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moregraceful · 7 months

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YES RECS!!! and rarepair??? be still my heart

To anon and also the three beautiful people who responded to this post and the 7 beautiful people who liked it, thank you so much I am so glad 11 people trust me to make a fool of myself as I try to encapsulate the feeling of finishing a fic and going WAHOO!!! this is me going into the street with a vest and a clipboard aggressively telling tourists to read the fic

Here are my inaugural rarepair recs, please enjoy this image I whipped up on Canva. also if you read any of these, please leave a comment for the authors, the rarepair trenches are hurtful and comments that are nice can sustain an author for months. also not cutting in case of these authors are vanity searching bc finding ppl reccing your fic in the wild is always such a treat

made up by sarcangel - josh manson/kurtis macdermid, colorado avalanche. you ever read a summary and go there's no fuckin way the author pulls this off....and then they do??? hoo boy i read the summary for this and if i weren't bored out of my mind waiting for my cookies to freeze, i would not have taken a chance on it. BUT I DID! AND I'M SO GLAD I DID BECAUSE IT WAS SO FUN!! what if josh manson was a secret cosplay tiktoker of geralt from the witcher and what if kurtis macdermid found josh manson's secret cosplay tiktok and he had to just suffer in lustful silence in the avs locker room knowing josh manson had a secret witcher cosplay tiktok and is really hot. does this sound deranged? yes it does. but the author pulls the concept off with such charm and joy and with such an obvious love and care for these players, i was captivated the whole way through and left my cookies longer in the freezer than i was supposed (the cookies were fine.)

maybe so (and maybe not) by sarcangel - matt nieto/alex newhook, colorado avalanche. friends and enemies and lovers, i fear not all of you appreciate matt nieto as much as you should, but thank god for alex newhook bc he does!! chris macfarland you will not see heaven. anyway this is a wonderful slice of life that is tagged pwp but it's actually more like....early twenties career anxiety with porn. what if i was on an entry level contract struggling emotionally, psychologically, sexually, and you were matt nieto. what then. the sexual pay off for newy's emotional agonies is so good - often when a fic is like, 80% feelings ending at 20% porn i just end up really dissatisfied because it never feels like a logical conclusion. but this was just pitch perfect right up until the end, the smut felt earned and moved the emotional arc forward. i would also like to add that i was forcibly reminded in this fic that nieto had a mustache but it was unfortunately terribly erotic for me. oh wow.

NOTE BEFORE THESE NEXT TWO RECS: i am fully planning to do a @theresonly1u rec list specifically now that i'm finally nutting up and reading so many of them, and now that eleven people explicitly and/or tacitly gave me permission to holler. but while i work on that, here are two recs from that fest that got me howling this week

My enemy, please stay close to me by planesandtrainingwheels, igor shesterkin/ilya sorokin, new york rangers & new york islanders. while i abstractly understand the circumstances around why fandom is so fucking weird about russian players besides ovi and geno, i think that's an incredible stupid bias FOR AMERICANS SPECIFICALLY bc i swear to god if these guys were canadian white boys, there'd be skywriting. anyway this fic whips ass, it makes wonderfully economic use of the constraints of the challenge while still managing to add perfect color and life to the scenes...it's a very fun take on red string of fate and soulmates and i just had an absolute blast thinking about two people tying themselves together because they're competitive teenage morons and then fall in love about it. it's soooo good

sign by frausorge, thomas bordeleau/william eklund, san jose barracuda. i initially had a rule for myself that i wasn't going to rec fic by personal friends and mutuals but i decided to break that just for the 1u recs bc so many mutuals participated. also because i need to start discourse: i truly believe the only people who understand the san jose barracuda on a soul level are trans people. case in point - this drabble that captures past/present/future anxieties and possibilities that spin out in front of you when someone makes an off-hand comment and someone else decides to be brave (NOT in the way you think!!) it's a perfectly and expertly executed 100 word moment that had me both so tense and emosh that i read the last sentence and had to go stare at a bowl of spaghetti about it. would i read 20k of this, yeah??? but i'm also so thoroughly satisfied by knowing it's a small moment that opens up two very beautiful lives to so many different futures. i love thinking about all the ways it could end. when william eklund makes the sharks opening night roster and i sit in the stands and have feelings disproportionate to the situation, know that it is because of this fic.

thank you for bearing witness 😌 i must now return to tasks

#i received unexpected large sum of money and used part of it on a gift that was poorly received and i'm trying not to be salty #but i was like you know what gift economy never fails? the fandom gift economy. everybody go comment on these fics!!#what a joy these fics are #side note i was gonna do 1u year 2 in may but now i'm wondering if i should do it twice a year in january and june #anyone got any thots...#mfw the fic hits #cage replies #anon #fic rec

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btnclmrttn · 2 years

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Could I please request HCs for Saitama, Genos, Sonic, and Garou, for either a friend or s/o either is fine) that’s a werewolf? They got bit at a young age and turn into one every full moon. As a werewolf, they’re not actively aggressive unless they’re being attacked. Really, they’re a big softy who wants to pig out on meat, drop a dead deer at your feet. A big softy that’s also tough as hell given they spent a good portion of their life being hunted as a werewolf. (P.S You’re doing great 👍🏽)

thank v much I hope I got this accurate to werewolf lore

Werewolf Reader

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Saitama

Werewolf is just fancy language for big dog to him

It caught him off guard at first, understandably, likely underestimating how much of a change it was, but he got used to it

He's mad about all the fur you have on the low. It's crossed his mind asking you to also bite him if it meant he had some hair, but he wont go through with it

Your company is appreciated during winter full moons. He would like to lay on you, and save on his electric bill. Bald people always be cold

If you drop a dead anything for him he's gonna be happy about the free food you just provided

Hunters aren't a problem at all as he's on it, and any aggression you may show towards potential threats don't bother him. He'll be trying to count how many teeth you have, though, if bared.

He keeps making twilight jokes and you can't stop him. If he could get his hands on a Team Jacob shirt it would be the best inside joke he's ever had

Genos

Unaffected entirely he givesn't a shit

He's gonna make sure you get more than enough to eat by assisting in tracking down potential meals. He'll let you do the hunting part, partially because it's good for you and also to observe your behaviors

Becomes like an expert overnight, plenty of Genos-splaining things you should watch out with eating and good exercises and all that for your big dog brain

He insists petting you is absolutely beneficial to your well being as a werewolf and gives the best tummy rubs

Rly he just thinks you're just the cutest damn thing he's ever seen and he can't explain it so he won't say anything

Anything you drop before him is greatly appreciated and he will use every inch of it in some way

He's damn upset there's no dog toys with your size even though you've explained it's not necessary many times

Sonic

It was a bit of a what the fuck moment but he got over it quickly

He likes to see how much your strength/speed changes while in this form, so he plays lots of games with you but calls it training

Always brushing your fur. Keeps breaking brushes on your fur.

He loves you, really he does, but please don't give him anything dead it's gonna make him have jitters. Because it's just a whole ass deer at his feet. A rat wouldn't bother him as much.

Yes he'll say thank you but he'll be looking green

You'll never notice if you were even being stared at. He's the best at getting rid of hunters, and you wouldn't know it unless he said something

He sometimes can get access to quality meat. Likes to spoil you a little so you don't have to go out looking for some.

If someone owes him money for a job he did he's borrowing you to scare it out of them. Whether he gets it or not he doesn't care if you end up eating them.

Garou

He thinks it's the sickest shit ever he has a werewolf companion and would be so fucking hype

Makes it a competition who can hunt the most meat. He's pigging out with you

If you're large enough he wants a ride. It would make him so happy. Top speed through the woods in the middle of the night

He just kind of forgets you're also human at the time, and will just be petting you and talking to you like you're a whole dog fr

Play fighting is very fun with Garou

Anyone that dares to even look at you wrong is dead immediately. You being vulnerable to hunters an all makes him see a bit of himself and it makes him incredibly defensive towards you

You can eat them if you want it makes hiding evidence easier

You're the best bed a guy could ask for. He loves sleeping with you especially during full moon nights

#one punch man #opm #opm x reader #hcs #saitama #genos #speed o sound sonic #garou #saitama x reader #anime #genos x reader #sonic x reader #garou x reader #garou x y/n #the four horseman of opm #saitama hcs

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unfortunatelycake · 6 months

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20 Questions Writer Meme

Tagged by @snarkivistfic ! Thank you!

How many works do you have on AO3? 173 across 3 pseuds

What's your total AO3 word count? 3,600846

What fandoms do you write for? At present, mostly TGCF with a little MDZS. Previously One Punch Man, boueibu, plus random other anime

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Anon One Punch Man, Genos/Saitama, Rated M Genos has feelings for his sensei, and blogs about it 100 First Kisses One Punch Man, Genos/Saitama, Rated E Like it says on the tin. This one's 100k. Found in Silence, These Things Unheard One Punch Man, Genos/Saitama, Rated M A getting together fic, based around Genos coping with temporary deafness. Foolish Pretenders Heaven Official's Blessing, Feng Xin/Mu Qing, Rated E Fake dating with added idiocy. Begin Again Tokyo Ghoul, Hide/Sasaki + others, Rated E Hide happens to see Sasaki, and is certain he's Kaneki. Set during canon and written whilst the manga was still being published; this is my 'I fucking called it' fic because certain plot points ended up actually being canon lol

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! Comments bring me life! The way I see it, if someone takes a moment to leave a comment - be it an emoji, a few words, or an entire essay, in any language - there's no reason I shouldn't take the time to show my appreciation for that by replying.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Love is Over Boueibu, Akoya/Arima, Rated T It's not all that angsty in comparison to angsty scenes in other fics I've written, but it's the angstiest ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? No idea. Most of my fics have happy endings lol

Do you get hate on fics? Only once. I ignored it.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes if the plot needs it. It isn't very good smut lmao

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I've only written one-- Love is Not a Subroutine! Boueibu/One Punch Man crossover, Genos/Saitama, En/Atsushi, Io/Ryuu, Rated T Genos and Saitama get zapped into the Boueibu universe, where they have to fight monsters with the power of love, rather than fists.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge

Have you ever had a fic translated? Someone asked to translate one of my fics once but I never heard anything about it after that. So no, I guess.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Started one with @anonymousedward but it kind of fell by the wayside and we both fell into different fandoms. It was a banger of an idea though!

What's your all-time favorite ship? This changes according to whatever fandom I'm in, so I'll pass on this question lol

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? There are 31 files in my 'abandoned wips' folder. I would very much like to finish all of them, but that's unlikely to happen. I guess I'd most like to finish a OPM soulmate AU, it's just a huge project and I haven't found the right kind of writing mojo to continue working on it.

What are your writing strengths? No shortage of ideas, I guess?

What are your writing weaknesses? They aren't always the right ideas. Also lack of discipline. I make a plan and don't stick to it. And many one-shots have ended up as multi-chaptered fics lmao

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don't do it.

First fandom you wrote for? Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Favorite fic you've written? Aaaa I don't know. I was pleased with the vibe of Nightmare for All Seasons (Lost Souls, Steve/Ghost, Post-Canon, Rated T) and I have a soft spot for a whole bunch of my MDZS and OPM fics, but I was also super proud of Love is Sung in a Minor Key (Boueibu, Io/Ryuu + Akoya/Arima, Post-Canon/Bandman AU, Rated E) because I ended up not just writing fic, but lyrics too lol ...Neither of these fics are really good examples of the shit I usually write hahaha

Tagging: @mostlikelytofangirl @anonymousedward @batneko @rayadraws @10holmes @km-birdie @butterfliesandresistance if you wish to do it, no pressure though!

#someone tagged me in the thing #thank you for tagging me in the thing #long post i guess

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martyrbat · 3 months

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every few days i see hockey(?) liveblogs from you (I enjoy the enthusiasm even if i have no idea whats going on). What are the main teams you're following? is it just hockey?

this is so sweet, thank you for the support even if youre a little lost! it is just hockey! but i got plans to get into baseball when it starts in february (go pirates and cubs!) but a little too wordy vomit under the cut about my teams :)

my top team is pittsburgh penguins. for better or worse (and usually worse)—i will be there for every game and saying we're so back after one score when we're down by 5. i will defend them until my last breath, theyre the team ill always put on when having to choose between which ones are currently on. its not a hockey team, its sidney crosby building an ice family with his 5 and counting partners and being known for his banana bread and kind heart and fat ass while literally being the inspiration for over half the players in the nhl because hes been wonderful since he was a rookie. its 18 years of love and friendship despite the odds and how theyre so open in loving and supporting their teammates while hockey culture is filled with toxic masculinity. its the narrative loving and hating us, its sidney being gods most loveable and tortured lamb, its geno whos hilarious and dramatic with a heart of gold, its tanger and his greasy hair, its the babygirlifying grown men AND rooting for the old underdog who are in the 4th spot for the playoffs in their metro area despite our powerplay being a joke and our star players ages (late thirties isnt old by any account but for a high energy physical contact sport?? average retirement is 25-30 instead while 13 of our guys is 30+ and playing some of their best hockey)

after that i really like the leafs despite them being the leafs! theyre a blast to watch (sometimes) and theyre a big third period game, for better or worse. so its always exciting (sometimes unfortunately)! auston matthews is my top favorite from them, hes absolutely remarkable and doesnt get the credit and appreciation he deserves. but i also love the other players, mo, willy, and mitch all especially have a place in my heart :) third fav tosses around with who i can catch a game from most to be honest since a lot of times they overlap too much. im fond of the wild because their goaltender (flower!) was ours for forever. kraken is a blast and has lots of old penguin players too. avalanche is fun to root for when ive seen some games :) im less familiar with all of them but hockey is a fun sport to just throw yourself into and learn as you go so its never been an issue!!

teams i hate is anyone who won against my special guys in the last month tbh HFIFJ but i REALLY hate the chicago team, flyers, and vegas knights. chicago is.... a lot of bad shit off ice and has so many controversies—from their name and jerseys to players being abusive and cover-ups of sexual assault from coaches. just hate them and anytime i see those jerseys and remember theyre allowed while flower was threatened with a lawsuit if he wore his helmet (was designed specially by an indigenous artist to honor flower's indigenous wife and their kids during native american heritage month).... god i just get too pissed, theyre number one for who i despise. flyers are the biggest rivals to the penguins so it makes more sense (but also fuck the capitals and canes for personal grievances. also still mad at the canucks) vegas golden knights just annoys me so much with how theyre still calling themselves the misfits and i associate them with flower leaving so!!!

sorry for the little. word vomit lol but !!! if you ever want to get into hockey, please dm me! im no expert by any means and i know me throwing names out there is intimidating but i promise its fun once you get into it and you dont need to know much to just start watching! for me its great to have something to look forward to every week and watch something happen as it actually happens and liveblog—it kinda feels more like a loose community experience that i never got because of my health issues and disability! its also just fun to be dramatic (screaming its so over when scored on /celebrating a goal) over something thats kinda... not that important. (important for the players and fans ofc but it doesn't change anything in MY daily life outside of how i feel which is refreshing!) sports in general kinda encourage those big emotional responses and it can be great catharsis and silly if you let it be :) and the fan community here can be so welcoming if you just fully ignore twitter and the straight white angry men on it <3

come look at gifs of people calling a 36 year old babygirl and the excitement of a goal celly. come watch funny videos and clips and at how *our* captain wore tiny little shorts and a white shirt to get dunked in a water tank for charity. come and slowly learn how much shit the players put up with as rookies and have the happiness of hindsight at what happiness their futures would hold and why me saying 18 years of love and friendship despite the odds is so big because thats genuinely so rare (only 127 retired players in all of nhl history has accomplished this). come get emotional at poetry over getty images hockey pictures and relish in the delight that is finding art everywhere you go. come see people say that sidney needs to get knotted up and mpreg debates in who will abort that thang or not. take my hand and become a hockey fan, i prommy its not scary—not even during the 'who the fuck is this' stage <33

#oooohhh you want to be a fan of the pittsburgh penguins retirement home so bad......#like im obviously biased for my reference and i became a fan at such a fun time (the west coast road trip that turnt the season around)#but even for a loss its so fun to be part of. genuinely one of my favorite things in the world is that ive set at least 2 hours every other #day to just sit down and engross myself in something i love and look forward to its genuinely one of my biggest acts of self care :3

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goodwoodpod · 9 months

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Regarding the Rossi-Malkin connection, did you read the piece Rossi wrote about his illness? He has something very serious and was on leave for a while, I don’t remember what exactly. But in this piece he wrote that when he told Geno, Geno said something like “Please let me know what I can do to help you with this. Anything. ANYTHING at all.” And Rossi knew that Geno was offering to help pay his medical bills. [Maybe it was said more explicitly than that but this is how I remember it.] And Rossi knew that accepting it would be crossing a line between reporter and subject that he couldn’t cross, but he would always appreciate and cherish Geno’s offer.

I have to say that I know a bit more about Rossi now which makes me wonder if that happened at all, but I also have to say it makes a damn good story.

there are many rossi tidbits where I’m kinda like “did that really happen?” but then decide I don’t care because it makes the canon so much richer lol (the “only for Pittsburgh, always with sid” quote geno allegedly gave him a million years ago is one of them but I refuse to give that up. it’s true IN MY HEART). and this story makes geno look very generous and compassionate lol so I accept it as fact and love it!! —jes

#why do I feel like Sid would’ve just anonymously paid off the bills and never said a word 😂#we all owe rossi forever for that story about Geno’s Awful Horrible No-Good Season… really tugged the heartstrings #he has given us some good food over the years

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reader-no-danna · 3 years

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characters: genos, zombieman, metal bat, amai mask

synopsis: headcanons for the characters stated above in a relationship with an s-class!reader

fandom: one punch man

warnings: none!

a/n: my first writing post 🤩 i love the s-class heroes so much so i decided to write some headcanons for them with a reader who’s also s-class! i may make a part two with flashy flash, fubuki, etc. hope you like it!

genos

at first, genos is indifferent to your presence among the s-class. he’s already prioritized his training and spending as much time as possible with saitama

i don’t even think he’d be aware you’d joined until it was announced at another meeting

he’s veryy curious to know about your abilities and how you shot through the ranks so quickly. but i think he’d keep his distance for a while

assuming reader is around his age, genos would be low-key shy around them. he just can’t bring himself to approach you first. this poor boy-

so at first he sticks to keeping things ✨professional✨ when he hears about a successful mission you were on, you’d get the occasional “i heard you did well against the enemy. well done, y/n” and a little awkward nod of his head

but you’d soon catch on him. when you gave reports at the hero summons, he would ALWAYS pay attention. like watch-dog man could be going on about how city-q is burning to the ground and you’d be like “well everythings fine over here-” and his head would shoot up-

silent fuming if tatsumaki scolds you or anyone interrupts you

and he’d make trips to whatever city you were placed in charge of and ask if you needed any help. he knows you can take care of yourself, he’s just looking for an excuse to talk to you

one day you saw him with saitama and the gang and you started hanging around them and that was it-

you all would be going on a lot of outings together, trying to ignore all the people gaping at you

he definitely finds time to steal you away from the others. he could never grow tired of saitama but fubuki would probably have loads of questions for you so he may excuse himself from the group for a bit and take you with him

the two of you fight sooo well together. you’re often assigned to handle monsters as a team because of how well you work with each other

you’re always with him if his parts get damaged during a fight. scolding him and telling him to be more careful, he’s getting too reckless these days

and genos’ fans take a particular liking to you... if your relationship is public then please believe the fan pages are goin wild

genos doesn’t care about all that, but he’ll quickly jump your defense if people start spreading false rumors about you and your relationship

he loves you and you’ll know it everyday 😌

zombieman

yet another stern man

he is also quite curious as to how you managed to make s-class.

because you either got in right away after the entrance exam, like genos, or you somehow managed to surpass amai mask. either way, he already has some degree of respect for you.

he seems like a bit of a loner, so i imagine the two of you would have to be assigned to a task or mission of some sort together to start communicating.

one thing i like feel he’d admire in an s/o is their strength, so he would be looking respectfully if you two were fighting together.

very observant. he’s looking for your fighting style, what attacks you normally use, and how he can help with his abilities.

he cannot stand heroes who’re only in the profession for the publicity. amai mask already annoys him- so that being said he’s very appreciative to see you actually saving people and being compassionate and not just smiling for the camera while leveling a boulder or sum-

in fact, he probably started to develop some sort of feelings after watching you save someone. maybe it was a child you had helped reunite with their parents after their town was wrecked.

you bring the kid over to their parents, and when you turn over to zombieman he was smiling for a split second before reverting back to that slight frown.

it can be slightly unnerving watching him fight, with his regenerative abilities and all that. you know he’ll recover from any injury but it still concerns you when he gets hurt.

he always reassures you, it’s not a big deal, he’s more than used to it by now. the last thing he wants is to scare you, so catch him actually looking out for his safety and trying to limit the damage done to him for you.

if you get hurt somehow, he’s by your side in an instant. your safety is top priority

he’ll blame himself for your injury, you gotta reassure him for him to feel better, and even that would take a lot of convincing

he’s glad to have you in the s-class, it was getting a little insufferable over there-

badd/ metal bat

remember when he had no idea who madame shibabawa was?? yeah this man does not pay attention during hero meetings 😭 he also was not aware you had joined s-class even though he definitely should’ve been told at that point.

another meeting was called and he’s sitting down in his usual spot, he turns around to see you there like ”😀”

he watches as you calmly give a report on recent sightings of monsters and other matters, like where?? did you come from???

he’s got a pretty boisterous attitude, and he’s very assertive and loud when you first meet him. i feel as though his rashness would be even worse if he thought he had feelings for someone

easily flustered, and it’s obvious too. you offer to come with him for a threat-level demon mission and he’s going on about how he doesn’t need the help of a “newbie” and how he can handle himself just fine. of course you have faith in him, he’s VERY strong but it’s fun to mess with him, and he’ll know when you’re doing it

eventually you decide to tag along with him on an assignment, and surprise, surprise, you hear no complaints from him

you two are a force of NATURE in a fight. his stamina and strength is boundless, and you’re also very impressive with your abilities.

you know those scenes in the manga where he’s in the middle of a fight, his shirt torn, hair all ruffled and in his face, and he’s got bloodstains on him? yeah you’re getting a full view of that on the regular 🥵

fights always end with you two walking away together, he’s swinging his bat and talking about the thrill and how much he enjoyed a good fight. he’ll also be slightly embarrassed to add “you weren’t so bad yourself, you know” and his face will be red but not from the exhaustion-

his sister zenko will become a big fan of you now that you’re s-class! he may even ask if you can give her your autograph and talk to her. he’d be so embarrassed but trying to hide it-

doesn’t know what to do with his hands so he just stuffs them in his pocket. also he avoids eye contact with you too. it’s too cute

“y/n, look, i don’t mean to bother ya, but my lil sis, she’s a huge fan and she'd really like to meet you so if you had the time that would be great. thanks.”

pleasee be nice to this mans sister 😤 i headcanon that he wouldn’t date anyone if zenko didn’t like them

after you meet zenko, congratulations- you have unlocked his soft side 🥰 you’ll find he's a real gentleman

if you’re talking during an s-class meeting and someone interrupts you- this man will NOT care who-

“oi! didn’t you hear y/n speaking just now? shut up or i’ll thrash you!”

in conclusion: badd >>> and his heart is yours 🥰

amai mask

this little prick right here

he wouldn’t be as upset if you went straight to s-class after the hero entrance exam like genos did. but if you actually climbed through the ranks?? and surpassed him??

he would’ve had to be a-class rank t-t-two for a bit 🤢🤮 like hurry up and move to s-class already, it’s killing him

despite being upset about it, he’s also quite impressed. the reason he refuses to move to s-class despite being more than capable is because he wouldn’t allow anyone he deemed unworthy to pass. you had to be very strong, and he begrudgingly had some sort of respect for you because of it

he also respects just people. a hero has to be beautiful, in both appearance and personality. so if you’re a good person then he’ll actually get along with you

make no mistake, he cares about his public image. so when he sees you, a young and stunning hero who made their debut in the highly esteemed s-class? he’d definitely see that as an opportunity grow his fan base

purposely greeting and talking to you frequently in public. and then acting surprised and bashful when being questioned about it by the media

it wouldn’t be long before the tabloids started rolling out with your names on the headlines, with people talking up your relationship

whether or not you’d be upset with it is up to you

if you don’t mind the gossip, amai mask would be muchh bolder with you in public. giving you those wry smiles that would make any other fan melt and openly flirting with you. the two of you may even be invited as guests on one of those talk shows he’s seen on

if the publicity is too much for you, he’d actually shut down the rumors immediately. “y/n is a wonderful addition to the s-class, and i’m looking forward to watching them grow. but their just an acquaintance… nothing more.”

why do i actually want to write a fic about amai mask and reader playing up their relationship in public now

buttt that’s actually not true because he’s starting to catch FEELINGS

he doesn’t like most of the s-class but you’re the exception

he’s a busy man but expect him checking up with you as much as possible to make sure you’re doing alright

after a particular stressful mission, he’ll book a reservation for you two at the best restaurant in the city! perks of being a star...

he’ll tell you all about his upcoming projects, but he’ll also listen very attentively as you talk about the s-class! he may even make fun of some of them just to get you to laugh

very attentive boyfriend and much nicer to you than he is to anyone else, s-class or not!

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miracleonice87 · 3 years

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1,000 Nights

a/n: in honor of Sid’s 1,000th career game. congratulations, SPC. you’ve come a long way, baby. story set in a non-covid-riddled universe.

warnings: swearing, alcohol

word count: 3.5k+

“I’m sorry I won’t be there tonight,” you sighed into the phone with a frown, tossing a stack of media briefings on your desk. “I just… I feel awful.“

“Baby, please, don’t apologize,” Sidney said softly, but so sincerely, on the other end. “Trust me, I get it. I mean, look, I wasn’t there for the thousandth press release you wrote, eh?”

You chuckled lightly, appreciative of your boyfriend’s efforts to make you feel better about missing the one thousandth game of his NHL career — a milestone that would come only once.

“It’s not quite the same,” you mumbled. “I just hate to miss it. But Kelsey promised me she’d FaceTime me the whole time.”

You heard the smile in Sid’s voice at the mention of his teammate’s wife, one of your closest friends, as he replied, “That’s nice. Listen, I don’t want you feeling bad about this, okay? We’ll celebrate when you come down next weekend.”

You drummed your fingers on your desk, then spotted your boss, Brendan Shanahan, quietly knocking before wincing, realizing he had interrupted your phone call. You shook your head, signaling it was no big deal, and waved him in.

“You got yourself a deal, Crosby,” you said as Brendan sat down in the chair across from you, a grin on his face.

“Alright, baby,” Sidney spoke. “I’ll let you get back to it. I love you, sweetheart.”

A weak smile crossed your face at his words, but you were certain you felt your heart splitting within your chest, the sting of missing him more painful today than most days.

“I love you, too,” you replied softly. “Call me after the game. And, hey, Sid?”

“Yeah?” Sid prompted.

You paused, knowing tears would likely be streaming down your cheeks if not for your friend and colleague seated on the other side of your desk.

“Congratulations,” you said solemnly. “I’m so proud of you.”

Your chest swelled at Sidney’s appreciative hum in response.

“Thank you, my love,” he said. “I’ll call you tonight. Bye.”

You said your own goodbye and dropped your phone to the oak desk, tipping your head back, emotionally exhausted.

Brendan gave you a sad smile. “You okay?” he asked quietly.

You heaved a deep breath, leaning forward to rest your elbows on your desk while rubbing at your temples.

“I guess so,” you began unconvincingly. “Just basically feeling like the worst girlfriend in the world today.”

Brendan offered an understanding nod, pausing before sitting straighter in his chair, sniffing casually. You’d known him for years now, since you started as an entry-level social media team member with the Leafs following your graduation from Pitt, before working your way to communications director three summers ago. The two of you had formed a near-instant bond, and now, you could read him like the back of your hand.

Which is how you knew he was up to something.

You folded your arms in front of you and narrowed your eyes at him.

“What?” was your only question.

Brendan couldn’t keep the smirk from his lips as he cleared his throat and reached into his inside suit jacket pocket for a stack of papers, folded together in thirds. He placed the parcel in front of you and nodded toward it, signaling you to open it.

Your eyes never leaving his, you reached for the papers and pulled them toward you. Your gaze eventually dropped to the stack and swiftly fell to the Air Canada logo printed in the upper corner. The breath left your lungs in a flash.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, looking back toward Brendan, who was now smiling widely.

“I might’ve,” he admitted.

You attempted to restrain your emotions, but your eyes burned with tears as you looked more carefully at the papers, scanning them furiously for more information.

Toronto (YYZ) to Pittsburgh (PIT) - First Class

Saturday, February 20, 2021 - Departs 1:38 p.m. EST

You shook your head repeatedly, blinking back the wetness that now blurred your vision.

“Brendan, I can’t-“

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he warned, pointing sternly at you. “Consider this an executive order. I already told the Pens staff you’d be there, and they’re emailing you over a pass. Family comes first here — you know that. That man is your family. You need to be with him tonight to celebrate.”

Tears fell freely down your cheeks now, and you quickly stood from your chair to round the desk and wrap your arms around Brendan’s neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered simply.

Brendan patted your back affectionately before you stepped back, standing up straight as you dabbed at the fallen tears on your cheeks.

“You’re welcome,” Brendan replied as he stood. “We’ll handle things here tonight, and we’ll see you back here for tomorrow night’s game, eh?”

You nodded furiously, a stupidly big smile on your face as you returned to your desk.

“Absolutely,” you confirmed. “And don’t worry — I’ll finish what I have going now and I’ll brief the interns before I go.”

Brendan nodded once and sent a wink your way as he neared the doorway.

“Please give Sidney my best, and congratulate him on behalf of us all,” Brendan requested. “He’s one hell of a player and one hell of a man. I’m glad I have the opportunity to know him better because of you.”

Overcome by emotion once again, you opened your mouth to respond, but decided against trusting your voice. You closed your mouth and nodded at Brendan one last time before he patted the doorpost and left you to finish your tasks at hand.

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“Shit, shit, shit,” you muttered upon realizing that traffic had stopped completely in the two blocks leading up Center Avenue to the arena.

You’d come through two airports in two countries, but the most vile threat to your seeing Sidney’s recognition ceremony was now two measly city blocks of Pittsburgh traffic.

Your Uber driver groaned. “Sorry, dear,” he said. “Looks like we’re gonna be backed up for a while.”

“Hey, it’s not your fault,” you assured, glancing at your phone to realize that it was already 6:42, giving you about ten minutes to get inside if you wanted to witness your the pregame festivities honoring your boyfriend.

You had only one option.

“You know what?” you began, unbuckling your seatbelt and reaching for your bag. “I’m just gonna run. Thank you so much for your time. I swear I’ll leave you a nice tip. ‘M sorry for leaving you stuck.”

You watched your driver’s eyes widen in the rearview mirror. “Miss, I don’t think that’s a good idea!” he tried to protest.

“Don’t worry,” you said. “I know my way. Again, thank you.”

With that, you jumped out of the car and set off toward the arena, walking briskly up the hill leading to the entrance. Your breath created small white puffs in the frigid air, and you pulled your coat around your waist more tightly, thankful that you had grabbed the woolen scarf hanging on the back of your office door at the last second before departing. You rushed up the sidewalk, burying the bottom half of your face within the warmth of the fabric, and retrieved your phone to pull up the pass that the Penguins’ front office had sent over earlier in the afternoon. You sighed in relief when you found it, and once more checked the time — 6:47.

You just might make it.

As you finally approached the arena doors, you made a beeline directly for the club level entrance, smiling when you saw a familiar face.

“Hi, Manny,” you said to your favorite arena attendant as he pushed the door open and welcomed you in from the cold.

“Well, look who it is!” Manny exclaimed, hugging you briefly. “I didn’t think you’d be here!”

“I didn’t either,” you panted, smiling. “But I made it.”

Manny patted your arm and looked toward his colleague.

“Joey, I’m gonna escort this young lady down to the tunnel so she can get a better view of tonight’s little event,” Manny said with a wink, pressing the button on the elevator in front of you.

“No, no, that’s okay,” you protested, shaking your head as he ushered you into the elevator. “Really, I can just go up to his suite and watch from there. I don’t need to go down to the tunnel.”

Manny laughed and shook his head, nodding to the elevator attendant. “I don’t think so, hun,” he chuckled. “Not on my watch. We’ll get you down there and give you an up-close view.”

You sighed, shrugging off your jacket and scarf and folding them over your arm.

“Thank you, Manny,” you said with a grateful smile. Manny nodded, just as the elevator doors opened to reveal the depths of the arena.

“Come on,” Manny motioned toward himself. “Give me your things, and you go.”

Acutely aware that the clock was really ticking now, you didn’t put up a fight and passed your belongings to Manny, who silently pointed toward the tunnel outside the home locker room, where you caught a glimpse the tail end of the line of Sidney’s teammates, with Geno bringing up the rear as the men made their way to their bench for the presentation.

At that moment, Geno happened to look to his right, spotting you immediately.

“You’re here!” he exclaimed, still walking behind his team. He threw his hands atop his head and laughed in disbelief. “Oh, my god, Sid will be so happy you’re here!”

You smiled at Geno’s excitement, nodding as he pumped his fist once before disappearing from sight.

As you reached the locker room doors, you took a deep breath, knowing that only one player was still behind them.

Sidney stepped out of the room, and you noted that his shoulders sagged slightly, his eyes downcast as he sighed softly, turning in the direction of the ice before pausing as the PA announcer started his introduction, rattling off Sid’s lengthy list of accomplishments.

You took that as your cue.

“Hi,” you uttered quietly.

His head whipping toward you, Sidney’s eyes found yours after the briefest of moments, wide and gleaming. He breathed your name; you only grinned.

In a heartbeat, he was in front of you, gathering your face in his hands as he kissed you feverishly.

When he eventually broke the kiss, he hurriedly whispered, “What are you doing here?”

You smiled, resting your hands on his shoulder pads. “Same thing everyone else is doing,” you answered. “Celebrating you.”

Sidney giggled incredulously. “God, I can’t believe you’re-“

“And now, please welcome to the ice, your captain-“

You shoved at Sidney’s chest with a gasp, pushing him toward the ice where the announcer’s voice echoed and the crowd roared.

“Go!” you shouted.

Sidney immediately reached for your hand, pulling you along as he passed the spot where you had planned to stand and watch, hidden from view.

“You’re coming with me,” Sidney said firmly even as you shook your head. He firmly nodded his own.

“Yes. My family’s out there already. Stand by them,” he instructed, eyes glimmering with joy.

Your ears began to ring — not just because of the crowd noise, but because of the intensity of it all. Parading you in front of the entire Penguins organization and 18,000 of his fans was not something Sidney took lightly, and you knew that. You’d been in attendance for milestone games before, sitting in the stands with his family, or with Mario in the suite. And, of course, you were aware that you’d been spotted in public by Sid’s side before — at dinner dates on Mount Washington and at bars on the North Shore — but this incredibly public gesture was something entirely new in your relationship with him. It was overwhelming, but somehow still felt right. And if Sid felt ready, then so did you. You’d do anything to make him smile the way he had when he first saw you tonight in the tunnel — especially on a night that was so sentimental, one that you’d look back on together for a lifetime.

And even if you had been hesitant, it didn’t much matter, because without a second to resist, you were walking out onto the unrolled carpet while Sidney skated alongside you, parallel to your path, as fans applauded. Troy, Trina, and Taylor were visibly stunned as they watched Sidney enter with you at his side. The crowd cheered Sidney louder and louder with each passing moment, and he waved and nodded in acknowledgement, while you reached the end of the carpet and were embraced by each of Sidney’s family members.

“When did you get here?!” Taylor asked through clenched teeth as she tried to remain composed, despite the signature Crosby laughter bubbling from her lips.

“Literally minutes ago,” you answered in the same manner as Trina murmured your name tearfully, shaking her head in astonishment.

Troy smiled warmly down at you, squeezing your shoulder.

“This is gonna mean the world to him,” Troy spoke softly.

You nodded in acknowledgement, incredibly thankful to be able to share in Sidney’s special moment next to the people who raised him.

When the crowd’s volume eventually faded enough for the PA announcer to begin the recognition, you still barely heard the words echoing from the loudspeakers. Instead, you focused on the man standing next to you — the one you’d loved since the day you met; the one who left you in awe each day, not because of his unmatched talent on the ice but because of the resolute goodness of his soul; the one who would, in time, surely be the person you decided to step away from your career for, to settle down beside, and to start a family with. Before him, you were sure that you would never slow down for long enough to get married and have children; after him, you thought about doing so every single day, and you were surprisingly thrilled by that very thought which used to send you into a panic.

This man meant so much to so many — this night was proof of that — but he meant the most to you, and you knew without a doubt that he would be the one with whom you built your forever.

But, for now, on this night, he continued his own building, that of his hockey legacy — a fairy-tale story that started in Cole Harbour, Nova Scotia, and continued more than a thousand miles away in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with a thousand chapters so far and much still to be written.

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“A little birdie told me you might be here this evening,” a distinct French-Canadian accented voice said softly as his fingers curled around your shoulders.

You snickered, finishing your sip of merlot, and turned to face Mario’s towering figure. You leaned into his chest and were immediately wrapped into a warm hug.

“Was that little birdie named Shanny by any chance?” you asked with a grin. Mario simply shrugged coyly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

“In all seriousness, sweetheart, I was so glad when I heard you were coming,” Mario said, his voice even and serious. “He wants to share it all with you, especially the big stuff, like this. I can’t imagine how happy he was when he saw you.”

You smiled, cognizant of the common sentiments coming from the two most influential men in Sidney’s life. You knew how much you meant to your boyfriend, but hearing that Sid let both Troy and Mario know the same brought a warmth deep within your chest.

“It was pretty incredible. I’m just so pleased that it worked out,” you said fondly. “I want to share it all with him, too.”

Mario nodded, squeezing your bicep softly.

“Come on,” he encouraged with a smirk, nodding toward the bar at the back of the suite. “Let’s get another drink and celebrate.”

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“What a night,” Sidney murmured warmly into the dim master suite, lighted only by a few candles on the end tables that you’d lit upon returning home, signaling that it was time for your and Sid’s own private celebration in the comfort of his home.

You hummed in acknowledgment, circling your fingertips on his bare chest.

“I’m so glad you were there,” he added, placing a kiss in your hair.

You smiled up at him and reached to peck his lips.

“Me too,” you said. “This day couldn’t have been more perfect.”

An ornery smile tugged at the corner’s of Sidney’s plump lips.

“You don’t think so?” he began, making you furrow your brow in question. Seeing your confusion, he added, “I can think of one thing that would make this day even better.”

Leaving you lying in his bed watching him, propped up on your elbows, Sidney pulled on his sweats at the foot of the bed and crossed the room to his chest of drawers, reaching into the top one, his fingers moving all the way toward the back of it.

And there, even in the darkness, you knew exactly what he’d retrieved.

You sat straight up, pulling the red velvet-shaded sheets around your bare form. Tears already formed in your eyes, and you covered your mouth in utter amazement as Sidney walked toward you with a look of determination and knelt at the side of the bed.

“Sidney,” you whispered, splaying your hand across your chest.

“I was gonna wait until you were here next weekend to do this, but I honestly can’t wait anymore,” Sid began, his serious expression giving way to a joyful one. “This day has been all about me, and don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful to be where I am in my career,” he continued. “But the whole day, knowing you weren’t going to be there, I just felt... empty inside. It felt like a waste. I was just plastering on a smile and saying all the right things, but in my heart, it just felt meaningless if you couldn’t be a part of it. That’s how every day feels when I can’t be beside you.”

You were sobbing unabashedly now, your hand resting on Sidney’s neck as you listened to him.

“And I know you love your work, and I would never dream of asking you to give that up. But someday, in the not-so-distant future, my days of playing hockey are going to come to an end. And the second that happens, I can promise you this — I’m going to come to wherever you are, just to be near you,” he spoke, his voice quivering just slightly as his emotions became evident. “Because someday, whether it’s ten years from now or five years or a month or tomorrow, I wanna marry you, baby. I want to spend the rest of my life with you by my side. So...”

Sidney cleared his throat and lifted the box he held so that you could see it, flipping open the top to reveal the loveliest marquis-cut halo diamond ring you had ever seen. Your breath caught in your throat, and before Sidney could ask the question, you let out a firm “yes!”

Sidney threw his head back in laughter — your favorite song.

“How do you know what I was gonna ask?” he teased, leaning closer to you with one brow quirked.

“Sorry,” you muttered halfheartedly. “Okay, okay. Ask me.”

Sidney beamed. “Sweetheart, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” you confirmed the second he finished the sentence, grabbing his face with both hands and kissing him urgently. Both of you smiled into the kiss and continued your embrace for several moments, parting only to stare at each other and giggle incredulously.

“I love you,” you whispered. “And trust me, it won’t be ten years or five years from now. I’ll be ready very, very soon. I promise,” you assured.

Sidney’s smile grew even wider, and you knew he was somewhat taken aback by your assertion.

“Really?” he asked, smoothing his hand over your hair. You nodded.

“Give me a season or two,” you replied. “I know I can always go back to it. But this... us... nothing is more important to me, Sid. I want to spend all of my days with you, too.”

With that, Sidney grasped your jaw and kissed you with a fervor that told of not only his passion for you but the relief he felt in hearing your statement.

“I love you,” he panted when he finally pulled his lips from yours. “Can I put the ring on you now?”

With a laugh, you joked, “Well, I suppose so.”

Sidney shook his head in amusement and pulled the ring from the box, sliding it onto your left hand. You wiggled your fingers and admired the perfect fit of the ring, not to mention its exceptional beauty.

“Wow,” you whispered, looking back to Sidney. You held the back of your hand up to him and teased, “A bunch of 1,000 game gifts and a fiancée all in one night. Not bad for you, eh?”

Sidney reached for your hand and left a long kiss on your knuckles.

“Not bad at all,” he answered earnestly.

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Your blog is so cute! I was wondering if it would be okay to request a fem!reader x Genos one shot or HC where reader is Saitama's younger sis & he asks Genos to pick her up at the train station & keep her busy for the day since he's trying to prepare for dinner. While reader and Genos are around town, there is a monster who attacks the city and Genos is fighting it, but loses. Reader steps in & defeats the monster with no problem. She smiles and acts like it's no big deal & helps patch Genos up

Aaa I loved writing this, the idea was so exciting! 😭💕 Genos deserves more love and appreciation 💕 I hope you like how this turned out and ty for the request! 💞💕

“As expected of master Saitama’s sibling”

Two canary yellow orbs meet your (e/c) ones as you look up from your phone.

You were waiting on the bench at the train station for your close friend to show up, and as soon as you saw the blond man you couldn’t help but smile.

You joyfully waved at him before you stood up to greet him with a warm hug, to which he smiled gently.

“I apologize for the wait,” he said, slowly letting go of you, “master Saitama thought it might be a good idea you and I spend some time in the city before we go eat dinner at home. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes of course! I’d love to spend the day with you,” you smiled at him and took his hand.

He’s lucky he doesn’t have the ability to blush, otherwise he’d constantly have to hide his face from your loving gestures. Nonetheless he could still feel his face heating up.

He smiled back and took hold of your hand as you two left the crowded train station. This wasn’t the first time you two went out, actually you’ve been dating for a while, and your feelings for each other were crystal clear. Genos being Genos, when Saitama first introduced you it took him a bit to warm up to you, but ever since he saw your true, loving side he couldn’t deny the butterflies in his stomach.

You were the only person he treated with similar respect as he did Saitama. He would constantly call you to make sure you’re doing ok, rant about his missions to you, go shopping with you, and well, any activity that you’d want, he’d be more than up for it.

The two of you decided to take a stroll around the city until dinner is ready, because surely it wouldn’t take your brother too long to make it. But even though you’re just walking around, the mood is calm and refreshing. You can always count on returning home satisfied after a walk with your Demon Cyborg.

You two came across a fountain, one where you’d always enjoy sitting and looking at it’s beautiful, modern decorations. You two sat next to it, as usual and began chatting about your day. Genos is all ears when you have anything to say, even if it’s just bland things you do routinely. However, the poor boy’s prone to losing focus on what you’re saying after a while because all he’s doing is staring at you, taking in your alluring features. He could get so into it and not even notice he’s been staring at you for 10 minutes. Such as now.

“Um, Genos..?” you give him a small, nervous wave and giggle.

“Oh, I apologize y/n!” he jolted, returning back to reality, “do not worry, I heard what you were talking about.” He added, somewhat bashfully.

“It’s alright!” you chuckled, but were cut off by an earsplitting roar from behind.

You quickly turned around, only to see a monster demolishing the buildings in it’s path. Genos already had his fighting stance and weapons ready.

“It looks like a threat level demon to me. Stay here, I’ll take care of it in a moment,” he added, but before you could say anything he already darted towards the threat.

He said it was just a level demon threat, but you couldn’t help but think otherwise. It looks like it’s even higher than demon, if not dragon. It always worried you how reckless and brash he could be, and this case wasn’t any different, so you quickly ran towards him so he wouldn’t get hurt.

The monster wasn’t colossal, it was the size of a smaller bus, but the aura it gave off was way more menacing, definitely not to be taken so lightly.

You were trying to locate the blond man but there was so much dust and debris flying around you had to protect the remaining defenseless citizens at the site first. All you could hear in the meanwhile was the constant, heavy sound of clashing metal and flesh.

And just as the dust cleared up you saw finally saw the cyborg, clearly taken damage from all the attacks, still taking a stance with his one remaining arm. It wasn’t about speed, or immense, raw power. During his encounters with Sonic and numerous monsters he gained way more of both during the last couple months. However, this opponent was different, it’s electromagnetic pulse made all types of machinery ineffective. It wasn’t even that overwhelming, but rather the worst match-up for any type of machinery whatsoever. Before Genos could make another move he was thrown into a wall by his foe, it’s four ghastly eyes now staring at you, murderous intent swarming in the air around it.

Just when Genos was about to step in again he was jolted by a loud ‘‘thump’’, as the monster dropped before him, you standing right behind it’s bleeding body. He stood there for a few moments, trying to process what had happened, his face frozen in confusion until you finally managed to approach him to see if he’s ok.

“Did you.. do that?” he asked, “what just happened?” he continued, still bewildered at the fact that the monster he had so much trouble with is now dead in front of you two.

“I uh, did it yes,” you chuckled nervously, now looking at his damaged body.

“How did you do it?” he asked somewhat loudly, not being able to comprehend you did that. He knew you were an excellent fighter, but he never really saw you in action like this. This feeling, it was like the first time he saw Saitama defeat Mosquito girl while he was laying on the ground, on the brink of death. It was a whirlpool of turmoil, shock and amazement.

“I just beat it’s ass, it was no problem really!” you laughed, “I guess it’s ability wasn’t a really good match for your cyborg counterparts, so please don’t blame yourself,” you added caringly.

He still stood there, unable to comprehend the situation in front of him, but snapped out of it as you took his hand.

“We should give Dr. Kuseno a visit before we go eat dinner, don’t you think?” you added light-heartedly, but you were serious about it, Genos’ state like this was making you worry after all.

“Right..” he answered, taking a good grip on your hand again, “thank you.”

You smiled again and placed a quick peck on his cheek as you started walking, to which he smiled softly.

“Well, what was I surprised for anyway, y/n is after all master Saitama’s sister.” He thought to himself, that smile not leaving his face.

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gofancyninjaworld · 4 years

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OPM Manga Chapter 134 Review: Twist

Sometimes, you just can’t give things a better title than the author.

Story

Let us lead in with some tasty, tasty salt. Last chapter, there were a lot of readers going ‘nooooo, it’s not right! No way Genos can be that strong!’ and making up all sorts of confabulations to convince themselves so. ONE’s like ‘You’re right. Genos is not that strong. He’s stronger.’ Last chapter, we thought that going blue dragon was the top secret, don’t use it on pain of death trump card that Genos brought. Oh no, that was just his party piece, the one he’d brought to immolate the cadre from on high in style. Now we got to see what that trump card actually was.

One moment, Psykos-Orochi is targeting Tatsumaki with their ultimate attack. The next moment, Genos is in front of her, opens himself up and launches a counter-attack so fast it’s like the beam’s frozen in place. And instead of being pushed back, it starts to drill right through the monster’s attack. Tatsumaki stares a moment -- who wouldn’t? -- and then she turns to the business at hand, getting every one of the strike team out. The joy on her face when she sees Fubuki safe and well, ah, that’s a fantastic gift!

Once they’re out, Tatsumaki can now turn 100% of her attention to the monster. And ho ho ho ho... but first, she catches Genos just as he starts to burn out and praises him. Praise from Tatsumaki? That’s unheard of. Then she drops him, because she is Queen Bitch Bastard after all and she has standards to uphold.

With a thought, Psykos-Orochi can no longer move. And then Tatsumaki starts to twist them, miming wringing out a wet rag with her hands. The monster, the battlefield, the whole entire damn city also start to twist! It’s a real I-See-It-But-I-Don’t-Believe-It moment. The roots that the monster has spread everywhere to drain people and any other life of their blood and empower it start fountaining vile geysers of blood. It’s crazy just how much of the city Orochi had been consuming... when the casualties are counted, who’s going to be left alive?

Speaking about people, there’s drama happening everywhere else. We see King gasping as he follows Tareo up the stairs of a very tall embankment -- only to have the embankment collapse and it turn into a set of down stairs. I have a feeling that they’re not going to be able to leave the area in the end.

We see the various members of the strike team collect themselves and look round for each other. Atomic’s face when he realises that Iaian isn’t among the disciples, Child Emperor when he calls out for Zombieman but only finds his transmitter, Darkshine a puddle of woe, heedless of what’s happening around him, all those are touching moments.

Further down below, Saitama is frantically trying to save Flashy Flash, who is insisting that he be careful, even though he’s literally being crushed to death. Ah, you have to love Flashy. Saitama is in a very bad mood now: he’s realised that his house is likely to be one of the casualties of all this shaking.

Saitama’s not having fun any more. It’s not going to be good for any monster on top when he surfaces.

Meta

There is a lot of spectacle this chapter, but yes too, there is drama at so many levels.

“Drowning within sight of shore”

Drowning within sight of shore is one of the saddest terms I know of -- to be literally just a few feet away, a few strokes away from safety, and yet, despite everything, you can’t make it. It’s a bit of a theme here on the battlefield. It described Tatsumaki when she was taking on Psykos-Orochi on her own: she had just too many things to do any one thing well and it was costing her dear. She could do everything, but not everything at once. It’d have described the strike team if Tatsumaki had been forced to focus on the monster to save herself. So close and yet so far -- ah, man, what a few more seconds of burn time to drill clean through the monster wouldn’t have done for Genos. What unifies all three cases is what saves one from drowning in sight of shore -- someone throwing you a lifeline. Those lifelines, that’s what Genos and Tatsumaki threw each other, it’s what made watching them work together so amazing.

This is why no one ever treats his threats to kill someone as an empty bluff: Demon Cyborg does exactly as he says he will. Shielding Tatsumaki so she could prioritise and focus, that’s exactly what he did. Genos, please, learn to take compliments. From others not named Saitama. For yourself.

The wave of frustration that’s going to hit him in a few moments is going to be so intense. I have a bad feeling that he’s going to get up and keep fighting as it’s not over yet.

Seeds of future pain

Bothersome is that it looks like Orochi and Psykos are being ripped apart like two different flavours of chewing gum, partially chewed and spat out. Disgusting. It’s also going to be troublesome.

And of course, the cadre are still at large. I now wonder how things are going to be now that all the heroes are up top first? This is going to be very interesting!

The art

The detail in this chapter. Oh. My. God. The detail. Listen, if you just flipped through the chapter for the people, you’re blind. You need a prescription. Get your best screen and go back and really LOOK again. Look at the exquisite detail and sense of scale that Murata has invested in every page, particularly the city, where he shows individual buildings, subdivisions, roads, wherever its called for so we’re always clear on what’s happening -- and who it’s costing dear. Then look at how every panel also tells a human story, whether it’s losing homes, friends, colleagues, sense of self, the emotion of it is there.

One-Punch Man is truly a passion project for Murata. These last few chapters aren’t just taking time because he’s redrawing other chapters. They’re taking time because he wants to get the import of what’s happening right just that badly. This story is a passion project. That also happens to make a lot of money. The best combination. Stuff like this doesn’t hit too often in life, please, go appreciate it some more.

#OPM #manga #review #Tatsumaki #Genos #Psykos #Orochi #cry the beloved city #what a fearful toll this is exacting

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cosmcther · 3 years

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Hi Your Majesty (OOC I think I'm doing this right), I write to you with an important issue regarding ♡♪!? - I found out about something personal and tragic that happened to him, that you know about, that apparently no one else does, and I am concerned for his welfare. (OOC: Not his writer, specifically ♡♪!? if I am understanding this RPing format correctly) Other stars could be going through what he did. I am a stranger to him but you are his mother; please speak to him. Thank you for your time.

A piece of grey parcel delivered to the woman drifting throughout the depths of space. Truly, not even close to the weirdest possibility the cosmos could through at one traversing its depths. Though the letter held within wasn’t as absurd as the delivery, no, not at all. It was well-written and informative, a familiar name and a familiar problem, kind-hearted in nature, and... greatly disturbing in actuality.

Sights flicked across the words time and time again, a small sigh escaping from the mouth as a pen and paper were procured, a response being written up.

‘Greetings and salutations, dear Anon. First and foremost, I must thank you outright for taking concern for my shining star Geno. Though I know there are many a caring eye looking out for him no matter where he decides to go, it brings an air of repose to see such thoughtful individuals actively reach out to me.

Yet second; I, too, find great worry in his well-being, that I must admit. For no soul in existence can worry more than a mother does for her child. Your points and knowledge, I do ask that you keep Geno’s affairs and afflictions only to those he, too, would want informed. A sense of privacy and self-made pacing can bring comfort, especially by one who has experienced a great and detrimental lack of agency throughout their life.

But you are correct in my previous understandings of these problems, as well as a possibility for these problems to now have spread from Geno and onto other celestial beings under the wings of the Star Spirits. Shall it alleviate any stress and or tension lining your brow, it is a frequent action of mine to head to the home of the Star Sprites and gift unto them what I had given Geno in the past. A reprieve from the cold and direct methods the Star Spirits find keen in conducting. A sort of window into the other side of life, if you will.

It is hard for those without any understanding of the misdeeds they have found themselves in the middle of to acknowledge how much they have been mistreated. To understand bad, one must view good.

My so-called meddling’ A bit of white-out across that line, a burbling burst of anger spilling across the paper instead of poise and grace. ‘Sadly, my visitations cannot take in every star about that Valley of theirs, for there is a system in place that would do more harm than good to shatter without a plan to fill the void afterward. Though I find it equally as important, if not more, to at the very least make it sure that the Stars of such Haven know genuine love and appreciation as much as they do direction and obedience.

And for Geno in specific, I have given that star enough talks to make the poor thing go deaf. I find my ways of assistance gain their strides better in actions instead of lectures, but that won’t stop me from giving Geno yet another speech for the road. That much is true. So, in short, I shall talk to him. Though please find further solace in the fact that I’ve been trying my best to help him in more ways than endless chatter. A life away from the hurt he’s endured for so long and a means to live a life normally can perhaps go further than words in many instances. But a conversation on top of all of that wouldn’t hurt either.

Again, I thank you for your present care in my son. May the Stars shine down upon you and your kind heart.

Rosalina Lavonne~’

#(IC.) ''Journeys throughout the cosmos.''#(ANSWERS.) ''May I lend a hand?''#sternenteile #Anonymous #((i want a future where rosalina and geno head back to star haven and the valley of star sprites #and create a push against the star spirits and their cold and archaic methods through being nice and loving towards the sprites))#((giving them a frame of reference as to how life Should be like instead of the falsified sliver the spirits force as law))#((because i dont think that a situation exactly like geno's has happened after his;#but the vibe of wanting to feel like people instead of cogs in a machine Has to be felt all throughout that society))#((there's no way it's just him))#((but bringing that latent desire for love to the surface by Giving It To Them is what rosalina does))#((pays visits to star valley; star road; star haven; what have you))#((and is just her maternal self))#((and eventually; maybe long long down the road; there'll be enough stars that go ''now hol' up we want that here too''))#((AAAAAANYWAYS thanks for sending this in like six BILLION years ago anon; i just wasnt in that Rosalina Mood for a bit))

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franeridart · 4 years

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Anon said: I love your cartoon mice! You could make a series out of them!

I could!! I’d love to!!!!!! If you guys would be interested in me posting more of the original/cartoonish animals-and-still-life stuff I doodle I wouldn’t mind sharing at all!!!

@notanerd579 said: hey! i’ve been a fan of yours for quite a while and i’ve had your post notifs on for some time. lately i noticed how quiet you’ve been so i looked up your page, and i somehow was no longer following you? i don’t know what happened, but i wanna make sure u know in case it’s happened to any of your other followers

Answering this publicly cause it seemed like you wanted me to, thank you so much! Both for following me again and for being worried it might have happened to someone else!! I hope not ;;;;

Anon said: your iidayama fusion... love him so much

Ohhhhhhhhhhh I’m glad, I loved that one concept probably the most out of every other one!

Anon said: Ahhh i love your art style so much!!!! Thank for all the good Kiribaku stuff my dude!!!❤❤

No anon thank you!!!!! 💕💕💕

Anon said: So, I’m just wondering what makes u ship Seromina? My friend only said that their shipped because there the only last two in the Bakusquad, ( Kiribaku, Kamijirou )

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH oh, okay! Actually I have no clue if that’s why other people ship them? It might be? It might also be that them being the last two out of the group made people consider the ship and then start actually enjoy the possibility of it? I don’t know! Personally SeroMina is one of the ships I’ve been shipping the longest (I’ve been on it since before starting to like kamijirou, actually!) and one of the only three ships in bnha I have a seriously hard time breaking up and shipping around (the other two being ochadeku and bakushima) so I’m reasonably sure my ending up liking them was an independent thought process and it wasn’t guided by shipping other things? But it’s been so long that I can’t really say why I first considered them as a possibility, so who knows, really! Might be, might not!

The reason why I’m still shipping it right now is that I find them highly compatible, that their interactions in canon give me life, and that I just find them extremely visually pleasing - I think I have a very specific way of shipping them? In my head? I have this story about them, or... an ideal way in which I like to think they might happen, and it makes me very happy and makes me feel very warm and it’s just, it’s ideal? To me, the possibility of Sero and Ashido ending up together would make for an ideal lovestory and relationship, it just gives me the fuzzies haha it’s like, you know, they’re very very good friends, and to me that’s the most solid base to start a relationship, and they’re comfortable with one another which is wonderful. They’re the same type of silly and extra and rowdy which is fun, and I’m very very stuck on the fact that when Ashido was talking about her future agency she just assumed Sero would be in it - she wants him in her future??? how cute is that!! he wasn’t the only one she mentioned so I’m not saying it’s “canon proof” or whatever, I just like that out of the squad the only one she assumed would be with her in the future is Sero, it’s soft I like it. And I like how she’s by canon called bright and shining and eyecatching and Sero’s by canon called plain, I like the possibilities in that, the feelings in that, but especially I like the idea of bright shining wonderful Ashido with her love for everything romantic and always in search of her own shining love story one day looking at Sero and realizing that she doesn’t want anyone else!! because he makes her laugh! he makes her happy! he makes her feel like she’s perfect the way she is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! with her loud laugh and childish sense of humor and overly-bright fashion sense, and I love love love the idea of Sero thinking her completely out of his league and never thinking anything could ever happen between them but like, not in a sad pining sort of way? more in a “she’s ideal and I know she’s out of my league so I’m not putting any thought in it but she ideal”, only for Ashido!!! to confess!!!!!!! To HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just thinking about it makes me feel all warm inside I’m talking too much okay I know I just love them So Much Hori please don’t pair them off with someone else I’ll cry a river

Anon said: Have you seen the newest BNHA chapter??

THIS WAS ABOUT THE KAMIJIROU ONE HELL YEAH I READ THE KAMIJIROU CHAPTER HOLY H E C K

Anon said: Kiribaku, am I right?

you’re So Right, anon

Anon said: first off, i LIVE for your art, it always makes me so happy to see the boys!! also i am impressed with the way you made sero's elbows look anatomically correct he is a Good boy but man is he hard to draw and u did that

THANK YOU!!!! I actually spent a whole lot of time trying to figure out a way to draw his elbows that made sense to me and most times I still struggle with it a lot but I’m super happy to hear the way I go about it makes sense to you!!

Anon said: I was just wondering if you were still into Haikyuu?

Hell yeah! Both following the new anime season and still following the manga!

Anon said: Blue, grey, cinnamon, periwinkle, mauve, blush, indigo, fuchsia, lavender, saffron, plum, sage, viridian, burgundy. Colors taken from mk-58

...............................anon I’m sorry I have no clue what this is about orz

Anon said: Hey there! I love your art so much! Would you ever consider drawing Genos from One Punch Man? He’s my friend’s favorite character and she would totally love it. If not, that’s ok whatever you’re comfortable with :)

Ahhhh I’m sorry anon but I don’t really make a habit of drawing OPM stuff ): I’m glad you like my style, though! Thank you!!

Anon said: IS THIS WHERE YOU'VE BEEN HIDING MY DEAR~?? I'VE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOOOOOOOOU~~~~~~~

I also don’t know what THIS is about!!!! is this a song I’m supposed to know because I feel like it is but it’s been weeks and my brain just isn’t cooperating!!!

Anon said: Not a question but I NEED you to know that your bokuroteru tattoo au comic gave me the biggest motivation to start writing again (albeit for bnha, instead of haikyuu) because it's just sooo good!! Their interaction, the way bokuro seem confident and comfortable even tho they're actually lame dorks who blush a lot, the way teru confessed to the two guys, their kisses //// just gahhh everything about your comic gave me the dokis. You're an inspiration

I’m so so so happy to hear that oh my god!!! (TTATT) the fact that that comic can still make people feel stuff means so much to me holy heck I’m gonna cry ;;;;;;;;;;;;;; 💕💕💕💕💕💕

Anon said: CAN WE HAVE MORE AKANE?? PLEASE I LOVE THAT CHILD TO DEATH!!!! I'm new to the blog so Idk if this would be a request but...I just really want some Akane...

I do wanna draw more of her!!!!!!!!! I just don’t have any ideas at all!!!!!!! I hope inspo will come back to me soon ;; meanwhile thank you so much for being interested in my little rude bean TT^TT

Anon said: !!! i just scrolled through my dash and saw some icon set post that had a a character i didn't recognize, but the image in the middle was familiar, and i realized it was your art ;; so i 1) was proud of myself for recognizing your style immediately and 2) asked op to take the post down since there was no credit and the image was edited. hope you have a lovely day! i got your back 💞

Thank you so much for looking out for me, anon!!!!!! 💕💕💕💕 you’re the best and I appreciate you A LOT

Anon said: OH MY GOD YOU DREW GALO AND LIO I JUST WATCHED PROMARE TODAY AND I THOUGHT "THEY LOOK FAMILIAR"

I have so many more ideas for those two!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’m not sure WHY I’m not drawing more, honestly!!!!! my hands lately haven’t been very cooperative orz

Anon said: Ok so Idk if I lowkey offended u with my last ask so IM SO SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME IT WAS A JOKE

NOT OFFENDED SORRY FOR THE WAY I WORDED THE ANSWER seriously I’m really sorry I was just kind of already beating myself up over the fact that I haven’t been posting enough so the answer ended up sounding like that because in my brain I was like yeah fran where IS the stuff!!!!! so, yeah. It was more on me than on you, I’m really sorry for that ;;

#fran answers #i kind of went off on that sero***mina ask didn't i #oops #sorry i talk a lot about the stuff im passionate about hahaha

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crosbymalkin871 · 4 years

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The Price of Love (1/?)

CHAPTER TITLE: All It Takes is One Huge Paycheck…

RATING: M PAIRINGS/CHARACTERS: E. Malkin/S. Crosby

CHAPTER WARNINGS/KINK: Alcohol, Foul Language, mentions of Prostitution, Mario Lemieux, vague allusions to Smut

AUTHOR’S NOTE: FINALLY! AFTER FOUR-FIVE MONTHS OF NO HOCKEY, THE LACK OF MOTIVATION, AND ME ACTUALLY NOT HAVING TO DEAL WITH A LOT OF STRESS, I’M FINALLY BACK!!!! Originally I wanted to post this the night of game 1, but shit happened and then I tried to post it before game 2, but y’all are getting it today! XD As a piece of compensation on my end, chapter 2 will be posted on Sunday evening. I promise, and if I don’t keep my word, bash me in the head with a hockey stick until I get a concussion.

Before you all begin reading, I just have to say thank you to everyone who has messaged me their excitement and their support throughout these difficult moments, it really means a lot. I also wish to extend my appreciation to 3 specific individuals: my friends @justinschultzy & @eafay70, and my dear Zhenya aka @cakemakethme (who will also be my Beta from chapter 2 or 3 onward). You three were the ones I continuously messaged updates on and your cheerleading was what ended up leading me to finishing this. So thank you very, very much! xxx

I have been wanting to write this fic for…gosh, maybe 2-3 years now and it’s finally being presented to all of you. I’m so excited for everyone to read it and to join me on this insane rollercoaster that is The Price of Love. With that all said and done I hope you all enjoy it, like and reblog, and I will (hopefully) post more sometime in the near future.

DISCLAIMER: I am not the owner of the Pittsburgh Penguins, or are associated with anyone in the NHL. I just have a very strong imagination.

A variety of noises ring out in Geno’s ears.

“Beer, over here!”

“Four sangrias for table three.”

“Vodka. Straight.”

“Whisky on the rocks.”

“Daiquiri. Make it a double.”

“Two champagne cocktails for table seven.”

Orders just keep coming and coming. He had been tossing and filling up a number of glasses and flutes for hours, sending them out left and right at the bar with almost no chance of having a small break in between. It was alright though, he grew used to it throughout his years of being one of the many favored bartenders at the Emperor Nightclub.

That, and he gets some real good money out of it, collecting all the large tips he gets whenever he cleans up the dirtied tables afterward.

With he and Tanger, his best friend and the other tender manning the bar, it feels like a marathon— albeit an easy one— to serve the feisty ladies and semi-agro men currently trying to take over the club.

The Emperor Nightclub is still up and running as the night starts to grow late. With a birthday bunch, a small group of ladies having a girl’s night, a married couple looking for a partner or two to join their bed (whether they were open or poly, Geno wasn’t sure), and college graduates dominating the patrons tonight along with the regulars— the nightclub roars as if it is New Year’s Eve in NYC instead of any other weekend in Pittsburgh.

No empty space could be seen on sight from where he was standing, with new patrons coming in the later part of the night, while the earlier patrons have made the decision to stay even after hours of partying and hollering.

Geno was given a small break as the crowd in front of the bar disperses, having been satisfied with the drinks they were given, taking whatever leftover bills he was given as a form of tip.

So far, it was a relatively good night for him.

Well…until a small, very familiar group came in, with the leader catching his eye like he usually does.

Being a bartender at a pretty famous nightclub in Pittsburgh, he sees a whole spectrum of people walking in and out of the nightclub’s doors: with some of them wanting to down tons and tons of alcohol that’ll make them black out until tomorrow afternoon, and others being on the prowl for someone to either take to their car, a nearby hotel, or even the nightclub’s bathroom.

One of them was about three or four, sometimes even more, prostitutes that are part of the latter category, but that doesn’t mean that they won’t take the time to chat with the bartenders, something that always brightened Geno’s night, especially when he was continuously swamped with drink orders…

…which is how Geno’s break ends: more people clamoring to the bar.

As of on cue, the moment that he continues to engage in dealing with patron’s drinks, the orders come rolling in even faster that he almost skipped a beat. From the corner of his eye, he could see the expression on Tanger’s face becoming more focused as his orders keep coming in with some extra flirting and touching from the patrons on his part.

He snorts at that. While Geno didn’t necessarily mind a customer or two coming up to flirt with him, he was never really interested in them, only responding back just to make their night a little bit better.

Out of all of his friends, it was Tanger that got the most attention from the patrons, with he following at a close second. It made sense because the French-Canadian looked like a supermodel. And himself? Well he wasn’t really sure if American people have a thing for foreigners like him, but he continuously gets complimented on his ability to wear a suit. So he considers that a plus.

His other friend, Dumo, tended to get third; primarily because he got a lot of attention from the college kids, either doing an insane number of shots or just randomly asking about his athletic abilities. Needless to say, it was very amusing to watch him wrack attention from the younger crowd. Though if anybody were to catch his eye, they should be aware of how damn good a cook he was.

The other two bartenders, Big Rig and Schultzy, also managed to garner themselves some attention from the patrons. Big Rig, for his height as he stood almost 7 feet tall (much taller than Geno), and Schultzy, for his happy-go-lucky personality. It was always something that made event the downiest of drinkers smile a little.

Even if he feels just a tad overwhelmed by the all of the drinks he has to quickly make, getting a glimpse of dark, curly black hair and a thick, white fur coat was enough to quell his nerves.

“You all need some additional help?”

A voice comes from Geno’s left side and it makes him jump a little (but not enough to make him mess up an order, which he has done before and has given the person who scared him a very stern talking to). He looks over to see who it was and finds Dumo standing there with his usual laid-back smile. Geno may or may not have breathed out a small sigh of relief at his arrival.

“Possibly, considering that G has been trying to catch a glimpse of Sid rather than seeing how much booze he’s pouring in.” Tanger smirks, placing at Geno teasingly.

Geno rolled his eyes and answered with a scoff. “Yeah. Like you not staring at Flower too, Tanger.” He feels a little vindication when seeing the French-Canadian man scowl in return. “But help always needed, Dumo. Things getting a bit out of hand and no one planning on going home soon.” Even though he knows he’ll get teased about it even more, his eyes couldn’t help wander off around the club, looking at all the excitement that is still going strong.

And again, seeing black curls and a white fur coat— Sid was his name— releases some of the tension in his shoulders.

“Alright then.” Dumo clapped his hands before he started to roll his sleeves of his button-up. “No one is really wanting drinks on my end of the bar, might as well waste time by giving you guys a hand.”

Neither Tanger or Geno responded to him as he already accepted his first round of orders from the loud frat boys and flighty sorority girls welcoming him, leaving the other two to tend the ones lining up at their respective corners.

Within the next minute or so, all three of them found themselves falling into a rhythm as they worked side-by-side, the drinks continuing to flow out and tips continuing to flow in. And with more patrons visiting the bar, come more even more orders and even more tips.

The extra pair of hands certainly help a lot in making the work feel a whole lot easier.

Dumo serves every patron that tries to start a conversation with him, listen to their problems in one ear while paying attention to orders in the other. He also subtly brushes off any flirty advances, but he does throw a smile here and a wink there to please all who are openly staring at him. He even does a little dance to the beat of the music as a little extra entertainment.

“Should’ve been a stripper, Dumo.” Tanger tells him as he stuffs some more bills into his pockets. “Missed the chance to be Magic Mike in Hollywood, but there’s still a chance here.”

Geno snorts as he slides a mint julep down the bar.

“Ha ha. Very funny, Tanger,” Dumo states unamused. “Can say the same about you too.”

Tanger just flips him off while Geno snorts again.

Eventually, the orders died down and the patrons scattered about. Dumo returned to the other bar on the opposite side of the room with Schultzy and Big Rig, while Tanger cleaned up any spilled alcohol left on the bar top.

Geno, meanwhile, began pouring more cocktails, glasses of wine, and laying more beer bottles onto a tray; but these were for any of the people hugging their half-full drinks, or for the tables that were littered with empty glasses and lime wedges.

No. This tray of drinks are for a certain group that he had noticed earlier.

Carefully, yet a little giddily, he manages to carry the tray single-handedly, and without spilling a single drop of liquor, all the way to a very specific table within the Emperor Nightclub.

As he walks closer and closer, the wild pacing of his heartbeat grows more and more. When he finally reaches the table, standing behind the object of his secret affections, he quietly gulps and places a gentle hand on his fur-covered shoulder.

The man stops whatever he was doing and turns around to look at him. And Geno swears he could feel his breath escaping his lungs and his rapidly-beating heart stopping.

Aside from their beautiful curly hair, the man also had the prettiest brown eyes and the biggest, most kissable lips imaginable (not that the bartender would ever admit that to him). He also had on an outfit that was not afraid to show off his…well, assets; outside of the white fur coat, he wore a white crop top with a red maple leaf on it, black leather shorts that magically fits his ass, and past those long, thick legs were a pair of black stripped high-heels that decorated his feet.

Sid smiles kindly at him, his teeth showing behind those glossed lips. “Hi, Geno.” he calls in his deep yet sweet-sounding voice. It didn’t sound flirtatious or seductive, which is normally how he talked to his clients, with the bartender, he always sounded genuine and pleasantly happy to see him serving drinks to him and his friends.

Geno nervously smiled back. “H-Hey, Sid,” he replies, silently curing himself for stammering in front of a prostitute who he may or may not have a big crush on. “Flower, Segway, Mitch,” he also greeted, who were all looking at him before he grabbed Sid’s attention. He began setting down the cocktails, wine, and beer. “Here are usual orders.”

The three other men accepted their drinks: a margarita, a beer, and a glass of white wine, respectively.

Still smiling, Sid happily accepted his cosmopolitan, plucking a strawberry off the skewer that was resting atop the martini glass. “Thanks, G,” he says before popping the mini strawberry into his mouth. “I know everyone has their favorite bartenders, but I still say you make the best cocktails.”

Hearing that from Sid (and watching him eat a simple piece of fruit) was enough to bring a blush and a dumbstruck smile to Geno’s face. “H-Heh…Thanks, Sid.”

Sid nods, eyes shining with a glint of something as he takes a sip of his cocktail.

It was a small moment or two of awkward (on the bartender’s part at least) silence before he coughed. “I, uhm, I’m best get back to work, so…bye.” With that, he quickly flees back to the bar.

(As he did so, he heard the soft giggles coming from Sid, but he failed to see him lightly admonish his friends as they smirked at the obvious crush the bartender had.)

After that little incident, Geno spent the rest of the night catering to any other patron that walked up and asked for— or sloppily demanded— drinks. Whenever he had a spare moment or two, he would glance up at table eight, watching the small group of friends chatting, laughing, and attempting to flirt with some of the other patrons that would stop by their table.

Part of Geno’s heart crumbled whenever he saw Sid respond to some of the men’s flirtatious mannerisms, whether it be throwing out seductive words, or a teasing touch, or even a tickle of breath or the faint press of lips.

He knows Sid isn’t tied down to someone. Why would he, the man was a prostitute after all. But that didn’t mean watching him act like that with others didn’t hurt.

From the moment he first met Sid, back when they were teenagers to young adults and Geno had just started working at the Emperor Nightclub, he always harbored secretly feelings for the young Canadian. He remembered the first time he ever plucked up the courage to speak to him and slide him a cocktail: one of his first attempts at a watermelon cooler, too easy of a drink to mess up on.

It was a bit strong on the booze and not fruity enough, but Sid didn’t tell him that. He just smiled and thanked him in a voice that oozed sensuality and charm, throwing in a wink for good measure. When he saw how awkwardly the bartender responded to it— by stammering and not completely picking up the subtle cue— he dropped the act, apologizing for making him feel awkward. To which Geno has to apologize as well, because he didn’t meant to make the moment awkward, he just wasn’t good at responding to someone who was cute like him.

That made Sid pause and blush, looking away from the bartender for a split second before gazing back up at him, a gentle smile on his face. This caused Geno to smile back, the both of them feeling a bit more relaxed than before. When the awkwardness of it all faded away, the two of them began to chat during the bartender’s break, or whenever he would get a breather from serving. In those small conversations, he realized that the flirty prostitute was actually…very dorky.

A dorky man who had a passion for history, craved mozzarella sticks and cheesecake, and had a strong affinity for sports just like he once did. And he had the goofiest laugh Geno had ever heard and thought it adorable. Seeing this, Sid’s true colors was what made him slowly start to fall in love.

But deep down, he knew that Sid would never feel the same about him. To him, it was fairly certain that he would get rejected upon confessing his feelings. So, in every encounter the two had after that, Geno would simply swallow his feelings and allowed Sid to flirt and be affectionate with other men that weren’t him.

They were just friends, nothing more.

(Although he can’t help but secretly wish for that to change one day).

Geno sighed sadly and began to untie his apron, ready to go into the staff room and change back into his regular clothes when Tanger tapped him on the shoulder. He looked over at him, ready to tie his apron back on, when he sees him pointing to the stairs near the back of the nightclub.

Coming down the stairs was owner Mario Lemieux.

He turned back to Tanger, brow raised. “So? He does that a lot.”

“Yeah he makes his rounds like he usually does, but does he ever personally come to us for anything? Usually it’s Jen that does it for him.” Tanger points out as they see Mario making his way over to the bar areas.

Geno hummed. He had a fair point, usually it was Jen, Mario’s personal assistant, that went and searched for them whenever he needed to have a conversation with them. In any other instance, the bartender would not hesitate to flee whenever he could, but she would usually find him in the end.

But Mario himself coming out to talk to one— or maybe all of them— was highly unusual.

It was even more unusual when he realizes that Mario coming towards him. He didn’t know whether he should run, or accept whatever was going to be handed to him.

Still tying his apron back on just in case, he meets Mario halfway: near the dance floor but not that far from the tables.

“Ah, Geno,” he says as the bartender comes up to him. “I was just coming to talk to you.”

“Need me to stay extra hours?” he asked, seconds away from letting out a tired sigh. He doesn’t like the idea of staying later than 1 or 2 AM on most days, but if the boss says so, he’ll make an exception.

“No, actually,” Mario shakes head making Geno confused. “I wanted to give you something.” He hands the bartender an envelope.

Taking it, Geno still looked confused as to what it was until he opened it, then his eyes widened in shock.

“Boss, are you— Are you serious?!” he exclaimed as he looked between the envelope in his hand, then back at Mario.

“It’s just little bonus, if you will, for being one of my best workers.”

“This more than bonus and you know it!”

Mario placated him by resting a hand on his shoulder. “As I said, you deserve it,” he reassured. “I know it’s more than what you normally make, and more than the other bonuses I give, but there’s nothing wrong with giving a little bit more to hard workers like you.”

Geno gazed back down at the envelope. Inside was a bonus check of over $10,000.

“But—”

“No buts.” Mario tells him seriously. “I mean it. You’ve been very dedicated to your work from the beginning, even if you were completely new to it. But you quickly improved over time and became a favorite amongst The Emperor’s patrons. It’s not hard to see why, Geno. So, go on, take the extra bonus. Do whatever you want with it, a gift from me to you.”

With that, he gave the bartender a pat on the back before heading back upstairs to his office.

The whole time, Geno’s eyes never left the check.

It was a large amount of money. In fact, it was double than what he normally makes for a bonus: $5000 at most, but if his boss said that he deserved it…well, who was he to deny himself a paycheck like this.

Finally, his eyes left the large sum of money, trailing back to the beautiful prostitute that was still sitting at table eight.

Maybe…maybe his chance had finally come. He may not be able to have a proper relationship with Sid, but he could at least spend one magical night with him, for however long he could make it.

He didn’t know what Sid charged for his services, but he hoped ten thousand dollars was enough to satisfy him (he was sure that it was, he was just being really nervous about confronting him).

Gulping, the bartender slowly— and anxiously— makes his way back to table eight. Along the way, he tries to remember all of the fancy restaurants that are in Pittsburgh, and there are quiet a number of them within the city and the surrounding area.

There was the Altius that has an amazing view of the city… the Monterey Bay Fish Grotto is one of the most famous restaurants… LeMont has been around for decades and is still highly regarded… most of the locals would know about the Grand Concourse… since he liked boats, one of the Gateway Clipper’s Dining Cruises would be nice…

Maybe the Hyeholde since it almost be like dining at a castle… the Carlton has a lot of national recognition… Bravo! Italian Kitchen has a good menu and they do have creme brûlée...

Or…he may just happen to like the Cheesecake Factory instead.

Before he could even make a final decision on what he was going to say, he was standing right in front of Sid (or behind, since his back was turned to him). Luckily for him, his other friends were either out on the dance floor or chatting up the other bartenders; maybe they were in the back lounges, but Geno doesn’t really care, he needed to focus on his main objective right now: gaining Sid’s attention, even if it was for one night.

Reaching a hand out, he hesitates for a split second before he decides to gently tap Sid on the shoulders.

The prostitute turned around to see who was standing behind him again, smiling when he realized who it was. “Hey, G. What’s up?” he asks curiously while he licks something sticky off his fingers.

Geno stared for a hot minute before quickly snapping out of it. “U-Uhm—!” He blushed and scratched the back of his head. “I-I want you to know that Mario gave me big bonus just now…”

Sid smiled wider at that. “That’s great, G! How much of a bonus was it? The usual 5k?”

He shook his head, looking away shyly. “No…gave me double that.”

Brown eyes widened as he exclaimed, “Wait. He gave you $10,000?!”

Geno nodded, showing him the envelop with the check in it. “Yeah, and uhm…was wondering if…” He blushed darker, still keeping his eyes away from Sid.

The prostitute was looking at him with concern now. “If uhm…You want to spend a night with me…?”

Sid stayed silent for the longest time, staring blankly at the bartender as he processed what he just asked him. “Geno, are you— Are you asking me to…service you?”

“Yes. I mean, no! Argh!” The bartender shook his head, feeling more embarrassed and stupid now. “What I’m mean is…I take you to fancy restaurant, maybe do shopping, and…” The blush on his face grew darker. “I-If you wanted, we can go to hotel and… you serve me.”

A blush now came to the prostitute’s face. “O-Oh…”

Geno makes a flustered noise, still not looking Sid.

“I don’t— I-I don’t charge that much for a night's service, Geno,’ he tells the bartender with a shy voice. “Y-You can’t spend 10 grand on me in one night…”

“I-I’m know,” he nods. “But I’m try.”

Sid’s blush grew darker as he now looked away from the bartender. Neither one of them really knew what to say after that, the moment growing tenser and more awkward by the second.

Eventually, the prostitute was the one to speak first. “E-Even if you can’t spend all that money on me…it’d be nice to spend a night with you.”

Geno’s head snaps back to Sid, his own dark brown eyes widened at what he said. “R-Really?”

A small smile came to the prostitute’s face as he nodded. “Yeah,” he admits shyly, now looking back at the bartender. “I really do.”

He’s never admitted this to him, but he’s had a crush on Geno for a very long time now, ever since they met as teenagers in this very nightclub. He always thought the bartender would never want to be in a relationship with him because of what he does, but after hearing what he just said to him, he might actually have a chance to see if they would really work out.

“Uhm, great!” Geno exclaims with a grin.

Sid smiles a little more. “Did you have a particular restaurant in mind?”

The bartender pondered on the choices he thought about earlier before finally making a decision. “Altius?” he asks. “Is on Grandview Avenue and have good view of skyline.”

“Sounds great,” Sid nods in approval. “Maybe we could stop by the Cheesecake Factory afterwards. I haven’t had any in a long time and I’m overdue for a craving.”

“I figure you say that,” Geno chuckled. “Had that in back of mind in case you say no.”

An embarrassed giggle managed to escape the prostitute’s lips. “I guess I make my love of cheesecake very obvious, eh?”

“You do, but is okay,” Geno reassures. “I like that about you.”

Another giggle, this time, one that was more airy and a little bit giddy-sounding. “So, when did you want to do this? Tomorrow night?”

“We can do that,” he nods. “I take night off.”

“Are you Mario would allow that?” Sid raises a teasing brow at him. “I mean, he did just give you a big bonus. He may change his mind when he hears you taking a day off.”

Geno waved at him nonchalantly. “Eh. He not mind.” he tells him. “Besides, be nice to get away from club for one night. And I spending night with you, so is good reason.” He lightly smirked at him.

Sid’s blush couldn’t get any redder, but it manages to with the bartender’s words. Just then a waiter came by and served him another drink, this time, a vibrant sunrise cocktail.

He takes the drink with a nod and a slight smirk before the waiter walks away. He takes a sip before turning back to Geno, his smirk growing in seductiveness. “So,” he starts before licking his lips, a little cayenne salt sticking to them. “Will I be seeing you tomorrow night?”

The bartender gulped and managed to nod, trying to keep his dirty thoughts at bay. “Yeah…see you tomorrow night.”

#SidGeno #Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin #otp: we grew up together here #hockey rpf #my hockey fanfiction #mpreg tw #The Price of Love

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Posting my first chapter onto here!!

Yes, I AM kyedrinkscola from Wattpad. I mainly draw, but on here I’ll focus on writing.

Also, if you’ve read the latest chapters, you KNOW that Ink isn’t a goody two shoes.

Error's PoV:

I don't care anymore. I've been beaten down so many times, what does it matter? According to the voices, however, it DOES matter.

"You lazy son of a bitch."

"Get up! Stop complaining!"

"You need to destroy the AU's, Error! Now get the fuck up!"

"Guys, please-"

"SHUT UP, ANON. HE CLEARLY DOESN'T DESERVE PITY. HE'S USELESS."

Tears run down my face silently, as I listen to this massacre in my head. I sigh eventually, getting up. I might as well destroy a world. I crack my knuckles, trembling slightly. Ink was definitely going to try and kill me.

I teleport to Underfell copy 279. I'm so sick of killing. I'm so sick of destroying.

I hate myself down to the core of my being.

I start from the Ruins. I'm barely in the Judgement Hall when I hear an unholy scream behind me.

"GrEAt, it'S inK," I whisper to myself. He looks extremely pissed off when I turn around. "WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM?!" Ink screams. "YOU ALWAYS DESTROY MY CREATIONS, ERROR! I'M SICK OF IT! I'M SICK OF YOU!"

I sigh, broken inside. This will be one hell of a fight. I refuse to initiate the fight, however. I'm not a sadist, nor a masochist. I just wanted Ink to stop creating, and understand the Balance.

He swings his stupid paintbrush at me with the look of pure murder. I dodge, my face emotionless. At this rate, I'm going to be suffering at the end.

He growls, trying to swing at me again. I tie him up with my strings, squeezing his body a bit harder than intended. He yelps, pain flashing his face.

I sigh. "BUdDY. CaN i exPLaIN wHY i dEStrOy??" He glares at me. "You're just going to say the same damn answer. 'There's a balance, and you're ruining it.' Am I right?"

My breathing hitches. Dread flashed across my face for a fraction of a second, and he sees it, smirking. "I knew it. You're faking your emotions. I knew you were emotionless!"

Wait... what? Confusion apparently stays on my face, so he chuckles. "Damn, okay. Faking your frowns too? Listen, BUDDY. I create, you destroy. You're a piece of garbage, and I hope you die."

I feel tears swimming in my eye sockets. He just laughs. "I'm getting to ya, huh? Yeah, that's right. Grow up, piece of trash, I can't babysit."

I feel like I'm going to call out for help. For death.

But nobody would come, right? So I just pull up the console. I notice Ink's expression go from glee to utter panic. "WAIT! ERROR, PLEASE DON'T DESTROY THIS WORLD! I WORKED SO HARD ON IT-"

I destroy the world, and dump us into separate portals. I don't care if he worked his ass off to make it. I still need to destroy, or the Balance will come undone.

I start crying and muttering to myself in the AntiVoid. Little did I know... I was gonna have a really bad time in a few hours.

Ink's PoV:

I scream loudly the moment I reach my new destination. Apparently the idiot dropped me off in front of my house, because Dream and Blueberry immediately ran to open the door, comforting me.

Tears of sadness and anger roll down my cheeks. WHY? WHY WOULD HE DO THIS? DOES HE NOT KNOW IT CAUSES ME PHYSICAL PAIN WHEN HE ATTACKS AND DESTROYS?!

Of course he wouldn't. I never told him, because then he'd destroy until I died. "Balance", what an excuse. He just wants to kill and kill and kill. I hate him.

So why do I feel guilty? Why do I hate myself, too? I don't understand. I'll never understand.

Me and the Star Sanses decide for make a meeting. There, we and the other Sanses and Papyruses decide we've had enough of Error. We make a plan to ambush and kill him, once and for all. He'll finally stop ruining everything. He'll stop ranting about the "Balance".

I create a blank AU, nothing in it. Time to wait.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Finally, he arrives. I start my usual spiel about how he can give up, and become allies, and stop destroying.

He looks genuinely sad for 2 minutes, contemplating. He frowns. I know he's going to say no, I can feel it.

"I'm really sorry Ink," he says with no glitches. I'm genuinely shocked for a second, especially at how he sounds and how vulnerable he's acting. "But I can't. The Balance-"

I immediately cut him off. Fuck the Balance. Fuck whatever the hell kind of spiel he was gonna make. We're gonna kill him and he'll pay for this utter and complete chaos.

I snap my fingers. Immediately, Sanses and Papyruses race out of my portals. Error looks utterly terrified as I smirk. We attack.

He looks so scared, how fucking weak is this guy? But why do I still feel so guilty?

We break him down until he's barely recognizable. He's so bloodied up and bruised that only his ripped clothes give him away as Error.

I grin wildly. Finally, to kill him. But as I walk towards him, he whimpers and tries to pull himself away from me. Is he.... crying?

"P1EaS3!! ST0P!! I H4t3 MYSelF EN0UGH ALR34DY!!" Error cries out. I stop suddenly.

He... hates himself?

Is he... depressed...?

Holy fuck. I think I attacked him so much, he became depressed. He cries and sobs, curling up into a ball on the floor. How could I do this, even to HIM?

I finally CHECK him, my breathing hitching when I see his stats for the first time. Everyone is silent as I start crying.

"E7R0r S4nS - ATK 28$:8;692, DEF 0

The Forced God of Destruction; made to suffer and cry at the hands of Fate herself.

Fate's second creation, the first being The God of Creation, Ink. Torn from his AU and tortured, he was forced into a duty that he despises with all of his soul. Now, he's severely traumatized and depressed, as he destroys AU's to keep the Balance intact.

Isn't it funny, how because Ink was too selfish to stop his first creation spree, a Sans was torn from an AU, and forced to become a killer? Isn't it funny, how because Ink was so selfish and cruel and disgusting, he destroyed the remainder of his sanity?

Isn't it funny, how much Geno!Sans, the original one suffered, getting pulled from his own AU, becoming THIS?"

I start sobbing. This is Geno!Sans? The very first one I made?! Oh my stars, what the fuck have I done?! How could I not know there was a Balance?!

Error's PoV:

I hear loud sobbing in front of me as someone reads my soul's CHECK box. Is Ink finally realizing that there's a Balance?

I look up, wincing. Yep, it's Ink. Everything is out of focus, blurry, and I have to squint, but it's definitely Ink. Oh stars.

I summon a portal with the last of my magic, falling through it. I lay on the ground, finally sobbing and crying.

The voices just amplify my agony. I can't take this, after an hour of sobbing.

"I HATE MYSELF!" I scream, no glitches. "I HATE EVERY BONE OF MY BODY! I HATE EVERY MOMENT I LIVE! WHY?! WHY AM I BEING FORCED TO KILL INNOCENT PEOPLE?!"

I don't even notice that the Star Sanses are watching me break down. I don't even notice that Ink's eye lights aren't there.

"FUCK IT! I'M GOING TO KILL MYSELF! MAYBE THAT'LL TEACH THEM THAT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS ANYMORE! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL APPRECIATE ME! MAYBE THEN THEY'LL REALIZE THERES A FUCKIN BALANCE TO THE MULTIVERSE!" I scream.

I start sobbing again. I know I have to jump into the Void to truly die. I really, truly despise myself.

Ink finally speaks. "Error."

I freeze. He's in here with me? How much did he hear? Does he even really care? Will he just mock me?

He looks so morbidly sad. I shiver. What does he care about, it's not like he'll give a damn if I'm gone.

"I CHECKed your soul. I know your real name, Error. I know your backstory. I know how much you're suffering," he says.

I start sobbing again. He knows who I am?! That much was in my CHECK box?! Stuff even I don't know about?!

He sighs. "Don't kill yourself. Please. If what I'm thinking is right, if you die, the whole multiverse will die too."

Is that the only reason he cares?

"No, that's not the only reason I give a damn. I'll be stuck in a state of depression. The only person I've ever hurt, dead because I'm a terrible person. I... I really am an idiot."

"Shut up," I mumble. My voice cracks. He frowns, tearing up. "Error, please," Ink whispers.

I start laughing and crying. Nobody would actually care. I immediately create and jump into a portal, landing in Outertale.

I sigh, crying still. Nobody dares to talk to me as I approach the end of a cliff. Not until Ink finds me a few steps away from the edge.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" Ink yells, his voice cracking slightly with agony. I'm surprised that he even found me.

Ink's PoV:

I find Error a few steps away from the Void cliff. My breathing stops for a second until I yell.

"ERROR! GET AWAY FROM THE VOID!" My voice cracks a little, and I tremble with sorrow. Error, don't kill yourself...

He stops, turning around and donning the most shaky grin I've ever seen. "S-shut up, i-ink blot. I-i'm doing i-it, and you can't s-stop me." My face falls.

"Error," I say sadly. "Get away from the Void." He just grins wider, but it's still shaking. "Goodbye, Inky." Wait- does he love me-?

"WAIT-!" I yell, and then he walks off the edge. My tears erupt from my eye sockets. I immediately run quickly to the edge, holding his stupid hand down. He looks shocked.

He smiles. "Ink, let go of my hand. I need to die." "N-no, please don't let g-go," I mumble, my tears running down my cheeks quickly.

I start sobbing. I don't want him to die. I start pulling him up from the Void. "Ink, please," he whispers. I pull him up completely, and he collides into me, knocking us down.

Shit. We're in a really awkward position now. I push him off, careful to not make him fall back into the Void. I'm probably a deep rainbow color.

"N-never do that again, you fucking i-idiot," I mumble. He freezes when I call him an idiot, fuck, I did something wrong again. "S-sorry! I didn't mean to insult you!" You did a complete 180 from how you were acting a few hours ago.

"... Ink."

"Y-yeah?" I mumble, still probably a rainbow color. "Why are you acting weird? Usually you're violent." I freeze completely. What do I say, 'Oh I saw your CHECK box so now I'm really concerned and possibly love you?' Hell no!

"Uhhh... I'm just.. I got concerned about you when I had read the CHECK box."

His face looks so blank. God, weird. "Ink, you care about me, right?"

I say yes. Of course I do! He starts crying again, apparently never having anyone to care about him. I pat his back lightly, already knowing about his haphephobia. He glitches a bit, but besides that, he's fine with it.

Stars, I feel so bad about doing this. He probably hates me. I wouldn't be mad if he did.

Then he hugs me. My face warms up drastically, and it's all I can take not to get him off. He mumbles something into the side of my torso. I don't even wanna ask what he said, he obviously doesn't wanna say.

He looks up, blushing a deep yellow. "S-sorry..." he mumbles. I think of something, my eyes widening.

"Error, can we make a truce?"

#undertale #undertale au #error sans #ink sans #errorink #erroink #fgod #forced god of destruction #fgod error #harrish6 #sans #sans undertale #abuse #attempted suicide #kyedrinkscola #wattpad writings #gitc #glitch in the code

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