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The Artist above and the Revolutionnary below - Part 3

Fandom : les Misérables

Modern!AU, Grantaire x Enjolras, 3501 words

Next part of the thrilling adventures of Grantaire with his downstairs guitar-playing neighbor ! Complete with foot-in-mouth disease.

Warning : some allusions to depression nothing really graphic, but still.

Contains some harsh opinions about protests ; that part has been written before the current events, and do not represent my views on the subject.

Beta-ed by the amazing @kujaku-myoo and read by the amazing-too @jesvisfarovche !

Also on AO3

When he opened his windows next afternoon, Grantaire was met with silence. Of course. He should have expected it. The rally was over, and Enjolras didn't need to practice guitar anymore. Good, now he could focus on his work without any disturbances, and finally finish his assignement. Nothing but peace and quiet, at last.

Of course, he couldn't fool anyone, him least of all. He perfectly knew that he was going to miss the music, due to the pretty blond that was the source of it. But what could he do He'd missed the opportunity to record his playing and use it as background music. He should get down, ask Enjolras to start playing again, maybe offer to teach him another song, They could sit on the balcony again, on those ricketty metal chairs that squeaked each time they moved, Enjolras' head so close to his, the blond curls tickling his cheeks....

Grantaire shook his head, trying to get rid of the pictures that kept flashing in front of his eyes. No, he was not going to step down for such a flimsy excuse, he was going to stay here, sitting on his stool, working of his painting, and nothing else. This was going to be a great day for his workload ! He could do it, he could totally do it !

He'd barely gave the first stroke of his paintbrush on the canvas when a voice rang out :

- R ? Are you.... are you there ?

It was Enjolras' voice, coming from the window.

- Are you there ? I can barely see your window open, so.... I think you're there ? Hello ?

Did he sound.... hopeful ? Impatient ? Grantaire really wanted to believe it. But he refrained his desire to run and throw himself at the window to see him faster. But defenestrating himself wouldn't really play in his plan of... what, in fact ? Sweeping Enjolras off his feet with his.... wit ? Presence ? Charm ? Something ? Or showing himself as the most stupid person in the whole building ?

Once assured he wasn't gonna flail or do a little victory dance, Grantaire leaned on the stony sill. To his greatest joy, Enjolras was looking at him, craning his neck upwards. And he was smiling.

Smiling.

At him.

Maybe he was dreaming. Maybe he was still sleeping and having the best dream ever. He discreetly pinched himself, and refrained from grimacing under the pain. Either he was dreaming the pain, or it wasn't a dream at all. It was real. It still had the same effect on him. And he needed to answer something.

- Oh, hello Angel. What's bringing you to my humble home today ?

Enjolras looked puzzled for a second.

- Your... oh yes.

- So what can I do for you ?

- Yesterday, you offered to discuss a few of my arguments with me. Do you still want to do it ?

- Right now ?

- If that's not a bother.

- I'm already on my way !

Grantaire didn't even spare a glance to his still very white canvas with absolutly no trace of work, just jumped in his shoes, and sprinted out.

Enjolras was waiting for him at the door, his cat held against his chest. He quickly let Grantaire in and closed behind him before letting go of the cat. The small beast trotted to Grantaire's feet, started sniffing at his shoes, then went to lie on the couch with obvious contentment.

- He seeems to like me, Grantaire remarked dryly.

- You're lucky. Usually, Jude isn't that welcoming.

Grantaire refrained to ask what he considered as "hostile".

- You called him Jude ? he asked instead.

- He likes the song.

Enjolras handed him a cup of coffee that Grantaire hadn't even seen him take. Maybe it was magic. Maybe he could materialize cups of coffee out of thin air. What a glorious super power. Grantaire took a sip to stop the enldess loop of his thoughts. And it was perfectly made, with just enough sugar, exactly like he liked. Enjolras had memorized how he drank his coffee, and he needed not to read too deeply into it.

- So, he asked, what did you need me for ?

- I have another rally...

- Another ?

- Of course, another. And another after that. We still have a lot to do.

- So you rally every week ?

- No. We have other activities, beside rallys, but those are the most effective to.... well, rally people to our causes.

- And what are they ? Beside maintening educational programs ?

- Stopping the systematic destruction of our labor laws, creating and upholding protection laws for all LGBT people, a distinctive diminution of racist, sexist, classist, homophobic and transphobic actions, at personnal and professionnal levels, and....

Grantaire nodded along, his eyes widening at each addition to the already long list. He was vaguely wondering if Enjolras had a deep secret, like an army of clones doing his bidding, or the ability to bend time and space, or travel back in time, or something. There was no way for a mere human to do all this and maintain a lovely appearance, or even a normal one. And still, he could bet there was no clone hiding in the bedroom. Enjolras was just that kind of person who flourished best when he took care of others.

- And what do you need my help with ? Grantaire asked when the list dwindled out.

- I'm planning a speech on the new retirement laws. But it needs to be perfect, and....

- I'm your man. Shoot.

Enjolras went to gather a handful of papers. Covered on both sides, in tiny script. Very, very tiny script. Grantaire rolled his eyes, trying not to show his distress. At least he got to stare at his vengeful angel while he walked back and forth, starting his speech.

After two minutes, though, the words started muddling in his mind. There was emphase in there, fire, intensity. It didn't make everything, of course, but it made for the arguments with conviction. Enjolras was the kind of person who could sway a crowd by the sheer strength of his passion, bring them to the point of rioting just by his words, his presence, his fervor. But fervor could onlt get you so far, and Grantaire could feel his concentration slip away from his grasp, slowly, slowly... until all he could do was stare at Enjolras' beautiful face. His hands were starting to itch, he needed a pencil, something....He spotted one half buried between the cushions, grabbed it and the nearest paper, and started scribbling.

- What are you doing ?

At the cold tone, Grantaire lifted his head. Enjolras was standing in front of him, hands on his hips. And frowning. Oh. Did he mess up, as usual ? Grantaire looked down at the half-formed drawing. Admitedly very nice, but he'd been totally zoning out, as he always did when drawing, and the past five minutes had been spent in a daze. Enjolras could have turned into the Victory of Samothrace or fly away by the window, he wouldn't have noticed. As he didn't notice that Enjolras has stopped talking, and was now glaring at him like he could set him on fire by the sheer force of his glare. Grantaire looked down, at the paper in his hands. It was quite good, he could tell, especially the eyes, and the curls on the forehead. Which didn't help at the moment.

- Did you even listen to a word of what I said ?

- You were talking about how unfair it was, that it's just a bandaid on a sucking chest wound and then....

- And then ? Enjolras repeated.

- And then.... something about statistics ? Maybe ?

- You haven't listened to a word I said.

Grantaire was half-tempted to deny it, but there would be no use. Enjolras had noticed, and he couldn't answer any question about his speech anyway. He just shrugged it off, trying to play it cool.

- What ? Enjolras asked.

- Your arguments aren't bad, but it's nothing I haven't heard yet.

- So I shouldn't bother, is that what you're thinking ?

- What makes you think they will listen, this time ?

Enjolras opened his mouth to answer, but Grantaire didn't stop.

- Because they won't, you know ? They absolutly don't care. They gave us a right to protest and a right to strike, but what good does it do ? Even when striking, there is still an obligation of minimal service, so the effect is lost. And the people you're bothering with the strike are not the people you want to reach.

- They can still join our cause, that's the goal ! Getting many people to our side !

- Do they ?

Enjolras glared at him, but didn't answer. Grantaire knew he should have stopped while he could still salvage something, but he couldn't, now that he'd started.

- They don't, he went on. They protest, and if the strike goes on too long, or if they start thinking you're impeding on their freedom of... going anywhere, or anything. They are okay with people striking as long as they aren't inconvenienced. But once it starts having an effect on them, their reaction is not to join in your crusade, it's to start complaining that you're ruining life, and to band against you, against your strike, your movement. And that's exactly what all those officials, all those who pass those laws, are counting on. Why do you think they always vote on them just before a holiday ? They know people will only care as far as allowed by their next trip, or their Christmas shopping frenzy, or...You get the jist. Then, when they are stuck because of you, they'll turn on you like rabid dogs, and they'll metaphorically tear you to shreds. In the eye of the public, you'll become the annoying pest, the one that spoils their projects, their holidays, the one who doesn't care about anything except their own goals. They'll brand you a selfish prick, they pretend you're the one curbing progress and the well-being of society, and in the end, things will go exactly as planned, but with the added bonus of people now being mad at you, and reacting negatively to anything you may do next. And you're back to square minus one.

Enjolras' frown had deepened as he spoke, and he looked angrier by the second. Grantaire already regretted his outburst ; his usual diatribe against strikes wasn't fit for all ears, and certainly not for someone he had just met, had a gigantic crush on, and was very, very passionate about world-changing. But it was too late ; taking all back wouldn't do any good. He would look like a liar. At best. At worst, someone who liked to agitate others for the sheer fun of it.

They stared silently at each other for an uncomfortably long time before Enjolras finally uncrossed his arms.

- I think you'd better go. I'll manage.

He picked up his cat and carried him to the balcony, craddled to his chest. There was nothing to add, so Grantaire just obeyed his wish, and let himself out without a word. The door closed with a soft noise that resounded all through his body like a gunshot. He managed to stay standing, and somehow, made his way to Eponine's door. His luck finally decided to kick in, because she was just going home when he arrived, saving him the trouble of knocking. She took one good look at his face, grabbed him by the sleeve and dragged him inside. He found himself laid down on the couch, wrapped in a gaudy plaid, with a cup of coffee in hand. Eponine didn't ask anything, and that was good, because he really didn't want to talk right now. All he wanted was to forget about everything for a while, and a Fear Factor marathon seemed to be the best option. Maybe tomorrow, all this would have disappeared. Just another bad dream swept under the rug. Tomorrow, it would be all right again.

~*~

It didn't. The next day hadn't changed a thing. It became obvious to Grantaire even before he got out of bed. Yesterday's events were weighing on him, hanging above his head like a sword of Damocles, crushing every thought, every hope he could have had about the situation. It was awful, it was Hell, everything sucked, life wasn't worth anything today. He'd spoilt everything by opening his big mouth, as he always did. Why couldn't he have just nodded and shut up while Enjolras talked ? It wasn't as he hadn't any experience in this, his studies had made him an expert. Instead, he had taken that relationship, the fragile bond between Enjolras and him, this tiny thread that only wanted to grow, and he had stepped on it, crushed it under the weight of his stupidity. Real smooth, Grantaire. Really. When was he going to learn, and stop wasting everything ? Never, it seemed. He was way better here, under his comforter where he couldn't act like an ass, an idiot or any combination of the two, probably for the rest of his life.

Two days went on like that, between the bed and the coffee maker, with a brief incursion to the tub for a warm bath where he just laid and stared at the ceiling. As he did when he was elsewhere in his flat. That's all he did during those two days, lie down and contemplate, mainly his errors, his failures and the dreadful stupidity that was sadly his. He hated being like that, it brought back memories of darker days not too long ago. He had thought those days being far away behind him, but it seemed that they always lurked near, ready to engulf him in the darkness at the slightest reason. He felt empty, and sad, and useless, and above all, stupid, unable to do anything good. Everything he touched, he wasted, in a way or another. Maybe he should stay there, and stop interacting with people ? Better for everyone, and better for him too. No contact meant no hope, and no way to dash those hopes. So he pulled the blankets over his head, ignored the furious blinking of his phone, and tried to forget about everything.

He could have stayed like this for weeks, only getting up if he didn't have any other option, and retreating immediately after in his burrow, if not for Bahorel. Any other person, not seeing a friend for a week, would have called, or maybe knock on the door. But those considerations were way too low for someone as determined as Bahorel. No, Bahorel just materialized in his room one morning, a paper bag in one hand and a pot of coffee in the other. Grantaire first thought of a hallucination caused by isolation, or maybe a night spent watching the worst conspirationist videos he could find, and just turned away. But hallucinations tended not to be able to grab and pull blankets, which that one just did. Bahorel sat on the mattress, pushing Grantaire's feet out of the way, pulled two cups out of seemingly nowhere, filled them with coffee and handed him one. Grantaire contemplated sending him away with a few chosen words, but finally, the smell of coffee and the sudden hunger at the sight of buttery croissants was the strongest. He sat up, pulling the covers back on his legs to keep his feet warm.

- What are you doing here ? he asked around a mouthful of crumbs.

- I haven't seen you around since the party, so I was wondering if you were sick.

- It's been only three days, you know. I could be busy.

- Well, are you ?

Grantaire gave his messy bed a pointed look.

- As you can see, he answered dryly.

- So, what's happening? Bahorel asked, refilling the cups.

- What makes you think something has happened ?

- You've missed our boxing meeting. You never miss those, not even when you're at Death's door and almost coughing a lung.

- I did that once, and you'll never let me forget it.

- I'll never let you forget that I had to carry you home and Bossuet had to tie you to your bed because Joly almost got a panic attack just seeing the state you were in.

- Good days, Grantaire sighed.

- If you wanna call them that... So, what's happening?

- You're not letting go, are you ?

- Never. So ? What happened ?

Grantaire carded a hand through his curls, grimacing when it got caught in the knots. That was going to be fun to untangle.... like the situation, his brain helpfully provided.

- I've been an ass with Enjolras, that's all.

Bahorel didn't react at the mention of Enjolras. He'd probably witnessed their interactions during the party. He just grabbed another croissant and let him talk. Which Grantaire didn't really want to now, but once again, he was on a roll. The whole story jumped out of him like it was just waiting for an excuse. Bahorel nodded, not once interrupting.

- So what do you plan to do ? he asked when Grantaire was done.

- What do you mean, what do I plan to do ? Haven't you heard a word I said ?

- I heard every word, even the ones you didn't say, which is quite a feat, if I must say. You've been an ass and said things you're not supposed to do especially on the one you have a crush on. And don't "I don't have a crush" me. It could be seen from space.

- And yet he...

- He's kinda clumsy when it comes to feelings. He's really nice, and warm once you get to know him, and he'll go to the end of the world for his friends, but... Unless you're really blunt with him, he... not that he won't understand, but he won't assume anything. You need to tell him if you like him.

- Thanks for your concern and advice, really, but I don't think they'll be of any help now.

- Why, because you opened your big mouth and stuck your feet in it ?

- Thank you a lot, really. It's making me feel much better.

Bahorel ruffled his hair, not commenting on the difficulty of doing so.

- Come on, it's not the end of the world. No, it's not. First, because a cute dude being mad at you isn’t the end of the world, or we wouldn't have made it past being bipedal. Second, because if you stop moping and start moving your ass, I'm sure you'll find a way to be forgiven.

- He'll never forgive me.

- If you stay here, sure, he won't. But maybe if you start with apologizing, he will.

Grantaire didn't feel particularly uplifted by the advice. Bahorel grabbed him by the shoulder and gave him a strong and somewhat clumsy one-armed hug.

- Come on. Use that big grey matter hidden in your cranial box. If you find something clever enough, he'll forgive you.

Grantaire wanted to protest, tell him that it was no use and he'd better not waste some precious time he could use to get ready to become a hermit. But already, his mind was starting to reel. Maybe... yes, maybe he could devise a way out of it.

Seeing him in better dispositions, Bahorel clasped him on the shoulder, hard enough to sink him five centimeters in the mattress, and got up.

- Godspeed, my friend. And please keep me informed, you know I like nothing more than gossip.

- It's only gossip when one is not part of it.

- Then good for me, because I'm not small, blond and angry. Now, as much as I'd like to know what's running through your mind, I must go. I have a small redhead expecting me with breakfast.

Grantaire held out the paper bag, but Bahorel just shook his head.

- Keep it. It's good food for the brain.

He was leaving the room, when Grantaire called out.

- Wait, how did you get in ? I didn't leave you my keys.

- Do you think I need keys ?

- You picked my lock ?

- Spending time with Jehan and Montparnasse is really formative, you should try it.

- I don't want to become jailbait like you.

Bahorel responded with fingers guns and let himself out, humming something that sounded like Jailhouse Rock. Grantaire barely heard the door close, his mind already working on the several steps his ambitious project would need.

#les miserables #grantaire #enjolras #enjoltaire #more shenanigans #grantaire is an idiot #nothing new #harsh opinions inside #not really mine #but harsh #small descriptions of depression #but that's all

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rosesanthology · 4 years

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Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door, letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

- it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

#haikyuu x reader #matsukawa x reader #mattsun #mayhaps i cried #haikyuu au #haikyuu!!#hq x reader #hq!! headcanons #hq!! fic #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu matsukawa #aoba johsai #aoba jōsai #alternate universe #spy!au #mafia!au

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jeffpamthied · 4 years

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Life Lessons That Playing Football Will Teach Us

Playing football nourishes ones health in such a way that it helps in the development of muscles, cardiovascular health and many other health benefits. Playing football nourishes a player to even become a better individual and be a good role model that the youngsters look up to.

In these past two decades one of the prominent players, to name a few are Cristiano Ronaldo, Lionel Messi and Ronaldinho. Many young professionnal such as Erling Haland and Kylian Mbappe look up to Cristiano Ronaldo who has really proved the footballing community that he is indeed really one of the best players of the game due to his hardwork, discipline and determination.

Some of The Key Life Lessons That Playing Football Has Taught Us

Teamwork: In a game of football, there is no “I” as it is a game that comprises all of those involved right from the players to the coach the physio and up to the staff. These are the very individuals that helps the team in winning accolades. Similarly, in life to achieve our goal, one needs one’s support because without that support from or family members or loved ones and dear ones, we won’t be able to achieve our goal.

Discipline: Football requires discipline and it’s one of the key criteria that great players achieve in the sport. Discipline plays a significant role in football for players in order to discipline themselves and manage their timings right from showing up for practice and following the rules of the team are all the accolades for the team on the pitch.

When a footballer hangs up his football boots, he can apply the discipline that football has taught him in his life and family life as well. Similarly when a successful person shows up for meetings, he maintains his discipline by coming in for the meeting on time, understands and follows the rules and regulations and policies of the organisation that he/she is working at.

Loosing Is Not The End: In football, even the best team looses. Football is a game where we do not not know whether our team will win or loose the match but we have to be prepared for both and accept both loosing and winning. When a team looses in a match, they come back stronger with a stronger mindset and a mindset of never loosing and giving up hope. A team that keeps loosing keeps on working on their weak points and overcome them. This kind of a team even wins trophies and accolades.

One such example is a football team from the UK, Leicester City Football Club, shocked the entire English Premier League fans when they won the Barclays Premier League in season of 2015/2016. And this was a team that came from the Super Division who had dreams of winning the league.

Similarly, one should never lose hope in life no matter the situation that they are facing. If we put in hardwork, discipline and determination we can always get to that goal where we’ve always been dreaming of.

#football #thebeautifulgame #itsmorethanjustagame

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modernwitchesdaily · 6 years

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JAPAN EXPO 2018

Japan Expo was the greatest experience I’ve lived in my life! I met a lot of amazing artists and people, saw some very old friends from my childhood, and I felt like I was home, this is what I love doing! The visitors were really interested and curious about my Pocket Sigils and I have a lot of ideas for the next things I want to do!

I also know I want to do more con just like this and to travel to achieve that goal! I never felt more alive and happy than this weekend and I want to share it with a lot of you!!

I received the pins just the day before the con started, a few minutes before my departure and I hadn’t the time to do a big update. But I can tell you they look really really great! I’m so satisfied with the result, ZapCreatives did an amazing job here!! I can’t thank them enough for this! So as the pins arrived, I’ll soon start preparing everything for the backers of the Kickstarter and send the packages!

Last picture is a little bonus ~ My boyfriend offered me this Nendoroid of Sucy the cutie to celebrate the fact I graduated from my Animation School!!

Now that Japan Expo is over, I’ll focus on the Kickstarter and after that, I’ll take a big break from everything, well deserved, to plan a few things for my professionnal life and to work on my projects again ♥

Thank you to everyone who stopped by our table! I can’t wait for the next con!!

Lots of love and positive vibes to you all ♥

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hydralisk98 · 2 years

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My first real Ko-Fi goal explained

Hey comrades, I thought it was finally time to explain what my exact plans were and are for the (early) 90s vintage (computer) build revamp as to get you all on-board.

Some of you may know I love studying, researching and tinkering old tech in all the directions. So I got that old ass home workstation from my maternal grand parents (grand ma owned it last but she never really used it much compared to my deceased grand pa) several months back. I cannot run new advanced diagnostics (like looking drivers and all) as of now as far as I can't login to the current OS that is Windows 2000 Professional goes (Windows 2000 Professionnal is quite too heavy for the early Pentium S 166MHz CPU to run properly much so that's why I would reinstall MS-DOS 6.22 and then the Windows 3.1x I got on local floppies)

My core issues comes back to the CMOS chip local battery of the machine being dead and 'modernCableFormat'-SCSI adapter cable absolutely is needed for rewriting the hard drive back to Windows 3.1 as intended as to avoid the CMOS battery issue on the motherboard.

I do have a proper (color?) dot matrix printer , speakers, CD-ROM 24x drive, a few floppy drives (one is already installed but I got one or two more laying around), a desktop microphone, a 800x600p CRT... but in order to take advantage of such I need the computer to reach a operational enough level and that just is not what is the case right now thanks to my terrible password memory & the bottleneck of the system.

Ideally I would also get some two portable floppy drives (backup and parallel usage reasons too), make a new appropriate ethernet cable, get some more floppy/CD-ROM software for it and much other tweaks (coming down to using Windows 3.1x seriously, getting a partition of properly expanded Microsoft BOB, animation software, software development challenges, better web browser install than IE, Unicode support, hardware optimizations and other endavours in order to take full advantage of the old hardware) before the end of the year so please come donate to me at https://ko-fi.com/hydralisk98 .

See you all as soon as when the goal is reached or just overall progress is made on the subject. Take care comrades ^*^

#retro computing #retro gaming #retro software #Windows 3.1x #Windows 2000 Professional #restoration #repairs #retro context accuracy #retro hardware #Microsoft Bob

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asfeedin · 4 years

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OL Féminin Set To Be Awarded Fourteenth Consecutive League Title?

GUINGAMP, FRANCE – SEPTEMBER 21: Wendie Renard #3 of Olympique Lyonnais (middle) and her teammates … [+] celebrate the victory of the Trophee des Championnes between Olympique Lyonnais and Paris Saint-Germain at Stade du Roudourou on September 21, 2019 in Guingamp, France. (Photo by Catherine Steenkeste/Getty Images)

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On Friday 13 March, all professional football in France was stopped as the coronavirus pandemic worsened around the continent. It was the day before the top two women’s teams in the country were due to meet in Paris. Paris Saint-Germain sat three points behind French and European champions, Olympique Lyonnais. Had the hosts won, the two teams would have been level going into the last five matches of the season.

A decision today by the Ligue de Football Professionne (LFP) confirmed that the top two men’s divisions will be decided on a points-per-game ratio based on the standings at the moment the league was postponed. In a tweet today, OL club president Jean-Michel Aulas asked the French governing bodies why his women’s team have not also been awarded the league title. If, as likely, the same precedent is applied to the women’s league, Olympique Lyonnais will be French champions for a remarkable fourteenth time in succession.

“We were to host Lyon on 14 March and then in the end, we do not face them. We do not know what could have happened” said Paris Saint-Germain head coach Olivier Echouafni speaking to Goal France. For PSG, there is there the consolation of a place in next season UEFA Women’s Champions League alongside Lyon, a competition both teams are still involved in this season. While their domestic league season is now over, Echouafni has to keep his squad ready in case their quarter-final against English champions Arsenal Women takes place, “we cannot say to the players that everything is stopped while there is still a possibility of playing the Champions League”.

On Tuesday, French Prime Minister Eduoard Philippe prohibited any event involving a crowd of more than 5,000 people until September. Even though crowds in France’s Division 1 Féminine average only 1,084, he also went on to add, “it will not be possible to practice sport in covered places, neither group sports, nor contact sports” effectively ending all hope of the country finishing its football season before the new one is set to start. In a statement on its top-flight women’s league the French Football Federation (FFF) said “the FFF notes the impossibility of continuing the season within the framework of these new health measures”.

In publishing the final standings of the men’s Ligue 1 today, the LFP confirmed the relegation to Ligue 2 of Amiens and Toulouse, who both may have mathematically stayed up had the season been played out. In a letter to the FFF and LFP, Toulouse President Olivier Sadran threatened the country’s governing bodies with legal action. “A relegation pronounced on the basis of the provisional classification at the end of the 27th or 28th matchday would constitute an unacceptable departure from the principles of fairness and sports ethics of which the LFP and the FFF are the guarantors. Any other decision, which does not allow Toulouse FC to assert its chances of continued sporting and fairness, would be immediately challenged before the relevant courts”.

As things stand, Marseille and Metz would be relegated from the women’s top flight. More legal challenges may follow. In a statement regarding its men’s team, Olympique Lyonnais said that they “reserve the right to appeal against this decision and claim damages. . . since the damage for the club amounts to several tens of millions of Euros” before adding that they “congratulate the champions, PSG in Ligue 1 and Lorient in Ligue 2, who were proclaimed today and hope that OL Féminin can quickly have the same consecration”.

MANCHESTER, ENGLAND – FEBRUARY 23: Magdalena Eriksson of Chelsea celebrates after scoring her team’s … [+] second goal during the Barclays FA Women’s Super League match between Manchester City and Chelsea at The Academy Stadium on February 23, 2020 in Manchester, United Kingdom. (Photo by Harriet Lander – Chelsea FC/Chelsea FC via Getty Images)

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If the French system of points-per-game is applied to the English Women’s Super League, Chelsea currently in second place will be awarded the title ahead of current leaders Manchester City. Former WSL champions, Liverpool would be relegated to the second tier, the Women’s Championship. National Associations have until 25 May to inform the European governing body, UEFA, if they will seek to continue their seasons or cancel them.

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wearethegladiators · 5 years

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WHERE ARE THEY NOW - JADE EDITION

look at this rockstar blblblbl

fc: kristen stewart

age: 29

jockey/coach at the dch

Backstory update:

- I forgot but Jade had an accident too??? Wait wth we’re dropping that. HOWEVER, Jade did leave her oppressive/conservative family very early on to pursue a professional career as une cavalière de CSO and joined an academy or something like that. Then she sort of burnt out because her family was still putting loads of pressure on her and shit (and also she probably didn’t like the milieu), so she went to that place where they taught l’éthologie and that’s where she met Last Chance and how she got involved into horse racing and how A LEGEND WAS BORN

(Like I said my girl has grown so much. She used to be full of anger and depression and chaos but now she’s living her best life with her gay self and I’m here for it)

- ALSO out of all of them I think Jade’s the most likely to have had issues related to drug abuse. And she also knows how to be a serious responsible person sometimes so it’d be interesting if she opened up about this to Daniel (cause most people probably don’t know her backstory besides Lucie, like what a SHOCKER)

(she’s still a kiddo 90% of the time, no worries -- what do you mean she’s gonna turn 30??)

Professionnally:

- She’s still a champion. Like more than ever. I mean Lucie and her ARE LEGENDS (Lucie making her big come back after a pregnancy????? Ohlalala comment we stan)

- We don’t like a happiness that’s just too simple you know. Donc je me suis dit qu’on avait dû découvrir une pathologie cardiaque à Last Hope et qu’il avait dû arrêter de courir prématurément. Ça a été un peu dur pour Jade mais il a sûrement été mis à la production depuis et a eu pleins de bébés champions !! (ptn en vrai Jade and Lucie riding twins: friendship goals quoi)

- PTN MAIS LAST CHANCE IS PROBABLY DEAD???? HOW OLD IS HE OMG THIS WOULD BREAK HER HEART MORE THAN ANY ROMANTIC RELATIONSHIP POTENTIALLY EVER COULD

- Bon anyway hein she’s a very cool gal. I think she’s leaning towards becoming a trainer/coach right? Genre c’est elle qui forme les petits jeunes qui arrivent au Domaine hihi

- And she’s A STAR. She’s probably the face of many products – I like to believe that Lucie and her helped make the sport more mainstream and they’re more and more accepted as athletes just like any others. So yeah, loads of sponsors, loads of interviews, she’s very funny, very spontaneous, does not hesitate to tear apart journalists and their sexist bullshit, so people love her. And she loves them tbh!! She’s probably touring around schools to talk about her career. An activist, also.

Personnally:

- She did come out!! Not a big surprise but being able to fully embrace who she was must have been :’))) my girl :’))) (she identifies as bi, sometimes hooks up with guys but she’s mostly leaning towards the lesbian side tbh. I can’t believe I ever thought of Jade as straight she’s so gay mdrrr)

- Her romantic life is still a MESS, she’s probably a Tinder kind of gal (which is so funny because Lucie is MARRIED and have KIDS now), or she dates married people or shit like that. She definitely had one or two relationships that ended up in the tabloids ya know. It’d be nice if she could find a lil’ gentle girlfriend but that’s not happening for now.

- She’s a very good godmother/aunty tho. Tbh now that the PMA is legal for every woman??? Wouldn’t be surprised if she chose to have kids on her own in a couple of years

- She never made up with her family and I think she kind of doesn’t care by now, she doesn’t need these morons she’s got a family of her own!!

- She’s probably living half-time at Lucie’s and Remi’s place tbh, no one can kicks her out because the kids love her :’)

- Jake’s still her best friend, she’s frequently going to the U.S. to see him, he has a reserved spot in her bedroom for when he comes (but a mattress on the floor because she kicks him out in her sleep)

- She’s still probably in touch with 90% of the team, she’s a sweet girl (with attachment issues) she would just send postcards to everyone (or “oh you’re in NY right now?? I’m in California I’ll be there asap!!”)

Random facts

- Do you know who’s Jade’s real-life version?? MEGAN RAPINOE BITCH OMG I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT IT DURING THE ENTIRE WORLD CUP

- Like I said, Jade has attachment/abandonment issues (she literally refused to let go of Last Chance at Heartland when it was completely against the policy mdr) – so she definitely has a champ somewhere to keep all her former horses

- She’s a punk singer in her free time, probably has released an EP or something like that tbh

- She’s also a daily life punk: fully tattooed, short hair, would kick your ass, an advocate for LGBTQ+ visibility in professional sports and décroissance and also probably is a bénévole à la SPA (ptn she’s so a degrowth girl like elle est 100% responsable du potager et du compost et de la récupération des eaux de pluie)

- She’s a yoga gal as well. Probably blasts weird-ass music while meditating in the living room and try to organize workshops with the team but can you imagine Daniel and Jake and RACHEL doing yoga omg (I wrote yoda)

- She’s still living at the DCH but... she has been living there for so long and she’s oooold now, maybe she’s got a bigger room or something?? A BUNGALOW?? IS SHE LIVING IN A CARAVAN IN THE CHAMPS BEHIND THE DOMAIN MDR

IN THE MIDDLE OF HER RETIRED HORSES

- She’s an Instagram star. Did loads of weird lives at some point so Rachel had to confisquer ses identifiants

- I can also see her working in a neighboring stable sometimes because that’s originally what she does? Probably takes Daniel there with her once or twice a week to help out/take care of their horses (I kind of like Daniel/Jade tbh??? She’s probably much calmer around him and maybe he’s funnier around her??)

And that’s about it I think??? DON’T HESITATE TO ASK FOLLOW-UP QUESTIONS FOLKS

#jade

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gocchisama · 8 years

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Thorns x Roses : Story of Moriya Akane (守屋茜）

Sometime the first impression is the right one. Is it what you call love at first sight? In Moriya Akane’s case, i absolutely didn’t noticed her when Nogi’s sister group hold their first press conference. Not someone who stun you with their beauty like Shirashi Mai, or would give this cuteness vibe like Nakai Rika from NGT48. But Moriya Akane, Akanen, has unveiled herself as one of the fiercest, most well rounded character in Keyakizaka46. Her lean figure bloomed like a rose and her hate of losing is sharp, like thorns. She is the blade of Keyakizaka.

”Even if it’s life most severe, most painful thing, there will be no regrets. If i say Ok, let’s do this one more time, i will certainly do it” - Moriya Akane

There has been many hints of Akanen trait. First, in Keyakitte, Kakenai video introduction, she proudly shows off her tennis awards and certificates. In her “jibun history” (my story), she shows her old video winning a judo battle against a girl bigger her size. This girl likes to win. But was it always like that? Well not really, in a recent BUBKA interview, she said at first she wasn’t particulary mad at losing, but she changed when entering Keyakizaka.

Akanen was 17 when passing Keyakizaka audition, and as every japanese highschooler, she had to make a choice after graduation. It was a tough decision between going to the audition or going to college. While her family and friends were concerned of her choice, she didn’t wavered and took Keyakizaka audition. Since there was so much at stake, she was determined to give it her all as a member, thus explaining her “hate to lose” character. She also started to be self-aware of her apparence and professionnal attitude, learning make up or how to appeal to fan (she already knew her catchphrase). At the very debut of Silent majority, people noticed her change. “you give me a strong feeling” they said. Exactly, for akanen, it wasn’t college activities. To her, Keyakizaka is “work”.

“Akanen is the kind of girl you would think twice before approaching”

But as the fanbase grew larger, different opinions emerged. “You are kind of scary” “You are S, are you?(sadistic)” “You’re a tryhard fisher”. Akanen realized that being sharp was a double edged sword, that would put some fans off because she would look unproachable. Not only she has the beauty that makes wota think “she’s too pretty, i have 0 chance” and the attitude “if i talk to her she will feel i’m weak and i will be rejected”. As a matter of fact, she is not the easy-going type. Once again, there was a choice to make at the debut of “Sekai ni wa Ai shikanai” promotion. Either she would tone down, and hang over the cute field as a try, or she would pursue her “serious” character and definitively be recognized from it. Things have been decided during the “karai queen (spicy)” challenge when she ate a whole bowl of spicy tofu, to the point of crying right after. She doesn’t like spicy food, but she doesn’t like losing even more. For the first time, Akanen stole the show through determination.

It was a significative impact. Imaizumi Yui was known as the best singer, Sugai Yuuka had this lady personality, Neru was the most intelligent and Yurina was the Wondergirl. Despite the minor drawback, Akanen stayed true to herself and showed her ferocious competitive character. It was the best choice because no one in Keyakizaka had claimed the “strong type”. Her individuality was set in stone, and it was just the beginning. There was no guarantee it would work, but Akanen took it anyway. Because it fits her the most.

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”When the time comes to do it, i’ll do it. And when i do it, i win.” - Akanen

What became an hot topic was the famous sports festival episode, when Akanen was the captain of the “serious team” against Yuuka’s team. Akanen not only displayed her natural sense of competition but was also credited as viable leader, pumping up her team spirit and lifting their morale. In a young group as Keyakizaka, a leader/sempai is often mandatory for the group cohesion. Throwing some taunts at the other team to make things funny, shaking her teammates up when they were questioning their ability to win, Joking with the MC to loosen up the tight atmosphere; once again Akanen shone in her natural environnement : competition. But what probably was the turning point was the last sprint against the second fastest member, Koyabashi Yui, where she managed to bite few meters on her but eventually lost by half a feet.

Not only you could feel from the screen she put everything on this sprint, raising the excitement to the max, but you also witnessed Akanen bursting into tears from losing to Yuipon. What could be seen as a bad loser attitude ( being fair play, you would shake hands with the winner) but in the case of Moriya, it was more of a genuine reaction for deceiving her teammates at the last second. Even though it was obvious she got paired up with the weakest members ( Yuuka’s team had Neru AND Koyabashi), even though she was like 6 meters behind, she blamed it all on herself. On her own incapacity to bring victory.

Fans felt sympathy toward Akanen and praised her strong will. The cold, hard to approach Akanen vanished to make way to Akanen, the girl who do everything with passion. Her being fired up is actually fuel for others to do their best, and her presence in Keyakizaka took another meaning.

“If it’s for my beloved teammates, i will do everything” - Moriya Akane

She can be seen as harsch sometimes, but the one she’s the most severe with, is actually herself. Her strong will to win can be interpreted as a strong will to not disappoint those who believed in her. A strong character, is also someone people rely on. She want to be that kind of person to Keyakizaka46. During Sekai ni wa Ai shikanai, she didn’t remorse her position in second row, she accepted it. “In that place, i have a goal, a reason to move forward. “This is also a place i can learn a lot from” She said. An humility, unfamiliar with people who are self-centered. Akanen is not the kind of person who think of things as granted. She wants to earn things, with her own strength.

It paid off. In Futari Saison, she finally became front row, increasing even further her visibility and popularity during keyaki single promotion. Sugai Yuuka, who will be promoted to captain, congratulated her for her senbatsu position and wrote that Akanen is an existence that put her at ease when confronting tense moment like live performance. “Big sister” Akanen was also a significant trait that made her being loved by teammates in backstage. At the time, the girls didn’t known each other very well, especially Hirate Yurina who was the youngest. Akanen felt it was her responsability to make things easier and decided to break the ice by inviting Yurina to a meal together. Little by little everyone got along and the training room atmosphere got lively, thanks a bit to Akanen. Moriya Akane is working hard as an individual, but isn’t neglecting teammates bond, which is essential for Keyakizaka unity. Akanen truly loves the group.

“When Akanen is around, i allow myself to act like a spoiled child” - Techi

Akanen is a lethal weapon, with great use of visual, sexiness and flawless smile. But she uses her ability to protect those she loves, being a reassuring older sister when members finish rehearsal and are exhausted, being a leader when the girls are doubting. A versatile jack of all trades that allow Keyakizaka to hold it’s ground on a solid base. When you realize Moriya excel in visual but truly show her amazingness with her personality, you can’t help but be admirative. “Ah, Keyaki is in good hands with her” some fans on the internet said.

If she’s such a good leader, why isn’t she captain, you would say? Well another quality in Moriya, her “hating to lose” character doesn’t mean she crave for the spotlight as well. She has this self-awareness that holds her from having bad decision that would disturb Keyakizaka balance. Sugai Yuuka, who she’s very close to, has a refined style that may suits more as a representative. Moriya natural strictness balance well with Yuuka’s natural sweetness. Together, they make the ultimate captaincy. Moriya is definitively a girl to look forward, either it’s about her, or her interaction within the group. As we speak, she’s Tier 2 (she’s solding out round 2 of handshake event, she’s still not fans top priority) but Akanen’s potential shows no boundaries.

“If Akanen is S, does that mean her fanbase are all M? LOL” - Oda Nana

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