#japan candy box

[goobersplat]

Japanese Squishy Candy Keychains!

Set One, Set Two

(Image ID: Sets of keychain charms that mimic bags of candy from a Japanese blind box set.)

#png #transparent #nostalgiacore #kidcore #nostalgia #toycore #toywave #toys #kawaii #gashapon #blind box #candy #Japan #fake food #keychian

[pulporila]

Mockup magazine advertising WVBA's women division, mostly based on the 4 temperaments and rebooting 2 preexisting obscure characters (+ pseudo Shinobu Kandori). Backstories and sketches below:

After spending months on programming the perfect artificial coach, Alice had completely neglected the physical training itself. It's a (painful) work in progress, as her only remarkable qualities are her height and intelligence.

As the name suggests, Arm Candy used to be a well-known ring girl in the WVBA, until ultimately getting dumped by a boxer. However, she would manage to reach World Circuit in just a matter of three years, sacrificing her all positive reputation to be the headcase that she is nowadays.

Once a judoka and now the champion of the World Circuit, Kandori's jolly attitude is off-putting to many, and relieving to a few. Though it's well known that she has no preference when it comes to size or sex: every oponent is a step closer to becoming Japan's strongest woman.

Succumbing to the competitiveness against her brother, Rory chose to box despite having practiced collar and elbow back in her homeland. That's why her fights are prone to irish leglocks and uncalled kicks to the face, if she's in a particularly bad mood.

(Have a logo blatantly copied from All Star Dreamslam :D)

#punch out #my art #art #fanart #oc #punch out!! #vintage #nintendo #artists on tumblr #original character #punch out oc #arm candy #arm wrestling punch out #alice & ape III #aran ryan #shinobu kandori #boxing #japan #punchout #パンチアウト #パンチアウト!! #digital art #magazine #mockup #concept art #sketches #wrestling #pro wrestling #神取 忍

[wildbeautifuldamned]

CUTE! VINTAGE JAPAN Large Red House Christmas Music Box Cardboard With Snow EBAY wildan_6341

#ornament #christmas ornament #HOUSE #pinecone #japanese #japan #BOX #music box #SLEIGH #santa #reindeer #deer #candy cane #putz

[shepherds-of-haven]

in a high school/anime slice of life au, what would the ros do for valentines day? and i don't mean what would they do for a date, i mean who's making homemade chocolates for their crush and confessing on the day of, who's ignoring the whole thing, who's returning the favor on white day??

Ooh, interesting question!

(For those not familiar, in Japan (and therefore in slice-of-life anime), Valentine's Day is typically when girls give chocolate/sweets either as giri chocolate (obligation/courtesy gifts) or honmei (gifts intended to be received as a romantic gesture), and on White Day one month later, boys are supposed to repay or return the gifts they received on Valentine's Day back to the girls, sometimes with the thought that their 'return gift' should be 2-3x the value of the original.)

As for how the characters would react if they were in this kind of slice-of-life high school anime AU...

Blade: he would be so indifferent to these holidays lol I'm not even completely sure he would be aware they existed? He'd certainly reject any gifts he received from people he didn't know, and he'd "return" the gesture on White Day with the absolute bare minimum (like a little store-bought bag of chocolates) because his mom forced him to or something

Trouble: "oh damn, I love chocolate! Thanks!" :D

*completely oblivious that this gesture could be anything but friendly, inadvertently and ruthlessly crushing the hopes of several admirers*

He'd attempt to bake his own chocolates at home for White Day, but they'd end up looking so nasty and mutilated-looking, like

They'd actually taste decent, though!!

Tallys: she would bake elegant little cookies or brownies purely as courtesy or giri gifts for all of her friends, of all genders, but she might secretly slip in something special (like a heart-shaped cookie) into the bag of the person she secretly had a crush on! No one would ever know, though!

Shery: she would make the CUTEST cookies and chocolates in little pastel-wrapped baggies for all of her girlfriends 🥹 She'll give some to the boys too, but it's more like a "oh I just had so many left over, please enjoy 🥰" because it's the female friendships in high school she'd treasure the most, and she wouldn't want any boys to get the wrong idea!! These gifts would be so perfect that they'd be the envy of all who saw them!

Riel: he wouldn't pay any attention to the holiday whatsoever (until he got a box of chocolates from some hopeful first-year and brutally rejected them out-of-hand so as not to waste anyone's time...) He gives off an intimidating aura, but would actually really appreciate receiving little candies and sweets and things as giri choco from people like Tallys or Shery because he LOVES sugar, so he would use these as fuel for his late-night cram sessions! 👓 For White Day, he'd buy them expensive, thoughtfully-chosen white-gold jewelry, because Riel Syndran ALWAYS surpasses expectations!!! If you give him a gift he'll return it six-fold, not just two or three times in value!!!

Chase: realistically, he'd probably be swamped with gifts on Valentine's Day and bombarded with all kinds of confessions, and he'd probably indiscriminately accept each and every one of them with a big grin and an easygoing demeanor that would just make more and more people feel like it's safe to confess to him because he seems so receptive to it! Realistically, though, he could be ambling down the hall loaded up with flowers and chocolate and see someone like crying in a nook because they got rejected (like by Blade or Riel lol), and he'd stop to have a chat with them and would probably hand them a bouquet of flowers, like "Here, I don't need it! Cheer up!" --Inadvertently winning himself yet another heart. I think he would sincerely appreciate and enjoy the gestures, but the materials themselves wouldn't, like, mean anything to him specifically, if that makes any sense. Ironically he'd probably treasure even giri chocolate from close friends way more than romantic honmei from near-strangers, and his reaction to the gifts from friends would be markedly different and more excitable (usually for trolling purposes, but also sincere enthusiasm). Like getting chocolate from a random admirer would be like "Oh, thanks so much, I appreciate it! :)" whereas getting some chocolate from Briony or Trouble or Blade would be really dramatic and embarrassing, like "REALLY??? YOU MADE THIS FOR ME??? 🥹🥹 I DIDN'T KNOW YOU LOVED ME SO MUCH 🥹🥹 Ahhhh I knew you had a soft spot for me~~~ I'm so happy right now~~~ 🥰❤️"

For White Day, I feel like he'd just pretend he "forgot" about the holiday to dodge having to show favoritism to any one admirer/suitor, lol, so none of his romantic pursuers would get anything--but somehow he'd get away with it due to his 'lovable scamp' reputation! He'd probably treat his friends to dinner or something to repay them for their giri chocolate, though!

Red: Like Chase, he would politely accept each and every Valentine's Day gift offered to him, regardless of its implicit meaning, which inevitably would lead to all sorts of messy romantic entanglements and misunderstandings that Pan and Neon would give him hell over. "Why the hell did you accept chocolate from that girl if she said she likes you??" "Well, she made it herself, it seemed rude to just reject it..." "BUT NOW SHE THINKS YOU'RE DATING, AND SO DOES THE OTHER ONE WHO GAVE YOU CHOCOLATE" "yeah I'll probably have to clarify at some point..." "SOME POINT"

He's very conscientious about returning the gesture on White Day, though he tries to be as "neutral" about it as possible (i.e. getting everyone the same generic gift en masse) so as to avoid the situations he got himself into last month! (coward)

Ayla: YAWN, Valentine's Day is just a capitalist holiday designed to sell candy and sugar!! She's not the biggest fan of sweets, so she's whatever about this holiday and White Day. You're definitely not going to catch her dead preparing or giving anyone stupid chocolates... What a waste of time!! So cringey!!

But she is curiously a bit more clingy towards her gal pals on this day and is like "can't we just go to dinner/have a sleepover, just us, and forget about all this? 😒"--leading to some to suspect that it all might make her feel a bit insecure, worrying that her precious friends are going to get into relationships or fall in love or receive admirer's chocolate and and leave her behind!!

Briony: THIS IS HER FAVORITE THING EVER, she's so excited about this holiday!!! She might be the only one in the entire group who would consider using Valentine's Day as a way of expressing her feelings or confessing her crush to the object of her affections by making them a special gift... it would look a good deal shabbier and more homemade than Shery or Tallys or Lavinet's offerings--she couldn't temper the chocolate to make it shiny, so it looks a bit dull and claggy--but the heart is definitely there!! Whether or not she actually has a crush on anyone, though, she's going to go all-out and make as many gifts for her friends and classmates to show her appreciation and love towards them as well! She'd be the classroom's little Valentine's Day fairy, floating around and trying to spread Valentine's cheer!

"Riel, aren't you going to wear a heart pin on your lapel, the class rep passed them out so we could celebrate--"

"No"

"But--"

"Purposefully make a hole in my blazer? Are you insane? The colors don't even match"

"But it's Valentine's Day! 🥺"

Lavinet: huhuhu, this holiday is her time to bask in the attention, because she inevitably gets a lot of gifts and chocolates from admirers every year! 😎 However, she'll only buy expensive, elegant chocolates for her friends (she won't make them herself) and then she'll wait and see what the object of her affection does on that day. She doesn't want to chase too hard or obviously!!! If the crush does something nice for her (even though Valentine's Day is traditionally when she should offer a gift), then she might whip out a very sleek, wrapped gift and carelessly say something like, "I saw this and thought of you! (AKA Don't read too much into it!)" But, of course, him being the only person to receive such a gift from her would be a sign in and of itself...

If he doesn't do anything worthy of her gift that day, she keeps it for herself and eats it without ever telling anyone it existed in the first place LOL

Halek: he probably skips school that day because he overslept and just decided the day was a lost cause, so he successfully dodges both Valentine's Day and White Day. 😂 If he doesn't, he makes the most badass, haute-couture, gastro-molecular confections and treats, is eager to show them off to as many of his friends and classmates as possible, then overthinks it because someone (Naolin) is like "Are you sure you want to give that to so-and-so, the level of attention and detail you put into that might give them the wrong idea of your intentions..." So then he ends up only giving it to, like, Trouble, who as the safest option is like "DUDE THIS IS SICK" and then scarfs it down without appreciating the artistry of it 😭😭 Meanwhile Chase is still like "do... do you have a crush on Trouble??" Red: "yeah there were gelee pearls on top of that handmade profiterole, he definitely does"

#Shepherds of Haven #Valentine's Day #White Day #AU #modern AU #high school AU #anime AU #slice-of-life AU #slice of life AU #slice of life #all characters

[thepaperpanda]

Chocolates || Keigo Takami x fem!reader

Masterlist

Summary:  As the second most popular hero in Japan, Hawks receives numerous Valentine's Day gifts, which can make you feel a bit uncertain about the gift you've chosen for him.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1110

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

It was hard to believe. Your day was spent making your own chocolate for Keigo, but here you were facing your flat's doors, staring at the mountain of gifts. It's kind of what you expected. It was Valentine's Day and your man was the number two hero in all of Japan, so of course everyone sent him gifts. The majority of them look more expensive than yours. And to make matters worse, he appeared quite happy and amused by this fact.

While slowly moving the boxes inside the flat, he asked, "Can you see those?" His voice was filled with happiness. "People truly love me and those are the only perks of being number two that I can adapt to," he joked, but stopped, watching your rather unhappy expression. "What? Aren't you happy?"

As you looked at the boxes, you felt more and more ashamed.  As you shifted your bag onto your back, you fake smiled at him. "As a matter of fact, my boyfriend is the second-best hero."

A smug smile crossed his lips as he agreed. "That's true." 

As soon as Hawks finished moving all the packages into the flat, he closed the door and began peering through them to see what he had received. "Look at that, Y/N! I think we will have chocolate for half a year."

Before reading the card aloud, you muttered, "Well...," and looked at one of the boxes. "For my one and only hero. Oh, how cute." 

He approached you, smiled a little too triumphantly, and put his arm around your shoulders. "Hey, smile at me. The fact they are all addressed to me doesn't change the fact I am sharing them with my one and only girl."

You cringed a bit. "C'mon, they're all yours. Girls sent them to their beloved Hawks, not Hawks and his girlfriend. In all honesty, I am jealous."

"My babyboo is jealous of me!" He mused and kissed your cheek.

"How could I not?!" You demanded, angrily. "Look at those! Some of those are more expensive than what I made."

"And what did you get for me on the occasion of Valentine's Day?"

With a sigh, you glanced at the boxes again and thought, "I got you something nice, but as I look at all the gifts, it does not seem that pleasant anymore. Since I'm tired, I'm going to the bedroom."

"Come on, before that, I want to see what did you get for me, I'm more than sure it's something fancy and beautiful."

As you sigh, you reached into your bag and pulled out a nice, hand-made box. "Today, I went to my best friend's house and she was making chocolates for her man. I decided to try it too."

To examine the box, he drew nearer. "Is there chocolate inside?"

"No. I made you a box to keep all those feathers you lose every day," you replied sarcastically. "Of course it's chocolate inside, sweetie. What else could it be?”

Keigo chuckled while tapping your nose with his gloved palm despite the sarcasm in your tone. "Perhaps an engagement ring? Since I am aware of your openness, I believe I can expect anything from you. You know I love sweets, but because there's chocolate in, I'm even happier, even though you're the sweetest candy of them all."

You rolled your eyes, groaning and crossing your arms over your chest as you blushed. "In this pile of fan mail, there must be an engagement ring somewhere, I bet."

"Good. We can sell it then!"

Then you burst into laughter, covering your mouth in delight.

"What!"

"Nothing! Just... It will be weird if a pro suddenly starts selling engagement rings," you laughed and turned your attention to him. "Let's change, and we can eat those chocolates on the balcony. I'm curious and scared to see how they turn out."

"I believe they'll be delicious, but I don't know if you should eat them.”

"And why is that?” You raised an eyebrow curiously.

He took hold of your plan and brought it to his lips, kissing it. "You are aware of my affection for you. And while eating chocolate can help your brain produce endorphins, it can also lead you to gain weight. I'm just worried about your well-being."

With your eye twitching from anger, you commented, "I'm afraid I may end up in jail for murdering Japan's number two. Are you trying to say that I am fat, and you don't want me to gain even more weight?” 

"You said that you're fat," he commented with a shrug. "I didn't say anything about you being too big."

Frowning, you grabbed the box from him. "I'll send those to Jeanist or even better, Endeavor himself. I'm sure he'll love them," you smiled at him. I don't want my favorite bird boy to get too heavy to fly. I'm just worried about your health and well-being," you mocked back.

"Ey! Give me my chocolate back!"

"My one and only hero needs to stay in tip-top shape!" You shrugged. "That means no chocolate for ya."

Keigo rushed for one of the boxes he had been given, opened it, and crammed a number of chocolate pralines into his mouth.

"It was obvious that you liked those more than mine," you sighed sadly. "Oh, well. It's time to change my boyfriend."

"So give me my gift back. I want to judge myself."

As you showed him your tongue, you said, "Okay... But I need a kiss in return."

He inhaled deeply, swallowed the pralines, and then walked over to give you a quick kiss on the lips. "Would you kindly let me in on a little secret right now? Did you add salty caramel to the chocolate you made? Tell me you did."

You shrugged with a cocky smile. "It may have happened, or it may not have happened. I think you'll need to find out for yourself, baby."

He snatched the box out of your hands and stuffed his mouth with two pieces of chocolate. A loud hum soon followed.

"Do you like it?" You walked up and took one for yourself..

"Aaaahhmmm mhhmm," he hummed, enjoying the salty taste spilling over his tongue.

You kissed his cheek, giggling. "Even I am happy now that they are excellent."

"Good? They're flawlessly fantastic."

You smiled and ruffled his messy hair, resting your head on his shoulder. "Happy Valentine's Day, Big Bird."

He ran the tip of his tongue along his lips, then planted a brief kiss on your cheek. "Okay. So now! While watching TV, let's examine the other chocolates I've received. Both of us merit some sweetness. Sweet Valentine's, honey."

#Keigo Takami #takami keigo #hawks #hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #hawks x y/n #keigo takami x y/n #my hero acedamia #mha #mha hawks #writers on tumblr #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #mha fiction #hawks imagine #paperpanda valentines’23 event

[magicshopaholic]

Epic (Taehyung x OC)

Summary: You ponder the wisdom of giving your ex-boyfriend a second chance.

Pairing: Taehyung x OC

Genre: Smut, angst

Word count: 8.7 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: language, making out, unprotected sex

A/N: Set two weeks after Trials and Temptation. Recommended to re-read Weekend Story before reading this.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @dreaming-with-happiness @faearchives @margopinkerton @purpleseoul7 @kflixnet (drop a message if you want to be added)

Listen to: “shinunoga e-wa” by fujii kaze

taehyung masterlist | main masterlist

It’s a lot colder than it should be this time of the year.

Clutching the mug close to her chest and trying to inhale the steam from it, Dilara shivers slightly in the open air of her balcony. Suzuka was colder - or maybe it felt that way because of the rain. Drenched to the bone, her skin feeling like ice, she recalls the faces in the crowd, many of which she was sure she was seeing for the last time.

A cold gust of wind blows and she shivers again. London is much colder than it should be. Or maybe it just feels that way.

It hasn’t rained yet today, fortunately; if she’s lucky, the sun might show its sorry face for a few minutes tomorrow afternoon. Dilara rubs her eyes tiredly and takes a sip of the hot coffee, letting it coat her throat. The jetlag has been creating havoc with her system, but despite that, she hasn’t been able to sleep since she returned last night, for obvious reasons. 

For the first time in months, she feels relaxed. Not physically, not even mentally - but her heart feels lighter, steadier than it has in ages, a sign of having done what’s right for her. There’s a word for this feeling, but it escapes her for the moment.

Dilara closes her eyes in the face of the chilly breeze. If she closes them tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her shoulders.

—

Suzuka, Japan (Two days earlier)

The candles crackle and the tiny flames morph into sparks. The cake glows for a moment before she blows them out to a cheer from the whole team.

“Happy birthday, Dilara!” 

“Happy birthday, Komyshan! Special weekend for it!”

“Love you, Dilara!”

The wishes from the team and the crowd of fans behind them are chaotic but sweet; extremely aware of the cameras, Dilara makes sure to wave and thank each person. She can’t eat the cake and she knows the team will understand; she gingerly picks a small piece of candy and bites the corner, hoping it will suffice.

It won’t last long, she knows. Another year older means only that: a year older, and a year closer to retirement. By the time pre-Qualifying formalities begin, no one will remember or care that it’s her birthday; it will be just her car and her Qualifying position that will matter.

Dilara prefers it that way. Her friends aren’t here and neither are her parents, and while Daniel Ricciardo had been sweet enough to have a cake with an unflattering picture of her own face on it sent to her garage while he cackled for the cameras at the McLaren garage, she would rather focus on nothing but racing this weekend.

Racing and the other thing, she thinks wryly as the cameras move away. From across the garage, she spots another spot interview taking place: a Japanese journalist, three members of a boyband and a group of fans in a circle around them with their phones out.

As if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye from over the journalist’s head. She doesn’t look away; it’s the closest they’ve come to finding a moment alone all weekend. For once, it’s not been on purpose.

At a quarter past midnight, a knock on her door revealed Jimin, brandishing a pink cardboard box and singing Happy birthday at the top of his voice, sounding angelic as ever. From behind him, Jungkook and Hoseok also appeared and they all barged into her suite, with Taehyung bringing up the rear. He was singing, too, albeit less dramatically, and looking thoroughly amused at his friends more than anything. He’d met her gaze and shrugged, as though telling her to just enjoy it

“Cupcakes!” Jimin revealed with a flourish and a sparkling smile. “Just like last time in Suzuka.”

Dilara didn’t know immediately why her heart skipped a painful beat. Maybe it was how casually he’d referred to last time in Suzuka, the weekend everything had begun once and for all; two years ago, this city, this circuit, this hotel, and all the memories that accompanied it. She saw Taehyung from the corner of her eye as well, gaze falling and biting his lip.

They didn’t stay for long; Dilara hoped to get a moment alone with Taehyung - for what, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t angry, she wasn’t hurt; it just felt as though the significance of Suzuka - Suzuka - was something only he understood. Unfortunately, Max, Charles and Daniel arrived at her suite then and the moment was gone. The members had hugged her one by one and left, Taehyung’s lingering for a moment longer.

Across the garage, dressed in a Louis Vuitton jacket and dark brown slacks, his hair long and elegantly falling on his forehead, he looks just as handsome as he had two years ago. 

It occurs to her with a jolt that this was exactly where they’d met for the first time. It had been a handful of members only then, too; she’d noticed the tall one with the cheekbones who had a gaze that pierced her. They hadn’t exchanged a single word, but it had been instantly electric.

The sky is overcast by the time Qualifying begins; thankfully, it doesn’t rain. It’s cold and windy but the adrenaline is in her veins, spurring her on in one of the most difficult tracks on the calendar. Two cars crash out and Max gets a penalty for an unsafe release from the pit lane, leaving Dilara to zoom ahead and cross the finish line with the best lap she’s ever driven. 

“How was that?” she asks into the radio immediately, braking slightly. The lights on her dashboard indicate that she’s stayed within track limits and the crash hasn’t resulted in a yellow flag, meaning her lap time wouldn’t have been deleted which would mean…

“That’s pole position, Dilara!”

“Yes! Yes!” Her own screams are mirrored by the team’s in the background, with Christian coming up on the radio.

“Congratulations, birthday girl,” he says in his trademark dry voice, but even she can detect the rare happiness in it. “Fabulous drive. Front row lock out.”

Even the fact that Max’s penalty still only brought him down to P2 doesn’t bother her; P1 in Suzuka, both Red Bulls at the front of the grid for the race tomorrow is better than she could’ve hoped. She parks and climbs out of the car, taking off her helmet and feeling the cool wind hit her instantly. The interviews have begun; P3 first, then P2 and then pole.

While she waits, hugging her team members as she passes, she does a double take when she spots her ex at the far end of the garage. Taehyung is beaming at her; this smile is one she hasn’t seen in a long time and she can’t help but return it. He can’t approach her with these many cameras around but it only makes her more determined to seek him out later today.

The official end to the Red Bull and BTS partnership is celebrated by a typical dinner at the hotel, a small, casual affair that Dilara knows will end early - or that she and Max, at least, can leave early. There are a few pictures, some multi-lingual toasts, but primarily an excuse for both parties to squeeze out one last night of PR.

“Why do you look so worried?” Jungkook sidles up to her without warning, two glasses of whiskey in his hand. “Do you need a drink?”

Dilara jumps slightly, standing up straighter from where she’s leaning against the French doors. “I’m not worried,” she says automatically.

“Your face looks worried.”

“That’s just my face. And I can’t drink; I have to race tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Jungkook stares at both glasses. “I’ll have to finish these myself, I guess.”

She frowns. “Since when do you drink whiskey?”

“I - Namjoon hyung said this is a good brand,” he answers earnestly. “He really likes it so I thought I’d - I’d try one. And if I hate it, I don't want to be the only one hating it,” he adds after a moment, pursing his lips self-consciously.

Dilara looks over at Namjoon a little way away standing with a couple of suits, Yoongi and Taehyung. Confirming Jungkook’s insight, he’s holding a glass of whiskey, looking appropriately enthusiastic with the stakeholders he’s talking to. 

Once again, as if on cue, Taehyung catches her eye and flashes her a small, private smile from across the garden. With one hand in the pocket of his slacks and the other holding an identical glass of whiskey, he looks taller and more adult than she can remember him in a long time.

She doesn’t realise she’s smiling back until Jungkook nudges her.

“Hey, Dilara, are you listening?” He clicks his tongue. “What do I do with the second whiskey?”

“Oh. Um -” She shakes her head, having lost track of what they were talking about. “Right. The whiskey. Maybe Jimin will like it,” she suggests, as the aforementioned member saunters up to them, blond hair glowing in the dim lighting outside.

“Jimin?” Jungkook wrinkles his nose and turns to him. “What about Jimin says he might like whiskey?”

“Okay, wow.” Jimin snatches one of the glasses and sniffs at it, automatically gagging. “I mean, it’s… strong. But I like whiskey,” he insists.

“No, you don’t…”

Dilara recognises this as her cue to exit this conversation and subtly begins walking up to where Taehyung’s conversation has just ended. She takes a few steps and immediately turns around, her heart hammering against her ribcage. 

“You know what,” she interrupts their bickering and takes the glass from Jimin. “Maybe I will take this.”

She takes a small sip and winces, but turns back around, hoping some liquid courage will do the trick. Most unfortunately, she’s accosted by a member of BTS’s team who tells her what a pleasure it was working with her.

“Oh! Of course, I - thank you, so much,” she stutters, taken a bit off guard.

“And congratulations on your race today,” she gushes.

“Qualifying, but - thank you so -”

“And happy birthday!”

Dilara continues to nod vigorously and pour out thank you after thank you, noticing from over her shoulder how Taehyung continues to maintain eye contact, looking amused. It’s unfair how handsome he looks; the long black hair, the simple black and white outfit - he looks like a dream, and Dilara finds herself wondering more and more if she shouldn’t just… leave things the way they are. A tentative, more or less amicable ending to this weekend might just be preferable to whatever is sure to ensue if they actually end up talking to each other.

But it’s Suzuka and the part of her that treasures the memories of that weekend more than anything won’t settle for such a half-hearted ending.

It seems impossible to navigate a moment alone with him, though, so Dilara eventually gives up, thinking it’ll happen when it has to. Towards the end of the night, when she’s sitting on one of the steps of the garden and looking out near the clearing where they had spent this exact night two years ago, Taehyung joins her.

“Hey,” he says, taking a seat next to her. It’s close enough that his cologne - Christian Dior Sauvage, she remembers with a jolt in her heart - wafts over, feeling like an invisible arm he’s put around her. “Happy birthday.”

Dilara clinks her glass with his empty one. “Thanks.”

“I didn’t know if I should get you anything.”

“That’s okay,” she says, realising only now that she’s glad he didn’t. “I’m not a huge fan of birthdays anyway.”

“Also, I’m not sure what I could get you that’s better than pole position.” Taehyung leans back on his hands, his jacket falling open just slightly, and nods appreciatively. “Congratulations. You were amazing.”

She feels her cheeks heat up as she smiles back. “Thanks. As you can see, I’ve been celebrating with the same glass of whiskey for, like, an hour and a half now.” She holds it up, the golden liquid swirling around at the bottom of the glass. 

“Well, that’s perfect,” he says seriously, “because the bar just closed.”

“Help yourself.”

He grins and takes the glass from her, finishing the drink in one smooth swig and placing it on his other side. “How have you been?”

Insane with worry at what’s going to happen. Dilara shrugs. “Okay. Suzuka is always stressful. Hey, tell me something,” she says quickly, looking deliberately at the ground. “Why are those guys staring at us like we’re about to explode?”

Taehyung glances over before turning back. “Want me to get rid of them?”

She bites her lip. “Irrespective of what our issues are,” she says softly, teasingly, “I’m not sure you can take Jungkook.”

He frowns, a little affronted. “I know other ways to get rid of Jungkook.”

She chuckles, watching Jungkook’s eyes widen when he realises he’s been caught staring. “That’s okay.” Getting rid of them won’t quite give her what she wants, not in Suzuka.

“Do you want to go for a drive?”

—

They slip out without any fuss; the dinner is winding up in any case and Max has already left. Without any need for discussion, they head exactly where they had the last time to rent a hotel car for a few hours.

Taehyung flashes the hotel employee a heart-stopping grin and effortlessly catches the key when he tosses it to him. He says something in Japanese and is about to open the driver’s door when Dilara slides in front of him and swipes the key out of his hand.

“You’ve been drinking,” she reminds him, brushing against him as she turns around and ducks into the car, waiting for him to climb in from the other side.

“I almost forgot,” he admits in a low voice, strapping himself in. “Uh-oh,” he mutters, looking at something and raising his eyebrows, “we’ve been spotted.”

Dilara leans over to look in the same direction to see Jimin whispering something to Hoseok before both of them burst into laughter.

“Damn it,” she mutters. “Our position has been compromised.”

“We need to get out of here.” Taehyung fixes her with a look and nods once. His features are angular as ever, his long hair obscuring his forehead. “Before they catch up to us.”

“Roger that.” Dilara moves the gear shift sharply and reverses out of the parking lot. “Keep a lookout, will you?”

He turns around as she drives out, head low and eyes narrowed. “They’re on our tail. Can you pick up the speed?”

“Can I ever,” she mutters, accelerating and smoothly speeding down the exit route and reaching the gate of the hotel. “Okay,” she says, as the guards move to slowly open the gates, “this isn’t helping.”

“Of course.” Taehyung nods. “They’re working for them.”

“Stalling us. It’s genius.”

“The gates are open. Go!” he exclaims suddenly. “We have to lose them!”

Dilara bites her lip, trying not to break character, and swerves out of the hotel, driving faster than she normally would. But Suzuka is a small city and the streets are empty so late at night; fuelled by Taehyung’s constant low chatter, partly in English and Korean, she races out of the block until they hit the highway.

“This car is lower on fuel than I thought,” she notes after a while. “We should stop soon. It’s late and I don’t think we want to stop at a petrol station…?”

“No, we don’t. I don’t think it’s the kind of PR our teams are looking for.”

Dilara chuckles and pulls over, a little way away from a small row of pubs, a couple of food stalls and what is ultimately a petrol station.

“Just for an emergency,” she says when he gives her a questioning look as they get out of the car. “I don’t think we can get Namjoon to rescue us this time.”

Taehyung laughs. “Probably not.” He runs his hands through his hair and tilts his face towards the breeze. “I think it’s going to rain. Smells like rain.”

“With my luck, it’ll probably rain right during the race,” she grumbles before shaking her head. “Nope. No psyching yourself out, Dilara.”

He raises an eyebrow but doesn’t comment on it. “Are you hungry? They’re selling Yakisoba over there,” he says, pointing to the food stalls.

“Um…” Dilara’s stomach rumbles a little. “I can’t,” she answers in disappointment. “Race day tomorrow. But if you get some, I’ll have a bite,” she offers with a radiant smile, giggling when he gently flicks her forehead and goes over to the stall.

He returns in a few minutes with a bowl of noodles and a tiny box of desserts, already inhaling the former and frowning deeply.

“Too spicy,” he gasps, immediately dropping the bowl in her hands and fanning his mouth. He doubles over and wheezes dramatically until Dilara nudges him.

“Seriously? So dramatic, Tae. Here, have one of these.” She pulls him to the side and sits on the sidewalk, tugging him down beside her. Placing the noodles on the ground, she opens the other box. “It should help.”

Taehyung takes a bite from her hand and chews it slowly, eyes fluttering shut as though he’s just consumed a drug. “Almost died,” he coughs, reaching for the noodles again. “Sure you don’t want a bite?”

“Are you sure you do?”

“I didn’t eat a lot at the hotel.”

“Fine, just -” She offers him the rest of the cake-type chocolate-filled thing so he can take another bite. “Eat them together.”

“Apart from the death spice, it’s pretty good,” he says through a mouthful of noodles.

“I’ll take your word for it.”

“One bite? Just a mushroom?”

“Oh, go on, then…”

He picks up a dainty little mushroom with his chopsticks and feeds it to her, simultaneously taking the last bite of the dessert. They share the meal like this until they’ve polished everything off, except for the last few pieces of the sweets. They aren’t very sugary and Dilara finds she doesn’t mind them very much.

“So,” she begins after a while, dusting off her hands, “what do you guys have for after this weekend? Once the PR thing is over?”

Taehyung’s eyes flicker for a moment. “Nothing much. We have a week off, thankfully.”

“Any plans?”

“Nope.” He pops a whole sweet into his mouth. “You?”

“Me, too.” She stretches and leans back on her hands. “A whole weekend off before Brazil. God, I can’t wait to do absolutely nothing all day.” She sighs happily when she remembers something. “Except Lexie is going to be back this week. She’s going to kill me at the gym,” she groans, falling back on the sidewalk with her hands on her face.

“And I’m the dramatic one? I thought you were looking forward to having her back,” he remarks, casually pulling her arm to help her back up.

“Of course I am,” she says, rolling her eyes. “She was supposed to be back this week but she has some stuff with her mom to sort out and…” She sighs hugely. “I don’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Makes sense,” he says, nodding and examining another sweet. “It can’t be easy to go through all that with the hospital and the insurance company. Plus with her dad back, it must be even harder to figure it out with divorced parents and all.” He looks up at her incredulous expression. “What?”

“How do you know any of those things?”

Taehyung is silent for a moment before shrugging. “You talk to my friends,” is all he says.

None of this makes any sense to Dilara. “You’re talking to Lexie?”

“Oh, no. No, no.” He shakes his head and chuckles disbelievingly. “Lexie hates me. I think.” He shrugs uncomfortably. “I’m a little terrified to ever talk to her again. No, I was talking to Chris.”

“Chris?” The last memory of Taehyung and Chris floats through her mind, of both of them at each other’s throats, ready to whip out their dicks. “What - how? Wait, why? Don’t you two hate each other?”

He gives her an unimpressed look. “No. Not everything’s about you, Lara.” He grins when she slaps his shoulder. “We have other things in common. For example, he’s also very confused about what to do for his girl’s birthday.”

She ignores the belated beat her heart skips. “Really? Lexie’s birthday isn’t for another month - you’re telling me Chris is already thinking about it? You’re telling me Chris actually remembers her birthday?” Dilara scoffs. “He wished me an hour ago, and only because he saw Red Bull’s post on Instagram.”

“Yeah, but he has feelings for Lexie,” he says nonchalantly. “He won’t admit it but it’s, like… quite obvious. I told him to give her space and let her come to him.”

“You and space,” she mutters, rolling her eyes. “I can’t believe you and Chris are talking about guy stuff. And I can’t believe you’re giving him advice,” she adds, jabbing him in the shoulder.

“He’s the one taking it.”

“Fair enough.” 

Dilara observes him for a moment, admiring how effortlessly his hair falls. Her own is a mass of thick, random waves; the weather in Suzuka this time of year makes it pointless for her to style her hair. Without thinking, she brushes his bangs out of his eyes. “Will you come to the race tomorrow?”

“If you want.”

“Okay, stop that.” 

“Stop what?”

“That,” she repeats. “Tell me what you want to do. Stop telling me what you think I want to hear.” She looks at her shoes, noting how his gaze is still trained on her. “Not here. Not tonight,” she murmurs, swallowing. “Tonight, just… just be you.”

Taehyung is silent for a moment and Dilara wonders if she’s ruined the mood, the rare, relaxed mood between them. She’s put it out there as explicitly as she could without saying it in exactly those words, how the clock is winding down and their future is hazy at best.

“I want to come,” he says, nodding. “I’ll be there.”

She nods back and he gives her a small smile. It feels marginally colder now; Dilara eyes Taehyung’s designer jacket, wishing she’d had the foresight to wear two layers. But then again, none of this was planned.

“Will you be okay?” she asks in a small voice, but she looks up at him. She needs to look at him for this. “If we don’t…”

It’s clear from how Taehyung stiffens that he needs no further elaboration. He swallows and exhales, a little shakily. 

“Uh… probably not. For a while. But I’ll get there,” he adds, making an attempt at a reassuring smile that seems more sad than anything. “I know it’s probably… I mean, I know I -” He breaks off and bites his lip, looking away. “It won’t be… a total surprise,” he finishes.

So he’s made his peace with it. Dilara waits for the anger she’d felt two weeks ago in Singapore, the absolute devastation and fear at the thought of Taehyung not finding this worth fighting for anymore. It doesn’t come, though; it’s only a hard, bittersweet relief that maybe, just maybe they’ll both be okay eventually.

She tries to picture what that would be like. No talking, no texting. Seeing only glimpses of him on YouTube and Instagram in his public persona because anything more would be too painful. Thinking about each other less frequently, swiping through their photos on the occasional trip down memory lane. 

She feels her jaw clench and her vision blur slightly. Never feeling each other again. One day, dating someone else. Falling in love, getting married. Seeing only another face for the rest of their lives.

It feels like a fever dream, like an intrusive thought that’s too absurd to be real. Is this why she’d suggested a drive away from the hotel? Was it for a few moments alone or was it to help her make the decision she’s been struggling with for weeks now?

“Let’s go get some lemonade.”

Taehyung’s voice brings her out of her depressing train of thought. Her heart still feels heavy; lemonade is quite literally the last thing she wants right now.

“Tae,” she starts to say, shaking her head, but he waves her off.

“Come,” he says, sounding a lot better than she feels. “Before it closes.” He makes a motion with his hand and abruptly stops, as though deciding against it. The next moment, however, he grabs her hand and pulls her up, interlinking his fingers with hers and starting to walk.

“Wow, really?”

“You wanted me to be me, right?”

To that, Dilara has nothing to say. After a moment’s hesitation, she squeezes his hand back.

—

It’s not lemonade. It’s light and sweet, but not overly so. Taehyung seems to like it more than she does, but Dilara drinks hers anyway. She’s still not sure what it is; the menu was written in all Japanese so her only option was to pick the most visually appealing one.

As she sips her pale pink drink, she leans backwards against the hood of the car and watches Taehyung take a picture of the sky, his dark coloured drink in the other hand.

“You can’t see anything in such a dark sky,” she informs him. 

“This is the best time to try and see something in the sky,” he argues, still looking up. “There are no lights anywhere else and we’re far away from any buildings.”

“I meant because of the pollution,” she reasons, but then gives up. It’s true that the place is dark now; all the food stalls and restaurants have closed and even the pubs at the end of the road are dimmer than they were sometime ago. The breeze is stronger and has the distinct scent of impending rain.

A ball of stress is starting to rise in the pit of her stomach. It makes her nauseous and she places her glass on the ground, trying to push the feeling down and focus on tonight.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” The answer is automatic; she doesn’t even look up.

The next time Taehyung speaks, it’s from much closer. “You look worried.” He touches her arm. “Is it the race?”

Among other things. “It’s going to rain,” she mutters. “Suzuka in the rain is…” Dilara sighs and presses the balls of her palms to her forehead. “… risky. And I can’t really afford any more bad races this year.”

“You’ve been in the top three in most of your races, haven’t you?” His confusion is evident in his words.

“Yes, but…” She closes her eyes, not sure how to explain that her worry transcends isolated races. “I’m a year older now. That means I’m one year closer to becoming a liability, in case I get married or start wanting to have babies or something.”

“Babies? You’re twenty-four.” 

“I got my first question on my plans to start a family when I was twenty-one, when I was still in F2.” She shakes her head. “Whether I intend to or not, I’m giving teams one more reason not to sign me. No one wants a driver that can suddenly go on maternity leave and leave them in the lurch.”

Taehyung scoffs, but it doesn’t sound directed at her. “You’re not serious.” 

“Ridiculous but true.” She sighs heavily and shakes her hair out of her face. “God, I hate birthdays,” she repeats.

He’s silent for a few seconds. Dilara can tell he’s still processing this, for she’s sure it’s not something he or any of the men she interacts with would have considered.

“Okay,” he says finally, taking a step closer to her and nudging her gently to look at him, which she grudgingly does. “Birthdays suck. Fortunately, you only have about two minutes left of your birthday,” he points out, showing her his phone screen.

“Wait, it’s almost midnight?” Dilara’s eyes widen. “We’ve been out here that long?”

“Wasn’t that bad, right?” he asks seriously. “Anyway, I know you can’t change being a year old but at least it won’t be your birthday tomorrow,” he reasons.

“Small victories. Only lasts twenty-four hours.”

“Yeah. And it’s almost over - so make the last minute a good one.” He tucks the phone back into his pocket. “Something that makes you happy.”

Taehyung’s face is smooth and impassive as ever, but Dilara knows him well enough to read between the lines. Her face relaxes and she gives him a knowing look, narrowing her eyes playfully. He shrugs innocently when she tugs him closer by the jacket and reaches up to kiss him. 

It’s only when she actually does it that she realises how much she’d been looking forward to this all day. One moment of pure honesty, their guards down and swept away. 

Taehyung responds immediately, arms going around her and pulling her closer. His long hair tickles her forehead, his mouth so soft and warm against hers. Dilara runs her fingers through his hair; it’s just as thick and soft as she’d been imagining for weeks now and she leans further into him, already afraid of the moment they’ll have to separate.

It comes soon enough, though; both of them pull away to catch their breath but don’t move. Taehyung presses his forehead to hers, their lips barely an inch apart. Christian Dior Sauvage, she thinks desperately, inhaling it, her fingers curling tightly around the lapels of his jacket.

“In case I don’t get a chance to say it,” he murmurs, voice trembling slightly, “Lara, I -“

“I know,” she interrupts, nodding. “Me, too.”

He swallows. “Damn it,” he whispers, closing his eyes. “We could’ve been epic.”

Her heart breaks at that but no words come to mind. She presses a kiss to his cheekbone, holding his face to hers until she can’t anymore and shifts slightly to hug him. He may need it more than her right now; his vulnerability is too hard to watch and this way, he gets to at least hide his face, exhaling shakily into her neck.

The first raindrop falls on the hood of the car with a sound, making it their cue to separate. Taehyung steps back, his hands falling from her waist with a seemingly huge effort. The next few drops fall in quick succession.

“Let’s go inside,” he says hoarsely, before clearing his throat. 

“Tae, I don’t -“

“You can’t fall sick before tomorrow.” He gently steers her towards the drivers’ side and waits until she opens the door before walking over to the other side.

The interior of the car is warmer; Dilara is immediately glad he suggested coming inside. She turns on the light, dim and barely illuminating anything. Looking over at Taehyung, she immediately takes it back: his skin looks like honey, the tiny light and the rain outside throwing shadows across his handsome face.

“Maybe I’ll see you on tour next year,” she suggests after a moment, in a small voice. “If we’re in the same city.”

He nods absently, his gaze fixed on the glove compartment. “Maybe.”

She tries again. “And, uh… don’t forget to send me a selfie with the Grammy.”

He chuckles hollowly. “I don’t think we’ll win.”

“Doesn’t have to be your Grammy.”

Taehyung finally looks at her. “Will you drive carefully? Because I can’t - I don’t want to go online one day and see that you -“ 

He’s struggling with his words again, the language eluding him. His emotions are getting the better of him and Dilara reaches over and slips her hand into his.

“I’ll be careful.”

“I’ll send you that selfie.”

The thunder rumbles outside and a flash of lightning marks the end of the conversation, both of them reaching towards each other again. This time the kiss is stronger, more fervent, their entire bodies playing a role in it.

Dilara breaks away and kicks off her shoes before climbing over the gear shift, while Taehyung hitches the control under his seat so it slides backwards. She straddles him and they pick up where they left off.

There are no words exchanged; Taehyung’s mouth, his taste is the only thing that matters, the feel of his hands moving down her body with authority, squeezing her arse and pulling her closer to him so she can feel his bulge through the layers. She sighs into his mouth, pushing off the jacket and tugging at the bottom of his shirt, desperate to feel him.

Her full-sleeved top is off, too, her long hair falling in a mass down her shoulders. She can feel his arms around her, her breasts pressed against his chest, his warm skin feeling like fire on hers. Her curls crunch in his hands and she pulls away to catch her breath, gasping for air while his lips trail down her neck. She rolls her hips into his while he sucks a mark just above the cup of her bra, squeezing her other breast before pulling away to examine his work.

Dilara watches for a moment as he stares at it, his face unreadable. She climbs off his lap then, distracting him, and begins peeling off her jeans and underwear in the cramped space. Taehyung wastes no time in following suit, his lower lip between his teeth as he unbuttons his slacks and tugs them down, his erection stiff against his briefs. He hooks his thumbs onto the elastic when he pauses and looks up at her.

She freezes, her hands on his shoulders for support. They lock eyes for a moment, the same question reflected in both their eyes. Then Dilara shrugs jerkily and kisses him in answer, and Taehyung tugs his briefs down, too. The anticipation of the familiar stretch makes her want to rub her legs together. He holds her gaze as he strokes himself once before easing her back onto his lap.

The rain lashes down as she sinks onto him, clutching his shoulders as she feels him inside her, raw and naked and only him.

“Fuck,” she whispers, lowering herself even more until she can’t anymore, clinging onto him while he holds her steady. “Oh, fuck…”

Dilara begins moving slowly, every movement feeling different. At one point she remembers all of a sudden that the light is on; she immediately whips around to look out the windshield, seeing nothing but black rain. She feels something come around her then; Taehyung wraps his jacket around her and turns her attention back onto him.

They fuck in the hotel car, no one around for miles. Taehyung’s hand is firm on her thigh, his hips bucking into hers and making her feel it in her abdomen, in her chest. Dilara can’t help but start to become louder when the familiar heat starts forming in her core, when he tightens his grip on her hair.

“Look at me,” he murmurs, his eyes dark and blazing. His collarbones gleam in the dim light and strands of hair stick to the side of his neck. 

She’s powerless to look away. Her hips move faster and she feels herself slipping away, everything from the soles of her feet to the insides of her thighs feeling like they’re about to explode. Taehyung’s hand slips down to her arse and he grips it, helping her along, their gazes locked the entire time. 

Dilara just about registers his imperceptible, victorious nod before she goes over the edge and squeezes her eyes shut, her orgasm crashing over her in waves that feel like they could knock her out. Her hips feel as though they can’t stop, however, and she keeps going. It’s tiring, though, even when Taehyung takes over, helping her through the movements.

She kisses him, but it’s messy; his lips move from her jaw to her neck and he groans, gripping her hips. With all the strength she has, Dilara rolls her hips into his again, fucking him into the seat until he cums inside her, head back against the headrest, eyes closed and veins visible in his neck. 

She collapses on top of him, wishing they could fall asleep here, exactly like this. Going back to the real world feels impossible - facing it, with its real choices and real consequences, feels like the last thing she wants to do. She thinks about what he’d almost said and how she’d cut him off and she curls deeper into him, trying to savour the feeling of his arms around her.

The universe ensures the real world catches up to them, however, be it the tissue box in the car or how his phone buzzes with a message and lights up. The text is in Hangul but the time is big and clear. It’s a bit of a struggle to put their clothes back on but they manage it, leaving nothing but silence in the car.

Dilara’s legs feel weak but she drives back through the rain anyway, even when Taehyung quietly offers to drive. They return the car in silence and walk back to the lobby in the drizzle, taking the elevator all the way to the top floor. No words are exchanged, possibly because there’s nothing left to say. Their fingers brush against each other’s, a hair’s breadth away from being held, until their suites arrive and they separate in different directions.

—

Two years ago, Dilara had seen Kim Taehyung’s face in the crowd at Suzuka as he clapped for her on the podium, beaming with both pride and sadness. She’d been overwhelmed with many emotions at the time, one of them being the knowledge that this person she’d met and loved over a weekend would be lost to her, possibly forever. The expectations were such and all that was left to do was cherish the handful of memories they had together.

For Taehyung, Dilara had been the one that got away.

Suzuka is exactly the same; the vibe is the same, the sound is the same, the circuit is the same. It seems impossible that anything should change so drastically when everything else is the same. The feelings are also the same, at a glance: sadness and finality, and a desire to try and stop it from taking over.

Even being on the podium feels the same - except this time it’s the feeling of winning. It’s elation like she hasn’t known it in a long while; the roaring of the crowd, her national anthem playing, her heart bursting with the pleasant knowledge that it hasn’t hit yet fully but it will. Soaked in the rain, her long hair sticking to her face and neck, Dilara lifts the trophy that’s half her size and wipes her eyes to look at the crowd cheering for her.

Taehyung’s face in the crowd is the same as well, happy and sad all at once. He’s the only member along with Hoseok and Jungkook who’s come out into the rain; the others are presumably still in the garage. She doesn’t blame them, not until she spots them a little way behind, huddled under two umbrellas with the hoods of their raincoats low over their heads, and her heart hurts with gratitude.

Two years ago, that had been the last of Taehyung Dilara had seen for almost a year. The future is more clear this time, but deep in her heart, in the pit of her stomach that feels like it could explode if she succumbed to her feelings right now, she knows that despite looking the same, everything has changed.

She doesn’t see any of them after the celebration and neither does she expect to. Part of it is scheduling, but it would be obtuse to not assume that the rest of the members would know what’s happening, what the implication is of the Red Bull and BTS partnership coming to an end. Most of the spectators have left, too, not able to brave the rain anymore, and Dilara is ushered into her changing room to shower before being taken back to her hotel.

When she’s waiting for her car, speaking to her tearfully happy mother on the phone, she sees a familiar figure near the other end of the parking lot. Blond hair peeking out from under his hood, Park Jimin raises his hand in a hesitant wave. It takes Dilara a moment to do the same, momentary love and affection overshadowing all the conflicting feelings she’d harboured towards him all year. The moment he sees her hand, he lowers his and jogs away, ducking into a black car a little way away.

There’s no telling if her flight will take off. The rain has stopped but the runway could be flooded. It’s Japan in October; the Tokyo airport has sounded an alert but the pilot sounds hopeful, so all Dilara can do right now is wait and pray that in twelve or so hours, she’s back in London and asleep in her own bed.

She looks out of the window pensively. The air hostess has brought her a glass of rosé that she sips without tasting anything, the tiny paper package in her pocket feeling like it weighs a ton. She knows exactly what it is; she knew the moment the concierge handed it to her while she was checking out of the hotel and she’d felt the hard, circular shape under her thumb.

Taehyung has always had a flair for the dramatic, so it doesn’t surprise her that he would’ve squeezed in one last gesture before she left. Dilara had taken it out during the security check and stuffed it right back in her pocket, determined not to look at it till she was alone and calm. There’s no other way; even Lexie is no help.

Earlier today, before the race, she’d been helping Dilara stretch over video call.

“Longer… and hold it there.” 

Dilara lengthened her back and held her leg down straight, feeling the tendons stretch. 

“How are you feeling?” Lexie asked casually, as though Dilara wasn’t contorted uncomfortably on the floor. “Appropriately pumped up?”

“I know what’s on your mind, Lex.”

“What’s on my mind?”

Dilara gave her a look and slowly climbed out of the stretch, moving to the other leg. “You know.”

“Apart from your race? Not much.”

“Oh, just say it.”

Lexie sighed uncomfortably. “Okay, fine. It was on my mind but I don’t want you distracted. And I also don’t want to influence your decision in any way,” she added after a moment.

Dilara stood up and placed her hands on her hips. “I’m distracted right now wondering what you’re thinking. And if it helps… I think I’ve made my decision,” she confessed, looking at the floor. “So you may as well say it.”

Lexie observed her, squinting slightly on the tablet screen. “Fine,” she said, sounding rather like she didn’t want to bring this up at all. “I think… he really hurt you,” she began. “And… I think you’re sad when you’re not with him.”

Dilara waited for more but when Lexie wouldn’t elaborate, she raised her eyebrows. “Wait, that’s it? You’re really worried about influencing my decision that much?”

“I’m really worried your head’s not in the game, Komyshan,” she snapped, back in trainer mode. Dilara rolled her eyes and picked up her resistance band, ready for the next exercise when Lexie made her last contribution to the discussion. “And I’ll support whatever you decide. Now let’s do ten lateral band stretches, open up your back, come on…”

Dilara hears a sound signalling the economy class passengers boarding and exhales, for this must surely mean that the flight will take off. Soon she will be in the air with a sleep mask over her eyes, waking up only when she’s back on home ground in London. A cab will take her back to her building, the elevator to her penthouse, where she will crawl under the covers and sleep for a few hundred hours until her heart doesn’t hurt so much anymore.

The packet burns in her pocket. Taking a large sip of the wine, Dilara fishes it out and turns it upside down so the white gold ring she’d worn around her neck for a year and a half falls anticlimactically into her palm. She stares at it, dimly recalling her very different reaction to when he’d given it to her two years ago. 

She’d left Suzuka then under the assumption they’d never see each other again, that they were over for good. The ring, for all intents and purposes, had been the one thing pulling her back, Taehyung’s last attempt at convincing her that they weren’t finished. 

It doesn’t feel like the same this time, though. This time, he’s leaving the ball in her court.

We could’ve been epic.

Epic. Like standing on a podium in P1 kind of epic. Being on stage in front of hundreds of thousands kind of epic. Transcending distance and language and culture kind of epic - and she holds that possibility in the palm of her hand.

The shrill sound pings again; the plane has finished boarding. It’s no longer raining outside, and the pilot has begun introducing herself over the intercom. The air hostess comes over to ask if she’d like another refill and Dilara is about to say no, but at the last moment nods and asks for a vodka martini, knowing she can’t do this sober.

She can’t pull a Rachel. She won’t, not least because Red Bull won’t reimburse the cost of this business class seat if she hurries out of the airport now. No, she’s far too comfortable in her blanket, her hair is almost dry and it’s too cold outside. 

She waits for the first sip of the martini to go down her throat while she holds her breath before picking up her phone. It rings once before he picks up.

“Uh… yeoboseyo?” 

He sounds extremely unsure, as though expecting it to be someone else. When Dilara doesn’t answer, still coming to terms with what she’s doing, he speaks again.

“Um, Lara? Is - is everything okay?”

“If you,” she begins, her voice low and shaking, “ever lie to me again, it will be the last time you ever see me. Do you understand?”

“Um -”

“Damn it, Kim,” she snaps, hearing the strain under the words. Why does he have to be so difficult? “Do you understand?!”

“I - yes. Of course. I understand.”

“Okay.” Dilara nods jerkily, noticing the lights go on for all electronics to be switched off. “And if you ever cheat on me again, I swear I will cut off your ball sack.”

The answer is quicker this time. “I understand.”

She nods, exhaling shakily and leaning back in the seat. Her fist closes with the ring in her hand, the metal cutting into her palm.

“Lara.” Taehyung sounds as doubtful as she feels. “Are you… baby, are you sure?”

“I don’t know. I think so,” she says thickly. “But I’m also drinking vodka so who knows, really?”

Taehyung exhales and it sounds just like he did last night before she’d interrupted him. “I… Lara, I -” He breaks off, sniffling.

“You said you have a week off, right?” 

“Yeah. Eight days.”

Dilara looks up to see the air hostess approaching, smiling apologetically and motioning for her to hang up. She nods and holds up a finger.

“Right,” she says softly. She opens her palm and looks at the ring again. “Will I see you in London?”

He laughs disbelievingly, sniffling again. “I’m booking my ticket right now.”

—

If she closes her eyes tight enough, she can almost feel his arms come around her. Dilara squeezes her eyes shut even tighter, relaxing only when she feels his lips press against her shoulder.

“Good morning,” he murmurs sleepily.

She leans back into his chest, trying to control the squirm in her stomach. There’s definitely a word for this feeling and it feels just out of her grasp, but it’s strange and exciting all at once. 

“It’s three pm,” she tells him, getting only a grunt in response. “Are you hungry?”

“Yeah.” His voice is muffled, reverberating through her collarbones. “But your fridge doesn’t have anything. Just a box of bananas and a huge bowl of chia seeds,” he laments.

“I can’t leave perishable items in the fridge when I go abroad,” she reasons. “We should buy supplies, though. Want to go shopping? There’s a Foodhall just a few streets away from here.”

“Won’t we be recognised?” Taehyung asks, finally raising his head. “You will, at least.”

“No, none of the Brits in this area really care if they spot me around. They’ve seen me enough times. But you…” Dilara turns her head to look up at him, brushing his bangs down his forehead so they practically cover their eyes. “Should be okay, I think. It’s winter, almost. A decent scarf should do the trick, if you’re worried.”

“No, a scarf may not go with the hat I brought,” he says seriously, pursing his lips. “I’ll think about it. Maybe a… what’s it called? The thing with the high collar…?”

“A turtleneck?”

“Yes. It could be the answer to this problem.”

“Here I need to remind you that it’s just a supermarket. I’ll be going in joggers.”

“Interesting. Will we be sampling any cheeses?”

“We can,” she allows, rolling her eyes. “But it’ll be mostly instant foods that either of us can actually cook.”

“I can cook other stuff. Or I can’t, but we can get Seokjin hyung or Yoongi hyung on video call to walk us through it,” he suggests.

Dilara is about to decline but then shrugs. “Why not? Actually,” she remembers suddenly, “we need to stock up on healthy raw material, too. Lexie will go into shock if she sees nothing but packaged stuff in the kitchen.”

“Oh.” Taehyung stiffens behind her. “Right. Lexie. Of course.”

A confession from a million years ago in Suzuka tugs at her mind. She turns slightly to look up at him again. “Yeah. In a few days. Her room is exactly the way she left it. You’re okay with that, right?” she asks, mildly amused.

“Of course. It - it might be nice to see her again,” he ventures, swallowing slightly. “And, you know, she’ll have her own room and I’ll be in your room… with you. You’ll be right there the whole time,” he states.

Dilara finally steps out of his arms and turns around, leaning back against the railing and holding the hot cup to her chest. Taehyung, in his white CELINE t-shirt, places his hands worriedly on his hips. She resists the urge to reach up and rub the frown on his forehead.

“You’re not really afraid of Lexie.”

“Only in the literal sense. She’s your best friend,” he reminds her. 

“Yes, I know. Meaning she’s going to try just as hard as you will to get along.” Dilara tugs at the bottom of his t-shirt. “I want this to work.”

Taehyung nods, taking her hand and linking their fingers. “It will. I’ll make it work,” he promises.

The feeling is back, light and creeping through her chest, and it annoys her that she can’t name it. She squeezes his hand. “I love you,” she says.

There’s a flicker in his eyes; it’s abundantly clear how much he’s been waiting for her to say these words. “I love you more,” he replies, kissing her knuckles. “I really, really do,” he murmurs, stepping forward and kissing her forehead.

Dilara gives him a small smile and raises her mug slightly. “Hot chocolate?”

He raises his eyebrows in surprise and returns her smile as he takes the cup and sips at the hot liquid, before gagging and swearing. “Oh, God - it’s coffee!” he sputters. “Seriously, Lara,” he complains, coughing. “Disgusting.”

She exhales in satisfaction and takes the cup back. “I believe you,” she says sweetly, reaching up and kissing his cheek.

He gives her an unimpressed look. “Can we go inside now? I’m freezing.”

Sleepy and jet-lagged, grumbling over the smallest practical joke, Taehyung looks beautiful. The feeling is amplified now; the lightness in her stomach, the fluttering of her heart, the insane urge to smile for no reason at all.

“Yeah, we can go inside,” she answers, falling into step beside him as he turns around, and leaning into his side. He puts an arm around her shoulder and squeezes it affectionately, kissing the top of her head like he’s planning to do it forever. 

As they enter her apartment, Dilara can finally name the feeling.

—

Thank you for reading. Don’t forget to leave a review :)

#taehyung x oc #taehyung fanfic #thebtswritersclub #bangtanwhq #bangtantheatrenet #bangtanbathhouse #micdropnet #k-vanity #wkcnet #bts v fanfic #bts v smut #bts v angst

[totaldrama-showdowns]

Submissions for the Non-Human Showdown! Including ones that are invalid!

Fang (x2)

“🦈🦈🦈”

“He's Fang ❤”

Cody Jr (x2)

“Cody Jr! No! Not Aunty Heather!”

Mr Coconut (x2)

“The og. Should have won every season /serious”

vince the alligator (x2)

“SWEEEEP”

“The lore… so immaculate”

the don box (x2)

“bzzz i have a stupid fucking clue for you. ah fuck the interns put me in a lame outfit again”

“what id don on about he's slaying in that shirt”

wt pineapple (x2)

“ALEPINEAPPLE FOREVER!!!”

“👅🐍🐍🐍🐍”

Irene the fish (x2)

“shes so beautiful i’d kiss her too”

“The final remaining member of Team Victory after DJs elimination, Irene went on to win the million and the hearts of many.”

the chrarry baby (x2)

“Goo goo gaa gaa”

“ive got my eye on u chris mclean”

Princess Beth Doll

“I WANT TO BUY ONE SO BAD IRL!!!!! Also, this too is yuri”

Old Jester from reboot S2ep9

“I love when Damien hugged him! That's scene is soooo cute. Also I love fluffy animal!”

Bobo :)

“SEASON 2 SPOILERS Bobo is the name of the bear that had the Raj mask in season 2 episode 12 :) idk I just think he’s silly”

DJ’s bunny

the Chris-shaped cake that Julia's group made

“I wanna eat that thang”

Dramarama Cody

“He's an alien”

Theodore (MK's stuffed unicorn)

(the arts and crafts) Shed (from season 1)

“shed sweep”

that evil little seal from wt

“sooo little and evil. who can hate him”

caleb rock

“possibly the best version of him out there”

the skull duncan carved for courtney

“you cant deny how iconic it was”

eva’s mp3 player

“the most important character in td history”

heather’s various hairstyles

“possibly the most diverse and versatile entity in td historu”

pahkitew island

“The best one”

Myself

“:^)”

ryan seacrests car

“very fast”

chef's car (total dramarama and gen 4)

“MY CAR!!!!!”

alien clone cody

“AAAAAAA*explodes into green goo*”

chris's wig

“wiggin”

heather's wig

“wiggin”

total drama yum yuk happy go time candy fish tails

“You ate it!”

trents five finger shirt

“5”

princess courtney CD

“all the greatest hits!”

owens butt

“fart”

anne maria’s hair style

“Ey im walkin here”

bridgettes surfboard

“BONK”

the fake antlers from the paintball ep

“Duncney”

manitobas fedora

“served!”

beary <3

“it’s LITERALLY beary”

ripper’s world record breaking fart

“he did it”

the portrait of cody as blue boy in wt

“funny looking”

sierra’s pizza box-cum-laptop*

“she uses the internet AND eats witj it. shes a genius”

*Mod Note: this refers to cum meaning: combined with; also used as (used to describe things with a dual nature or function).

waynes accent

“Eh we play hockey eh”

mal ventriloquist doll

“aaah im evil mal doll”

alejandro puppet

“we do a little trolling”

Chef 2.0

“He made him from a cashew”

Mt. Kīlauea

“She has the mercy to have her lava not hot enough to kill Alejandro, Ezekiel, and that random intern like... Everyone say "thank you" or somethin idk. Do you think she feels bad that Alejandro ended up in a robot suit because”

Immunity idol s4-5

“They ruined it's design in the reboot boooooooo”

MK's infernape

“Listen, she's a gamer and she's based. She would totally pick chimchar in bdsp. She probably hates people who tells her to "play platinum" because that was a game made for old people.

Try and exclude this submission, I dare you. There's nothing that says I can't submit theoretical non-humans. There's a non-zero chance that MK has an Infernape and I know it's been raised to have some awesome sneaky move. If you exclude this, I bet you'd allow "Mike's Torterra" because only a grass type fan would be a fire type and MK hater!!

Julia would keep her piplup unevolved and beat her console into tiny bits when she gets to Cynthia btw”

the drone of shame

“[picks up victim and flies away] wheeee”

that giant bowl of rice they fall into in japan

“mm giant bowl of rice”

noah’s dog

“his epic dog”

celine dion cardboard cutout

“love fucking wins #duncney”

the face huggers from Area 51

“rip tyler”

ezekiel MISSING milk carton

“Sad! He died.”

the eagle chris shot and killed

“someone arrest this man. again”

the confessional

“it’s always there for you”

geoff’s splinter

“OW”

the bread from codys pants

“man i need to rewatch island. i fucking love the pants bread”

That ice cream snowman from SMS

“LISTEN. JUST BECAUSE HE IS FROM THE EPISODE THAT SHALL NOT BE NAMED DOES NOT MEAN YOU CAN NOT GIVE HIM HIS RESPECT”

bear

“the one from raptear specifically. let's go lesbians”

that pizza chase threw the challenge for

“clearly he should be with it rather than emma. chemma? chipper? chazee? nope never fucking heard of them”

Momma's Spice

“*sprinkles it on op's head* mmmm tasty”

The Gilded Chris award

WT barf bags

“give a real f to those guys. never appeared after episode 7.”

the toxic marshmallow of loserdom

“killer of staci's hair”

The lavatory confessional

“bitch is iconic. 6/8 is a passing mark!!!”

Courtney's PDA

“why wouldnt they call it a phone idk but its so camp”

The Cassowaries

“Male cassowaries are responsible for raising the young. We love an involved father.”

Fire-breathing winged mountain goats

“You could make an Undertale reference with this (also they're really cool)”

Giant Beetle

“Dott shippers will like this one”

Mutated Maggots

“They're pretty cute!”

Six-Legged Rats

“ADORABLE EEEEEEEP!!!!”

scott bird

“what a beautiful bird”

Chef's car

“It may play a role in mkulia canon”

Gethin

that rainbow porridge in episode 8 of the reboot

“aw hell naw chris cookin up the gay porridge”

The cassowary that fell in love with Zee

“We love an iconic single mother looking for love”

The rat in the cargo hold that appears on screen for 0.5 seconds during Ezekiel's solo in "Come Fly With Us"

“That rat really carried the whole song. Iconic. Astounding. Never before seen talent. Lady Gaga is shaking in her Demonias.”

The Erymanthian Boar

“It wrecked Duncan's shit in Greece.”

The dock of shame

“So many teens walked on her, i think she deserves some recognizion”

gwen's blender necklace

Zoey's hamster (Miss Puffycheeks)

“It's cute and can punch a cat, need I say more?”

#nonhuman showdown #unused submissions

[apples4day]

BLAME || Yandere! TDWT x Fem! Reader

2/2 EPISODE THREE (Super Happy Crazy Fun Time Japan)

I was sick.

This is part six!! Go read other parts if u haven’t

"Uh..what?" Noah seemed to speak for everyone. "That piece of cinematic gold is the Japanese promo. Total Drama is HUGEEE here!" Chris stated and stood in front of the screen. Courtney crossed her arm, "okay? But that was in ENGLISH so why are they dubbing our voices?"

"Turns out the locals just don't like the sounds of y'all, sorry!"

"No you're not."

"Trueee, ready for the next challenge? I hope you payed attention because you'll be writing, directing, and producing your very own Japanese commercial. There's a brand new candy hitting the Japanese market, it's chefs Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails! I call this the Total Drama Yum Yum Happy Go Time Candy Fish Tails challenge of celebration fun."

Chef looked upset. "You said we were going to pay a real Tokyo ad firm."

"Oops, I did! Didn't I? As props you'll be allowed to use anything you can find in the airplane storage area. Since team Chris is really really really really really hot won the first challenge, they get to choose their props first."

Your team all high-fived and cheered. Tyler slipped when he tried, and you were struggling to reach up to high five. Izzy noticed your struggles and let out her little crazy giggles. You laughed when he fell. "Ooh that's rough. Need some help there?" You leaned over and stuck your hand out for him to grab. This had been the first time he ACTUALLY payed attention to you. He didn't realize it before but you're his type...and really pretty to literally everyone's standards.

"Uhhh yeah, thanks." He took your hand and scratched the back of his head, blushing slightly. You nodded, "no problem!" Then turned back to your group. Not noticing the glares from Noah, Alejandro, and a slight look from Izzy to Tyler.

Chris continued, "with team victory choosing second and team amazon stuck with whatever drags are left." After everyone processed the challenge, he dismissed them for a short break. You were gonna be the last to walk out, getting shoved away immediately. "Y/nnnn," he dragged your name out and approached you. "Uh..yes?"

"So! This isn't recording don't worry. But you're really making the reviews go higher. Fans are going CRAZY! They want some more romance though. We'd appreciate it if you talked to some more competitors..romantically! Like Alejandro, or even a girl!" He suggested, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Uhm.." you glanced around the room nervously.

"You know what else would get some good ratings? Some forbidden romance! With me." He winked and smiled playfully. "Um..sure. What do I get out of this whole romance thing? And why are they going crazy over specifically me?" You asked. He laughed lightly, "glad ya asked! Fans noticed the tension you have with well..everyone! Even me. So if you play into their fantasies I'll give you some advantages, kay?" He looked oddly mischievous. "Okay? Um..how exactly do I do that?"

"Just keep on doing what you're doing. Then add some playful flirting or innocent flirting depending on the person." He shrugged, "try being the sweet competitor. I really don't care, just get those ratings up!" He smiled at you even harder and then took his arm off your shoulders. "Now get going before people get suspicious. Advantages will come after those ratings come in." Chris winked, pointing the door. You smiled awkwardly and slightly furrowed your brows before waking out.

—

You and your team now stood before a bunch of boxes. Alejandro hummed, "hmm I'm seeing..a tiny Tokyo..a giant radioactive monster!"

Izzy giggled, "yes! Big O can be the monster, huh? Big O pleaseeee."

Owen growled and laughed weirdly, "Al, you're a genius!"

"Super Japanese idea Al, nice!"

Alejandro smirked and looked at you and Noah, "Noah, Y/n? What's say you?"

"Meh I guess."

You smiled and shifted your weight from one foot to another, "great idea. As expected."

Alejandro wasn't expecting a compliment from you. Based off your previous interactions...it was new. Not that he minded. He quite liked it. Tyler placed a soldiers helmet on Noah and you giggled. "Lookin' good," you pointed to his hat. "Oh..thanks."

What's up with you? Both Noah and Alejandro noticed you being slightly nicer. (#trynnagettheshowsreviewsupbcchrissaidso)

Your team began walking out, you weren't carrying anything. You noticed Alejandro stayed behind to talk to Harold and decided to watch.

"Good luck, honorable opponent."

"I don't need your luck!"

"Of course you don't, you have superior leadership skills and vision. Your team is lucky to have you."

"I know right! They are! Right?"

Harold turned to his group. Lindsay raised her finger, "I have an idea! Last time I went for Japanese I had this huge bowl of pad Thai."

Leshawna groaned, "pad Thai is THAI!"

"Are you sure? That doesn't sound right."

Harold began talking bout' some weird shit and Alejandro walked away, you followed after him and once you caught up to him you placed a hand on his arm. He hadn't noticed you were there so he jumped back slightly and laughed awkwardly when he realized it was you. You raised a brow, "What was that about?" You referred to him talking to team victory.

"Just giving them a little push. By the way..." He pulled you into a secluded area, looking around to see if anyone else was looking. "What did you decide? To make me your enemy or friend?"

"Oh um...friend?" It came out as more of a question. Originally you were gonna say enemy, but Chris' advantages were too tempting. Winning is easier this way. He smiled at your answer and hummed. "Good."

"Or more than friends.." you added awkwardly, trying to get them advantages from Chris 🤰

Alejandro smirked, "yeah? Did you fall for my charms?"

"Maybe I did, you'd like that, huh?" You smiled, brushing against his shoulder and walking to where your team was. Alejandro stood there and looked at you as you walked away.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Okay...that was..weird." Alejandro looked confused.

"She's hated me up until now. What changed?"

He smirked.

"Not that I'm complaining. I just need her to stop talking to Noah. Then we can be more than friends, in her words. That doesn't seem like it's gonna happen though. I'll have to threaten her or make some alliance rules. That or I'll just...get rid of him."

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

You were building mini tokyo with Noah and Tyler. The floor was shaking because Owen was stomping around like a monster. "He needs to stop," you whispered to Noah and Tyler while playing with a little building. Noah looked at you, then Owen, and then stood up. "Hold on there chubby buddy, let us finish the tiny city first." He told Owen, looking serious.

You smiled at him, "awww did you do that for me?" He rolled his eyes, "no, for our team."

"Yeah sure, I'm growing on you."

Noah grimaced, "no. Never." When you weren't paying attention, he mumbled. "Maybe.."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Keep working pinkie pie." His cheeks flushed.

Alejandro was sitting in a chair with chefs snack, ready to try it. You watched with interest. He popped one in his mouth before throwing up. "Ughh!"

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO

"Like rotten fish intestine with a side order of fermented squid and dirty hockey equipment." He looked scared and then threw up again.

CONFESSIONAL- ALEJANDRO; ENDED

Once you finished your area of mini tokyo, you stood up and looked over at Tyler's work so far. "You're doing a really good job," you complimented, looking like you were in awe. "You think so? Thanks! You did pretty good too," he replied, looking over at your area.

Noah watched the exchange with a sour face, glaring at Tyler. "Thank you, you know we haven't talked a lot." You pointed out, sighing. Tyler nodded in agreement. "Yeah..hopefully we'll talk more now. You seem pretty chill."

"You too, I think you're cute by the way."

Tyler turned a bit red at how direct you were and then went back to working. "Um..thanks. You're really cute." You smiled at his compliment, "thank you!"

"Yeah.."

Noah continued watching, a weird feeling building up. "Stop flirting before I barf," Noah snapped. He looked displeased. You both just looked at him oddly.

—

Skip

Everybody was now back in the room from before. "We're done shooting Owen, you can take the suit off!" Tyler told Owen, he looked concerned. "I got really sweaty and now it won't come off."

You gagged.

"Okay now that you're done filming it's time to see if your hard work payed off, chef?" Chris began.

"No budget, no ad agency, rip off cheese ball cheap show..." Chef was mumbling.

"First up! Team Chris is really really really hot with monster rampage!" Chris pointed to the screen.

Owen was smashing tiny Tokyo and crushing little cars. Alejandro yelled, "oh no!!"

"We must run!" Tyler put his finger up.

"Think of our children!" You and Noah grabbed onto each other and faked looking scared.

"He's so hot!" Izzy yelled out. You all looked at her in shock. Owen made more monster noises. "Wait! We shall stop him this way!" Alejandro pulled out Chefs snacks and threw one into monster Owen's mouth. "Oh delicious!"

The screen then cut to a little song and then a picture of the snack. You didn't really like the commercial you guys came up with but figured it was probably the best out of all the teams.

"Next up team victory with a samurai's lament!"

You watched the commercial, trying really hard not to laugh. What the fuck is this? Did Harold come up with this? You thought. It was some weird dying samurai getting begged for food and then eating Chefs snack before passing away on the floor. The whole thing was a mess. They even forgot their lines. Team victory looked ashamed, all with wide eyes.

"Yeah..that was interesting." Chris crossed his arms. Leshawna looked at Lindsay, "maybe your pad thai idea wasn't so bad." Lindsay got a little mad, "see I told you!" Harold began ranting about how his commercial was art only to get shut up by Chris. "Next up, the amazons!" Courtney, Gwen, and Heather all looked unprepared. They began whispering to each other.

"Chris as the leader of the team, it falls to me to tell you that our team didn't-" Courtney got cut off by Cody, "come up with an amazing title for our awesome commercial!"

Gwen looked confused, "we have a commercial?"

Cody continued, "let's just call it..huh?"

The commercial was short and quick, with exploding donuts and dead talking birds. You burst out laughing, You were basically dying. Everyone else looked flabbergasted. "That was great!" You said, wiping away tears from laughing. Cody thought it was a genuine compliment and smiled proudly. Chris looked genuinely concerned, "o-kayyy...well chef?"

"Chris..I think I gotta go with team Amazon."

You immediately stopped smiling and laughing, "what?!"

Team Amazon cheered. "I don't know I just love exploding donuts." Chef said. Team amazon began complimenting Cody.

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N

"WHAT THE ****?? HOW DID THEY WIN WITH THAT ****!! *****?! **** *** CHEF!"

Your confessional was bleeped out because Chris was trying to keep it family friendly!! 🥰 (you said "what the fuck?? how did they win with that shit!! Cunts?! Fuck you Chef!) alsooo cunt isn't a superrrr bad word where I'm from, sorry Americans for being sensitive to that word...😞

CONFESSIONAL- Y/N; ENDED

Team victory lost. Ironic, team VICTORY lost AGAIN. You were now talking to Alejandro privately. "So, now that we're in alliance can we please try harder to win? I'm gonna shoot myself if we lose again." You begged, holding his hands in yours. "Don't worry, for you, I'll win. We'll be in first class next time." He shrugged, smiling slightly at your touch. "How exactly are we gonna win though?"

"You'll see."

NOT proofread

Sorry this chapter was crazy, idk what I was thinking with the whole Chris deal?? This chapter sucks I'm so sorry😭

Part seven coming soon. Follow for notifications!!

Tyler and Izzy are gonna be the next victims to your charms🤷‍♀️

Who's next after them? 🤰🤰

#tdwt #various x reader #yandere #yandere various #total drama world tour #yandere x reader #character x reader #character x you #fanfic #fanfiction #tdwt noah #tdwt alejandro #td harold #td leshawna #td noah #x reader #alejandro burromuerto #total drama

[ven7s]

love stored in decorations

— scaramouche x gn!reader ; wc. .5k; genre fluff, hurt-comfortish?, modern!au, non-canon information + headcanons

notes. implication/mention of neglectful parents (ei & yae) and lonely childhood. business women yae and ei because i think thats very sexy of them !!! also also idk i kinda hate this but like the CONCEPT of it, just dont like the way i executed it

"hmm... move it to the left a bit more."

scaramouche lets out a huff but does as you say, moving the fake icicles to where you want it before you shout, "wait, sorry, just a little to the right."

he scowls to himself before looking back at you with a grumpy frown that elicits an apologetic smile out of you. but nevertheless, he moves the icicles once again, much to his annoyance.

he climbs down the ladder and you hurry to hold it, wrapping your arm around his waist once he's finally on the ground, and he does the same back.

you marvel at your house, but not long after you hear scaramouche grumbling, complaining about how cold it is and how he doesn't get why you two have to do this every year.

"because it's nice to see our house decorated. doesn't it make you feel cozy and more… holidayish? besides the kids around the neighborhood like it!"

he scoffs, but you know he acknowledges your words when he starts to grab the string lights out of the box of decorations. you smile and go to hold the ladder again as scaramouche climbs up to further adorn the house.

he gets your reasoning.

he looks back at his childhood, often recalling the memories of him walking back home from school only to see the houses that lined his street filled to the brim with decorations ranging from lights on bushes to huge inflatables and candy canes hanging from rooves.

his favorite was always yoimiya’s, whose parents always went all out, every year.

then he remembers his house. big, but empty, with no air of that fond and nostalgic feeling that holidays so often filled people with.

he knows that his moms are back in japan, attending to their work, ei and yae being far too busy with their businesses to worry about decorating the house for a holiday that only lasts for a month.

he remembers holidays often just being him and his nanny with a letter sent to him from his moms. a few short sentences of "happy holidays! sorry we couldn't make it this year again.. next year for sure! we miss you!"

so, when you first “forced” him to decorate your shared home with you he obliged, albeit a bit annoyed. now, he still feels annoyed, hating the coldness of winter, but he reminds himself that the end result will be worth it, hoping that other kids would feel the joy and warmth he felt as a kid, like he felt when he looked at yoimiya’s.

(and of course, he would never admit it, but he actually finds himself having fun. reliving his childhood dream of decorating the house during the season that filled him with so much dread as a kid with a loved one.)

its all the reason why he’s outside in the frosty weather that indicates the start of december in his rudolph pajamas (matching with your santa pajamas), hanging up ornaments and lights.

once he comes down again, you smile, “it looks great. thanks for the help,” kissing scaramouche on the cheek before leaning your head on his shoulder.

“yeah,” he hums, “it looks nice.”

a/n: HAPPY HOLIDAYS !!!! hope everyone stays safe !!

#ok but imagine how easy it would be to decorate for holidays in canon genshin with scaramouche LIKE? he could literally just float up LMFAOO #anyways #scaramouche is def healing his inner child #even though it may seem a bit dramatic hes healing himself by decorating the house fs #i hc that in modern au genshin he was neglected emotionally because of how often yae and ei would be busy and bc they stayed back in japan #and i think it was unintentional on their part but even if it was unintentional if still affected scara A LOT #like they thought it was the best choice because they were supporting themselves financially that way but for scaramouche it sucked because #all he ever really wanted was to have a connection with ei and yae even if it was one dinner together as a family #so hes like reliving that joy as an adult with you yk #its small but meaningful idk its cute to me shut up #(also headcanon that scara and yoi would be absolute bffs) #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact scenarios #genshin imagines #genshin impact imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #+🪼

[shadow-sandiego-shipping]

Daily Prompts - Day 2

The days gone by...

Carmen walked into the living room and saw Shadow-san and the twins looking over a mess of boxes, newspaper clippings, and what seemed like photographs.

"What's going on?" She asks.

Zack, who had been head deep in a cardboard box, perks up at the sound of her voice. "Carmen!" He stumbles a little trying to get up, almost tripping over a bunch of stuff, actually.

"Me and Ivy found a bunch of stuff from our childhood!" He explains.

Right, Carmen remembered Zack and Ivy had gone to Boston for a week.

Lately, Team Red hadn’t been busy at all. For some reason, VILE had been on the down low, and for a while now, the renovations for the Carmen Sandiego Brand Outhouse warehouse had been finished.

So the team had taken a little bit of time off.

Carmen had decided to visit Player in Canada, the twins (homesick) decided to stay in Boston for a week, and Shadow-san (after lots of reassurance) decided it wouldn't hurt to make a small trip to Japan.

Zack made his way over to Carmen, holding a bunch of photographs.

"Look! It's Ivy when we were little! Wasn't she a dork!?" He said between giggles and snorts, showing Carmen a picture with a little girl with freckles using what looked like an oversized mechanic outfit and holding a wrench way too big for her little hands. Muck covering her face and clothes.

"Aww, she looks cute in this." Carmen takes the pile of pictures from Zacks hands, skimming through the rest.

On the couch, Ivy, who had been showing Shadow-san an old album piped up. "Yeah, right! Come over'ere Zack let's see who's the real dork!"

Zack's laughs turned nervous instead of amused. "Aha~... Don't be mad, sis, you hear Carmen, she called you cute!"

Before the bickering can continue, Carmen covers her mouth to help disguise a loud snort.

"Oh no, what pictures did you give her, bro?" Ivy asks despite not making much of an effort to leave the couch. She even restarted her conversation with Shadow-san right away after scolding her brother.

"I, uh... what's you looking at, Carm?" Zack tries to look at what made Carmen lose her composure.

She gladly flips a picture of two little Boston ginger kids; dressed as funky little aliens, with plastic bags on their heads covered with cardboard circles poorly painted in blue and green and black hairbands with two sticks and a white pompom on top glued in each; green boas and fisherman boots, and lots of lipstick painted circles on their faces. In each of their little hands, a Red Sox knock-off bag, well... a bakery paper bag with the Red Sox logo painted in red lipstick.

"That must’ve been a fun Halloween." Carmen teased. Zack stared at the picture, mouth agape, and eyes equally as wide. His expression looked so goofy, Carmen couldn’t help laughing out loud at it.

At least, until Zack started tearing up.

Immediately, she stopped laughing and started apologizing instead.

"Zack, I- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make fun." He shakes his head.

"That's not it, Carm. It's not your fault."

With the change in atmosphere Ivy’s chat with Shadow-san is put on hold, and Ivy makes her way to Zack.

"Bro? What's wrong?" She asks, concerned.

He looks at her with teary eyes. "This was the last Halloween we spent with mom and dad Ives..." He shows her the picture.

"Oh, Zack..." They hug.

Wanting to give the twins some space, Carmen goes to sit on the couch, next to Shadow-san.

"I think this was my favourite Halloween of all time..." Zack muttered after a bit, looking at the photo.

"What!? That Halloween was awful!" Ivy complained, separating from the hug. "Our costumes sucked and we barely got any candy, beside it rained while we were out..." She lists off.

Zack chuckled wetly. "Yeah, but we made the costumes ourselves. It was the most fun I'd ever had, back then. And we even got to use Red Sox bags! Even if they weren't the real thing... and I know we didn't get any candy, but the candy we usually had from our neighbourhood sucked anyway and... really, the only reason I went trick or treating was because I liked doing it with you. And I know it rained, but after the rain, mom and dad helped us clean up, and we got to coudle up in the couch all together and have hot coco and watch my favourite movie of all time!"

Ivy was speechless.

"So yeah... that was my favourite Halloween we ever had." Zack concludes.

Now it was Ivy's turn to tear up. "Yeah... you know what? When you put it like that, I guess that was my favourite Halloween we've ever had, too." They hugged again.

When they separated Ivy's nose was runny so she complained and went to the bathroom to clean up. Zack whipped his face on the sleeve of his shirt and went back to the task of sorting out the boxes.

On the couch, Carmen smiled at the twins. Shadow-san did as well.

He touches Carmen’s arm to get her attention. She looks at the newspaper clippings on his lap.

"Ivy was showing me reports of their accomplishments in the racing field." She notices several news articles talking about a sibling duo taking on the car racing game with their own hands. She smiles fondly.

After a while, she looks back at Shadow-san, who was frowning.

"What's wrong?" She asks him.

He looks at the mess of the room. "Sometimes I wonder how your life would've been if I had never taken you to VILE island..." Oh, oh...

"Shadow-san..."

"I know I can't change the past, but sometimes I can't help but regret you never had this... any of this." He gestures at the pictures. "And it's in great part my fault."

She knew he didn't just mean her childhood or the lack of pictures there of. He meant getting her involved with VILE, being on their hit list, and even the obligation she felt in stopping their affairs. But, in retrospect, she couldn’t imagine her life any other way.

"You're right." She says. "We can't change the past. But for all its worth... I liked my childhood. I know it wasn’t a regular childhood but, up until school, I have only good memories." She puts her hand on his shoulder, in what she hopes is a comforting gesture.

He lets up, sighing, then giving her a shy little smile. "Too bad there are no pictures of it then?" It sounds like a joke, but-

"I would KILL for a picture of Miss Booker wet after one of my pranks!" She says immediately.

It's so out of the blue and so sincere, Shadow-san bursts out laughing, soon being joined by Carmen.

It calls Zack's attention from the reminiscence he was up to, and Ivy’s as soon as she comes back.

"Hey, Zack? What did I miss?" She asked.

"I have no idea..." He replies.

Previous day // Promps Aquired from Write App. // Next day

#carmen sandiego #shadowsan #ivy cs #zack cs #one shot #writing prompt #fluff #slight angst #comfort #family #found family #my writing

[monin1ca]

Hey Monica!

I read the Big Bro!Yoru fic that the anonymous sent in and I was wondering if you can write something similar for Chamber or Phoenix as The older sibling for the younger sibling![Reader] [Gender] [Obviously Platonic]? Or maybe both? You don’t have to feel pressured if doing both characters are too much on your plate. I’m fine with either one.

I don’t want you to feel overwhelmed when doing this request.

Word count: 595

Warnings: nothingggg fluff to the max^^

Synopsis: Let’s find out what life is like when Chamber and Phoenix (separately) are your big brothers!

Chamber

Big Bro! Chamber makes sure you never wear non-branded clothes.

Big Bro! Chamber also makes sure you are always happy

Big Bro! Chamber who usually has a private chef personally cooks for you. He doesn’t want someone messing up the dish!

You got 100 on your test? What do you want to eat? Japan cuisine or perhaps his specialty ‘Boeuf Bourguignon?’

Big Bro! Chamber lets you know your word is absolute; you don’t like this particular person? They’re dead in seconds.

Big Bro! Chamber hates it when people call you spoiled; he knows you work for your stuff

Contrary to what others believe, Big Bro! Chamber doesn’t spoon-feed you everything. Before he came to the era of spoiling you, you both had to work hard to get what you want.

Big Bro! Chamber, who visibly softens when you enter the room. His smile becomes more genuine, and the atmosphere of the room also becomes lighter.

As much as Big Bro! Chamber loves talking about himself. He loves talking about you as well!

“Ah! Mon Ange, you came at the right time. I was just talking about you…”

Big Bro! Chamber, who has so many framed portraits of the both of you in your mansion, from baby to what you are now!

Big Bro! Chamber loves it when you dominate the battlefield; he’s pleased to know all that training from all those years ago helped you slay the area.

Big Bro! Chamber who hates himself when he fails to protect you when you get shot.

Big Bro! Chamber won't let anyone tend to you unless it's his trusted family doctor, Sage or Skye.

Big Bro! Chamber always wants to know everything that’s going on in your life, no matter if you consider it “unimportant.” He loves hearing you tell stories :))

Phoenix

Big Bro! Phoenix enjoys bothering you at every moment possible, but it’s actually his way of checking up on you

Big Bro! Phoenix, who loves cuddling you, sometimes accidentally eats your hair while sleeping.

Big Bro! Phoenix who lets you win at every arm wrestling contest you two have

Big Bro! Phoenix, who wasn’t that rich before you guys joined Valorant, always bought you tiny packets of your favorite candy any time he had spare change

Big Bro! Phoenix can’t stand you being sad, and always  finds ways to see you smile or laugh

Big Bro! Phoenix, who’s absolutely fantastic at singing, asks for song requests from you

Big Bro! Phoenix has a big box full of polaroids of you two

Big Bro! Phoenix, who tells you to do his eyeliner and hair, no matter how good or bad it turns out, will keep it on ‘till the end of the day. Brags that “My sibling did this, fam! Look how talented they are!”

Big Bro! Phoenix loves it when he’s on missions with you, cause it means ‘more bonding with Y/N!’

Big Bro! Phoenix exchanges guns with you when your mag runs out of bullets and reloads it for you

“We can’t risk you having an empty gun for you, yeah? Me? Don’t worry about your big bro; he’s got this in the bag!”

Big Bro! Phoenix shows them who’s the boss when you get hurt on the battlefield.



Author’s Note: I HOPE IT WAS GOOD ENOUGH FOR YOU HUHHUHUHU AND NO, I WAS NOT OVERWHELMED!!! I BELIEVE THIS WAS SHORT FOR TWO CHARS SDKBHAKLDJH

#valorant #valorant imagines #valorant headcanons #valorant x reader #chamber valorant #valorant chamber #vincent fabron #phoenix valorant #valorant phoenix #jamie adeyemi #fluff #valorant fluff #chamber x reader #phoenix x reader

[cold-heart-warm-writings]

OHSHC and the kind of cafe/restaurant the members would run 

Mori: An animal cafe - “what kind of animal?” “Yes” (seriously, what else could he possible want?) He would go all out on having each drink and special pastry treat in the shape of an animal with a cute little name. You’re telling me there’s NOT going to be a lemon cookie called “Lizzy’s Lemon” that’s name after a lizard? (Fun fact: Mori had a pen in hand, about to sign a contract, when he realized that Rainforest Cafe doesn’t actually have live animals. :( He tore up the contract and used it as bedding for his chickens.)

Hikaru:  One of those Karen cafes where the wait staff yells at the customers. He gets adored to be a menace in the host club, so obviously he’s going to love being paid to be a menace at a restaurant. And the worst they are, the better the ratings? Hell yeah.

Tamaki: ... okay, a French bakery, no duh, but if everyone pushed back and wanted him to think outside the box... what would he do? What matters most to him? What was something he always craved and had to fight to achieve for? A family. And when is a popular time where an entire family can get together, talk about their day, share stories, and bond? Meal times. Tamaki would want a restaurant, with a new type of cuisine every three months. It’s French food, then Japanese, Italian, Mexican, etc. There are no TV’s in this restaurant, because Tamaki wants families to sit together and enjoy the company of those around them. It is a popular location for little kid birthday parties, old grandparent birthday parties, and a nostalgic get together location for friends who haven’t seen each other in many years. He takes “when you eat with us, you’re family” to a whole other level.

Honey: Am I going to take the obvious way out again and say a sweets shop? Absolutely. But his sweets shop is of the “build your own” variety. You choose the type of cake, an option of frosting colors and flavors, and then you get little bowls of all sorts of candies and treats and ways to decorate your cake. There’s also boba, and boba plus all the cake? You’re more likely to fall asleep at the mattress store next door than actually make it home.

Haruhi: When/if you were a student, was there ever a restaurant/cafe you loved to study at? Haruhi is very pro “a quiet place to study” and food that tastes like a loved one made it. The food Haruhi’s restaurant sells might not be the fanciest food in the world, but it is good food, it’s the kind of food that warms your entire body and leaves you content and at peace. It’s affordable, large portions, and the tables are the perfect size for textbooks and laptops. You do need to take a study break when eating, because breaks are important, but due to the “library rules: shhhhhhhhh” sign on the front door, this is the perfect place to get some major work done and still be well fed. 

Kaoru: Ngl, I’m struggling here. I could see him running a fine dining, ball gowns, champagne, fancy tea, aristocracy inspired restaurant... and then I could also see him running a food truck with a friend, and serving whatever kind of food he is interested at the time. He travels all across Japan, meeting new people, experiencing life on his own, growing independently of his brother and family, getting into trouble, figuring out how to get back out, swimming in waterfalls, hiking through mountains, serving cold noodles and warm alcohol, breathing fresh air, and realizing that even though he’s traveled all around the world, there is always more to explore.

Kyoya: Kyoya isn’t interested in running a restaurant. He doesn’t want to deal with Donald’s fries being crispy when he asked for extra crispy. He is interested though in owning restaurants. You could make a drinking game and be plastered in minutes walking downtown if you took a shot, or even just a goddamn sip for every restaurant you passed by that he owns. From the fastest of foods to the most obnoxiously bougie of restaurants, he owns, or at least partially owns, a vast majority of them.

Bonus:

Renge: A Maid/Butler cafe. She almost went with a strict anime cafe, but then she couldn’t decide on which anime. But then a lightbulb - “why not both?” If she does a maid cafe, she can do all the themes, thus Renge’s Rainbow Girls Maid Cafe was born.

#i once again cannot come up with names :) #listening to a 2000s throwback playlist and vibing this is fantastic #got chicken nuggets and brocolli cheese tots in the oven (I hate potatoes so these seem great) AND I HAVE CHICFILA SAUCE #look i hate chic fil a... but goddamn their special sauce is good :( #ohshc imagines #and am i just recycling through the same ideas over and over?... maybe dont @ me #ohshc #hikaru hitachiin #kaoru hitachiin #takashi morinozuka #mitskuni haninozuka #kyoya ootori #tamaki suoh #haruhi fujioka #albert renger-patzsch #renge houshakuji #ouran #ouran high school host club #ouran host club #these are... some takes

[postagescanlation]

Table of Contents:

Russia & America:

Love, Hate, Lies, and Truth

Snow in New York

[STILL JP ONLY] ロシア様の憂鬱

[STILL JP ONLY] 僕は僕を肯定していたい

Magic of the Lips

レゾン・ティティ

Russia & Prussia:

The Place that is Nowhere

Verzeihung!

If it’s not XXX, then I don’t wanna!

Now, it’s just an April Fool’s Joke

Dance With Me 1

Russia & Lithuania:

Rift

Thorns and Gloves

Tears and Stardust

Missing Fundamental

Ikumen②

Russia & England:

I Don’t Want to Meet in Private!

alcohol.

Burnt Scones and Yellow Roses

Russia & Japan:

Vodka and Caviar

Aphrodisiac

Eternally Shining Fruit Against this Sky

Russia & France:

REC: Red Erotic Candy

Winter Wind

Russia & Spain:

The Sky is Red, the Sunflowers Sway, and the Summer is Over

Other ships or multi-ship:

I’m Boxed in by Beast-tamers

(Unamed Pixiv Comic #1)

Father Christmas comes to Russia

[STILL JP ONLY] THE BEST XXX

Non-ship:

Big-Boned Princess

Welcome to the Reverse Cat Cafe

12/30

[smol-stardust]

Tell me about your ocs

Yea ofc ofc :))

There's:

Nakamori Shirako, 12 year old gremlin with a katana running around Meian era Japan in search of adventure (and candy and tea)

And Shira’s yakuza affiliated mom and writer dad. and her sisters: in order of oldest to youngest: a shamisen player, a miko (shrine maiden), a chado apprentice and refined version of Shira.

Akemi, the mysterious masked figure who awaits Shira in the forests often. Guardian of the forest shrine??

Delphi Mortimer the sick, frail girl being haunted in her hospital room and struggling with being heard and seen. Withdrawn and philosophical, has many thoughts and opinions about people, life and random little things. Hates hates hates the ghosts in her room.

Electra Volta the cyborg/clone girl who runs around with an electric bug repellent box and bug zapper who has a great disdain if bugs

Harper knows his way around guitar strings and piano wires a little too well. May or may not know how to murder someone with a plectrum. In between jobs, a musician of sorts.

I feel like there’s some random side oc’s but these are the main ones I can think of right now :)

#thank you for asking !! #sparky’s ocs #sparky's.moots:) #tess ❤︎ #sparky’s nonsensical replies #sorry it took me a while to answer :’)

[spicykaraage]

Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Masaharu Niou

[PROFILE]

Birthday: December 4th (Sagittarius)

Blood Type: AB

Relatives: Father, Mother, Older Sister, Younger Brother

Father’s Occupation: Company Employee (construction company)

Elementary School: Unknown (supposedly some school in southern Japan)

Middle School: Rikkai University Junior High School

Grade & Class: Third Year | Class 3-B | Seat 14

Club: Tennis Club - Regular

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: Math, Tube Language [TP]

Weak Subjects: Music

Frequently Visited Spot at School: Rooftop

World Cup Team: U-17 World Cup Japanese Representatives

Favorite Motto: “Riding a black and white horse, I backed up going forward.”

Daily Routines: Preparations and reviewing?

Hobbies: Darts, blackjack [23.5]

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Music: Jazz

Favorite Movie: 8½

Favorite Book: The Trickster’s Paradise ➜ To Have an Honest Heart [23.5]

Favorite Food: Yakiniku (beef tail soup [23.5])

Favorite Anniversary: The night of a New Moon

Preferred Type: A person who’s good at bargaining ➜ A person who shows their true face [23.5]

Ideal Date Spot: A beach ➜ Las Vegas [23.5]

His Gift for a Special Person: Puri-lliant moments filled with surprise and delight

Where He Wants to Travel: Casa Batlló

Thing He Wants Most Right Now: Screws and a screwdriver (it’s unknown what he wants them for) ➜ Glow-in-the-dark paint and balloons (it’s unknown what he wants them for) [23.5]

Dislikes: Heat, vegetables [23.5]

Skills Outside of Tennis: Hitting targets, gun-shooting games [removed], katanuki [23.5], coin toss prediction [23.5]

Spends Allowance On: Secret

Routine During the World Cup: Keeping his pockets filled with chocolate and candy

[DATA]

Height: 175cm ➜ 176cm [23.5]

Weight: 62kg ➜ 60kg [23.5]

Shoe Size: 27cm

Dominant Arm: Left

Vision: 2.0 Left & Right

Play Style: All-Rounder

Signature Moves: Trick Play, Illusion

Time He Wakes Up: 6:45am

Time He Goes to Sleep: 1:00am

Average Calorie Intake in a Day: 2000 calories

Favorite Brands:

Racquet: Prince MORE POWER 1150 S

Shoes: YONEX Power Cushion Wide 271 (SHT-271W)

Overall Rating: Speed: 3 / Power: 2 / Stamina: 3 / Mental: 5 / Technique: 5 / Total: 18

Kurobe Memo: “Rather than techinique or play style, he focuses on copying others. When he completely transforms into his opponent, he can make use of his target’s charisma. What a dangerous person he is.” [RB]

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bag:

Snapping prank gum // Most of his classmates have fell for it

Toy pistol // It’s unknown what he has it for

Bubble blower // People claim to have seen him blowing them on the rooftop

A bouncy ball

A box with something inside // No one knows what’s in it

Sanada’s calligraphy: “Be open-minded.”

What’s in His Locker at the U-17 Training Camp:

Snapping prank gum // He’s challenging himself to consecutively trick people with it

Screws

Bread // To feed stray cats with

Screwdriver

What’s in His Locker [C&S]:

A cube puzzle // Yanagi often plays with it

A snow globe

Oranges he received from an old lady // Given to him for helping an old lady find her lost item. He’d been asked where he got them multiple times, and he finally answered

#tenipuri #tenirabi #profile #my post

[134340am]

thank your lucky stars

levi ackerman x gn!reader, 0.6k words, cw food + sfw based on this headcanon that levi would ration out your chocolate stash 

“leviii.” his name falls from your lips in the form of a long, petulant whine, punctuated with a sigh and an insistent tug on his arm. “levi, darling. one more please. just one more and i won’t bother you again. pleeease.” 

“no, it’s bad for your teeth.”

“but it’s not like i’m going to eat the whole thing!”

“no.”

you sulk at his persistence, turning your back to him with a huff. behind you, levi makes no move to soothe your temper tantrum, keeping his eyes on the television.

you weren’t really mad at him—after all, getting levi to ration your chocolate stash was your own idea. unfortunately, having free access to all the candy in your apartment only meant instant demolition, and for the sake of your blood sugar level (and your own sanity), you’ve entrusted your lover with your sweets stash.

so technically, levi was just doing his job (albeit a bit too well, with the death grip he currently has on your box of strawberry chocolates), but that doesn’t stop you from sulking like there was no tomorrow.

on a typical day, you were more than happy to comply when levi steps in to take your treats away from you. today’s chocolates, however, were your absolute favourites – you were only allowed to have one single box of apollo strawberry chocolates at a time in your apartment because those little bicoloured morsels of goodness were your kryptonite; the smooth and creamy strawberry layer atop a ring of dark chocolate creating the perfect blend of sweet and bitter.

you hear a faint rustle behind you, then the distinct sound of the cardboard box popping open.

“stop sulking. you can have one last piece, but that’s it.” came levi’s stern voice. 

a flash of pink and brown appears in the corner of your vision, held delicately between long and dainty fingers. you couldn’t help the satisfied smile that pops up on your face almost immediately, and you turn to claim the little chocolate between your lips, but stop short of it. 

a quick inspection of the snack had your jaw dropping in surprise.

“levi, look! it’s a star!” you exclaimed, grabbing his hand to take a closer look at the chocolate. levi tilts his head in confusion, looking very much like a kitten that just woke up from a nap. 

he brings the sweet nearer to his face for closer inspection. hmmm. it is indeed star-shaped, its five smooth edges quite unlike the typical frilled edges of the chocolates left in the box.

“the odds of getting one is about one in a thousand,” you continued excitedly, cheeks bursting with a grin so bright it could rival the sun. “we’re so lucky! i can’t believe i almost ate it.”

“is there a prize for getting a star, then?” levi asks. 

“not really. just a placebo sense of good luck, i guess.”

your husband quirks a brow at that. “well, do you feel luckier?”

“kinda!” you beam, and levi feels his heart stir in his chest at the sight. 

“maybe we’ll see a rainbow later,” you continued, looking out your window at the cloudless blue sky. “or we’ll find a four leaf clover. hey levi, maybe the eczema on your arm will start clearing up.”

“you brat,” he scoffs dismissively, though he can’t quite fight the smile that pulls at his lips. your excitement was definitely contagious. “if it does, i’ll buy you another hundred boxes of this shit.”

though looking at the way you dip your head down to pluck the chocolate from his grasp, soft lips brushing delicately against his fingers and a satisfied smile gracing your face, levi can’t help but already feel a hundred, no, a million times luckier.

a/n: apollo strawberry chocolates are made by meiji, one of, if not the biggest manufacturer of dairy products, confectioneries, and other foods in japan. they're one of my fave snacks—not only are they irresistibly delicious, they're also adorable. <3 thank you for reading!

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(image cr. japancandystore.com)

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