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siconetribal · 2 years

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 3

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10

Warning: Cursing

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note (updated 12/15/22):

I don't know how or why this got deleted, so I'm posting it again. Here are the links to the other parts for new readers:

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

PLEASE READ WARNING ALWAYS.

Aside from the occasional whirring of the computer fan trying to cool down the tower and the creak of the computer chair every time Jason moved, the room was silent. Leaning back again, he let his head hang back and let out a loud groan, swiveling to one side until his monitor was just in sight. Still not on yet. He fussed with his hair, the pop of white in the front mixing with the black before falling back into its usual place. He was disgruntled and now growing impatient. “Another fifteen minutes, the hell is going on?” He muttered at the lack of message from “IAmBatman”.

Though he was not an avid gamer, he did dabble in the periodic pastime. When his brothers insisted he try online gaming, he did what any moody loner sibling did and ignored them. However, after enough pestering, he caved and gave it a shot. He lingered in the town/lobby area of the game, buying or creating items, until he felt prepared enough to look at the request board that he usually ignored. There were a bunch of different requests floating around, but he had no intention of randomly selecting one. He needed a good quest where he could contribute. He was not going to ride a bus, nor did he want to be the bus. It was a simple enough restriction…or so he thought.

Very quickly it became clear that at this hour only those who were very skilled or not skilled enough were around. A middle ranger like him was too good or not good enough. Not wanting to be a quitter, Jason stuck to his restrictions and scrolled through the board. He would exit the list and reread again, hoping a refresh would populate new ones. After the fourth refresh and seconds from him rage-quitting out of frustration, an interesting username caught his eye. There, in black ink, was “IAmBatman” requesting help. He could not help the loud snort that came from him as he accepted the task. He needed to see this avatar for himself. It had to be some buff male avatar all black or modded to look as close as possible to the black cowl wearing vigilante. What greeted him was an avatar that was outfitted to look like his vigilante alter: Red Hood.

Jason nearly choked on his water when he saw it. The player had a username calling himself Batman and was dressed up as Red Hood? This had to be some sort of prank. Grabbing his phone, he opened the group chat with the other bat-boys and demanded who was behind this. Anyone available was utterly confused and insisted they had no idea what he was asking about. Snapping a picture, he sent it and asked again. The response? Damian demanded to know what buffoon would mix the two, Dick was sending laughing GIFs, and Tim wanted to meet the genius who was trolling him. It was obvious none of them has a clue on whom this player was, but they all wanted to meet him now.

<You know you’re dressed as Red Hood, right?> He sent into the chat.

<Yeah, so?> IAmBatman responded.

<Who says I’m not?> He stared at his screen and rolled his eyes. <Have you ever seen me and Batman in the same room?>

<I’ve never met you.>

<Which means you haven’t, so you can’t say I’m not.> He let out a small chuckle at the silliness of the argument.

<OK, “Batman”, what’s the plan?> And that was how he made friends with “IAmBatman”. Now, here he was sitting and waiting for the fake crusader to sign in.

I know I’m not the most punctual thanks to my line of work, but IAmBatman is never this late without giving some kind of heads up. Did something happen? They did say they’re living in Gotham, troubles everywhere here. He frowned, tapping his fingers on the table. Another eternity passed by (five minutes). “Forget, I’m logging out. I’m just gonna read, I waited long enough.” He fixed his posture in his chair and wheeled it closer to the table, grabbing his controller. With a few presses and pushes, he was staring at the dialogue box that asked him if he was ready to sign out. His thumb was primed and ready to confirm it, but he could not. Frustrated with himself, he exited the screen and went back to idle. I don’t need to log out, I’ll just grab a book and read. “If they come on, and I miss it, I miss it. So what? They can wait, just like I’ve been.” He pushed his chair back and hopped off the seat, making his way over to his filled bookshelf. Searching through the titles, he grabbed the one he was currently working on and made his way back to the desk.

“Now, I’m just going to sit here and enjoy my book. If they log on, and I miss it, oh well. They can wait as long as I did.” Kicking his feet up on the table, he leaned back and slouched a little into the perfect slight curl before opening to his bookmark. Now his night would not be a waste. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he jumped into the world within the pages.

What felt like the tenth eternity of the night rolled by as he heavily dropped his feet to the floor and sat up. How many times have I read that stupid line? If anyone asked me, I wouldn’t be able to tell you the fuck I even read! He audibly groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands. Did he dare look at the clock? He widened the gab between his index and middle finger to peek at the clock on his wall. “For fuck’s sake, only three minutes?!” He nearly chucked the book in hand at the offending time piece on the wall. “I’m going to go insane, this is it! This is how I, Jason Todd, actually die. Insanity from waiting online for some stranger to come play games with me.” He slouched further in his chair, letting it swivel side to side. Maybe if I do this long enough, I’ll melt into the floorboards. He scrunched his nose and furrowed his brows. This is really pathetic. A ping from the speakers made him jump, the chair sliding backwards as he fell forwards, narrowly saving his nose from smashing into the edge of the desk as he scrambled to get up.

<Hey, sorry I’m late. My shift ended late. Are you still there?> All the anger and frustration he had built up instantly flew away as he blindly reached back until he grabbed the arm of his chair, pulling it back under him as he typed back.

<Yeah, I’m here. Took ya long enough. What’s with all these late night shifts, I might think you’re actually Batman 🤣> he replied.

<Crime stops for no man!> He snorted.

<Ok, caped weirdo, what’s with all the late night shifts?>

<Let’s just say I had an expensive date one night, and now I’m stuck paying off some debt 🙄>

“Expensive date, paying off debt? The hell kind of date is that?” He muttered to himself. <I think you owe me a little more detail than that after making me wait here all night.?

<Can’t we just go kill some dragons instead? 🥺>

<Ugh, fine, rude!>

<Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England 🙄>

<Well, Your Majesty, it’s rude of you to assume my gender when we’ve never met.>

<Wow…so sexy…you really know how to get a guy going. Quit trying to distract me and tell me what happened already!>

<Alright, alright! Jeez, so pushy!> She replied and Jason smirked.

I knew it! He thought with a smug smirk, watching the three dots appear and disappear a few times on the screen as she typed. He watched this repetitive animation run for a good handful of minutes, his curiosity rising with each passing second, until a small paragraph of text appeared on his screen. Leaning on to his right arm, he leaned in closer to the screen as he read. “Couple months ago, spent the night with some dude during her high school reunion dinner, they spent the night at a hotel, he trashed the room, and she’s stuck paying the bill.” He muttered aloud to himself as he summarized the details. “Damn, that sucks!” <What kind of asshole does that?! Can’t you fight the hotel and tell them he’s the real culprit?>

<Damn. Do you remember anything about this guy? I can beat the shit out of him for you. I’m pretty good in a fight, if I do say so myself.>

<Ow, rude! We’ve never even met! How can you tell if I’m strong or not?>

<Nice try, but I have sources close to hm. You’re not Batman. Also, was I wrong though?”

<Would my saying yes or no actually prove your right or wrong? “

<Touché, well, the offer still stands. If you need me to teach that shithead a lesson, just say the word.>

<What, it’s not December yet.>

<Yeah, yeah, let’s go!> He chuckled, following her avatar.In the blink of an eye it was nearly dawn and the two of them finally called it quits and logging off. The boss monster was a lot harder than they anticipated, but they finally managed to get the upper hand and reap the rewards. Crawling into his bed, he pulled the covers up to his shoulders and rolled onto his side. She was safe, and he managed to get some great gameplay time after a boring night of patrol. Maybe life was not so bad after all. Yawning, he closed his eyes and let sleep finally creep over him. Yup, a good night. His eyes flew open as he practically went flying out of bed at how fast he sat up. Two words had suddenly come hurdling to the forefront of his mind. Two words he skimmed over in his eagerness to get the hunting on the road. The same pair of words that made his eye twitch from how close they were to his old title as Batman’s sidekick. “Holy shit, there’s no way! It can’t be, but who else says that?!” He let out another loud groan as he dropped backwards on to his mattress. IAmBatman was the girl from the hotel room. Tonight was going to be a long night.

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uncle-cucky · 2 years

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OH QUESTION: in clip studio how do you make the tweening squash and stretch like that? I'm pretty new to the animation part of the program so forgive me if it's like, very obvious where it is but Ive never seen a way to squash/stretch a layer like how your animation does, I've only seen how to resize a layer

SURE I CAN DO MY BEST TO HELP!!!

Just know that I am very new to this as well and this something here PROBS has a better way of doing it, but IDK THAT WAY SO. Here's how I did it.

First off I have the big boy clip studio idk if the cheaper one works with this so just know that.

MY BADLY MADE TUTORIAL TIME!

(Will also link video tutorials at the bottom that I used to help me! So if you don't wanna read my ramble explanations just skip to that LOL-)

((Also things will be broken up into like- chapters? as I don't know how much you know and want to help cover some bases that I learned that you or others may not know! But Know I am still learning so feel free to try and do things your own way! :D))

STARTING BASICS

So to start off I use the Project:Animation option in clip for this, there are preset sizes for things, which i suggest using first trying things out. I didn't really mess with anything on the right side sense tbh starting off all you need is on the left, being canvas size and the amount of blank space you want.

If you don't know what blank space it's like... A little secret place you can scribble down notes for animation to keep in mind, and won't show up in the animation when you're done exporting it.

This is also useful to overflow the things you want to tween as they don't get chopped off awkwardly. See how I drew her skirt and ear going past it? That's why.

So I can move them freely without fear of it ending suddenly! This is something I learned was a good tactic to do for when I did my vtuber models as it is also a type of tweening!

TLDR: Everything in the box will be seen, and everything outside of the box wont!

and if you want to change any of the blank space to add more or less go to Edit>Canvas Properties... It should be near the bottom of the list!

Correcting speed!

Clip studio does NOT actually show you the correct speed of your animation by default! To make it go closer to the actual speed of your animation go to Animation>Playback Settings>Prefer Speed! As by default clip has it set to prefer quality, which is just it trying to keep it looking nice while playing but may skip some frames! So that is something to check!

You can add music to clip studio animations!

Select the frame you'd like to add music onto, go to File>Import>Audio. BUT- make sure the audio file is a WAV file not a MP3. While MP3s work they are more likely to become off sync, while WAV's stay on sync.

Clip doesn't keep transparent backgrounds with gifs idk why but it's cringe.

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PLACING YOUR TIMELINE

(I closed my brushes and some things to help be less distracting :D )

Personally I like to keep my timeline at the bottom of my screen as it allows the most space.

If for some reason your timeline isn't showing or you accidentally deleted it just go to Window>Timeline and it should appear! You can make it appear on non animation projects as well.

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ANIMATION FOLDERS

So if you used clip for animating there's a good chance, your timeline may have looked something like this.

Which, isn't bad. But it's not great. (I know because I did it like this until yesterday BUT GOOD NEWS, YOU NO LONGER NEED TO DO THIS STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN. (tbh it feels more like hell but w/e)

BECAUSE WE HAVE ANIMATION FOLDERS.

Now while this just sounds like a normal folder, it's very specific and will allow you do edit things with tweens! But it can also let you turn that stairway to heaven into a hallway!

Like say you want to do a simple jumping gif?

Put all of the separate layers into the animation folder! it'll show you only the first layer at first, don't worry that's normal.

Right Click next to the Layer 1, and select the layer name of the frame you'd like to add next! And continue until all your frames are down! And

*pretend this is a gif*

Congrats!!! You did it!!! You have a little animation!!!! You did it!!!

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TWEENING/KEYFRAMES

(Im going to be using the Sweet Pea waving as my example here!. And to note after i drew her body parts separately, I copied it, and merged the the limbs with the lineart to their colors to make the process easier.)

So. You know how I just showed you how to put things together in animation folders? We're not doing that anymore, Unless you want 2 things to move the exact same way.

Instead your going to put each moving part into it's own animation folder.

Have everything in? Good. Now what your gonna do is on the right where the layers are select them. Then you are going to press this button that looks like a zooming square.

This will allow you to add keyframes onto the layer. Note. You will not be able to draw on those layers with this on so if there is something you want to fix, you can turn it off the same way you turned it on.

There are 3 types of keyframes, yellow - hold, green - linear, and Blue - smooth. I only used blue here so that's all I'll be going over with. TLDR it does what it says, it keeps the animation from key 1 to 2 smooth.

And with keyframes this is where your going to be able to squish and move things freely and how you move things is you'll click this.

and from there I suggest moving your anchor point (the crosshair) to the base (say I'm trying to move her head so I would place the crosshair where her neck is as that's where it would be anchored to the body!)

And Im going to assume you know how to place keypoints. but if you don't click on the timeline and move the head to where you would want it to be at that time, and it will appear automatically!

And once you have those down NOW you can get to the squash and stretch!

These red and green lines will be pretty much how you handle everything! They're how you can edit your keypoints by changing position, scale ratio, ect!

if you want to focus on one thing you can click the XYV to remove that color of lines, or click the eyes to view only certain types of movements!

and youll really want to just play around with slightly tilting and moving the keyframes here to try and get the tween motion you want! It's a bit tricky So i suggest starting small!!!

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ENDING

and yeah thats pretty much it! (also tumblr wont allow me to post more image references so- hard for me to get into too much detail but hoped this helped!!! If something I said doesn't make sense or you need more detail on please ask! I'm always open to helping people out when I can!)

There are alot of resources out there to help you out and I'm happy you let me be one of them! :] Good luck!!!

AND AS PROMISED HERE ARE 2 VIDEOS I USED THAT HELPED ME OUT ALOT (and pretty much said everything I said here) but I'm a step by step learner so- this is how I explain things LOL-)

(x) - this video has some swearing but is very funny and useful!

(x) - light but straight forward!

#tutorial #uncle helps #clip studio #animation #im sorry im autistic so i write alot when i really couldve just given you the videos LOL

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weirdthinkingdragon · 3 years

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Welcome To The Family (6/???)

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / here

Yandere EraserMic household x reader

Fun fact- Tadao was a sudden decision I made up on the spot after chapter 3 and wasn’t expecting to really make him a character other than a mentioned person with a mold/fungus quirk. I did though, and already love him as an OC more than I should. Oops.

It might be a long while before the next chapter. I think I may have drained myself a bit from focusing on this story so much.

Warnings- swearing, slight coercion I think? Not really sure but better safe than sorry.

I promise the darker stuff is coming soon.

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I wake up to someone calling me. Hitoshi? Why is he calling me at… 9 in the morning? Come on dude, I want to sleep more for dinner tonight. My fault for hanging out with Tadao a bit later last night than usual. He’s started walking with me to our apartment for the past few days. I wonder why we haven’t hung out until now. Meanwhile, Ryo and I seemed to drift apart. They refuse to even look at me now when I saw them last night.

Ugh, might as well answer it. “Hey, Hitoshi. You need something?” I tiredly slur from just waking up.

“Sorry for waking you…” Apologized the familiar voice of Eri. Wait, Eri? Why does she have Hitoshi’s phone? The wonder why she has his phone wakes me up a bit more.

“Oh, hey, Eri. Is something wrong?” A slight panic enters me in the possibility something bad could have happened to one of the guys. “Wait, is everyone okay?”

“We’re good. Just wanted to talk a bit with you before tonight.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Hitoshi in the background.

Relief floods me. “That’s good. What about?”

“Our dads!” Eri cheerfully informs.

My eyes narrow in confusion. “What about them?”

“What do you think of them?” Hitoshi asks. Huh? Why does this need to be talked about now? Maybe because more likely than not the two adults are asleep, and won’t hear the conversation?

I’m too tired to be filtered right now, so whatever comes to mind is whatever is going to be said. “They’re… An interesting two, to say the least. Hizashi seems like someone I can rely on to cheer me up pretty easily if I’m ever down, and after that day Shouta was sick, I realize Shouta’s secretly a lot more caring than he lets on. Still wouldn’t want to pi- anger him.” Ugh, it’s too early. I nearly just swore with Eri there! Well, saying “piss him off” wouldn’t have been that bad, but she needs to keep that innocence at least for a while yet.

Hitoshi laughs, probably catching on with what I almost said. “Seen it first-hand with his class. Can’t say I recommend it either.”

“What about looks?” Eri suddenly asks, catching me off-guard. What do their looks have to do with anything? They’re also a married couple, so whatever I think is invalid anyways.

“Well, had this weird thought of wondering what Hizashi would look like with his hair fully down when we went to the festival, but that’s really not something that I need to tell him. It’s something I probably shouldn’t be wondering in the first place.”

“What’s the problem in wondering that? It’s just hair.”

“Says the one who always looks like he stuck his head out a car window and hair decided to stay that way.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

I go back onto the topic. “Otherwise, I’m not really sure what to talk about with them. It’s their choices of what they wear. Though it IS pretty funny imagining Hizashi forcing Shouta to wear something he normally wouldn’t.”

“It’s happened more than once before.”

I tiredly let out a laugh. “I believe it.”

“Daddy made him wear a dress!”

An almost inhuman sound comes out of me at the thought of Shouta deeply frowning with a strapless hot pink dress forced onto him, and the only reason he does it is Hizashi would probably keep pestering him otherwise.

“Maybe sometime we could get him to do it again with you here. It’s quite a thing to see.”

“Oh, really? How did he not kill you for laughing?”

“He almost did,” he replies jokingly.

“If he tries to attack me when I’m there, you’re taking the blow.” I joke back.

He goes silent for a moment. “He wouldn’t dare. If he did, he’d have an angry little girl scolding him.”

“Toooshiiii!”

“What? You know I’m right.”

“Hmph.”

“Anyway, want to tell them what you’ll wear?”

“No! It’s a surprise!”

“Right back at you two,” I inform the slightly bickering duo.

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We both hung up after a bit more of talking about tonight. I could swear there was someone talking in the background for a second, but I brushed it off as the T.V. Eri was probably watching something earlier and forgot to lower the volume.

After playing on my computer for a while since it’s close to my bed, I decided to just get up and get ready. There are not many fancy things I have, so it’s quite limited on what to wear. Hopefully, they don’t mind if it’s a bit more casual than fancy. There’s plenty of time to shop for something, but I’m honestly too lazy to go anywhere. Just something of my favorite color and slightly more fancy than my daily clothes should work.

I have to dig much deeper into my closet to find said clothing from not wearing it too often.

One of my favorite color is grabbed. Nope, that’s not it.

I move a few more. Wait, there it is! I move a few more pieces of clothing and grab it, pulling it out. Hopefully, it still fits. Welp, time to try. I take off my pajamas.

Like a glove. Perfect!

Just to make sure there are no new forgotten holes or something, I look at myself in my body mirror. Huh, I actually look pretty good in this! I might have to wear it more often. Something feels like it’s missing though. Maybe a ring or something would help?

I look over to the select few rings I have, including the forgotten one Ryo gave me. My heart slightly twinges at remembering they gave it as a best friends type of ring years ago. A ring with real blue topaz fitting my middle finger.

Might as well wear it. I slip it on and decide to leave my room, though they won’t be here for a while yet. Maybe Tadao will be around.

My body instinctively starts looking around for the familiar- oh, not again. Does he LIKE sleeping on the floor in the hall or something? I walk up to his sleeping form. I gently nudge him to move with my foot.

He groans, and curls his head deeper onto his arm, also bringing his legs up so he’s a ball. “Come on dude, I know your quirk is related to mold and all, but you’re not supposed to BECOME it.”

“I am one with the floor… I shall be the floor…” He mumbles, probably sleep talking.

I nudge him harder, making him open his eyes to look up at me. “Heyyy Y/N. What time is it?” He sluggishly asks.

I check my phone. “Already half-past noon.”

That got his attention. Both of his eyes snapped open as he shot to sit up. He grabs his rather cracked phone and looks at it. There are a few messages on the screen without him unlocking it. They’re impossible to read as he seems frantic after looking at them. “Already!? Man, I gotta get ready! I’ll be late for work!”

I don’t even get the chance to ask him anything since he gets to his feet and sprints off past my door, probably to his.

Glancing at Ryo’s door, the thought of checking on them arises. No, they’re deciding on acting out like this. Crawling to them could only continue this childish way again at some point. Ugh, what to do now though? It will be boring to just sit around for the next few hours. The park could be good for a few hours.

The villains around though? Nah. Welp, more computer time.

Familiar brown hair in the corner of my eye catches my attention before returning to my door. It’s the woman that glared at me with Hizashi at the studio. What’s she doing around here? Never saw her around before, and she doesn’t exactly strike me as the type to like parties. Funny if she’s attracted to Hizashi like he told me.

She keeps her glare on me as she… Knocks on Ryo’s door? Oh hell no. There’s no way Ryo is hanging out with someone like that. I’m proven wrong though as Ryo opens the door and pulls them in without looking at me.

I- What? What’s going on lately?

Also, okay, what the ever-loving fuck Ryo!?

Calm down, give them the benefit of the doubt. Maybe the woman hasn’t told Ryo anything about my work, and maybe it can just be a sudden meeting they did at one point, and it’s an opposites attract type of friendship. After all, I haven’t really been around. They were bound to try to find someone else to hang out with I suppose. Should this be a concern to bring up with Hizashi and Shouta though?

I stand there still staring at Ryo’s door and blink confusedly. They couldn’t have found anyone better to hang out with? Even a villain would have been better than her in my opinion. Sure, more trouble from me being around two- basically three- heroes could arise, but I’d be willing to keep that kind of secret for them. But this? This gives me a bad feeling.

What if she’s the reason Ryo is acting so odd?

Next Sunday will be the day to get some answers from them. If they will talk to me, that is.

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Time seems to slip by while being on my computer. My phone notifies me of a text message. I look at it to see it’s from Hizashi.

“Hitoshi’s coming in to get ya! We’re waiting!” My eyes widen noticing it’s already past six at night.

I try to text him ASAP to not let Hitoshi come in. They won’t be happy with my living place. “That will be fine, call him off. I’ll be out shortly.”

“Too late! Sorry!”

I sigh. He doesn’t even know which one mine is! I put my computer away and quickly left. Looking left and right, there’s familiar purple hair far down on the right. Obviously, it’s Hitoshi. He is staring with great disgust at the peeling walls and ripped-up flooring. Oh boy, it’s probably a disaster with what is about to happen in the vehicle now.

The hallway is rather dimly lit now, making it slightly hard to see, but it’s easy to tell he’s wearing a suit matching his eye color. I’m feeling pretty underdressed now.

“Hey, Hitoshi. You could have waited outside. Uh… You probably should have no offense.”

He glares at a piece of wall that falls off onto the floor. “How do you live in this?”

I shrug. “Eh, you get used to it,” I noticed his frustrated expression. He’s about to ask me why I don’t move or something since I clearly could with my pay. “And before you say anything, I rather like it here. It’s where a lot of my closest friends are.”

His eyes narrow at me. “You could still visit instead of living here.”

Someone jumps upstairs, making the place shake, and a piece of the ceiling on this level chips off and falls next to the wall piece on the floor.

“That’s new,” I comment. It’s true, the ceiling has never fallen before. Makes me wonder when this whole building is going to collapse. Bit worried for my friends here now.

Hitoshi looks at me like I just told him the world is going to end tomorrow.

I start walking to the exit, having Hitoshi follow behind me too closely for my taste. Makes sense if he’s doing it for my protection, but he obviously doesn’t know these people as I do. He almost could be felt against my back. “You mind standing back a bit? You’re rather close.”

He does, but just barely.

It doesn't take long for us to get to the vehicle. Just like before, I get in the center and hug Eri. The slight light in the car makes it hard to see her dress, but I'm pretty sure it's a bright silverish blue. The light wasn't on long enough to notice the two up front.

They do seem to notice Hitoshi in a slightly on edge type of way. For the moment the light was on.

"What's wrong, little hypno-man?"

"Their apartment is not fitting to live in."

"What?" Hizashi's tone almost drastically changes. I'm glad I can't see them right now. I focus on the scenery past Hitoshi to try ignoring the growing unease of him whistleblowing to them.

"It's falling apart. A part of the wall fell to the floor. The inside is much worse than the outside."

"Why are you still living there? You can easily move with the money we give you." Shouta pipes up.

"Because I like living there. It's a walking distance from your place, and all my friends are there."

"You could visit them some other time if you moved. We'd pay a bus for you if needed."

"Exactly! Or I could drive ya to our place! It wouldn't be a problem, and it would give me a little somethin' to do while the grump wakes up in the morning!"

I don't feel comfortable at the thought of having to rely on them like that. They're already so busy themselves, it really wouldn't be fair to them despite what they say.

“Uh… no. Thanks for the offer, but my place is good for now.”

The air is rather tense, telling me that they want to push more on the subject, but decide not to for now.

I decided to bring up what happened earlier. “Remember that bad woman from before?”

“You mean Chiyo?” Shouta spits her name with such hate, someone would think he’d murder her if he could. Hizashi must have told him about our meeting in his studio. Wait, Isn’t that a first name?

As if reading my mind, Hizashi answers for Shouta. “She doesn’t deserve the respect of last name. What about her?”

“I discovered today she might be hanging out with one of my closest friends that doesn’t seem to be too happy with me lately. Isn’t it a bit of a concern she might tell them that I babysit for you guys?”

“That’s confidential information. Like it was said to you before you started, you can’t tell anyone our identities. They can get into serious trouble if they do, and they signed a contract accepting they wouldn’t.” Shouta replies.

“That’s good to know.” I say, sounding relieved. They could be told how Ryo thinks they’re bad parents for me babysitting so often, but that’s something that probably doesn’t need to be brought up. Especially if she can’t tell Ryo about it.

Hizashi pulls up and parks in front of the restaurant we must be dining in. wait- fuck, I’ve heard of this place. It’s one of the most expensive restaurants around here! We exit and enter the restaurant. The first thing I noticed was how well-dressed the two men were. Shouta was wearing a navy blue suit, white undershirt, and a light brown tie. Oddly, he’s also wearing glasses. When did he need glasses?

Hizashi was wearing a cream-colored suit with a dark grey undershirt and a tie matching his eye color. Looking at the four of them and the others around, I am… severely underdressed. Doesn’t feel much better with everyone that stares at me from their tables for a moment.

Wait- Hizashi’s. Hair. Is. Fully. Down. I whip my head towards Hitoshi and glare in betrayal.

He notices with a smirk, and puts his hands in front of himself in mock-defense. “Don’t look at me. He was there then, just didn’t speak.”

My eyes narrow. “So it really WASN’T the T.V.” Seriously though!? That’s so embarrassing! He must have heard everything!

Him and Hizashi chuckle at me, making me feel worse.

A woman comes up from the counter. “Please tell me the name of your reservation.”

“The Aizawa’s.” Um… I’m not exactly a part of this family? Well, it does make sense though I guess just to do a last name. Hizashi smirks at Shouta while he glares in return.

“Right this way please.” She starts to lead the five of us to a table farther in the back. The enormous chandeliers overhead from the really tall ceiling are slightly intimidating if I’m to be honest. Each crystal is taller than Hizashi from the top of his hair in his hero costume to his feet.

The white and gold walls of the place give a surprisingly calming type of effect. It’s rather cool in here as well. Probably to help combat the ones who wear layers of clothes to be more fancy or something.

“You couldn’t have chosen anything else?” Shouta hisses quietly enough for the woman not to hear, but I’m close enough that I can. I’m right between them from behind while Hitoshi and Eri are behind me. I can swear Hitoshi keeps trying to nudge me forward closer to them.

“Aw, don’t worry ‘bout it babe! Besides, you and I both know you’re known much less than me! This way they won’t know us!” He leans even closer to Shouta. “And don’t deny it, you know you like the thought of me bein’ called an Aizawa~”

I can see red start to cover the side of Shouta’s face even though he tries his best to hide and prevent it. Ha! Now he’s the one to be embarrassed!

I let out a chuckle, making Hizashi turn and give me a toothy grin.

We get to a table with booth seats. The color of them is surprisingly similar to Eri’s dress.

I go to sit with Hitoshi and Eri, but like before, Hizashi grabs my wrist and has me sit between him and Shouta. Why do you keep doing this to me dude!? Shouta is on my right by the wall with Hizashi on my left by the opening.

Eri is sitting by the wall with Hitoshi by the opening in front of us. I didn’t notice before, but her dress has some candy apple red jewels the shape of diamonds, adorning the dress even more than it already was. Must be new since it’s never been seen by me before.

… I don’t like the closeness of the two men beside me again. Saying it is uncomfortable is an understatement. A difference than before is the heat of their thighs radiating through their pants onto mine.

The woman hands us menus. “Someone will be here to take your orders shortly.”

I try to brush them off while looking at the menu.

“Hey Y/N, are ya datin’ anyone?”

“Maybe.” They don’t need to know I’m not.

“That’s a yes or no question.” Shouta states with slight annoyance. He must have forgotten I told him I’m not the day he was sick.

“They better not be a villain. We’d hate to have to do something to you and them. Better be honest, you’re not looking the best right now.” Hitoshi accuses.

What the heck Hitoshi!? You’re just going to turn on me like this!? Why I ought to come over there and smack the back of your head myself!

My saving grace as the waiter comes- Tadao!? This is where he works!? He comes up to our table with a notepad in front of him. "Hello, I’m Ito, and I’ll be your waiter for tonight. What can I get you started with?”

“Tadao, you work here?”

His head snaps up from the notepad, and looks at me. “Oh hey, Y/N!” His face becomes a smirk. “What happened to calling me glowstick?”

“Well, you’re not really glowing right now in this light, are you?”

“Ha, you got me there.”

The three men look between us with some look I don’t really understand.

“Ya know each other?”

“You could say we’re close.” Tadao informs. They grow rather deep frowns at the news.

He clears his throat and brings his notepad up. “What drinks could I start you guys with?” We each tell him our drinks and he writes them down. “All right, drinks coming right up!” He leaves to go get them.

“He’s one of the reasons I don’t move out of my apartment. Especially now. We’ve become really close recently.”

“You should stay away from him. He seems like bad news.” Hitoshi informs.

??? huh? “Why, do you know he has a villain record or something?”

“He could be using you. Stay away from him or we might have to make sure he doesn’t do anything.”

Okay, THAT pisses me off. “First of all, you guys can’t tell me who I can and can’t hang out with outside of babysitting hours. Second of all, I’d really appreciate it if you guys could be less judging of him, because he has never done anything even slightly villainous whenever we met.” My slightly edged tone makes them back off the topic. I wanted to add third of all being he walks with me at night to our apartment place, but that seems like a bad idea if their reaction is this so far.

It grows awkwardly silent between us all for a moment. Maybe I should have kept the others to myself too, but damn it, they need to have more respect for my decisions they were never a part of, and have no need to be a part of.

Tadao comes with our drinks. He places them down, and Hizashi immediately takes a big drink of his.

“Here you guys go, and one drink for one special person.” He jokingly winks at me.

I roll my eyes in response. “Sometimes I truly wonder if I hate you.” I tease.

He rolls his eyes in return. “Admit it, you know you love me.”

Hizashi chokes on his drink. I don’t help him from still being a bit upset. He should be fine anyways after a bit.

He does, and is able to manage keeping his quirk down as well.

“Do I?” I question teasingly.

The three men glare at him. Sheesh, what’s their problem?

He seems rather uncomfortable by it and leaves in a rush immediately after taking our orders. After I almost had a heart attack from the beyond insane prices, of course. Even the cheapest thing is over half the money I’m given a day for babysitting.

I’m getting pretty upset with these guys right now. Starting to wonder if they got hit with some odd quirk again or something.

That calms me down a bit since it would kind of make sense that’s why they’re acting odd. How long will it last though? Better not be long. I don’t know if I can handle them like this without losing my mind.

“Hey, Y/N. We have something for you,” Hitoshi pipes up, and nods towards Hizashi.

“Right!” He reaches into one of his pockets and pulls out a… necklace? It has my favorite type of jewel in it, encased behind and around the edges with what looks like real gold. A different shine is on it, like something is covering the gold to prevent it from easily being destroyed by weather or wear. The shape is in a rather large teardrop. It looks custom-made as well. Never seen anything even close to what this looks like before.

“It’s a gift!” Eri cheerfully chimes in.

“That she helped us pick for you.” Shouta informs.

Please don’t tell me it’s authentic. It looks real though. I can’t even begin to imagine the price of what it must have cost to create it if it is real. “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept this! It feels too much like I’m just using you guys if I do!”

The three of them frown. Even Eri seems a bit disappointed.

Eri asking me my favorite jewel kind of makes sense now, but why would they want to give this to me?

“C’mon, let’s put it on ya!” He hands it over to Hitoshi and stands up, pulling me to stand up with him. Hitoshi stands as well.

“Did you guys not hear me? I- I can’t accept it!”

Hizashi shakes his head. “Don’t be so worried, dear little lovesong! We want you to have it! Ya can’t just say no, we spent too much for it to go to waste now!”

Hitoshi goes behind me with the necklace and is able to put it on while I’m still rather reluctant to accept such a gift.

Eri’s eyes almost seem to sparkle when the clasp gets shut on it. “You look amazing!”

I freeze in my tracks to notice everyone is staring at us yet again. This time with slightly different reactions. A couple of them seem to be with envy, making me want to shrivel up and hide in a hole, and others seem to be appreciative I have something more expensive than my clothes now or something.

At least Shouta seems to give me mercy by pulling me back down in the booth and glaring at them all in such a way that they all stop staring. I’m feeling a bit like a ragdoll at this point.

Hitoshi joins him, making sure they truly stop. The glare combined of those two could probably curdle the blood of All Might himself.

The restaurant seems to grow quiet between all of us.

I decide to escape by using the bathroom. Hizashi didn’t have time to sit back down before it was necessary. “Stay here, it won’t take me long.” They still seem reluctant to let me go alone.

Getting to the bathrooms, I didn’t have to go, just wanted to get out of the stares and whispers for a little bit. Despite the men’s glares, of course there was still going to be gossip of someone in here who looks so out of place.

“Hey, Y/N, be careful around them, alright? They’re pretty strange.” Pipes up the familiar voice of Tadao behind me.

I play dumb. He probably shouldn’t know I know they must have been hit with some kind of quirk. “How do you know? They could just be being cautious since their children are with.”

“I admit, I did watch you a bit at the festival. More so the men you were with when they came. Something about them isn’t... “ He seems to be struggling with figuring out how to explain it. “It’s wrong. I just can’t quite put my finger on what it is. Again, just be careful, alright?”

I just nod and enter the bathroom.

A bit after cooling off, I go back to the dinner table, them all still waiting and chatting about school. Well, Shouta being nearly silent as usual. Hizashi quickly stands up to let me sit between them again. Ugh, I really don’t want to.

Yet I do, just to be kind. The least I can do is sit through this since they went through the effort of such a gift, even though to me it seems highly unnecessary.

Tadao comes with our food not much later with a secret frown on his face. He’s smiling, but I’ve learned him well enough by now it’s worry he has instead of a cheerful personality. It slightly drops to reveal his true emotions when he notices the guys glaring at him yet again. He doesn’t say a word, just drops all of the food off and leaves.

This feels like a really ruined dinner, even though this food is incredibly good. The atmosphere has definitely become shit. I seem to be the only one to notice. Hizashi looks over towards me and gives me another grin, not giving much comfort. What’s worse is every time I stop for a moment and rest my hand on my lap, Shouta seems to try to grab it. It led me to just keeping the utensil for my dinner in my hand.

I’ll have to apologize to Tadao for their behavior tomorrow. Easier said than done since I still can’t exactly tell him who they are. Cursed contract.

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Double fun fact- Did you know slapping someone’s back if they’re choking is actually worse than letting them try to get it out themselves, especially if it’s food? The food can actually get lodged deeper in their throat at the impact. Huh, First Aid is quite interesting.

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dr4cary-s · 3 years

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— UPSIDEDOWN WORLD. . . !

chapter one. — new user

— ♡ ❪ masterlist ❫ — ❪ next episode ❫

summary: a strange page that can take you to a upsidedown world. this is how Y/N's life changed just by watching anime online. never trust those pages that they not have pornographic ads.

a/n: okay I know but. . . I COULDN'T RESIST MYSELF. i don't know how to control my emotions i'm too anxious lmfao. so here is it... welcome to the upsidedown world!!! the summary is not the best thing that i do, but i promise you from the bed of oikawa u will love it. the taglist is open, so hurry up if you want to be added to this crazy world.

pairing: haikyuu! various x f!reader

warnings: none

w/c: 790 this is to short :(

"Arami (Y/N)!"

You groan.

"What?!" You yelled from your room.

"I told you to fold the clothes! You did not do it!"

You made a complaining sound.

"I'll do it in a bit! Let me see some chap—"

"None of that miss! First fold the clothes and then you see those your cartoons!"

"But—"

"(Y/N)!" She threatened.

You let out a long sigh and got up from your bed, going to carry out your mother's order.

You had arrived a few minutes ago from school and you just wanted to see the chapters of your beloved anime: Haikyuu!!. The new season is fantastic! And the characters! Oh my God...

Just thinking about them makes your mouth produce more saliva than normal. Why can't they exist?! It's so unfair! Although... On second thought, if they existed, you wouldn't be able to talk to almost anyone, since they would be in their business and many girls would be around them.

You shook your head, pushing those thoughts out. The faster you finish the task you mother asked you, the more time you will have to watch anime.

"What's in that cartoons that you always watch? Aren't you a little big already...?"

You looked at her indignantly. "What?!"

"What?" She said, not understanding your reaction.

"Mom, better... Don't say anything, okay? Shut up"

"Just saying! You could, I don't know, watch series with real people" She remark the real.

"Why? The result is the same: I would never know them"

She hesitated for a few seconds before speaking. "Yes but... At least they exist"

"Mommy!" You reproached, hurt by her words.

She laughed heartily, she did it on purpose.

You grumbled under your breath as you folded the laundry at a technically inhuman speed, resulting in a poorly made ball of cloth.

Your mother cleared her throat.

You groan.

"I got it, I'll do it again" You spoke reluctantly.

"Good that we understand each other"

You sighed. I just wanted to see anime peacefully... You think to yourself.

(...)

You stretched your body and looked at the laptop on your bed. You smiled as you drank from the straw in your glass. You came prepared for a beautiful marathon of your beautiful boys.

You lay down and started looking for the page but when you entered a poster appeared.

'Page in maintenance. The x / xx / xxxx will be enabled again.'

"Why the fuc…" You sighed. Let's see what other page you can find...

'Watch anime in 4k quality! I bet you will feel into the anime itself because of the perfect quality. Free!'

"Uh, that sounds good"

You clicked on the page and as incredible as it sounds, it did not contain annoying ads or anything that contains... porn. A grimace escaped your face as you remembered all those annoying virus-filled ads. You put the name in the search engine and there it was.

You smiled when you saw that all the seasons were found, even the new one. You clicked on the chapter to start watching it.

"Please! Choose the quality:

° Low quality

° Normal quality

° High quality

> REAL quality (it is recommended to be careful with this quality. The feeling can be extreme)

"Aha, yeah. Give me the real quality!" You selected the option and hit play.

"Wow..." You closed your eyes due to an annoying light and instantly pain seized your ass.

You opened your eyes and stroked your butt. You frowned. Where the fuck am I? I fell? Is this...? You looked everywhere, without getting up from the ground. You must be imagining things. Your eyes went up and there you saw a screen. My room!. The screen closed, disappearing.

"Enjoy user 1! You are the first to enter our experimental page. Congratulations!"

The mini poster disappeared.

You know this gym. TOO MUCH.

The doors opened and from these, the main characters made their appearance. They stopped laughing and chatting with each other. They stopped talking when they noticed your presence. They looked at you and you looked at them.

"What?!" Hinata was the first to speak. "Arami (Y/N) is here! In real life! Are you watching this Kageyama?! Arami is here! In the flesh!"

"My favorite character is real! Is this real?!" Nishinoya spoke euphorically.

Sugawara along with Asahi fainted.

You just looked at them in immense confusion and shock.

The fuck is going on here?!

"It must be someone like her, Shoyo. It can't be her, she doesn't exist" Ennoshita clarified sweetly.

"E-Eh... Guys...? Is it... you?

They stopped seeing each other to now look at you.

"She speaks! It is real!" Tanaka announced happily.

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kiwisol · 4 years

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like gum: n.jm

pairing: basketball team captain!na jaemin x reader

genre: slice of life, fluff

a/n: requested by this lovely anon <3 i hope you like it!

wc: 1.1K

You grabbed your text book and put it in your book bag, zipping it up and closing the door of your locker. Pulling our your phone, you leaned against the metal door and scrolled through Twitter to pass time. A hand reached out and covered your screen, making you look up and see Jaemin.

“Hi bub. Ready?” He asked, holding a hand out to grab your bag.

You nodded and handed it to him, walking side by side down the hall toward the gym. He had basketball practice every Monday and Wednesday, and unless Coach Choi was in a good mood and decided to cut it short, it always lasted two hours. You’d usually just go home on days like this, but he had insisted to wait so he could drive you home.

You hit his shoulder lightly. “What? Why? I could have just gone home Jaem, I don’t want him getting mad.”

Jaemin shook his head and turned to look behind him as the door opened, his coach coming in with a tired expression on his face.

“Do you see how tired he is? I think he’s glad I asked to cut it short,” he laughed, placing a kiss on your forehead. “We’re gonna start now. It’ll only be an hour, promise.”

You smiled at him and nodded, making yourself as comfortable as you could on the hard bench. You waved at his team, laughing as the boys began to tease Jaemin. In expert procrastinator fashion, you skimmed over your textbook, trying to catch up on all the chapters you decided not to read over the past few weeks. You had a report due tomorrow along with an astronomy test, which you had barely prepared for.

Coach Choi’s unusually loud whistle and the squeaks of the boys shoes on the freshly waxed court slowly seemed to fade out, and you got deep into the book until your name was called out.

Looking up in confusion, you watched Jaemin give you a grin with a basketball in his hands. The rest of the team was either doing drills around the gym or wall passes, with a select few opting to look at what Jaem was doing.

“This one’s for you,” He said, winking as he attempted to shoot the ball into the basket.

He missed.

Mark burst into a fit of giggles, and Chenle laughed loudly while smacking Jisung’s back. You tried to muffle your laughter with your hand, Jaemin’s look of disappointment a change from his usual confident demeanor.

“Oh my god. Coach, did you see that?!” Renjun yelled from across the gym. “That was so embarrassing.”

“Please take the title of captain away from him,” Chenle said in between wheezes, barely able to continue dribbling his ball.

Coach Choi joined in on the laughter but shook his head, going back to watching a smaller group as they switched spots with a few of the guys.

You gave Jaemin an encouraging thumbs up. “I think it was great!”

“I’m never doing that again,” Jaemin deadpanned, jogging to the end of the court.

You shook your head and returned to reading your book, writing down small notes in the margins. The hour went by quickly and Coach Choi blew his whistle to signal the end of practice. You put your things away and said goodbye to the boys as they walked past you and out the door, Jaemin rounding them out.

“Very good practice today Mr. Na,” you said, feigning formality.

“Why thank you. Would you like to accompany me for some food?” he asked, offering you his arm to grab.

You grabbed onto him and nodded, walking toward the exit of the school. He was parked nearby, the walk just under three minutes. Unlocking his car and opening your door, he grabbed your bag from you and placed it in the backseat. After he got in and started the car, he turned on the radio.

“What do you wanna eat? You pick.”

“Ummm, kinda want a burger,” you said, running through different options in your head.

“That sounds good. Our spot?”

“Yes sir, you know it.”

The drive was quick, and Jaemin spent it holding your hand over the middle compartment and telling you all about his day. He explained an interesting discussion from his english class, giving you his opinion and asking you to weigh in. You always enjoyed conversations like that, he never failed to show you a new perspective. The restaurant came into view and Jaemin whooped, causing a laugh to escape your lips. He went into the drive through, ordering your usual and a raspberry lemonade to share.

“I have a game on Tuesday, will you come?” he asked, grabbing the food from the window and saying a thanks.

“Yeah, I think I had a meeting after school with my club but I can reschedule,” you replied, reaching into the bag to take out your food as he parked.

“Okay, thank you love. I can’t play without my biggest fan there.”

“I wouldn’t say biggest. I think Jeno is definitely up there,” you said, stealing fries from his bag.

He laughed loudly and set his food on his lap, lowering the music and air conditioning. You pushed your seat back, creating more leg space and making yourself comfortable. The next couple of minutes were spent quietly eating, the silence occasionally cut with comments about your day at school while you watched the sky turn an orange color.

You lowered your window and let in the breeze, grabbing the lemonade from the cup holder and taking a sip.

“Days like these are my favorite, you know.”

“Really? How come?” Jaemin asked.

“Because, we both do our own thing but always end the day together. I love when we can just sit back and talk,” you explained, pointing the straw toward him so he could take a drink.

Jaemin nodded in agreement while he drank from the straw, grabbing it from you and setting it down.

“There’s no one else I’d wanna get greasy ass burgers with,” He grinned, pinching your cheek. “Thank you for always being with me.”

“Always. I’m stuck to you like gum, Na,” You smiled, leaning over to kiss him softly.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

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pocketramblr · 4 years

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other main character meta- Ochako, pt 1

“Could you send me there?” you ask, while i blink, confused. “The world where someone else is the main character? not because i have any hypocritical biases against the one i got, just curious how the fandom meta changes.”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” I nod, thinking, before tapping my wand against your forehead. “Let’s start with Ochako.”

"I'm going to warn you now- I will have to slightly adjust the plot like I did with Mirio, just to actually let her be the main character."

"Yeah, that checks out." You nod, thinking about certain arcs where the female fighting teams get no coverage while the dudes get four different backstory reveals and full fight focus.

"Very well."

The show begins with a brief narration by the girl of quirks and super hero fights- all flashy. Then it zooms out to show the destruction, and a small construction team moving in as Ochako explains that just as there are new careers in society for heroes, there's also a bigger market for construction companies, one of which her own family runs.

"I've always wanted to help them with it, and my quirk would be useful"- a tiny, adorable Ochako finally appears, making rocks in a park float- "but to get a work license like that is expensive and selective- you've got to make a lot of court appearances and convince them why is a good idea and won't destroy the economy. It's much easier to get a hero license."

Then she explains: "Of course, once you have a hero license, you can make a lot more money than just by helping the company. Especially if... Your family company isn't doing very well." A series of tired but loving parents are shown working all hours to make ends meet.

"I want to help them- my parents. They've done everything for me, and they deserve a break. So that's why I'm going to be a hero- their hero."

The training montage is quick, using her quirk during school in training, after school in secret, around the house. She saves up money too, and studies, aiming for a scholarship.

She applies and tests for many hero schools, and the exams all vary widely.

The first episode ends with her looking up at UA, her final one, the one she really hopes to get into.

"Oh, that's nice." You nod. "And we even get to know her parents' quirks here."

"Yep." I agree. "In general, there's a lot more of a look at the financial side. It's pretty interesting."

"And the fandom?"

"Well, certain people get praised for the bare minimum, but I'll admit having a female lead is super uncommon for shonen jump." It's an improvement, though it's up in the air how much of one it will be. "There's also, because we saw a lot more hero schools, a ton of "students at different school" fics, either because they were expelled or because of the danger UA gets into."

"I do kinda feel like this universe is lucky for that sort of world building." You nod.

"It's very cool to see the takes on the aus. But, I will say there's a cost for this world building- the AfO stuff reeeeally comes out of nowhere and tends to not be popular with fans."

The next episode starts, and Ochako helps a boy from falling. "Love interest alert!" The fans notice quickly when the cute boy blushes and doesn't manage to say much before she walks away.

"They caught on quick." You note.

"And they aren't wrong." Not that it's any real feat to be right.

The exam starts, and Ochako is off in a flash. You see a few glimpses of future classmates- Iida, Aoyama, Kirishima.

She does well, racking up villain points and rescue points, until she's a little too ambitious and falls into the rubble. Her nausea is well established by now, everyone knows she's at her limit.

She can't get up.

The green haired boy comes back and stops the zero pointer.

And breaks every bone in the process.

Ochako saves him in return, lifting up the rubble and stopping his fall.

And then vomits violently afterwards.

"You know, I think quirks suck, actually." The fandom tends to agree on this after that episode/chapter. "But it is interesting that there's such a price for the powers, balances it really well."

"Ha." You shake your head. "They caught onto that, quicker."

"Yep." I can't even say it's more highlighted here, it's the exact same way it was shown in our universe- down to the sparkling rainbow puke.

"Though..." You can't quite imagine that's the only thing the fandom is saying isn't actually that great.

"Ding ding ding." I nod. "Did our own main character get treated just like a damsel in distress? Sure, she saved him back, but that just meant she could have floated away on her own in that time, even if it made her sick. Better that than dead. Is it the sexism?" I shrug. "Most decide to wait and see a bit, and by the time they work together in the first battle exercise figure it's a pretty even split between them saving each other."

"So no sexism?" You get happy at that thought.

I cough. "Ah, no. Both in the show and the fandom. You wouldn't believe how many grown men complain about the lady mc, even as they keep watching."

"And have her body pillow."

"Please don't make me think about that." I cover my eyes, but don't deny that it's true. "Anyway, yeah. Get ready for a lot of people to point out that even though the main character is a girl, every single other girl is flat as cardboard so far and that she only has developed friends that are guys."

"Hey, they aren't flat-"

"In the first season? Yeah they are. Unless you meant, physically, in which case..."

"I didn't." You protest. "But I guess I can see your point, at the start."

"Right. Let's continue on."

Uraraka goes to Present Mic to offer her points. The man pats her on the head, and skyrockets to the position of fandom dad.

"It's all about Dadmic and then Dadzawa here," I explain. "The fans were very disappointed to learn Mic wasn't her homeroom teacher, but yeah... He got a huge head start before Dadzawa fics got going."

"Nice. And it's all fanon?"

"Yeah, it may be a good thing he's not actually in it much, or they might realize how much they just made up on their own."

Then she gets accepted in, on hero and rescue points- she's third place overall, and she gets the scholarship.

On the first day of school, she actually gets to know her love interest's name- Midoriya!

There's also the quirk assessment, which really leads to the "expelled to another school" au and the "fire Aizawa and replace him with better Mic" aus, the first of which lasts much longer in the fandom use, but the second one was just as passionate for a while.

Iida becomes the second friend, and gives her the "Infinity Girl" nickname- which actually is the fandom assumption of what her hero name will be for quite a while, a la 'ground zero'.

Then it's time for All Might's first appearance on screen, to much applause of the students, and the announcement that they get their costumes.

During the first battle exercise, there's a lot more lingering camera work in the changing rooms. Ochako gets to expand a lot more on how she didn't want her costume to be that tight. It's uncomfortable, especially when she thinks about wearing it in front of everyone.

"Oh, I forgot she didn't like it at first... Does she just, get used to it here?" It sounds horrible for the plot to just say 'get used to it' to the main character being sexualized by costume makers outside of her control, especially as a child.

"Not on my watch." I mumble, waving the wand. "Don't worry, she'll actually get more costume changes each time, like some other characters."

"Oh good."

Mineta, regrettably, still exists. You find the fandom manages to be even more violent in his removal.

The battle does even out the opinions on Midoriya, as well as lead to a boost in Iida's with his charming little attempt at thinking villainously.

And cements Bakugo as rather hated. No one has really liked him, when the first thing he did was blow up at Midoriya, then get revealed to have called him a cruel nickname all this time. And then specifically hunt him down because all he cares about it beating him up.

"Yeah he's not gonna get a lot of fans here huh."

"He sure never gets first place in the popularity poll." I agree. "Most consider him the subversion of the rival trope to show is just stupid and violent and in real life, people like that don't go anywhere."

"Most?"

I look away. "How dumb of a discourse do you think you could see today?"

"Oh please, show me." You lean in. "It's nice to not have to deal with it in my universe, so I don't care."

The discourse is such.

Bakugo is gay-coded for Midoriya, the violence is a result of him being shoved off for a girl's love interest when she should be single and independent, and the homophobic creator is vilifying all gay people by saying they are predatory to poor straight boys with refused.

"They............... What."

"If it makes you feel better, that's a very brief minority of the fandom. My favorite response to it was "he's not gay-coded, he's bully coded you sanctimonious sumph of a shmuck.""

"Oh good," you sigh. "I'm glad we don't have to deal with actual queerphobic tropes like that."

I stare at you.

"What?"

I sigh. "Nothing, put a pin in that until I bring up the predatory bi thing with Toga."

Your eyes widen, and you start to have some regrets.

"Anyway, we can talk shipping later. Time for more."

The 'exit sign Iida' gives him a boost in being shipped with Ochako, (as well as Yaoyorozu) and also the general idea that "Ochako has two hands."

That one hand can have a boyfriend with a lot of cash to spare for her and the other is also played with.

"I missed the main trio, like this." You smile as they walk off into the sunset after school.

"Yeah." I agree. "Anyway, time for some near death experiences."

The USJ marks the start of the gradual, gradual growth of Dadzawa fics. It also focuses far more on Ochako, Mina, Sero, and Iida having to think strategically to get around Kurogiri. It's only after Iida escapes that we cut back to a slightly abridged version of how Midoriya was doing, then the other kids, before help arrives.

He does still through his first non bone breaking punch though, which makes the audience happy.

All Might saves the day. Aizawa is battered afterwards. Many fans start out by saying they were disappointed, since this was supposed to be the first big fight, and the kids didn't do much. Many others say in response that's the point- we're looking at first years, they had to think and help each other, but in the end they had to rely on adults.

And then the sports festival is announced. They want to do well, because this is how they get work-week placements, which could become internship offers.

Ochako thinks about Hado Nejire, the only intern of a top ten hero, and senior at UA, along with a few others who are on the up and up. She's determined.

"Really? You're bringing in the big three early?" You ask, glancing at my wand.

It's not sparkling.

I cross my arms with a huff. "Look. Nejire is at this point the only intern in the top ten, she would have been recognizable to the students for that, even if they didn't recognize the big three (which really means that they aren't actually called the Big Three by everyone, or at least not a wide enough group for it to be as big a deal as it's treated. Anyway.) But she wasn't, even if she should have been the most famous of the bunch, considering the coverage the first years got in just their first night. That's because a certain someone doesn't actually think of his female characters much, but he has to in this universe, so."

"Ok, yeah, that's fair. So does that change the sports festival?"

"Not... Much." I admit.

“What?”

“Well, keep in mind in the first universe, our main character didn’t make it past the second round in the one-on-one’s. So she’s not exactly guaranteed a win here either.”

You have to nod, admitting that is true.

“And the conflict isn’t so much about having to live up to any predecessor or breaking down some people’s walls via breaking bones.” I tap my wand against my chin, thinking. “There really is two- one about Midoriya, and one about Ochako’s parents.”

“Oh?”

“One, there’s been the Uraraka’s not happy about how much danger Ochako’s been in. Its been hinted at in the phone calls, but really shows up when we get to see them at home before the SF for the first time since she moved for school. They aren’t sure if she can stay there herself, or if the right thing to do would be to pull her out and maybe try a smaller school.”

“I suppose that's fair, if they haven't been able to actually see her or her progress.”

“Right. The second one is- well. in this, Izuku’s win of the first round, and then breaking out of brainwashing, is more about really piling on how good his mind is- all that brain power. This adds more pressure when we see Ochako being offered a plan from him to beat Bakugo.”

“Oh that does sound neat.”

“Yep- but of course, she still refuses. It’s held up as a worse thing, strategically, initially- but then she comes up with a plan that Midoriya confirms in the stands is better than his, and proves to her parents that she’s smart and skilled enough to handle continuing at the school.”

You smile. “That is a cool arc to do, i guess, if very not traditional. But what about all the character setup and growth with Shinsou and Todoroki?”

“Oh, Shinsou’s largely gets delegated all the way later for the joint training arc, where Ochako’s team is directly against him. Todoroki...” I begin to giggle.

You wait for me to answer, getting more concerned the longer i laugh.

“Pocket?”

“Sorry, sorry, yeah. He actually tells her himself in this canon, a bit after stain. Oh! right, i forgot- the cheerleader incident.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh yes. of course they need this merch opportunity! But yes, it happens. The... shall we say, non-body-pillow portion of the fandom, generally saw it as the end of any goodwill to Kaminari, who had previously been seen as a tertiary possible love interest, since he’d flirted with her on the first day. Flirt, but harmless, and unlikely to be important. Then there was that breach of trust and international embarrassment, and anyway he’s basically the second least likely in 1a to be shipped with her now.”

“Wow. So none of that changed?”

“Well, the setup wasn’t under narration from Todoroki about how his mother was bought for her body and how much that sucked and impacted her and the family while on screen we see multiple girls tricked into barring their bodies and its treated as a laugh instead?”

You stare at me. “I’m not sure if that’s better or worse.”

“Neither am I.”

“So, the Todoroki reveal?”

“Right. So, first you need to know the Stain thing- the claims he has against ‘false’ heroes focusing on money is better spotlighted. After Stain’s arrest, Ochako hears a couple of sidekicks at Gunhead’s agency-”

“Wait!” you interrupt. “She still interned with Gunhead? Then what was the point of showing Nejire and Ryukyuu earlier?”

I try not to massage my forehead. “To build up to it. She only made it to the first of the final round, she couldn’t get an internship with a top tenner yet. She’s also got to learn how to disarm someone who fights with a knife. These things build up over more time, small steps.”

“Ah.” You’re satisfied, and let me continue.

“Right, so, Overhears a couple of them talking about Stain’s philosophy and ends up just feeling really bad about it for a bit, trying to figure out if she’s actually being selfish or a bad hero for, you know, wanting her family to not be crushed due to capitalism.”

“Poor girl.” You shake your head in sympathy, the freeze. “Oh. did not intend that pun.”

“It’s alright, i know what you mean. And yeah, she bottles it up for a bit, until the second day back at school. Then Iida reminds her that him bottling things up last week got several kids in mortal danger, and she begrudgingly admits that he has a point and tells them about what has been bugging her.”

“And they comfort her?”

“Well, Todoroki also offers to tell off Kaminari because at this point his mention of stain upset both her and iida, but yes, A lot of reassurances.”

You squint. “I feel like shippers.”

“You’re learning! Yes, Todoroki is just a bit behind Iida in terms of popularity shipping with her. and she does basically get shipped A Lot with each girl in her class too, like imagine double to triple the amount with each girl now, and for the minor guys- but yeah. There’s a lottttt of ships. This was basically called ‘todoroki’s introduction into ochako’s harem’ in the fandom.”

Shipping. fandom just can’t escape it.

“So, then she learns about Todoroki’s past? oh, and what about Hosu? Does she- and everyone else- actually think Endeavor saved the three??”

I snort. “Oh, no. Todoroki’s flat ‘yeah my father totally helped us, as you read on the official report’ basically tipped the fandom off that something else had. But nothing confirmed either, you know? Filling in the hosu gap is another trope in fics that is pretty common.”

“Neat.”

“Yep. But yeah Todoroki tells her his backstory a bit after his introduction into her ‘harem’ of friends. It’s really played up more to caution Ochako- its alright for her to want to help her family, and to work for money to do that. But Rei accepted the marriage offer for money for her family too, and it ended up breaking her. Ochako has to accept a balance- she can work to help her family, and its good, but there are some things she cannot morally do to help them, and other things that she shouldn’t do because she has to take care of her own health first.”

“Ohhhh.” You hadn’t quite expected that, but you sorta liked it, now that you thought about it.

I smile. “It is pretty neat, yeah.” I glance at my watch. “Look, i hate to cut you off, but this post is gonna end up thrice the length of Mirio’s and i think tumblr might stop me, so we’re gonna have to do a two-parter.”

“That’s fine.” You are gracious for what you’ve gotten so far, and do have questions that you’re excited to see answered for the rest of the series. “It’s been fun.”

“It has been.” I agree. “Lets take a break, but you can ask me any questions too, before I return for part two.”

#other main characters meta series #seriously u may send questions i will try to adress in part two #but yeah wow that got long #see you in part two

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smol-and-grumpy · 4 years

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Confidentiality - Chapter 1: The Conference Call

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Summary: Four months. Four long months that she’s been hiding in lockdown. So when everything starts to go back to normal again, she’s going back to work as Jensen’s handler for the first Supernatural convention after the pandemic.

Chapter Warnings: A little angst, a dash of fluff

WC: 1703

A/N: For this fic, let’s pretend Jensen is single and the pandemic was over and done with after four months. Also I’m sorry ugh, it’s been a while since I wrote Jensen.

Beta’d by: @dean-winchesters-bacon <3

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It’s Monday and Y/N is sitting in a darkened room as she starts up her laptop for today’s work meeting. She had drawn the blinds already, hiding her surroundings from her workmates.

The light on the nightstand illuminates the room enough for the people in the video call to see her features. That’s all they need to see, really.

Logging onto her laptop with her password, she clicks open the email client, and selects her calendar. The cursor travels over the highlighted block and she clicks on it, searching for the login link to the Zoom meeting.

It’s 4.56 PM, she still has four minutes left. Wonders if she should click on the link and let the computer connect or if she should wait. She’d hate to be one of the first ones because that’s always awkward. She would spend time talking nonsense with whoever was as eager as her to join a meeting too soon.

4.58 PM. Now is a good time, probably. Not too early and she’d hate even more to be the last one.

Moving her mouse over the link, she clicks on it and a window with the meeting pops open. There’s another click and then she’s there, her laptop camera lights up with a green light, signaling that she too can be seen.

Seeing herself on screen is not something she enjoys. She nervously rights her hair, arranges it so nobody will notice the hickey that she tried to hide with concealer ten minutes before. It’s a fresh one, one he just gave her an hour ago, even though he knew full well that she’s going to have a meeting. It's her own fault because she had let him, always gets so fucking weak when he nibbles at her throat.

Y/N joins as the six people are talking about something. Nonsense, she guesses. She doesn’t really listen.

There should be ten people in the meeting to discuss the upcoming Supernatural Convention. The first convention after the lockdown.

“Hi,” she says and waves, because that’s what every newcomer does and she’s greeted with Hello’s and Hi’s back.

But there’s one guy already sitting in there, looking like he owns the whole fucking internet, and she doesn’t know how he does it with the lighting but he looks downright pretty. It’s not really fair.

“Hey, Y/N,” Jensen greets her by name. Of course he does, because he likes to rile her up. He’s also the only one who’s so abso-fucking-lutely cheery. “How are you?”

She smirks, “I’m fine, thank you. I hope you are too.”

Keeping it professional, that’s what she can and will do.

“Good,” Jensen nods and opens his mouth to say something more but he gets cut off by her boss who’s taking the lead.

Y/N doesn’t say much, doesn’t have anything to say anyway during the first ten minutes of the conversation. Lowering her face, she takes notes because it’s a prep meeting where they get informed how it will work out and to see how the spirit of the people involved is for the upcoming convention — which she’s really excited about. It has been a while.

Jensen and Jared do a lot of talking, as they want to know the details on how to make the experience great for the fans after everyone’s been holed up for so long. And she loves that. She always loved how they actually really care, unlike other show’s leads. There are some points that still need to be talked through and Y/N just sits back and watches. She could watch Jensen talk for days, it’s really mesmerizing.

His hair is long, his beard too. Jensen’s new look is completely different from Dean. It makes him look softer, and rounds up the edges of his jawline. The graying of his beard doesn’t make him less attractive, and that’s also something that she thinks it’s unfair. She hopes they will let him keep it for the convention. Hopes that he won’t let them talk him out of it because ‘some fans might want to meet Dean and not Jensen’. It’s going to be another month until they go back to filming, so it’s actually feasible. She’s sure that apart from a select few, the majority of fans would love to take a photo with this look and she can’t blame them one bit.

It’s going to be weird when the look is gone. Honestly, she needed some time to get used to it herself, but it has really grown on her. Maybe she’ll mourn the loss — just a little.

“So, let’s recap,” Gina, her boss, says and Y/N snaps her mind back to reality, “Jared’s flying in on Friday already because you want to visit some friends, right?”

“Correct,” Jared nods his head in approval. “You did book the hotel for three nights for me, right?” The question is directed to her co-worker, Julian, who’s responsible for the boys' travel arrangements.

“Yeah, I did,” Julian says with a nod of his head.

Gina nods, “Good, so Jensen, I see that you’re flying in on Saturday evening as per usual?”

“Yes.” Jensen says. He looks into his screen and licks his lips. She hates that she knows that he’s looking at her.

“I want you girls to be there on Friday evening at the latest? We’ll also go for dinner on Saturday and go over the Sunday schedule.”

“Uh, yes. I’ll be there,” Hannah and Kristin say in unison. Kristin is responsible for Misha but since Misha is also attending Sunday, she sits into the meeting as a formality.

That’s Y/N’s cue.

“I-I’m, uh, sorry, I’m still in the middle of booking my flight but yeah, I’ll be there on Friday.”

It was a huge issue with Jensen and they’d argued today about the flight. He doesn’t want her to leave until the last possible minute but now she has the confirmation that she has to be there on Friday already.

She sees Jensen raising an eyebrow and hates him for it because he distracts her.

“Okay,” her boss nods, “Jared and Jensen, I’ll have someone picking you up.”

Jared smiles, “Okay.”

“Great,” Jensen huffs out. She can see that he’s a little irritated about something.

The others don’t seem to have noticed, but she does. Jared notices as well, but apart from him clearing his throat, he doesn’t say a word.

“Right, I need to hurry to another meeting. Boys, I’ll see you Sunday!” Gina addresses the boys before waving goodbye, and disconnects. People in the meeting follow her and disappear one by one.

Y/N too, disconnects and is about to shut down her laptop when a skype call interrupts her.

Ugh.

It’s Jensen.

As soon as she picks up, her screen lights up and the view of his face almost blinds her. Honestly, it’s like staring into the sun. Nonetheless, she rolls her eyes because of the things he pulled in the meeting.

“Why are you rolling your eyes at me?” He asks, seemingly oblivious.

She groans with another eye roll, “Because you tried to distract me the entire conference call!”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t the one who was trying to undress you with my eyes.”

Y/N cocks an eyebrow, frowning at him. There’s a beat of silence until he groans.

“Fine, alright, I did. Sorry, okay? And why didn’t you say that we’re going to fly in together on Saturday like we said we would?” There’s something about the way he looks and she detects disappointment.

“As far as I remember, we did not settle on that because you ended up distracting me again and gave me a fucking hickey. And besides,” she sighs, “Nobody should know.”

“Would it really be so bad, Y/N?”

“Jensen, are we really going to have this conversation over Skype?”

“Fine,” he scoffs and stands up abruptly, walking out of the frame.

Great.

Abandoning her laptop, Y/N proceeds to walk to the window to open up the blinds again. Walking back, she switches off the only other light source, and as if on cue, the door opens.

“Shall we have the conversation face to face instead?” Jensen asks as he barges in, walks to the bed of his guest room, and sits down. He rubs a hand through his long hair, scratches at his beard before he looks at her.

“I rather not have it at all, but yet here we are, huh?” She strides over to stand in front of him and Jensen looks up, his features are so fucking soft, it makes her weak.

“Why don’t you want them to know? And I’m sure they would let it slide if you flew in on Saturday instead of Friday. You’re only responsible for me anyway and we’re a good team.” His hand reaches out for her, tugs at her wrist, uses his strength to pull her onto the bed with him.

Y/N lands on her back with a squeal and Jensen takes the opportunity, looming over her and looking down at her. Her hand goes up, strokes his hair back, fingertips tracing along his beard.

“Because the only reason I’m still employed is because you let them put in the contract that you want me as your handler and no one else. They would absolutely hate it if they found out I was fucking their talent.”

Jensen chuckles, his nose touching hers, “That’s not true.”

“What’s that?”

“If anything, it’s me fucking you.” His irresistible smile makes Y/N melt a little before he kisses her.

He lingers too long, kisses her too softly, too sweetly, knowing what effect his kisses have on her.

Pushing at his chest, she makes him break the kiss, “I should look for a flight.”

“No,” he chuckles and pecks her lips.

“Jensen!”

“Okay, fine,” he pushes himself up, “but only because I have an interview scheduled.”

Right, he does. It’s going to be an hour long.

“You want me to make dinner to have it ready when you’re finished?” She asks while she sits up and walks over to her laptop.

“Nah, I’ll eat you,” Jensen winks before he walks out.

Chapter 2

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lilac-melody · 3 years

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Kono Sekai no Tanoshimikata LipxLip Novel Chapter 3A

Disclaimer: I’m not a professional translator, so please keep that in mind!

Note: This chapter is extremely long, well over 70+ pages, so I’m dividing the chapter about roughly in half. Thank you for understanding.

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After the second audition screening, Aizou practiced running and voice training every day while he waited restlessly for the result notification to arrive. He wasn’t without confidence though.

But still, he really wanted to see the results.

(There was also the pudding pair...)

He believed that they would likely remain. If they were aiming to be idols, they would be competing.

(Kaido was good at dancing...I wonder if he takes lessons or something.)

“I can’t lose in terms of motor nerves.” That’s what he had believed. Though, if he really wanted to, he may eventually need to go get guidance from an instructor.

After all, this wasn’t the type of world where he could study everything by himself forever.

(But...I don’t know if I’ll be able to get a dance teacher even if I wanted to.)

He remembered the gloomy appearance of his mother, who had returned late.

If he became a high school student, he could work a part time job. Then he’d be able to pay for lesson fees.

(One year ahead, huh...that’s far away)

If he couldn’t pass this audition, he had no idea when he’d have another chance.

Finally, that door opened in front of him-

(Even if you’re lucky the first time, the second time doesn’t work miracles)

He did everything he could, and everything he was capable of.

No matter what the result was, he would have to accept it.

He was practicing running through the park, when he heard the sound of a notification going off, signalling he had a new email.

Aizou quickly took his phone out to check it.

It was the audition result notification.

He took a deep breath, and opened the email to read the message.

After careful consideration of the selection, Shibasaki Aizou has passed! You are qualified-

Aizou had passed the second screening. This wasn’t a miracle, this was pure ability. He had been evaluated properly.

(And if I pass the last one, I’ll debut!)

Aizou squeezed his hands together.

One more step. He could get out of this world with one more step.

✨

The final selection was not going to be done at the venue that held the second screening, but rather at the office building that hosted it.

Aizou checked the map on his phone before heading to the building.

All that was written in the email was the time and place of meeting. The content of the final selection wasn’t written.

(I’ve been practicing singing and dancing, but...what am I supposed to do here?)

How many people made it to the final selection?

(Not that guy, I hope..?)

He remembered the cheeky boy with the badge 410. If it was possible, he didn’t want to see him ever again.

(Maybe the pudding pair...)

“Here you go!”

The face of the grinning boy with the candy came to his mind, and he put a hand to his forehead.

(If it’s possible, I don’t want to get involved with them either..!)

However, he couldn’t think of other participants who could pass.

(Well, no matter what, I’ll fight for this with all my might!)

He’d been preparing for this. He also practiced smiling everyday in front of a mirror so that the judges would be more impressed.

He had also saw his horoscope for the day as he had left.

“A chance has arrived! A fateful encounter is waiting for you!”

(I feel awesome today!)

When Aizou arrived at the building, he headed for the automatic doors. At the same time, someone else tried to get inside. Aizou shouted “hey!” and the other person also shouted “hey!” at the same time.

(That bastard 410 guy!)

The two passed through the automatic doors and glared at each other.

“It’s you again. I can’t believe I have to see you even though it’s the final selection!”

“That’s my line. I don’t want to see your face the most! It’s making me sick.”

As usual, he was sarcastic.

(Well, I’m in great shape today! And no matter what this guy says, I won’t give into his provocation!)

“Oh, you’re both here.” The woman who guided the second screening stepped out of the elevator. “We’ll be starting the final selection.”

The two both stared at her. “What?”

“This is all...” Aizou couldn’t see any other participants.

The 410 boy looked confused. “Is it only us two?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Which meant only one of the two would make their debut.

The two glared at each other, and the moment their gazes met, it felt as though sparks were bursting.

(Eh, maybe...)

Today’s fortune had said that a chance had arrived. The god of fate seemed to be smiling down on Aizou with his arms outstretched.

(I’ll win for sure!)

Aizou enthusiastically clenched his fists.

✨

The woman who guided them was apparently the manager of the office. Uchida Mayu was the name on the business card he’d received.

They took the elevator to an upper floor.

When the door opened, they entered a large room, and a woman greeted them. “Hello, to the both of you!” It was the same woman who had been at the audition screening watching the performances. “I’m Tamura, the CEO of the entertainment industry Mobius.”

“The representative? You?”

“Yes, Mobius is a new office I just built.” President Tamura smiled at them. So she was probably the organizer of the audition.

“Is this okay, then? This office...” The 410 boy muttered with a look of suspicion.

(I agree...I don’t know of this office at all.)

When he had looked it up, he couldn’t find any names of any idols or musicians who belonged to the office.

“Excuse me, but President Tamura was once a famous talented producer at a major office, so-!” Uchida began angrily.

President Tamura soothed her with a smile.

(You say that, but I don’t know that because I’m not in the industry...)

“We choose the talents who will belong to us, but you also have the right to choose. If you don’t like it, you can go home.”

The two fell silent after that.

Even though this was a no-name office, FT4 seemed to work with them, so surely it wasn’t a suspicious office.

(I’m not going home after all this...)

The people were smiling and appeared professional, so Aizou couldn’t hate them. He couldn’t just easily give up and throw this chance away.

The two of them sat down on the couch reluctantly. President Tamura sat across from them.

The final selection seemed to be an interview from President Tamura.

“Alright, first off. Shibasaki Aizou...” President Tamura looked at the application documents. “The family structure section is blank. Does your family support you going into the entertainment world?”

“...I haven’t told my family yet. I was wondering if it’s okay to talk to them if I passed.”

“Yes, if you pass, would your parents agree?”

“I don’t know? My parents are divorced...”

“When did that happen?”

“...Do I have to answer that?” Aizou asked uncomfortably. He gripped his hands in his lap tightly.

(Why me...and why this question...)

“No, you don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.” The president looked at them both seriously. “I’m going to do my best to sell the talent that I’ve chosen. But it’ll hard to go all out on talent I don’t know well."

Aizou shut up for a moment, then opened his mouth.

“...I was in sixth grade. I live with my mother and brother now.”

“Did you meet with your father after the divorce?”

“I used to from time to time, but now I don’t even know where he is.”

“Do you miss him?”

“It doesn’t make sense to try to meet up with him.”

The president glanced at the documents on the table.

“...So when you were in third grade, you won a prize at the national children’s singing competition. Did he teach you how to sing?”

“No, my dad played the guitar, and my mother played the piano. I just sang along with them.”

“The whole family loves music then. That must be nice.” The president smiled.

(What’s nice about it...)

He remembered the face of his mother, leaving the house while applying red lipstick, girls on the couch, and the figure of his brother.

“...It’s all history.” Aizou said calmly, keeping his emotions in check.

“Is it different now?”

“...I haven’t sung properly since my parents divorced.”

“So you want to sing?”

Aizou felt surprised by her question.

“I don’t know what exactly an idol does...but I want to sing!”

At the time of the second screening, that’s what Aizou had answered.

“That’s why...” Aizou’s throat locked and he looked away. He really couldn’t think of any other reasons he wanted to-

“Thank you very much.” It appeared to be the end of the questioning for Aizou.

Relieved, his hands loosened their grip.

“Okay, now Someya Yujiro.” When the president addressed him, the boy next to him corrected his posture and looked straight at her.

“Yes.”

“The Someya family is a prestigious family that does kabuki. Your father, Someya Tamagoro, is a living national treasure.”

“A national treasure?!” Aizou gasped in shock.

(A national treasure father? This guy...)

The face of the boy Yujiro stared ahead gravely.

“Well, I have no blood connection with my father. My mother remarried Someya Tamagoro after my real father died. I took on the surname Someya.” Yujiro replied in a quiet voice, his expression not changing.

“Are you a kabuki actor?”

“I can’t be.” He spoke in a clear, but even quieter tone.

The president glanced at the documents. “Your special skills include Japanese dance, the shamisen...all practice for kabuki?”

“I was aiming to be a kabuki actor, but it was decided that my younger brother would succeed the Someya family. Because...”

(So he wants to stand on stage..?)

Aizou sat there listening to him, and lowered his gaze. When Yujiro had stood on that stage, he had a dazzled look on his face, his expression bright and happy.

Now Aizou was starting to regret making fun of him.

(I mean, he started it, but...)

Everyone had their own circumstances.

“Okay. Thank you.” President Tamura exhaled, and Aizou raised his head. “Alright, that’s all for the questions. What did you two think when you heard each other’s story?” She asked with a gentle expression.

(Why...)

“...I don’t care. It doesn’t matter to me.” Aizou dared to answer casually.

“I’m not interested at all.” Yujiro added, not looking at Aizou.

“Yes, but from now on, you two will have a very deep relationship, so you have to be interested.”

Aizou and Yujiro stared at the smiling face of the president. “What?”

(Deep relationship? What does that mean?)

He wasn’t interested in anything, and after today’s screening, they’ll never meet again.

The two won’t talk, that’s what Aizou believed-

“Congratulations. You two passed!” President Tamura clapped.

“Both of us? But the debut is solo...” Aizou was confused. It was written in the recruitment advertisement.

“It was going to be one, but now there’s two.” The present stood up and walked behind them. Aizou watched her.

“Does this mean we’re both making a solo debut?” Yujiro asked in confusion.

“No, you two are going to be as one. In other words, you two will form a unit and make your debut!” President Tamura put her hands on their shoulders from behind with a smile.

“Ha!?”

“Oh this is going to be good. This is a good combination.” President Tamura laughed and patted their shoulders.

“This isn’t funny! It’s no good to team up with such a guy!” Aizou shouted, watching President Tamura leave.

“I also refuse. I can’t work with such a rude guy!” Yujiro also had an angry expression.

“What?! You’re the rude one!”

“No, you are!”

“Ha?!”

(I can’t be in a unit with this guy. It’s unreasonable and unfair!!!!)

All they’d done is fight ever since the day they met. They wouldn’t work well together.

“Don’t team up with me!”

“I don’t even like you! Stupid!”

“Asshole!” The fight escalated and both of them stood up.

“This is my decision. If you don’t like it, then unfortunately, neither of you are going to debut. What’s it going to be?” President Tamura asked while happily climbing up her office spiral stairs.

The two glared at each other with their fists clenched.

(This was a scam!!)

✨

The two followed Manager Uchida with grouchy faces. They avoided staring at each other.

(Even though I passed, I’m not happy with this...I should have been in great shape today, so why?!)

They were told that they had to make their debut as a duo, so they had to agree.

(Really, why...I don’t think it’s because our ability is divided in half. Are we going to make a solo debut later? Why is there suddenly two people...is there even such a thing..?)

Yujiro also looked reluctant.

(I thought he’d leave because he didn’t like it.)

Not a word had come out of Yujiro’s mouth since earlier. He was probably the same, knowing he couldn’t just give up his chance when it was in front of him. They didn’t know when the next chance they’d have was. If at all.

“Alright. This is a contract, you need your parents to consent to this.” Upon entering the office, Manager Uchida sat down at the desk and handed them both documents.

Everyone else must have elft. There was no other staff around.

The blinds blocked the light from coming in from the outside.

“So please get your parents signature.”

Yujiro stared at Manager Uchida. “What?”

“Our parents signature..?” Aizou asked.

“Well, both of you are minors, so we need your parents approval. Being in the office is a job, you know.”

(Yeah...that’s right.)

Of course that was true, working was a responsibility.

Aizou stared down at the documents.

Yujiro also looked troubled, staring down at the line for the signature.

✨

Upon returning home, Aizou sat on the couch in the living room waiting for his mother to return home. He wondered if she was going to be out late.

“Agree...I wonder if she’ll agree...” He muttered while staring at the consent form on the table.

Above that, would she even listen to him properly?

He glanced at his phone.

It was 10pm.

(This isn’t going to be easy...)

After all, he was still a junior high school student. It was frustrating.

(When can I decide things for myself...)

While he was in thought, someone returned. He heard the sound of the door and stood up.

“I’m home~” It was his brother Ken, who came in with a yawn. He was probably out messing around while still in his uniform. He stared at him.

“Eh? What’s up?” His brother asked.

(What...)

Aizou sighed and turned away from him, sitting back on the couch.

“So...where’s mother?”

“Eh? Isn’t she out with guys again?”

Aizou should have guessed. It was always the case.

Ken walked over and glanced at the table with a curious “hm?”. He noticed the consent form and picked it up. “What’s this?”

“Nothing!” Aizou yanked it from his brother’s hand and grabbed the documents and ran to his room, slamming the door.

By the next morning, his mother still wasn’t back. After having a breakfast of only bread and coffee, Aizou put his school uniform on and started putting his textbooks and notebooks in his bag. He picked up the consent form from his desk.

(What am I supposed to do...)

He stared at the consent form, and heard a sound from the living room.

He opened his door and peeked out. His mother finally came home.

“Mother...”

“Aizou~! Good morning~!” She staggered into the living room, waving happily. She flopped over the counter.

(What...is she drunk again? Now what...)

Aizou sighed and left his bedroom. He didn’t know if she’d hear him out properly, or if she could, but he needed to have the consent form signed today.

“Oh, I want you to sign this.” Aizou walked to his mother, who was laying on the counter, and showed her the consent form.

“Huuuh? Whaat?” His mother got up and grabbed the documents.

“I passed an audition...I thought to try it...” Aizou looked away.

(I wonder if she’ll oppose it...)

His mother laid back on the counter with a loud sigh.

“Well, mom..?”

She seemed to be falling asleep in the middle of him talking.

“Get up, mom, please...” Aizou shook her shoulders.

She sighed with a loud “paaah!”

Aizou looked away.

“So you want me to sign~? Okay, I’ll sign as much as you want!” His mother got up and grabbed a pen. She signed it in front of Aizou, who was watching to make sure it was okay, before she stumbled off to bed.

Wait.

Did this mean he got permission for the time being?

He needed to submit this.

Aizou grabbed the document and stared at his mother’s signature.

“Aizou wins the competition!”

It was the same as the characters written on that photo, written vigorously.

A lonely smile spilled across his face.

(Isn’t she pleased...)

When he passed the audition, when he became an idol, he was no longer a child.

He won’t be complimented with a smile like that day.

He wasn’t expecting it either.

Aizou put his documents in his bag and left the living room, leaving behind his mother who had fallen asleep.

(I’m going, mom...)

Yujiro sat on the couch in the living room and presented his documents. His mother, who saw it, put a hand to her face in confusion.

“I knew you were off doing something but...no way, an idol..?”

“I don’t know if it will work, but I want to try it.”

“Well, if Yujiro wants to try it, I want to support him...”

His mother probably cared about his father’s opinion though. She would have to talk to his father before they could decide on anything.

(But this is for me...)

“You, an idol? Are you really trying for that?” The door opened and his brother came in with a mocking face.

Yujiro tensed up. “Koichiro-san...”

His younger brother walked in and snatched the consent form from his mother’s hand and read it.

“Mobius? I’ve never heard of this office.”

“Give that back!” Yujiro stood up quickly and tried to take it back.

“Do you really think you could be an idol? You weren’t good with kabuki, so next you wanna try idols? You moved on quick.” His younger brother moved away from him and ran towards the door, slapping away Yujiro’s hand and muttering “stupid”.

Their father came in then.

“What do you think, dad?” Koichiro gave him the consent form, smirking.

“Th-that...” Yujiro tried to explain it, but couldn’t find his voice.

His father shifted his gaze towards Yujiro.

“Is this what you want? Are you prepared to go down another path while having the famous kabuki name Someya?”

“I mean...that...” Yujiro turned away to escape his father’s harsh glare. Kabuki wasn’t good, so he wanted to try to be an idol. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.

Still, he wanted to be on the stage. Any method would do. He wanted a place to be recognized. This was a chance he seized with his own hands, and he didn’t want to let go. If he gave up here, he’d be living in the shadows again.

Yujiro squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his fists.

“No matter what you do, those who are not prepared will never succeed. I will not allow you to soil the Someya name.” His father said coldly, and returned the consent form to Yujiro.

“Tae, prepare my kimono for tomorrow.”

“Y-yes.” His mother glanced at Yujiro worriedly, before leaving the room after his father.

Yujiro remained alone in the living room, gripping the consent form tightly.

Prepare to go down another path...

He knew his answer, but he couldn’t say it.

“Yujiro, it’s okay to do what you like...don’t be tied down to this house.”

He remembered the words of his mother that they’d exchanged in the dressing room.

Yujiro sank to the ground.

No matter how much he resisted, he was always shackled to this house.

✨

When they returned to the office after school, Yujiro and Aizou were called into the office by Manager Uchida.

“The consent forms, please?” Manager Uchida accepted the consent form given to her by Aizou. “Yujiro-kun?”

“I’m sorry...I forgot.”

When he answered, Aizou shouted. “Ha?! You forgot?! Are you even motivated?!”

“So noisy...” Yujiro looked away, his eyebrows drawing downward in discomfort.

“You can’t say that, we’re supposed to be a unit.”

“You’re so annoying!”

Before they could continue, Manager Uchida cut in. “Alright, that’s enough! Yujiro-kun, bring your consent form tomorrow. The lessons start today!”

“Yes!” Both boys replied, trying to be enthusiastic.

Aizou returned to the other room and sat on the couch and waited. He glanced at Yujiro, who was sitting alone.

For awhile, there was no conversation.

(Today, someone other than us will come...)

According to Uchida, it was a joint dance lesson.

(Well, anyone can do it...)

He put his arm on the arm rest and his cheek on his fist.

“Good morning!” Two boys came out of the elevator.

One of them beamed when he saw Aizou and Yujiro.

“Oh, it’s you guys from that time! Long time, no see!”

Aizou turned his head. “...Who..?”

“Eh, don’t you remember?!” The boy’s shoulders dropped. “We met at the audition.”

Yujiro glared at him. “Remember that much, stupid.”

(Audition..?)

“Here you go!”

He suddenly recalled in the waiting room there was a boy handing out candies from a bag and handed them out to all the participants.

“Oh.”

(It’s the pudding pair...)

“So you failed to qualify.”

“We didn’t go to qualify! We just wanted to participate!”

“We have a managed named Maeda-kun, and we wanted to experience the audition.”

Even after listening to their explanation, Aizou didn’t understand the situation.

“Hm. Well, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“Why are you here?” Yujiro asked them with a strange look.

“Oh, that’s right. Is this the right office? The manager called us.”

“We were called too~” A person came down the stairs while speaking.

“Full Throttle4..!”

“I’m Megu, and I’m going to be teaching you dancing today!” A petite boy said with a smile.

Aizou knew that he was Megu, and the one wearing the fedora was Dai.

“Why you guys?” Yujiro looked surprised.

FT4 was a popular dance and vocal unit. Anyone could have taught them.

“Well, President Tamura asked us directly.” Megu replied lightly with a shrug.

Aizou had heard the president had been the one to plan the joint lesson. They had also been audition judges, so they probably had a connection with the president.

(That president...just who is she?)

“Don’t be so fussy, you should be grateful we’re giving you newcomers these lessons.” Dai, who was behind the couch, said.

(I don’t get it, but...there aren’t many chances like this.)

✨

When they moved to the lesson room, Megu and Dai danced first in front of the four of them. The song playing was an FT4 song. The two stepped lightly to the tempo of the upbeat song.

(It really...is cool...it’s almost like they’re walking on air.)

Aizou stared at their movements. Yujiro also watched with a serious gaze.

When the song was over, they posed. Megu glanced at them.

“Well, try it now.” He said happily.

(Eh...try it...but we only saw it once?)

“Aizou, Yujiro.” Nominated by Dai, the two involuntarily exchanged looks.

They had no choice but to try.

Aizou stepped forward and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he remembered the movements. He did his best to match the timing to the song playing.

From the first step, it wasn’t quite right. Aizou desperately tried to get it right, but he couldn’t.

(What’s this...what’s going on...)

The turn didn’t match, and the timing for the next step was off.

Aizou couldn’t get the rhythm, and was feeling frustrated.

(Is he even watching my movement?)

Looking to the side, Yujiro wasn’t watching him at all.

(Look at me!)

They were far from matching. They took a step and almost stepped on each other. They made a turn, but they smacked right into each other.

Aizou felt at his limit when he fell on his butt.

“They don’t match!”

“That’s wrong!”

Megu was laughing, clutching his stomach. “Ahahahahahaha!”

Asuka and Kanata were also watching, with one trying to endure his laughter.

“It’s all disjointed~”

“I don’t think either one of you are going to do this. Are you really motivated by this unit?” Dai held his forehead, muttering. “I’m trying to think of the future.”

Aizou and Yujiro looked up at Megu and Dai stiffly.

“It’s impossible to do it so suddenly.”

Aizou was good at dancing, and he was confident that he could do it. If he was alone.

Until now, he’d been practicing alone. He never did it with anyone.

(I could have done this by myself...but it’s because of this guy that I couldn’t!)

“This is impossible.” Yujiro muttered to himself at the mess.

“And this point, you lose.” Megu happily pointed. Aizou and Yujiro stared in confusion.

“Asuka, Kanata, try it.” Nominated by Dai, the two walked up front.

Asuka and Kanata stood side by side and stepped to the song at the right time, according to the song. They didn’t practice this either, and all four of them had been watching Megu and Dai.

The condition should have been the same.

But even so, their movements were perfectly aligned.

Not only the steps were perfect, but the movements of their arms and faces were perfect.

Aizou felt stunned. He couldn’t match a dance with someone you’d only met a couple times. That’s what he thought.

Asuka’s dance level was high, he knew that from watching him at the audition, and Kanata’s singing was outstanding.

Due to Asuka’s soft attitude and Kanata’s friendliness, Aizou kept forgetting they had been there.

(Yes...these two were also aiming to be idols.)

Asuka and Kanata looked like they were having fun.

When they finished, they high fived cheerfully.

“Well, how do you feel?” Megu looked at Aizou and Yujiro.

Neither of them could say a word back.

✨

After the lesson, Aizou sat at the counter in the break space and grabbed a plastic water bottle.

Yujiro sat by the window with the blinds down, and stayed silent.

Both of them were likely thinking how disastrous the lessons had been. Theirs had been nothing compared to Asuka and Kanata’s.

“...Hey, what was it?” Aizou asked with his back turned.

“What?” Yujiro asked moodily.

“Their names.”

“Kaido Asuka and Ichigoya Kanata.”

“Asuka and Kanata...they’re insane.”

(They came and just showed off out of nowhere...what for?)

It was the same at the audition. They were carefree.

(They may be good friends, but we’re not!)

In terms of condition, there may have been a difference, but with individual skill, they’re not as great. There shouldn’t have been that big of a difference. Aizou didn’t think he lost.

(Anyway, I remembered it perfectly...)

He had no intention of adapting to people, and had never made a mistake.

(Whether they know or not...how are they so quick to remember? I can’t remember it if I just do it...)

Aizou frowned and opened his water bottle and poured the warm water into his mouth.

“Aizou, Yujiro, how are you doing?” President Tamura, who was passing by, stopped and called out.

“To be clear, it’s the worst.” Yujiro replied.

It was President Tamura who had planned the joint dance lesson. She must have called those two people over.

“Well, no girl would be thrilled to see you now.”

(Even if you say that...)

They couldn’t build the unit she wanted.

When she said the condition to debut, they had no choice but to accept it. He just barely met this guy and he didn’t feel like getting along with him from the beginning. He didn’t even know much about him.

(And I don’t want to know...)

The president sighed when they stayed silent.

“Every year, a number of idols make their debut, but most of them disappear. Only a handful of them survive.”

Aizou and Yujiro turned to her with serious expressions.

“Survive or disappear...it’s up to you.” The president smiled and left.

(That’s right...there were so many participants at the audition.)

Many people aimed to become idols. Even if you were lucky enough to pass, you still had to compete with other rivals. If they couldn’t overcome the first hurdle, then they shouldn’t go any further.

Aizou squeezed his bottle tightly in his hands.

If he gave up just because they didn’t match, then they’d never debut.

Yujiro must dislike it too.

(We have no choice but to match...we’re a unit.)

✨

The next day, when it was time for a break between lessons, Manager Uchida gave the two rice balls and drinks. “Go eat, Aizou-kun, Yujiro-kun.”

It was about dusk. The sky shined orange.

“Move your hand.”

“No, you move!”

Manager Uchida sighed in exasperation as the two began fighting over a rice ball. “They’re fighting again...can those two really make it as a unit?”

“Oh, are you nervous?” President Tamura listened to her while checking her email on her phone.

“Honestly, I preferred Asuka and Kanata...”

The two of them never fought.

Asuka and Kanata both had high levels of skills for singing and dancing, as they had displayed during the audition. Though, in terms of singing and dancing, Yujiro and Aizou were second to none. She knew that, but they always fought because they didn’t like each other.

It’d been that way ever since the audition.

Why did the president decide to have them form a unit?

“Well, Asuka-kun and Kanata-kun are talented, and because they’re good friends, they have a good sense of security. But...ah, isn’t it quite a sight to see what kind of unit those two who collide with each other will be?” President Tamura smiled happily.

✨

After the break, the next lesson was voice training. The instructor was Iv, who was in charge of DJing FT4.

While looking at the score, the two began singing.

Iv clapped his hands together. “Stop! Aizou, your pitch was too high.”

Aizou looked at the paper quickly. “Uh, where?”

“At the start of the fourth bar. You were a semitone higher.”

“I don’t know what it says in the score.” Aizou held his head.

Yujiro glared at him. “Being unable to read music...you’re stupid. You haven’t studied enough.”

Aizou averted his gaze. “Uh...well, I’m more the type to remember by ear!” he made the excuse and laughed nervously.

Yujiro was singing lightly, so he couldn’t respond.

(This is for my debut...I have to be patient...I’m patient..!)

Aizou trembled and gripped his music score tightly.

(But I don’t like it!)

✨

After the lesson, while Aizou practiced at the park on a hill, the sun went down, and the streetlights came on. He imagined the dance that Megu and Dai showed them, and he let his body remember the movement.

When he finished, he grinned proudly. He did the whole dance without any mistakes. He was able to go along with the rhythm, and had it mastered to near perfection.

“But it’ll be pointless if I can’t match him!” Aizou recalled and swore with a quiet “shit” under his breath. “This is why I don’t like units.”

There was no point in doing it alone. The problem wasn’t his dancing.

It was something the two of them couldn’t do.

(I’ll go home soon...but he needs to practice with me a little!)

He took his phone out and stopped when he realized he didn’t know the address.

“I don’t know his contact information!”

It was a problem if they couldn’t even contact each other, since they’re working together.

(...How do I even ask for it? I don’t know! I’m sure that guy won’t even come...this is such a hassle!)

Even if he had his number, he doubted he’d even answer the phone if he called him. He had no choice. He called Manager Uchida instead.

“Manager? Where does that guy live?” He asked.

“Eh? Did something happen?”

“...Ah, no...I just need to deliver something he forgot.” Aizou replied deceitfully.

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The 24 Days in the Bubble | WJ Canada

CHAPTER 3 | SELECTION CAMP

Summary- Selection Camp begins. Y/N and Kaiden begin getting closer. Y/N also makes some new friends. Selection camp can’t be that bad, right? And final cuts are made. Does Y/N make it onto the final roster?

Requested- No! Idea come from myself :)

Words- 2k

Warnings- mentions of covid, fem!reader, covid testing, cuss words,

Requests- Closed for now :)

Taglist: @2manytabsopen @prettyboyjackhughes @sorokns @ricohenrique @cherrylita @tonyspep @lovereadinghockeyy @only-goalies-allowed @hawksgirl1 @mysoftboybowen @hoespill @tysonsjosty @cherrybarzy

Authors note- I got all of my information from google, websites, & from the documentary Team Canada put out based off of the 2021 Tournament therefore, some information that takes place in this series may be false, but just know that I got all my information from the documentary and the internet. Thank you and enjoy!

NOVEMBER 16, 2020

“Hey Y/N!” Kirby said, as you entered the locker room where you, and 46 boys were dressing for the start of selection camp.

”Hey Dacher!” You said, walking over to your stall, putting down your backpack, and pulling out your phone to text your family.

’About to go in for the first day of selection camp! Love you guys!’ Was the text you typed out to the groupchat you had made with your best friends and family before hitting the send button and putting your phone away.

“Alrighty guys, are you already?” Andre said, adjusting his mask.

A mix of “Yeah!” and “Yes!” were thrown around the room.

After getting out on the ice, selection camp in Red Deer began.

“Hey, you’re doing great out there!” Kaiden said, skating up to you and tapping his stick on your kneepad.

“Thanks Kaiden! Not to bad yourself!” You said, touching his helmet as he went back to skating and stickhandling.

“Soooo what's that about?” Jamie asked, when you turned toward the other end of the ice, not realizing he was standing there.

“Holy shit Jamie! What are you doing here?” You asked, eyes wide.

“Uhh I’m at selection camp... why wouldn’t I be? But you and Kaiden like each other. Just admit it.” Jamie asked, giggling and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.

“What? No!” You said, skating away from him and hearing Jamie laugh so hard you were sure he had tears coming out of his eyes.

Anyways, you couldn’t really decide if it selection camp was easy or not. You couldn’t feel your legs, and it seemed like nobody else could either. Andre and the assistant coaches made all of the players stick handle, timed skates to the far blue line and back, and a few of the players helped the goalies by shooting slap shots at them and acted like you were in a shoot out.

NOVEMBER 21, 2020

You were just about to leave your room to go to the locker room for the first intersquad game when you heard your phone ringing. You looked over and saw that Andre was calling you.

“Hello?” You asked, picking up your backpack from the floor, sitting down on the hotel bed.

“Y/N? We just found out that a non-core staff member tested positive for covid and they had come in contact with assistant coaches, Michael Dyck and Jason Labarbera so they are quarantining. We don’t have to cancel the intersquad games so far, though. Just a heads up and wanted to let you know.” Andre said.

“Oh I hope they’re okay! Thank you for letting me know!” You said.

“Yep, no problem. See you in a few minutes.” Andre said, hanging up.

You put your phone in your back pocket and sighed. This was the type of stuff you would have to deal with.. and really what anyone in the bubble would have to deal with. You put your mask on and opened your hotel room door, and headed to the locker room of the area you and 46 other guys were playing at.

“Y/N! Y/N!” Kirby called, passing the puck to you. ‘Shoot the puck. Shoot the puck.’ was all that you were thinking while skating as fast as you can down the ice. You shot it, and it went in, past the goalie that would possibly be on the final roster along with you, and a bunch of other guys. “Yeah!” Kirby said, hugging you and laughing while your other linemates tapped each others helmets. You gave your bench high fives and sat down on the bench as the puck dropped again. “Nice job.” Jamie said, tapping your helmet as you sat down next to him. “Thanks!” You said.

A few minutes later, when the period ended, you stood up from your seat on the bench when you heard someone calling your name. You turn and see Kaiden.

“Hey Y/N! That was a sick goal!” Kaiden said, smiling down at you.

You laughed. “Thank you Kaiden!”

“Yeah well I better score one or else I can’t be here with you on the final roster.” Kaiden said, laughing.

“What? What if I’m not on the final roster? Why so sure of yourself, Guhle?” You asked.

“Y/N, you’re an amazing player. Why wouldn’t you be on the final roster?” Kaiden said, looking at you.

“T-thanks. You’re an amazing player too.” You said, heart starting to beat faster.

“Well Jamie is probably going to come looking for us if you don’t go.” Kaiden said, smiling at you.

“Yeah! Stalkerrr vibess!!! Anyways, see ya Kaiden, and good luck!” You said, turning around and fast walking down the tunnel.

‘Why does Kaiden make you feel like this if I only liked him as a friend? I mean he does have a really cute smile, and face, and hair, and... oh my god. Do I have a crush on Kaiden?’ You thought while walking into the dressing room.

“You’ve got something on your mind?” Braden asked, while sitting in his stall.

“Not really, just focused on the game.” You said, smiling over at Braden, knowing the words that just came out of your mouth was a complete lie.

“Okay.. but Y/N.. I’m always here to talk if you need me.” Braden said, getting up from his stall and going over to the dressing room door as the 2nd period was just about to start.

Maybe you should talk to Braden. Especially since you didn’t have your mom or best friends to talk to in person. You thought Braden would be a safe space to talk to about things.

NOVEMBER 24, 2020

“Y/N?” Andre said through the phone, with his voice sounding a bit stressed and frantic.

“Hey! What’s up?” You ask, putting your stick tape in your bag, getting ready to head down to the locker room for the last intersquad game.

“Two of the players tested positive for covid. We have to post-pone the last game. I just wanted to let you know so you don’t get all of your stuff together for nothing. Have a great day and contact me, Michael, or Mitch if you have any symptoms.” Andre said.

“Oh my god. Okay that you Andre. You stay safe too.” You said before hanging up and immediately texting the group chat with you, Kaiden, Kirby, Braden, Jamie. The people you were closest with during this whole quarantine thing.

‘guys did you hear about the covid positives?’ You type out, hitting send and immediately seeing speech bubble pop up on your screen.

Kaiden Guhle :)

Yeah. I’m disappointed. That means we’re stuck in this hotel room for 14 days.

Kirby Dach

It sucks. We’ll get through it though.

Jamie Drysdale

Yeah. It sucks a lot. What the hell am I supposed to do in a hotel room that I’m trapped in for 14 days?

Braden Schneider

Guys we will be fine. I hope.

Jamie Drysdale

YOU HOPE?

Kaiden Guhle :)

Okay guys, calm down. Let’s all facetime, okay?

i’m in.

You and the group chat ended up facetiming for two hours. You told your parents about the two covid cases among the players. They were scared you were going to get covid, but you told them about the 14 day hotel room situation and they calmed down. (thankfully)

You had to get used to this. It was part of being “apart of camp.”

DECEMBER 8, 2020

Some time had pasted and December finally had come. Well, you shouldn’t be that excited about it. It meant cuts and the final cuts to the roster were coming. Kaiden and a bunch of other people were very reassuring when it came to your worries about being cut.

Coach Andre made an announcement via email stating that the first cuts had been made. The players were, Matthew Robertson, Mason Millman, Xavier Simoneau, Daemon Hunt, and Ridly Greig, leaving you and 41 other players in camp.

When you read the email, and didn’t see your name, you felt like a weight was lifted off your shoulders... but, you still had 3 more days till the final cuts were made from the roster.

DECEMBER 10, 2020

That day, seven more players were cut from camp. The players being goalies Brett Brochu and Tristan Lennox, and forwards Adam Beckman, Tyson Foerster, Hendrix Lapierre, Cole Schwindt, and Shane Wright, leaving you and 34 other players in camp.

‘One more day.’ Was what you were telling yourself, trying to ease the anxiety of being cut.

“You aren’t going to get cut, Y/N/N. I know your not.” Kirby reassured you through facetime.

“We’ll see Kirby, we will see.”

DECEMBER 11, 2020 (FINAL CUTS TO THE ROSTER)

You heard a knock at your hotel door, quickly getting up from your bed, and tossing on a hoodie. When you opened the door, you saw a few staff members and one seemed to be holding a phone.

“Hey Y/N! We have a few people who want to talk to you!” The staff member said, making you put on a confused face before them handing you the phone. You saw your mom, dad, and brother gathered all around the screen.

“Hey sweetie!” Your mom said.

“Hi guys!” You said, looking down at the phone, seeing a bunch of smiley parents and brother.

“Congratulations, honey! You made it onto the final roster for Team Canada!” Your dad said, your mouth immediately dropping and looking at the camera crew and staff members, wiping tears that came down your face from being so happy.

“Really? I really did it?” You asked, jumping up and down.

“This is not a reaction we’ve gotten before.” One of the staff members mumbled to the other, slightly chuckling.

After saying goodbye to your mom, dad, brother, and staff members, you went back into your hotel room and immediately check your email, making sure you, Kirby, Kaiden, Jamie, or Braden weren’t cut from the roster as they were the people you were closest to.

“We’ve made the final cuts to the roster. Team Canada is releasing forwards Mavrick Bourque, Graeme Clarke, Gage Goncalves, Seth Jarvis, Samuel Poulin, and Jamieson Rees and defensemen Lukas Cormier, Ryan O’Rourke, and Donovan Sebrango. Thank you.” You mumbled out, not seeing any of your friends names, smiling even wider. You then texted Kaiden to congradulate him.

Wow, you did it. You really did it.

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For the fantastic @fight-surrender: You are a wonderful person with a brilliant mind and a kind heart, and I am so happy to know you! I really enjoyed the prompts you suggested for the Secret Snowflake exchange this year, so to give you something fluffy and happy for your birthday I combined a few of them into one sweet and silly fic - I hope that you like it! 🖤

A big thank you goes out to @carryonvisinata for her wonderful beta work and for making this fic even better for such an incredible friend 🖤 Purr-fect Strangers

Rated: General Audiences Word Count: 3208 Chapters: 1/1 Simon

"Die Hard? Really?"

I'm struggling to make the Redbox give me my DVD. Video vending machines sounded like a good idea when I couldn't find anywhere to stream my favorite movie, but the obstinate thing in front of me and the condescending voice behind me are now making me reconsider my choices.

"What's wrong with Die Hard?" I demand, momentarily giving up on retrieving my video to take some of my frustration out on the prick watching me.

Unfortunately, when I turn around to scowl at him, I make eye contact with one of the most attractive people I've ever seen. He's tall, with dark hair escaping the bun on top of his head and falling around his face, and a perfectly tailored suit hugging every inch of his body right on down to his shiny Chelsea boots. My brain shorts out, and he sneers at me.

"There’s nothing wrong with it, per se. But you have a near unlimited assortment of cinema to choose from, and you've selected Die Hard?"

(Read the rest on ao3, or keep reading here)

I scoff.

"Look, mate, some of us don't feel the need to watch pretentious films just to feel better than other people. I like Die Hard. I'm going to watch it while eating pizza and relaxing in joggers, and I refuse to feel bad about enjoying that."

He looks a bit startled, and his cheeks take on a slightly pink tinge, but he just arches an eyebrow at me. (And manages to make that look unfairly hot too, the prat.)

"What movie are you renting?" I say it like a challenge, and he pushes past me.

He deftly removes my DVD from the stubborn machine and thrusts it at me, before turning back around to get his own. I loiter behind him, just like he did to me, ready to see what movie he thinks is better than Die Hard.

"Two Weeks Notice?" I exclaim, when I see the poster pop up on the screen. "You're ridiculing Die Hard, but getting a rom-com for yourself? Unbelievable."

He pushes past me and turns up his nose. My blood boils for so many different reasons, and it's work to hold myself still.

"This has Hugh Grant in it. My tastes are superior."

Then he swans off, and I'm left standing on the kerb.

Baz

A year into my time at university, I started treating myself to a monthly visit to Sephora. It was easily excusable then, with parties every weekend to justify each new purchase, but I've kept up the tradition since graduating. (Retail therapy and good skin care never hurt anyone. And a little eyeliner does wonders for one's self esteem.)

This month, I'm browsing for something sparkly. My eyes are grey, but with a dark, glittery liner I think they might stand out a little more. I'm just testing one of the pencils on the back of my hand when I see him.

Blond hair, plain blue eyes, and a constellation of freckles and moles across his skin. The most lovely man I have ever seen, with the worst taste in movies, and (I'm sure) a well-deserved hatred for me.

For all that I try to appear cool and confident, my facade sometimes fails me. When I get flustered, I become cruel. The man renting Die Hard was so pretty that all I could do was insult him and then curse myself for it the entire way home. I couldn't even properly enjoy Hugh Grant, as mired as I was in self-loathing. And now, whatever second chance to impress him I've been granted with has surely been ruined by my actions last time.

I keep my head down and steal glances at him through my eyelashes.

He is entirely out of his element, that much is obvious right away. I watch him ask one of the shop assistants for help, and she points him in the direction of a display. His brow furrows as he picks up different containers, and he’s ridiculously precious and hopeless as he holds a lipstick tube next to a garish eyeshadow palette and closes one eye to look at them. (What is he even doing?)

Finally, his confusion seems to win out, and he turns to look around for help, when he suddenly spots me. I've been caught out; I can't pretend now like I haven't been staring, and he scowls a little as we make eye contact. I arch an eyebrow, watch as his face grows pink in anger, and decide I hate myself enough to try talking to him again.

"That's really not your shade."

"What?" It's a simple word, horribly enunciated, and does nothing to quell the wrinkle between his eyes.

"The purple. I don't think it would flatter you. Furthermore, that lipstick clashes horribly with every color in that palette."

He turns a bright red and starts to splutter. I am hopelessly endeared.

"That's not- I, I don't- it isn't-"

"Oh, calm down, there's nothing wrong with wearing makeup," I say, flashing him the back of my hand with the eyeliner tests on it. "You just need to pick a better shade." I pluck a different palette (for blue eyes) and a lipstick in a true red from the display and hand them over. "Something like this."

He stares at them dumbly for a moment, his mouth hanging open. (Mouth breather.)

"You think I should wear this?"

"I think it would flatter you if you chose to wear makeup. That purple will do you no favors." I sneer at the garish eyeshadow still in his hand.

"It's for my friend!" he finally bursts out.

"Are you mad at her?" It's a reasonable question, that eyeshadow is truly appalling.

"No? It's her birthday next week, and she said that she wanted to have some makeup for date nights and things."

"Are you in love with her?"

"No!" No hesitation at all. "No, no way. Penny is like my sister. She's my best friend. We're not…" he trails off, and I'm strangely reassured. He still probably hates me, but at least there is one woman in the world that he’s not dating, so my odds have improved marginally.

"Don't get your pants in a twist. I just thought you might be, since that eyeshadow would certainly drive away her current boyfriend."

He sticks out his chin and seems to decide something.

"Fine. What should I get for her, then?" The “if you know so much” is left unsaid.

I'm not really an expert, despite my monthly purchases, but I'll take any excuse I can get to linger around this starburst of a boy for a few moments more.

"Does she wear makeup normally?" He shakes his head no. "Then perhaps start with something more subtle for her." I take the offending palette away and hand him a more subdued one, with a faint shimmer. "Do you think this would look nice on her?"

He thinks hard for a moment, then pulls out his phone, swiping at the lock screen and turning it to face me.

"This is her."

His home screen background is a picture of the two of them, cheeks pressed together and grinning like crazy under the summer sun. His curls are being tossed by the wind, and he looks like a bronze Adonis. I think my heart actually skips a beat at the sight.

"That palette will be fine then. This lipstick, too," I add, handing him a plum shade. "Do you need anything else?" I ask, and then cringe when I sound like I'm working instead of flirting.

He shakes his head.

"No, this is brilliant, thanks."

He still looks a bit confused, and he bites his lip as he looks down at the makeup in his hand - the makeup for his friend, and the things I picked out for him.

I don't want to go, but I can't figure out any way to prolong our conversation.

"You should get that one," he says, pointing to one of the lines on my hand. I raise an eyebrow in question. He's right, but what does this mean? Is he flirting? Does he want me to wear eyeliner? Is he just trying to repay me for helping him? "Yeah. Definitely that one."

He raps his knuckles on the counter beside us twice, and then wanders towards the check out.

It's not until I'm trying to fall asleep that I realize - he bought the makeup for himself too.

Simon

One of my foster fathers had a workshop, and I spent a happy summer watching him build a table and matching chairs for the dining room. I didn't get to stay to see it completed, because one of his biological children kept stealing money out of his mom's purse and blaming me, but I still enjoyed the time I had spent watching woodworking. I liked it so much that when Penny and I graduated and got a flat together, I saved up to buy a few tools. I don't make anything major, but I've built small shelves and a side table and a pan organizer for the flat, and I really like it.

Recently, Penny has been complaining about not being able to reach everything in the kitchen, so while she's still at work I stop by the B&Q to pick up some wood for a step stool. I'm heading to the check out when I see him - the mean makeup guy. (Although he was actually quite nice when we were talking about makeup. He was just rude when we were getting our movies.)

He's dressed casually today, in tight dark jeans and a warm grey sweater, with his hair falling in loose waves around his face. He's glaring down at two wrenches, and I hate that he still looks so good when he's glowering.

Before I even register what's happening, my feet have carried me over to him.

"D'ya need help?"

He startles, and turns lovely grey eyes up to look at me. It's work not to gasp. He’s wearing eyeliner. I'm not entirely sure, but I think it may even be the eyeliner I told him to buy.

"The sink in my kitchen is leaking. I watched a tutorial on YouTube, and it should be easy enough to fix, but I don't have the proper tools."

He goes back to glaring at the wrenches, and I lean over to take a look.

“You want that one.”

“Why? How do you know?”

“Well, it’s adjustable. You can change it within reason, so as long as your plumbing isn’t something incredibly out of the ordinary it should fit just fine.”

He looks surprised (and maybe a bit like he wants to attack me, although I try to ignore that).

“How do you know that?”

I laugh.

“Basic home maintenance, mate, I’ve had to fix a leaky sink before too, believe it or not.”

I grin at him until one corner of his mouth tips upward in response.

“Thanks,” he says, his cheeks flushing a little. “I’ll get this one then. Yes. Thank you. Have a nice evening.”

He strides off, once again leaving me feeling a bit dazed.

He looks really good in eyeliner.

Baz

When Fiona discovered I hadn’t left the apartment in a week, she called in the cavalry. Daphne showed up at my door with a casserole and some flowers, and within minutes she had the kitchen feeling like a place that was less utility space and more home.

“Basil, Fiona is worried about you.” I rolled my eyes, despite knowing it wouldn’t get me anywhere. “I’m worried about you, too. You spend so much time by yourself, and you hardly ever go out to see your friends or enjoy the city.”

“I’m fine. Thank you for your concern.”

“Basil,” she had said, and that time it was a warning. “It’s not healthy for anyone to spend this much time alone.”

“What, do you expect me to get a cat?”

Daphne smiled, and I knew that I had said the wrong thing.

“Yes, actually. And,” she said, before I could object, “Fiona thought you should too. In fact, she made it a condition of your continued occupancy of this flat. We both think it might be nice for you to have someone else around to talk to.”

I arched an eyebrow.

“And you want me to talk to a cat?”

Daphne just gave me a Mona Lisa smile, handed me a plate filled with food, and told me when she left later that evening that I had forty-eight hours to send her a picture of a cat. (I asked what I should do if I didn’t like any of the cats I saw. Or if they didn’t like me. She said I had to at least prove that I tried.)

So, this morning, I made my way to the nearest RSPCA and talked to strangers for the first time in over a week. I told them that I was looking to adopt a cat, and they immediately led me to a room filled with individual cages and an assortment of felines. They said I could play with any of the cats that I wanted, and now I’m staring into the eyes of a fluffy orange tabby.

The tabby meows at me, and I swear that she’s telling me to get lost. I guess cats can tell when you’re out of your depth.

I stroll down the aisle and read the names given to each cat. It’s been years since I last had a pet and even then, the husky my family had wasn’t my sole responsibility. I was in charge of feeding him, but there was always someone else making sure that I did. And really, we only adopted him when my pediatrician suggested that an animal might help me after my mother died. Daphne is probably trying to do the same thing again now. (Is this how one becomes a crazy cat lady? Depression, anxiety, OCD, and an unwillingness to tolerate therapy?)

I keep walking slowly until I feel a tug on my sleeve. I look down, and a little orange paw ending in one very sharp claw has latched on to me. I unhook it before my sweater can snag, and then look into the kennel. There are two kittens, each only about ten weeks old according to their cards, and the orange one is peering up at me with big blue eyes. Its littermate is asleep in the corner, curled into a fluffy black puffball, but the tabby is ready to play. His tail twitches, and he pounces immediately when I wiggle a finger between the bars. He catches my fingertip in a far more gentle grasp than I would have imagined, then looks at me with what can only be described as pure adoration.

“Excuse me,” I say, moving my finger some more and feeling small claws dig in. Then again, louder, to get the attention of the woman, “Excuse me. Can I see this one?”

The woman comes over and flips the latch, then reaches in and comes out with a handful of fur and knives. The kitten opens its mouth in a fierce imitation of a vampire, then stretches it further as it lapses into a yawn. We spend the better part of an hour in a bright, cheerful room, just the kitten and I. At first it chases a string that I drag along the ground and runs after balls with bells in them, but then it calms down and curls up in my lap to sleep.

I’m petting it and cooing softly to it, trying to ignore the fact that Daphne and Fiona were both right about this whole thing, when the door to the room opens again.

“Oh. It’s you,” says the most beautiful man I have ever seen. My face flushes when I remember our last encounter and I pray he doesn’t remember my ignorance. (Of course he does. I didn’t know how to select a wrench. I am incapable of basic home repair and he knows it.)

“Do you two know each other?” The woman from before is back, this time holding the other kitten from the same cage, and looking between the two of us. “These kittens aren’t technically a bonded pair, but they are siblings, the only two remaining from their litter, and it would be lovely if they could still see each other.”

“Err…” the man says, shifting his weight.

“We’ve met in passing a few times now,” I say, trying to avoid encouraging this line of questioning.

“Great!” she says, clapping her hands brightly after handing the kitten off. “I’ll leave all of you to get better acquainted then!”

For a moment, there’s just awkward silence. Neither of us are looking at each other, both focusing on our respective kittens. Then, his kitten turns into the feline equivalent of a slinky, oozes out of his grasp, and runs over to tap my leg once before running away again. It hides behind his legs, and all I can see is a black tail winding around his ankles.

We both laugh, and the ice is broken.

“I’m Simon,” he says, and smiles at me. It’s the same radiant smile I remember from his lockscreen. It feels like looking into the sun, and I bask in it.

“Basil. Although my friends call me Baz.”

“Are you going to…” he trails off, but gestures to my cat.

“Yes,” I look down and give it a scratch under the chin. “I’m going to adopt it.”

“Same here,” Simon says, and then he blushes. “I mean, unless it rips my face off in the next few minutes, but I think this is the one.”

“Do you know which one you have?” Their names and genders were on the cage, but it didn’t specify who was who.

“No idea. I’m going to rename mine anyway though, I didn’t like either of those names.”

“I was planning on doing the same thing. If I’m going to have a pet, it needs to have a proper name befitting its personality. Not something mundane like Fluffy.” I scowl, and he laughs.

As his kitten comes over to touch its nose to my kitten, Simon clears his throat.

“So, um, like she said, they’d probably be happy to have playdates or whatever. I mean, since we’re getting them. And since we keep running into each other. It might make sense to, you know, exchange numbers?”

“Yes!” I say, far too eagerly. “I mean, that seems reasonable. It would be more convenient than waiting to happen upon you in the Waitrose choosing inferior crisps to set up a future meeting.”

He smiles. “Well, yeah, there’s that. And this way, it’ll be easier for me to ask you out, ”

Then the absolute nightmare sits down beside me and hands me his phone. He texts me immediately once I enter my contact info.

Unknown Number (11:27 AM) This is Simon Snow

Unknown Number (11:27 AM) Your cat is cute.

Unknown Number (11:27 AM) So are you

Unknown Number (11:28 AM) Wanna get dinner sometime? ;)

I blush, and send him a reply.

Baz (11:29 AM) I thought you’d never ask.

#snowbaz fic #Purr-fect Strangers #a gift for a friend!#fuff #my fic

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years

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She [1]

Warnings: non-consent sex (series)

This is dark! Steve and explicit. 18+ only.

Series Synopsis: Steve Rogers’ life is turned upside down by a reporter.

Chapter Summary: You meet Steve Rogers for an interview but he’s not what you expected.

Note: I’ve been trying to chill the last five days but I obviously got some writing in. It has resulted in this impromptu series and I hope you all like it. It’s looking like it will be about 10 chapters when all is said is done but that being said, I am still working on it.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Reader

Your left ankle bent as you leaned heavily on your heel. You stood before the thick walnut door, a round frosted window on its face. The townhouse stuck out on the old Brooklyn row and all knew its resident. It surprised many that he remained in the borough and he was cherished all the more for it. He was the golden boy of New York.

Well, that’s what people like to believe. You weren’t there to paint another flowery picture of the saviour. You were there to speak with the real man behind the plan. There was a story behind Steve Rogers that had yet to be told and when you were selected to tell it, you knew you had to do it right. The task was both daunting and humbling. It could be your big break.

You knocked and adjusted the bag that hung from your shoulder. You didn’t miss the group of kids at the end of the block gathered around for a glimpse of their hero. The door opened and you were greeted by the man himself. He smiled at you as his hand rested on the curled door handle.

“Hi,” He greeted you. “Thanks for coming. It saves me a lot of trouble.”

“Not at all,” You shook his hand.

You’d spoken to him briefly over the phone and negotiated the time and place for your interview. You agreed that him coming to the office would cause too much of a flurry. You were sure he was over that.

“Come in,” He stepped back and waved you through.

He closed the door as you looked around the entryway. A thick banister with the same dark wood as the walls led up to the second level and a finely carved archway peeked through to the next room. It was cozy and a lot quainter than you expected. The exposed brick above the panelling lent it a warmth.

“Shoes?” You stopped by the mat.

“Your call,” He said. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thank you, Mr. Rogers, but I’m fine,” You assured him as you stepped out of your heels. You’d hate to scuff the hardwood. “I’m sure you're just as impatient as me to begin.”

“Steve. And yeah, I suppose. I don’t really do much more than pressers and usually, I don’t do much talking.” He confessed. “Just through here,” He pointed to the front room.

You nodded and stepped through. He directed you to the pair of armchairs before the artificial fireplace and you set your bag down as you sat. He lowered himself across from you as you reached into your bag and pulled out your phone and notebook. You swiped up and flicked your finger across the screen.

“Do you mind if I record you? It helps with editing and of course, accuracy,” You said.

He scratched his jaw and shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

“Great,” You hit the red dot and set the phone down on the small table with the mic facing him.

🖋️

You were a bit surprised by how it had all unfolded, but, you supposed, you were right when you said no one was ever exactly what they seemed. Steve was nice enough as he showed you the door but you could see the agitated impatience behind his eyes. You should’ve eased him into it more. Timing was everything.

Even so, you had promised your editor a story and if you didn’t deliver after being chosen for such a coveted one, well, you would never see its likes again.

So you sat at your desk in your small but comfortable city apartment. It was nothing compared to the star-spangled hero’s walk-up but it was home. If you could work the interview the right way, it might mean an upgrade, or at least a television that didn’t flicker.

You hit play on your phone for the third time that night. Steve Rogers’ voice was etched into your brain. And that tension in his forehead, the tic in his jaw. A thinly veiled wrath unexpected of the valiant soldier-turned-saviour. You shivered and paused the recording. It was almost startling how quickly he’d turned on you, but you weren’t entirely innocent.

You stretched your fingers over the keyboard and sighed as you stared at your blinking cursor. You couldn’t just sit on this forever. You had a deadline and an extension was an impossibility, if not a death warrant for your career.

So you hit play and began to type, pausing to play back snippets as you went.

🖋️

‘It’s early afternoon in the heart of Brooklyn. Amidst the old brick buildings that line the cracked sidewalks is a townhouse unlike any other. The home of a man born there over a century ago. A living ghost that haunts the block. Most would say he is a friendly spirit.

Steve Rogers answers the door as a boy lets his baseball roll under a car and his friends lower their mitts to watch. A teen on a bike, a ring in his nose, even slows to admire the hometown hero as he smiles; a beacon of the borough. A glimmer of hope for all to think that the block is not the whole world.

He greets me like an old friend. “Hi.” The same smile seen in newsprint. He thanks me for coming and ushers me inside. This is the first time I’ve met him in person. I can’t lie; I’m intimidated. I’m just another person in debt to this great veteran.

His house isn’t what you would expect from a man as prestigious as him. No medals hanging on the wall, no vainglorious cut-outs of his image, or pictures of him shaking hands with men in suits. Only framed baseball cards along freshly laid wood-panels. It’s like any other house in Brooklyn, just newer. An ancient skeleton revived.

We sit in the front room, he offers me a drink. I’m not very thirsty. I’m more anxious to start talking. I can see he is too though his facade is hard to crack. He tells me to call him Steve as my recitations of ‘Mr. Rogers’ become almost pathetic. We begin.

Interviewer: “Great.” I hit ‘record’. “I’ll start by saying you have a nice place.”

Steve: “Thanks.” He seems to relax as he leans back in the chair which is nearly too narrow for his broad shoulders. “It took a while but I think it’s coming together.”

Interviewer: “Can’t take the boy out of Brooklyn, I guess.”

Steve: “Wouldn’t leave it for the world.” He smiles again, though he never truly looks less than amiable.

I: “Only to save it,”

S: “I do what I can.

I: “More than most; New York, Sekovia, the world. You’ve done it all. Do you ever just take a break?”

S: “I try. And sometimes I get a chance to just… be here.”

He looks around, proud of himself, of his home.

I: “Any hobbies?”

S: “You know, I used to love to draw. Nothing special, you know. But I found it calming. I actually bought a bunch of pencils and a pad but I never touched them. I’m sure they're just sitting up in my closet, neglected.”

I listen intently, imagining this man bent over a notebook. It’s an absurd picture as my mind returns to the man in his cowl with shield in hand. The red, white, and blue bullseye is more suiting in my head than a pen.

I: “Anything else? Anything you actually do?”

S: “I like to run. Helps me get to know my neighbours, reconnect with my roots. I read… a little. I’m still not really into the whole internet thing but I try. I still get the newspaper just to read the strips and fill in the weekly crosswords.”

He confirms my suspicion. A man lost in time, but it seems he has found his place.

I: “A man for all times. And you work? I’m sure you get tired of talking about it but well, there’s been a lot of speculation about a possible retirement.”

He ‘s silent as he looks away and fidgets in his chair. He becomes the rehearsed hero at his podium.

S: “I’d hate to fan that fire but I think it’s only natural to consider it.”

I: “Thinking of settling down?”

S: “It’s always a thought but I’m not stupid. It’s not that simple. I’m not the type of man that gets to settle down.”

This remark might break the heart of every woman in Brooklyn and beyond but it seems to hurt him more. A grim truth for a man who many would say has the world in his hands.

I: “And if you did hang up the shield, is there anything you want to do? Anywhere you want to go?”

S: “I’d like to try fishing. I’ve heard it’s relaxing. I love the city but it’s nice to get away now and then.”

I: “Is there anything keeping you from retiring? Besides the obvious; we all know you’re a good man and a great hero. You’ve shown commitment to the city, the world, humanity.”

He looks to the artificial fireplace and shrugs. He’s thinking; perhaps censoring his response.

I: “Co-workers? The world is well aware of what you did for your old friend. And it has proven to be a point of contention, even after the pardon.”

He clears his throat and he’s no longer smiling.

S: “Bucky is an old friend and a commendable soldier. He does his job well. I wouldn’t take anything back. He has more than earned his place.”

I: “So, if you retired, you believe that he would retain his place among the team?”

He’s frowning now. He adjusts his posture so that he seems even bigger than before. A formidable opponent, if not an overwhelming one.

S: “He is not there because of me. He’s there because of himself. Because he is an asset to the world.”

His blue eyes are darker now. No longer the crystalline waves shining in the sun but those foreboding tides which crash together beneath the moonless sky. My ship has gone awry, carried by an errant wind.

I: “Well, I can’t help but point out that many wouldn’t agree. You put yourself and several of your associates on the line to save him. To bring him into your fold. To place a man who was once a national enemy beside you. I hate to say it but, frankly, even if he were pardoned on his own merit, I fail to imagine him being allowed the same access to confidential intelligence and tasked with the protection of civilian life.”

His hands are fists. I could put up a front and say I’m not nervous, but I am. I have done what I once thought impossible. I have angered Steve Rogers.

S: “He wasn’r Bucky, but he is now and he has been cleared. I’m sorry, but I thought you were here to talk about me.”

I: “Yes, I am, but the world is well aware of your friendship with Mr. Barnes and all its implications. It is hard to separate him from your life.”

S: “I agreed to talk about me.”

His tone is set in stone. I attempt to stay calm myself.

I: “We are talking about you, but we can move on. Now, even with its dissolution, there are still questions being asked about the Sokovia Accords and your opposition to it. While many can acknowledge the need for your team and their work, they can’t help but wonder at the lack of restraints placed upon it. There are regulations even for the FBI and CIA and other protective services. So why should you be exempt?”

He sniffs and stands up slowly. He retreats behind his chair and nears a table along the wall. He distracts himself with a signed baseball. I don’t have a chance to ask who scribbled along the stitches as he tosses it and finds his voice.

S: “I never disagreed with the sentiment of the Accords. As heroes, of course, we should have obligations. Our first and foremost being the protection of innocent lives. The hardest to uphold but we do it.”

He is ever the statesman but he isn’t finished and his voice gets low. Dangerous, even.

S: “At the same time, we put our own lives on the line and you come here and nag me about formalities? What is it you want? Paperwork? Reports on how I threw my shield to stop a bullet from striking an innocent bystander? How a piece of shrapnel nearly severed my tendon as I threw myself in front of a speeding vehicle?”

I: “With all due respect, I am only asking about transparency. People deserve to know more. They deserve the truth.”

S: “Is that what you’re looking for? The truth? You want to know what we don’t tell you and your readers?”

He puts the baseball down and his hand is on his hip, disapproving. I suspect his lecture will continue. He nears the chair and grips the back of it as he narrows his eyes at me. I fear he might throw it in my direction though for now, I hope it should act as my own shield against him.

S: “About how I have to lie about how many men I lose to keep this world safe. Because I can’t scare the people. Because I have to keep on this mask of the brave hero.”

His eyes go to the ceiling. He takes a breath to calm himself. I can tell he wants to continue. That he is holding back something which has brewed within him for a very long time. It is a moment before he speaks again.

S: “We’re done here. That’s it. Turn your phone off and go.”

The interview is over. What happens next will remain off the record. I leave with a mouth full of bile. My childlike wonder has been extinguished. I came to seek out the man behind the shield and I have done just that, but he is not who I expected.

I was ready for a humble man, a man like any of us; the same wants and desires. Still human despite his enhancements; despite his superhuman status. What I discovered was a man who’s exceptionality has nurtured a sense of entitlement.

And we do owe him our lives, our gratitude, we owe him the world. Yet I cannot dismiss the sense that he might regret his good deeds. That to him, it has become a thankless chore. That we are the needy children and he has been burdened with our cries for help.

So we should not be surprised or upset upon his retirement, not if, but when it comes. And we cannot fault him for his departure. It has been a long-time coming.’

🖋️

You took a breath and sat back in your chair. You rubbed your cheeks as the recording began to repeat itself. You stopped it and checked the time. You’d spend your morning editing and hope you would be ready for submission by the evening.

As you hit save, you felt an odd tremor deep inside. This could be it. Your big story. Or you could be tired and entirely up your own ass. You only hoped it was the former.

🖋️

You sat across from Poppy as she read your article through the glasses which sat low on her long nose. She was just past forty and wouldn’t look it if she didn’t wear the ridiculous half-circle spectacles. She wore a shade of red which paid homage to her name and her lipstick was just as bold. Her long lashes flicked up as she lowered the pages and her blonde hair fell behind her shoulder.

“Well…” She said carefully. “It is…interesting.”

You swallowed nervously as you teetered on the edge of the acrylic seat. Her long manicured nails played with the corner of the article.

“I had initially planned to have this in the back pages. No one really cares about the Avengers anymore.” She said. “But this is… I will discuss it with our marketing team but I know a feature when I see it.”

“A feature?” Your lips parted and you sat back as you gripped the thin arms of the chair.

“Oh, yes,” She said. “Another celebrity break-up is not exactly scandalous and to be frank, I do tire of that ridiculous narrative. But this… you will be hearing from me soon.”

“Uh,” You stood awkwardly at what you were sure was a dismissal. “Thank you.”

“For what? Doing my job? Should I thank you for doing yours?” She countered.

“N-no,” You stuttered.

“Go on then. I’m certain you have other work to do.” She tapped her long nails. “You certainly will once this is ready to print.”

You nodded and left her. She was already on her phone before the door closer behind you and you looked around the blindly bright office. It would be your first feature and it was the first article which had earned you more than a passive grumble from the woman. Perhaps you hadn’t been so foolish to think you had actually done something well.

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DQXI/Octopath Traveler Crossover

Crossover week: Home | 1 | 2 | 3| 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 |

Anyone call for a story idea with just character roles planned but no plot? Oh boy do I have the post for you! I’ve only played through chapter 2 of Octopath but from how things are going I have a few ideas for plotlines… on the whole, however, this post outlines each of the characters and their backstories.

Character descriptions under the cut because it’s long! Mentions of a character who's deaf, another character who's trans, and another character with DID.

I’ve been loving Octopath Traveler, but if there’s one thing I had to nitpick, it’s that there’s not enough moments woven in between all the characters! There’s a “travel banter” feature that covers the thinnest bases, where at some points in the game, the option for travel banter will appear on your screen and you can select it to see two characters have a short conversation. You have no choice in which characters talk to which, and you can’t go to that chat feature whenever. Also, let’s say you’re doing someone’s storyline. The other characters don’t talk in other’s cutscenes!

It sort of feels like there are eight games in one when you format the game that way. It's a little… disjointed.

Premise: Another fusion fic where the eight characters in Octopath are swapped for the team in DQXI (plus Gemma). Each character can still have their own backstories and subplots, but I am hankering hard for an overarching plot and antagonist. Maybe there’s, like, an evil League of Villains or some cult. Shouldn’t be too hard to find a place to slot that in, right?

Just like in the game, you stick to one character’s perspective and travel around to pick up the rest of your team, only in this fic, there’s varying dynamics between all the characters and oh boy it’d be prominent.

Characters

H’aanit ➡ Elimelech (El)

The Hunter

Born deaf, Elimelech hunts with his wolf companion and a quiver on his back. Despite appearances, El is not one to be underestimated; he is the pride of his village, which has recently celebrated his rite to adulthood. However, with adulthood comes an unexpected discovery, one which spurs him to leave the village in search of answers to his true heritage.

A literal strong, silent type. But has his shy moments, too. I can imagine you having to tap his shoulder to get him to see you talking to him sometimes, and he has this cute, brief look of curiosity on his face… 🥺

Similar to how H’aanit spoke in Middle and Old English, I think sign language would be interpreted the same way in this world. So everyone’s comprehension of SL is good, signing back… maybe not so good.

Animal companion (Sandy but beefed up into a wolf) would help him interact with the world, or at least keep him out of trouble.

Therion ➡ Erik

The Thief

Like the muck wiped off someone’s shoe, Erik’s not much wanted in most places, but luckily not thought about, either, which helps when he’s stealing coin purses. After a heist goes wrong, he’s tasked with retrieving priceless heirlooms to get back something important.

Does Derk fit well as replacement for Therion’s best buddy? (Sure?)

Therion was apparently well-known despite no one knowing what he looked like. Maybe I can make the opposite work for Erik.

The whole thing with Therion was getting a silver band off his wrist but I still like Erik’s canon plot more, so I’d find a way to shove that in.

Tressa ➡ Gemma

The Merchant

An ambitious and overly friendly adventure wannabe, Gemma uses an anonymous journal as her guide to the wonderful — and perilous — world beneath her feet.

Original plot for Tressa tracks fine, although wouldn’t it be cool if Gemma’s journal were written by Sudo Nim??

Old Dragon Quest had merchant classes, too. Wonder if there’s anything in those mechanics I could add to this fic.

Gemma and El hit it off right away and converse excitedly about everything from cuisine to cute boys. Though… no one tells Erik, who thinks they’re crushing on each other. (love triangle that really isn’t, haha!)

Cyrus ➡ Rab

The Scholar

Newly retired and looking for a new purpose in life, Rab decides to answer a decade-old mystery. While scholarly work has always been a hobby for him, he’s prepared to get to the bottom of this puzzle and hone his analytical skills in the process.

Definitely NOT following Cyrus’s plotline here

I could still have fired Rab (similar to Cyrus) and claimed workplace discrimination, but I like my alternative: “Rab was the head of a royal estate but got bored and ‘quit,’ putting someone else in charge so he could go fart off elsewhere.”

Is Rab related to El in this??? He could be. (Sercretly.)

Alfyn ➡ Sylvia

The Performer

A talented performer with an elusive path, Sylvia has called many places home. Following in the path of a traveler who once changed her life, she sets out to bring smiles to people’s faces and avoid the roots of a past that refuses to leave her alone.

Alfyn was last on the list when I was doing matching so sorry Sylv that you got matched with this backstory. But I can adjust it to make it work

Sylvia and Alfyn both have the goal of cheering up sick kids and ya know I think Sylv could learn some healing stuff along the way! She’s much more than just a pretty face, you know.

Someone from Sylvia’s path definitely shows up again and that will be trouble for her

Primrose ➡ Jade

The Dancer

Jade’s patience and sharp mind have sustained her through years of hard living, although it is all worth it when she finds her chance to exact revenge upon those who killed her father.

— Pretty straightforward, can take a lot from Octopath’s plot for this one.

— Hard decision of whether to somehow incorporate this into Hendrik’s storyline or make Jade’s father and the king Hendrik serves two completely different people

Olberic ➡ Hendrik

The Warrior

An erstwhile knight of a fallen kingdom, Hendrik melts into life in a quiet mountain village until word comes of a former comrade who’d turned traitor and killed their liege.

Jasper is the traitor, obviously!

As for their slain liege… can it really be Carnelian again when that’s Jade’s storyline? Like a plot twist that they were both following the same guy this whole time? Probably not. Probably needs to be someone different. Or Carny can just be twice as dead.

Ophilia ➡ Serenica (Serena and Veronica)

The Cleric

A level-headed cleric, Serenica serves the faith alongside her adoptive family. She takes up the torch to fulfil a traditional pilgrimage to rekindle light across the realm.

This one is complicated and I’m not sure how I’m going to do it yet

I wanted Veronica and Serena to both inhabit the same body and considered them having Dissociative Identity Disorder. I am very not sure about this. If I do it that way, I’d want to do it properly, with a sensitivity reader, research, etc. Because being respectful is Cool.

(P.s. There was fanart but someone (me) misplaced the art and never took photos of it???)

#Crossover Week #my fic ideas #my writing #Octopath Traveler #dqxi #deaf character #dissociative identity disorder #trans character #character with DID #why am i nervous hahah...

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The struggle of Loving You - Chapter 20

Chapter Selection

Aaron was the first to wake up, he cradled me while I slept. Curled up between his legs, my head resting on his chest. He let me sleep in, rubbing my back. Mind wandering to now an important conversation that he was avoiding.

Not being that serious to me, Aaron wanted to know my boundaries. How comfortable I was with anything revolving around sex because I safe worded him. Which he was feeling guilty about; the last thing he wanted to do was make me feel uncomfortable.

Aaron didn't mind not being as rough if I didn't want to be. It was just a conversation that needed to be had.

I stirred in my sleep, now completely on Aaron. It brought a smile to his face. Wanted to get up and go to the kitchen, me being on him didn't allow that. He rolled over, me laying underneath him.

Fluttering my eyes open, I saw Aaron above me. I wasn't mad at it, having a nice view of what was mine. "Morning", my hand slid down his jaw. He hummed in response and stood up, before he could leave I grabbed his hand, "Where you going."

"Kitchen", he looked back at me and tugged on my hand. I got on my knees and made my way over to him. "What do you want for breakfast?", Aaron asked as we walked to out of the bedroom. He turned on the pot and we waited.

"Ham, egg, and cheese", getting out the ingredients, I pulled the stool over to the island.

"I wanted to talk to you actually", I turned my attention over to him. He was leaning against the counter with his hands in his pockets. I waited for him to start.

"Obviously... I don't want you to feel uncomfortable. I'm not mad you safe worded last night, I just want to know your limits-- what you're willing to try and things that are a hard no." I understood how he was feeling in a sense. Not wanting me to feel unsafe or too cautious.

I sat there thinking, Aaron was watching intently. "You know what nev--", I cut him off.

"No it's good that you wanna know. I uh-- I definitely have things that are a hard no, like anything revolving around... you know." Not wanting to say It, I gestured instead. He was confused for a second but soon realized I meant Anal and he nodded. "Good, I don't do that either."

I brought my hand to the back of my neck. The conversation needed to had but It was too awkward at the moment. "Can we continue this later, It's just.. ya know." Aaron laughed nervously and flipped my sandwich. "You're right."

His phone went off and I looked at the screen. "It's your team, they want to know if you're okay with drinks at 8."

"Yeah that's fine", I texted them back and set the phone down. Aaron handed me the sandwich and made himself one. We were talking when there was a knock at the door. "I got it", I said getting up from my seat. I answered and Jack was standing with his aunt. "Jack bud... you okay."

Jessica answered for him, "He's been sick all night, said he wanted to come back home." I nodded and walked him inside. "Aaron can I speak with you for a moment?" I took Jack to his bedroom, getting him settled back in and Aaron went to the door. "What?"

"Aaron... is that who I think it is." Jessica met me once before when her and Hayley came home one day. She knew I used to work for them.

"Look I don't nee—"

"I'm not judging... Hayley made some— decisions and things ended. You're allowed to be happy with another person. I just wanna know, were you guys together when you were married?" Aaron was a little taken back that she thought that.

"Never", Jessica nodded saying her goodbyes and left. I knew they were finished when I heard the door shut, I went back out to the living room. He sat on the couch and put his legs up, he sighed. "How is he?"

"He threw up in the bathroom and a few times last night." I joined him, sitting on the opposite ends. My curious ass just wanted to know what Jessica and Aaron were talking about. I didn't want to cross any lines that I shouldn't have but maybe he wouldn't mind.

"Can I ask what she wanted?"

He cocked his head to the side, facing me. "She approves... of you." That took a bit of weight off my shoulders, I didn't need the extra judgement from anyone. Already worried about how his coworkers would react if they found out their bosses girlfriend was almost 15 years younger.

"Is he sleeping?"

"Yeah, he was drained. Not running a fever but— I feel for him." He reached out and hand, I put my hand in his and he pulled me over. I giggled collapsing on his chest and I gazed up at him. Craning his neck down he pecked my lips and turned on the tv.

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I felt poking at my arm. I tried to swat whatever it was away, not wanting to open my eyes. I was laying on top of Aaron, we had fallen asleep on the couch. Aaron was still sleeping, feeling his steady breathing and soft snores.

"Y/n", I heard the small voice next to me. I knew who it was, I opened my eyes. "What is it?", fully looking at the boy in front of me, he honestly looked like shit. His skin was paler than normal and his nose was red. Having slight bags under his eyes, guess the sleep wasn't as restful. "I still don't feel good", he holding his stomach.

I sighed out, getting up from my very comfortable spot on the couch. I stood up and held his hand bringing him into the kitchen. "Stay here okay", he sat on the stool and waiting for me to come back.

As I went into he bathroom I thought how familiar this was. I used to take care of Jack all the time I almost forgot how much I used to feel like his mother. Always making sure he ate, slept, and just taken care of when he wasn't feeling well.

I reached inside the cabinet, grabbing the thermometer. Because of the change in his appearance and the fact he wasn't getting better, I though it was best to make sure he didn't have a fever. Walking back into the he kitchen, he sat still with his head resting on the cool counter.

"Did you drink or eat anything recently", he shook his head and I checked his temperature.

It finished, "Bud." I felt terrible, he was running a fever of 101. I knew those were never fun, but I also knew it was best to let it run it's course unless it got too high. "You hungry, want some soup?"

"Yes please", going through the pantry I found some ramen, I knew damn well it always helped me. Getting him a glass of water, I sat down across from him. I finally had the chance to look at the clock, it was 9pm.

I squinted looking around after seeing the bright light. "You're not going to school tomorrow okay. Don't worry if your dad has a problem with it."

I crackled a small smile and it made him giggle. The deep voice from behind him made us look around.

"Have a problem with what?" Aaron came in from the living room and walked next to me. "He has a fever of 101. Told him he's not going to school."

He raised his eyebrows taking a seat. "Not wrong about that."

"Weren't you going out."

"I don't know if I wanna go", I nudged his side. "Go... it's a lot better than being stuck here. I got Jack... it's fine." He wasn't going to win. I knew it was important to him to get some personal time. He needed space, being stressed about not being at work was getting to him. But it would end end soon, I graduate in a few more months.

"Okay", he said quietly. Aaron kissed my forehead and stood going to get ready.

Aaron POV

Getting up I went into the bedroom and took a quick shower. Forgetting to take one this morning because of the nap Y/n and I took. Throwing on a polo and jeans I went back out. "I'll be back."

"Bye", I shut the door behind me and walked to my car. My phone started ringing, "Aaron, are you coming out." Rossi was on the other end. I usually never really went to get drinks with them but.

When I did I was never this late, "Yeah I'm on my way out." Talking for a few more minutes I ended the call when I arrived in the parking lot of the restaurant. Making my way to the table, they already got me a beer.

"Look who finally made it after...", Morgan looked at Reid. "An hour and 27 minutes." I slightly grinned taking a seat next to Emily. "You look like hell."

"I just woke up but yeah.. thanks." She leaned into my side laughing, "I'm just messing with you." They had already ordered and finished up, now just waiting on me. Eating my burger they were trying to pry their way into my life, nit picking on everything different.

It was nice to be with them. People think my job is stressful but in a way it therapeutic. The satisfaction of closing a case was more fulfilling than grading papers. I missed my job, being there and catching the killer. Just a few more months.

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clockwork-fayz · 3 years

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The Most Perfect Proposal Chapter 2:

I am so sorry I took forever to write this

Chapter One AO3

“Matteo? What are you doing here?” Gastón asked, “Are you finally going to ask Luna to marry you after all these years?!?”

“I could ask you the same questions,” Matteo replied to his friend. “Are you ring shopping?”

“ Sí , I decided I cannot wait any longer.”

Matteo grinned, reaching out to embrace Gastón . “Congratulations hermano, do you have any idea what kind of ring you are going to get Nina?”

Gastón shook his head. “No clue. There are so many!”

Matteo nodded. “I feel the same. I can’t find one that screams Luna!”

The boys peered into the case, frowning at the selection when they heard a familiar voice behind them.

“Well, funny running into you two here!”

They turned to see Simon walking towards them, a huge grin on his face.

“Hola Simón , don’t tell me you are planning to propose to Ámbar as well?”

Simón lit up. “ Sí , how did you know? What are you picking out rings?”

“ Sí ,” Matteo laughed, “It seems like we all have the same idea.”

“This is so exciting! Congratulations!” Simón said, giving them hugs. “Do you know how you are going to ask them?”

Gastón shook his head. “I want it to be very meaningful but I don’t know how yet. It needs to be perfect.”

“Agreed,” Matteo said, “But I have to go all out. Luna wouldn’t expect any less from me.”

“Maybe we could help each other out,” Simón said, “With the three of us working together, we are sure to pull off some epic proposals.”

Matteo and Gastón liked the idea. The task ahead of them was daunting: they only had one shot to get this perfect.

“How about we meet at the Jam and Roller tomorrow and we can discuss ideas,” Gastón suggested. Simón shook his head.

“ Ámbar will find out. It has to be a total surprise. Let’s meet at Casa de Java. I don’t think anyone we know will see us there.”

It was agreed upon and the next day they met at the coffee shop that was thankfully almost empty.

“I’ve wanted to marry Luna for years now,” Matteo told them the next day, “but we always seemed on the road and busy. But now that we’ve settled into Buenos Aires for a little bit, I feel like the timing is right.”

“ Sí ,” Simón agreed, “Now just seems right. We have a nice place, we both have good jobs, and the other day I was wondering what else could you be waiting for Simón ? You have loved this girl from day one!”

“I realized that I cannot let Nina go again,” Gastón piped up, “She is my everything and I want to make it official.”

“But neither of you have the ring yet?” Simón asked, pointing at the other two. Both guys shook their heads.

“I’ve looked everywhere,” Matteo complained, “But I need something that screams Luna. I am even considering going custom made.”

Simón agreed. “Luna is going to want something unique for sure. Ámbar though? I have no idea where to start. We have talked about it a couple of times and she always says that no matter what ring I get her, she will be happy but I want to get her something she will love. Something that will sparkle on her finger too, to warn off any hombres looking at her.”

“That is a good plan,” Gastón said, “I am going to get Nina something the exact opposite. Something simple that doesn’t draw attention but if you were to notice it you would think: That is one beautiful ring! My only problem is that I need to find out what ring size she is and I don’t know how.”

The other two froze as realization dawned on their faces. Gastón laughed. “You do want the ring to fit right?”

Matteo fumbled with his words. “ Sí , Sí . I was going to check on that. Luna has a hundred rings, I should be able to find out the size easily….it says on rings what size they are, sí ?”

Simón chuckled. “Most don’t hermano, we are going to have to be more creative.”

“I’ll google it,” Gastón said, pulling out his phone.

“I am glad you said something, Gastón ,” Simón said, “I would have found the perfect ring and then not known what size to order.”

“Denada, now we could use floss to measure their finger-”

“Que?” Matteo exclaimed, “Imagine trying to do that without explanation.”

“Luna wakes up and you have wrapped around her finger,” Simón grinned.

“You say ‘Perdon, Ámbar ? Can you stick out your finger for una secunda,” Matteo joked back.

“Or,” Gastón interjected. “We can steal a ring they already have and measure it with a ruler.”

“Sounds much easier,” laughed Matteo. “Let’s go with that one! By next week we should know the girls’ ring sizes and hopefully have a ring. Be looking out for one that screams Luna, ok?”

The three parted ways, making plans to meet again at the coffee shop the following week with updated news.

…..

“Matteo? Have you seen my silver infinity ring?”

Matteo cursed silently. Out of all the rings that she had, she wanted to wear the one that he had snuck out of her jewelry box this morning and into his pocket. He was going to have to measure it right now and get it back or else she was going to think she lost it and then get frustrated with herself like she always did when she was forgetful.

“No,” Matteo shouted back, “Have you checked the bedroom?” He silently tried to think where they would keep a ruler in this place.

“ Sí , that’s where I am doofus! I could have sworn it was in this jewelry box yesterday!”

“I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. When is the last time you wore it?”

Matteo scrambled around the kitchen, but couldn’t find a ruler.

“I think it was when we went to the new rollerskate line launch,” Luna said, walking out of the bedroom. She paused. “What are you doing?”

Matteo froze from where he was digging in their junk drawer. ��Looking for your ring, what else?”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “I know I put things in weird spots, but I don’t think it would be in there.

Matteo raised his hands defensively, “Hey you never know, I once found your cell phone in the refrigerator.”

“That’s because I was putting away the take out-ugh! Nevermind, I can’t believe that I lost it!”

Matteo went over and put his hand on her shoulders. “I am sure it’s somewhere in this apartment. You go check the bathroom, I’ll check the sofa.”

Luna pouted and turned around to head back towards the bathroom. As soon as she was out of sight, Matteo darted back into the kitchen. He got out a sticky note and a pen, tracing the inside of the ring before shoving the sticky note in his pocket.

“Here it is mi amor!” he shouted, heading towards the bathroom, holding the “missing” ring up. Luna came out and sighed as she took it from him.

“Gracias Matteo, it was in the sofa?”

“Under it, must have fell.”

Luna slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her boyfriend on the cheek, turning back to the bedroom to finish getting ready. Matteo’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

It was a text from Gastón saying that Matteo needed to come to a store across town as soon as he could. Matteo waited until Luna left for work before leaving as well to meet Gastón .

“They have a lot of unique rings here,” Gastón said when Matteo walked into the store, “I am sure that you will find one for Luna.”

It didn’t take long to see that Gastón was right. Matteo shoved the sticky note at the sales clerk.

“I like that ring. Will it fit this sized finger?”

….

It was much easier for Simón to get Ambar’s ring size, but it was much harder to find a ring that he liked for her. There were many pretty rings, but nothing seemed to be perfect for her. He wanted something that was not too complex, but also fit Ambar’s personality. She was a fashion icon in the world, and she needed a ring on her finger to match.

It came to him one night that he was not going to find a ring that he liked anywhere in Buenos Aires. Probably not anywhere in Argentina. So he did the only thing he could do.

He videochatted his cousin as his cousin went through the fanciest jewelry store in Cancun.

“Oooh, this one is gorgeous!” his cousin gushed, “I think that a Kardashian had one just like this!”

“ Ámbar is not like a Kardashion! Also I am not made of money, Isa.”

His cousin brought him around, having the jeweler pull out a couple so Isa could hold them close to the camera. Finally, something sparkled in the camera and Simon immediately said, “What is that one? In the corner?”

It was elegant. It was beautiful. And it was very sparkly.

“Perfecto! I love it so much!”

“Love what?”

Simón had not heard Ámbar enter the front door. She sat down her bags and went to walk over to where Simón was sitting. On the screen his cousin quickly turned the camera on her and stood in a place where you could not tell where she was.

“ Ámbar , you are home so early! I am talking with mi prima, Isa.”

Ámbar sat on the couch next to Simon. “Hola Isa, como estas?”

“Bien Ámbar , hope you are well. I was just showing Simón …..my outfit! I am going to an interview and wanted to know if it looked okay.”

“ Sí , and I said it looked great,” Simón interjected, “I loved it for an interview…”

“Oh Isa, you know you can always ask me for advice on fashion,” Ámbar said, “you know that Simon only wears the same three t-shirts.”

Isa gave a nervous smile. “Sí Ámbar, pero...I thought you might be busy! So I called Simón- oh no. It looks like my phone is dying by guys. Love you!”

The call ended and Ámbar looked up confused. “I didn’t even get to see her outfit. What is she interviewing for? I thought she was going to University.”

Simón searched for a plausible answer. “She was interviewing for….a part time job to pay for school...as a secretary! But she doesn’t even know if she really wants it.”

“I see,” Ámbar said slowly, but decided to drop it. “Monica messaged and said that they are making a big dinner tonight. Shall we go?”

“ Sí , let’s do that,” Simón replied, relieved that they were moving on from the topic. He quickly typed out on his phone “That’s the one, have it shipped to me as soon as they can!””.

….

Gastón hated keeping things from Nina. He was also terrible at keeping things from Nina. Which is why he changed the hiding spot of the ring he had gotten her at least a dozen times.

It took him the least amount of time to find a ring out of the three guys. He knew exactly what he was looking for when he walked into the jewelers and with help of the sales assistant he was able to pick out the perfect ring in a matter of a couple of hours.

Currently it was sitting in the large slow cooker in the cupboard that Nina had never touched in all the time that they had been living together.

Of course now was the day that she decided it needed to be used.

“ Gastón , will you help me get down the slow cooker?” Nina shouted from where she was standing looking up at it.

A look of panic crossed Gastón’s face from where he was watching a show on his phone. He tried to keep his cool.

“What do you need the slow cooker for?” he asked, walking over to her.

“Luna asked to use it, she is going to try to make some authentic Mexicana dishes!”

Gastón had to think quickly. “Can she use her mom’s? I don’t think our slow cooker even works. When did you even get this?”

Nina shrugged. “Someone gave it to me as a present once I think. Let’s see if it works. Could you reach it for me, por favor?”

Gastón’s palms were sweaty. He reached to grab it, but then stopped, acting as if he just realized something.

“Oh right, Nina. Could you go get the mail for me? I am waiting on a...letter from my tia in England.”

Nina looked at him, suspicious. “Okay...right now?”

Gastón kissed her on the cheek. “ Sí , I am looking forward to receiving it.”

Nina backed away slowly, watching Gastón as she headed towards the door. His smile was plastered on his face as he slowly reached up for the slow cooker.

“Gracias mi amor,” he said as she finally opened the door to leave. He waited a few beats after she left to make sure that she really was going down to the mail before quickly pulling down the slow cooker, grabbing the box with the ring in it and shoving it inside the flour canister. Then he plugged in the slow cooker to see the light turn on red. The front door opened and Nina held a few envelopes.

“Here it is,” she said, handing it to Gastón . Gastón’s eyes grew wide, not expecting to actually have a letter from his Tia. She gave a nervous laugh.

“ Gastón , are you okay? You are acting strangely.”

Gastón relaxed his muscles and kissed Nina quickly. “Everything is great. Look, it does work. Let’s bring it over to Luna and Matteo’s now.”

Later that night, when Nina was in the shower, Gastón took it out of the flour canister and dusted it off. The ring inside was still clean. He hid it in it’s final hiding spot, in his luggage at the top of the closet, where at least once a day Gastón would take it down so he could look at it.

….

Two weeks later the guys met up to set up the plans for each proposal. Dates were set, lists were made, budgets were constructed that were sure to be broken and confidants were called upon to help where needed.

On the first weekend they were going to set up Simón’s romantic and intimate proposal that was sure to knock Ámbar off her feet.

A few weeks later would be Matteo’s elaborate and spectacular proposal that would take a lot of planning and choreography.

Finally, Gastón’s special gathering of their closest friends was to happen last , on the holiday weekend when everyone would gather at the Mansion for a party.

It was going to take effort from all three of them to pull this off, but each of them had never been more sure of anything in their lives.

#soy Luna #lutteo #simbar #gastina

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Lunatic Parade Kanato Sakamaki – (Chapter 2)

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Final]

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Place: Glimmer Street, Main street / グリンマーストリース表通り

Kanato: Hey Yui san, how's your condition?

Yui: Yes, I’m completely fine.

At that time, sorry for making you worried.

Kanato: No...now I understand the reason you collapsed for.

Yui: Eh, really?

Kanato: Yeah, I borrowed the phone from the hotel and confirmed it with Reiji.

Looks like the kleinod which is replacing your heart is alive.

Yui: Alive!? What does it mean…

Kanato: That’s…

Monologue ー

Surprising enough, but Kanato kun has explained politely the things that he heard from Reiji San.

Since the kleinod is alive, there are possibilities that I’ll get sick just like I collapsed a while ago.

This gem is said to be a yellow-stone which was collected from the crater of the Smaragd Volcano and that stone was able to summon extraordinary dead bodies. (右側)

When he asked the name of that jewel, he said it’s called “kleinod.”

Kanato kun was not surprised like me even though he explained these.

Because he has been living a long life in the demon world….

End of Monologue

Yui: (Really, there’re so many things to happen in the Demon World…)

Kanato: Why are you spacing out? I’ll leave you behind.

Yui: ーKh! Ah, I’m sorry!

*They starts walking*

Yui: But, Kanato kun...where will we go?

(I was the one who said to search Butler san but…)

(It will be difficult to search around in this random city)

Kanato: Anyway, I am thinking of asking the people of this city.

Yui: To the people…?

Kanato: You will get it if you just follow me. We are get going.

Place: Glimmer Street , Aizen Alley / グリンマーストリースアイゼン横丁

Yui: This is…

Kanato: Aizen alley. In the end street of this corner road, there is a convenient shop out there.

See, there’s a signboard hanging there.

Yui: Sign board...ah

(Reine • Do • Aji General Store…? I think I’ve heard the same name before…)

Kanato: The owner of this store is the younger sister of Reine • Do • Saba, from the city of Carnival.

Yui: Eh, I see!

(That’s why it sounded so familiar…)

Kanato: She is supposed to know the location of Butler. At any rate, she works in a general store after all.

Yui: (I don’t know what kind of person she is. It will be good if she simply tell us his location…)

Place: レーヌ•ド•アジの店 / Reine • Do • Aji Store

Yui: Sorry for interrupting…

(Somehow, the atmosphere of this shop is suspicious…)

Kanato: You stay here. I will go and search Aji.

Yui: Eh...Kanato kun!?

Yui: (He’s gone…)

(What should I do…? Since it’s a long wait then let’s look around the goods)

(But, Kanato kun said to stay here…)

Selection ー

1) Look around the goods inside/ 店内見て回る

2) quiet and wait / 大人しく待っている (+correct)

Yui: (As he said, I should be waiting here quietly.)

(Above that, I can’t cause any trouble for him.)

(And also there are nothing but strange products out here, I better not walk around.)

Ah, this small bottle…

(The sound of just now was from this bottle? There are sands inside which are sparkling...so pretty!)

(Is it okay if I see it by holding? But...ー)

???: ーYou. Is there something in my shop?

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Kyaa!? I- I am sorry…!

(This woman suddenly comes in front of me by flying!?)

*Kanato comes by running*

Kanato: ーYui san!? Did anything happen!?

Yui: Ka- kanato kun…

Kanato: Hm? You are…

???: Oh my, oh my. You’re the young boy from Lord Karl heinz’s place huh.

Kanato: Stop calling me that...Aji.

Yui: Eh, this person is…!?

Reine • Do • Aji : Kukuh...yes young girl, I am Reine • Do • Aji.

Reine • Do • Aji : Then? Why did you come to this place?

This cute lil’ girl and young boy has stopped by this shop huh…

Kanato: We are trying to find the butler of Earl Walter.

Don’t you have any information about this regard?

Reine • Do • Aji : Then...what happened actually?

Kanato: ...kh. Don’t you try to deceive me…!

Yui: Umm...we’re begging you. We have to meet the butler san by any means.

Reine • Do • Aji : Well, it depends on you whether you’ll get the information or not...Hahaha…

(She’s forwarding her hand...what’s she planning…)

Kanato: You won’t tell me until we give you something equivalent...you mean?

Reine • Do • Aji : Kukuh...Young boys who understand people are a great help, y’know?

Kanato: ...What the heck do you want?

Reine • Do • Aji : Let’s see….shall I tell you to bring the forbidden apple pie.

Yui: Forbidden apple pie…?

Reine • Do • Aji : There’s a line for the limited restrict of the parade at the Diamante fountain.

I also want to have a bite…

Kanato: ….What, that’s it? I’ll show you by getting that immediately.

If we bring it, then you’re gonna tell us his location, right?

Reine • Do • Aji : ...Kuku…

Yui: Umm...that’s…

(Why did she suddenly giggle?)

Kanato: Let us go. Any further conversation is useless.

Yui: Y- yes…

Reine • Do • Aji : ...kuku…

Let’s see, what is gonna happen next…

Place: Glimmer Street, Main street / グリンマーストリース表通り

Yui: Neh, Kanato kun. Diamante Fountain is right ahead, no?

Kanato: According to the map, yes.

Yui: Look, the people who are walking on this road…

Kanato: Yeah, they seem to go to the same place.

Vampire Woman C: Hey, run faster! Or we are gonna miss the apple pie!

Vampire Man D: It’s useless right? There are so many people!

*Screen shakes*

Yui: ーKyaa!?

(Th- these people are….)

Yui: Could it be that they all want to get the apple pies…!?

Kanato: There is a high possibility. We should hurry too.

*They run*

Place: ディアマンテの泉 / Diamante Fountain

Kanato: ーKh, what’s up with this crowd….!

Yui: (This is the line for the apple pie…!?)

Vampire Man D: Uwaa...seriously, there’re so many people.

Vampire Woman: Very obvious. Because this apple pie was made of forbidden apples!

We failed because you ran really slow.

Vampire Man D: This - Is - Why- ! I am apologizing that it was my bad, right!?

Vampire Woman C: Enough! It’s now absolutely impossible because only 10 people can get it.

Aahh. If it’s so then let’s give up by buying a random cake…

Kanato: Kh….

Yui: (Apple pie made of forbidden apple...that’s even left only for 10 people…)

(Even if we line up in these number of people, we can’t get it)

Kanato kun...what now?

Kanato: Why...will we have to give up….

Yui: ...Y-yes...we have to…

(We returned to the previous state again...what should we do?)

*After a while*

Fades to CG

Yui: Neh, Kanato kun. This smoothie is very tasty you know?

Kanato: Gh��.

Yui: (He is not saying anything…)

(The forbidden apple pie...he didn’t get that so he was really shocked…)

Kanato: Looks like you are having a calming expression.

Yui: Eh…?

Kanato: Because that’s right?

If we don’t get that, we won’t be able to get back your heart…

Yui: ….Y-yes….you are right but…

Kanato: If it happens then….I have to use the power of my father.

Yui: W- we can’t…!

Kanato: Why?

Yui: Because….it’s very awful.

Kanato: …...I don’t get it.

If we don’t use any unfair technique, then we won’t be able to get what we want.

Yui: I agree with you too.

But I’ll hate it if people get sad if we do that…

...It’s fine. I’m sure we’ll find butler san. So, let’s find another way?

Kanato: ………

You are really foolish.

Yui: ….may be?

Kanato: But I don’t hate the way you just thought.

Yui: Kanato kun…

Kanato: ...For some reason, I felt thirsty while talking.

I want to, so I’ll have the drink that you are having.

Yui: Y- yes...thank you!

Kanato: ….mn...Ah...really…

Just as you said, this smoothie is super tasty.

Yui: Fufu, I am glad you liked it…!

(We didn’t get the apple pie but…)

(If it’s Kanato kun, then I’m sure we will find Butler san…!)

Kanato:...Nevertheless there are still noisy children here. I am having an important conversation with you….

Yui: You can’t blame them.

Kanato: They are playing a tag game. How child type game….

Boy child: Ooi, here here!

Hey, I said here! ーUwaa!?

*Screen shakes*

Yui: Kyaa!?

*The smoothie falls*

Yui: (Ah! The smoothie got spread in my dress…!?)

Boy Children: Ah, I...I am…

Kanato: You, is there anything you want to say? Look carefully. Because of you, her dress gets dirty.

Yui: K- Kanato kun…! You don’t have to say this harshly….

Kanato: It’s okay. If he’s done something bad, then he should obviously apologize.

Yui: B- but…

Kanato: Hey, you there. Apologize to her properly.

Boy child: ...U….uuh….Uwaaaah!! *earsore sobbing*

Kanato: ...kh, you…!

Yui: (Kanato kun is getting mad...I have to make him stop crying)

Boy Child: ...Uwaaaah….gh…

Yui: U-uh you know...I am really fine with it.

If I just wipe it with a handkerchief then it will get cleaned...Don’t worry at all.

So, don’t cry? Okay?

Boy Child: Uh…

Great, you stopped crying. See? Big sis not being angry, right?

Boy Child: Haa...uh...yes…

Kanato: …...Finally stopped crying huh.

Yui: Ka- kanato kun! You can say something like this.

...Ah, don’t worry ‘cuz it’s fine. This big brother is also not mad or something.

Boy Child: …...Yes, I understandーkh...Bu- but….

Yui: Hm? What is it?

Boy Child: ...Big sis, and also big brother...I am sorry!

*Runs*

Yui: Ah, wait…!

(He’s gone…)

….Um, sorry for troubles, Kanato kun. I can wipe my dress by my own so….

Kanato: ...Misfortunes are coming one after another.

Yui: Eh…?

Kanato: We didn’t get the apple pie, and also your dress got spread with the drink by colliding with the child...

It is said that there will be 3 misfortunes in a row, no? So, we have to face one more.

Yui: No, I hate it…

Kanato: ...We have to watch out so that it won’t happen.

Yui: Yes, that’s right…

Kanato: Well, it’s useless to get worried. Before starting anything, let’s do something about your dress.

Yui: kh...Ah, yes.

Kanato: Come on and lend me the handkerchief. I will wipe it for you.

Yui: Eh, but…

Kanato: Just say still. When you were cleaning, the spots seemed to get spread even more.

Yui: Thank you….then please.

*After they’re done*

Kanato: ….What will we do next then?

Yui: Um...I have no idea…

Kanato: In the first place, why did Earl take away your heart?

If he just simply wants your heart, then just stealing would be enough.

But he even buried the kleinod inside you...Does it have other meaning then?

Yui: ….Certainly yes. Then why would Earl Walter keep me alive…

(If he is about to kill me with having an unknown heart inside then it gets creepy)

(......kh! Let’s not think about it for now…)

*Footsteps*

???: Hey, you guys.

Kanato: What…?

Yui: (Who is this man...Ah...the boy who’s hiding behind his back is…!)

Man: When I heard that my son had spread the drink in your dress, I couldn’t help it…

I am sorry then he had caused trouble…

Boy child: Big sis...I am really sorry for the earlier…

Yui: Such...Don’t even apologize please. Look, the spot of my dress is completely gone...don’t worry about it.

Right, Kanato kun?

Kanato: Eh? Well….

Man: …...kh, what a generous person…!

Forgiving unknown people easily by having a smiley face, I can’t relate!

You are one of the beautiful vampires of such a rare mind in these recent years…!

Yui: Eh, vampire!?

(These people are...misunderstanding me!?)

Man: This is for my apology. I want you to receive it by any means.

Yui: Su- such! We can’t accept it…

Man: Here, take it, take it!

Yui: Eh, oh...thank you so much…

Man: Don’t thank us. We are the ones to cause problems.

Boy child: Big sis and bro. See you later!

*Walk away*

Yui: (They went…)

Kanato: Hey, this box...is so small but what’s inside?

Yui: Um...what can it be?

Kanato: Let’s open it. Give me the box.

*Kanato takes the box*

Yui: Eh, Kanato kun…!

*Opens it*

Yui: (Ah...he just opened…)

Kanato: ….This is….

Yui: Eh...ah!

(It’s the forbidden apple pie that we were searching for!?)

Then...those two were the apple pie shopkeeper and his son…?

Kanato: Looks like so.

Yui: (Such a miracle we just see…)

Kanato: ...Wonderful.

I always thought that it’s useless to be kind to others…

However, it’s something worthwhile. I was able to realize it for the first time.

Yui: ……

(....But, is it really okay to easily receive such a valuable thing…)

Kanato: Yui san? Is there anything wrong…?

Yui: Kanato kun. As I thought, we should return it back to them.

Kanato: Ha….? What are you saying?

Because I...was being kind to that child in order to get something in return.

Also that shopkeeper thought that I am a vampire…

I bet if he would be aware that I am a human then he would give me such a special thing.

Kanato: Are you a idiot? We always have been searching for it.

Kanato: More importantly, it’s something he gave us so it’s okay to accept it.

Then why will we have to give it back!?

Yui: ….Kh, but...I can’t accept it….

I am going to his shop to return it! Kanato kun, you wait here ー

*Kanato Grabs Yui*

Yui: Kyaa!?

Kanato: ーYou can’t! I won’t allow it!!

Yui: Ah…!

Yui: (He snatched away the box of the apple pie!?)

*Kanato runs away*

Yui: kh! Kanato kun!

(What now, I have to chase after him!)

*Yui runs*

Place: Rubean Lake / ルビーン運河

Yui: (Kanato kun….he should be around here….)

(Find him…!)

Wait, Kanato kun!

Kanato: ーGh!

Yui: Where are you going by taking that !? We must have to return to them!

Kanato: SHUT UP! IT’S FOR YOUR SAKE!

Yui: (Ah! He’s getting on the Gondola…!)

Wait! Don’t go!!

*Tries to catch up*

Yui: ...kch, haah….

(I couldn’t chase after him...what should I do now…)

(I know he’s thinking for me but…)

(But, I can’t accept the forbidden apple pie by having a dark intention inside me….)

???: ーAh, big sis!

Yui: Eh!?

(Ah...this child is the son of…!)

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Big sis, are you here alone?

Yui: ...Yes, I am.

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Neh, the box we gave before, did you see what’s inside?

Yui: Ah...it was the forbidden apple pie right? But….

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Now way, did you already eat…?

Yui: N- no! Big brother took that away…

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: Eh? Big brother…?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...I see. What a relief.

Yui: Why…?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: You see...the truth’s that it was made with a secret process but it was forbidden poisonous apple pie.

Yui: 一kch!?

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...My father said it.

If the big sister is really a nice person then she would come to give back that apple pie.

Only that kind of person has the right to eat the forbidden apple…

Yui: (So, that shop keeper tested me…?)

一 kh, Kanato kun…!

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...Big sis?

Yui: Sorry, I have to go.

(I have to chase after him really fast! I think he already reached around the Aji’s store for sure…!)

*She runs*

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: *shouts* Big sis!! That is poisonous but no one will die by eating that so please be relieved!

Hah….

*Footsteps*

The son of apple pie shopkeeper: ...is it fine now?

*Man changed the appearance/ Earl’s voice*

Mysterious Man: ...Yeah…

You really did well. Really thank you.

Kuku, I wonder, will they be able to get their important thing safely…?

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley / グリンマーストリースアイゼン横丁

Kanato: ...kch….

Kanato’s Monologue 一

I have been getting irritated after that.

I didn’t understand why she wanted to give it back.

Certainly, the forbidden apple I am holding now is for her righteous heart.

However, if I hand it over to Aji, then she will tell us the location of the Butler.

…….Then, I can accept it.

If we only do such things then we won’t be able to meet Butler even in the forever.

She is just a fool and kind person.

I wonder if her decisions are appropriate.

I can’t understand. It’s illogical to me.

End of Monologue

Kanato: (...Shall I stop? It’s useless to think something like this.)

(If I pass it to Aji, then she will tell us his location.)

(She told me that she hates it but it's for her sake anyway so…)

*Starts walking*

Place: レーヌ��ド•アジの店 / Reine • Do • Aji Store

Kanato: …...Aji. We bring it what we promised.

Reine • Do • Aji : Heeh….as expected from the young boy of Sakamaki. Really you got that huh.

And? I don’t see any appearance of that girl…

Kanato: …...It doesn’t matter right?

Reine • Do • Aji : Oh, I see. Since it’s special so you also wanna have a taste?

Kanato: Eh…?

Reine • Do • Aji : It was difficult to get it, right? Don’t you want to have a bite?

Kanato: …..gh….

(...Of course I want to. But I can’t split that.)

(Why is everything feeling a little gloomy?)

(Is that because it wasn’t my achievement? So, if I have a bite then I may feel guilty…)

(....Aah...I see. That’s right…)

(No I understand what did she mean)

(You wanted me to feel the same feelings like you huh…)

Reine • Do • Aji : What will you do? Young boy?

Kanato: ….No, I refuse.

Reine • Do • Aji : I see. Then, you’re gonna regret it….

Then, I’ll eat it all by myself...kukuh…

Aah…! This is the one I was searching for, you know!

Reine • Do • Aji : The perfect sourness and sweetness...I can get captive in it’s taste just by having a single bite…

Enough wait, I am gonna eat…

Kanato: ーWait. Tell me where the Butler is first.

Reine • Do • Aji : Hm? Who is he?

Kanato: ...Ha? What are you saying...You are breaking the promise!

Reine • Do • Aji : I don’t think I made such a promise.

Kanato: ...kch! Don’t mess around! It’s pathetic!

Reine • Do • Aji : If you are saying that far then show me the evidence. I am saying that I don't remember.

Kanato: HOW UNFAIR! You know that we don’t have any proof….!!!

Hurry up and say it! Where is the Butler!?

Reine • Do • Aji : It’s not my duty to say it. It’s the young boy’s fault to put concern about it.

Kanato: ….kch….

(...I am stupid. I come this far by ignoring her but, I am the one to get deceived….)

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley

Yui: ...hh….haah...haah...

(I have to...I have to get there on time….!)

Place: Reine • Do • Aji Store

Yui: ー kh, Kanato kun!

Kanato: Kh….!? Yui san….

Yui: (Ah…! The apple pie in Aji’s hands….!)

Wait! Don't eat that apple pie!!

Reine • Do • Aji : Oh my oh my, little girl. You also wanna eat?

But I can’t listen to that...I won’t get such a valuable thing the second time.

Yui: No! It’s not what I mean!

Anyway, don’t eat that plase!

Reine • Do • Aji : You are a noisy girl. I won’t hand it over to you….mn…*eats*

Yui: Ah!

*Yui grabs the apple pie*

Yui: Spit it right now! This is a poisonous apple pie!!

Kanato: Eh….!?

Reine • Do • Aji : ーkh!? Haah….!! *coughs* coughs*

*Spits it*

Yui: kh...Ha….what a relief. I made it in time…

Reine • Do • Aji : Uuh….*coughs* *coughs* Hey girl….what does it mean?

Yui: Umm...I am sorry!

The apple pie we got is poisonous.

Kanato: ….hh!? What does it mean?! We are deceived…?

Yui: ….When I heard everything from the boy...I couldn’t help but to hurry.

Reine • Do • Aji : Is that true?

You want to eat the apple pie so you are trying to cheat me right?

Yui: My words are true!

Reine • Do • Aji : …….

Yui: Won’t you trust me?

Reine • Do • Aji : Hah...anyway, your face doesn't seem like you are lying…

Yui: Sorry for making this situation like we’ve deceived you.

Reine • Do • Aji : ….No. It was my bad.

Yui: Eh?

Reine • Do • Aji : This young boy also told me….

Anything wouldn’t happen if I would tell the Butler’s location in the beginning.

Yui: Is that so….

Reine • Do • Aji : ...But, I didn’t imagine that this young girl would save me.

I am thankful a little.

Yui: No….

Reine • Do • Aji : The butler’s location is….perhaps in the mountain I guess…

Yui: Eh!?

Reine • Do • Aji : He has interests in medicinal herbs.

When Earl is gone, he often collects rare medical herbs around the mountain.

You can check out the Smaragd mountain. He will be there for sure.

Yui: Thank you so much…!

(That’s great! Now we are one step closer…!)

Kanato: …….

Yui: Let’s go, Kanato kun.

Kanato: ...You’re right.

Place: Glimmer Street, Aizen Alley

Kanato: ………

Yui: (When he is apart from me with such an expression, I feel no good.)

(I am not worried but, what can I do to transmit these feelings to him…)

Kanato: ….Neh, Yui san.

Yui: Yes, what?

Kanato: I think it didn’t come out bad.

Yui: Fufu, I know.

(His words are squishy and his expression doesn’t seem to be well…)

(Kanato kun is not obedient…)

Kanato: …

*Kanato gets closer*

Yui: Ah….*blushes*

(His hands are…!?)

Kanato: I don’t hate your simple and foolish side.

….May be the reason I am thinking it because it’s you.

Yui: ...Kanato kun…

Kanato: ...It’s weird. I am different from my usual self.

Probably I got moved by this stupid honesty.

Neh, do you hate this kind of me?

Yui: No, it’s not. I like any type of Kanato kun.

Kanato: ...fufu, I see. Then, it’s fine.

Let’s return to the hotel for resting before getting started for the smaragd volcano.

And also, I am worried for your kleinod.

Yui: ...Yes, thank you.

ー The End

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