#cause i love his potential but he himself infuriates me

[mayia-rat]

Once i rewatch Legend of Korra so i have accurate info other than my memory so i can rewrite some of the characters it’s OVER for you people

#if you have a suggestion id love to hear it #mostly doing this so i can rewrite Mako #cause i love his potential but he himself infuriates me #they all could use some work #except korra my BABY❤️❤️❤️ #the queen of my heart #legen of korra #the legend of korra #avatar #ATLA #avatar the last airbender #korra #asami #korrasami

[tiredfox64]

Hi! How are you? First of all, I love your way of writing, it's amazing! I wish I had that magic that you have. UwU <3 Can I ask you to write a Bi-Han x Chubby!Afab!Reader? Where the reader is Liu Kang's apprentice, but since he does not have time to train her, he takes her to Bi-Han and he mocks her for not seeming strong, but when they face each other, things change and for the first time Bi-Han meets He is attracted to her and wants her for himself. But the reader feels insecure, thinking that this was some kind of mockery. There can be a lot of fluff and a possessive Bi-Han. Please :3

Thick Thighs Can Change Lives

Prior notes: Hoi!! I’m doin fine just trying to finish the semester strong. How bout you? And thank you for liking my writing! (´・ω・｀)

Pairing: Bi-Han x Chubby! Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: KICK HIS ASS!!! AHHHH

It’s an honor to be an apprentice to Lord Liu Kang. He treats you well and always saw potential in you no matter what. Your body did not change the fact that you had a fighting spirit. There was strength in you that was hidden. Though others will doubt you they will eventually find out the truth that you are mighty.

If only Bi-Han saw that from the beginning.

You were unsure of Liu Kang’s decision to send you to the Lin Kuei for more training. He apologized profusely for not having enough time to do it himself. You understood since there were many others that he had to train. He trusted Bi-Han to take good care of you during your stay. If only the first interaction was good.

“This is the woman? Are you sure she is capable of fighting?” Bi-Han looked you up and down with a look of uncertainty.

“Trust me, Bi-Han. She is more than capable. There is a reason why she is my apprentice. Do not judge, lest ye be judged.” And he means it.

Bi-Han grumbled at Liu Kang’s response. He thinks the god is foolish for taking you in. You have proportions he hadn’t seen before on a warrior. He expects abs and flat stomachs, not chubby bellies. He circled you, checking you out from all angles and not in a good way. He pokes you to check for any muscles. You keep hearing a disappointed sigh.

“If this task is too hard for you, Bi-Han, I can always have the monks at the Wu Shi train her.”

Liu Kang’s words infuriated Bi-Han. He makes it sound like he can’t train you himself. That this task is impossible for a man like him. Forget it, he’ll take you in.

“No, I will take her in. She will be better than before. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and yanked you before you could even say goodbye to Liu Kang.

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There were many in the Lin Kuei who questioned their grandmaster’s decisions. You were not like them, that was evident.

He didn’t even work with you at first. After about two days you had to go up to him to ask if he was actually going to train you or not. Clearly it’s not that he’s into training other cause when you found him he was watching all the other Lin Kuei assassins train.

“Grandmaster, when are you going to train me? I thought that was the reason Lord Liu Kang brought me to you.” You reminded him of his purpose.

He groaned as he remembered that you were still here. If he’s going to train he will do it separate from the clan.

“Fine, come with me.”

You followed him to a secluded area of the temple. Your heart was pumping. You were excited to show that you are capable of anything but afraid of failing. Liu Kang’s words echoed in your head telling you to focus on your actions, not the outcome. Give it your best shot and kick his butt!

“Show me what you are capable of. I hope you can show me that you are a worth opponent.” He sounded like he already had little faith in you.

From the start of the fight you were already proving him wrong. You were blocking every attack. Bi-Han was going easy on you for now but seeing as you could at least defend yourself he was hoping you would attack soon.

Hell, you were even dodging his ice attacks. He couldn’t even freeze one of your legs in place. Looks like he was wrong to think that you would be an easier target to hit.

Throughout it all you watched as he grew more and more frustrated. He set the bar too low and seeing that he was wrong was the worst thing he could have expected. Though your special move was probably way worse than having his ego be tampered with.

You finally attacked him. A palm strike to the jaw caused him to fall back. Before he could comprehend what you just did and get himself up you were already above him. You pressed down on him which put one of his legs in an uncomfortable position. You pinned his arm down before swinging your right leg behind his head. With all your strength you managed to flip both of you before locking his head in with your legs. And there you have it, you got him in a triangle choke.

This was just humiliating for Bi-Han. He didn’t think it was possible to lose to you. You had him right when you wanted him. Your legs made him feel like he was being squeezed by a vicious anaconda. The more he struggled the more he lost his breath. It didn’t stop there oh no. You started bending his arm and leg that were trapped between you two. You bent them in directions that would be impossible to achieve unless you broke his bones. His free hand came and slapped your thigh. He tapped out. He couldn’t take it.

You unraveled your legs to set him free. You were panting a bit and felt a bit sweaty. But compared to how he was now you looked like you never even fought him.

“I’m sorry, grandmaster, if that was too much.” You apologized even though you didn’t need to.

Once you were back up on your feet you stuck your hand out to help Bi-Han up. He looked up at you, taking in all your details for once. Maybe he lost too much oxygen when you were chocking him because for some reason you seem so cute right now. Yet he was still upset from being beaten by you. He didn’t take your hand but got up himself and walked away. Not a word was said from him and you were left wondering if you did something wrong.

I can guarantee you didn’t do anything wrong. Bi-Han just needs time to think of where he went wrong and what kind of woman he is attracted to. Looks like he might have an unexpected type.

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No matter how many breaths of fresh air Bi-Han got his new stance on you didn’t change. He has enough oxygen going into his brain this new liking is not a delusion.

He was wrong but he won’t say it out loud. You have the strength of a warrior with a heart of gold. It was all hidden in that plush body of yours. What a fool he was to doubt you.

Now his eyes are always on you. Without the mindset of you being weak he sees now that there is much more to you.

Why didn’t he see it before! Just look at that cute face of yours, especially your cheeks. He wants to squish that face and not in a skull crushing way. And those legs good heavens! Those thighs could kill a man yet he would gladly put his face between them again. Your chest is a good alternative as well. He won’t deny he noticed that from the beginning but he would remind himself about it constantly. It just took him a while to realize the whole package was enticing. Screw it, let him get his hands on your tummy.

Look, Bi-Han likes his women strong. That’s one thing. But if chubby is the new strong well he won’t hesitate to take it. And don’t tell him that’s wrong he can’t be wrong two times in a row.

You did notice his stare. It was different now. You noticed one of his eyebrows would raise as he looked at you. His eyes wandered up and down. Before he could even walk over to have a word with you, you would start walking away. You were concerned he would insult you about your looks. Why else was he checking you out like that?

No one walks away from the grandmaster. You will listen to what he has to say. Bi-Han walked quickly towards you before yanking you back by your shirt.

“Where do you think you are going? Do you not see that I am trying to talk to you.” He is giving you his gentlest voice but it still feels like he will rip your spine out.

“I’m sorry, grandmaster.” You turned around quickly to look at him.

Suddenly his hands were at your face. He had a good grip on your soft cheeks, pinching and squeezing them. You looked up at him with confusion. You brought your hands up in an effort to remove his hands only for him to quickly slap them away. Bi-Han isn’t done admiring your beauty.

You thought he was being mean to you again. He was taunting you by bringing attention to your round face. This ain’t the first time something like this has happened. The only difference is that Bi-Han seems determined to look at you. He’s not saying anything which confuses you even more.

Yes, yes, she is perfect. She will look perfect standing next to me. No one will dare touch her unless they wish to feel her wrath. if anyone dares to say something negative about her weight I will make them pay for their disrespect. They will be forced to watch their hands lose function when I freeze them-

“Bi-Han, what are you doing to her?” Tomas’ voice rang out.

Bi-Han broke away from his inner monologue. He wasn’t done making plans on making you his. His eyes caught onto the sight of Tomas’ hand reaching out to grab your wrist. You looked at him in desperation as you were so confused by what was happening. But suddenly you were flung over Bi-Han’s shoulder. He did it as if you weighted as much as a kitten. He started walking away but he had something to say to Tomas.

“Mind your business, Tomas.” He snapped at his adopted brother before walking off with you.

You were humiliated by the fact that all of the Lin Kuei were watching their grandmaster carry you away. His arm was wrapped around your thighs. You didn’t see his face but he was satisfied that his arm was squeezing your thick thighs.

“Please…just put me down already. I got it you’re strong enough to pick me up.” Your disappointed voice was muffled by your hands covering your face.

“Silence. I will put you down when I want to.”

Were you silent or were you silenced?

Bi-Han brought you all the way to his office before placing you down on the ground. Don’t think you can catch your breath now because his arms quickly wrap around your waist and pull you onto his lap. This day just keeps getting weirder and weirder.

“What are you doing?! Don’t you think I’m a little too heavy to be sitting on your lap?”

He looked offended by your words. As if you were the one who was calling him heavy. It only made his grip on you grow tighter, making sure you won’t leave now.

“Do you see me as a man who is unable to handle anything? Don’t be so foolish. Just sit here and look pretty for me as I work.” He instructed you.

Pretty? Did he just call you pretty? Maybe you hit him too hard during practice. But right now you don’t feel like disobeying any orders from him now. Even if this is a joke you rather wait to get pushed off than get off yourself and face a possible punishment. So just sit there and look your prettiest. You already are a gorgeous lady so there is no need to push yourself.

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It’s not a joke anymore. It stopped being a joke a long time ago.

Every day since that weird interaction it’s like Bi-Han can’t keep his hands off you. He would go near you just to squeeze some part of you. It started with your arms which you really hated at first. You thought he was pointing out how he couldn’t feel muscles in that area. Wrong, he just liked the feel of it.

In general he likes the feel of you. But may the gods help anyone who tries to grab at you. Only Bi-Han can do that.

The one and only time you practiced with the others in the Lin Kuei it ended with someone’s face being smashed in and you being dragged away. Hey, he shouldn’t have smacked your stomach and called you names. He was just a sore loser who couldn’t comprehend losing to you. Well now he just lost his face privileges and respect from the grandmaster.

If anyone doubted you they had to face the fury of the Lin Kuei grandmaster. If fact they can’t even look at you at this point. If they looked at you for at least five seconds Bi-Han would start holding onto you like a child who is afraid their favorite toy will get taken away.

Wherever he went, you had to be with him. He needed to keep his eyes on you. In his mind you are already his, there is no arguing about it. You didn’t even know that’s what’s going on. It just happened.

Bi-Han loves to have you on his lap. It shows everyone that you are his now. He loves having his arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing it. Occasionally he would rest his head against your shoulder. That’s the calmest anyone has ever seen him. He would compare his hand size to your thighs. You thought it was another insult before you felt him squeeze them.

Squeezing, poking, squishing, grabbing, holding, secretly loving, that’s all he seemed to do. If you ever asked why, Bi-Han would silence you. You’re not allowed to question his actions nor hint that there was anything wrong with you. The only time you were allowed to have space was when you need to use the bathroom, eat, or sleep. And even getting him to go away so you could sleep was an issue.

You thought your saving grace would come once you heard Liu Kang would be visiting. He wanted to check on your progress and see if you wanted to return to the fire temple. He manages to make more time for you. No matter how much time you were away from him you were still Liu Kang’s apprentice.

Though that depends if Bi-Han will let you go.

One of the clansmen alerted Bi-Han of the god’s presence. Liu Kang soon came walking into the office. He was shocked to see you sitting on Bi-Han’s lap. Clearly it wasn’t fully your decision since you looked shy about it.

“I see you have gotten along with my apprentice. Is there any reason she is sitting on your lap instead of training?” Liu Kang addressed Bi-Han.

“Is there an issue with this. You brought her to me, I make the decision on what she is supposed to be doing right now.”

“I mean, I think I should have been training at this point but you were barely letting me do that.” You talked back, barely caring about what is happening anymore.

Liu Kang’s glowing eyes kept shifting between you and Bi-Han. If what you say is true, which it is, that means the grandmaster has been lacking in his duties. Though to Bi-Han he hasn’t lost anything from this experience.

“If that is the case it might be best to come back with me, my apprentice. Perhaps Bi-Han has other things he would prefer to attend to.” Liu Kang gestured for you to come with him.

The moment you tried to get off, Bi-Han pressed your body against him more. He glared at Liu Kang who looked back in shock. There is no chance in hell that he will let you walk out of this temple. No one will take his strong, chubby woman from him.

You sighed, realizing he will never give up. It dawned on you that he wasn’t making fun of you. He genuinely liked you now that you have shown your potential. You shrugged your shoulders at Liu Kang since you didn’t know what to do now. You would like more training but it might be a whole battle just to get Bi-Han off you. In a way you’re not complaining all that much.

“What is the meaning of this, Bi-Han? You have lacked in your duties to-“

Bi-Han didn’t want to hear anymore from Liu Kang. He carried you in his arms like a princess and walked out of the office. Liu Kang followed close behind him, still scolding him for his actions. All Bi-Han would respond with was a blunt no and continued walking on.

You’re left to think while this madness is going on. There is one thing you are certain you are feeling. Pride. Pride in the fact that you not only beat Bi-Han and proved your worth but proved that you are worth his affection. You changed this man’s perspective and his type. His eyes have been opened to the possibility of having a bigger figure in his arms and in his life. This is the way.

In an effort to get Liu Kang off his back he walked into his bedroom and slammed the door shut before Liu Kang could get another word out. He placed you on the bed before laying down next to you and resting his head on your chest. It’s hopeless, he’s too attached to you. I mean just look at that face. You didn’t think he could unfurrow his eyebrows. This is a moment in history!

“You’re not gonna let me go I’m guessing.” You asked.

“No.” Plain and simple from Bi-Han.

You held yourself back from chuckling. He’s clearly the possessive type. And if he can see that there is beauty in you then you will take it even if you had to beat him up first for him to see that.

“Fine, you win. Just this once.” You said softly.

Are you happy with your prize, Bi-Han?

After notes: Good amount of people don’t expect me to be strong because I’m chubby. A lot of my strength comes from my legs. But I’ve had instances where I have slapped and even punched people by accident. Literally told a story yesterday of how I punched someone I knew by accident and they folded. Anyways I was very happy to get a request like this. I hope you are happy with the outcome I did my best! I’m sorry i didn’t post yesterday I was very tired and mentally drained from all the bs. Hopefully that didn’t affect what I wrote. Adiós!

#mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #mortal kombat1 #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat x you #mk x reader #mk x you #mk fanfic #bi han x you #bi han x reader #bi han mk #bi han sub zero #bi han mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero x you #sub zero x reader #sub zero #chubby reader

[krossan]

So here is the THING...

People often wonder why Dan is my favorite character and the “built-in-character” I often create for him. Most of these questions came after one of my favorite mini-story-panel of Phantom grieving his sister’s grave. I’m refering to this one:

Comments like “why Phantom SHOULD be grieving his sister if he was the one who killed them in the first place?” Well, for this essay, I hope I can change your perception and mind of what truly happen but SPOILER: HE WASN’T THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM. What a shocker. Why I came up with that conclusion, you ask? Let’s dive in with some information given to us in the show and how MADDENING stories that involve time-traveling are.

For starters, I HATE TIME-TRAVEL. I feel like tiime travel is like a simple excuse to misdirect the reader into thinking “Oh, that happened so I shouldn’t think much from that.” TUE is backed up from that which is infuriating to me and how the episode developed itself doesn’t make too much sense. I’m going to leave a quote mention on the DP wikia of exaclty what im talking about:

THIS right here is one of the MOST MEGA FLAW of the show itself. Yes. We know the events that led to Dark Danny was Danny cheating on the C.A.T. and then the NB explosion happen. But DAN DIDN’T CAUSE THE EXPLOSION! Dan didn’t trap his family just to blew up. Dan was out of the equation!

Erase from your minds the fact that Dan was involved on Danny’s timeline for a second and rewind things a bit. It is impossible for Dan to caused that because DAN DID NOT EXIST YET. The events were just about to unfold. For us to follow Dan’s timeline, Danny had NEVER talked to VLAD abt it. He NEVER had any sort of GUIDANCE to prove that he cheating on the C.A.T. was the thing that caused all of it. As the quoted statement of the DP wikia says: maybe what transpire in the Nasty Burger was a COMPLETELY different event that let to one of the boilers to blow. What if- this particular event- maybe the observants send someone else to put a stop to Danny (this also bringing the fact why Clockwork-in a way-is mad at them and you can feel this hatred towards them. And of course as stated by himself, the observants can only see one outcome while Clockwork can see variables.) Now, imagine the loss Danny may have felt after that unprecedented explosion. He had nowhere to go... and so the rest of Dan’s story begins. The only reason why Dan traveled back in time was because he knew this “Danny” from this alternate timeline had guidance from Clockwork. He new that if he cheated, a catastrophy would occur and he would do ANYTHING to prevent it... that was the GUIDANCE Dan NEVER HAD. HE HAD TO WITNESS HIS LOVED ONES DIE.

DAN NEVER HAD THAT “SECOND CHANCE” CLOCKWORK GAVE TO DANNY. OF COURSE DAN WILL BE BLOODY MAD ABT IT. -“I LOST MY FAMILY SO YOU MUST SUFFER THE SAME WAY”

But the overall ending of the episode feels stupid. Like after Danny speaking to Vlad and Clockwork and HE HIMSELF witnessing what was the cause for his family to die... Even if Dan succeded (which may I remind you Dan DID win but Clockwork had to interviene/cheat)

WHY WOULD DANNY GO BACK TO VLAD, GET RID OF HIS HUMANITY... AND BOOM! Have yourself another Dan.

The reasonable explanation to this is, again the OUTCOME.

What if on this case, if everyhing happened the way it was Danny now wanted his ghost to be removed because of the potential risks Phantom had.

He may have became Dark Danny but maybe a different one. One different from the one we all know.

This is my ranting of putting myself on Dan’s shoes for a moment. I hate time traveling episodes just so that they can just “go with it and make a mess out of the story but hey... it’s a cartoon, kids are not going to question anything”. You probably say that I’m overthinking this whole situation but I was once a writer and it is too frustating to me this type of subjects are just not fully solved.

Now with all this, Can you look at the panels and its meaning the same way now? Can you look at Dan the same way?

#danny phantom #dark danny #dan phantom

[creedslove]

MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥- PART TWO

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: when Joel finds out even his brother is settling down, he decides to go after you and try to be happy with the woman of his dreams: you 💞

(This is the second part of the story MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥 )

Warnings: angst, sad!joel, arguments, love sick puppy!joel, fluff, happy ending, two stubborn idiots in love

A/N: Hi besties!! I know it took a little longer for this part to come out but here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and forgive me angsty besties but I cannot give our husband Joel a sad ending 🤧 he deserves to be happy!

3k words

Joel knew jealousy was an ugly feeling, no matter the reason that caused it - if he felt jealous of his partner, or if he felt jealous of his things because he didn't like to share or when jealousy was just an euphemism for envy whenever someone got something he desired and couldn't have. It was a human feeling, he knew people were bound to feel that way and it was alright, as long as it didn't harm anyone, everybody eventually had one of these feelings here and there, as it was also popular knowledge we can't control our feelings.

Yet, he still felt pretty bad when he realized he was jealous of his brother, when Tommy broke the news to Joel he was going to be a dad.

Tommy was the kind of man who seemed to refuse to grow up, he was hard-working of course, no one could say anything at all about that, but when it came to his personal life, he acted like a thirty-something year old man child. Girlfriends would come and go, he often got himself into trouble, having to hide away or something, eventually fighting angry boyfriends and a husband or two when they found the younger Miller had his filthy hands on their women. Perhaps watching his older brother having to mature so young after getting his girlfriend pregnant, getting married just to be abandoned with a baby to raise on his own made Tommy feel the need to enjoy his life before shit got serious just like it happened to Joel, but a part of him knew that maybe he should be more like his older brother, more responsible with his love affairs, more committed to the girls he liked, just like Joel often thought that perhaps he should be the more like his younger brother, relax and enjoy life now that his daughter was in college, and Joel had more time to himself. Neither of them would admit it though.

Joel stared at his brother, who was sitting on the couch across from him. Resting his elbows on his thigh and face buried between hands, taking a deep breath before he could think of anything else to say.

Tommy was going to be a father. He'd found out about it the day before, when his girlfriend, Maria, came desperately to the small office downtown Joel had recently rented to be the headquarter of their construction business, a place where they could manage the red tape by storing documents, hiring someone to take phone calls and organize a working schedule. Joel is hardly ever there, he is usually out doing the actual business, but his little brother used to be there more frequently.

So he got pretty shocked when Maria barged in with a bunch of pregnancy tests - all positive plus another blood one. And in the blink of an eye, it seemed Tommy would have to become the responsible brother from that moment on.

"So what's your plan Tommy? You're gonna be a dad, are you even marrying the girl or what?"

"I-I was hoping to stick around with Maria for a few months…"

Joel snorted, he had let his brother 'stick around' for a few months just before he could get settled and that was when Sarah was in highschool.

"Yeah? And then what? When the kid is born, where are you putting the crib? In the garage? Cause we ain't got no space, Tommy!" Joel saw how Tommy's face fell, he felt angry because he knew his brother had potential, but god, it infuriated Joel when Tommy thought his older brother would be able to handle everything for him.

On the other hand, Tommy he'd been next to Joel all along through the most challenging task of raising his daughter, and even if his brother was laid-back, he had to help him.

The older Miller took a real long breath and looked at Tommy's scared eyes

"I'll help you Tommy"

Joel didn't remember the last time his brother hugged him, it was probably when they were kids, but Tommy did hug his older brother, so thankful to know his brother would offer him help.

"Hey bro…" Tommy said with a relieved smile, looking at Joel "you help me out and I help you out: Y/N is back in town for good… apparently she quit or was fired or whatever, and she's staying at her grandma's and she is working downtown… next to our office" he winked and left.

And that information was what made Joel's jealousy spike even more. He was jealous of his brother, because Joel was the one who wanted to become a father again, he wanted to have you come to him and break the news, he wanted you to be carrying his baby, having to move in together, get married and raise your baby Miller together. He wanted all of those things with you, because his heart ached for you, for your touch, especially for the past month, he couldn't simply get your visit out of his mind. He replayed that night over and over, thinking of what he could've done to make you stay, he'd been in love with you and that was no secret at all, but he'd made you go away because he thought he was doing the right thing for you. He thought that by making you chase after your dream, you'd be happier, because he always loved how intelligent and strong you were and how you would definitely reach your goals if nothing held you back. He just assumed you'd be better off without him, without being trapped in that normal, simple suburban life and maybe he was right, maybe you were better off, making money and working in a job you loved, but god knew he missed you, he craved you, your presence, your touch, the way he obsessively kept the watch you'd kinda gifted him on his wrist all the time, or how he found himself unable to throw away the delicate, colorful paper bag you'd brought in his cupcakes. Sometimes he thought he was going mad, but in reality, he was just broken hearted to have let his happiness escape like grains of sand through his fingers.

That night, Tommy decided to take Maria out for dinner, they were both over the moon to know Joel would help them for the next few months, allowing them to stay in the house. Whenever Sarah came to visit from college, then they'd have to rearrange some things, and his heart weighed in his chest to know you would've been the first one to assure Joel he was doing the right thing and that even if things were a little crowded in the house, your place in his bed would be there. Tommy had invited Joel to go with them, but he declined, he definitely didn't want to be a third wheel during such a special moment in his little brother's life and also the fact he wasn't just good company, Joel was upset and quiet, as he couldn't stop thinking about what Tommy had told him: you were back, for good.

That fed his silly heart with hopes, knowing you were back in town, no fancy job between the two of you and as much as he wanted you to succeed, if things didn't work professionally for whatever reason, maybe you could still be happy when it came to love? However, you hadn't got in touch with him, so maybe, it meant you didn't want him anymore? If that was the case, you wouldn't have showed up at his birthday, would you?

Joel had so many unanswered questions and he didn't want to be trapped inside his mind, so he gathered the courage he needed, grabbed his truck keys and decided to drive to your place. He was going to see you.

You helped your grandma get comfortable in bed and smiled at her, she was getting weaker each day and it was difficult to watch it without being able to do anything about it and pretend it isn't affecting you that much. You'd been back in town after being fired from your job and it felt kind of a relief if you were going to be honest with yourself. It paid well, but it also took away your mental health in the months you'd been away, combined with the heartbreak after your break up, you could say you had been through one of the worst times of your life. Not that things were great now that your grandmother had fallen ill, but at least you were home, you had found another job at a small publisher downtown, similar to the one you had, but the demands weren't as stressful and the environment wasn't toxic, which comforted you. The money wasn't as much, but you couldn't complain, and once you moved into your grandma's you were already saving up with rent, at the same time she would be assisted in case of an emergency. It broke your heart to know lately she'd been asking you a lot about Joel and also giving you the talk about the importance of finding love in life and not being alone, you knew deep inside it was because she feared dying before seeing you happy with someone she really hoped it would be Joel.

You placed the blanket over your grandmother and wished her a good night of sleep, but you felt her grip on your wrist before you could walk away.

"Have you talked to him?" She asked in her tired voice

"You mean Joel? No grandma, I haven't.. not since his birthday, at least… why?"

"Because you love each other and it's just stupid how the two of you try to deny it" she grunted "I just want you to be happy, and I know you will find happiness next to Joel, he's the right man for you.."

"Grandma I-" you frowned as you were cut off by the doorbell, finding it odd someone would show up at that hour but excused yourself, relieved to have a distraction and not having to discuss that subject with your grandmother.

You ran downstairs curious to see who would possibly be knocking and also getting ready to ditch them, when you opened the door and got surprised to find Joel standing there. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, looking visibly shy to be there

"Joel? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly and saw he shook his head

"Not really, I just want to talk to you… may I come in?" He asked politely but took a step further even before you could give him permission, so you just opened space and closed the door behind him, welcoming him into the living room and offering a place to sit, but he refused

"I need to talk to you, Y/N and I will get straight to the point: I love you, I always have and I'm sure I always will. Making you go away was a huge mistake, I thought I would do something good for you, I thought it would help you to leave me and get yourself a nice job, so you wouldn't be trapped with me, I want you to have the world, and I'll give you everything I can, even if you deserve more…"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joel? You said yourself I was just an adventure to you and nothing else! You said you would never have a family with me, you told me you were just excited by the fact I was younger but you were tired of me" you immediately replied, you could feel the anger building up inside of you, how dare he break your heart, shatter it to pieces only to come back a few months later with a puppy face and say he wanted you back.

"That was all bullshit, you don't get that? I knew that if I just tried breaking up with you, you wouldn't take it, you're stubborn and fierce and you would have fought for us, so if you thought that maybe I didn't love you like you loved me, maybe you'd go after your dreams…"

"Who did you think you were to try and decide what was best for me? You thought I would've chosen money? What do you take me for? A snotty little rich girl? Fuck you Joel, you broke my heart, you treated me like shit and now you want to convince me I wasn't just some fuck for you?"

"I bought you a fucking ring, Y/N, a ring! I was ready to propose to you, what do you want to believe in me? Want me to get on my fucking knees and propose to you now? Because I can fucking do it!" He raised his voice, losing his temper with you. Joel often loved how fierce you were, but now was certainly not the occasion.

"Fuck you and your ring, Joel! I don't want either of you" you spat at him, angry tears pooling in your eyes at how disturbed the argument with him left you.

"W-what?" He asked after some time, it took him a few seconds for your words to sink in, his eyes were big and hopeful, and you hated yourself to see you were hurting him, at the same time you couldn't help a petty feeling take over your senses and the need of hurting him overshadowed you.

"You heard me, get out Joel. You and I are done, you said I was just an adventure to you, but maybe you were just an adventure to me, maybe I was just into the thrill of having the attention of an older guy and now the thrill is gone…"

You looked down ashamed to stare at him in the eyes, because you knew if you watched them fill with tears you'd get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness. Just like when Joel broke up with you and he turned his back waiting for you to leave, you did the same, incapable of facing him.

The man walked out the door defeated, Joel grew up in a time where he was taught men shouldn't cry, but goddamn it felt hard not to. He'd been crushed by your words, the woman he loved, and there it was: the rejection he thought wouldn't come. Joel had a box with an engagement ring in his pocket and a broken heart in his chest.

He was about to get inside his truck when he heard his name. At first he was sure it was just his mind playing tricks, but when he heard your voice calling him again, he turned around, blinking away his tears so you wouldn't see them and raised his eyebrow, wondering what you could possibly want. Another round of insults and humiliation? But instead, he was taken aback by your arms wrapping around his waist the moment you buried yourself into his chest. You clung to him as you sobbed, your grip tight around him, as you mumbled apologies and other things he couldn't quite comprehend. He looked down at you without moving for a few seconds, until he gave in and finally wrapped his arms around you too, holding you as tight as you held him.

He rubbed your back up and down and cooed at you, trying to get you to calm down.

"I-I'm so sorry Joel, I really am… I was horrible to you, I was so mean and cruel to you, I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me, I didn't mean any of it" you said all at once without even managing to breathe.

He kept silent, watching your crying face and had an insight of what having a child with you would be like - a baby girl, who would have the same beautiful eyes glistening with tears whenever something bothered her.

His thumb went for your cheek, caressing it gently at the same time it wiped your tears.

"I understand if you don't want to forgive me, Joel, but I swear I didn't mean anything I said, you love me don't you?" You whispered as your hand stroked his face "I love you too Joel, you could never be just an adventure, you're the love of my life, I'm sure of it" You confessed, still feeling the guilt of hurting him stabbing you like a hundred knives.

You got on the tip of your toes and gently pecked his lips, your hands holding his face between your grip as his hands went for your hips, holding your body against his as he deepened the kiss. Joel was confused, he was upset, angry, relieved all of that mixed up, but above all, he was feeling hungry. Hungry for you.

You could've spent the whole night lost in his arms, feeling his lips against yours, having missed them so much, but eventually, you two broke the kiss. You watched the man with anxiety and anticipation, he was still silent and it was unnerving.

Joel placed his hand into his pocket and found the box, getting on his knees in front of you and displaying the ring he'd bought nearly a year ago. It wasn't expensive, it was all he could afford, but he knew that if you meant your apologies, if you meant your love words, you wouldn't care about it at all.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart skipping a beat the moment you saw Joel falling onto his knees right in front of you and showing you the ring. You didn't even understand why Joel kept saying it was a cheap ring, when in reality it was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, you gasped and bit your lips, unable to find any words.

"Marry me…" it wasn't a question, it was a plea, you could read it in his eyes, Joel needed you as much as you needed him.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you Joel" you told him, getting on your knees in front of him, kissing his lips and shaking softly, but being immediately engulfed in his arms.

Joel put the ring on your finger and you chuckled, kissing him again.

You two were meant to be and there was no way of fighting that.

_____

A/N: can Joel Miller propose to me right now please? 😭

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro pascal fanfic #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal imagine #joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x you #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller imagine #joel miller tlou #joel miller the last of us #tlou show #tlou fanfiction

[tafferling]

Book Release: Aphelion, The City of a Billion Stolen Souls

Aphelion is a love letter. In incomplete one at that, which is still being written as I make my way through the series. But as each of its seasons is finished, a book gets released! And here we are! My first official 'omg I published something' novel: Aphelion, The City of a Billion Stolen Souls

If you like science-fantasy with soul-harnessing magic and tech, a cyberpunk (or aetherpunk, those two are having fisticuffs) flair, and a slow burn simmering away in the middle of a (mysterious) zombie apocalypse, then Aphelion may just be right for your bookshelf. Literally, because you can buy all of book one's 531 pages in gorgeous print!

What's in it?

In a world where tech runs off the concept of one's soul and where dragons steady cosmic scales, heroes are shaped in the shadow of an ancient grudge. Horizon's Crown was an Earther triumph; a stage at the frontier of the settled systems, a city of hope and dreams and infinite potential. Now, under the watchful eye of its orbital island, it straddles the line between dead and dying; a city of nightmares and endless sorrow. Varrett Vild Vickers belongs into a pilot's chair. He's meant to dodge asteroids, to race dragons, not chase credits so he can pay rent while HC's major demographic clicks its teeth at him and tries to eat his face off. But it's fine. Really. He copes. Or that's what he tells himself, all the way until a woman falls from the sky and turns his already upside-down life very sharply sideways. Armed with nothing but her worst-kept secret and a ledger of lies, Sophya Soulwright tricks her way into Horizon's Crown, looking for not only her sister, but for redemption and a meaning to a life she’s never held dear.  What she finds instead is a city trying its hardest to live, and a man who courts death every step of the way. He's infuriating, tireless, and after a glitch binds their souls together, he is now stuck with her. 

Don't want this chunky darling on your shelf and prefer to read it digitally? Dontchu worry, Taff has you covered. I release Aphelion as a free-to-read web serial, both on Campfire (where you can tip me if you like to get world building extras) and Archive of Our Own. 'cause like I said; Aphelion is a love letter. I just want to write it and share it.

But that doesn't mean I don't want to hear from you if you choose to give it a chance.

Where to find Aphelion:

On Amazon (531 pages, paperback).

On Goodreads (oh gosh I have an author profile there now).

On Campfire Explore (where, if you choose to tip, you may feel the sudden sensation of an ethereal cat slinking around your ankles in appreciation).

And on Archive Of Our Own (where it all started).

BIG BIG BIG thanks to @hermit-writes for her amazing typesetting skills (and book photography) and of course @drawinglinestoconstellations for the cover and interior art.

#Aphelion #I can't believe I can say “I published a book” #Indie Authors #Indie Publishing #Science Fiction #Zombie Apocalypse #Slow burn #Soul Magic #Web Serial #Campfire Explore

[cosmonavo]

more of my characters

I had mentioned that I would be creating more drawings of my original characters this week. Honestly, these don't intertwine much with the one I recently introduced, but I have a similar affection for them. HxH, OC's, Informations

Sundra:

This would be the most chaotic among all the others because his definitions of justice closely resemble those of Chrollo, and not only that, but his persona in contrast to Chrollo has many similarities, although he refuses to admit it. However, unlike Lucilfer, Sundra believes that the weak should be left behind to deteriorate, and the strong should abandon them without any remorse. During his childhood, Sundra learned that the line between good and evil is very thin and can be broken even by the purest-hearted person. Although the Elder of Meteor City tried to instill different thoughts in the young man, the place they lived in did not help reinforce positive teachings about the boy. Even with his firm thoughts, he was still open to new knowledge, especially history and mathematics, things he showed genuine interest in. However, his attention always fell flat when the Elder tried to introduce religion into his learning. You see, Sundra is not a self-proclaimed atheist; he just does not recognize and refuses to believe in his own insignificance. This man believes he is a kind of exception among the masses, mainly due to the locality where he was born, where the chances of survival are 1 in 100%. This only intensified his thoughts about being "something greater."

Considering his strongly rooted beliefs, Sundra never had much sympathy for his teammates. In his young life, he had a total of 28 different partners in he equip, all of whom died very quickly. Sundra does not consider himself the cause of their deaths; far from it. In fact, he sees himself as the only one competent enough to return alive, something that understandably infuriates his superiors. Sundra doesn't care if his henchmen live or die; from his perspective, returning alive is nothing more than an obligation. If you can't even do that, you'll be left to suffer. On the other hand, he believes strongly in his own potential and allows himself to be carefree in most missions, even if he receives advice to be more responsible. Sundra ignores them, receiving warnings from the Elder of the city that time would come to hold him accountable for his actions someday (this men has strong tendencies of god complex and superiority, something that leaves many of his acquaintances astonished). Chrollo, however, views this with fascination, even if he doesn't comment. It makes him excessively curious because, in his view, Sundra was a hope and kind child, and seeing him evolve into an aberration was a significant shock for Chrollo.

Speaking of Chrollo, his relationship with Sundra is quite tumultuous. Sundra harbors strong resentments toward Lucilfer for being left behind because, as he believes, "Only the weak are left behind." This left an irreparable scar on him, and Chrollo sees himself as partially responsible for it. Chrollo wouldn't say that it disappoints him, but it also doesn't please him much. It's like saying, "Bitch, i made you strong, why are you so angry with me?" But jokes aside, Chrollo is a bit disappointed to be so excluded from the life of his younger brother. He still loves the brother because he is his only remnant of a true and blood family. Although Chrollo has some expectations to strengthen their bonds and rekindle their brotherhood, Sundra being a teenage shit doesn't help much in his advances. This makes their interactions somewhat similar to:

"Your clothes are stinking."

"I don't remember asking for your opinion!'

Sundra has a somewhat passive-aggressive approach towards Chrollo, even though deep down he still wants to be recognized and praised by him, but he would never admit it. He prefers death.

Chrollo felt a bit flattered when he discovered Sundra's tattoo, something that happened randomly during a meeting when Sundra pushed back his sweaty hair, and Chrollo could see the cross centered between the young man's eyebrows. That intrigued him, of course, and he asked why he had the same tattoo, and Sundra unsatisfied replied that the parasite in his body wanted to remind him of the most hateful memories rooted in his mind by doing the damn favor of staining his skin. To Chrollo's displeasure, it wasn't a lie.

Now, the relationship of the boy with the rest of the Phantom Troupe is somewhat... Curious. curiously: When Sundra doesn't like something, any extension of that becomes a nuisance as well, and he sees those people as extensions of Chrollo, but he doesn't hate them. He has an internalized curiosity about some of them, like Phinks, Feitan, and Franklin. The Troupe, however, maintains some rigid composure around the boy because they are aware of his relationship with Chrollo. In a way, this intimidates them; they wouldn't want to deal with Chrollo. Because if Sundra is an aberration, Chrollo is a demon-

Now, Hisoka is a case apart. He knows that the members originating from Meteor City wouldn't try anything, but Hisoka? That always keeps Chrollo on alert whenever the two are in the same space or within a 25 km radius. Chrollo always advises him not to exchange words with the Hisoka, but his instructions always fall on deaf ears, and this tests the patience of the leader of the criminals.

Sundra had a name offered to him by the mafia, but he completely rejected it (he said it was cheesy).

Nemesis:

Nemesis is a bestial and wrathful creature, like a skittish cat. Previously, the girl had a completely different life, with a family, a name, dreams... But everything came crashing down when her tribe was attacked and separated by slave traders.

Nemesis was part of a bestial tribe of feline-looking beastmen, the young one was known as El'Drue, and she was the daughter of an important warrior within her group. However, the young woman wished to be one of the healers of her tribe and strived to achieve what she wanted. Life as a wanderer was difficult and dangerous, but she could do it because that's how her people knew how to live. But everything she knew as affection changed suddenly in an instant when the slave traders arrived, with those horrible nosebands. She hates remembering how all her memories were destroyed by petty people, causing her so much suffering. Those traders traveled several runes until they reached the cities of illegal trade; it took almost four years to finally be auctioned off and taken from that wagon. That was when the bestial woman fell into the hands of the LeBlue mafia. They gave her a name, clean clothes, and a place to sleep. It wasn't much, but for someone who had nothing, that was true paradise. They raised her to serve that household and eliminate any traitor, anything that dared to turn against her master. And she did.

Nemesis is aware that those people are not good citizens; good people do not kill and do not traffic in jewels and historical objects. However, they gave her a place to call home. Five years later, she was sent to Meteor City as part of an agreement between her master and the Elder of the city, a pawn for another. She was there to work with the natives of the city, and honestly? She hated the three years she spent in that city. It was a sad place. This made her lose her status in society; she was erased from the records. Disappeared completely. And yet, even after everything, she could still feel some compassion for the people of that city, how they were so similar to her.

She is a wrathful and quiet woman, which is advantageous when acting alone and in silence. But her methods changed abruptly when she started acting in a group. That annoyed her, although she didn't often share her thoughts, her actions were already sufficiently understandable. Nemesis has a lot of distrust in people, even after getting to know them, due to her traumatic past. And she particularly detests humans. She can coexist with them, but it doesn't mean she likes them, especially Sundra; the girl harbors a particular grudge against him. She abhors his arrogance and vanity, especially after he implied that he would sleep with her if there was no one better available. She, however, still has some respect for Tyche, as he never crossed her limits and even praised her occasionally. Internally, she likes to receive this kind of verbal validation; after all, it was what she received the most while serving the LeBlue.

Nemesis knows that she will never get her old life back and still does not deal well enough with grief; it is still alive and palpable in her skin and actions. Her scars are deep and painful, and sometimes, she wakes up with dry tears in her eyes, hating it, especially when it's Sundra's turn to night patrol; he always makes a point to remind her that she was crying all night. He's a despicable sadist—then she tries to kill him, and that's when Tyche intervenes.

Nemesis has very sensitive ears and a keen sense of smell, which irritates her at times. Sundra takes advantage of her bestial characteristics as much as he can; sometimes, he pulls her by the tail when he's in a hurry, and quickly, it turns into a tug-of-war. Other times, he just steps on her tail with dirty boots, making her scream and jump very high. In general, he is the one who has the most fun!

She has seen many movies (and none were by choice) because Sundra drags her to the cinema after their missions. These scenarios are always comical, look: they are bloodied and scratched while asking for two tickets from a scared attendant. She had not seen any movies until then, so when she told the partner (and how she regrets it), he started referring to her as a Neanderthal-

sorry i am lazy today

#hxhoc #hxh #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #oc #chrollo lucifer x oc #chrollo x sibling #chrollo lucilfer x reader

[woodchipp]

Ngl, a big reason I'm obsessed with OMORI so much (and why it's as infuriating as it is to me) is because it had a lot of potential to be, at the very least, a decently compelling story and seeing said potential be so spectacularly wasted is just. horrible

I know that Mari and Hero are the group's "mom" and the "dad" only because the main cast needed to be pigeonholed into Tumblr found family roles, but the implication that Sunny views them as more of a mom and dad than his real parents - his biological mother and father only appear in portraits scattered throughout remote corners of his dream world - is pretty interesting! The game could've made a point that the financial well-being of Sunny and Mari's family came at the price of the parents failing to properly connect with their children; sure, their jobs are well-paying, but they're married to them, so to speak.

Mari could've felt compelled to care for Sunny as if she was his mom (with Hero trying his best to help her out whenever he can because he notices how exhausted she is) since their parents weren't around much in general. Alternatively, when their parents did have the time to get involved in their children's lives, they only pushed Sunny and Mari to perform well academically without paying attention to how it impacted their children mentally.

Maybe that could've been the whole reason Mari is a perfectionist, the emotional distance of her parents convincing her that she'll never measure up to what they expect of her and making her push herself to achieve an impossible ideal. Maybe that would've allowed Sunny to be characterized as a people-pleaser, always putting others' needs above himself because seeing Mari's hard work receiving praise from their parents gradually convinced him that being useful to others is the same thing as being genuinely loved.

What if Mari's knee injury forcing her to quit softball was indirectly caused by her own overworking? What if it was a significant blow to her already shaky self-esteem and she took up piano practice to compensate? What if her drowning herself in work made her more and more distant from Sunny? What if that made Sunny obsessively try his best to make his friends happy to the point of suppressing his own needs because he didn't consider himself important ("my parents clearly like Mari more and she's the reason why my friends are my friends in the first place, so why would I matter?") and because he was secretly afraid that Mari distanced himself from him since he wasn't good enough for her?

That way, their big argument would have probably been the result of their issues boiling over; Mari's perfectionism becomes unreasonable due to being exacerbated by her fear of the upcoming recital (with Sunny feeling that she wants the precision of a machine from him) and Sunny's long-suppressed needs finally make themselves known via him impulsively destroying the violin and starting the argument himself. Maybe Sunny could've put his hands on Mari in his rage (without shoving her down the stairs lmao) or viceversa.

And, well. Maybe that argument could've been the straw that broke the camel's back for Mari, the final push she needed to hang herself.

If Sunny was the one to put his hands on Mari, he could've blamed himself for making her feel unloved and erroneously assumed that she hanged herself because of him. If Mari was the one to put her hands on Sunny, he could've blamed himself for not recognizing that as a sign that she wasn't doing well. Either way, his situation would've probably become more genuinely tragic since he's beating himself up for circumstances he never had much control over. I think that'd have very neatly explained his status as a silent protagonist too - from his point of view, his beloved sister died the last time he dared to open his mouth, so he chose to deliberately flatten himself out because he's afraid of hurting anyone ever again.

Maybe the game could've subtly conveyed Sunny's efforts to move on from his grief via Mari's grave in the church's cemetery. Since I believe that the game would've had more time to properly pace its content if the events took at least five days, the idea could've been executed like this:

on the first day, Sunny wouldn't even see the door to the cemetery just like he doesn't see the closet room's door and like he makes the door to Basil's room disappear when he sees the latter's corpse

on the second and third days, the door to the cemetery would be visible if you visit the church, but trying to interact with it will just have Sunny shaking his head

on the fourth day, the cemetery would finally become accessible… except for Mari's grave. it would have collision, like there's a sprite supposed to be there, but it'd be invisible the exact same way Mari's piano is on the Hikikomori route, and when interacted with, Sunny would just say that "There is nothing here."

finally, on the fifth day, you'll get to see the grave and even lay flowers on it if you want

Maybe Black Space could've been an anti-Memory Lane of sorts instead of being a YN rip-off - if Memory Lane was supposed to represent Sunny's most cherished memories, Black Space should've represented the worst ones he had. What if Black Space actually provided set-up for the argument by chronicling the gradual deterioration of his relationship with Mari over the course of their practicing? It'd make sense that he'd try to bury these as deep inside of his mind as possible. There was a nice story here. It's gone now.

#frankly I consider this incoherent horseshit but whatever #i finally found the courage to write these ideas out at least lol #omori #omori game #omori sunny #omori mari #I hate the original story but I am Rotating the characters in my brain. I'd like my brain to stop but I Do Not control what my brain does #i have a brain and i must scream

[arceespinkgun]

After finishing the Marvel UK comics—which I know JRo read, I even saw JRo's letters in the letters pages!—I am so baffled and annoyed by how he chose to write many of the characters in his own comics. Like, it's one thing when characters didn't have strong, established personalities (like Swerve), or if the story would've been weaker if they weren't written differently, but so many of these choices infuriate me. Rant below the cut:

Why are characters who were amazing and multi-faceted, like the radical yet manipulative leader Emirate Xaaron (who became Primus's vessel!!!), or the rebellious Blaster (who was the main character for a while!!!) basically furniture? Those were two of the standout characters who would have been amazing to see more of, especially Xaaron, who rarely gets revisited! It almost feels spiteful to me.

Why were characters who had one established personality sometimes given the exact opposite one? Is it just for shock value...? I mean, I didn't like Fortress Maximus, but he had a very clear characterization that was based in being so tired of and averse to conflict that he caused other people serious problems. So why was he introduced by ripping Decepticons in half and being a spree shooter? It was literally shown that Fortress Maximus would rather kill himself when faced with pressure than lash out! Prowl was often angry and upset, but it was basically always because someone made a decision that could get people hurt! He was screaming and crying because Grimlock was threatening their peace with the Decepticons at the end, begging him to see them as people who deserve compassion!!! Did JRo just think, "Oh, he yells. Guess I should make him a fascist then?"

Why were characters who had a ton of potential and I would've loved to see explored more deeply made the butt of offensive jokes? Flywheels literally proved to Ultra Magnus that there are good, noble people among the Decepticons, and ended up fighting alongside the Wreckers! It would've been so cool to see more of him! But no, he's made the butt of jokes about his feet (?) and stuff and then immediately killed off horrifically. Spinister as a character was an interesting look into the thoughts of a Decepticon soldier, and he was outwardly cynical but through his actions, showed he actually cared about his fellow Decepticons. So why did JRo think that tons of ableist humor at his expense would somehow improve matters? Spinister being a neurosurgeon was a cool idea, too—there was no need to taint it like this!

Then there are times where he took some element of a character and took it to such extremes by making it super edgy. Okay, Tailgate's only appearance that I remember was going underground on Cybertron as part of an old Autobot hazing ritual he wanted to complete to prove himself. So JRo... makes it his backstory that he was only two-weeks old and then trapped underground for millions of years? Chromedome was underutilized, but had a really cool bio about being a computer programmer who was reluctant to join the war effort, who got caught up in a race between the Autobots and Decepticons on who could have the most upgraded mechanical brains. That's sounds like a really cool story possibility that I could totally see having characters like Prowl or Shockwave, who have some of the most powerful processors, being in! What does JRo have? The Institute and New Institute, where thousands of lobotomies were performed.

Do not even get me started on Rodimus.

The thing that especially irks me is that someone like Nightbeat did seem totally in-keeping with the old version of the character and was awesome, so this all seems intentional.

#rant #I think the most anger I saw toward JRo's characterizations was about Star Saber #but since I've now read Marvel UK I know he did that to NEARLY EVERYONE #also a lot of this applies to other IDW writers as well like Nick Roche #my analysis #transformers idw #transformers marvel

[jaegonsmoon]

So….I love shovel talk fics…so plz indulge or ignore me I beg of you…so omega aegon becomes engaged to alpha jace…it’s early days both are very shy still….aegon has somewhat of a reputation so the blacks wanna make sure aegon treats have right haha…but don’t go about it in a honest or healthy way haha instead finding aegon one by one (unknowingly caus they didn’t discuss who would do it so they just all took it on themselves lol) to give him a shovel talk if he ever hurt or shamed jace to the courts…aegon is at first unfazed but it starts to get more and more kinda worried and scared about these being potential death threats lol eventually have finds out and tries to nail his fam to the wall and read them the riot act about messing with Aegon and how he will kick their ads if they threaten him again…..but then aemond finds about this and feels like he needs to potency his omega brother and their greens family legacy so he tries to huddle the greens together to his jace a shovel talk if their own but it comes off less creepy and threatening and more cringe cause Helena and Daeron don’t inspire fear with their very presence like aemond does so that dude is literally carrying them through the talk with jace haha

You know, lately, in my head the handful of times I think of Daeron I’ve been picturing him with a personality that it’s both, Aemond and Aegon’s mixed. Which makes him both, competent but such a little shit (and occasionally stupid, it runs in the family). I just know he’s standing at the back, sarcastically backing up Aemond’s threats while being infuriating. Helaena, bless her heart, she just stands there nodding accordingly and I just know that after Aemond is done threatening to carve his guts if he hurts their brother, Helaena hugs Jace excitedly telling him how he’ll do great. Even Daeron groans cuz yeah, that pretty much undoes all their effort.

As for the blacks shovel talking poor Aegon, he’s a nervous wreck. I think one of the reasons Aegon drinks so much it’s because he has Alicent’s anxieties, he’s fragile in them and he discovered alcohol at a young age, which resulted in that calming those thoughts and restlessness. This comes from the show too, imo, when he’s just draining cups and grimacing the whole time. He hates the taste, but he wants it does to him… so… that being said— He’s been sober since courting Jace. He is well aware of the reputation he had started to gain for his unbefitting behaviour for an omega. Jacaerys was the embodiment of a true alpha and a noble prince, he needed to make himself worthy of him.

So what those threats did to him was not… exactly good. He was scared, he wouldn’t deny it. He was anxious, he wanted Jace. He needed him. He loved him already and they were only courting. Jace, he—whenever they were together he was such a gentleman, so caring and attentive. His eyes were only for Aegon. Aegon. The one everyone whispered about but never truly cared for. No thoughts, no affection, nada. So excuse him if he felt like vomiting at the thought of losing the one thing that was willing to give him a shot at happiness in his life.

He takes to picking at the skin on his fingers, gets a taste for it. Aemond is the first to notice because their mother still does it, all the time. He doesn’t say anything about it at first. But one day, after being shovel talked once more, Aegon is in pure distress, his cuticles are bloody and he’s sobbing. That’s when Aemond confronts his behaviour and that’s when he finds out.

Jace, oblivious to all this, gets this awkward talk and is like “Okay… I thought I was making my intentions with Egg bright and clear, I don’t truly understand.”

And that’s when Daeron, done with all their bullshit, “Fine, just tell your family to stop threatening Aegon over breaking your heart already so he doesn’t end up eating his fingers in a distressed fit.”

“Threatening?!” That does more than Aemond’s whole shovel talk, because Jace is furious. He confronts everyone and tells them that while he knows their intentions are in his best interest, they need to back off and leave them alone. That they’re doing more damage than good and it’s affecting his omega.

He goes to Aegon then, taking his hands in his. Planting kisses all over them; over the messed up skin of his fingers. Dropping a thousand apologies and telling him that he has nothing to worry, that he’s got him and nothing would make him change his mind; he won’t let anything bad happen to him, ever.

#jacerys x aegon #jaegon #jacegon #aegon ii targaryen #jacaerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #daeron targaryen #jacegon fanfic #aegon x jacaerys #jacaerys x aegon #jacaerys targaryen

[hyenahunt]

Obbligato: Ship of Fools - 3

Writer: Akira

Season: Winter

Characters: Ibara, HiMERU, Tatsumi, Jun

Proofreading: 310mc + Remi (JP) & honeyspades (ENG)

Translation: hyenahunt & Peace

Jun: ...It's just as I thought — you've definitely changed.

Ibara: Afterwards, His Highness Hiyori shall join us in the afternoon, and we shall all tour Reimei Academy together.

HiMERU: —Well, HiMERU more or less understands what the aim of COMP is now.

Tatsumi: I do as well. There truly are some things which can only be understood with face-to-face communication.

HiMERU: — Or perhaps you hadn't wanted anyone to steal glances at your plan.

The document given to us by the Vice President described COMP quite vaguely, after all,, so HiMERU wasn’t able to grasp what it was at first himself.

However, as Crazy:B is in poor standing right now, there was no other choice but to come when called.

Ibara: Yes, your efforts are greatly appreciated. ...Now, we may not be able to cover for you again the next time you run into such unfortunate circumstances, so do proceed with caution.

HiMERU: —Please forward your complaints to Amagi.

Ibara: It's precisely because he won't listen to me that I'm telling you this, you understand?

Ibara: (Well, no matter. Rinne Amagi-shi may be an infuriating nuisance, but he seems to have especially mellowed down as of late, and is behaving himself out of consideration for his associates.)

(It seems his colleagues have thoroughly chastised him for acting alone without giving them the slightest notice, both during the incident of summer[1] as well as SS...)

(All the same, I doubt that he's the type to reflect on his actions much.)

(But those experiences are bound to tie him down.)

(And as they say, if you want to shoot the general, then first you shoot his horse.[2] With COMP as an excuse this time around, this will be a fantastic opportunity to dig into the parts of Reimei Academy’s dark history that even I don’t know about.

(And I’ll be able to leverage it completely over HiMERU-shi, who was at the center of it all. After all, it seems that this situation isn’t simply a matter of him taking the place of the actual individual himself and acting in his stead.)

(By simply by exposing that fact, HiMERU-shi's life as an idol would potentially be in danger. However, he is no enemy of ours.)

Rather, digging around in the past will enable us to continue using him as a chess piece. Hehehe ♪ )

HiMERU: .....

Jun: What's the matter, Ibara? You're making a weird face...

Ohhh, I got it — it's 'cause you're so unused to words like Live, Laugh, Love that you're not feeling well, isn't it?

Ibara: Just what exactly is your impression of me.

HiMERU: It is as they say, isn't it? Fish find it hard to live in the purity of the Shirakawa river.3

Ibara: Indeed, they yearn instead for the murky swamps of Tanuma.But there isn’t any point in longing for the past; it’s far more essential to keep your eyes fixed on the reality of the present.

It is for such a reason that COMP has come about. As for today's plans, I will explain the details like so.

And you can all wear smiles on your faces as you tell stories of just what a happy school life you all lead at Reimei Academy. That is the kind of promotional video we would like to shoot for the school.

Tatsumi: Oh? Wasn't the plan to film a performance?

Ibara: That will be for another day. Of course, should we have time to spare today, I would like to start practicing our synchronization.

After all, you haven't crossed paths in unit work together before.

So I do not expect you to be in perfect musical harmony together the very same day we initially ask you to sing together..

Of course, with your performance abilities I'm sure you can pull off a reasonably good show — however, reasonably is not quite good enough.

You see, we need those watching the video to think, "I want to become an idol just like them!"

HiMERU: —It seems a little bit like this whole thing is simply propaganda.

Ibara: That is precisely what COMP is meant to be. Do you have any objections to it?

We have power in numbers. If we do not obtain more fresh students for our training school, CosPro will be in dire straits in the future at ES.

It would be an investment in our future to attract those large numbers of people and make them one of our own.

Jun: You've got a point~... As I'm still a student, I can't really think about the future yet, or more like, I can only see what's right in front of me.

But once you're an adult, you can't afford to not think beyond what's ahead of you, huh... It's not like life ends once you graduate, after all.

Ibara: Indeed. Rather, it is life after this youthful period that is longer by far, and this is what everyone should be more conscious of.

HiMERU: —HiMERU understands, so there is no need for you to admonish him.

Rather, the idols at Yumenosaki seem especially unable to detach themselves from their roles as students. They should be ashamed of themselves.

HiMERU is an adult, a professional, and will do the work entrusted to him fully.

Drawing up happy memories of HiMERU's youth is a little bothersome, however.

As it is you who is heading the project, Vice President, surely you've written up a fun script that is at odds with reality, have you not?

If you would allow him to read it, then HiMERU will have not a single problem with playing the role you'd like him to play. HiMERU can even link arms with Sazanami and Tatsumi and call them his friends.

Jun: ...It's just as I thought — you've definitely changed.

HiMERU: Hm? How so? HiMERU has always been perfectly HiMERU, hasn't he?

Jun: Well, yeah, people always change~ But in the past, you were kinda... less composed, or more passionate and fired up —

You were human through and through, just like me, but y'know... right now you seem more like a robot.

HiMERU: .....

✦✦✦✦✦

Referring to the events of Main Story

A Chinese proverb based on a poem by poet Du Fu, meaning 'begin with the lesser things to obtain the greater'.

He references a kyoka (a comicsatirical tanka, which is a type of stanza poem in Japan) which made fun of those who thought that the corrupt politics of former daimyo Okitsugu Tanuma were better than the harsh reforms set to fix the Dhirakawa domain's situation done by the then-ruling daimyo Matsudaira Sadanobu

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[misery-bitchness-moved]

Love Potion- Logicality

I’m not dead!! This fic should not have taken as long as it did for how short it is but oh well I’m a busy little college student. Here’s the second live potion fic this time featuring logicality. enjoy!

Trigger warning: Like the last one, this fic features a love/horny potion so there’s dubious consent in this

After a long day in the mindscape, Logan liked to wind down with a relaxing cup of chamomile tea. Unfortunately, as with most days, Roman ruined his peace of mind. While the creative side wasn’t there annoying him physically, he had left an unlabelled jar containing a bright pink liquid right in the way of the kettle. Logan sighed. Not only was he cluttering the kitchen with some nonsense undoubtedly from the imagination, but it was in the way of his end-of-day tea. Sure, it was petty, but he had had a long day and needed that tea before he snapped someone’s neck.

As he grabbed the jar by its lid, attempting to move it to Roman’s seat at the table so he would remember to take it back to his room, the lid immediately came loose, causing the jar to shatter on the floor, coating Logan in the strange liquid.

He let out a series of colorful swears as Virgil, who had been watching The Office on the couch, sprinted into the room. Logan barely spared him a glance, instead looking at his now stained clothes and still cursing Roman.

“Logan! What the hell happened? Are you okay?” Virgil asked, scrambling to guide him away from the danger of the glass shards.

“Your irresponsible, infuriating boyfriend happened,” Logan grumbled, “Roman left a jar on the counter and when I went to move it to make some tea, the lid came loose because apparently your dope of a boyfriend can’t screw lids on properly. Whatever was in the jar spilled all over me and the jar itself shattered.”

Virgil hummed as he carefully cleaned up the shards and Logan stood to grab paper towels to dry the puddles on his shirt and pants. Sitting at the table, he dabbed at the stains before he noticed Virgil’s breath begin to quicken as he mumbled worriedly about the unknown liquid that had now come in contact with both of their skin.

Sensing the oncoming panic attack, Logan put a comforting hand on his shoulder and reassured him. “Virgil, breathe,” he instructed. “Roman may be a moron, but I highly doubt he would leave out something potentially dangerous. That being said, I advise we both wash ourselves well to ensure whatever this substance was is no longer on our skin. It would also be wise for us to look for any out of the ordinary symptoms just to be safe, and if you happen to run into Roman, please inquire about this peculiar liquid.” Logan stood from where he was seated and walked toward the kitchen’s exit, intending to rid himself of the leftover, now sticky remnants of the spilled liquid, before stopping in the doorway.

“Oh, and if you do see him? Hit him over the head for me.”

***

By the time Logan arrived at his room, his vision had gotten slightly blurry. He cleaned his glasses and rubbed his eyes, but the cloudiness did not go away. In fact, it seemed to spread to his brain which was slowly beginning to feel like it was being stuffed with cotton. In the back of his mind, he pondered if this was an effect of the jar Roman had left out and briefly thought about telling Virgil, but those thoughts were quickly banished from his mind as retaining any coherent thought became much harder. The only thing he could process was how tingly and warm his skin felt and how desperately he needed to be touched.

Eyebrows furrowed at the development, he left his room, not remembering why he went there in the first place, especially when he could be spending time with his boyfriend instead. Without a second thought, or really any thought at all, Logan made his way to Patton’s room.

He didn’t even knock before opening the door to see his gorgeous boyfriend already undressing. His pants were still on but he was shirtless, his chubby stomach on display making Logan feel even hotter. The sound of his door opening caught Patton off guard and he turned around to face the noise.

“Oh! Logan! I wasn’t expecting to see you here so soon; I thought you were getting your nightly tea first. I didn’t even get the chance to put on the pretty new lingerie I got,” he smiled brightly.

“Couldn’t wait. Needed you now,” Logan growled. In all honesty, he forgot he and Patton had even planned to spend the night together as he had been so focused on getting to Patton as quickly as he could, unable to stand the heat scorching his skin.

Logan quickly made his way across the room to his boyfriend and didn’t hesitate before kissing him hard in a way that caught Patton off guard before melting and moaning into the kiss. It was messy and mostly tongue, but Logan couldn’t think of anything other than pleasuring his love and Patton had already been half hard in anticipation for his and Logan’s night together.

Through their kissing, they tactlessly rid each other of their clothes, craving the contact of bare skin. Logan sucked a hickey onto Patton’s neck, rubbing his thumbs over the side’s nipples. Logan’s skin was burning and he was panting like a dog in summer.

Patton let out a surprised shriek when he felt Logan’s very hard cock grind against him. With a hand on his chest, Patton pushed him away to breath before looking in his eyes and whispering, “Let’s take this to the bed, hm?”

Logan couldn’t agree more and pushed him towards the bed as they continued to make out until Patton’s legs hit the edge of the bed and he fell onto the mattress. Logan wasted no time getting on his knees at the edge of the bed, throwing Patton’s legs over his shoulders and eating him out aggressively.

Patton cried out at the sensation, dick throbbing despite the lack of attention, and he squirmed on the sheets. Logan only tore his mouth away to demand lube and as soon as Patton obtained it from his bedside drawer and tossed it to Logan, he was back to eating him out like a starving man. The sight of his lover spread out beneath him only fueled the fire burning in his gut and he had developed tunnel vision, only able to focus on pleasure.

Patton’s brain was already too scrambled to notice Logan uncapping the lube and spreading some on his fingers. He did, however, notice when Logan’s mouth moved from his hole to his cock as the man licked and sucked the tip in a teasing way that had Patton thrusting up for more. In response, Logan firmly planted one hand on his hips before circling his asshole with his lubed up fingers.

Logan could no longer form a coherent thought. He thrusted against the bed as he fingered and sucked off his partner, unable to stop himself. Lust consumed him and he desperately wanted to sink inside Patton’s tight, perky ass. Just the thought of that taunting ass sent a jolt of arousal right to his own cock, causing him to moan around the one in his mouth.

Patton shoved his fist into his mouth, embarrassed at how loud he was being, but unable to lower his voice. Logan was always skilled with his hands and even with his mind clouded with pure lust, he was able to find all the right places that made Patton scream. His fingers brushed against his prostate before ruthlessly rubbing against it. Patton could feel himself get close, eyes rolling back and mouth dropping open.

Unfortunately, Logan could also tell when Patton was about to come. He quickly pulled his mouth off Patton’s dick and removed his fingers from his hole, leaving Patton whining, desperate, and achingly empty.

Luckily, Patton was not left unsatisfied for long as his boyfriend moved back up to kiss him, wasting no time pushing his tongue into the other’s mouth. Logan held his dick in one hand, using the other to keep balance, and lined it up with Patton’s hole before sliding in with ease. Both sides groaned at the feeling, Logan’s eyes even fluttering shut as the burning heat within him finally began to be sated.

It didn’t take long for Logan to start moving inside his boyfriend, utterly blissed out at the feeling and desperate for more. He nipped at Patton’s neck and gripped his thick thighs tightly, determined to mark him up with pretty bruises on his freckled skin. In return, Patton cried out, arms wrapped around Logan with a hand gripping his hair tightly as back arched into pleasure Logan so graciously provided.

Logan fucked Patton like his life depended on it, driven mad by the lust consuming his body and the relief that came with finally scratching the itch caused by the pink liquid he spilled on himself what felt like ages ago. All he felt was pleasure and all he knew was Patton. Gorgeous Patton who took everything Logan provided so graciously, eyes screwed shut and panting as moans and whines escaped his mouth.

Seeing Patton so utterly debauched easily pushed Logan right to the edge and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Wanting to bring Patton over the edge with him, Logan grabbed his leaking cock and began stroking in time with his thrusts. His partner squirmed and his shouts got progressively loud, crying out Logan’s name.

The logical side couldn’t hold on any longer and came with a low, almost feral growl in Patton’s ass. The sudden feeling of his boyfriend filling him up caused Patton to moan as he too came. His orgasm was long and hard as Logan continued to fuck him through it, copious amounts of cum leaking from his cock before he began to whine from the overstimulation.

Logan pulled out and fell onto the bed next him, exhausted. His eyes fluttered shut and he began to fall asleep, feeling Patton kiss his cheek as he whispered, “Thank you, dear. I’ll get us cleaned up, you just relax for me.”

Patton continued whispering praises and sweet words to Logan even as he was on the verge of sleep before finally slipping into slumber as his soft, pudgy boyfriend finally cuddled up next to him. In the back of his mind, he knew he’d have to confront Roman and talk to Virgil about the mysterious liquid, but it could wait until the morning as all he wanted now was to fall asleep with Patton in his arms.

#not safe for sanders #blue writes #nsfs logicality #nsfs patton #nsfs Logan

[shu-glue]

Chapter 6: Terms and Conditions

Summary: Suna tells you he has learnt your secret and taunts you by saying he'd tell everyone else unless you tutor him. You don't let him get his way, however, and you make a deal with him; a win-win situation.

A/N: I'm taking a bit of a break lmao, i haven't caught up to my own outline and like, classes are getting busier so please bare with me 😭 i'll see if i can post chapter 7 next week but for now, i'm not too sure. chapter 6 gave me an ASS of a writers block

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Your parents are very careful about the family image.

It’s something that’s been hammered into your and your older siblings' brains since you were all very young. Keep your mouth shut, never cause a scene, never antagonize who you shouldn’t antagonize (read: anyone who is of use). All these rules only really boil down to “never stir up trouble for the Asagao Group”.

At first, you hated their—you say ‘their’ but really, your father’s—obsession with the family reputation. You never liked being in the spotlight, under everyone’s scrutinizing eyes.

But now, you’ve never been more grateful for the times your older brother helped keep you in line and taught you self-discipline.

Because if he hadn’t, you probably would have bitch slapped Suna Rintarou after the second time he tripped you this very lovely afternoon.

You were right! He is an absolutely rotten, annoying, infuriating little brat! Granted, you mentioning his girlfriend (ex-girlfriend) yesterday was kind of uncalled for and you didn’t have to say anything at all, seeing as the wound would still be fresh—

Who are you kidding, what wound?! He and his girlfriend only dated for two weeks and the fact that he's so salty about it makes no sense!

It's absolutely VEXING!

You can't count how many times he's tripped you, or accidentally hit your disposable camera with a volleyball, or even done the most mundane but irritating things like randomly scaring you by blowing into your ear. And every time he messes with you, he immediately turns to glance around and raises an eyebrow as if he was expecting something harsher than a "stop doing that" from the captain.

The damn asshole even flicked your forehead when you walked by and did it again for some reason!

What is even his problem?

You shake your head, choosing to just channel your frustration by flipping through the draft posters. “Do we have the photos for the wing spikers, setters, middle blockers, and captain and vice captain?” You ask Nana and Ryuji. The three of you are double-checking your pictures, the shoot having just finished and the team now in the showers.

“We also have shots of Aran-san by himself as the ace.” Ryuji tells you, placing the last of the disposable cameras inside Nana’s camera bag.

“That’s good, we just need ta process the film and then edit the photos digitally.” Nana turns to you, hands on her hips. “Now, should we threaten Suna or should we look for potential blackmail?”

“Blackmail takes more effort so maybe threatening him would be—excuse me, what?!” You shriek. Nana and Ryuji are staring up at the ceiling, hands on their chins, as they are still brainstorming. “NO! None of that!"

Ryuji frowns at you, tilting your head. “Ya always said beating someone up willy nilly won’t do anything so a new approach should be used.”

Arms flailing in front of you in panic, you say, “I didn’t say that second part! I never said that! Where did I insinuate that?!” These two might give you a heart attack one day. No, they’ll definitely make you go into goddamn cardiac arrest! Sure, Suna’s been a little shit to you all afternoon but…

“So ya expect us ta just stand around while that Mr. Bean lookin’ ass messes with ya?!” Nana asks you, hands on her hips as she looks up at you sternly; eyebrows knitted together and lips pursed. “Senpai, I’m tired of seein’ people disrespect ya! That video of ya scolding Suna and those Miya twins already blew up and people are taking it outta context…” Nana stomps her feet, crossing her arms. She’s upset, looks almost close to crying, drastically different from her usually irritated tantrums.

Ah yeah, that video. It wasn’t uploaded by either Suna or that other girl; the video was uploaded by an entirely different bystander and it just showed you scolding, well, everyone you had chastised yesterday. The video is just two minutes long but it managed to go viral throughout the student body anyway, with some students calling you ice cold and criticizing you for bringing up Suna and Erika’s then unknown breakup.

No, you didn’t spend ten entire minutes going through the comments.

“Ah, wait, Nana, please don’t cry—”

You’re interrupted by a slight sob to your right. “The comments are really nasty…” Ryuji adds and you turn to see that he is ALSO upset and close to crying.

“You too?!”

A sigh escapes your lips and you loop your arms through each of their own, so that they’re standing on either side of you and you’re in between them. Nana and Ryuji look up and down at you respectively in confusion. “I appreciate ya guys havin’ my back but I am fine, honest.” You say, looking at each of them with a small frown. “Tell y’all what, I’ll buy ya both fried chicken from our favorite restaurant ta calm both of yer butts. Just, no threatening of any kind please…”

Nana and Ryuji frown at you, glancing at each other as if debating what to do. Soon, Nana sighs, hugging your arm with a pout. “I don’t like their spicy chicken.”

“I like their spicy chicken.” Ryuji retorts.

“We’ll buy both the spicy and non-spicy chicken, please don’t bicker with each other.”

Nana pouts once more, glancing at Ryuji once again. The maroon haired boy glances back at her, silently coming to an agreement.

“Hmm, maybe we should get the photos developed on the way while we’re at it—” You say out loud, too busy thinking to notice Nana and Ryuji’s exchange, when you hear someone call out to you.

Kita emerges from the locker room with the rest of the team behind him, all grouped up in their own smaller cliques. “Ah, Kita!” You say as he approaches, while Nana and Ryuji are blinking in curiosity. You watch him tell Aran and the other third years to go ahead, glancing behind him to see the other members walking towards the exit.

“I have something else to discuss with ya, if ya don’t mind.” Kita says, nodding towards Nana and Ryuji.

“Oh, well, uhm…” You stutter, glancing at the two with uncertainty.

Nana groans. “We can just go tomorrow after school.” She says to you, shoving her hands in her pockets. Ryuji nods beside her.

“We’ll have the photos developed, don’t worry. See ya tomorrow!” He adds.

“Thanks. See ya tomorrow!” You say to them, waving as you watch them walk away, and you turn to look at Kita again, playing with your fingers. The rest of the team finally left, leaving only you and Kita standing outside the gym. “So, what did ya wanna talk about?”

A few minutes earlier…

Suna's plan was very simple.

He just needed to decipher what exactly is the relationship between you and Kita.

However, no matter how many times he messed with you, Kita didn’t even flinch! Their captain only chastised him before he asked if you were okay. And you don’t even react either! Not even a blush or any flustered stuttering. He could have just waited to see how you and Kita interacted with each other. Nothing really ever escapes his observant eye; a hand tucking hair behind your ear, an arm around your waist for a split second, even prolonged eye contact. But that took too long for his liking.

Heck! He’s not even looking for signs of you secretly dating anymore, he’s looking for ANY sort of relationship between you and Kita. Then again, he could mess with their captain to see how you’d react (since you’re probably a bit more expressive than he is) but he does not have a death wish.

He's failing his subjects but he's smart enough to not anger Kita!

"Ya know, Suna, ya don't hav'ta be so mean ta them." Ginjima pipes up next to the middle blocker, pulling off the top of his volleyball uniform. Currently, the entire team is changing back into their regular school uniforms, the photoshoot for the posters done for now.

The locker room is not such a great place to have a "little chat", what with all the body odor you'd expect from athletic teenage boys (showers have NO effect). Suna just wants to change and go home at this point too, his plan to get you and Kita to indirectly fess up proving to be futile. Alas, said plan just landed him a scolding from his teammates who are, honestly, confused.

"Yer normally pretty indifferent, Suna. What did the kid from the Asagao Group do to you?" Aran asks, looking at Suna with a slightly—more than slightly—baffled expression.

"Is Murasaki's senpai really that bad…?" Riseki cuts in, frown on his face and fingers on the buttons of his dress shirt. "I mean, I've ran into them a few times and they seem chill…"

“Nah, Suna’s just being a prick as usual.” Osamu reassures the first year, waving away Suna’s glare boring itself into the back of his skull. "Don't ya follow his example, yeah? Suna's a terrible role model."

"I don't even want to be a role model!"

"Aran-kun is a great example, Riseki, don't waste yer time with Mr. Bean here." Atsumu pipes in, rocketing Suna closer to the verge of an aneurysm, the latter now glaring holes in both their heads.

"Don't mention me in any of yer spats, Miyas, I can't have graying hair at 18!" Aran complains, turning red when Atsumu and Osamu begin to tease him (he really shouldn't have said anything in the first place then).

Suna glances at the space beside Aran and sees Kita silently fixing his uniform, tying his tie with expert precision. Mr. No Gaps Kita Shinsuke. If messing with you wasn't enough to get a reaction out of him, maybe that something between you two wasn't anything special. Which means, Mission Find Kita's Weakness is still ongoing (not aborted, obviously).

The middle blocker freezes when he realizes Kita's eyes are on him now. Maybe it's just him but somehow, the room just got way colder than it did before. Slowly, Kita glances at his back, then looks at Suna again with blank eyes. "Is there something on my back?"

Suna flinches, averting his gaze with poorly practiced nonchalance. "No, there isn't."

Kita doesn't say anything else, just turning back to his locker to continue getting ready.

….

Suna finally emerges from the locker room, safely tucking his phone back into his pocket securely lest he wants to lose it again. Dammit, everyone else left already but he told those one-braincell twins to wait for him while he fetched his phone, those little rats—

"So what did ya wanna talk about?"

Suna freezes and hides behind the wall by the open doors of the gym, back pressed to the cold painted cement as he strained his ears to eavesdrop on your conversation. Who are you talking to? With seemingly no one else around to overhear—?

"I think it’d be nice if we say ‘hey’ to each other, first? We didn’t get ta actually talk the whole time you were here."

Holy crap, is that Kita?

"Heh, sorry sorry, hey. We were just so busy all afternoon."

Did you just giggle?

He knows he could be seen if he takes a little peek but he just can't resist, bending just a little bit so that he can catch a glimpse from behind the wall. There stands you and Kita Shinsuke. Kita had his back slightly turned to the door, so Suna can’t really see his face clearly. But he can see you.

If he could, he would have taken a few HUNDRED shots purely of your face, which was as red as the ripest tomato in the, uh, tomato field or whatever they were called. “I know, thank ya again fer doing this, I know it could be a bother to ya—” Kita starts but you wave your hands frantically in front of you, a frown on your face.

“I-It’s really not! I did say that if it’s you, I wouldn’t mind favors!” You quickly reassure him. Suna raises his eyebrow at this. So you and Kita do talk to each other, you just don’t meet up where people could see you…

Oh, how hella suspicious.

Suna snaps out of his thoughts when he hears you speak again, his interest now more piqued than ever. “Ah, the first posters should be ready by next week, just to remind ya.” You say to Kita, idly crossing your arms. “That way, ya can tell us if ya want anything changed.”

"I'm sure anything ya come up with would be good." Suna sees Kita tilt his head, and judging by your expression, he probably has an endearing expression on his face.

However, Kita's posture deflates and Suna watches as your face falls. "About Suna…" Kita starts and immediately, Suna sees your face sour, eyebrows knitted together and a scowl on your face.

"Ya saw him! He's such a conniving little rat!" ('Conniving little rat?') "I don't think I can really work with someone so deadset on antagonizing me, Kita."

"I'll talk to him." Kita says. "If he doesn't fix his attitude…"

"Ya don't have to, it wasn't like he was gonna ask for my help anyway."

"Well, I'm not going to let him pick on my best friend like that."

Suna's eyebrows raise. Best friend? Just best friends? Well, that's disappointing. Suna thought he'd get some juicy info on your and Kita's secret forbidden relationship that you both cannot show to the school or the public. It would have given him something to tease their captain about AND something to hold over your head! Two birds with one stone! Now that stone is just thrown out the window.

The middle blocker silently clicks his tongue, about to just walk out the gym since this is just a waste of time, when he sees it. The way your body stiffens, your smile tightens, and you stop playing with your fingers. He sees a flash of something akin to disappointment show in your eyes.

Oh?

"Oh, I guess not. You'd never let anyone mess with your friends…" You're sheepish, a hand reaching up to scratch the back of your neck. Your gaze is downcast and Suna watches with rapt attention as you avert your gaze to and from different spots on the ground, avoiding Kita's stare.

Kita lifts his hand up and pats your head, your face burning red now. "Of course I wouldn't let it slide. I love ya too much ta let anyone pick on ya anymore." God, even Suna flinched at that. "You want me ta walk ya home? It's gettin' late."

"No, it's okay. Aran and the others are probably waitin' for ya."

"Then, I'll see ya tomorrow, okay? Get back home safe." With one last pat to your head, Kita walks on ahead, leaving you in front of the gym. You watch him go with a wave and as you slowly drop your hand, you visibly droop.

Suna slowly approaches you, hands in his pockets and blank expression on his face. You don't notice him, your hands over your face. "Kita, why are ya so dense…?"

"I know right, it was painful seeing the two of you skirt around each other." The sound of Suna's voice has you jumping in fright, swinging around to slap whoever snuck up on you in the face. The middle blocker catches your wrist before your palm could make contact with his cheek.

You actually seem shocked when you see that it's Suna, much to his amusement. You're always so cold and poker faced when he sees you that every wayward twitch of your eye or corner of your mouth would never fail to entertain him.

He glances at your wrist, then back at you, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards in a smirk. "Nice reflexes." He comments, his smirk now morphing into a shit-eating grin at the way your face burns bright red—not in embarrassment, but in anger.

"You little— what— I—!" You stutter over your words. Suna should really test how fast your brain would work after a brief interaction with Kita.

Suna smirks as he bends forward a little to be eye-level with you, and somehow, that feeds your ire even more. He could practically see the steam coming out of your ears. “Easy there, High and Mighty, if I knew you’re startled easily, I would have tapped your shoulder at least.” You both know he wouldn’t. “That was some conversation with Kita, wasn’t it?”

It takes you a few seconds of your brain buffering, but when you do register his words, your mouth drops open and your eyes widen a fraction. ‘You did not.’

Suna’s eyes narrow into something akin to a cat’s, his shit-eating grin returning but this time ten times worse than earlier. ‘Yes, I did.’

“You— ya eavesdropped—?!” You begin to say—shriek, is the correct description, wanting to lift your hands to strangle the living crap out of this foot-tripping, camera-breaking, goddamn-irritating son of a— “Will ya let go of my wrist?!”

“Nope, you’ll run away from me, High and Mighty.”

“Oh, who wouldn’t run away from an eavesdropping little creep— wh— hey! Don’t pull me— OI!”

With a firm tug, Suna pulls you along with him as he starts to walk away from the gym, face blank as he ignores your protests. This guy. This guy, seriously!

Your eye twitches as you look across the table towards the object of your irritation, who’s taking his sweet, sweet time finishing a single ice pop while looking up and down your form at the same time. Of all places, he dragged you to a convenience store, conveniently a few blocks away from Inarizaki High School. There’s not a lot of people in the store. Not that it’s completely deserted, there’s a few part and full timers working behind the counter and in between the shelves, and there’s plenty of people walking around outside the store itself.

How should you say this; there are no other students from Inarizaki here. You noticed this the moment you and he sat down at the table and it puzzled you even more. What in the world is this guy…?

“Well? Aren’t you gonna eat that pork bun I bought you?” Suna goads, interrupting your thoughts. With narrowed eyes, your gaze slowly drops down to the single meat bun situated right in front of you. It’s freshly microwaved, you can still see the slight steam emanating from the white bun and into the colder than necessary air conditioning.

“I’m not hungry.” Is your simple answer, curt and to the point.

“It’s the second best convenience store pork buns in Hyogo.” Is Suna’s simple comeback, now empty ice pop plastic sandwiched between his teeth.

“Oh wow, thank you fer dragging me here and wasting my time ta buy me Hyogo’s second best pork buns.” Your voice is dripping with sarcasm and you don’t know if the obvious use of irony just simply flew over his head, but he seemed to revel in the exasperation of your tone.

You see a much older employee’s nostrils flare at your words and a younger one moves to restrain him in the corner of your eye, but you don’t pay them any attention. “What? Do cheap snacks bore you, High and Mighty? Want one wrapped in gold?” Suna asks you, removing the plastic from his teeth with a provoking smirk.

Think “relax” ten times. Think “relax” ten times.

“Ya know what? A meat bun wrapped in gold would have been worth all my wasted time.” You say with a faux smile before your face falls, your expression flat. “What’s yer damn problem, Suna?”

“I have a problem?” He has the gall to ask with a raised brow and a confused frown on his face as if he’s clueless. He also has the gall to actually laugh at your face, which probably looks like you’ve sucked an entire lemon and then some. “Don’t get so pissy, High and Mighty, I just wanted to ask you for something.”

“Then just ask me, instead of dragging me five blocks away from the bus I need ta take to get back home ta ask m—!”

“Be my tutor.”

“THANK YOU for finally getting to the point—what did you just say?”

Suna watches with a wide grin as your eyes widen to the point of being in danger of bulging out, your jaw dropped open for the second time today. This time, however, instead of being livid and scandalized, you only look beyond shocked. You blink once, twice (Suna can practically see the gears trying to turn in your head), before you squeeze your eyes shut as if you feel a headache coming on. “What.”

Suna lifts a finger and says, “Tutor. You. Me.”, as he points at you and then at himself as if he’s explaining the basic concept of colors to a toddler.

“I heard and understood what ya said, you as a concept are just hard to process!” You shriek at him, hitting your fists on the tabletop. “I mean, ya messed with me all afternoon for the HECK of it, it seems like. Then, ya eavesdrop on a private conversation that you had no business being a part of—”

“Well, I WAS the topic of that talk, now wasn’t I? And you did eavesdrop on me and Erika yesterday while we were 'breaking up'.”

“—you shut your mouth, AND, ya feel like ya can have the AUDACITY ta drag me here, at 6:51 PM on a school day, so ya can ask me ta be yer tutor—ya know what, even if someone BEGS me ta teach ya a single math formula, I will not help ya study or give a damn about it! I am not a tutor, alright?! And if you think I would help ya just because Kita asked me ta and I feel bad fer ya, you’ve got another thing comin’!”

Your tone shifts into something resembling the sound of nails against a chalkboard, borderline shrieking at Suna now after slamming your hands against the table. Suna just watches you go on your tirade, chin placed upon his palm and head tilted as he listens.

His other hand sneakily slips into his bag, and he rummages through it as you continue your rant, something along the lines of 'family rules be damned' and 'not even a threat of expulsion could get me ta help yer sorry ass', he's not really sure. "And another thing—!" You start, ready to begin another long tangent of your rant, when Suna pulls out a book from his bag and places it on the table with a deadpan expression.

Eyes narrowed, you eye Suna in suspicion, crossing your arms. "What's that."

Suna, in all his sleepy glory, smirks at you and says nothing; letting you peer down at the cover of the book. Immediately, you notice the pink. After the pink, you notice the characters drawn on the cover. After the characters, you realize oh crap, that's your manga.

"I didn't take you for someone who likes romance. Or someone who's an otaku." Suna finally says, sifting through the pages of 'Love-Hate Relationship With My No-Good, Very Annoying Roommate' with a raised eyebrow. "Look, they're holding hands! How scandalous, I hope that wasn't a spoiler."

"Wh— wait, when did ya—?" You begin to ask but your brain goes back to yesterday to when you crashed into Suna running down the stairs. Because everything happened so fast, you failed to remember the fact that you dropped all your things and hurriedly put it back in your bag. The fact that the very real possibility (and now reality) of Suna Rintarou being the one who found your manga slipped your mind and you are very disappointed in yourself.

"Remember now?" Suna is very annoying when he wants to be. "You know, I was surprised when I saw that you read stuff like this. Not so prim and proper for someone like you. Though, nothing quite shocked me more than this."

Your jaw drops when Suna pulls out a photo from his pocket and you see that it's the photo of you and Kita you tucked between the pages of your manga. "Friends, huh? Childhood best friends, maybe? Though, it's curious why you'd put something like this in a romance shoujo manga."

"I couldn't put it anywhere else safely."

"Righhht, and you saying 'Kita, why are you so dense?'," he does an annoying imitation of your voice, "is just you being curious."

You're quite speechless and if Suna was elated at your expression earlier, the way your mouth opens and closes like a fish and your eyes dart from him to the photo to him again makes him manic. "You weren't slick about it or anything." He shrugs. "It was pretty obvious with how you talked and looked at him. I'm surprised someone could like Kita that way, if I'm being honest."

Suna bends forward to peer at your face better. Your reaction to the next thing he's going to say is something he needs to see. "But, judging from everything earlier, he doesn't feel the same way, now doesn't he?"

Oh, you look livid. Like the final nerve has been stepped on. Your face is now red from both embarrassment AND irritation, glaring daggers right through Suna. He continues before you can respond. "Maybe we should ask him. See what he thinks of you, shouldn't we?"

It's then that your eyes narrow and your stare becomes even more scathing. "Ah, I get it." Suna raises an eyebrow. "If I don't tutor ya, ya tell Kita and everyone else that I like him?" The thought of that makes you want to vomit (the whispers without it annoy you enough) but you can't let it show on your face.

"What? I would never." Suna doesn't sound genuine. "Annoy you endlessly with the fact that he doesn't reciprocate? Sure."

This guy seriously. You grit your teeth and close your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek. You've had someone try to get the upper hand on you and you outsmarted them before. You can do it again.

"Hmm… spreading rumors ain't my thing but," it's your turn to shrug, tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear and peering up at Suna with cold eyes, "if I said that yer a pervert who felt up my legs once while going up the stairs, that would raise some eyebrows, now wouldn't it?"

"Wha—and who would believe that?"

"I dunno, would ya like ta find out?" You give him a saccharine grin, eyes closed and head tilted. "Even if my reputation is shit, my words still hold a bit of influence, ya know?"

If Suna wants to play this game, then you'll play too.

The tension increases between the two of you as you and Suna stare at each other with challenging gazes, the air surrounding you growing even colder than the air conditioning of the convenience store. It's now your turn to revel in the way Suna's eyebrow twitches and his lips pull back in an annoyed frown.

There's also a small vein popping on his forehead that you almost find amusing until a loud sigh escapes his lips, making you wince and tense at the noise. His glare is gone almost instantly, replaced by a impassive glare as he leans back in his chair.

"Okay. What about a deal?"

You blink at his sudden change of attitude, immediately confused. "Huh?"

"Deal. Me. Yo—"

"Stop dumbing things down for me!"

"Let's make a deal." Suna crosses his arms and leans back further into his chair. "You help me pass midterms, I help you woo Kita."

You can't help but scoff at his proposal, mirroring his stance. "Help me woo Kita? Ya can't even keep a girlfriend for more than a week."

"At least I can get into a relationship without endlessly pining for them first." Suna says and you resist the urge to hit the middle blocker in the face with the meat bun in front of you. "It's a simple transaction. I receive good grades and no longer have the possibility of being benched, and you receive… Kita's love and affection or whatever."

The idea of outright rejecting the offer is so tempting to you right now. Why would you agree to spending a second longer with someone like Suna Rintarou? That's your reasoning.

However, the idea of accepting the offer is just as tempting to you right now.

Your feelings for Kita were a secret you kept close to your heart, and one you never plan on telling anyone else except for Kita himself. If you were to let go of an opportunity like this, you'd never forgive yourself.

"How exactly are ya gonna help me 'woo' Kita?" You ask dubiously, tilting your head.

"You call the shots. Help me help you and I'll help you help me." When he sees you raise an eyebrow, still doubtful, he sighs again and clasps his hands together, placing his elbows on the table. "What's stopping you from confessing to him? Does he have a girlfriend? Do his parents not like you? Do you not have experience—?"

"That's not the point!"

Suna pauses at your outburst, his eyes widening for the first time this entire exchange. Your face is red and your eyes are wide. It's almost like you're just as shocked at your own outburst as well. "Uhm. What. What I mean is. Is uhm."

Suna blinks a few times before it finally clicks in his mind and he gives you an infuriating lazy smirk. "Oh. Oh, I see. You've never had a boyfriend before." He says and the way your blush grows brighter is enough to tell him he has hit the nail on the head. "Holy shit, you really haven't!"

"I-It's not somethin' ta laugh about!" You retort, feebly trying to defend yourself but Suna lets out a slight laugh anyway, breathless with disbelief. "I'm serious!"

"I know you're serious, High and Mighty, but—this is gold, oh my god, I WISH I took a picture of that face." Suna says as he wipes an imaginary tear from his eye, irritating you even more if that was possible. "You need to be more assertive! No guy—not even Kita—is going to date you if you just stare at him longingly from a safe distance as his 'best friend'."

Suna pauses. "If I can even call you guys that, I barely even see you guys interact at school, so that's another -1." He leans forward again and jabs a finger at you. "If you want Kita to notice you, you have to make the first move."

You're silent for a few seconds, your eyes darting down to the floor as you wring your hands together, back hunched over. "I… I don't know how ta make the first move."

Your voice is soft, almost vulnerable; so much so that it makes Suna's brain freeze in its tracks.

"Or the move after that. Or the one after that. Or the one after that…" Your carefully constructed facade crumbled slowly. "I don't… know how to be in a relationship. So I don't think I would ever be a good girlfriend for Kita, if ever. So I never confessed."

Suna's eyes widen and you scowl at the flash in his eyes, averting your gaze. "Pity doesn't suit ya, Suna, so just— just forget about everything I said. Or laugh, it was pathetic."

He does neither, leaning forward instead. "Then how about we practice?" He suggests casually, tilting his head at you.

"What?!"

"Practice. Me. Yo—," you grab the meat bun in front of you and raise it, "OKAY, OKAY, I'LL STOP, PUT IT DOWN. What I'm saying is I'll help you practice making a move on Kita, and we'll keep that ball rolling." Suna looks up for a second to think. "I'll be… teaching you how to be a girlfriend in a sense. We'll essentially be tutoring each other."

You're hesitant but this just became a really good deal (to you, at least). Right now, someone who's been in relationships before is sitting right in front of you. Not the best source of experience, considering his romantic track record isn't the best, but at this point; you're desperate.

If practice goes well… you might actually be able to confess to Kita.

"I-If we're doing this, we hav'ta establish ground rules!" You turn, digging through your bag to pull out your pen and a piece of paper.

Suna deadpans at you. "Ground rules?"

You glare back at him. "Terms and conditions. You know, boundaries?" You clarify.

He rolls his eyes but shrugs in resignation nevertheless. "Okay, I can play along with that." At his words, you begin to write.

"Firstly, no one should know about this deal, especially Kita. If I found out ya tell anyone else about this, god forbid those Miya twins, yer dead to me." You say sternly and Suna raises his hands to placate you.

"I wouldn't."

"I'm serious."

"Yes, got it."

You roll your eyes and begin writing the next rule. "Secondly, no half-assing lessons. I'm not wasting my time on someone who won't take their studies seriously in the first place."

"Well, same goes for you. I'm not gonna help anyone who's going to back out in the end get into any relationship." Suna shoots back, giving you an unamused stare and you nod.

"Deal. Thirdly, no making fun of Kita OR me."

"What does that—?"

"Yer mean most of the time."

Suna shuts his mouth, averting his eyes, before nodding his head and closing his eyes. "Fair enough." He says and you smirk, continuing to write.

"Next, no kissing."

Suna raises an eyebrow at that. "Don't you want to learn how to be a bit intimate with Kita?"

"I just—I want my first kiss to be with Kita, as sappy as that sounds." You tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear, ignoring the way Suna judges you. "First kisses are magical to me, okay?!"

"I don't see the appeal." Suna deadpans.

"You mean yer first kiss wasn't anything like that?" You ask, tilting your head. "Not like, chu~ kyaa~, like that?"

Suna cringes at your description but he thinks back to his first kiss nonetheless. His first kiss… when was his first kiss? Last year—

(Ruby red nails dig into his skin. Pink lips on his, confiscating his ability to breathe. Chartreuse eyes that once felt like a dream felt suffocating, suffocating, suffocating—)

"Nope." Suna answers simply, nonchalant. "Just a quick peck, on the lips, and then it was done."

"How romantic. As romantic as a chalkboard."

"Moving on, what's next?"

You look down at the paper, tapping the end of your pen on your lips. "No falling in love." Your words cause Suna's eyebrows to shoot straight up, a frown decorating his face.

"Sorry, High and Mighty, you're not my type." You glare at him back.

"You ain't mine either. Yer the best one fer this because yer the least likely ta develop feelins' for someone like me anyway." You start to explain, serious. "However, developing feelings will jeopardize our deal, so it's better if we remind ourselves. The mere exposure effect is a real thing."

"If it's real, then why hasn't Kita fallen for you yet?" Maybe if you throw your bag in his face, he'll finally quit being such a pain in the ass. The glare you send him physically makes him flinch.

"Smart enough ta know the exposure effect but not smart enough ta not flunk, my god." You mumble under your breath, loud enough for Suna to hear. He glares at you at your words. "Okay, I think that's it. Let's sign it."

Suna begrudgingly takes the paper you hand him after you sign your name at the bottom of the paper, skimming over the contents with a nonchalant glare.

Operation Help You Help Me

Rule 1: Deal should be TOP SECRET (especially to the Miya twins)

Rule 2: No half-assing lessons.

Rule 3: No making fun of Kita, bitch

Rule 4: No kissing

Rule 5: No falling in love

If rules are broken, if Suna fails midterms, or if Kita graduates without confession,

deal is off.

The title at the top of the paper makes him snort with derision, much to your chagrin. "'Operation Help You Help Me'? Seriously?" It's a silly name to him, like that of a grand plan of the main cast in a kids' TV show.

"Yes, it's a stupid name. Maybe we should change it. What about 'Secret Friends Society'? Or maybe 'Shut the Hell Up and Deal With It'?" Your sarcasm is too heavy for Suna to pretend to ignore.

"Okay, fine, damn, you're so hard to please." Suna grumbles as he signs his name next to yours on the paper, handing it back to you. The saccharine smile that starts to form on your face is starting to annoy him.

"Hey. If ya didn't try ta blackmail me, I would have agreed to tutor ya." You mock, smirking at the now openly irritated Suna, who tries to keep a forced smile on his face.

Suna's eyebrow twitches. He leans forward and places his elbows on the table, a subtle sign that he's not backing down and he's certainly not in your debt. "Looking forward to working with you, High and Mighty."

Crossing your legs, you giving Suna a closed eyed, sweet smile, mirroring his position. Lifting the meat bun to your mouth, you grin. "Likewise, Suna Rintarou."

The start of a deal. The start of a contract that will last for as long as Kita is in school.

His yellowish gray eyes meet your own.

What will become of the two of you at the end of the year?

….

"Wow, these meat buns are good."

"And you doubted me earlier."

A/N: and i thought chapter 5 was the longest LMAO i hope you enjoyed this chapter. you and suna finally make the deal, what shenanigans shall you stir up in the next chapters?

I changed the Fujiwara Group to Asagao Group bc, upon further research which i didnt do initially, theres something called the Fujiwara Group already and THIS FIC IS NOT AFFILIATED OKAY PLS DONT HATE ME 😭

#suna x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna x female reader #haikyuu x fem!reader #miya atsumu #miya osamu #please teach me how to be a girlfriend #shu writes

[monty-glasses-roxy]

Quick! Talk about Freddy like he’s your favorite!

Oh boy um

He has so much potential!! I look at him and turgle him because he's got so much he can be and so much he can do!!!

He's a bean! Bear shaped! He deserves to roar and no one can tell me otherwise. He has a little chewing stim but it's very much geared towards wood so sometimes he'll just show up after Monty or Roxy have wrecked a place like "Hey did you break the good stuff?" and they give him any wooden stuff they found.

He wants to change his look so bad but he's the mascot he's not allowed to do that. Has definitely lent Roxy and Chica his top hat and tie before in trade for spiked collars and bows. He's got an old fashioned sense of fashion and this both amuses and infuriates Bonnie.

While he doesn't often have the braincell, he's not typically the one causing chaos. He will sit and watch with a bucket of popcorn, warning the others about what they're doing and advising against it but not actively stopping them. He helps them clean up after whatever catastrophe they caused this time though.

This bear is the Poker Master. He's so good at poker. He's a secret gambler and will bet on any game they're playing because he feels it adds a level of risk to things that he enjoys and it's not like he has much to lose but a couple of bottle caps and his time. Seriously, don't challenge this guy at poker. He is too good.

He loves space! He may not get up to trouble but he broke the lock on the doors to the roof so he could see the stars. He and the others can sit up there for hours, just talking and chilling. He knows so much about space, he rattles off facts about planets and solar systems at the drop of a hat and will gladly infodump for hours and hours on end. The others like to set him off talking about it because he's pretty quiet until he's on that particular subject. Fazbear Ent did a space event once and they had pictures of the planets on artwork and Freddy got so mad that they got the colour of Neptune slightly too green and after a few days of glaring at it he caved. He went and asked Roxy and/or Foxy to fix it and gave them the exact hexcode Neptune should be and they spent the whole night working to get it just right for him. He had a permanent smile for the rest of the event.

He loves those glitter gel pens because when he writes with them it looks like he's writing with little tiny stars. He frequently joins Sunny for craft times and what not and likes betting on how long it'll take before Roxy and Bonnie start loudly singing along to a song as they dance at a party. He absolutely thought they were a thing for a while and that's saying something because in terms of romance? This guy is dense as bricks. Flirts fly over his head and he doesn't get many of the rude jokes the others say.

If Freddy and the others can eat? He loves making ice cream and he brings them to everyone based on how bad he thinks the day has been. He knows everyone's favourite flavours and toppings and has a dragons hoard of sprinkles in his room somewhere that he busts out on particularly bad days and special occasions.

He's very prone to the Floor Mood. The mood in which you lie on the floor to solve your problems and stare listlessly up at the ceiling. He's not much of a leader, often taking a backseat except when in his element but even then, it's a very flat team structure. He's not great at asking for help and it can take him weeks to go to Roxy about a technical problem he's experiencing unless she notices first. Has probably done that thing where they exaggerate their problem slightly so that its more noticeable just so he doesn't have to ask himself. He does this in moderation though and only when he's having a real tough time asking.

He's a bit clumsy and if he ever wants somethig he can't access himself for whatever reason, he will come up with some of the most bizarre solutions you've ever seen but still work. It's truly baffling sometimes how he comes up with this stuff sometimes.

#glamrock freddy #fnaf security breach #pop rox answers #/chill

[chuulyssa]

hai i rly like ur writing matt (mail) x fem reader smut pleaseee :3

yours. (matt)

↷ A/N ─ procrastinated too much on this one but its finally here! thank you for 1k notes :D abrupt ending once more but cough cough you love me

★ COUNT ─ 1.5k

!! TAGS ─ matt x reader, f!reader, smoking, mentions of stalking, cunnilingus, begging, unprotected sex, p in v

★ PROLOGUE ─ your boyfriend assures you that you're his one and only

SMUT, 18+, MDNI

"Did you hear me?" you snapped at Matt.

Matt continued his gaming session as if you were part of the wall, his eyes focusing on the computer screen. The room was a littered mess with food and cereal covering most of the cold hard floor. His foot tapped the ground rhythmically and he sat leaned back against the couch.

"I want you to stop stalking that woman," you said again, louder this time. When he still refused to answer, you shook his shoulders. "Mail Jeevas!"

Matt rolled his eyes and let out a long puff of his cigarette. Then he said groggily, not taking his eyes off the screen, "It's my job."

"To gawk at women on your computer all day?"

"Kinda?" he shrugged.

You were infuriated, to say the least.

"But it's not right!"

"I'm literally loyal to someone like Mello, and you call this a problem," he snorted, still not looking at you.

You kept quiet for some time, trying to come up with a good argument. But in reality, it wasn't the stalking that annoyed you. It was the fact that Misa Amane was a pretty woman. And Mello had himself told you that Matt described her as "cute". Your boyfriend was calling another girl beautiful behind your back. How could you not be upset about something like that?

As Matt continued his game, you felt a whirlwind of emotions; sad, angry, betrayed, jealous.

"Matt," you said in a small voice.

He glanced at you briefly before returning his attention to the screen. He seemed unfazed by your tone, almost as if he didn't care about you at all.

"You know what? Forget it," you muttered.

You turned to leave the room. But as you reached the doorway, something inside you snapped. No, you couldn't let this go. Not when he could be a potential cheater.

You marched back to where Matt sat, slamming your hand down on the desk, causing him to flinch slightly.

"What?" he asked irritatedly.

"You think this is funny, don't you?" you yelled. "Laughing behind my back about some other girl."

Matt's expression shifted from annoyance to confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Matt," you retorted, your voice rising. "I heard what you said about her."

Matt blinked. What the heck were you talking about?

And then it clicked.

He felt like he could burst with laughter. Of course, you were jealous.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" he smiled, but immediately dropped it when he saw your face.

Your body shook with fury. "Do you ever take anything seriously?"

He frowned. "You're being ridiculous and you know it, Y/N," he said indifferently. "If you have a problem with the girls that throw themselves at me, take it up with them. Don't drag me into your insecurities."

With that, he turned back to his game, and you stood in shock before promptly turning on your heel and left the room and slamming the door behind you. In your mind, you rolled your eyes. This wasn't over. He'd come back to you, clinging onto you and trying to make up.

-----

The door creaked open and you immediately closed your eyes, pretending to sleep. You didn't want to talk to him. Not after what he told you.

You heard him shuffle into the room and climb onto his side of the bed. He stayed silent, but you could feel him staring at your face in the dark. You closed your eyes tighter.

"Y/N?" he whispered. "Look, I'm sorry."

You said nothing. After a few moments, you felt him lean over and leave a gentle kiss on your forehead - an act he did not usually do.

"I love you, I swear," he said. "I'm sorry."

You wanted to tell him that you loved him too. But you didn't want to give in that easily. He had to work for it.

"Y/N, I know you're awake. Hear me out at least."

"I don't want to talk," you said in a low voice, eyes still shut tight.

"I'm sorry," he pleaded again. You felt him reach out to touch your arm, but you pulled away. "I can make it up to you, baby, please."

"No," you said, opening your eyes and crossing your arms.

"Please?" he gave you the puppy eyes. His hand reached behind your back and under your shirt, toying with the hook of your bra. You kept staring at him.

"Matt..."

"Hm?" he unclasped your bra with two fingers and pulled it off both your shoulders slowly.

"You're gonna regret this," you told him, but you knew he wouldn't. He wanted to make you happy, and all you wanted right now was him.

He smiled sweetly and brought his lips down to your neck, dragging them along your soft skin. Both his hands were now under your shirt, rubbing circles over your breasts.

"Please, Y/N," his tone had turned mocking now as he lifted himself up so that he could straddle you with ease. "Forgive me, darling."

His weight pressed upon you as he kissed various parts of your upper body, pulling your shirt off and probably leaving a large rip on the fabric.

"I'm sorry," his voice turned low and husky, his hand sliding down your stomach to the heat between your legs. Finding your clit, he began circling it with his fingers over the cloth of your shorts and panties, his other hand working to strip you off of those two as well.

"Matt," you breathed, but he shut you up by pressing his lips against yours.

Silently, he took the remaining clothes off you and pulled away merely to admire you for a second. Video games, smoking and you. That was all he wished to live for.

"I'll make it up to you, baby," he poured. "I'll fuck this pretty pussy for you."

Oh god. You were in deep trouble now.

"May I eat you out, baby?"

You felt your pussy throb at the idea of him going down on you. You shook your head hurriedly.

"Please?" He whined, kissing your nipples one by one.

"Ugh, yes, please," you felt yourself finally give jn. You wanted him.

"Thank you, cutie," he shifted his position so he now sat at the edge of the bed near your toes.

He brought his head down to your pussy and gave a single, long stroke of a lick. You arched your back at the wave of pleasure that followed.

"More," you pleaded.

"Relax, darling. I'm all yours."

Without warning, he began lapping, kissing and licking your pussy, making you shake your legs and wrap them around his waist.

"Matt, oh god."

He hummed in response before sliding three fingers inside you all at once. You screamed and quickly muffled it with your palm, not wanting anyone to walk in on you in such a vulnerable state. Matt, however, frowned and stopped his activity before pulling the fingers out from you. He dragged them along your pussy up to your nipples and pinched one of them.

"I want to hear you say that you forgive me," he cooed before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking on them.

You stared at him and nodded. He smiled and unbuckled his own belt. The look on his face was one of a little child who had finally managed to convince his parents to buy him a new toy. The innocent expression completely contradicted the manner in which he threw his pants and boxers off and pumped his dick a few times with his hands.

"You see this, baby?" He said. "I have to do it myself because you're still mad at me and won't do it for me."

You gripped the bedsheets tight. Oh how you wanted to push yourself onto his throbbing dick right now. You couldn't stand to see his dick being so close to you and not inside you yet.

"No, Matt, please," you begged.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me!" You yelled. "I swear I'm not mad at you. I need you inside me. Please, fuck me!"

He looked at you for a few long seconds.

"Can I smoke while I do it?"

"Anything!" You said desperately.

His face brightened up. "Okay!" He said, before shaking his tangled pants completely off him and thrusting inside you without warning. "Just kidding."

You screamed. It hurt, but the pleasure was enough to mask it. And if you had been in a better state right now, you'd have confiscated his video games for playing that dirty prank on you.

"So tight for me? Loosen up a little, can't you?" He joked, lifting both of your legs and tapping your ass gently. "I can barely fit in!"

You groaned. "Shut up."

He fastened his pace. "Do you forgive me, mommy?"

"Don't call me that," you snapped.

"Answer," he said sternly with a particularly hard thrust.

"Oh! Fuck, yes," you moaned as he continued pumping his pulsing dick in and out of you. "Matt! Yes!"

"What was that?" He raised his eyebrows and doubled his speed. "You forgive me?"

"Yes, yes, ugh, I love you," you kicked in the air multiple times.

"I'm flattered," he half-smiled.

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[just-another-sim]

 After making some shocking connections, Emily figured the first place she’d call was the police- specifically, officer Reese.  Emily: “You really think there’s nothing the station can do? Hire detectives? Look at the case files again- I mean come on! You can’t tell me that you guys didn’t know.” Reese realized he might have risked his job by saying this, but he felt such empanty for the families he had left in the dark.  Reese: “Okay, okay. We knew. I- the city counsel just told us not to cover the deaths- they told us not to investigate. I never knew why. I still don’t.” Emily: “...” Reese: “But- you might want to try contacting the mayor himself. With this kind of info, you might want to go directly to him before going public. I wouldn’t want us to have to come after you. I’ll uh...put in a good word for you.” Emily: “Well...thank you, Reese. Bye-bye.” Emily found the mayer’s office number and ended up scheduling a meeting with him personally. She was nervous presenting what she knew she had to write about, but might face trouble for doing so.  John: “Emily McRay! Nice to meet you.” Emily: “Mr. Henford. Thank you for meeting with me.” They sat down and Emily placed the case files on his desk.  Emily: “Mr. Henford, the reason I’m here is-” John: “You think that you have the Famer’s Group deaths all figured out.” Emily: “I...just want answers. Why did you tell the police not to investigate these obvious murders? Why did you let these leaders hurt those innocent young people?” John looked surprisingly happy to be accused of such things. “Do you know the importance of marketing, Emily?” Emily: “Um...sure.” John: “To give you some history, Henford on Bagley has been a small town, well, quite a long time. However, our marketing to other areas has always caused more traffic than we like. Visitors, potential home-owners and the like.” Emily: “What does that have to do with-” John: “We’re a small, farming town. Do you know what young people do? They get married, have families. Increase our population. Getting these young farmers to come out to the group, well...lead them somewhere they don’t do any of that. They won’t have the chance.” Emily was infuriated. “So you keeping this town marketable is a good reason to let innocent people die?! My own sister?! She loved farming and wanted to do something good for this city and it cost her her life.” John: “You truly think that the people of Henford will believe all of this?” he laughed. “My family has been in office for decades. The town trusts us. Tell you what- if you put this story out and people don’t believe you, I’ll have the court decide what to do with your defamation case against us. If they do, well. maybe it’s time I accept the consequences.” Emily: “Deal. You’ll regret this.” Emily was never so sure that she was in the right. She knew that people would believe this story- or at least she really hoped. It did sound crazy- a green lit program to control the population, the Henford family being in on it for generations, the last leader taking it too far and killing all at once. They were going to lose control at some point of hiding the evidence; Emily was just expediting the process.   

#jas

[kiame-sama]

28 Years (5th Pregnancy)- Yandere!Silva x Reader

Warnings; yandere relationship, yandere tendencies, yandere behavior, yandere, mention of past trauma, pregnancy, c-section, more arguing, vasectomy, Zeno is so done with his son's bullshit

"No. We are not doing this again. I won't allow it!" "Hey, I told you how to fix this from ever happening again." "I did use protection. It clearly didn't work." "I didn't say 'use protection' did I? I said you should get a vasectomy since it's clear that regular protection and emergency medication doesn't work!" "I shouldn't have to-"

"ENOUGH!"

You and Silva fell silent at the firm and loud command from Zeno, looking over at the frustrated elder assassin. He happened to be holding young Alluka in his arms while the infant whined and cried from all the noise, compelling you to take the young child and set to comforting the infant. Alluka quickly quieted once in your grasp and allowed you to return your attention to the matter at hand, the new heartbeat that originated from within you.

You had been trying to avoid a third pregnancy given your prior back-to-back pregnancies and your already fragile health, yet here you were with another infant growing within you. You assumed something like this would happen, given your past attempts with contraceptives and how little they actually worked. Naturally, you suggested Silva have a vasectomy as it was not only a surefire way, but also a reversible surgery.

Originally, you suggested getting your tubes tied despite the danger that came with it but Silva quickly shot down the idea with his usual explanation of not wanting to lose you. Silva knew somewhere in him that the typical contraceptives wouldn't work, given the fact that he had used several similar methods to trigger a termination of prior pregnancies you were unaware of. He had hoped in some way that your body hadn't built up a resistance to them, but he also knew it was going to happen eventually.

He did plan on undergoing a vasectomy when you had first suggested it, but he quickly forgot about it in favor of getting to finally fuck you senseless now that your body had somewhat recovered after your most recent pregnancy. He had just been so relieved you were able to be brought back from your cardiac arrest following his mistake of once again taking your child away, and couldn't help himself from indulging in his favorite pass-time; fucking you. It was clear to everyone how addicted Silva was to you, in the way he would always return to your side after a job, how he would guard you jealously from anyone other than himself.

He was so whipped for you.

But now, you had a serious choice to make for your future and the future of the life already growing within you. It wasn't hard to guess what Silva wants to have happen, and some part of you agreed after enduring all that you had. Yet... You still felt that maternal connection already forming, wanting to protect all of your children from Silva, even the new child within you that had yet to take even a first breath.

"You're not keeping it." "Yes, I am." "No. I won't tolerate this again!" "Good thing you aren't the one who has to tolerate it. Last time I checked, its my body that goes through all the strain and effort of pregnancy, not your’s." "Are you doing this just to hurt yourself? To try and exhaust your body to the point of death?" "... Again, last time I checked, I wasn't the cause of my heart stopping." "..."

Silva stood silently, passive expression on his face as he wrestled with his own mind over the matter at hand. On one side, you were right; he was the reason he almost lost you, he's been the reason every single time. Even if it was complications during birth, it was still his fault entirely for getting you pregnant in the first place. On the other, he knew the immense toll another pregnancy will have on your body and the chances of you dying during birth increased with each one. The odds were not good.

It was then Silva spoke, his voice gentle and not at all like what you were expecting him to growl out with. It was the voice you scarcely heard on those far and few between days Silva would be truly gentle in every way, usually reserved for when he decided to honestly apologize to you for something. He was proud and cold, but there were those moments when that pride was set aside, when he would actually explain how he felt instead of leaving it at short sentences that never offered answers.

"(Y/n), don't do this again. Don't stubbornly hold on to this one. I know you already love it, as you love all of our children, and you will always fight for their safety no matter what, but for once you need to let me win. Let it go." "... If I say 'no', will you take it from me anyway?" "(Y/n)..." "Are you going to take my baby away from me again, Silva?" "..."

A soft sigh left Silva's lips as he frowned, knowing you were going to win the argument regardless of what he said or did. He knew he owed you more than he could give and there was no way he would force you to give the child up. If you truly wanted to keep it, he wouldn't be able to convince you otherwise. Still didn't mean he had to like it.

"There is no sense in saying the obvious or telling you the risks you run having another baby so soon after your two prior pregnancies." "I know..."

Zeno hummed in a contemplative way, knowing Silva would refuse to go out on a job while you are pregnant and he had already refused to leave the Zoldyck estate in favor of keeping an eye on you. Given how intensely and fiercely he protected you, Zeno knew the immense toll the pregnancies have taken on Silva as well as you. But no one in the family wanted a repeat of the events that took place after Silva had taken Alluka away from you without telling you.

It was going to be a long eight months.

~~~~Four Months~~~~

"You need to sleep, (y/n)." "But what if something happens?" "Nothing is going to happen." "You don't know that..."

Silva frowned as he watched you pace in front of the couch in your shared rooms, chewing on your lip as you cradled your youngest in your arms. The child had already fallen asleep in your arms an hour ago, yet you still held on securely and refused to set your baby down for even a moment. Silva had seen the way you reacted to Illumi being taken and the subsequent over protective behavior you showed once you got him back in your arms.

Your behavior now was similar to how you behaved then, refusing to let your infant out of your sight to the point of impacting your health negatively. Silva knew you were reacting the way you were because of how he had managed to take Alluka from you in the first place. He had taken Alluka while you were sleeping even though you slept with the infant swaddled in a pile of blankets in your arms, so now you refused to sleep in fear Alluka would disappear from your arms once again.

Now he had to face the lasting consequences of his actions in the form of soothing you to the point of trusting him once more. It was going to take a while, however, as Silva had broken your already fragile trust yet again by stealing away your newborn, so it was unlikely he would be able to get you to trust him completely any time soon. Instead of the trust he once had, he had to watch you slip away into anxiety driven behavior due to his careless and selfish behavior.

It was driving him mad to watch you slip into such frenzied behavior, especially given the fact that you were enduring your third pregnancy in a row. Not only did you need sleep now more than ever, but you also had been refusing food in favor of feeding Alluka instead. It infuriated Silva to no end, as he had no choice but to let your anxious behavior play out until you calmed down once more. He wasn't going to chance doing anything that may be upsetting to you, but that also meant he wasn't going to force you to rest no matter how much he wanted to.

"At least sit down, (y/n)." "With you? No. No, not again." "I swear to you, I won't take-" "You've said that before, and it didn't stop you from taking Alluka away from me." "I'm aware I made a mistake, but I assure you-" "No."

It was going to be a long four months until you gave birth again and potentially trusted him once more.

~~~~Six Months~~~~

You hummed as you looked down at where your darling Alluka slept, curled up and held securely in the arms of Illumi. Silva had reached a breaking point when it came to your anxious and stressed behavior, deciding to allow Illumi to be by your side consistently so you would finally relax and get some much needed sleep. The presence of your eldest nearby did wonders to soothe you, trusting in your son to take care of his little sibling and keep Silva from stealing the infant away.

Though Silva disliked the fact that he had to share your attention and affection with his eldest son, the alternative was far worse in his opinion. You had gotten to the point of rarely sleeping so you could ensure Silva could not steal your baby away, draining yourself immensely in the process to the point you were not only rapidly losing weight, but you were becoming far less coordinated by the day. When enough was enough, he consulted his father on what his next step should be and the answer was obvious; let Illumi help take care of your wellbeing.

Your eldest practically jumped at the chance to spend unlimited amounts of time with you, not even perturbed by the fact that he had to take care of his youngest sibling. An extra cot was added into the bedroom, allowing Illumi to be present for around the clock assistance in child-care and to give you the added comfort of having your most trusted son nearby. You ensured to teach him how to properly hold an infant and how to soothe Alluka's fussing relatively quickly, only strengthening your motherly bond with Illumi by allowing you to put full faith in him with Alluka's well-being.

For once, Silva's plan worked like a charm. Not only did you finally start catching up on the rest you needed, you began to eat your meals with Illumi and therefore began to eat regularly once more. Along with your physical health, your mental health began to improve as well. You started smiling and talking more, resting with surprising ease in the arms of the very man you refused to so much as blink around only weeks prior.

Thanks to your teachings, Illumi was a rather brilliant nanny in your stead. Alluka would hardly make a peep when held in the comforting arms of Illumi and similarly, Illumi would make little to no noise while caring for his sibling. Even if he had more responsibilities with taking care of Alluka, Illumi wouldn't trade that time for anything in the world. He could spend time with you, talk with you, relax in your maternal love and affection.

Truly it was a win for all three of you. Alluka was always cared for. Illumi was finally able to spend more time with you. You were able to relax for the first time in who knows how long. Even Silva had relatively few losses, given how much more affectionate you were with him now you knew your infant was safe.

~~~~Eight Months~~~~

Silva paced outside of the delivery room, looking up almost every minute to check the time before resuming his endless pacing. He was much like a caged lion or bear, pacing just to pass the time and to do something other than sit still. He certainly was far more dangerous than any of those animals combined, only serving to add a rather pointed reminder to any doctor of what their fate would be should they fail.

But that was the whole purpose of this endeavor, to ensure nothing failed. Surely nothing could have gone wrong with all the precautions that were put into place.

Surely.

Either way, the long time it was taking only served to make Silva more anxious and his presence all the more intimidating. It in truth had only been a few hours since you went under so the doctors could perform a c-section to safely deliver what would be your fifth child. After the close calls with both Killua and Alluka as well as the fact this was your third back-to-back pregnancy, Silva wanted to take no chances with your life.

A c-section was how Killua and Alluka ultimately had to be delivered despite the fact you were able to have a 'typical' birth with Illumi and Milluki, so naturally it would only make sense for your fifth child to be delivered via c-section. It didn't sit well with Silva, however. Nothing would sit well with him until you were safely out of surgery and in his arms.

But what was taking so damn long?

"For fuck's sake, Silva, sit down. Pacing doesn't make it go faster and intimidating the doctors will only make it more likely for them to mess up." "Their lives are forfeit if they so much as make a single mistake." "And they know this. They've known this. All you're doing is adding another element no one wants to deal with."

Despite his father's chiding words, Silva continued to pace and glare at nothing in particular. Where it always seemed as if the man had a scowl on his face, it seemed ten times worse given he was actually scowling. The moment the door opened, Silva was pushing past the frightened doctor and into the room where his wife lay motionless.

For a moment, Silva felt an honest pang of fear in his chest when he saw you were not awake, the ever present beep of the EKG soothed him to know you were still alive and merely unconscious. The doctors all scattered like frightened rats, scurrying away from the intimidating mountain of a man who silently pulled up a chair, sitting by your side and refusing to take his eyes off of you.

Zeno, Maha, Milluki, and Illumi entered the room in a much calmer manner as they also came to stand around you. Alluka had been moved into Zeno's care given the impending delivery of the new addition to the family, and Illumi stood ready to receive the newborn and care for it while you recovered. Everyone had been preparing for the newborn in their own way, from the butlers ensuring the utmost safety to Zeno taking over Alluka's care, it seemed everything was finally prepared for and taken into account.

Meanwhile, in the past month, Silva had finally undergone a vasectomy so there would be no further chance of yet another pregnancy threatening your future with him. It was possible that it could be reversed and so it was the only surefire way no unexpected pregnancy would happen again. Where Silva felt he would have no reason to reverse the change since he already had five children, the option was always still available should something ever come up.

Perhaps finally there could be peace in the house. At least, peaceful enough no sudden pregnancy could threaten your life. Now all that needed to happen was getting the new infant out before Silva could finally have you all to himself once again.

He could wait. He could wait as long as he needed to. Because in the end, you would always be his.

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