen again! If- if she gives me another chance-"

"No, Okubo. You don't have to explain anything, or even get a chance to. Your face has already told me enough," She goes out of the counter through the small door, and walks down the corridor towards him "A face that I'm honestly sick of looking at…"

She is prevented from moving forward by Ohma, who takes her by the arm.

"Hey, hey," He mutters "Seriously, I don't know what he did, but I won't let you hit him like that. He's still my friend, Kanami."

Okubo had become even more tense, but he took a deep breath when Ohma stopped the bakery owner's advance

"Thanks, Ohma… but honestly, I… I deserve it…," He makes a devastated expression, shoulders slumping "I was a piece of shit, I know… I'm just asking for a chance to prove that I'm not shitty all the time, that I can be better than this. I...," He gives Kanami a weak smile "If I buy something from the bakery, will you cut me some slack? Haha… ooh, shit, I shouldn't have said that…," He realizes with a groan.

Kanami's eyes widened in a homicidal fury, and Okubo saw the moment when Ohma's shoulders tensed, no doubt sensing something, looking alarmed as he held her.

"Let me go! He made Tomori cry," she growls at him "Nobody messes with my family and gets away with it!"

Ohma looks at Okubo and frowns

"Okay, all yours," and he lets go of the baker's arm, which shoots like a train towards the tallest fighter.

"WHAT?!," Okubo screeches, his eyes widening, but in the next instant, Kanami had already shortened the distance between them. He stares, dumbfounded, in the half second it took for the baker to draw back her arm, fist clenched tightly... and he did nothing to stop the violent collision that followed. A heavy blow to the chin which made his hangover-ravaged head ring again as if his brain had been let loose in there. He could almost feel it rattle inside his skull, pain exploding through that entire hemisphere and making him yelp.

If he had been a smaller and far less resilient man, he would have fallen flat on his back. But being who he was, he only bumped into a couple of tables, managing to grab one just in time to keep from collapsing, disoriented by the impact and the pain. Heaving, his lower lip cut and bleeding, he looks up at Kanami in shock.

"And there's more where that came from, you pompous fuck!," she advances with hard steps towards him, her acid eyes burning "I don't know what came into your empty head to do such a shitty. She was completely into you, you fucker!," She holds his shirt collar, staring at him "And what do you do? You arrive at the fucking date completely shitfaced like the manchild you are!," She lets him go with brusqueness, and he falls off the table where he was propping himself up. Kanami gets up, still looking at him in disgust "I swear, I'm not ripping your face off right now only because you didn't attack or harass her. Just for that…," she claps her hands "I'll let you leave in one piece. But don't come back."

She takes a step away, making room for him to leave.

Kanami was used to the idiots she was forced to beat up trying to argue with her, fight back or use the police card to try to intimidate her. A part of her even expected him to choose one of these options. But what that giant who was almost seven feet tall and that certainly weighed more than 220 pounds did was to lower his head, swallow hard and get up with some difficulty, again having to use the table for support. He looks up slowly at her, his pose meek, submissive. And she thought she'd never seen such a defeated expression on the face of a fighter who held the title of champion of an entire fight promotion.

"… I'm sorry," He says in a low voice, slowly turning towards the door. "I'm sorry…," And he leaves without saying anything else, the sharp sound of the bell above the door accompanying him.

Kanami almost, almost felt bad about it, but she pushed the thought away with a growl and a shake of her hands to relax her tense muscles.

“Nice punch,” Ohma comments as she approaches.

"Hnmf… thanks," She sighs, letting her hair loos "I didn't feel good about that though.”

" 'Course you didn't," Ohma crosses his arms. "He let you punch him. Where's the fun in that?"

"I know…," She snorts, grunting low "And that pisses me off even more. That bastard underestimated me," She looked at him "Welp... we're about to close. Do you want anything else…?"

"A milkshake."

* * *

The way back to his apartment had seemed extremely short. Okubo barely remembered arriving at the station, taking the train, sitting on a bench, swaying with every bump with a dead expression on his face. His actions since leaving the bakery had been automatic, robotic; a machine operating with total indifference. Only the pains in his head and jaw still reminded him that he was made of flesh and blood.

When he got off the train, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, the sound of notifications reaching his ears. He picked up the device, the wisp of hope he insisted on keeping alive dying out when he saw that none of the messages he had received were from Tomori. Some were from his trainer, wanting to schedule a routine check-up for him before his next fight, and others were from his manager, talking about a meeting where they would discuss possible sponsorship from a company that specializes in “fit” food. Most of them, though, were from his friends' group chat.

He didn't even need to open it to know they were asking for him, perhaps wanting to dissuade him from going to the bakery. Well, it was too late for that now, wasn't it?

"I should ask about my car... I should go get it... I should..."

He didn't even have the willpower left to mentally complete that sentence. He wonders if being beaten in a fight, with no hope of a rematch, felt like that. He hadn't felt that way when he was defeated by Kanoh Agito during the Annihilation Tournament, so he couldn't tell. All he knew was that he was broken, dejected, and more than ever he wanted his bed, his television, his PS4, or who knows, maybe a little booze to forget-

"No! I don't want to see booze in front of me anytime soon, for fuck's sake!”

The sudden anger at himself and his own imbecility, which had cost him the affection of the nicest girl he'd met in years, made the pain in his head and jaw intensify as he flexed the muscles in his face. But he preferred that to feeling empty again.

Soon the towering facade of the apartment complex where he lived came into view, and that only made his body feel heavier, yearning for his bed. He wouldn't even look the doorman in the face as he walked past the gatehouse, nor the receptionist. He wouldn't answer any questions they asked (especially about the ugly bruise that must've been forming on his jaw) and he would tell Rihito, Himuro, and Kaneda to leave because he wanted to be left alone...

... Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda?

"Okubo! Holy shit, thank god you're back!"

It is then that his eyes register the SUV, his SUV, parked in front of the complex. It hadn't been hard to recognize it, considering it was the only blue car in sight. And also because of his three friends, standing beside the vehicle and frantically waving at his across the avenue. Yeah, subtlety was never one of their strong suits.

"Guys? W-What are you doing here?," He asks, confused, as he approaches, crossing the avenue and barely paying attention to the traffic around him. Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda scream when a silver Nissan has to brake hard to avoid running his over, while Okubo only felt his stomach give a brief somersault in fright.

"Are you crazy? Do you want to die in the middle of the avenue, you dumbass?!," The driver yells angrily, but all Okubo does is mutter a 'sorry, pal' while he continued to walk towards his friends, who were now stunned.

"Hell, he's worse than a zombie...," Rihito comments, while Himuro shakes his head, a little pale after the scare.

"It's a remake of Dawn of the Dead, but with braindead gorillas instead of normal people. Watch where you're going, Okubo, you fuckwit! You almost traumatized us for the rest of our lives with the dumbest death in history!"

“Seriously, man, we learn to look both ways before crossing a street in middle school! And...," Kaneda then widens his eyes when Okubo gets close enough to them "My god, what happened to your face? Did someone punch you or something?!"

“Oh…” Okubo touches the sore area of his jaw with his fingertips before looking up at his friends. And suddenly, he feels that crushing sadness returning, compressing his chest like an anvil, exhaustion making his body feel it was made of lead "I'm such a piece of shit, guys... I fucked up absolutely everything... I deserved much more than just the punch Miss Kanami gave me..."

"Oooh..." The three of them seemed to understand, wincing their shoulders and grinding their teeth while making pained, sympathetic expressions. Rihito, asks, worried, "So... auntie and the bakery staff already know about what happened? That girl spilled the beans fast as hell, huh."

"Rihito…," Kaneda hisses in a reproachful tone while Himuro, shaking his head, says, placing a hand on Okubo's shoulder:

"This is not the place to talk about that. Let's go to your apartment, the hangover left you a mess."

Okubo just nods, not even trying to argue. He'd wanted to be alone at first, confined to the depressive bubble his apartment was likely to become in the next few days. But now that he was with his friends, he felt an overwhelming need to loosen his tongue and vent. He felt he needed it, otherwise that weight would crush him from the inside.

He manages to pull his car into the compound and into its designated spot, and then the four of them go up to his apartment in tense silence. None of them could take their eyes off the darkening bruise on Okubo's chin for more than a few seconds, and they couldn't stop wondering if things would have been different if they'd accompanied him to the bakery.

"So…," Kaneda is the first to speak, while Okubo unlocks the apartment door, after the four of them have left the elevator "Did you go to the bakery right after sending that message earlier?"

"Yeah… I couldn’t wait any longer than that," Okubo admits, opening space for his friends to enter first, closing the door behind him after passing through it. "The bakery closes early on Sundays, so…"

"Have you tried texting her before?," Himuro asks without pretense, staring at him with a frown, and Okubo becomes even more aware of the silent phone in his pocket. He nods, massaging his sore jaw.

"I have. But she didn't answer. She didn't even visualize them..."

"Fuck... she didn't even ask how you 'were feeling after yesterday? You could've gotten alcohol poisoning and been admitted to the hospital, as far as she knew...," Lihito comments, to which Kaneda shakes his head at him.

"It was not her obligation to worry about it, considering everything she went through yesterday. No offense, Okubo, but..."

"I know, Kaneda. I don't blame her for not caring. Or for wanting to keep her distance...," Okubo rubs his eyes as he sits down on the biggest sofa in the room "I just wish I could have spoken to her directly, explained myself, apologized... but her boss didn't even let me see her. Even the fuckin' janitor was pissed at me and wanted to shoo me away with a broom. They treated me like a criminal, you know...?"

"Dude, sorry if I'm being to honest, but you drove under the influence. You're technically a criminal," Himuro arches an eyebrow, to which Rihito snorts with a roll of his eyes.

"He didn't cause an accident or hit anyone, did he? So who cares?," He shrugs "Everyone likes to think they're so above reproach and to pretend they've never done a single questionable shit in their life... you're not a horrible person for making a mistake."

"Yeah, but not being a horrible person doesn't make you exempt from suffering the consequences of those mistakes. Seriously, what were you thinking?," Kaneda asks while Himuro and he sit at opposite ends of the coffee table in the living room, gesticulating in frustration "You knew you'd have a date in a few hours. How could you think getting drunk was a good idea?"

"I didn't, damn it! I... I was just getting really nervous, anxious and I couldn't think of anything else to help me relax... I never planned for that to happen, it just got out of my control!," He gestures too, then moans and goes back to holding his head in his hands "And this fuckin' headache that doesn't go away...!"

"Huh? You didn't see the pills I left on the kitchen counter?," Lihito asks, frowning, while Himuro's eyes widen a little when he understands something.

"Wait a minute, you didn't stop by the kitchen today? Have you not eaten anything since you woke up?"

"Dude, I… I didn't even think about it," Okubo hides his face in his left hand, his eyes closed, his voice tired, sounding almost dead "I just… I just kept remembering yesterday, the stupid things I did, the... the look on her face as she looked at me... as if I was a threath like the idiots that chased her that day. It took my appetite away, bro. I think it still hasn't hit me. How... how could I screw this up?!"

He runs his fingers hard over his scalp, elbows resting on his knees. The other three look at each other, just as lost. What did you say to a friend who had screwed up and lost any chances he might have had with a woman? None of them had ever been through that kind of situation, or knew someone who had.

"Shit…," Himuro grunts, imitating Okubo and running his fingers through his hair "If I had arrived a little earlier for my shift, I wouldn't have even let you have that first glass."

“I would have stoped you too. But I still haven't been able to understand what happened, Okubo," Kaneda leans a little over the coffee table "Why were you so nervous? Miss Uta was as excited as you were about the date. Last night could've ended so well. Why did you start to think otherwise?"

“Because life's coincidences love to fuck with me, with my plans and with my traumas”, he says in thoughts, but again, he finds himself unable to verbalize them. If he already had a trauma involving that stupid bistro before, now his case was therapy worthy. He just shakes his head again.

“I don't know, I' just…I was just afraid I'd do something stupid that would make her see that I wasn't everything she thought I was."

“And in the end that's exactly what happened. fucking hell, Okubo...," Himuro lets out a heavy sigh "Now that whole bakery must be demanding your carcass so they can hang it on the facade as an example of what happens to those who mess with them."

"The owner said that the only reason she didn't do that right there was because I didn't harass Miss Uta or anything like that. But she told me never to show up there either..."

"What? Are we forbidden to show up at that sugar shack again?!," Lihito screeches, astonished, and Himuro shouts:

"Damn it, would it kill you to stop using that stupid nickname?!"

"Calm the fuck down! I was the only one who was banned from showing up there, she didn't say anything about you guys," Okubo grunts, throwing his head back and leaning the back of his neck on the back of the sofa "But that could actually be a good thing..."

"Sure it is! We're sorry for you, man, but none of us want to go without the kick-ass food that place offers," Rihito says, Himuro and Kaneda nodding in agreement, and the three of them have to quickly dodge when Okubo throws cushions at them, growling angrily.

"First comes your stomachs, and then comes the solidarity with your peers, right, you disloyal fuckers?! But anyway, that's not what I'm talking about," He leans on the couch, now speaking in a more urgent tone "I can't show up there anymore, but you can! You can try talking to Miss Uta for me!"

That causes a brief awkward silence, with Rihito scratching the back of his head, Himuro looking to the side as if he wasan't part of that cinversation and Kaneda saying, in the gentlest tone he could muster:

"Look, Okubo, we understand how you feel, but I don't think this is a good idea..."

"Please, guys! I swear I'll never ask you for anything else!," He begs, putting his hands together as if in prayer "Just tell her I want to talk with her and apologize in person!"

"Dude, didn't the bruise on your chin and the gash in your mouth teach you anything? If we try to convince Miss Uta to come near you, we'll probably be thrown out of the bakery the same way you were," Himuro explains "Not to mention that it'll only make you look like a coward in her eyes."

"But how am I going to talk to her otherwise, if she doesn't respond to my texts and if I can't even go back to the bakery?!," He gets up a bit to take his phone out of his pocket, sounding a bit desperate "At least you can try to send her a message, then! I-I have her number here still-"

"Okay, Okubo, that's enough! Can you even hear yourself?," Kaneda interrupts him, now a little impatient "Are you really going to give us her number without her consent? Do you want her to be even more mad at you? That way, you will not only get a reputation as an alcoholic, but as a stalker too!"

Okubo wanted to throw the phone in one of their faces, so be damned if the screen was going to get even more cracked! What made him the most angry was that their arguments were irrefutable, only making him feel even more helpless, with no hope of solving everything and winning Tomori back... without even knowing if she really wanted to be won back. Without knowing if she wanted to forgive him or even see him again…

“You can be sure I'll be fine, because it's safer to go home alone than with a drunk jerk!"

And he drops the phone onto the coffee table, putting his hand back to his face with a sound that eerily reminds them of a sob. Rihito, Himuro and Kaneda exchange worried looks before Rihito approaches, slowly reaching out and touching his friend's shoulder.

"C'mon, man, don't be like that... it ended up not working out this time, but it might work with the next one. I doubt that girl is the only female fan you have in all of Japan, as absurd as that sounds, hahaha!"

"No, bro, I don't want anything to do with anymore fans…," Okubo stammers in a muffled voice, without looking up "Even if I run into a girl like that, I'll keep thinking about Miss Uta and that'll fuck me up all over again..."

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Okubo, cut that shit out!," Rihito throws his arms up in frustration, raising his voice and startling the other three "Are you really going to cry over a chick that you only wanted to bang? Get a fucking grip, there's a lot of fish in the sea!"

That makes Okubo look up. But from anguished, his expression had changed to dangerous.

"Huh?! What are you-"

"Weren’t you saying until last week that you were playing the part of the solicitous and friendly idol because that made her more interested in you? Well, it ended up not working out with this one, but it might very well work out with the next ones. Come on, man, just hold your head high and move on, there's no use crying over a girl like that. Let's just go out and have some booze, then you can forget all about that and-"

"Booze? Are you fucking serious? Did you forget that it was precisely because I got drunk that I got dumped by the only girl who reciprocated my interest in her?!," Okubo yells indignantly, jumping up to face Rihito, to which Himuro and Kaneda do the same, suddenly alarmed.

"Hey, calm down, you two-"

"No, I haven't forgotten, but honestly, why the fuck do you care so much?," Rihito growls back, clenching his fists "You were just going to bang her, you said so yourself! You're making a mountain out of a molehill over something that wasn't even that deep-"

"It's too easy for you to say that, damn it! For you, women are disposable like napkins, aren't they?," Okubo interrupts him again, pointing accusingly, and Himuro and Kaneda widen their eyes, quickly approaching the other two, who were now yelling with their faces inches away from each other.

"Stop it, you two!"

"Stay out of this! And you better watch your tone, Chrome Dome Head, even more so with someone who up until now has only helped you, fixed your messes for you and tried to rid you of those neurotic thoughts you were having!," Rihito points at him, almost poking his nose. Okubo's face turns red with anger.

"You helped me?! Yesterday you did everything but help me! Drinking our asses off was your idea, and you still insisted when I hesitated the first time! To be honest, my date going horribly was partially your fault!"

"My fault? Did I, by any chance, pointed a gun at your head and forced you to drink, you fucking idiot?!," Lihito was almost shouting now, equally furious "All I wanted was to help you forget that nervousness, you ungrateful bastard! I was trying to be a good friend, but you don't appreciate it, ‘cause ever since that girl came along you've done nothing but crawl at her feet like a fucking simp! Is she more important to you than your friends who've been by your side through all kinds of hardships?!"

"Holy shit, calm down! Are you listening to yourselves?," Himuro exclaims, wide-eyed, while Kaneda said hurriedly:

"Stop it, you'll end up saying things you don't mean and regretting it later! Just calm down and talk it out like two adults-"

"Stay out of this, you two! And stop projecting your insecurities onto me, you asshole! What's with all that resentment towards her, huh?," Okubo grabs the collar of Lihito's shirt, snorting like a bull "Is this all saltiness because she refused to give you her number on our first visit to the bakery? Then you decided to get even by ruining my date too?!"

There is a small collective gasp as Himuro and Kaneda hold their breaths in unison and turn to Okubo, shocked. Lihito had turned pale, also staring at him in disbelief. And even Okubo himself couldn't believe what had just come out of his mouth. He swallows hard, his stomach plummeting and burning with instant regret.

“Ri- Rihito, I… I didn’t mean it like that…!”

"Fuck you, you piece of shit!," Rihito roars, furious, before pouncing at him with a raised fist. They both fell onto the coffee table, the loud sound of wood giving and splintering filling the entire room, followed by Himuro and Kaneda's screams.

"Okubo, Rihito, no!"

One thing that could be said about fighters like them was that when they fought out of sheer rage, their fights tended to last no more than a minute. In the end, Himuro and Kaneda managed to pull them away from each other, but not before some punches and kicks were exchanged, as well as more hurtful words.

"That was the last time I tried to help you, you asshole! The last one, you hear me?!," Lihito shouted angrily, blood coming out of his mouth and nose, while Kaneda was mounted on his back, panting while keeping his arms restrained "You don't deserve it after putting a girl you barely know above your friends! What the fuck happened to 'bros before hoes', huh?!"

"Stop talking like that, dammit! It's precisely because of this that you're still single!,” Okubo replies in the same tone, on his knees while Himuro trapped him in an armbar, the cut on his lip having opened even more and starting bleeding again "And you'll always be, if you don't quit your bullshit!"

"Go to hell, you-"

"Enough! Cut that shit out!," Himuro interrupts them, shouting even louder than them to be heard "You guys crossed the line, dammit! You're both to blame for what happened! Can’t you see that? There's no point in pointing at each other and not looking yourselves in the fucking mirror while doing so!"

Okubo and Rihito just stare at each other, panting, the words simply refusing to come out of their mouths. Kaneda, panting too and looking unhappy, just shakes his head.

“My god… forget it. Just... forget about it. You're not going to be able to settle down now, with your heads hot like that," He lets go of Rihito slowly when he sees that he had already lost any will to continue fighting "Just… let's just leave, okay? Okubo needs some time alone. And you too, Rihito. At this point, nothing good will come of the four of us remaining under the same roof."

Himuro takes a deep breath, letting go of Okubo as well, who lands on all fours on the remains of his coffee table. He stares at the ground, wide-eyed, panting hard, before looking up. Rihito was looking down at him too, his green eyes still filled with anger and hurt. He looks away with a snarl, clenching his fists.

"... Fine. Whatever. Fuck this shit," And he marches out of the apartment, leaving the door open on the way out.

Okubo watches him go, unresponsive, his chest heavy as if he's swallowed a few pounds of lead. Himuro puts a hand on his sweaty face, taking a few deep breaths through his nose before nodding, eyes closed.

"Yeah… it's better this way," And he walks towards the open door, without turning around "See if you can eat and drink something non-alcoholic, Okubo. We'll talk later," And leaves the apartment too. Kaneda follows suit as he slowly turns his head, his expression crumbling a little. He sighs and runs a hand through his straight black hair.

“I…I don't know if saying something like that is going to make any difference at this point. But...," He turns to Okubo, shrugging a little "It was Rihito who insisted on us staying even after we brought your car. He wanted to make sure you were fine, if you weren't going to need us for something... but I think that, for now, won't be necessary," He tries to smile more kindly "Take the pills that are on the kitchen counter, okay? And send us a message if you need anything. See you another time, Okubo..."

And Kaneda also leaves the apartment, closing the door behind him. Okubo stayed on the floor for a while longer, listening to his footsteps moving away in the corridor. And just like his walk from the bakery, he got up and walked around the living room of his apartment like a zombie, feeling cold, disconnected from everything.

He had gotten into a fight with one of his best friends over a woman. A bad, serious fight, and he didn't know if their friendship could recover from such a blow. Fuck, what else could he lose in that string of hellish days until he had nothing of value left?

He drags himself into the kitchen, finding the glass of water and the two pills exactly where they've been left them that morning. He took one at a time in automatic, nonchalant gestures, unable to even care if it would help with the pain or not. And it is when he's placing the now empty glass on the counter that he finally notices the torn half of the sheet of paper, where the glass had been resting. He immediately recognizes Rihito's handwriting.

Hey man. We already know that you're going to wake up feeling like shit because of the hangover, so I separated these two pills here. The white one is for your head and the orange one is for your stomach. See if you can eat something too. We want our egghead getting better so he can be properly beaten in our next sparring session.

You'll get through this, alright? We'll be here to help. Repairing a broken ego is something I'm good at!

Rihito

And when he finished reading, Okubo could only wish he had never found that note. Because now, in addition to the pain and nausea, he also felt an uncontrollable urge to crawl inside his bathtub and cry his eyes out.

It would have been better to get through that shitty time with friends. But now, all that awaited him was the silence of that cold, empty apartment. Maybe getting drunk again wasn't such a bad idea after all...

NEXT CHAPTER

#Kengan Ashura #Kengan Omega #kenganverse #fanfiction #Okubo Naoya #Naoya Okubo #okubo x oc #kengan oc #Rihito #Himuro Ryo #Kaneda Suekichi #Tokita Ohma #cookies'n cream #the heavy bakery series

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festiveferret · 2 years

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brooklyn for the wip tag game? <3 (i typed this all in caps because i was so excited and then went back and retyped it so i wouldnt scare u hahah)

Hahaha, I take the all caps in the spirit with which they're intended XD

Brooklyn has been a WIP for literal years, but I just finished another one of those started around the same time so I'm deeply convinced SOMEDAY I'll get it done.

It's set pretty early in canon, slightly divergent. After Avengers 2012, Fury sends Steve and Tony on a modified sleeper quinjet on a journey around the world to hunt down Chitauri weapons being sold on the black market and re-collecting them. It's mostly just 50k of Steve and Tony who don't really like or trust each other yet stuck on a tiny aircraft for months on end. It's called Brooklyn, because that's what they end up naming the quinjet!

(guess what: they end up falling in love omg)

An snip:

“Say no, Tony,” Rhodey said, “Don’t let your guilt drive you. This isn’t your responsibility to fix. Fury will find someone else. Besides you don’t want to be stuck on a ‘long, away’ mission with Captain Rogers do you? You guys hate each other.”

“We don’t. We politely and professionally disagree with each other on basically everything one can disagree with. Also he has stupid teeth and obnoxious hair.”

“Right. Very amicable. I’m sure that’ll go swimmingly.”

“Yeah…”

“Say no, Tony. Go to bed. I can come to Malibu next week if you like? I’ve got some time.”

Tony’s eyes were drawn back to the line of Iron Man suits. Sometimes they scared the crap out of him. Looming up there. He half expected their heads to turn, eyes to light up, stare him down, rush him. They leaned towards him in the dark. He put his hand back over the arc reactor, clenching his fingers around the metal ridge. They couldn’t. They wouldn’t work without him. He was the battery. He gave them life. He controlled them.

“Tony?”

“Hmm?”

“Go to bed. It won’t seem like such a big deal in the morning. You’ll tell Fury to fuck off and go back to normal life, okay?”

Tony’s eyes dropped back to the phone in his lap. “Yeah, okay. Thanks buddy.”

“Yeah. Goodnight.”

“Night.”

JARVIS disconnected the call, but Tony didn’t move. The air in the workshop - his sanctuary - was heavy, keeping him pressed to the floor. Why was this such a hard decision? Pepper thought he needed to save the world. Rhodey thought he felt guilty. What did he really feel?

It felt a lot like nothing…

Black, gaping, endless, nothing. That’s what he felt. The vastness of empty oblivion yawning at him, pulling at his insides, ripping the air out of his lungs, and squeezing his heart. If he stayed here, he would get lost in that. He wasn’t very self-aware, but that much, he could see. The black hole in the centre of his life, one trip, a little balance lost, one shift and he’d be gone. It called to him, wanted him.

He didn’t want to do what Fury told him to. He didn’t want to be stuck in a cardboard box with Steve Rogers for god knew how long. He didn’t want to leave behind his bots and his tools and his friends. He didn’t want to go.

But he was going to.

Thaaaank! ❤❤

#ask meme #ask ferret #wip meme

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ijustliketoreadstuff · 2 years

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Feri Gonzalez Interview part 5: season details and Ladybugs design

the translator finished translating part 5 of Feri’s interview. Feri is the colorist for Zag and the ambassador to Miraculous Ladybug in Latin America. The translator gave permission to post their translations on other social medias, so I will post it here just like the rest.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a_Wz4M1cDUs&t=595s

Feri Gonzalez: As a matter of fact, I'm really interested in this new character Thomas revealed, Su-Han or Zu-Han, however you pronounce it. And well, we'll see what happens with him because he's dressed in the old ways.

Interviewer: Effectively yes

Feri Gonzalez: And so we'll see what happens with that Su-Han and Marinette and how it's going to effect her now that "the order of the guardians" had reappeared,

Interviewer: And that's exactly what I wanted to ask you about!, what's your take on that? To me , I would really like to know more about that backstory, although it could be some fans might not like such a serious topic, but I would like to know what its like to suddenly appear out of nowhere after one hundred years, it's like, Boop!, now I'm back to life.

Feri Gonzalez : Yes, and you see, if I were a monk who spent the last 100 years trapped inside the stomach of some creature, of course I'd be really angry when I came back.

Interviewer: hahaha

Feri Gonzalez: And the first thing I would do is find the idiot who caused what happened to me, that's what I think is going to happen. I don't know who Su-Han is, I don't know if he's just another apprentice, I don't know if he's a guardian, I don't know what he is, I only know he dresses like the people from the order of the guardians, so I figured he is a member of the order. And so I think there will be a bit of a conflict, and there has to be some kind of conflict because you cant just bring back an entire community who's been dead for more than 100 years and not expect something to happen in the story, there's going to be conflict because Marinette is not the only person who knows about the miraculous, there's now a lot of people because they've been revived now, and now they have to deal with todays era.

Interviewer: Considering their raised in an old school could it be that...well, if I couldn't find the one who caused it, I'd probably go after the apprentice.

Feri Gonzalez: Well, I might not find the original guardian but I'd wait to see who the hell has the box and then take it back because who knows who the hell this idiot gave it to next, I'm not about leave them to cause another stupid blunder like he did. So yeah, if I were a guardian or a pupil of that order, respected and I was built in the old ways, I'd figure that the other guy is still alive or I'd figure that other guy already passed on the box to someone else, I mean, I don't know how they could find out, I don’t know if the guardians can just sense the boxes, I don't know. But of course I'm going to show a thing or two towards the person who has it, whoever they are. The guardians are specifically chosen to fit the job, so its like, "how dare you step out of protocol!".

Interviewer: It will be interesting, now tell me how, how do you see, uh, well, as we are nearing the end of this interview, Su-Hans character was shown in sketches and for just a moment I was all, "holy crap! new sketches!", and then I said, "its been a year now and it's still not in miraculous ladybug", but from there they were telling us how things were progressing and so I figured these must be really old sketches.

Feri Gonzalez: Yes, their old, they tend to change. Because you need to understand, he makes sketches of what he has in mind and then he sends it to the artists so they can adapt it into the show, and so there can be several changes, and this is normal. I say this because I have seen it, because when they send us stuff from ZAG, I get the chance to see the original sketches and the final sketches seen down the line. You saw in the "make a wish" video (this was when two young girls who suffer from a critical illness got the chance to see the shows production and secret information as part of their wish from the "make a wish foundation") where the two little girls are at the studio looking at spoilers, you see them mentioning all sorts of things, and they mention a new ladybug suit and I don't know what else. You remember?

Interviewer: Yes, yes, I remember the video

Feri Gonzalez: Well, I got to see those designs

Interviewer: WOAH! :D

Feri Gonzalez: But I didn't see just one, I saw various designs while I was working

Interviewer: WOW! :D

Feri Gonzalez: About a year ago I saw a very beta version of the suit, they've been working on it for an entire year to make it look the way it does now.

Interviewer: Like Mylene's? like how we saw three different sketches for Mylene's costume?

Feri Gonzalez: In fact about a year ago I got to see the new suit, I already knew she was going to get a new costume because they showed me a beta version of the suit they were planning, then a little bit ago, they showed me another sketch of that same suit but a little different and so there is no final design, I don't know what that costume will look like in the end because I've seen sketches, I've seen concept designs of Ladybugs new suit, but I haven't seen the final product because there's things we're still working on. In terms of Mylene, you will notice Thomas shared three different sketches, I got to see them trying to work some of them, trying to adapt them into the series, but I haven't seen Mylene's final suit. I don't know if they will get rid of the hoody or get rid of the ears, I don't know which will stay just yet. That's why Thomas shares the designs, because he knows their not the final ones, and their not really spoilers because everything changes. For example, in the japan expo, which is a conference which occurred in France more or less a year ago, they showed you various sketches from episodes of season 3, do you remember those?

Interviewer: Yes, yes, they showed us a lot of sketches.

Feri Gonzalez: Ok, yes, they showed us a concept design of Oni-chan, but in the sketches she looks like a school girl with a demonic mask, but just as we saw in "Oni-chan" they changed the entire suit, she did have the demonic mask but they got rid of the school girl uniform, she didn't look like a demonic school girl, she just looked like a demon. It makes me laugh because people thought another sketch was Felix and well, no, that's not true.

Interviewer: HAHA!

Feri Gonzalez: Because one of the sketches showed a super well built guy and nothing more.

Interviewer: Yes, yes, yes.

Feri Gonzalez: Well, that wasn't Felix or anyone like him, it was Desperada before being a woman, that is, before, Desperada was a masculine character. I recognized it because I already knew , I read the script and I read it when there wasn't a name yet so in my head I already knew what she'd look like, I didn't see the design yet, but I already imagined her in my head. When they showed you guys I thought, "Oh!, well their just showing them this because it's Desperada before becoming a woman, so there's no problem with that, its not really a spoiler because she doesn't look like that now. Another example is, the akuma Kwamibuster was changed a lot, and so all of those sketches you saw in the Japanese expo had already been super updated and that's why they showed them to you, because they knew those were not really spoilers because they were not the final designs. For instance, they showed Reflekta as a medusa type, and that was actually the original concept for Reflektdoll. Before becoming a doll, it was a medusa, and so it was really interesting to see all those sketches because for me, and because I know more, I see everyone say, "Look! those are spoilers!"

Interviewer: Hahaha XD

Feri Gonzalez: And I'm like...well...actually, not really, they don't look like that anymore, it would be really hard to figure out who they are because for instance, Desperada was completely changed genderwise, and then people started saying, " Who is that!? it has to be Felix, he's the only guy left!", and well no, that wasn't Felix either, and so these sketches Thomas showed, he never doubted the fact that the final designs would not look the same. But no, those were not the final ones, they were going to be different, that's why he shows them so calmly, those are the concepts he imagined, he sends it to the artists and then they adapt them to the show, they make it manageable, they make it more moldable, so it can be passed on to 3D.

Interviewer: So their giving us the opportunity to see Felix, but was that something Thomas didn't need to do, but did anyway because he wanted to show us this character?, and well after bugging him and begging him for more, was it like, "Now we have to do it!" ?.

Feri Gonzalez: The people who say, "Oh, its a fan service!", no, believe me, he didn't do it for you, believe me completely when I say he didn't add Felix for you guys, I knew Felix already existed since 3 years ago, Thomas told me about him three years ago and I said," So wait, you've spent a whole year lying to everyone?" and he said, "Yup" and I was like, "oh, damn!"(He is not supposed to talk about big spoilers no matter what people ask him). So yeah, I knew about Felix since three years ago, Thomas didn't add him to please anyone, he added him because he was relevant to the story and Felix is very important to the story. When I say he's important to the story I don't mean he will appear all the time in every episode, I'm saying that when he appears, it will be important, just like Lila. Anytime Lila appears, something important happens, its just like that, take notice of that. To anyone who is new to the channel, I'm not about to repeat myself, not even a little. (she covered Felix in previous parts of her interview)

Interview: Hahaha :)

Feri Gonzalez: You already know that Master Fu is called Jade Turtle or "Tortuga de jade". There was a bit of drama because some said, "Hey!, they stole the name from a fan!", and its like ....wait what!?, just because it occurred to a fan, for a fanfiction, to include "jade turtle"? its like....no, how do I explain to you that they already planned this character, because it was always planned for master Fu to leave the box. I remember that when Thomas, that is to say, he met her because she was a fan, he met her and then they were all, "he stole her idea!," I don't know what kind of gossip, but look, just so you know, because this is very important...when Thomas met that fan who popularized the name "Jade Turtle", but for Nino, because she wrote...and that is to say, I'm just going to add this in, she is a very good artist, I've never read her stories but I know from peoples reactions that she is a good writer and so I have nothing against her, far from it, it was the reaction of some of her fans that were freaking out on me saying, "But he stole from that person, he met her at zag", like two years ago, don't know exactly when, and that he stole her idea and its like, wait wait wait, just to be clear about this detail, a fan asked him, "hey what's going on with the story Halloweenie? the story in china?" and Thomas told them "Someone from the team was trying to find out if we could, we will see if we can still include it because all of season 3 is done, that is, we finished writing season 3, its all done", and I know this is true because as the conference ended, I already knew about Love Eater and Miracle Queen, I already knew, I knew, they passed it onto me, and so I already knew about the season 3 finale since two years ago, I knew what it was about, I knew who was going to be akumatized, I knew all of it. And so I already knew Jade Turtle existed. So he was already created, and because a season can take more than a year to write, I already knew they had the idea. Apart from Jade Turtle not being as creative of a name because it's... look, you think about a hero who's a green turtle and he's from china, well that's a jade turtle! to me that would be the most logical name to call him, right?

Interviewer: mhm(Yes)

Feri Gonzalez: And so to me that wasn't a big deal, but then you have these people saying, "He stole it from so and so!", but its like, how do I explain to you that they already had that name before this other person started writing their Fanfics, and so nothing could have been copied when the team came up with it before the fan. What I congratulate the fan on is that they were so well connected to the series, understood the show so well, that they discovered the same name! very good. She also more or less got close to Nino's look, despite it having already been assigned, she thought up a lot of it, she got really close. And so what I admire about that fan is that she understood the show so well that she pictured where things were going, and got it right. Despite you guy's writing thousands of Fanfics and having those thousands of fans and whatever, the team itself does not have the time to read your fanfics to begin with!

Interviewer: Exactly! that's exactly what I wanted to say because I can't imagine Thomas Astruc reading all those Fanfics that are online

Feri Gonzalez: No! believe me he doesn't have the time, let alone time to take a breath, it doesn't matter how well that fanfic is written, he will not read it! and that's aside from them being prohibited from reading fanfics to avoid situations like, "Oh, he stole it from so and so!" , no.

Interviewer: I would like it if you could give a message to the fandom who have recently picked up the series and are just getting into this world, and while we're at it, if you have a message for the fans who have been around for a while and are anxious to see the fourth season?. And as for the episodes "Felix" and "Cat Blanc", I don't know if there is any general message that you would like to give the fandom?

Feri Gonzalez: Well, one at a time hehe. Well, first of all, an overall suggestion that applies to all your questions is to not be quick to judge, try to fight against that urgency to comment. Immediately after an episode, what I generally do is I reserve my personal comments, that is to say, I do my summaries, but I do so more to explain things to someone who didn't understand, its very rare for me to include my own ideas, because I'm not doing a summary of my ideas, I'm doing a summary of the episode. Now, with that idea...things are not what they first appear, just like how things went with Kagami, things will change, whatever new character shows up, you need to clearly remember to take it as you see it, but don't judge them and think you know them. Do not be quick to judge thinking you know what's happening or say, "Oh!, they added a new character, the whole show is ruined!" no. And as for season 4, in general I believe it will be a different kind of season, and I think they made you understand with the end of season 3, that it will be a season of changes.

Interviewer: mhm(yes)

Feri Gonzalez: Lets see...have a good mind set, keep your heart open to those changes. And so I do recommend you have a good mind set because it will be like, well, I'm not saying it will change completely, it will still be a kids show, it will be happy, have its little lessons blah blah blah.

Interviewer: Hahaha

Feri Gonzalez: But it will be a little bit different, a little more serious, there will be some which are more serious, more morally complex, and many of them will be very subtle so make sure to keep your eyes wide open to notice all of that subtleness. A lot of the serious stuff in the story, they cant show it to you on a silver platter, you have to catch it, you have to watch the episode, watch it several times to understand what that person meant while they were doing such things, because a lot of the serious backstory will be in the subtleness in how the character acts, what the character says, but not enough that they will show it to you right in the face, with the character crying with blood or whatever.

Interviewer: Haha

Feri Gonzalez: For example, "Cat Banc" has various heavy implications, I wont comment on them until it releases (this is because certain parts of the world had not premiered it at the time) to see if people will catch it, and I think they will catch it, but once the episode airs, we will talk about the implications of the various things that happened, because they were very heavy, so heavy that they had to tone down the drama. They told me about the episode, and its not going to cost me because I didn't see the original version, they told me the episode "Cat Blanc": was more serious and so they had to tone it down because it was really really serious. So season 4 will have a bit of that, but it will still be moving, funny and really happy but it will transition into a little more serious and a little more complicated.

Interviewer: Oooooo! :D

Feri Gonzalez: I've seen a person here or there figure out where certain things are going, but its very few people, very little people, those are the people who I feel have captured things, those are the people who don't do videos or make threads

Interviewer: HAHAHA! XD

Feri Gonzalez: They simply watch the show, some will appear, some won't, but they don't make threads, they don't make reactions. The people who are the quietest and more reserved are the people who I have seen capture things, they are the ones who have gotten the closest to understanding the story.

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I recently read Shades of blue after you rwcommended it and Oh My God was it worth it. That was beautiful and amazing and do you have any other recommendations?

✨MISSIONS ACCOMPLISHED✨

AAAAAA I’m so glad you read it!!! Honestly I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me for recs for awhile because I have.........a few...

Miscellaneous ships here, not just Revalink but the first lot are

- Pinesong by @a-perplexing-puzzle D-Do I even need to explain myself more??? I talk about this fic every other day of the week..... it’s just great vibes....soft and fluffy and angsty just *chef’s kiss* two gay boys searching through their old memories to remember how gay they are

- Shades of Blue by @unapologetically-asexual OK I know original anon just said they read this but for you idiots that haven’t read it yet....uhhhh get on that. Nothing I could say would really advertise this fic better than this post

- somebody’s always looking (nothing’s quite as sweet) by @kouzaires One of my FAV Coffee shop AU’s for botw....so sof......so tender...........so warrmmmmm.............they characters are written so well.....just love it...a lot

- Broken Spirits by @legendoftoad It’s just AAAAAAAAAA??!!? My boys are hurting and the malice for half of it is frickin doing things to my boy and then of course you got your PTSD themes meddled in there and hnnnnnnnnnnhhhhhghgh my hurt/comfort itch is sufficiently scratched go read

- Linger On by ICanFlyHigher [idk if they have a tumblr] Ok I actually haven’t finished this fic yet but it’s been recommended time and time again so I’ve been reading this in my spare time I’m on like Chapter 12 or 13 I think but I can say with CERTAINTY that the writing is fantastic and tender moments are off the charts and my boys are so precious and also the Yiga are actually cool in this so that’s nice

- Learning Flight by homewardbound This is just *chefs kiss* *standing ovation* *throws confetti in the air* quality quality Revalink. Just a delicious chocolate cake of botw and Revalink. You got your mysterious Revali waking up 105 years later batter, and your angsty PTSD gay boys duo chocolate chips, and then you can chuck in some engaging sideplot elements as a few tall tiers, and then the cake is all whipped up with the wooden spoon of subtextual writing just mmmm delicious. and ALSO I betaed a thing that is gonna happen and let me tell you shit is gonna happen like VERY IMPORTANT SUPER COOL plot twists be happening so you better read it

- Conversations After The End Of The World by @bismuthllie Ok this one’s a oneshot but I always go back and read it because...idk it just strums my heart strings a lot...I’ve said Pinesong was my first big Revalink fic I’ce read, but this was like...my first, first piece of Revalink content I read ever so...yeah <3 ....and also the art for this comic is fantastic too even thought it gives me the emotions......hahaha ok Revali it’s time to stop being dead

- I See You Swimming In The Sky by @unavoidablekoishi OK OK I know my logic isn’t the best considering it’s the only Revali/Mipha fic I’ve read, but god dammit it’s the best Revpha fic I’ve ever read I still need to catch up cause I’m like 3 chapters behind but this fic CONVERTED me ok, miphvali went from a “huh yeah the art is nice I can kinda see it” to “THAT FISH IS SIMPING FOR THE BIRD 24/7 AND THEY DESERVE EACH OTHER″ This is some *claps* GOOD. SHIT. Ok? *slaps roof of fic* This bad boy can fit so much charming characterization and interaction (and also has made me scream both happily and not happily on several occasions)

- Guardian of The Wilds by @no-themes-just-memes in which I constantly miscall it “Guardian of the Wild” because I’m stupid This isn’t so much a ship fic but it’s so cool Link is a spirit, Urbosa and Zelda’s mom are a thing, Zelda is HERE and she is AMAZING like no spoilers but holy shit Zelda is here and slaying in more ways than one and riding Satori and hhnnnnhhhhhhhh it’s all about those ~plot twists~ and tone changes ya know? very very very nice...

- Firebird by @paellaplease Oh no, it’s Kip’s obligatory Firebird gush whoopsie poopsie who would have guessed surely not me. This is just my standard for Oc ship content now it’s so good I am gay for one fire girl Maiya is my spirit animal and I just wanna cup her in my hands softly even though I know she would probably burn me for it but it would totally be worth it. The writing is just superb and I am also gay for great imagery and action which this is chalk full of so go read it

Ok it’s actually 2am right now and I still need to finish a bunch of AP work so I’m just gonna speed run the rest of these recs

@echogekkos writes such cute and soft Miphlink fics that are on my top tier list like this one and oh crap this post made me realize Healing Touch updated crap there are so many things I need to read and catch up on anyways want more miphlink angst? BOOM read the inspiration for eternity by Merakkli and oh what’s that? You want deep lore that was custom made with lots of hot ocs in a fic that spans way beyond BOTW welp here’s Hyrule Bound a universe entirely created by @themisadventurescrew which is yet another fic series that I am behind on crap but oh shit @kittmoon has started a chapter fic called Jaded Seas recently so you should go read that but also all of their oneshots are great as well so you should follow them and did I mention that everyone I’ve tagged are people you should follow because yeah anyhow here’s a crackfic about Goron children that had me shaking out of either fear or confusion for a few days by @angsttronaut ok moving on @thatsnotzelda writes beautifully just take a look at this angsty Revalink thing and also bambambambam you’ve been ambushed by @hatenostorms @going-fancognito @ashrel @lizards-writing-blog so now go request some from them because I said so they’re great also uhhh @idiotic-canadian and @moonchildrenn [Pins_and_Patches on ao3] hate happiness but that’s ok because I get to be emotionally wrecked by their angst and whump hurray! wait fUCK I completely forgot to rec this earlier but my first Zelpha fic was this gorgeous Coffeeshop AU by @theseventhsage called Dreaming of Coffee and Love so go read that *flipping through entire history of ao3* let’s see let’s see... All of the Rito Chronicles by sturms_sun_shattered is great, and this Teba/Harth one is also a fav and oh CRAP my zelink content is just everything by @fatefulfaerie because it’s just *throws colorful streamers in the air* pretty and I love their writing welp I’m about to collapse lets just end it off with the z’s like @zzariyo and @zeawesomebirdie on ao3 they are some pretty radical french fries if i do say so myself and and ok ok read this other Zelpha coffee au which is also by @kouzaires and this Modern au also by @unavoidablekoishi ok that’s all I can remember right now bye

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gah dayum... you ever feel like you're at a lost for words but you know that you have so much that needs to be said... no one... just me oh well because that's what im feeling right now because i literally shed tears of joy after discovering you were still alive!! happy to see u back, btw if u dont mind me asking what games have you've been playing recently? anyways since there's too much that needs to be said and not enough characters so im just gonna end it here by saying... "Live YOUR Life!!"

Aww, thank you so much! <3

In the past two months, I've been playing Red Dead Redemption 2 and XCOM 2. I never bothered with them when they first came out a LONG time ago, but I did play the first games, so I figured, why not, they're on sale (were).

RDR2... man, that game took a long time to finish. Loved it though. It was kind of annoying at times with how often I had to mash or hold the A button for a stupid amount of time. That really wears out the button on the cheaper controllers. And ahh, the epilogue. The peace, and happiness, and building the home and all that stuff, fully knowing that it all goes to hell in a few years in the first game. Hahaha... "How many times do I have to bury you, John Marston?" "Never! You're never burying me!"

XCOM 2... I remember not wanting to play it, since I played the first one, so I know that 85% chance to hit means that I'll miss three times in a row. It's like using Stone Edge or Rock Slide in Pokemon games. "Oh, Stone Edge. A powerful Rock type move that really complements with Earthquake, so I'll definitely use it, and... it never hits. Okay then, I'll use Rock Slide. Even if it's weaker, at least it's doing some damage. ... Okay, Rock Slide never hits either. Then back to Stone Edge because neither will ever hit anything anyways."

Anyways. XCOM 2 panned out the way I thought it would. Flanking an enemy, with the barrel of the gun practically touching him... and missed. And that kind of soldier is what I'm given? No wonder humanity was f*cked in that game. Do all my soldiers have the wall-eye syndrome, where their vision is like peering through the peephole on the doors? ... How do you miss turrets? They're literally stationary objects...

That said, I recently learned of an exploit that skips the enemy's turns. So... I definitely had to go through the game on the hardest difficulty setting to abuse the crap out of it. That said, certain enemies ignore that somehow, which was bullsh*t, but acceptable given what I was doing.

So anyways. That's what I've been playing recently.

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First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Title: First Kisses (Haikyuu - pt. 4)

Genre: do I have to say it? FLOOF, MY FRIENDS.

Pairing: Kuroo/Kenma/Taketora/Lev x Reader (separate)

Notes: Okay, I have to say this. This one may be my overall favorite next to the Karasuno first years collection. I have no valid reason to say why, but I love Nekoma and Fukurodani. The Tokyo schools are the ones that are HUGE standouts and are so interesting to me, though there isn’t much other information than what’s provided in the wiki.

Like, I love information and absorbing it and I’ve read through both so many times, it’s getting annoying. Can anyone help with gathering more information?

Otherwise, I realize that my writing has taken a severe nosedive. At least to me. So, I apologize in advance if these kinda suck. (I’m also super sorry for this being so late! Tons of crap had been holding me from typing this up.)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 Masterlist

Kuroo Tetsurou

this teASE-

he’d definitely want someone very cute and small

possibly shy, but not necessarily

also someone willing to try new things

(though this isn’t what will essentially draw him to his s/o)

otherwise, i feel that the kiss would happen during a date

something like dinner and walk

or a movie and dinner

maybe even a trip to the amusement park

which is where we begin

though the night was fun, it was coming to an end

kuroo would have been teasing, chatting with you and his friends, and enjoying the time that the group has spent

some people are starting to split off

you two aren’t in that group just yet

it isn’t until you pause for some ice cream that you two momentarily separate

you were in a group with bokuto, akaashi, hinata and tsukishima

and while tsukishima was trying not to snap hinata’s neck

and bokuto was staying close to (hanging off of) akaashi

you and kuroo were eating your ice cream peacefully

(though kuroo was fighting the urge to jump in and join bokuto in his extravagance)

it wasn’t until someone accidentally hit you that you two had to split

your ice cream would have hit your face

(yes, you are that short. don’t @ me.)

and gotten everywhere

like...

it’s up your nose and almost in your eyes

and it’s a total mess.

you don’t cry, but you are embarrassed

and while the passerby apologized, you also couldn’t help but silently curse them.

kuroo noticed your expressions

and how you got dejected when you got hit

so he took you by the shoulder and told the guys that you’d be back after a few minutes.

since it was an amusement park, there are no complete bathrooms

but there are waterbottles, napkins, and car mirrors.

so he had to improvise.

he gave you what you needed and helped you as much as he could,

but your embarrassment was preventing you from leaving just yet.

you knew that you two were far from done for the night, seeing as it was only hitting 7:30 pm

but you also knew that you didn’t want to risk something like that happening again.

so when your face was cleaned, you laid back while kuroo held your hand.

he tried to leave, but he noticed your grip tighten.

no sound needed to be heard from you to confirm what both of you were thinking

‘i/they don’t want to go back just yet.’

the area was quiet as kuroo walked back and hugged you, one which you returned

short sighs was all that could be heard for a few minutes.

eventually, you were ready, and you let kuroo know by tugging on his tee.

he had made a vow for tonight, though -

he knew you hadn’t had your first kiss, and he wanted to make it special to you

and he knew that you didn’t like huge displays of affection.

so he just knew that this was the chance when you glanced up at him when you left the hug.

your eyes were big and, while your face was a little dull from the stickiness of the ice cream,

(i hate the fact that i thought of something nasTY when i wrote that-)

he found that the way the setting sun lit your figure up was magical.

he knew that now was the perfect moment.

you noticed his hesitation

and you began to question him

but he kissed you before you could get a word out.

kuroo is a driven and passionate man, so this was obviously reflected in his kiss

it subdued sense of force that he used and the shyness of yours was beautiful to him.

it wasn’t until he softened his end and you put more force into yours that you two got even closer.

though the height was hard to deal with, and resulted in some teeth clashing by default.

you two were drawn into your own little world, and the kiss opened up a new door for the both of you.

once you two were done after a few minutes, you pulled apart.

he had a teasing smirk on his face, you were blushing and pouting.

“did you have to just kiss me like that? people could’ve been watching!”

“hahaha, did you think i’d miss that chance, that oh-so perfect opportunity, chibi-chan?”

though you did continue to drop little periods of whining, you did calm down and relax for the remainder of the night.

the stars led to even more kisses that night

(of course, in private, kuroo may be the master of provocation, but he does know what his s/o is comfortable with.)

essentially, the overall kiss was very reassuring.

not really anything for extreme comfort, but most definitely a kiss that would calm you down for the night. (seeing as you initiated the return.)

it was also fairly long and passionate

something long enough to leave you decently breathless

(sidenote: it’s kuroo, what did you expect?)

either way, it was the perfect setting, too

(but kuroo wouldn’t admit that he knew the next step in the relationship would be perfect in the sunset)

Kenma Kozume

shy gamer boy needs someone outgoing yet calm and collected.

i’m throwing the beck reference in here again.

yep, beck from victorious. that kind of vibe.

it has been proven that he’s only quiet when you first meet him, and is chatty when you know him

so he’d want to be able to have a conversation with his s/o that revolves around their similar interests

a gamer, preferably

and since shy bean is shy bean, the kiss would be at one of your houses

most likely over a game

probably a racing game and the finishing game scores are neck and neck

and the kiss itself?

well, let’s begin.

you two had been playing mario cart for a while now.

the two of you had evened scores.

(2-2; best out of five)

and, despite his somewhat calm demeanor,

kenma was internally screaming.

‘s/o’s ahead of me, and the shell didn’t work.’

he didn’t want to play dirty, but you were winning.

he wanted to win the game to get the upperhand over you

but you had only continued to play at your best.

he found your drive adorable and intriguing,

but (i’m gonna say it again) he wanted to win.

so, he had to start planning how to defeat you in game.

though he did know that this would be up to chance.

in the midst of his thinking, he barely noticed how it shifted to the way you looked.

your face was lit up by the artificial light,

and as cliche as it sounds, he found that glorious.

the look in your eyes as your chosen character flew by on the track made him blush.

and that was when it hit him,

if he can’t win, he’d take you down with him.

and he’d do that with a kiss.

(let’s be honest, kenma would do something desperate if he wanted to. even if it was extremely out of character.)

(though that might just be me trying to fit the storyline, but like- he wouldn’t date someone unless he knew that he could trust them.)

(am i wrong?)

he’d said your name under his breath.

while you two would normally be very much willing to talk, this was not one of the times.

so you were a little worried.

you knew that he was very ‘eh’ about his emotions, but he had his own little ways of communicating them, and this was new.

what happened when you turned your head to look at him though-

that wasn’t worrying in the slightest.

kenma, in a somewhat uncharacteristic action had kissed you.

it was short, and mischevious, a little messy as well

but it was enough to distract you

i mean, like-

QUIET AND CLOSED OFF KENMA KOZUME JUST KISSED YOU.

this boy had never really taken the first step to do these things, at all, so this?

hooo boy, you were shocked.

so shocked that you failed to see that you had fallen to last place while kenma had won in first.

your jaw dropped to the floor when you saw it and you pouted.

you did notice that kenma was red-faced and looking away from you, though

so you did the same thing.

short, sweet, mischevious.

you just returned the favor~.

so, in conclusion?

the kiss is shy and quiet, but has some supercharged air to it

i mean, i imagined it happening in the midst of a final game.

what was to be expected.

(i also hc kenma to be the type of person to tease his s/o relentlessly in private, so-)

the whole scenario was just the perfect combination of innocent desires, a confidence boost, and a drive to win.

the setting too.

super relaxing to the both of you

especially considering that the two of you are not the most open with your relationship.

oddly adorable, but just the slightest bit annoying.

Yamamoto Taketora

this man, not gonna lie, is gonna give me a bit of a problem

i also had to do a small observation of his character, so.

once i found out that yamamoto is timid around girls, his s/o?

the girl i imagine he would go for clocked me square in the face.

someone with a not-so-talkative nature, but is CONFIDENT.

seems to have the default personality of an angel, but isn’t afraid to tear someone a few new ones if provoked enough.

otherwise, i think that the kiss would happen on a weekend or over holiday.

like-

this is hard to explain, so i’ll just get into general scenario.

so.

his parents are away for the weekend, he isn’t trusted to babysit, and his sister can’t be left alone or with her brother or else chaos will run free for the few days.

the solution?

his parents ask you to stay with the two of them to keep them in check and taken care of.

so you, in love with taketora and his sister’s personality, agree to their plea.

(taketora would be the first of the two to make their opinion on your stay obvious - what else would he be besides ecstatic?)

otherwise, everything is prepared and the weekend picks up.

his parents are now gone, you are now at their humble abode, and akane has just pulled out a just dance game.

she had been pestering you two to play it with her.

while taketora denied, you agreed and akane had taken to picking a song while you started to move the table in the middle of the living room.

he was watching as you started the time with a bang.

as you three did more stuff and the weekend progressed, he only fell more in love with you.

you fell more in love with him as well.

though neither of you would admit it.

now, seeing as the final day has come to pass, things were starting to wind down.

you, akane, and taketora were seated next to each other on the couch.

a movie was playing and the two yamamotos were digging into the popcorn that had been set out on the coffee table.

they had their eyes dead set on the current events in the movie, but you?

you were watching taketora and akane.

he looked so happy, she looked so happy.

one little makeshift family for the three of you.

you had smiled and looked away.

what you didn’t know was that taketora could feel you looking at him, he could even see your content expression from his peripheral vision.

he was happy to be able to experience something like this with you.

you were so charming, so kind, so smart, and so good with kids

(something i will never be lol)

what more could he ask for? you were perfect for him.

sadly, things had to come to an end at some point.

that point was when akane was passed out, the credits were rolling, and a car had pulled into the driveway.

you two, awake and ready to start cleaning, had allowed the disappointment to set in.

“i had fun with you guys.”

he smiled, though it was a little shy.

he was watching as you grabbed the remote and shut the television off.

he was blushing. you noticed. it was cute.

the room became silent, and it wasn’t broken until the sound of jingling keys could be heard.

you two had slapped on smiles as his parents entered.

after a short conversation, his dad lifted akane up and took her to her room while his mom thanked and paid you.

you went to leave, she offered to drive you home, but you persisted on walking.

taketora took it upon himself to make sure you got home safely.

the moon was high and bright, seemingly smiling.

you loved the calm silence, he loved looking at your gentle expression.

the light had made you glow, and the way your eyes sparkled pushed him over the edge.

he had to kiss you now. he just had to.

you failed to notice how he was blubbering silently, something akin to a fish.

he had to pull himself together if he ever dreamed of kissing you, so he had to do it now.

“hey, s/o...”

you turned to face the two-tone haired boy, and he grabbed your wrist gently.

you blushed at the action. but gestured for him to continue.

“can i...kiss you?”

your blush got even brighter, but you nodded your head.

he slowly closed the ever so slight gap between the two of you.

and he kissed you.

slowly, gently, kindly - it was truly loving.

it was very long, though.

in fact, it was getting so long that the smile he wore when the kiss continued dropped into a pout when you had to press his chest as a cue for him to stop.

you giggled at his expression, and it didn’t last due to that reaction.

the calm silence returned, and as you two continued to your home, he held your hand.

(that was almost so sweet that it became disgusting, wtf-)

but, overall-

super sweet, super long, super loving.

there’s is almost no other way to explain the feeling

if you want to count breathless, go ahead.

either way, it was perfect and just the right amount of intense for the both of you

(or a balance, rather, but i think you get what i mean in relation to him and hsi s/o’s character).

and again, the setting?

too perfect.

the stars aligned in his favor that night, that’s for sure.

(i almost gagged while writing this, why did i have to make it so sickeningly sweet, my god-)

Lev Haiba

tol oblivious bean needs smol aware bean

i don’t make the rules, it needs to happen.

who the hell else is gonna make sure that this guy doesn’t bring more problems onto himself?

his s/o would have to be responsible and somewhat motherly.

tough love is best love for tol boy.

i think that they would also be very into volleyball, even pushing as a manager for the team.

(you and kuroo would have to be the primary sources of improvement for lev, let’s be honest)

otherwise, the kiss would happen after a practice.

and it would be a milestone for the team.

(by default, of course.)

so, what exactly do i imagine would happen?

wellll...

practice had just ended

everyone was sweaty

a select group of people had to clean up the gym while the other half had to make sure that the locker rooms were in pristine condition.

you had stayed back to help the guys in the gym.

chaos had begun to ensue when you were cleaning around the outer edge of the gymnasium, so you had to do something.

granted, this group consisted of yamamoto and lev - not surprising.

despite your smaller stature, the guys there knew not to mess with you

things worked out!

the cleaning was slowly getting done, people had begun to leave.

(some volleyballs were thrown in the process between you and lev, though kuroo doesn’t and will never know.)

the smiles that come up during the time are beautiful

almost like that night in general, but you didn’t care.

you, in fact, found lev adorable.

despite his height, was a giant baby - and you loved it.

either way, when the cleaning was done, only a few of you were left.

kuroo and kenma left for the train, kai was packing his things, and you and lev were already on your way to your respective homes.

you two were holding hands tightly, you giggling as he swung your limbs back and forth.

he was almost throwing you, but he wasn’t

the whole thing was a big, fun mess

once he had calmed down, he had started to ask you about your day

you responded accordingly, and he had to do what he would normally do

tease you.

things were silent once you had asked him and he responded, so this would have to be done if things had to flow somewhat

the tiredness had set in, and it wasn’t until you had heard the dreaded words escape his mouth that you almost jumped and smacked him

“so, s/o, how’s your height doing for you down there? Are the land bugs hitting you?”

you deadpanned and started to claw at him, just the slightest.

his laugh was what drew you from your mini meltdown.

you calmed down as you watched his eyes light up with amusement.

he seemed so relaxed and happy, you just had to smile at him as well.

the air around you two lost the tired feeling and settled into something bordering on romantic and teasing.

you were throwing tall jokes at him, he was throwing short jokes at you.

fair deal for a couple so far apart in height, i’d say.

that being said, the tired eventually set in amongst the conversation and rebuttals.

with the drowsiness hitting you in the middle of a comeback, you got loopy

and said something without thinking

(aka something unlike you, the somewhat composed manager of the Nekoma boys volleyball club and unofficial guardian of the chaotic lev haiba)

“i wanna kiss you.”

lev, though tired as well, wasn’t as drained as you and heard what you had said loud and clear.

he blushed firetruck red and stuttered through the repetition of the statement.

it took you a few seconds to realize that, to summarize:

yes, you said that

yes, lev heard that

and yes, you meant it

you had gathered the remnants of your awake conscious to say what you had to say, now that you had already spoken your desires in a goofed state.

“*clearing throat* u-um, i...i want to kiss you, l-...lev. i want to kiss you, so can-can i?”

his eyes got wider, he blushed darker, and his heart was beating at a million mph

but he didn’t deny it.

in fact, he straight up leaned down for you.

“you wanted to kiss me, right? then go for it!”

you, in your tired stupor, went along with it.

you had to jump a little bit because he didn’t lean down so far, but you still managed to peck him on the lips.

(he enjoyed the image of you jumping to try and kiss him, and he could get used to it)

he chuckled again before meeting you down below once you were away from him.

the two of you just stared in each others eyes and turned into tomatoes.

overall, just-

AGH SO CUTE.

it doesn’t seem like much, but i think that the kiss would kind of comical and somewhat immature

while still remaining very romantic and sweet.

the setting itself?

not really proper to you two

the two of you, most likely, would have ended up like this if you had stayed back longer or had gone to a diner for a date.

(as a sidenote, you lived near yaku. this is something he didn’t know and you were too tired to remember, so when yaku noticed the little scene from his bedroom window, he had to bring it up at practice the next day. the two of you were promptly teased relentlessly.)

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dorotheajanegilmore · 4 years

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She saved me - VILLANELLE

Villanelle x OC!Female

Trigger warning: Drunk, passing out, men surrounding vulnerable woman (safe to read, nothing violent occurs).

Hope you enjoy!

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The blonde assassin sat in her expensive blue and red floral dress, watching the crowds gather around the man playing guitar outside of the French bakery.

Villanelle siped her coffee and took a verocious bite out of the circular pastry. “Ugh.” She spat it out onto the plate just as a waiter walked by.

“Is everything alright, Mademoiselle?” The twenty-something year old waiter asked with a thick French accent, looking down at the chewed, spit covered pastry lumped onto her plate.

Villanelle looked up at him in disgust. “That was cinnamon.”

“Yes, our cinnamon swirls are made with the finest cinnamon in-“

“I hate cinnamon.” Villanelle interrupted, picking up her boutique shopping bags and storming off in a huff.

Villanelle headed down a dark alleyway, a short cut to her hotel. As the alley lit up and exposed the street at the other end, Villanelle turned the corner. Immodestly, she collided with a stranger, her bags flying into the air and landing a few feet away.

“Perfect.” She whispered to herself, feeling a cold liquid drip down her front, and her damp clothes stick to her. Her hand was in her pocket, ready to take out her small blade, then the stranger pulled herself up from the ground.

“Oh, my god. I am so sorry!” The young woman pulled herself up from the wall and held a lidless coffee cup in hand.

Villanelle frowned, there was wine on her dress but the women was holding a coffee cup. She watched the stranger stumble and realised it took her a while to get up. And she was awfully quiet on impact. Villanelle left the blade where it was and began gathering her clothes, deciding that it wasn’t worth it.

As she stuffed her brown Gucci scarf into her bag, Villanelle saw the women attempt to help, she reached down to pick up a bag and stumbled. Falling back down onto the pavement. “Sorry, M’not help. Three heels. Drain.”

Villanelle looked over at the two heels on the drain and rolled her eyes. She picked them up and began heading on her way, leaving behind the drunken state that ruined her sweater.

But as she walked across the street, she saw three young men head towards the alley way. She heard whistling and yelling and couldn’t help but take a closer look. There was something in her gut telling her to go back, to check on the intoxicated woman.

Villanelle has barely crossed the street when she saw the men gather around, kneeling on the ground. “Hey! Hey! Get away from her!” She yelled, dropping her bags and raving down the alley. Immediately the men took off, realising that her yelling would draw attention.

Pressing her fingers to the woman’s neck, She sighed when she felt a slow and steady pulse. “Shit.” She cursed.

The taxi driver helped Villanelle carry the women into her hotel lobby where the security approached. Villanelle turned to the taxi driver and handed him a tip. “Thank you so much for your help. Stacey just can’t handle her French wines.” She out on her poshest English accent and the man chuckled before leaving. The hotel security guard overheard her and guided her to the elevator.

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She opened her eyes and her vision was blurred. She blinked a few times before her eyes focused on the window just across from her. The night sky was lit up with stars and the Eiffel Tower a bright yellow glow, against a navy background.

She sat up and realised that she wasn’t in her hotel room. This one is far fancier. Had she gotten that drunk at lunch?

“Harriet?” She called, hoping that her best friend that she was on vacation with would answer. Instead, she was met with silence. Throwing her legs over the end of the bed, she found her legs clad in pink silk pyjamas. She looked down as saw her top half matched. She lifted her left arm and found the letter ‘V’ sewn into the wrist with champagne coloured thread.

She frowned and stood up, feeling like she had a bookcase on her head she nearly fainted. She groaned feeling the dreaded hangover take over, but nevertheless, she wandered out of the bedroom.

“Harriet?” She asked, stepping into the hall. She looked up from the ground and saw a grand living room spread out in front of her. Crisp white walls and gold accents. A huge flat screen tv and grey velvet sofas. The place was a palace.

“Who’s suite am I in?” She whispered to herself. “Oh my god!” She clasped a hand over her mouth as she realised that in her drunken state, she might have hooked up with someone.

The door to her left opened and a tall, tan blonde woman walked out, wearing a white bathrobe and fluffy white slippers. “You’re awake.” She smiled.

“Hi. I. I don’t. I don’t know what’s happening.” She stuttered, feeling anxious, scared and vulnerable all at the same time.

“What’s your name?” The blonde asked, padding over to the sofa in her soft slippers.

“Florence.” The girl’s voice faltered as she spoke, her throat croaky and dry.

“Florence.” The woman nodded. “Sit down, I’ll get you some water.”

The woman wondered into the kitchen while Florence slowly walked into the living room. The room was square with two grey double doors on the right hand side. On the left hand side was one grey door for the bathroom, and opposite the hallway she had just walked out of was a fireplace with a large tv. In the middle of the room was a white fluffy rug on top of the marble floor. Two sofas opposite each other with a glass table in between. It was lavish and expensive, it smells of fresh roses and coffee and the only sound audible being the traffic of cars outside.

Florence sank into the unbelievably soft sofa as the stranger walked in from the kitchen, two bottles of water in hand. She placed them on the table and took one for herself, gesturing for Florence to take one.

Usually, she wouldn’t take from strangers. However her mouth and throat felt like sandpaper. She removed the security seal and unscrewed the lid. The cold water felt heavenly against tongue and the relief on her throat was orgasmic. “Thank you.” She breathed as she finished the bottle.

The woman nodded with an amused smile. “You’re welcome.”

Florence noted the Russian accent and felt even more foreign. “I’m sorry but do you know how I got here?”

The woman nodded. “You barged into me in town. Spilled wine all over my expensive dress and passed out in the alley. Men tried to bother you so I brought you here.”

Florence felt sick from the information being spat at her. “Crap, crap. I am so stupid. I’m so sorry. Please, send me your dry cleaning bill, I’ll fix it for you. Or buy you a new one.”

“It was by The Vampire’s Wife.” The women stated dryly.

“I’ll buy you a new one.” Florence nodded confidently. “I’ll call the boutique, please tell me what was the name of the piece I trashed?”

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Villanelle frowned. She expected this woman to be nothing more than cheap trash and yet, here she was offering to purchase a one thousand dollar dress? Now the assassin was intrigued, even more so than she was.

“Forget it. But please, let me ask you some questions.”

Florence nodded and Villanelle sat up, twisting the towel from her head and letting her freshly washed hair drip onto her bathrobe to dry naturally.

“Where are you from and what are you doing here?”

“I’m from London but I’m on vacation here with friends. It’s my birthday tomorrow so.” The woman shrugged.

“How old are you tomorrow?” V asked, wondering if she had accidentally kidnapped a minor.

“I’ll be 24.”

Villanelle sighed in relief. “And what’s your job?”

“I’m a writer. You?”

Villanelle chuckled. “I’m a perfume designer.”

“Aw that’s so cool!” Florence exclaimed excitedly, a big fan of perfume and all things girly. “Can I ask you some questions?”

Villanelle nods, she supposed that was fair.

“What’s your name? And why did you help me?” Florence’s mind was going a hundred miles a minute. She felt ill, and wasn’t sure if she should be leaving and trying to find Harriet, or if she should take this woman out and buy her a replacement sweater. And pyjamas, since she was now dressed in hers. Either way, she needed answers.

“Villanelle. And I felt bad for you.” Villanelle shrugged.

Florence’s face lit up with a smile and chuckled at how blunt Villanelle was. “You don’t sugar coat it do you.”

Villanelle shrugged, feeling comfortable around this stranger. “Sugar coatting is for babies. Are you baby?”

“I could be.” Florence joked.

Villanelle’s eyes widened before Florence shook her head and and said, “I’m joking, I’m joking. I’m sorry, that was inappropriate. I should leave.”

Florence stood up and looked around. Villanelle stood up too, and watched her move.

“Do you have my phone?” Florence asked. “Did I have it when I stumbled into you?”

Villanelle shook her head and shrugged. “You came with a coffee cup.“

“Can I borrow your phone please? I just need to call my friend and let her know I’m safe.”

With that sentence, Villanelle’s eyes darkened. She slowly walked towards the girl, smirking evilly as her hand reached into her pocket.

Florence’s heart quickened as Villanelle stalked towards her. Florence took a step back and gulped. “I am safe right?”

Villanelle’s smirk dropped and she began laughing wickedly. “Hahaha! I got you! Haha I scared you didn’t I? Hahaha”

Florence’s shoulders dropped and her heart sank. “Oh..my god. Oh my god. You totally had me there.”

Villanelle took her phone out of her pocket and brought up the number pad. “Here. Call your friend.”

“Thank you so much.” Florence gratefully took hold of the phone, but Villanelle didn’t let go.

“By the way,” Villanelle started, leaning in closer to Florence’s face. “If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it by now, baby.”

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descendantofthesparrow · 4 years

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Daughter of the Honorable Thief - Harry Hook x Hood!reader - part 15 - Lying bitches and Group chats

Harry raised his brow as Aaron glared at him from the other side of the room, the other teen had been more aggressive at Harry ever since he returned from the Sherwood forest fair.

Harry sighed, ignoring the glare and going back to his notes for algebra.

“Hello~” a voice purred suddenly from beside him, Harry mentally frowned and slowly looked up, his shoulders dropping and a glare settling.

Lila had decided it was a good idea to sit next to him and try to flirt. She fluttered her eyes and trailed her fingertips across the table counter, licking her lips flirtatiously “I haven’t seen you around before? I would know if such a handsome guy like you had been around”

Harry let out a dark chuckle, the green-eyed girl faltering for a moment, eyes widening as Harry gave a sharp grin and a harsh glare. “too bad I know who yeh are huh? Lie-la~”

Lila suddenly stood, tears starting to pour from her eyes “I knew it! Erza and (y/n) lied to you! They-they abused-“ Harry let out a snarl, standing suddenly, making Lila squeak as Harry towered over her. She hadn't expected for harry to be as imposing as he was.

“cut the crap yeh cunt, I know what yeh did ta Erza and I'm not interested in yer lies, besides I'm an isle kid, I know how ta lie like its breathing, yeh think I cant tell when someone's lying ta me? Go try it on some other poor soul yeh bitch”

Lila's jaw dropped, never before had she been talked to like that, “you-how boorish-“ Lila squeaked as Harry reached for his waist, and in a flash, the curve of his hook was inches from her nose.

“yeh might wa’nna get a move on lassie” Harry chuckled darkly “I don’t have a care fer people like yeh” Lila stared at him with fear-ridden eyes before she turned and bolted out of the study hall.

Harry snorted and rolled his eyes, packing up his work and books and heading out of study hall, glaring back at Aaron as the other teen continued to glare at him.

Harry stopped as he saw Aaron's eyes flash purple, but harry shook it off, taking out his phone and texting the group chat.

Mr.Cookie -I officially hate Lila >:(

It was a moment before Erza replied first.

Marriedtocake -u officially met her huh? Yeah shes a bitch, luckily she hasn’t spotted me yet

Marriedtocake -…somehow

Harry snorted, remembering the small explanation Erza had given him and the others about Lila's abuse.

If he had anything to do about it, Lila would be running for the hills away from Auradon.

Wait, why was his name-

Mr.Cookie - WHY IS MY NAME MR COOKIE?!

Gillyboi - Hook sounds like Cookie, and Erza said Hookie that one time so, Cookie~

Mr.Cookie - that makes no fkin sense

Hawkeye - deal with it mr.cookie, ur not getting out of it until we find a more funny nickname for u

Mr.Cookie - why is (y/n)’s name cool?!

Hawkeye - because im cool

Seagoddess - Cookie stfu im in class rn

Mr.cookie - FKIN UMA U TOO, AHHHHHHH

Mr.Cookie has been muted by Seagoddess

Marriedtocake - HA

Harry pouted as his messages wouldn't go through, he looked up, grinning as me made eye contact with (y/n) who glared at him

Hawkeye - u idiots he-fukoasjdfsodhg

Hawkeye - UMA HOW FUCKING DARE U

Seagoddess - heh

Gillyboi - Cookie stole (y/n)s phoooone

Seagoddess - we know gil

Piratequeen has entered the chat

Piratequeen - wtf is happening I leave for two minutes and you all descend into chaos

Hawkeye - MAKE UMA UNMUTE HARRY

Piratequeen - Harry get off (y/n)s phone

Hawkeye - NOT UNTIL UMA UNMUTES ME

Piratequeen - at least stop the caps lock

Hawkeye - NEVER

Seagoddess unmuted Mr.Cookie

Mr.Cookie renamed Mr.Cookie to Harryisabitchboi

Hawkeye - HEY

Harryisabitchboi - GET THE FUCK OFF MY PHONE THEN

Gillyboi - (y/n) stole harrys phone

Seagoddess - thank you gil, but harry give (y/n) her phone back

Hawkeye - NO THEN YOULL MUTE ME AGAIN

Harryisabitchboi - GIVE ME MY PHONE BACK U FUCK

Hawkeye - MAKE ME

Gillyboi -ooooh those some fighting words

Hawkeye sent a photo

Piratequeen - harry she will beat your ass don’t tempt her

Harryisabitchboi - TOO FUCKING LATE

Hawkeye - WAIT IM SORYISGHHHHHHHHH

Gillyboi - annnnnd (y/n)s chasing harry around the campus

Seagoddess - I can see them from class

Piratequeen - just let them fight it out

Marriedtocake - XDXDXD found em, (y/n) is on Harry's back smacking him

Seagoddess - HA

Uma looked out her class window, smirking as she watched (y/n) wrap her legs around Harry's waist and smack at his head, Erza a few feet behind them and cackling, holding up her phone to record the spectacle.

“idiots” Uma chuckled, turning back to the teacher and continuing to take notes.

She heard a low audible groan from the class as the classroom door opened and someone stepped in. she looked up, freezing as Lila stepped into the room, a soft smile on her face.

Ooooh, Uma could see a fake bitch from a thousand miles away.

And that was a fake bitch.

Seagoddess - guess who just stepped into my class

Marriedtocake - u fucking serious? First, she bugs harry now shes in ur class? Christ

Marriedtocake - she better leave u alone or im throwing hands fuck my trauma

Harryisabitchboi - erza no

Marriedtocake - ERZA YES I WILL KICK ASS FOR MY GIRLFRIEND.

Uma sputtered, a blush rising across her face, Ezra just called her her girlfriend…..and it sounded nice.

Fuuck

Hawkeye - erza please leave it, Uma please tell me there's not an empty seat next to you

Seagoddess - nope, the only seat is near the back.

Uma looked up as Lila turned to the teacher and touched her ears “oh Mr. Crawford, I have tinnitus and it's hard for me to hear if maybe someone can switch seats with me?”

The teacher just gave her a look “Ms. Lila, we have your full file including your pathological lying, please go sit down before you make a fool of yourself” Lila turned pale and she looked down at the floor as she speed-walked to her seat, her ears turning dark as the class snickered at her failed to try at the teacher.

Uma smirked, glancing back down at her phone.

Seagoddess - teach knows about her shit, sent her to the only empty seat after she tried saying she had tinnitus

Marriedtocake - HAHAHA!!!!

Marriedtocake - MY YEARS OF BITCHING TO THE SCHOOL COUNCIL HAS PAID OFF

Marriedtocake - EVERYONE KNOWS SHES FULL OF SHIT

Hawkeye - we must celebrate! meet at Tiana's café after school!

Several people are typing….

Mr.Cookie - Yes ma’am

Gillyboi - aye sir!

Seagoddess - alright then

Piratequeen - k

Marriedtocake - look at harry being all polite~ after hood kicked ur ass~

Mr.Cookie - shuuuut the fuck up

Uma chucked again and pocketed her phone, tuning back into the teachers droning about the history of pixie hollow.

“to the bitches downfall~!” Erza cheered, holding up her frappuccino in the air, the rest of the group cheered with her, raising their drinks.

“and to not failing our tests next week” Uma snorted, Harry and Erza groaning at that.

“don’ remind meh” Harry huffed, sipping at his mocha.

“How bout a study night tomorrow?” you suggested, bitting into your sandwich “gods knew we all need a set time for studying or else it'll never get done”

“true that” Erza chuckled, leaning back in her chair, the front legs lifting off the floor.

“Erza?” Erza’s eyes widened and she slowly turned around, her shoulders dropping as she made eye contact with Lila. “you, you’re still he-?”

“I'm still here? Yes Lila, I'm not as weak as you thought I was” Erza snapped, standing up and cutting off Lila by a few inches “now what do you want?”

“well I” Lila stuttered, eyes running up and down Erza’s body “I was wondering if you wanted to talk?”

“she” Uma interrupted her, standing from the table and walking over to Erza, tossing her arm around her waist “is going to be spending time with her girl, no time for you sweetheart” Uma purred, knowing Erza’s cheeks were now pink.

“you?” Lilas lip curled in disgust “why would she with someone….like you?”

Uma let out a dangerous chuckle, Harry's insane laughter popping in. Lila's eyes went wide as she finally noticed the rest of you, including the bright, eyed harry and Harriet staring at her, sharp smirks on their faces “yeh never wan’ ta anger a sea witch lassie, they aren’t ta be trifled with”

Lila's eyes snapped back to Uma, taking a step back from the glowering sea witch. “you-you're the daughter-“

“daughter of Ursula~” Uma purred, giving Lila a low bow “ now, leave” Uma's necklace gave a low glowing pulse, sending Lila out the door and down the road, away from the group of friends. “good riddance” Uma huffed, tugging Erza back into a chair and leaning on her shoulder.

“she's a right off bitch” you muttered, holding your hand up to Uma for a high five “nicely done by the way Uma” Uma smirked and smacked her hand into yours.

“back to the original topic” Harriet sighed, setting down her iced coffee “study night? Where?”

“my room” you perked up, finishing off your caramel frappe and setting it on our leg “it’s the biggest and I have a lot of snacks already in my room”

“Alright, hoods room it is tomorrow night! Then after that video game!” Erza cheered, the rest of the group cheering with her.

“sounds good” Uma hummed.

“so for now, let's go to the arcade cuz im bored” you suggested, raising your brow at the others, Gil and Harry's eyes glinting with excitement at your suggestion.

“that ALSO sounds good” Uma chuckled, standing from her seat and nodding her head out to the road “lets go”

“yeet!” Erza cried, hopping from her seat and running out the door, the rest of you following after her.

-end of part 15-

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 3 years

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Bring on the Mania! Pt 4

After escaping from the mermafia, they managed to make it to professor Crewel. But ever after since encountering the twins, Amane was surprisingly well behaved, sure he would flirt with a student from time to time. But when they left the classroom, he would look behind his shoulder every so often.

"Uhhh, are you okay? You've been acting paranoid ever since we ran into Azul and the twins." Concern etched her features. It grew when she watched him flinched at the mention of the latter.

"Ha-hahaha! What are you talking about, Sugar tits? I'm just peachy!" His smile didn't convince her. She could see the corners of his mouth twitched. She glanced at Grim and Lisha; the former furrowed his brows in suspicion, while the latter had a worried look in her eyes.

School ended for the day. Valerie and Amane made it to the entrance of the school where the rest of her first-year squad was. Tomorrow was the weekend, and she texted them for a sleepover, and they all agreed. Though they were still wary of him, they were able to hold a conversation with him better.

"Wait." Ace started. "You guys ran into Azul and the twins."

"And he's been jumpy ever since?" Deuce ended, glancing at the man, who was busy chatting with Epel about Lisha, the said strix nestled herself on Epel's fluffy head.

"Yeah, I don't know what they said to him, but whatever those two said really did a number on him." Valerie carefully cradled a sleeping Grim in her arms.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they have blackmail on him, considering that his family has a strong influence on Twisted Wonderland, and Azul will use that for his benefit." Jack added, huffing at the thought of it.

"But, they just met him. How could they obtain that information in less than a day?" Deuce thought.

"With how he paraded himself, it wouldn't be hard for him to the object of discussion for the whole school, even more so his family name." Sebek nodded.

The sound of music and praise filled the air when they neared the sports field. Valerie paused to see the commotion; the others did too, curious about what took the girl's attention.

There was a crowd of people, and they all surrounded whoever they were cheering for. Deciding to go nearer, Valerie politely excused herself from her friends, much to their confusion, and carefully waded her way through the crowd.

"Excuse me. Sorry, coming through." She repeatedly apologized before finally made her way to the source.

In the center of it all were Jamil and another student in the middle of a heated breakdance competition. By the look of it, no one was sure who was winning. She spotted Kalim in the far corner, holding a large 'Go Jamil!' sign over his sign.

"You're doing amazing, Jamil!" The garnet-eyed male cheered with a brilliant smile on his face.

Valerie felt her friend's presence. Hearing some of them catch their breaths confirms it.

"Damn it, Princess, and you said me and Deuce give you a headache." She heard Ace complain. She felt him lean to her side, his hand resting on her head.

"Do you think Jamil is winning?" Deuce asked as he watched in awe as the two students kept on pulling advance moves.

"I sure hope so." She replied, having full faith in her senior's abilities.

Amane stood behind her, pursing his, and folded his arms over his chest. He had a contemplative look on his face as he watched them dance. A loud cheer caught his attention, he glanced in the direction of it, and a flash of realization came to his fate when he saw Kalim.

Jamil delivered the finishing move that ended the battle and claimed his victory. The crowd cheered for his win, congratulated him, even his opponent, who wasn't even phased by his defeat, and admitted that he was the better dancer. Kalim happily ran over and tackled him for a hug. Jamil staggered from the impact but recovered quickly and tried to get him off.

"Oi! Get off!" Jamil demanded, trying to push his dorm leader away.

"Jamil, I'm so happy for you! You were incredible!" The energetic male praised. Jamil stopped when it appeared that he wasn't going to move from his position and reluctantly let Kalim hug him. Around them, the students had already dispersed and went back to the dorms. Well almost...

"Jamil, you were on fire." A feminine voice complimented. The Scarabia duo turned their heads and saw the school's only girl in front of them, as well as her friends.

"Hello, Valerie!" Kalim cheerfully greeted, Jamil just gave a nod of acknowledgment. An idea popped into Kalim's head.

"Hey Jamil, maybe you can teach Valerie that dance just now. She already proved herself to be a fast learner under your tutelage." Kalim suggested. Jamil hummed at the thought.

"That may be so, but it's still advance for her." He reasoned. Jamil jumped a bit when he found her face so close to his, he fought down the blush rising on his cheeks.

"I promise to put all my effort into it! I won't disappoint you!" She affirmed, the sincerity evident in her voice, and her determined face was too adorable for him.

"I-If that's how you feel, then fine. I won't go easy on you." The dark-haired male declared with a smirk. The girl just happily grinned up at him.

"Sup, Al-Asim." Amane casually greeted. He strolled up to the group with his arms behind his head.

"Mm, oh hey, Amane." Kalim waved at the man.

It that time, Grim woke up. The monster blinked blearily and let out a large yawn. He looked around and saw everyone's surprised faces; he turned his head to Amane and Kalim in the middle of a pleasant conversation. The first years blinked, watching in silence as Kalim and Amane converse like old friends.

"Do you know each other?" Epel queried.

"Oh yeah, I met this ball of sunshine when I was ten. His father brought him over so we can get acquainted; for future business relations." Amane waved his hand dismissively.

"Our meetings became less frequent as time went on, and then we stopped seeing each other." Kalim admitted. Though there was an underlying sadness in his tone, he covered it up with a bright smile.

"But I heard rumors that a man was hanging around with Valerie. I didn't expect it was you."

"Amane, you already graduated. What are you doing here?" Jamil questioned. He narrowed his eyes towards the older male.

"I decided to hang with this girl for two days." The hetero eye male replied, wrapping one arm around Valerie for emphasis.

"Since we made the blood pact, I wanted to get to know her better and check out this school more." He added.

"You could have just visited her during the weekend." Jamil countered, crossing his arms.

"Oh, snake daddy, do you have any idea how hectic my schedule is? It's probably worse than yours." Amane remarked, using the girl as an armrest.

"Anyway, we got someplace to be. Catch you two later." He removed his arm, walking ahead from the rest of them.

"Oh, bye, Amane!" Kalim smiled at the back of his friend's retreating form.

"He could have at least wait, how rude." Sebek cast a disapproving look at Amane.

"Might as well catch up with him. See you, guys." Valerie waved at the Scarabia duo; before jogging after Amane. The rest of the first years followed.

"It's good to see Amane again, huh, Jamil?" There was a fond look in his eyes as he watched the first years catching up with the demon.

"It is surprising to see him here and making a pact with Valerie no less." Jamil commented.

"I hope we can re-connect, considering what father told me what happened to him." He turned to Jamil with downcast eyes; his smile lacked the joy he had earlier.

"Let's head back too. I'm sure some of the residents need something from us." Kalim went ahead, acting like nothing was wrong. Jamil stood there, watching Kalim's figure before catching up with him.

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The sun was already setting, and everyone was currently in the living room, having already eaten dinner made by the ghosts. The boys were already in their pajamas, so they were just waiting for Valerie to come down.

"Wait. You're friends with Lorelei Arachne?" Deuce asked incredulously. He wore a simple white shirt and dark blue pajama shorts. He was lying on his sleeping bag with the rest of the first years.

"Childhood friends, to be exact, honey." Amane corrected. He wore silk maroon pajamas with gold accents, lying on his side, taking most of the space on the couch.

"Pfft, now way. You expect us to believe that crap." Ace scoffed. Like Deuce, he wore a white shirt and red pajama shorts. "Probably a ploy to get in our pants."

Amane reached to the coffee table and grabbed his phone. He swiped it a few times before showing them a picture.

It was him, and his arm was wrapped around a young woman. She had an alluring heart-shaped face, long wavy blood-red hair that reaches to her thighs. Her eyes had black sclera, amber iris and black slits , and porcelain skin. Both were smiling and dressed in winter clothes, and what seemed to be a resort in the background.

"So hot stuff, you believe me now?" Amane smirked smugly on watching the first year's gawk at the photo.

"I-I-I..." Ace had no words for what he was seeing.

"I can't believe what I'm seeing." Jack muttered, scratching the back of his neck. He wore a white tank top and black pajama pants.

"That's amazing, Amane!" Deuce exclaimed as he stared at the picture.

"Where are you?" Sebek questioned. He wore a dark green pajama set with white accents.

"It's in the northern part of the land of pyroxene. She wanted to take a break from idol life, so I suggested this place; it wasn't that popular, but it had potential. I'm glad I did; it was like she got a few years of her life back." He took back his phone to stare at it; a small smile formed on his face as he recalled the memory.

"Is her life that hard?" Epel asked. He wore a black shirt with purple flannel pattern pajamas.

"Hell yeah, it is." He started to count each one with his fingers.

"Following a strict regime. A special diet to maintain her figure. Always acting happy in front of the camera. Walking around with weights on her body to make her dancing more fluid. Constantly performing and going to meet-n-greets no matter how tired she is. No love life. Ohh, and don't get me started with those bitchy fans of hers."

Amane seethed at the last one; he curled his lips with icy contempt and held his phone so tight, cracks were forming. His eyes flashed, not only in anger but something else. His eyes glowed dangerously bright as if a wildfire lit up, ready to burn down everything on its path.

But what concerned them the most is what was happening to his body. Like a technical glitch, they could see horns and a pair of wings on his back, flickering in and out of existence.

The first years' froze from their spot on the floor. Unaccustomed to seeing this side of him, they glanced at each other, unable to say that might trigger the hetero-eyed male. Fear tingled their backs as Amane's eyes glow brighter and becoming more demonic.

When Amane finally looked up, he found the frightened and wary faces of Valerie's friends staring at him. Their bodies were tense; they were either ready to run from him or pin him to the ground. Confused, he glanced at the dark screen of his phone and understood their caution. Amane closed his eyes and took a deep breath, counting up to twenty in his head, and let it all out. He looked at his phone; no glowing eyes or horns and wings.

He turned back to the first-year squad. They were still on high alert, albeit calm themselves considerably; there was an awkward silence in the air, with neither party saying a word. In the end, Amane spoke up.

"So, is Sugar tits done yet?"

"I'm right here, Amane." Her voice rang out.

She came into the room wearing a pink shirt that exposed her midriff and matching shorts. Grim was lying on her head, with Lisha on top of his. In her arms were various board games. Valerie's cheerful smile was replaced by a concerned frown; the tension in the air was thick, and from her friends' body language, they were on the verge of tackling him.

"Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, sitting down and placing the boxes on the coffee table.

"Yeah, we-" Deuce started before Ace abruptly cut him off.

"THIS GUY NEARLY WENT DEMON MODE ON US!" Ace screamed, pointing accusingly at the midnight haired male. Valerie blinked and turned to Amane, who bowed his head.

"Uhh, w-what happened?"

"Amane was just telling us he was friends with Lorelei Arachne." Jack answered. "But Ace didn't believe him, so he showed us a picture of them on his phone. Amane began to list off how hard her life was, to the point of angering him."

I-I didn't mean to lose control." The incubi tried to defend. "It's just the way they treat her makes my blood boil."

Amane bit his lower lip. Eyes darting everywhere, unwilling to look at them. Simmering in silent rage.

"But, at least she had you, didn't she?" Grim, surprisingly offered. Amane stopped biting his lip and loosen his muscles.

"Yeah, that bitch and I had each other backs ever since I could remember. Whenever the world decided to throw shit at us, we always managed to come on top."

A small smile etched his face, his eyes grew soft and nostalgic. Valerie placed a hand on his shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. The hetero-eyed gave her a thankful smile.

"So, what do you have in store, Sugar tits?"

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maribatshipper · 3 years

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Ice Age Chapter 4

Y/N bundles Junior in some blankets so he'll go to sleep.

"Why do you do that?" Diego asks.

Y/N answers, "A couple of reasons. The biggest reason is so he'll be warm. The other one is because I usually end up with my blankets used for keeping me warm on the other side of my bed because I kick in my sleep sometimes. Who knows if he'll do it too?"

Diego shrugs and lies down to sleep. Manny picks up the baby and wraps him in his trunk. Y/N smiles and wraps herself up in the leftover blankets.

"Oh, the triumphant return." Manny frowns.

Y/N looks up to see Sid. She giggles.

"How about a good nights kiss for your big buddy Sid?" Sid asks.

"Shh! He's asleep!" Manny frowns as Y/N stares in deadpan.

Sid frowns, "I was talking to you."

Y/N whispers, "Sorry. Don't think you're Manny's type. You aren't mine either, Sloth."

Sid frowns, "Fine. I'll tuck myself in."

He then tries to sleep on a rock. Making lots of noise. Y/N growls as the noise gets louder.

"Will you stop it!?" Manny whisper-yells.

"Cut it out before I rip your tonsils out through your nose!" Y/N threatens, her voice slightly deeper, scaring the crap out of Sid.

Sid stops and frowns, "Alright, alright. Just trying to relax."

Y/N groans as she tucks her head underneath the covers.

"You know what Diego's going to do, right?" E/N asks.

Y/N nods.

"And you're not gonna do anything about it?" E/N asks.

Y/N mentally replies, "Nothing to do. He'll come around. Now go to sleep, E/N."

Y/N yawns and falls asleep, feeling safe and secure.

***

Diego opens his green eyes and walks over Junior in Manny's trunk. He goes to take the baby when Sid makes a noise, startling Diego. Diego goes to grab Junior only for him to move slightly, causing Diego to stop, and Manny tightens his grip around Junior. Suddenly, he hears something in the tall grass. He jumps towards the creature raising his claw to strike only to stop and see one of his pack.

"What the?" He whispers.

"Go ahead, slice me! It'll be the last thing you ever do!" The tiger growls.

Diego growls, "I'm working here, you waste of fur."

"Frustrated Diego?" Another Saber asks. "Tracking down helpless infants too difficult for you?"

Diego gets off the other Saber and asks, "What are you two doing here?"

"Soto's getting tired of waiting."

The slightly insane one replies, "Yeah yeah, he said, "Come back with the baby, or don't come back at all!" Hahaha!"

Diego deadpans at the insane Saber and frowns, "Well I have a message for Soto. Tell him I'm bringing the baby. And tell him, I'm bringing... a mammoth."

"A mammoth?"

"Mammoths never travel alone."

Diego replies, "Well this one does. And I'm leading him to half peak."

The insane one smiles, "Look at all that meat! Let's get him!"

Diego stops him, "Not yet! We'll need the whole pack to bring this mammoth down. Get everyone ready. Now."

The sabres run off and Diego lies down next to the bundle of blankets Y/N hides underneath. Y/N is heard muttering quietly. Diego's ears perk up as he listens.

"...because I'm not making-... effort? Verschwinde... You say-... more like others... opfer... crazy about success.... scream inside... feigling... robbed me of strength... look at me... please... I'm scared... will never stop... seht doch hin... chains of lead... miststück... smiles... pretence... lonely... nobody hears it... stummer schrei... can barely breathe... nein... can't ignore it... accept me... feel lost... frozen heart... save me... storm rising... me..."

Diego raises his eyebrows confused. He shrugs and falls back asleep as she stops muttering.

***

Manny wakes up and tightens his trunk, only to feel nothing but blankets. He stands up and stomps over to Diego.

"Where's the baby?" Manny orders.

Diego asks, "You lost it?"

Y/N peaks out from under her blankets and asks, "Where's Sid?"

The connection in the boys is instantly connected as they shout, "SID!"

Y/N quickly packs up the blankets and follows Manny as the boys split up. Y/N's not gonna miss this. She sees the spa pits and Sid in them.

"Found the idiot." Y/N points over to the pit.

Just as they reach the pit, Junior throws some of the bubbly mud onto Sid's face, who then, in turn, grabs Manny's trunk to wipe it off.

"Oi, buttsnack! That's not a towel." Y/N frowns, causing Sid to jump in shock.

"Oh, hey! Hi, N/N, Manny..." Sid nervously smiles.

Manny frowns, "What's the matter with you?" as he takes Junior.

Y/N smacks Sid's head and walks away with Manny.

"I think he has two brains. His first brain got lost and the second left to find it and hasn't come back." Y/N smirks, getting Manny to chuckle slightly.

"Nononono, Manny Manny Manny, please, I'm begging you! I need him!" Sid begs.

Y/N growls, "You're using the infant as a chick magnet. They're only interested in you because you seem like a family guy. There's no other reason. Now go back to the girls without Pinky."

Sid frowns, causing Y/N to raise her fist, ready to punch.

"Alright! Alright!" Sid exclaims as he runs off.

Manny frowns, "Pretty tail walks by, suddenly he moves like a cheetah."

Y/N nods, "Yep." popping the p.

"And that tiger. Yeah, mister great tracker! Can't even find a sloth. What am I? Their wet nurse?"

Y/N smirks as she watches Manny rant to the baby. He puts Junior down on a tree branch, causing him to squeal in excitement looking at Manny.

"What are you looking at, bone bag?" Manny exclaims.

Y/N snickers silently as she sits down to watch and as the baby squeals.

"Look at you. You're gonna grow into a great predator, huh? Don't think so. Watcha got? You got a little patch of fur... no fangs, no claws, your folds of skin wrapped in mush. What's so threatening about you?" Manny frowns.

Y/N frowns, "I'm right here. Look, his teeth will grow in after a few months, so will his "claws". If he gets back to his herd, they'll improve his brain, where he can trap his prey with things in the area."

Suddenly, Junior hugs Manny's trunk, causing him to stop, seemingly hypnotized for a second. He then frowns and picks up his trunk, the baby holding on tight.

"Hey, does this look like a petting zoo to you, huh?" Manny asks.

"How does he know what a petting zoo is?" E/N asks.

Suddenly, Junior pulls out some trunk hairs, causing Manny to scream in pain. Y/N winces as Junior laughs.

"This is one of the reasons I'm never having children." Y/N mutters.

Manny glares, "Alright, okay wise guy. You just earned a time out."

He picks up Junior and puts him higher up on the tree, causing Y/N to roll her eyes. Junior laughs even more, aggravating Manny.

"Oh, you think that's funny? How about this?" Manny asks, putting him all the way to the top of the tree. "You're a little snack for the owls."

Y/N sighs as the baby continues making happy noises.

"You're a brave little squirt, I'll give you that." Manny frowns.

Y/N sighs, "Manny, he's an infant. He doesn't see that being high is dangerous, so he's not scared. He does perceive some things as dangerous, but being high up is not on his danger list."

***

Y/N carries the baby on her shoulders and sees Diego with Sid in his mouth.

Manny yells, "Guys, I thought we were in a hurry."

Y/N scoffs, "Spit that out, Diego. You don't know where that's been."

Diego spits Sid out, suddenly disgusted.

"For a second there, I thought you were gonna eat me." Sid sighs, relieved.

Diego retorts, "I don't eat junk food." getting a laugh out of Y/N.

***

Y/N hugs herself tightly as the snow surrounds them in a sheet of white. She's not used to freezing temperatures. She pulls out her hoodie and a blanket and wraps herself up to warm herself slightly. Manny picks her up and puts her on his back.

"Thanks, Manny." Y/N smiles.

Sid somehow gets left behind. Y/N sees a geyser and points to it, giving Manny and Diego a mischievous smirk. They stop at the geyser waiting for Sid.

"Thanks for waiting." Sid breathes as he sits down on the geyser.

"Three, two, one." The three count down.

Sid is thrown into the air by the geyser and the others walk away.

"Sure is faithful." Manny smirks.

***

Later, Sid and Junior are in a poke war, which annoys both Manny and Y/N.

Manny growls, "Don't make me reach back there!"

Sid argues, "He started it!"

Manny retorts, "I don't care who started it, I'll finish it!"

Sid and the baby continue poking when Y/N says something that stops them both.

"If you don't stop that, I will personally ring both your necks then boil them in a pot!" Y/N growls, her voice getting deeper.

Everyone shuts up, and Y/N's eyes widen. She hugs herself, angry.

"Thank you." E/N taunts.

***

The mammals continue walking until they reach a rock that spits out a red flame and beeps, which then causes a big piece of ice to go right past them, and Y/N stares in shock. The rock then makes another noise, and a green flame comes out.

"Huh. What do you know? Traffic lights are a thing a million years before electricity."

***

Sid throws a snowball at Manny, but it hits Y/N, causing her to fall off Manny's back. Manny and Y/N turn to Sid only to have him point at the baby. She puts her fingers to her eyes, then to Sid in an "I'm watching you" fashion.

***

The group passes by the Stonehenge, causing Y/N to gape.

"Modern architecture. It'll never last." Manny scoffs.

Y/N smirks at the irony of that sentence.

***

Y/N watches Diego as he erases a sabre footprint and makes a human footprint. She's impressed at how accurate it is. Diego points the herd in the direction the print is going.

***

Soon, the herd is on ice, and Sid's skating around like a pro, with Junior on his head. Y/N rolls her eyes as she quite easily skates over to Manny and tries to help him.

"Hiya, Manny." Sid smirks as he skates past the mammoth.

Manny falls over, causing Y/N to roll her eyes.

"Time to put all you've learned from Bambi into practice, huh, N/N?" E/N jokes.

Y/N orders, "Okay, keep your legs firm. You're too wobbly. Okay, better idea, I'll just take you to the snow. Give me your trunk."

Manny wraps his trunk around Y/N's arm and she pulls him, skating towards the snow, off the ice.

"There. Now, I'll help Diego and save Pinky." Y/N smiles.

She skates over to Diego and stops right in front of him, her H/C hair whipping in front of her face.

"Give me your paw before you hurt yourself, Tiger." Y/N smirks.

Diego looks up, trying not to fall, and catches the kindness in Y/N's E/C eyes.

"Alright." Diego nods.

Sid skates past, circling the tiger, "Hiya Diego!"

Diego almost falls, but Y/N grabs his front left paw. She pulls him towards the edge of the frozen lake and decides to show off. She lets go of Diego's paw, then runs onto the ice, controlling her balance quite well. She turns around, ending up skating backwards, waving towards Manny and Diego. Suddenly, there's a crash, and Junior comes sliding to Y/N. She picks him up the best she can without falling and slides to the other mammals, excluding Sid.

"Hey, Sid!"

***

"You're lost, aren't ya?" Manny asks.

Diego answers, "No, I know exactly where we are."

"Ask him directions." Manny orders.

Y/N perks up and sees who "him" is. She falls off Manny in shock after seeing Scrat. She still blames him for 2020.

"I'm alright!" Y/N smiles.

Diego retorts, "I don't need directions."

"Fine, I'll ask him. Hey, buddy. You see any humans go by here?" Manny asks.

Scrat shakes his head, then puts his finger up, saying what he wants to.

Sid smiles, "Ooh! I love this game! I love this game!" He then plays a small game of charades. "Three words, first word. Stomp, no no, stamp, stamp!"

Y/N inputs, "Pack." not even looking at Scrat.

Sid compliments, "Good one, N/N. Uh, pack of long teeth and claws."

Y/N turns to Diego to see him hiding his claws and snickers.

"Pack of wolves, pack of..." Sid thinks.

Manny guesses, "Pack of bears? Pack of fleas?"

Y/N watches as Scrat points at Diego, trying to tell them he saw a pack of sabres, but they're too caught up in guessing to see.

"Pack of whiskers? Pack of noses?"

"Pachyderm?"

"Pack of lies. Pack of troubles. Pack a wallop. Pack of birds."

Suddenly, Diego flicks Scrat away, which only Y/N sees and she busts out laughing.

"Pack of flying fish!"

Y/N laughs, trying so hard not to die laughing, "Birds don't come in packs, they come in flocks! Hahaha. And fish come in schools!"

***

Sid throws another snowball at Manny, and this time, it hits both Y/N and Manny. Y/N jumps down and picks up a whole bunch of snow as she sees Junior point at Sid. She and Manny both throw their snowballs at Sid, but Manny's is so big it squashes Sid. The baby laughs, causing both Manny and Y/N to smirk. Y/N picks up Junior and trudges along the path.

***

Soon a blizzard appears, and Y/N hugs Junior closer so he doesn't freeze and keeps her hood around her head tight. She wraps both her and Junior in a few blankets as they trudge through the snowstorm.

#Ice Age #Reader insert #Manny #Sid #Diego #Ice Age Baby

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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survey by joybucket

Have you _____ during this pandemic?

Worn a mask? I mean, of course. I put one on even when I’m only picking up deliveries from my doorstep.

got tested for coronavirus? Never. I also hope I’ll never have to go through this, I don’t want a stick up my nose and throat D:

known someone who died from the virus? Personally? Too many people at this point.

gotten the COVID vaccine? Not yet, but I have many relatives who’ve already gotten theirs, my mom and grandmother included, so at least. I know my employer has a plan in place over the next few weeks or months, so I’m just currently waiting for updates on their end.

started a new hobby? Yeah, I started on embroidery late last year. I haven’t been able to keep it up, but I’m still very much interested and want to go back to it soon. I also plan on getting one or two new Klaypel kits so I can finally replace and throw out the ones Gabie gave to me as gifts.

hated being stuck at home? Yeah, especially during the start when there seemed to be no end in sight. When they heightened quarantine protocols again earlier this month, that also made me feel aggravated about being stuck at home indefinitely since I had already started going out on weekends for self-dates.

worn a mask someone made for you? No one has made a mask for me, but one of my uncles got me a supply of a certain kind of face mask that I didn’t initially use.

sewn your own mask? No.

purchased masks at the store? Not me personally, but my dad regularly buys a supply for the family to use.

purchased a KN95 or N95 mask? Again, not me. But we regularly have a stock at home, along with the blue surgical face masks.

complimented someone on their mask? I don’t think so. I barely pay attention especially towards mask designs.

protested mask-wearing? ????? My name’s not Karen.

complained on Facebook? Nothing mask-related, but I have definitely complained about the government’s negligence and lack of proactivity about this entire situation.

read a book? I started on Midnight Sun which my parents got for me, but I never finished it. I got busy immediately the week after since I got accepted into my internship, and it was also because I was dealing with my breakup and could not focus enough to read for more than 5 minutes.

had an event canceled you had been looking forward to? My college graduation, which I’ll forever stay bitter about.

stocked up on toilet paper? I don’t think so. My parents didn’t believe in panic-buying.

been to the store when it was crowded? I do remember the mall being packed when I went last-minute Christmas shopping. Not to a crazy extent, but there was still quite a number of people.

been to the store when the toilet paper aisle was empty? N/A. We don’t have toilet paper aisles, but all stores have hand sanitizers and temperature checks by their entrance.

lost your job? I didn’t have a job before the pandemic because I had still been a student when everything started.

worked from home? Yup, and still on an WFH arrangement until now.

still had to go to work? I’ve had to go two times, but that was because it was absolutely necessary to go to the office to get the work done. My employer is pretty strict about this anyway and if something could be done at home, they’d decline the request.

went to a protest at your state's capital building? Well we don’t have states so this isn’t really relevant to me. Should a credible org plan a protest against the government though, I’d be interested in going.

watched the news for updates on the virus? We keep the TV on during dinner, at which time the news is always on. Whether I want to or not, I always get updates on the Covid situation in the country.

wondered if you had covid? Yeah, when I got extremely sick in May last year.

not left the house for a week? Way more than a week.

watched YouTube videos? YouTube is pretty much a part of my daily routine, with or without the virus.

spent a whole day watching movies? I’ve only watched one movie since the beginning of the pandemic.

cleaned your house from top to bottom? Not me, but my mom.

ordered something online? Too much crap.

ordered a pizza? I’ve gotten pizza a few times for my family, yeah. I remember ordering from Pizza Hut, Motorino, and most recently, Yellow Cab.

prayed to God?

completely forgotten a holiday that you normally celebrate? Nah, I usually remember when holidays are because that means I get a day off hahaha.

voted in an election? There haven’t been any elections that have taken place since the start of the pandemic.

gotten to know your neighbors? Somewhat. I only say hi to them and greet them a good morning/afternoon when I walk the dogs, but I don’t initiate conversations.

sanitized everything in your home? We always do this, especially when a package arrives for someone in the family.

wrote someone a letter? Started one but never finished because I soon realized it wouldn’t be worth it.

wished this pandemic were over? Don’t we all?

been surprised this pandemic has lasted so long? Yeah, I definitely thought things would be normal by now.

worried about catching the virus? I think the worry exists for everyone. I just wouldn’t say I’ve ever gotten super anxious and panicky about it. I feel pretty resigned at this point and just want everything to be over, so I can finally have the life I was meant to have back.

stayed home because you didn't want to catch the virus? That, and because I was required to stay home to begin with.

been to church? We watch a service on YouTube every Sunday morning.

watched an online church service? ^ Yeah, that’s what I meant haha oops.

been stopped by a police officer? No, but there was one time I was cleaning up Cooper’s tray and there happened to be a village guard cycling by our street, and he just kindly reminded me to put on a mask or shield since I had forgotten to do it.

seen a lot of police cars patrolling the area? No. I would definitely be pissed off if this happened - especially in a residential subdivision - and share a pic on social media to alert everyone about the unnecessary mess that is the police.

had someone cough on you out in public? No. But again, this would also piss me off and I wouldn’t hesitate to confront the asshole who would do something like that.

has someone stand less than six feet away from you while waiting in line? Always. Some people here can still be unbelievably stubborn.

had to use an inhaler? Never needed one.

been to the doctor? Yeah, to have my blood and urine tests examined.

had increased asthma and/or allergy symptoms? I have neither.

felt like you were fighting a virus? Like I said, I got a bad fever sometime last year. Even though I didn’t show any of the common Covid symptoms (e.g. I had wet cough instead of a dry cough), I felt as if I was rotting away lmao. I could barely stand up and I felt like fainting the second I would raise my head.

been diagnosed with the coronavirus? No.

felt lonely? It’s natural.

went somewhere with a friend? Just a couple of times. I went to UPTC with Andi at the start of the year, then back in Feb I went to Perfy’s with several friends, well aware of our ignorance but badly craving for a sense of normalcy for even just a night.

attended an online event? BANG BANG COOOOOOOOOON. Best 8 hours of my life during the pandemic thus far.

had a business in your area close down? Like the people I know who’ve died from the virus, too many.

received a stimulus check? Hasn’t happened.

received food stamps? No, and I don’t think we have that system in place here. The government just lets the hungry go hungrier.

applied for disability? No, not applicable.

applied for food assistance? No, thankfully we haven’t reached this point.

visited a food pantry? ^

had a fever? Just back in May. Hasn’t happened again since.

believed a conspiracy theory about the virus? Cringe, no.

had to take online classes? When the whole world was still at a loss on how to handle a global pandemic, aka early March, I briefly took Zoom sessions for some of my classes. But it proved to be difficult what with many students struggling with internet connections or being stuck somewhere without their school supplies, so my university canceled the sem altogether not long after and gave everyone general passing grades.

ate at a restaurant? I did a few times. I frequented coffee shops rather than restaurants, though.

walked through a drive-thru? I’ve...driven through a drive-thru, but not walk.

had your mask fog up your glasses? Every damn time I get out of the car, hahaha.

had to go to the hospital because of covid? Nope, not for myself or for someone else.

had to go to the hospital for a different reason? For my fever.

used hand sanitizer? At least once a day.

felt encouraged, joyful, or blessed? Now, especially. Things are starting to look up, at least for my own life.

#survey #surveys

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ichika27 · 3 years

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I’m excited about Neo: TWEWY, I really am. A lot of speculation from fans already even though the trailer hasn’t even been out for more than a day, I think. Interesting stuff. I wanna talk about some of them plus other thoughts. Spoilers for the original game also below.

A few theories that caught my attention are the stuff about how Shiki and Eri probably are fashion designers now since some characters have stuff that look like something those two would come up with, one about how the old protags might end up being playable later on considering the switch version of TWEWY had the New Day segment where there’s cliffhangers, and finally, that the new protags might be reapers.

The last one is the one that got me thinking. There are conflicting details that points to them either being players or reapers and the latter is an exciting prospect but... how about both? As we know from the original game, the 7 days timeline is short and the full game spanned at least 3 weeks and there’s a chance this sequel will have this, too. Like, wouldn’t it be cool if Rindo and the gang are players at the beginning and after their first game, one reason or another, they end up being recruited as reapers instead?

From what I remember from the first game (it’s been years I might be wrong), players do their missions, survive those 7 days, and when they get to the end, the accumulated points become the basis if they get resurrected or not. It’s even pointed out that while one pair could finish the mission and everyone “wins” at the end of the day, it only gives those who actually finish the mission the points so everyone still has to try and finish it themselves. I think those who don’t “win” but survive get the choice to become reapers instead or something (and even the winners can choose to be reapers, if I remember correctly like Beat, I think). It’ll be awesome if we get to see their perspective on the game!

And players do pacts as a pair but there are 4 main protags and one is already a reaper. The only explanation I can think of is Rindo and his friend Fret are partners and survives together but Nagi’s partner probably lost so she ends up sticking with them and all becomes reapers and for some reason, Minamimoto is with their group. Also, Nagi’s line of them needing to escape the game might mean they’re trying to find a way to live again still while doing reaper job.

There’s also Neku being playable (Minamimoto did say he’d need to play again in A New Day) not being out of the question yet as there might be more than 7 days after all.

On the other hand, they say this game is a sequel to the anime and that the anime has had some changes made from the original game to make it more modern. I’m worried about how this will affect the story. I mean I’m already worried how they’d cram what’s in-universe a 3 week incident into who knows how many episodes of anime. I do wish they would tie this in with A New Day. I mean that one explained how Minamimoto is still “alive” after all. Tsugumi aka “Hype-chan” is finally, properly introduced as well (with her official name!) and she showed up in A New Day and the line “Shibuya is gone.” is uttered as well meaning A New Day is canon to this. We haven’t seen Coco yet though but we’d have to wait for a new trailer I guess.

Joshua though... I have so many question. Where’s Joshua and Mr. H? They know about what happened to Neku in A New Day. Please tell me they’re doing something behind the scenes about Neku and this new game. I don’t believe they’re just gonna throw away Joshua’s character development when he’s shown in the end that he does see the group (at the very least, Neku) as friends. There’s no way he’s just gonna leave things at that, right?

End thought: there were some people (including me) who wish there’s a TWEWY game set in another country. I mean, aren’t you wondering what the Reaper’s Game is like elsewhere? Like, if this sequel becomes a big hit and the loose ends from the first game are finally tied, I hope they make a new game set somewhere else.

I mean, like Pokemon guys! Pokemon has been a long, on-going franchise where each game is set in a different region following different protagonists. I’m not sure if it’s an entirely good idea but TWEWY as that kind of series. It doesn’t sound so bad, right? Wouldn’t it be interesting?

Aaaaah! I rambled on too much! Ugh... when the anime and sequel game comes out I probably would not shut up about this and might write long-ass crap like this again hahaha. For now, if you actually got this far, thank you for reading!

#the world ends with you #twewy #neo the world ends with you #neo twewy #subarashiki kono sekai #sana_post #anime

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J is for Judgement

This is a part 2! Comes after a part 1, and a part 1.5!!

You smile at Dick when he darkens the pet stores doorway.

“Hey baby, hey baby,” he greets and you snort, coming around the counter to give him a hug. You’ve never been much of a hugger, but hell, he’s just the cuddliest.

Also he smells like a tasty man.

Pulling apart, he leans against your counter, an attempt at being casual and you hide a smirk.

“So, bestie,” he begins and you waver in place. Luckily the space is empty apart from the two of you. “I’ve got a thing tonight, if you’re interested in coming.”

“Going out on the town with my bestie?” You begin, about to rain him in stupid compliments.

“Ah- not, the town…” He cuts in and you hum, wrinkling your brow. “Dami is throwing the dog a birthday party,” his tone drags the words as if it’s a chore, even though it sounds like tonight might be the best of your life, “and it’s just a small gathering, family and close friends. I was wondering…”

He gives you a sneaky look.

“Yeeees?” you sing-song back and he licks his lips, trying to hide smile.

“If you were interested…” His mouth drags the words out and you feel like you’re vibrating from the inside out.

“Innnnn?”

“Coming with me to the party tonight?”

“Yeah!” You shout, throwing your fists in the air and bouncing around in a circle before pulling up in front of him, dropping your excitement and blanking your face. “Yeah, sounds cool, no biggie, if you want, no prob, Bob.”

Dick beams at you, still leant against the counter. “They’re going to love you.”

“You bet your ass they will, Richie!” Your bravado has his expression softening with affection, even as your stomach flips with a sudden and crushing panic. Hiding this, you catch his hand in one of yours and swing them. “I am excited to meet Barbaraaaa.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and grinning, before pushing off the counter and dragging you about the store.

“Help me get the damn dog a present, it can be from both of us, obviously,” he says, before muttering. “Dogs birthday party, Jason didn’t get a birthday party last year but the dog does?”

You don’t tell Dick about the guy today. You know he notes the scrawled number on your hand and he smiles a little, but when you don’t mention it, he doesn’t ask.

As you’re walking home, Dick having promised to pick you up later, you stare at your phone.

Debating.

Screw it.

Me: Hi, this is Y/N from the pet store, I didn’t get your name today

You wait ten seconds before shoving your phone into your pocket out of anxiety and instead focussing on tonights hellscape.

You have to make these people love you. You have to!

Ignoring the silence and stillness of your pocketed phone, you instead focus on reviewing what you know about Dicks family.

Surprisingly- little.

Honestly? You barely know anything about them.

Except:

He has two dads, Alfred and Bruce

He has four brothers, Jay, Tim, Duke and Damian

He has two sisters, Steph and Cass.

He has one not sister, Barbara, also his unrequited love

He doesn’t have favourites between any of them.

Luckily, as you start up your stoop and your chest starts to heave, your phone vibrates in your pocket.

Unknown Number: I’m Jason

You wait. For something, anything.

After two minutes, you’ve entered your apartment and, phone still in hand, made your way to your closet.

After ten, you’ve set the phone back on your bed and are deciding between a red bodysuit and a yellow crop top.

After twenty, you’re in the shower and anxiously shaving your legs even though you’ve decided to wear long pants.

At the thirty minute mark, out of the shower with your hair wrapped but before you apply moisturiser, you pick up the phone and give in.

Me: What do you do, Jason?

Putting it back down, without much expectation, you pick up the moisturiser once more but pause when the device beeps again.

Jason: I’m a freelancer, mixed martial artist.

Jason: Do you like lunch? Or breakfast food.

You try to grin too wide at the messages. He seems a little… unsure, maybe. You’re into it.

Me: I love lunch, and breakfast- for lunch or breakfast. What do you think about dinner?

You nab your red bodysuit and slip yourself into it, then fight on your favourite pair of pink corduroy pants. Gazing at yourself in the mirror, you frown, look at your closet, frown harder.

No.

“You’re hot.” You growl to your mirror self. “I am hot. And I am loveable and tonight is going to be great and tomorrow you can go out with Jason and kiss that gorgeous face.”

His visage pops up before you, scarred and unusual.

You hope his scars are more innocent than- well, than other scars in this city.

Maybe he got them in the womb, or terrible acne that forms perfect lines.

Oh boy.

Jason: I usually work nights, late, and I’d hate to cut our night short because I need to get to work

Your lips purse.

Oh shit!

Dickard: I’m coming up, you better look hot

Shoving away your awful, awful, just awful realization, you look back up at yourself in the mirror and grimace. Throwing on a light coat of lipstick and a layer of mascara, finishing off the makeup you’d been wandering through while texting with-

No.

Leaping up, you grab your jacket- that guys jacket-

Oh hell, you’re so dumb.

Pushing out every thought to do with night time activities and vigilantes and, worse, villain criminals, you throw on the jacket, put your phone and wallet in the pockets, slip on some shoes and snatch your keys.

“Shit,” you murmur, spinning around and nabbing your perfume from the table and spritzing yourself and the jacket. “Shit, shit, shit.”

Bounding for the door, you wrench it open just as Dick raises his hand to knock. You stare at each other, for a moment, while you pant.

“Running late?”

Shoving Dick backwards into the hall, you lock up behind yourself and turn back to him with a cheesy smile. “Show me your Daddy, Dicky.”

His expression goes blank and you hiss out a breath.

“No. No! Don’t-”

“I think maybe-”

“Oh shut up,” you growl and he laughs, throwing an arm over your shoulders and leading you out of the building. “Y’know, I’ve don’t know that much about your family. Like I know the cast, obviously but you’ve literally never told me where you live, and you’ve never-”

Dick grimaces, and you can tell he’s unsure and maybe embarrassed.

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’ll figure it out, I doubt they know much about me, anyway!” You laugh, your throat tight and panicked and he offers a weak smile and a quick squeeze.

“Oh, f*ck me, Dick.” You stare at the gates.

The Gates.

Not to heaven, or arkham, or anywhere so pedestrian, oh no.

“F*cking Wayne Manor, Grayson? As in Dick Grayson, adopted son of Bruce Wayne?”

Dick shrinks in his seat, driving up the lane, since the gates had opened automatically, for him.

“I’m going to kick your god damn ass, Grayson, I’m going to end you, you’re the worst, literally the worst,” the car stops, “you’re so f*cking dead, you dumb bitch, I can’t believe you’ve done this,” your door opens, “and I’m just so excited to meet your family, Dick! Hahaha!”

You take the hand proffered through the car door and rise to come face to face with- shit- Tim Drake.

Recognisable, famous Tim Drake.

“Hi! Dicks brother Tim! He’s so proud of you,” you greet and Tims lips twitch upwards at the sides, though his slightly warm, slightly protocol expression changes little beyond that.

“Welcome, Y/N, Dick’s mentioned you a lot and we’re all so excited to finally meet you. In the flesh.”

You try not to frown at his weird phrasing, only for it to get worse.

“Oh. Did Jason leave his jacket in your car again, Dick?” Tim asks, his gaze moving from the jacket on your shoulders to Dick, who is sidling up beside you.

Jacket. Jay. Jason. Phone number. Freelancer. Night time work.

Shit, shit, shit, please be a coincidence, please be a coincidence. F*cking Dick, f*cking shit, damn, heck.

You smile absently at the pair.

“Oh, no, this one is apparently very similar to Jasons but Y/N has assured me she found it in her building,” Dick assures him, and you look between the two, gauging their reactions.

Tim grimaces, and Dick frowns at him.

A vigilante gave you this jacket. You just got the phone number of a possible vigilante named Jason. Dicks brother Jay is named Jason and he’s got a jacket like this.

Please.

Hell.

You spot others emerging behind Tim, from the gigantic Wayne Manor doors.

Dick’s eyes dart to them and he slings a comforting arm over your shoulders.

“Let’s get in and out of the cold, hey Tim? C’mon, lead the way.” His voice is jovial but he holds you back a second as Tim sends him a look then starts toward the doors. His face tilts toward yours, a soft whisper coming through your hair to your ear. “I’m so sorry, I should have said something sooner, it’s a- it’s hard to explain, you know I’m adopted, we’re all pretty adopted around here and it’s such a difficult situation and its not like I have the greatest relationship with Bruce and- I’m sorry, Y/N, I should have said something sooner.”

The apology brushes over you and you tilt slightly against him, your forehead setting against his shoulder and he presses a kiss onto the top of your head.

“Thanks, kiddo.”

“We’re two years apart, you galumphing oaf.” You growl back, just as you step through the doors and come face to face with a group of people staring at the pair of you.

Your eyes lock on a beautiful red haired woman, her face stark for a long moment as she takes in the pair of you before everything on her face is hidden with a blink of an eye.

Oh crap.

You step out of Dicks grasp, pointedly, and offer a weak smile to the red haired girl. Barbara.

Shit, hell.

Everyone stares at the movement and it takes you a second before you see him.

“Is that Jasons jacket?” A kid asks loudly, Damian, hopefully, but your eyes don’t stray from the man at the back.

Jason from the pet shop.

“Relax everyone,” Dick laughs, his eyes moving from you to Jason and the pair of you stare at the obvious expression on his face. Dicks voice trails off. “It’s not Jasons…”

“Jesus and the Joker,” you gripe, your eyes darting from Barbara to Jason to Dick.

“So this is your jacket?” Dick asks, gesturing to the beat up brown coat on your shoulders. “How’d she get it? How’d you get it?”

Jasons head twitches in a shake, eyes locked on yours and you squint at him.

“No! Jason. Don’t make her lie. How’d this happen? Why’s she still got it?” He glances at the staring group and sighs. “She got it like a week ago.”

“Three days.”

You grit your teeth, glaring at Jason.

“Shall we, everyone, head into the living room? Alfred, dinner?”

Your eyes dart to Bruce Wayne, his voice and face clearly recognisable from several television segments, and you watch as the group silently and with thick tension move single file through a door. Beside Bruce, another man, Alfred, you guess, steps up close to him and murmurs something before Bruce nods.

Beside you, Dick tangles your fingers.

“Hey, best friend?”

Your eyes slide up to his and he offers you a pathetic smile.

“Dick,” you say softly, as the others exit, leaving the pair of you a moment. “Cards on the table, a group of those people who run around at night visited me and then that night you were out with Jay one of them visited again and he gave me his jacket and then he took it back but then he gave it back and then Jason came into the pet shop today before you did and I got his number and I texted him and I realized that hot guy Jason from the store was some kind of vigilante guy because of what he said and now I get here and they’re the same person and your brother Jason is the Red Hood? And he’s running around with other vigilantes who have hair the same as these people we’ve just walked into and please call me crazy, Dick, that I’m a big ol’ loon, please?”

You don’t mess with the f*cked system in Gotham and you certainly don’t get involved with someone involved with the f*cked system.

“I’m Nightwing.” Dick says in a rush. “And kinda Batman.”

Your nose wrinkles as you try not to burst into tears.

Just… One thing after another.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Dick pulls you into his chest and you don’t resist. He’s Nightwing but he’s still your Dickie, your platonic soulmate. “I was going to tell you soon, but I know how you feel about all of it and I didn’t want you to hate me or my family before you met them.”

“Dick!” Someone yells obnoxiously before being loudly hushed.

“I didn’t know about this Jason thing, I wish he’d have spoken to me, this is my fault for mentioning you to them.”

You hug him tight before pulling back and shaking out your hair. Pasting on a smile, you beam at your best friend.

“It’s a party, Dick, for a dog, I think we should focus on that for now and hope I haven’t ruined any chance to make Barbara like me.” You laugh half-heartedly, before taking his hand and stepping purposefully toward the doors everyone else waits behind.

Heck this was a heck one like just definitely took a while and quite stressful to write idk what was going on

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