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the-modernmary · 4 years ago

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my best habit || aaron hotchner x reader (ch. 4)

Chapter summary: The BAU makes it's plan to get inside your law firm, and you reflect on your previous relationship with Aaron — the good and the bad.

A/N: i'm baaaaack! this is a little bit of a filler with a hell of a lot of introspection + background on the past relationship with hotch

masterlist || read on ao3

'Cause the love that you gave that we made

Wasn't able to make it enough for you

To be open wide, no

-Alanis Morissette, “You Oughta Know”

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The plan was simple enough. They had a warrant to bug the office, but lawyers are naturally suspicious, so they needed somebody who already had a rapport with partners to place the bugs. That’s where you came in. They were going to give you pens and other random office supplies with covert listening devices in them, and you just needed to leave them around. You were also going to wear an earpiece so that they could talk you through it every step of the way. Easy enough.

Aaron stood at the front of the room, his hands resting on his hips and his face stone cold. You had seen Aaron on television a few times when he had to speak to the media, but that was the extent of your knowledge of his FBI persona. You had never given much thought to his work life, and the only times he even talked about it was in passing. Watching him completely command the attention of the room was really a site to behold. Suddenly, you understood all of Aaron’s career changes and his unbridled ambition- he was made to be FBI Director.

You nodded slowly as you listened to their plans, trying to ignore the side of your brain that was screaming danger. You looked over at Aaron, hoping that he would understand your unspoken question and would give you an honest answer. When he met your eyes, he gave you a subtle nod, as if to say You’ll be fine, we’ll be right there with you. That was the only confirmation you really needed. Aaron looked so confident that it was almost infectious. Besides, a dead civilian wouldn’t look very good on Aaron’s FBI record, so you had to believe that it really was going to be that simple.

You took a deep breath. “Okay, I can do all that. I’m scheduled to go in this afternoon,” you told the room, avoiding everybody else’s eyes on you. You could tell that some of them weren’t totally sold on the idea yet.

“Good, that gives us just enough time to get everything set up. I want you all to go over the office blueprints with Y/N and set up a concrete plan. I don’t want anything left up to chance. While you do that, I will head down to intelligence with Garcia so that we can grab the coverts and prepare them,” Aaron said firmly, and you found yourself nodding along, as if you were a member of his team.

The way he gave orders was almost hypnotic because it was so different from the way he gave orders during sex. When he was with you, there was always a hint of affection and reverence in every word he said. Here and talking to his coworkers, it was almost paternal, like he was assigning weekly chores. You were getting a more full picture of who Aaron Hotchner was, and it was exciting, if not a little overwhelming.

You were torn from your thoughts at the sound of ruffling papers as Reid spread out the floor plans to the office across the table. The next hour and a half was spent going back and forth with the group of profilers to see what the best course of action was. You let them take the lead considering you had zero experience in this particular field, but you were pleasantly surprised when they asked for your opinions, asking you whether or not anybody ever went in certain areas in the building. Working with them was easy, even with David Rossi clearly psychoanalyzing every move you made, probably trying to figure out how the hell you and Aaron fit together.

After figuring out the best excuses to get in each of the partner’s offices, the team had decided that you were prepped and ready. “You’re welcome to grab some lunch in the cafeteria on the second floor,” Reid told you as the rest of the team was slowly filing out of the conference room. “But the food’s not great, to be honest. The only people who ever really eat there are tourists and kids on field trips.”

You raised an eyebrow at him as you shouldered your purse. “With all that security, the FBI has tour guides?” you asked amusedly.

Reid nodded eagerly as he finished folding up the blueprints. “The FBI has actually had a tour component since 1937, even before it settled here in the Hoover building. After 9/11, they stopped the tours and closed the building to the public and didn’t reopen until 2008 when the FBI made the Education Center. It closed and was redesigned multiple times since then, and now it’s known as the FBI Experience. You have to contact your congressman to request a tour at least four weeks in advance so that the FBI can do a background check,” he said quickly, his hands doing half of the talking for him.

You laughed as the two of you made your way to the door. Aaron had mentioned something about the genius Dr. Reid in passing, and he was just as amusing and endearing as Aaron said he was. “That sounds like a lot of work. If that’s the case, then I might have better luck just asking one of you to give me a tour after this whole thing is done. You sound like you know more than the tour guides anyways.”

Reid stood up a little taller at the compliment, but your focus was immediately drawn to Aaron’s office. Specifically, Aaron, in his office, alone, with the blinds shut and the door wide open. You had promised to be on your best behavior, but the temptation was almost too much. You wanted to see more of Hotch, the FBI agent. “Excuse me for a second, Doctor,” you mumbled, flashing him an innocent smile.

Spencer gave you a small wave as you walked off, headed straight for Aaron’s office, your heels clicking rhythmically on the floor. As if sensing your presence, Aaron’s head shot up the second you stepped into his office, his face void of all emotions. You shut the door slowly behind you, having to hide your smile when you saw him shift in his seat nervously. “Y/N, this isn’t the place-”

You held both of your hands up as you made your way towards his desk. “Don’t worry, Agent. I didn’t come here with the intention to seduce you in front of all your coworkers,” you promised. “Although that can always be arranged.”

You were rewarded with a small grin from Aaron and something that was close to laughter, although it just sounded more like an exhale. “How can I help you?” he asked, unable to mask the lightheartedness in his words.

You sat on the edge of his desk. “Well, I’m going to be rubbing shoulders with a potential serial killer for the rest of the day. Don’t I get a kiss for good luck? Doesn’t even have to be a kiss on the mouth,” you teased. Aaron tensed up. That was the wrong thing to say, apparently. Maybe he remembered that he was at work, and there was no room for playfulness in the FBI. Or maybe he realized that you would be the second woman he’s been with that he’s sending into a dangerous situation.

This was all new territory for the two of you. Previously, there were so many unspoken rules for the relationship, and that’s what made it work. It kept everything easy and fun and none of you had to sift through any baggage.

He didn’t talk about cases he was on and you didn’t mention Jack or Haley- not that you would even want to. He would order dinner for the two of you, but it couldn’t be from anywhere he used to take Haley. So that took away their Chinese place and their pizza place and, God forbid, their Italian place they went to for anniversaries- you preferred Indian anyways. Every once in a while, you’d meet up in hotels that were way too nice and expensive for a fling, but it was always somewhere out of the city, like Baltimore or Fredericksburg, because between the two of you, somebody in DC was bound to recognize one of you.

But there you were, sitting on his desk in the middle of the FBI headquarters, completely thrown off your game. Part of you wondered why he had wanted to continue this thing with you. It wasn’t some midlife crisis- he was too composed for that- and it wasn’t to help heal heartbreak the way it was two years ago. You weren’t complaining about it, though. There was something addictive about Aaron, something that made you think about him even when you hadn’t seen or heard from him in months, and a nagging voice in the back of your head told you that he probably thought the same thing about you. At least, you hoped he did.

You were so entranced in your thoughts that you didn’t even realize he was talking to you. You refocused your eyes and snapped your head back in his direction, where he was looking at you with worry in his eyes. “Hm?” you questioned.

Aaron’s eyes narrowed, like he was trying to read your mind. “I asked if you were sure that you’re ready for this? You all came up with a plan faster than I expected.”

You put on a practiced smile as you slid off his desk, careful not to rustle any of the precariously stacked files next to you. “What can I say, I’m a fast learner. Plus, I went through a major James Bond phase in 7th grade, so this is like a dream come true for me,” you joked, and that seemed to satisfy him.

His face softened, and you once again found yourself fascinated by how much younger he looked when he let himself relax for even half a second. “It’s going to be fine, and I’m going to be talking to you through the earpiece the whole time,” he said. It surprised you just how comforting that single sentiment was, but something about Aaron walking you through the whole process made it less daunting.

Casual flirting with him had worked at the beginning of the conversation, so you decided to try that again. “It’ll be like you’re whispering in my ear all day,” you mused, batting your eyelashes. “That’s kind of sexy, in an exhibitionist kind of way.”

Aaron chuckled and shook his head fondly. “Behave,” he told you firmly, but there was the slightest hint of playfulness.

You made your way towards his office door, throwing a wink his way as you did. “No promises,” you sang. “But I’ll do my best.”

After grabbing something to eat at the cafeteria- Reid was right, the food was terrible- it was time for you to head to the weirdest internship shift you’ve ever had. Most of the team would be in an undercover van outside of the building so that they could listen to everything. You were able to get a ride from Morgan in one of the FBI SUVs, which would drop you off a few blocks away so it didn’t look suspicious. The two of you made some small talk on the way, asking about school and life at the FBI, all very surface level stuff, but nice nonetheless. It helped calm your nerves.

After a while, he pulled over and handed you a bag from the backseat. It was a simple black satchel, not very different from the usual one you would bring to work. “Okay, here is everything you’ll need. You remember the plan, right?”

You nodded quickly as you put in the earpiece, trying to hide any signs of nervousness. “Yup,” you said, popping the ‘P’. “Honestly, this isn’t even the worst thing I’ve done while working.”

Derek chuckled, maybe despite himself. “Remember, we’ll be right outside of the building. Just treat it like a normal day.”

You didn’t think that was even going to be possible, but luckily, you were proven wrong the moment you stepped into the elevator.

“Woah, hold the door for me!”

You stuck your hand out quickly just before the elevator doors closed, and your friend Chris came barreling through. He was a third year when you were a first year at George Washington and the two of you met in your tax law class. You quickly became fast friends, and you met most of your law school friends through him. When he got hired as a staff attorney at the same firm you were interning at, you couldn’t have been more excited.

You clutched the satchel a little tighter, knowing full well that the entire BAU was about to hear this conversation. “Hey,” you said, your voice light.

Chris just raised an eyebrow at you. “Hey?” he asked incredulously. “That’s it? What the hell happened to you last night? We were all supposed to go out and you didn’t show up. No phone call, nothing. And then the only response we got from you was three hours later when you just said ‘Sorry, something came up, next time!’”

You sighed and reached over to press the button for the third floor. It was crazy to think that the interrogation had been less than 24 hours ago- it felt like a lifetime to you. Aaron’s voice came through the earpiece. You can’t tell anybody about the investigation. Make an excuse and change the subject.

“Sorry, mom,” you huffed, staring at the elevator doors. “I got busy, and I’m not attached to my phone all the time like a certain newlywed. How are you and Sam, by the way?” You looked at Chris pointedly with that comment and, like expected, he was frantically shoving his phone back in his pocket. Chris had gotten married two months ago and was still very much in the honeymoon phase.

Good job, Aaron said into the earpiece, and it made you smile despite yourself.

Which, unfortunately, did not go unnoticed by Chris. He narrowed his eyes at you for a few seconds before gasping. “You’re deflecting! And I know that smile.” He thought about it for a second before his eyes went wide. “Oh my god, you ditched us last night because you were getting railed.”

Your friends knew you way too well. You rolled your eyes at Chris. “Wow, that is a reach if I’ve ever seen one.”

The elevator doors opened and you all but sprinted out of there. “You’re not denying it!” Chris accused and you had to bite back a groan of annoyance. You loved your friends, but you did not want to have this conversation right now. “Come on, spill. What is their name?”

You heard Aaron take a sharp intake of breath. You weren’t going to tell Chris, even if you weren’t currently wired where all of Aaron’s coworkers could hear. You never told your friends about Aaron because you were worried about their reaction. They would have worried about his age, or if he was taking advantage of you, or if you were in any danger because of his job. They would have pressured you to pursue more of a “true” relationship with Aaron, and you weren’t going to pretend like that was even a possibility.

You liked Aaron, and it really seemed like Aaron genuinely liked you, too, just not in a way that would make sense to people, especially not your friends. Aaron was always nice to you. He treated you like an equal, not just some random college girl he was sleeping with. He was interesting, and being around him was easy. Aaron would invite you over sometimes and the two of you would just do your work while eating take out before you would have sex. Sometimes, you’d ask him for help with your homework, because there really wasn’t any better tutor, and he was happy to give it. At the time when you first met, the two of you were just kind of lonely, and it was nice to have somebody around who just got it.

You also liked the version of you that Aaron brought out- smarter, wittier, and even a little bit more put together. Definitely much more ambitious. And if seeing him at work was indicative of anything, you thought that he liked the version of himself that you seemed to bring out- more easygoing and playful, like he didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

And also, yeah, the sex was really fucking good.

You sped up your steps, but Chris was right at your heels. “You’re such a chismoso, but fine. His first name is nunya, last name business.”

You heard him groan behind you, and you turned around so that you were walking backwards. “Y/N, you suck so bad. This is going in the group chat, and we are going to find out who you’re sleeping with.”

You laughed, finally feeling relaxed and calm for the first time since you heard about this plan. “Mhm, good luck with that,” you called to him. “Now if you don’t mind, I have to get to work. Not all of us get paid to sit around and look pretty.”

“Yeah, you just get college credit for it,” he snorted and you just turned back around. You were sure you were going to get so much shit from your friends later, but the bag on your shoulder was getting heavier every second.

Placing the listening devices was as easy as they told you it was going to be. You were able to go throughout your shift fairly normally, sitting through meetings and writing emails, mostly. If you needed to get into somebody’s office, you would just tell them that they needed to sign something or ask them if they wanted any more coffee. The only times Aaron would say something into the earpiece was if they couldn’t get a signal on the device and you needed to move it slightly.

When it was time for your break, you flipped your phone over in your hands a few times, debating on whether or not you should text Aaron. You wanted to see him again. You wanted to hear him moan in your ear while his hands roamed every inch of you. You desperately wanted his mouth on you, his head in between your thighs. You could imagine Aaron on top of you, brushing your hair from your face, and telling you how pretty you were. Maybe you’d text Aaron later, when he wasn’t in a cramped van.

“Y/N?” You snapped your head up to see a woman you knew to be Julian DuPont’s assistant. DuPont owned the law firm, and he came from a very rich and powerful DC family. He was the whole reason that the FBI couldn’t just sneak in and bug the office themselves- he would be suspicious about anybody he didn’t personally know. Even having been an intern at the law firm for almost an entire year, you had only spoken to him one-on-one a handful of times. Sure, they were all positive experiences, but you knew he could lie to almost anybody.

“Yes?” you asked cautiously.

She gave you a sweet smile. “Mr. DuPont has asked to see you in his office right away.”

Your mouth instantly dried up and your heart started to beat so fast that you would have sworn everybody could hear it. “Uh… Yeah, of course, um… Did he happen to say what it was about?” you stuttered out. He was the first office you had placed the bug in. Maybe he found out and was about to fire you in front of everybody. Or worse, your brain supplied unhelpfully.

The assistant shook her head and guided you wordlessly to DuPont’s office. Stay calm, came Aaron’s voice through the earpiece. I will tell you everything you need to say if you get stuck, but you’ll be fine.

When you got to the office, the assistant close the door behind you, leaving you alone in the office with Mr. DuPont himself. He gave you a warm smile, which should have comforted you, but you didn’t think you had ever seen him smile for anything not related to winning a case or getting money. “Sit, please,” he ordered, gesturing lazily to the chair in front of his desk.

You tried to keep your breathing even as you sat down quickly, rubbing your hands on the tops of your thighs. It felt like you were in the principal’s office. You stayed silent so that he could have the first word.

“As you may know, I’ve been watching your progress very closely, both here and with your professors,” he stated, leaning forwards in his chair. “You’re very intelligent, and I think you have a bright career in front of you.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, trying to put as much confidence in your words as possible. There was a ‘but’ coming, you felt it. You could vaguely make out mumbling in your earpiece, like the BAU were trying to profile what Julian was going to say half a second before he said it.

DuPont straightened out a pen on his desk- to be specific, the pen with the listening device in it. Your breath caught in your throat. “I would like to capitalize on that potential and have you work here after you’ve graduated, but I need to see how you do in an actual courtroom. Law students are allowed to practice law under the supervision of an attorney, which would be me. If you do well, and you pass the bar, you’ll have a job here as an associate right after graduation. Think of it as a trial run, or a try-before-you-buy program.”

You let out a sigh of relief, not even caring how dramatic it may have looked to Julian, and you closed your eyes for a second just to ground yourself. He didn’t know, it was just a job offer. The secret was safe. The earpiece went silent again. “Sir- I… Thank you so much. I would love to, of course. It would be an absolute honor.”

DuPont nodded and leaned back in his chair. “That’s good to hear. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a meeting to attend to. We will discuss this more at a later date.”

You shook his hand quickly before exiting, your heart pounding. You were going to need a drink, or five, tonight. Maybe it was stupid, but part of you wanted to hear something from your earpiece. It didn’t even need to be Aaron speaking, but you wanted somebody from the BAU to remind you that everything was okay.

Ignoring the questioning look from Chris, you sat down at your desk, attempting to process everything that just happened. Once the adrenaline went down, you let yourself get excited. A job offer, and a nice one at that, at a fancy private firm with a nice salary. You were set.

You grabbed your phone so that you could send the news to your friends, but a notification caught your eye.

From: Aaron Hotchner

Congratulations, associate. I told you that you’d make a wonderful lawyer someday.

To: Aaron Hotchner

Thank you :) You know this means I’m going to practice my opening statements on you all the time, right??

From: Aaron Hotchner

I’m looking forward to it.

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imnotwolverine · 4 years ago

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Nerdflirt

Henry Cavill x reader twoshot (1/2)

Word count: 2.768

Disclaimer: tiny, tiny hint of fluff

Summary: There’s apparently a bit more involved than just paint and innocent flirting, when you meet a stranger on Instagram with a shared hobby.

Find the second part here.

This story is based on a prompt I received from @aestheticqueenb

(Link to my Masterlist)

‘Maybe, you can like…I don’t know…find some new hobby or something?’

Your friend had said it more as an after thought during your Zoom chat, but here you were. Thinking yet again if she was perhaps right. A new hobby. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to find some diversion in these strange times. Like. You had ordered some of these picture paint books for adults since they were all the rage, but you had grown bored of them again.

Heck. You had even asked your boss if you could help him out while stuck at home. But apparently the restaurant business was really on its ass and you’d just have to wait for things to settle down and regulations to become less restricting.

This whole COVID-19 thing had initially seemed like a bit of a fad. Like some sick joke that nobody stopped at the right time. It was just a fever, right? Well, apparently…it wasn’t. You could still remember the moment all too well when you were sent home, told to wait for news. Hours passed. Days passed. Weeks passed. But there was no sign of things soon to improve.

And thus you resorted to adult colouring books and sulking away on your desk chair.

Stretching out you pushed the chair away from your desk, the tiny wheels immediately halting as you bumped against your bed. Oh yes, it was also good to mention you were slowly losing your mind because your studio apartment was SOO friggin’ small you couldn’t stretch as much as a foot without bumping into a piece of furniture.

Not a problem when you have a social life. But very much a problem when you hadn’t. Usually you worked a lot, went out with friends, enjoyed to go for a run. And home? Home was just a conveniently placed bed in the middle of London.

Now, however, it was a constricting prison that seemed to strip away your sanity piece by piece.

As had become second nature by now you opened your phone, fingers automatically refreshing the front news page. Scroll, scroll, scroll. No new news. Then your e-mail. No new e-mails. Then perhaps look for some “inspiration” - whatever you needed that for - on Pinterest? Scroll, scroll, scroll. Okay, no, this is dumb. Going back to the mainscreen your thumb hovered over the Instagram button.

You honestly didn’t like the app much. Fake people. Fake fun lives. It just wasn’t your cuppa tea. And yet you never got so far as deleting it since you did enjoy seeing baby pictures of your baby niece.

Okay, fine, maybe there were some new pictures or something. It wasn’t like you had anything better to do and so you opened the app, only to be confronted with a somewhat confusing image. What’s this? A large pair of hands painting an absolutely tiny polystyrene figurine. Why is this on your timeline? Your eyes gazed up, even more confused when you read the name “Henry Cavill” above it. Pfft. Probably some attention whoring from another bored superstar. You shook your head and scrolled on, eventually giving up again.

You groaned, feeling the abyss of utter boredom suck you in once more, your eyes wandering to the world outside. It was sunny, a spotless blue sky, not a cloud in sight. Hilarious, ain’t it? It’s nice weather out in the UK and guess what? You’re stuck inside because the whole world is in lockdown.

So…now what? You just had lunch, your apartment was pristinely clean and you already went for a run this morning. You sighed and turned your chair back so you could awaken your trusty old friend again. Your laptop. Perhaps Google something random? See what you find? The internet’s your friend, right?

Open. Google.

You bit your lip, thinking of something. Anything. But your mind was a blank.

Hmm. Oh. You know what. Maybe it’d be fun to know what kind of fake nerd Henry Cavill actually was.

You opened Instagram again and, of course, his post was back on the top of the timeline. It was almost too easy. #GamesWorkshop #ProperGeek #Custodes. Hmm, probably one of those three tags were the secret. You decided to enter “custodes”, since it sounded the least familiar and hit enter.

Before long you had dived head first into the miraculous world of Warhammer miniature strategy boardgaming and the most ludicrous, but fascinating lore. There was a medieval variant, a sci-fi variant and some ancient Rome and English civil war stuff. All including a well-thought out background story and even more figurines then you could count. Pretty cool figures too, you thought, haphazardly clicking on “order” while scrolling through one of the webshops.

Like it contained some kind of bomb, the mailman sprinted off, leaving the small package behind while you opened your door. Fuck this corona crisis. You couldn’t even..greet the fucking mailman.

Picking up the package you carefully moved it to your desk. Would they be fragile? How tiny could tiny really be? There was only one way to find out, you decided, picking up a pair of scissors and cutting open the small brown box.

Well. Okay. That’s tiny. Tiny tiny tiny. Perhaps you had been a bit too over enthusiastic about just randomly picking up a new hobby. Like..did you even need like special paint for this? Carefully you placed the kit sheets with the hundreds of tiny pieces in them on your desk and bit your lip, deciding what you’d do next. Tiny heads, guns, wings, all stuck in a meticulously thought out grid. Where to start? Perhaps look for some inspiration? Tips and tricks?

The internet is your friend.

Silly as it was you ended up scrolling through Instagram again, this time on the profile of some “SirEltharin” who posted daily updates on his miniature painting. And just like you, he had bought the Retributor Squad from the Adepta Sororitas, the all-female fighter division that were also known as “The Sisters of Battle”. Just thinking how ridiculous that sounded made you chuckle. Were you a nerd too now? Perhaps.

He just posted something new you noticed.

‘These ladies are hard to tame! Oops, painting accident..’ He posted, along with a picture of some smudged paint on one of the figurines. You chuckled, commenting without much of a second thought.

LadyGrim - ‘Well at least you started..I just can’t get myself to paint :X’ - 1 minute ago SirEltharin - ‘No need to be Grim, good Lady. What’s keeping you from starting?’ - 2 seconds ago

Hmm. He responded immediately. A smile reached the corners of your lips as you shrugged and typed again.

LadyGrim - ‘Painters limbo? No honestly it’s my first set and I’m out of my depth here.’ - 2 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘Well if large male hands can do it. Surely a Lady can do it too? ;)’ - 30 seconds ago

LadyGrim - ‘Size can be deceiving.’ - 2 seconds ago

Your eyes rested on the screen for a bit, hoping he’d respond, but eventually giving up. Your eyes turned towards the sheets with the figurine parts on the other side of your desk.

Welp, it’s not like anyone could judge you for trying, right?

You painted that whole day, finding it nerve wrecking and meditative all at the same time. You hadn’t even noticed that it was past dinner time, until your stomach really started to growl with hunger.

After cooking yourself a simple pasta dish you sat back on your desk chair, forking the pasta into your mouth while opening your phone to check on any news updates. No news. Mail. No mail. Pinterest? Skip. Instagram. Heck, why not.

*New message from SirEltharin* Hmm. A private message. You didn’t even know that you could send private messages in Instagram, but alas, perhaps you were just a failed millennial.

SirEltharin - ‘Hey :) Guess what? I totally screwed up that figurine and have to do it all over again. Started any painting yet?’ - 2 hours ago

LadyGrim - ‘Perhaps you gave me all your good luck? Just started and..maybe..it actually starts to look pretty cool?’ - 2 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘Which one did you start with?’ - 2 seconds ago

Damn, guess it wasn’t just you who was bored to bits. This guy was one fast responder.

LadyGrim - ‘The one with the book? At least, I think…. So many parts..’

SirEltharin - ‘Yea. Requires a bit of strategising hehe. Besides..holy fervour and good faith!’

LadyGrim - ‘So why did you chose the sisters? You’re a guy right?’

SirEltharin - ‘And that’s a problem? ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘No..’

SirEltharin - ‘Honestly though. They’re cool. Strong women.’

LadyGrim - ‘Who got betrayed by the man they promised to serve.’

SirEltharin - ‘Ah you read the lore? Yea..men are dicks haha ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘Can’t agree more.’

You back and forthed throughout the evening. Starting off with some Warhammer 40k related banter, but soon drifting off to talking about the Corona lockdown and the boredom that came with it. SirEltharin didn’t let off a whole lot about himself, which made your imagination run a little wild.

Perhaps it was this “milady” type of guy, that’d tip his hat at you, then grow annoyed as soon as you didn’t immediately fall in love with him. Or, maybe it was this skinny pimple-faced guy who only ever played female characters in games. Or a really, really fat guy. He did say large male hands. Large…could be fat? Or at least chubby? Ugh. What did it matter anyways. Men, you had decided, were always going to disappoint.

SirEltharin - ‘Hey, just curious by the way. Why did YOU decide to start painting?’

LadyGrim - ‘Are you asking just because I’m a girl? ;)’

SirEltharin - ‘Hardly. What do you even think of me?! ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘Okay. Don’t call me an idiot. But this movie star, Henry Cavill? He posted an image and though I absolutely think he’s one of those fake nerd celebrities who are in it for the attention, it did get me interested in the figurines..so..I just ordered and..here I am!’

He stopped responding after that. For the rest of the night. Did you say something wrong or did he just not see your message? Ah..whatever. It didn’t really matter. He was just some stranger on the internet. You started Netflix and crawled onto your bed, wasting away another evening bingewatching How I Met Your Mother.

The next morning he had responded again. Around 5 am. Damn. Nerds ARE night owls, you thought, sipping your freshly brewn cup of french pressed coffee while leaning against your tiny kitchen block.

SirEltharin - ‘Can’t really say that without knowing him, right?’ - 3 hours ago

SirEltharin - ‘Anything in particular wrong with Henry Cavill?’ - 2 hours ago

LadyGrim - ‘Woa woa. No harm meant. Sorry. Guess I just don’t trust ‘em pretty boys?’ - 3 minutes ago

SirEltharin - ‘How’s that so? And good morning, Lady ;)’ - 2 seconds ago

You bit your lip and let out a deep sigh. Oh this man didn’t know what hellfire could come his way, opening THAT topic.

LadyGrim - ‘Good morning ..and..I doubt you’d be interested.’

SirEltharin - ‘You had my curiosity, but now you have my attention.’

LadyGrim - ‘Fine. Let’s just keep it plain and simple. Lied to, cheated on and continuously disappointed. Guess I’ll just have to become a lesbian?’

SirEltharin - ‘Don’t let a few bad ones ruin it for the rest of us. Has it been long?’

LadyGrim - ‘Long?’

SirEltharin - ‘Apologies. I mean. Since you last dated?’

LadyGrim - ‘A year or so.’

SirEltharin - ‘And how old are you? Or am I being too bold asking such a thing?’

LadyGrim - ‘It’s fine. Thirty. Had my birthday two weeks ago. So yea..becoming a bit of an old spinster hehe.’

SirEltharin - ‘Belated happy birthday and..hardly a spinster, right? I mean. I’m 37 and haven’t found anyone yet. Heck. I guess I’m the old spinster here haha.’

LadyGrim - ‘I doubt the same rules apply for men.’

SirEltharin - ‘Trust me. We are all judged.’

Weeks passed and you and Sir kinda started to really get to know each other. You both lived in London - how practical -, were pretty enthused about sports, liked dogs (he had one, you wished you had one) and were close knit with your family. You with your sister, who already had a few kids. And he with his brothers. All with kids. Teasingly you donned each other the nicknames ‘Uncle and Aunty Spinster’.

You knew he had looked on your account. Seen some pictures of you. Even made a few comments on them and liked everything new you posted. But he, SirEltharin, remained mostly a mystery. You tried to talk yourself out of your curiosity, but couldn’t help but lay in bed fantasising about him. The only body part you had seen of him to this point were his hands, and they were actually quite pretty hands. Well manicured nails, strong fingers. It meant he probably wasn’t SUPER fat. So. That’s something.

Eventually the COVID-19 related regulations were becoming less restrictive and for the first time in months you could go back to work. The very news had made you both reluctant - you liked this new rhythm of painting and chatting with SirEltharin -, but also happy. Finally getting out of your tiny apartment, finally getting back to work. It may require some getting used to again, but this was just what you really needed.

In your enthusiasm you posted a picture on Instagram of your work outfit as it lay neatly spread out on your bed sheets. Your boss had made some quirky shirts to celebrate the reopening of the restaurant: “Brunello’s back” was written in fancy white lettering on the back of the shirt. You giggled as SirEltharin liked it within a split second.

SirEltharin - ‘Back to work hmm?’

LadyGrim - ‘Yep. Its all fun and games until the rat race starts again.’

SirEltharin - ‘Sounds Grim ;)’

LadyGrim - ‘You know me too well Sir. Anyways gotta go. Bye!’

SirEltharin - ‘See ya.’

See ya. You always thought it weird when strangers said that at the end of an online chat. Clients sometimes said it at the end of a phone reservation. That was understandable though; they were to come to the restaurant. But complete strangers? There was no such thing as “seeing you around”. However in the case of SirEltharin you were willing to let it slip. He probably didn’t think anything of it.

For a first night it was already quite hectic at Brunello’s. The room, although still far less bustling than usual, was filled. People were obviously eager to pick up their social lives again, the animated chatter of guests zooming around the room while you paced past the neatly spaced white clothed tables. Brunello’s was a rather luxurious restaurant and mostly businessmen and well-to-do families and friends came here to wine and dine. Tonight was special though, as a few celebrities were sitting in the far corner. Including a familiar face: Mr. Cavill, your eyes immediately falling on him as he seemingly was giving you a questioning look.

Perhaps he just wanted to order some drinks, you thought, halting next to the table and offering them your most kind, professional smile - ignoring the curious pair of blue eyes that tracked your every move.

‘Good evening and welcome to Brunello’s. Is there anything I can help you with?’ You spoke, the sentence fluently tipping of your tongue, your eyes wandering slowly over the guests. Most of them were unfamiliar to you. And Mr. Cavill..you tried to just not give him any attention as he was still burning his eyes into you.

‘We actually could use some advice on the wine. We’d like to start white, slightly fruity, perhaps French? Though the Italian one also sounds quite nice.’ A small blonde woman spoke, peering over her menu card.

As this was not your expertise, you called for the sommelier, stepping back to make room for him. And all the while you felt those eyes, gazing at you, almost brazenly. What was up with this Mr. Cavill? Or did you maybe have something funny on your face and did nobody dare to tell you? Shyly you excused yourself, leaving the guests in the capable hands of the sommelier, and quickly made for the women’s bathroom to check your face.

There was nothing out of sort when you looked into the mirror. Strange.

Peeking quickly on your phone, a habit when you were alone, you noticed a new message popping up on your Insta-chat.

SirEltharin - ‘I think we need to talk.’ - 30 seconds ago

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hongism · 4 years ago

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An essay on why i love kim hongjoong and why he’s my ult bias and one of my biggest inspirations in life; by me, you know who it is, the biggest hongjoong simp on the planet, and your local hongjoong lover

This isn’t really gonna be an essay pls it’s been way too long since i last wrote a formal and serious essay but instead it’s just gonna be a messy hodgepodge of me doing what i do best in life: rambling (about hongjoong). If you know me you know that i GUSH over the things and people i love, i could sit here for years just rambling about that so yeah this is about to be long as HELL and also embARRASSING as hell so PLS look away act like you don’t see anything no one talk about it hongjoong if ur here pls don’t look good god this is about to be so embarrassing bc here’s a list of things i don’t have: chill. Yall about to see me crumble for a Man of all things i can’t believe this is happening but yeah see im already rambling and i haven’t even started talking about hongjoong yet wow okay anyways look away i will cry and did cry okay thanks yeah BYE

im not gonna sit here and be like ‘bc he’s cool and handsome and yeah’ because those aren’t really reasons why you love Someone, those are kinda reasons why you might admire someone or enjoy looking at them but not why you like them necessarily, but it is a given that hongjoong is a beautiful person inside and out so i can’t go on without mentioning how beautiful and handsome he is ;;-; he has such pretty and delicate features, his nose his side profile his eyes his lips yes everything about him is beautiful and lovely and wonderful he’s just so objectively attractive. His smile is so bright and warm and full of love and joy, really he has one of those smiles where you see it and feel like your heart is full. Show me a picture of hongjoong smiling and my mood will spike and i’ll be happy bc he is a person who has infectious happiness and joy.

Hongjoong has so many neat and cool aspects to his personality, he’s really brilliant, he’s got an iq of 148, he’s an infp, he’s a scorpio, i’m gonna start rambling strap in — he raps, he sings, he dances, he composes/produces, he plays the drums, he plays the piano, he writes lyrics, he reforms clothes, supports the polished man campaign and paints his nails like!!! Listens to all sorts of music, enjoys rock music, loves to experiment with his style and hair, loves trying new things, just look back at inception era where he asked to wear a skirt for performances bc he thought it looked pretty moving while he danced just! Hongjoong has a very beautiful personality that i love to see because he is unapologetically him. And in an industry where it’s hard to be an individual and where it’s hard to let your own colors shine through whether it be because of pressures from companies/group image/so on so forth. I’ve always stood by the fact that KQ does really well with letting the boys do individual things and be individuals as well as have a say in what the plans are for their image, but it really shines through in hongjoong.

He’s a person who has his own color and his own sort of image that i feel lucky to look at bc it’s so special and unique and wonderful to see!! I feel that way constantly when i look at ateez and i think that’s why i love ateez so much and why they’re my ult alongside shinee bc there is so much individual color and personality and i adore getting to see that because people in general fascinate me that way.

There’s always a lot of jokes about hongjoong’s scorpio tendencies shining through but even beyond those jokes, he really lets us see parts of himself that are both intriguing and beautiful to see. I mentioned this the other night to a friend but while he was live, you could physically see the way he brightened when talking about music and when sharing his music, sharing the things he worked on, songs he enjoys, and when he talks about music, you can see that passion and love in his face. Same with when he talked about his tattoo, you could see in his face how much it means to him and how much thought he put into it, and how special it was for him to talk about it even with language barriers. Personalities are something that don’t need a language to see and perceive, and i’m always very careful to talk about idols’ personalities because you never know which parts are real and which parts are what they want us to see but seeing how clear hongjoong’s passion and adoration for music is is something so blatant to me. Like it’s just something i see every time he talks about music and every time he’s live and it’s so beautiful and special to see.

I’m a person who gets motivated when i see other people motivated and that’s primarily why i see hongjoong as such a huge source of inspiration and motivation because listening to people talk about the things they love makes me feel happy and encouraged. I love seeing the joy in people’s bodies and faces when they get happy, i love seeing people full of life and joy, i adore seeing them talk about their dreams and aspirations because you can see how determined and how meaningful something is to a person that way, and that’s something i see in hongjoong so much.

Hongjoong is someone who values art and all forms, and he’s someone who finds beauty and inspiration in all sorts of things. That’s something i try to do in my life but it’s hard and i struggle and sometimes i get it right and sometimes i don’t, and yaknow maybe we’re not supposed to get it right all the time, but i love getting to see hongjoong’s creative process and just listen to him talk about the things he finds inspiration in. Really honestly and truly getting to see people do what they love brings me more joy than i can put into words. There is something so special about it, and i feel it when i watch hongjoong perform because you can see how much every part of the stage and performance means to him even if it’s just 3 minutes and even if it’s something where he’s not front and center. Hongjoong doesn’t have to be the forefront of something to give his all and i think that speaks volumes to how much he wants to be on stage and how much it means to him

Then anOTHER thing i love about hongjoong because i could just talk for hours at this rate. Bc im emo and im in my feels so much i think about how sometimes it really seems like hongjoong was made to lead ateez. You could put 100000 people in a room and give me a list of qualifications and reasons why these 100000 people would be better leaders and i would still pick hongjoong because there is something so inherent in him about being the leader of ateez that shines through so much. The way he talks about ateez, the members, the things he does for them, the work he puts in because he wants them to succeed together. He talks about looking at their faces before going to sleep, not wanting to release a mixtape because he wants to share his music through ateez, he calls them kids, he wouldn’t post selfies so that we would focus on the other members’ teaser photos, he pushes them and encourages them to try new things and do new things, there is so so much he does for them and there are so many ways in which hongjoong loves ateez, just so many ways he cares for them and adores them even when he has that tsundere image, you can clearly see how much they mean to him and how much value he puts in those relationships with them

But yeah so anyways i’m gonna cut myself short good god this is oafiejrogbjieon so long already BYE this is embarrassing im so tired tho im gonna go sleep and probably forget i a) wrote this and b) posted this HTRWEFSFKHDLKFH yall know how it is pls dont ROAST ME for GUSHING just yeah if i could say one thing to hongjoong and only one thing like only one chance to say something i would genuinely thank him for being a person who inspires me and for sharing his passions with us i think that sharing your passions the way he does is so special and touching and yeah god im about to ramble again pls caly stop

#GOODNIGHT #jk i need to message joong on universe first #theN GOODNIGHT

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seyaryminamoto · 5 years ago

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I feel like i'm gonna regret asking this but what is hiby

Oh. Ohohoho, oh. I recently answered this to someone else (not on this blog), I suppose there are so many newcomers in this fandom lately that HIBY has become slightly less known than it used to be.

HIBY stands for How I Became Yours, the most polemic and catastrophic fancomic in the history of the Avatar franchise. If you thought any of the official comics were problematic in any sense, woah boy, they’re goddamn flawless masterpieces compared to this thing.

Every possible angle of HIBY is problematic. Spot-on accusations of tracing were the main reason why Deviantart took down Jackie Diaz’s profile and comic from their platform. I heard Nickelodeon also got involved legally, not 100% sure on that front, but if true, they cracked down on her because she attempted to profit off this clunky mess of an inconsistent story by claiming it was somehow an official sequel to ATLA. To clarify, this last thing is something I was told, I can’t find actual sources to confirm it… so maybe I heard an exaggerated account of the tale of HIBY and it never went that far. Nevertheless, this comic didn’t need to escalate into a legal problem to be absolutely abhorrent.

In regards of art, HIBY somehow keeps discarding the asian-inspired setting seen throughout ATLA and instead favors showing the characters in European castles and outfits that don’t fit anywhere within ATLA’s world at all:

Katara is basically wearing a red version of Belle’s dress from Beauty and the Beast, if I’m not mistaken. The architecture of the place they’re at is so European it’s baffling (if I’m not mistaken, this is supposed to be Toph’s family’s house :’D). Also, it’s blatantly obvious that the background is a photograph, so she could’ve just as easily looked for photos of asian locations instead, but she picked european architecture because yes. Yet more blows against the possible artistic merits someone could offer this comic (if there’s any).

Now, though, the BIGGEST problem in HIBY is, of course, the story:

To recap: ATLA ends with Aang and Katara kissing at Ba Sing Se. Whatever problems someone may have with their relationship, or Mai and Zuko’s, or Sokka and Suki’s, it’s unquestionable that those three ships were canon by the end of the show.

Jackie Diaz’s SEQUEL COMIC doesn’t acknowledge this finale: somehow, Aang is in love with Toph but they’re not together despite there’s literally NOTHING in their way, since Aang and Katara weren’t together at all, according to Diaz. And Katara? Oh, she’s pining endlessly over Zuko, who somehow married Mai…

… Despite wanting Katara too.

… Despite he literally knocked up Katara back when the war was ending, which resulted in a miscarriage because of Mai’s wicked schemes~~!!

Can someone please explain to me in what world does it make sense for Zuko, FIRE LORD ZUKO, to be in a relationship with someone he doesn’t want, when the person he does want is RIGHT THERE, AVAILABLE, when there’s no real political consequences to ANYTHING that happens in this comic? You could say “oh no the Fire Nation people wouldn’t accept a Water Tribe woman…” … but then Zuko ends up with Katara anyways and the only problem is that Mai wants to kill them for that :’) so… no excuse works.

Basically there’s no real plot, the whole thing boils down to “I want these ships to happen and I need them to face hardships even if they don’t make sense”. The main hardship is that Mai doesn’t want her HUSBAND to carry out an affair with Katara. Zuko’s response to Mai’s obvious and reasonable complaint about their illicit relationship is to TURN VIOLENT WITH HER. And he’s the good guy :’)

Mai has a non-existent older brother Sho, who looks like a BLEACH character with Ozai’s hairstyle, and together they will try to kill Katara because, welp, someone has to give them trouble, I guess. In all fairness, the only character with a relatively logical flow of thought in this damn trainwreck is Mai. I mean, “my piece of shit husband married me for political clout, got his mistress pregnant, I didn’t want the kid to be a problem for me so I induced a miscarriage in Katara by poisoning her, probs just wanted Katara dead altogether but whatever, I only got the kid. Then Zuko threw me away despite I’m his legal wife and I’m really pissed about it so I want Katara dead” is the smartest writing in this entire comic. And no, that’s not a compliment, it’s still stupid as fuck but that’s how much more stupid everything else is.

So, the happy couples are, like I said, Zuko and Katara, who get together despite Zuko is married to Mai, Aang and Toph, who somehow weren’t together despite there’s nothing in the way, AAAND…

… Sokka and fake!Azula. Because I refuse to acknowledge that thing as the Princess we all love and adore.

Frankly, I consider it a miracle that HIBY didn’t destroy our ship completely when it was posted online, seeing as it was amongst the most talked-about fanmade content in Avatar’s fandom at the time. If people no longer associate Sokkla with HIBY immediately, we’ve definitely done a good job saving our poor ship’s face and showing it’s got a fuckton of potential compared to the shitfest that comic portrayed.

Why is Sokkla so problematic in HIBY? Because of fake!Azula, of course. Why is she fake!Azula? Because she’s got plot-convenient amnesia! Turns out that, for some reason, Azula forgot all the events from ATLA (let’s be real, so did Jackie Diaz so it’s not just her) and she shows up in this comic as a completely different character, so much that, upon hearing about the TERRIBLE THINGS SHE DID AND WAS, her reaction is…:

Fascinating, am I right? :’D She’s nice, sweet, shy and as good as brain-dead. And as she’s so sweet and cute now, somehow that becomes absolutely appealing for Sokka. And he falls for her, she falls for him, they bang dramatically, and so on and so forth…

Eventually Azula sacrifices herself in the final battle when Mai and her brother try to kill everyone and oh no! Sokka’s love interest dies again! Such a shocker, however, that Sokka goes to the Spirit World to save her, and unlike Iroh he succeeds… but what does Azula look like post-Spirit World shenanigans?

… Yeah, okay, fake!Azula calling anyone her “little angels” is just proof of how IC she is, if you had any doubts still.

But isn’t it FUNNY. Isn’t it HILARIOUS. That Azula not only undergoes an atom-deep brainwipe that turns her into a flat non-character, but that after dying she’s revived with WHITE HAIR, dressed in blue clothes and whatnot…?

My interpretation, and honestly, I don’t know if there’s any other possible interpretation… Jackie Diaz wanted Sokka to be with Yue :’) She fucking wrecked Azula’s character to turn her into a fake!Azula, who would eventually turn into fake!Yue after being resurrected because oh that’s just perfect to close off Sokka’s storyline, isn’t it? Only, he’s not with Yue nor with Azula because it’s neither of them. Just as it isn’t really Sokka either, or Katara, or Zuko or Aang or Toph.

Now, revisiting this trainwreck, there is a throwaway line where Ty Lee, in her (I think) only appearance in the story tells Katara that Suki and Sokka broke up. So um, Suki does exist, officially, in this comic, and she did date Sokka but it ended, and she’s back in Kyoshi Island with her team.

Which elicits the question… why the fuck is she Mai’s maid?

I assure you, if you decide to delve deeper into this mess, you’ll absolutely find a lot more things to laugh about, to be outraged about, and to facepalm about while you wonder how on earth would someone, ANYONE, create something like this and not die of cringe looking at the finished product. It’s baffling to me.

At any rate, if you’d like to torture your own eyeballs reading this comic for yourself, there’s a Tumblr blog that gathered HIBY perfectly neatly for all curious eyes eager to torture themselves with this OOC fest. If you want more details than I care to remember about this catastrophic mess of a story, there’s always the TV Tropes page, which I think illustrates everything rather well.

So… that’s HIBY. While I don’t think it should be sentenced to oblivion (we had best never forget the lowest lows the fandom has reached, else someone might be tempted to outdo them), this particular fanwork is quite the trainwreck in just about every regard. I really don’t think there’s anything worth salvaging in it. So, if you wanna read the whole thing (I’d be surprised if you would xD), knock yourself out in the blog link I posted up there. Otherwise, have a nice day if you still can after reading my answer to your ask :’D

#anon #hiby #granted by the time I arrived here #this shitshow had already been done and gone for a while #so I had to ask too #but I saw more signs of it than I suspect most people do these days #which is honestly... a wonder #I'm happy for it #let the fandom be cleansed of the dark stain that is this garbage comic

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nekumiko · 4 years ago

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Colors

Fandom: Daiya no Ace

Genre: Romance

Rated: T

Words: 9, 024

Series: Colors

Summary: She’s fascinated with his hair. Just his hair. But Ryousuke finds it invasive, and of course he won’t let her off that easily.

Chapter Seven: Jealousy (but not just Ryousuke’s)

If there is one thing you must know about Kominato Ryousuke, it's that he cherishes his family. Ever since his first year in Seidou - the first time he’s lived away from them - he’s been using the phone installed at the back of the dorms every once in a while to call his parents. But he'd only ask about life back home and about his brother (now, though, Ryousuke is the one who updates them about Haruichi). When he is asked about his day, he would answer, but would keep it brief. And unless he would talk about the schedule of their official games, he never initiates a topic about himself.

Except for tonight, even if he’s not enthusiastic about the reaction he’d get.

"I must be keeping you from practicing,” his mother says from the other line. “Just always take care of each other, okay? 'Kaasan and 'Tousan miss you and Haruichi a lot!"

"Okay." Then, with a practiced, casual tone, Ryousuke adds, "By the way, I've got a girlfriend now."

His mother gasps. "What?” Ryousuke swears she could hear her smile as she repeats, “A girlfriend?"

He then moves the receiver away from his ear to save himself from his mother’s squeals.

"Ryou-chan has a girlfriend now!" she practically sings. "I’m so proud!”

“‘Kaasan…”

“My eldest son is really so manly~”

“Please stop.”

“I can't wait to tell 'Tousan! Why is he taking so long in the shower?"

"I'm sure he and all our neighbors have already heard you." He smirks. "Okay, that's all. Good night, ‘Kaasan."

"What? So soon? But you can't just drop big news like that and leave!"

"But weren't you saying goodbye earlier?"

"Ryou-chan!"

Ryousuke chuckles. "I'll tell you more about her next time. I have to do a few more swings before bed."

"Hmph. Fine. Good night."

"Yeah, good night." Ryousuke hangs up with a relieved sigh. At least that’s out of the way.

It's only been a week and a half since he asked Aya out, but letting his parents know about her doesn’t sound so bad. Besides, it’s an important life update, isn’t it?

A smile creeps up on his face once again. The fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he thinks about Aya resurfaces. He takes a deep breath to keep it from overwhelming him, yet the smile remains. Okay. Now, we practice. He then turns around to go back to the indoor gym.

Haruichi stands there, dazed.

Ryousuke immediately sets his mouth back to a thin line. "Haruichi."

"Aniki…"

A silent moment passes.

And then Ryousuke clears his throat. "You should've taken the phone from me. 'Kaasan was so heartbroken because you never call."

"Eh?" Haruichi startles at the change of subject. "I-I was about to, though…" he trails off, awkwardly crossing his arms in front of him.

Easily recognizing Haruichi's stance, Ryousuke relaxes his shoulders and puts his hands in his pockets with a defeated sigh. He would not let this go anyway.

"Is it true?" the younger Kominato finally asks, his cheeks turning pink. "Th-that Aniki has a girlfriend?"

Ryousuke stares at his brother silently for a few seconds, before smirking and stepping closer to him. Then he karate-chops the top of Haruichi's head. "Eavesdropper."

"I didn't mean to!" Haruichi, with his hands soothing the top of his head, turns in his spot as Ryousuke walks away. "I really was just about to use the phone!"

Ryousuke playfully waves his brother off, but before he rounds the corner, he stops and looks back. And with the slyest tone he could muster, he says, "Don't get a girlfriend just because I have one now, though."

"What?" Haruichi's blush turns a deeper shade. "Of course I won't!"

"Haruichi!" A girl struggling with three canned drinks and her school bag catches up to the pink-haired first-year the next day.

Haruichi bows in greeting. "Good morning… uh, Aya-san."

Aya finally reaches his side, a look of confusion on her face. "Hmm? What's with the hesitation?"

"N-nothing!"

"Okay…” Aya shifts her belongings to hold up a yellow can. “Hey, are you up for lemon soda? I got lucky in the vending machine today. But I already got drinks for Kazuya and me, so…"

With an uneasy smile, Haruichi takes the free drink (that's more on forced into his hand). "Thank you, um, Aya-san."

The girl raises an eyebrow in suspicion and slight worry as they start walking.

Haruichi's discomfort matches the color of the lemon beverage's can.

Does he want to talk about something? Or did I do something wrong?

Haruichi clears his throat just then. "Um, this is very sudden, but what would you like me to call you now? I've been thinking of 'Neesan,' or if I should match it with Aniki's and call you 'Aneki.'"

Her eyes widen. "This is a surprise." Then she turns away to continue in a rehearsed, calm tone, "But what does your brother have to do with this?"

"Huh? I just heard that he has a girlfriend now."

That makes Aya stop in her tracks, bewilderedly staring at the boy's profile.

Haruichi pauses as well to look back at her. "Aya-san?"

She glances around. Okay, no one seems to have heard. She then pulls him to the side (as best as she could with all the items in her hands). "You've heard. Like from rumors, or from Ry- Kominato-san himself? Has he been telling people?"

"I, uh, just overheard his phone call to our parents last night."

"Your parents?" Aya exclaims. She looks down at her feet and mutters, "He's already gone that far?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Huh?” Aya looks back up at him and laughs nervously. “Nothing! I mean, who cares if he tells everyone about his girlfriend?"

Haruichi gasps, and then his shoulders noticeably sag. "So it's not you?"

The sight makes Aya's heart crack. "W-what makes me the first one you'd think of, anyway?"

He shrugs. "Well, a lot of things. Aside from the seniors, you're the person who's around him the most."

Oh. Of course. He has a Ryousuke radar. How could I forget?

"You also talk about and act as if you've known him for a long time." The signature pink finally dusts his cheeks. "D-do you remember the first time we met at the train station? When you mistook me for him… I mean, I think friends - or more than friends - greet each other like that when they meet up, right?"

Haruichi, I tripped at that time.

"Ah, and you also said Aniki isn't really as harsh as he puts himself out to be. That must mean you've grown close enough to notice that."

I just followed Ryou around a little too much…

"And you draw him a lot, too."

Aya blinks. "Wow, so even Haruichi thinks my drawings are declarations of love."

Haruichi only gives her a sad smile. "Well, I'm very sorry for mistaking you for—"

Aya cuts him off with a giggle. No one can really get past this guy when it comes to his brother. She manages to hold an index finger up to her lips. "Ssssh. Just keep it down, Haruichi."

He then almost blinds her with a smile brighter than the sunshine piercing through the school windows. "Wow. So I’m right?”

Aya nods.

Haruichi chuckles. “That's a relief. I uh, kinda don't want anyone else to be my older sister."

"Older… sister…" Aya repeats, inwardly gasping as she remembers why they are having this conversation in the first place.

"So… about my question…"

"Uh, well, it's up to you! 'Neesan' is sweet, but 'Aneki' is cool. It all depends on how you see me as an… older sister."

Haruichi's smile grows wider as he nods, oblivious to her racing thoughts. "Okay, I'll think about it. See you later!"

Aya watches the boy run excitedly to his class, his pink hair matching the blush on her cheeks. Of course Haruichi would think like that. If your sibling gets a significant other, you'd have to treat them like your own sibling too, right? She chuckles helplessly to herself. These brothers act fast…

"Your Kominato is right here, not over there," a voice suddenly speaks in her ear.

Aya gasps, feeling her heart on her throat. She turns to see the only other pink-haired student smirking down at her.

"What? Being called 'oneesan' sounds so appealing to you?"

“…How did you know that’s what we’re talking about?”

“I just figured he’d ask that, now that he knows.”

They also know each other too well. She straightens up to compose herself. And then she eyes him suspiciously. She wouldn't be surprised if Ryousuke had been going around telling everyone about their relationship. After all, he is the embodiment of his seemingly-favorite color – the color of jealousy. Oh. What if he likes yellow exactly because of that? "Aside from your brother, have you already told anyone in school about… us?"

Ryousuke slightly frowns in confusion. "No."

Her jaw drops open. "But you told your parents already?"

"I don't see anything wrong with that," Ryousuke nonchalantly replies with a shrug.

"But… but it's too early! And it's usually the other way around! Your friends first before your parents."

"And where did you even get that idea? From shoujo manga?"

She pouts. "You should've at least let me know first."

Ryousuke smiles apologetically. "Alright, I'm sorry. But what's done is done. My mom was actually very happy about it. She would’ve suggested I introduce you to her already if I didn’t cut the call early."

“She would do that?”

“I wouldn’t put it past her. But we don’t have to go back to Kanagawa until after Nationals, right? So don’t think about that for now.” He then takes her school bag from her. "Here, I'll walk you to class."

"Oi, Ryousuke!" Isashiki Jun jogs up to the boy, with Masuko trailing behind him. But his grin vanishes when he spots Aya. He then turns to his friend with a reprimanding scowl. "Hey now, aren't you too old to go this far?"

"Huh?"

"I know you two are always at odds with each other, but if you're going to get physical now, it's time to stop."

"Uga!" Masuko says in agreement.

"What the heck are you talking about?" Ryousuke asks, growing irritated.

Aya looks back and forth between them, and then at the second- and third-years whispering and giving her and Ryousuke odd looks as they pass by. Are people still under the impression that we'd fight whenever we meet? Aya internally smirks. That's good, then. "I appreciate the concern, Isashiki-san, Masuko-san," she says as she pries her bag from Ryousuke's hand. "But Kominato-san isn't bullying me! He's just turning over a new leaf and attempting a rare act of kindness."

"What?" Ryousuke now turns to her in disbelief.

And that's when Aya realizes she’d just made a grave mistake. She gulps, and then manages to smile. "Anyway, thank you for the offer, Kominato-san!" She bows quickly before backing up towards the nearby stairs. "But I can manage this! I-I'll get going now!" She then dashes up the steps and into 2-B's room.

"About time the princess arrived~" Miyuki grabs his energy drink from her hands when she approaches.

As usual, Kuramochi has been sitting at her desk to talk to Miyuki, so he stands up to give Aya her rightful space. But not without sparing the panting girl a curious look. "Have you been running? There's still plenty of time before the first class."

She slumps in her seat. "Oh, he is going to kill me."

"Who? Ryou-san?"

Aya groans. “Yes.”

Kuramochi grins teasingly. "But haven't you two been lovey-dovey lately? Because you're apparently his girlfriend now?"

"I'm serious, Kuramochi."

The boy loses his smile. "Oh, you really are. What happened?"

Miyuki, on the other hand, laughs as he opens his canned drink. "Congratulations, Aya!" She pats her back quite harshly. "You're his girlfriend, though, so maybe he'd go easy on you."

"Hey, Miyuki!" Kuramochi warns as the brunette drinks. "This isn't the time!"

Miyuki then almost spits out his drink and makes a disgusted face. He taps the girl's shoulder with the can. "Oi, Aya. This has gotten warm now."

Aya grits her teeth and grabs the can. "I am never buying you a drink again, Bakazuya."

Someone knocks on the Art Club's door later that day.

The third-year club president opens it. "Kominato-kun?" She looks behind her before subtly blocking Ryousuke's view of the room. "What brings you here?"

"I came for Aya. Is she still in there?"

"Did he just call her by first name?" another member runs up to the door with a huge grin on her face.

The club president ignores her and instead eyes Ryousuke suspiciously. "Makoto-chan? Why are you looking for her? What did she do this time?"

"I'm supposed to pick her up and walk her home."

Collective gasps are heard from inside the usually quiet room.

"I knew it!" someone shouts. "You really are a thing!"

"Oh?" Ryousuke tries to look behind the (taller) girl still blocking the door. "So she hasn't told even the club she hides in." Even if she’s the one who said I should’ve told my friends first.

"She's pretty secretive," the club president says, shrugging.

"I guess that's why she chose this club." Ryousuke gives an innocent smile. "If, for some reason, I’m not allowed to enter, then can you just get her for me?"

She laughs. "Nah, come on in. I guess she should be punished for keeping such juicy news from us." She then steps aside to open the door wider, revealing the back of the room.

The art club has apparently been using the back wall as a place to hang up their members’ framed artworks. And the first thing Ryousuke notices is Aya's famous drawing of his double play from a game one year ago, hung in the middle of it all. And in every row, more drawings of him almost outnumber the other club members’ work.

"She's over here!"

Ryousuke turns around to see a member waving at him from the center of the room.

The tables and chairs have been pushed aside to create a large space, where the club members are hunched over an unfinished banner. And there she is, the only passed out person on the floor.

"Senpai!" A first-year sitting beside Aya pokes her cheek. "It's time to pay for your sins."

Aya merely flicks the hand away and stays asleep. With the amount of commotion around her, it has to be considered amazing.

Ryousuke almost smiles fondly. He kneels beside her to gently shake her shoulder.

It’s only then that she opens her eyes. A small, confused frown mars her peaceful expression. "Ryou?"

Ignoring the sudden skip in his heartbeat, Ryousuke carefully pulls her up by the arm. "What are you doing down there? Are you that sleep-deprived?"

Aya successfully sits up with his help, but her eyes close again and she falls forward, holding onto his arm and laying her head on his shoulder.

It is important to note that Ryousuke is willing himself not to pull her closer, nor to even blush.

She yawns as she replies, "I'm doing the good luck banner for Nationals. I'm supposed to be an assistant like the rest of the juniors, but the seniors assigned me to lead the project because of my apparent attachment to the team. Don't you think that's unfair? I just accepted a new batch of commissions the other day!"

Still trying to keep his calm, he smirks. "This side of you is adorable, Aya, but I don't think you should be saying all that in front of them."

"Them?" Aya repeats. She opens her eyes again and lifts her head to see the club members watching. Aya then immediately moves away. "W-what are you doing here, Kominato-san?"

She barely witnesses Ryousuke's smile turn upside down before two club members squeal and jump on her.

"You don't need to be so stressed," Ryousuke says as they walk out of the school doors, her bag in his hand.

"I just complained about my seniors in front of their faces. How can I not be stressed?"

"Ah, so that's what you're worried about."

Aya looks at him. "What else is there?"

"Are you being bullied, Aya? I already know that you like to draw me, but I'd think they're making fun of you by framing and hanging all those up."

"I-I just like to draw you…" Aya gasps. "Oh no, you saw all that too." She whines as she covers her face with her hands. Her voice muffled, she continues, "Now you know how much I like you."

Ryousuke's face immediately warms up. "Wha-"

"You're going to call me a stalker again," Aya adds in a softer and more worried tone, her hands moving to now only cover her red cheeks. Yet she stays oblivious to the boy's reaction.

Secretly sighing in relief, Ryousuke clears his throat to compose himself. "No, I won't. I promised I wouldn't call you that anymore, didn't I?" And then he starts walking again. "Because I do know we've agreed to go by first names."

Aya drops her hands and stares at him.

The afternoon sunlight hits his toned back, bathing him in the color of betrayal. Noticing she hasn't caught up, he pauses to look over his shoulder. "Hey, come on."

Aya hurries to his side, fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. A yellow card. It's only been more than a week and I already caused a yellow card.

They continue walking in silence. The quiet street with only a few people passing by amplifies her unease.

"Hey," Ryousuke finally says, "sorry, that's out of line. Maybe you just aren't used to it yet. So it's okay. I won't force you."

"Is it really okay? I think it was really rude of me to just… drop you."

"Well… yeah."

Aya wrings her hands together. "I'm sorry too."

"It’s kind of my fault, too. I guess I am going about this too fast."

"Hmm, it's not exactly that. It did surprise me, but I think it's sweet that you and even Haruichi are already thinking of me as family."

"Then what's up?"

"I think I just… want to stay low-key? You saw how my clubmates reacted. I don't want everyone else suddenly cooing at me and at the development in our relationship."

Ryousuke looks back down at her. "So that's why."

Aya nods, smiling nervously up at him.

That makes him smile reassuringly. "Okay. I can live with that."

"Thank you."

He then smirks. "Besides, you'll be the first one to slip up anyway."

Aya groans. "Oh, I already kind of did with Kazuya and Mochi, and now they won't let me live it down."

"'Mochi?'"

"Huh?"

"Who is that?"

"Uh, your partner in the field? Seidou's shortstop, Kuramochi? Oh my god, does no one else call him that?"

"Hehh?" he says in his characteristic teasing tone even as he turns away from her. "A nickname." His hand starts to ball into a fist. "To think you insist on being formal with me but have nicknames for other guys."

Aya giggles before grabbing his hand, pulling them both to a stop. "Ryou."

“Now you call me that?”

Aya opens his fist to intertwine her smaller hand into his. And then she brings their joined hands to her lips to lightly kiss each of his knuckles.

Ryousuke freezes, his own lips parting open.

"Don't be jealous, please? Just think of it like this. Since we're laying low for a while, I'll call you 'Ryou' when it's just the two of us." She steps closer to him to look into his eyes. "Isn't that more intimate?"

He gulps and looks away. "Just drop his nickname."

"Permanently? But he's one of my best friends."

Ryousuke sighs, looking back down at her. "Then at least when you talk about him to me." Not like you should even be, though.

"Okay." She stands up on her toes to kiss his cheek. "Are we good now?"

Ryousuke feels like his soul had flown out of his body. He takes a deep breath to calm down, and then touches his forehead with hers. “You know, you missed.”

Aya pushes back from him with a laugh. “And you know what? I’m finally here!” She takes her bag from him and walks backwards to her apartment building's entrance. “Thanks for walking me home again, Ryou. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He could only chuckle in reply. The afternoon sunlight now falls on the side of his face, but this time, it makes him glow with joy.

"Ryousuke!" Isashiki's voice rings through the team's own mess hall the next day at breakfast.

"So loud in the morning," the pink-haired teen mutters, taking his seat at the seniors' usual table.

"You disappeared again after practice. Don't tell me you were out with your girlfriend!"

He picks his chopsticks up. "I was."

The place falls silent. A tray even falls to the floor.

"Th-that joke's old!" Jun replies. "It won't work on me anymore!"

He swallows his first bite. "Oh? But I'm not kidding this time."

Heads turn to the next best source of information: Kominato Haruichi.

The poor boy startles and looks to his brother for help. "A-Aniki…"

Ryousuke chuckles. "She wants to stay low-key, though. Maybe you're scaring her off, Jun?"

"Shut up! I won't believe it until I see it!"

He shrugs. "Suit yourself."

From the other table, Kuramochi asks, "But Ryou-san, won't your favorite artist get jealous?"

'Mochi.' Ryousuke had expected he'd be annoyed when he sees his underclassman, but now he realizes the nickname's a bit funny. He gives a strained smile to stifle a laugh. "Why would she be jealous of herself?"

"Who?" Jun asks.

"Just shut up." Ryousuke resumes eating, but continues to watch Aya's classmates from his peripheral.

Kuramochi laughs heartily as he nudges the bespectacled catcher sitting beside him.

Miyuki loses his smile.

Jealousy, Aya discovers, comes unexpectedly in different kinds.

She had heard that dating someone from the baseball team is hard because he'd have almost no time for you. And that being in a relationship with someone from a different grade often leads to clashes in schedule.

Now, Aya has to deal with both.

They can’t meet after morning practices. The boys have to freshen up before proceeding to morning classes, so the best interaction she and Ryousuke would have are discreet smiles whenever he would spot her watching outside the field.

They can’t meet during lunch breaks. Recently, Miyuki has been ordering from her more often, and because that’s the only time she could sit down and talk with her cousin now, she stays and eats with him.

And during weekends, it’s either they are both studying for finals or Ryousuke has extra practice.

Aya would always have to wait for afternoon practice to end. It’s either she could be found sketching on a bench outside the practice field, or in her club room every other day when the art club is scheduled to meet. Then, they would take a detour to non-crowded streets on the way to Aya's apartment building, just to avoid getting seen by anyone from school as they hold hands or simply walk closer than normal friends would.

This has gone on for two weeks.

We’re nearing a month into this relationship now. Aya presses closer to Field A’s fence. I did say I want him to focus on Nationals, but now… She heaves a deep sigh to temporarily get rid of her thoughts and refocus on the morning practice.

At the moment, Haruichi is on a roll in a batting cage while his older brother watches.

The competition for the jersey numbers is still fierce, especially with the second baseman brothers. Haruichi's progressive skills make him a likely candidate for the roster. But as long as Ryousuke is in the team, Haruichi couldn’t play unless Ryousuke gets subbed out. And would Ryousuke even allow that?

But looking at her boyfriend's back, Aya could sense a faint yellow aura. The color of caution, of warning signs. Even if he hides it well, she knows Ryousuke is threatened by his prodigy brother.

Alas, Ryousuke picks up his bat to head towards another batting cage. But not without stopping in his tracks to look straight at Aya.

Again. He knows I've been here all this time. This has been happening more often now.

Ryousuke then breaks into a grin.

It's like… a sunflower drawn to his sun. Feeling her cheeks warm up, Aya smiles back and gives a shy wave.

Ryousuke nods as a silent morning greeting before continuing on his way.

Time may be Aya's enemy right now, but she has to admit that these limited moments they share, no matter how small, leaves her glowing with happiness that's as bright as the summer days.

The next day, the students receive the results of their final exams.

“As expected!” Aya almost shoves her graded papers in Miyuki’s face. “You can never score higher than me. So I still won’t make your lunch for free!”

Miyuki sighs defeatedly. “Aren’t creative people supposed to be creative only?”

Aya gasps. “Then sporty people should only be sporty too!” She smirks. “Then again, you suck at other sports besides baseball, so I can’t really call you a sports guy.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m surprised, Aya,” Kuramochi says with a teasing grin. He distributes among their trio the lunchboxes Aya had made for them. “Having a boyfriend aside from being busy with your commissions still doesn’t stop you?”

Aya suddenly turns back to her desk to put her papers back. She mutters, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, Kuramochi,” Miyuki says quietly, opening his lunchbox. “She doesn’t know what you’re talking about.”

Kuramochi scoffs. “Maybe if you let her go on lunch dates every once in a while…”

Aya freezes and looks up at her cousin.

Miyuki gives their friend a deadpan stare.

“Wow, Kazuya,” Aya says. She smiles mischievously. “So that’s what this is all about.”

He turns to his food and picks up his chopsticks. “No. I just wanted to have good meals this season.”

“Sure you do~”

He looks up at her. “What am I keeping you here for, Aya? You don’t have someone else to meet during lunch, do you? You said you don’t have a boyfriend, right?”

Kuramochi nudges his arm. “Hey.”

Aya blinks. “R-right. Yeah. I don’t have one.” She lightly hits Kuramochi’s arm. “Stop making issues.”

Kuramochi rolls his eyes. “You two really are a family.”

“You got the no. 4 jersey!”

“Yeah.”

“And I got the highest test results in our class!”

“Really? Congrats.”

“And Haruichi got included in the roster! What’s his jersey number?”

“…19.”

Aya squeals. “This is really a good day!” And then she sighs. “Except for Kazuya being too weird again.”

Ryousuke stifles his own sigh. “Really? I haven’t heard about this yet.”

She purses her lips. “Did you tell him something?”

“No. We don’t really talk outside of practice.”

“It’s just… whenever Mo-" she clears her throat as Ryousuke lightly scoffs, "whenever Kuramochi would start teasing me about having a boyfriend, Kazuya would suddenly get annoyed. He’s not even subtle about it, which means he must be really pissed. And I don’t understand because he used to always tease me about you! But now that we’re actually a couple…"

Ryousuke hums in thought. “I didn’t take him to be the overprotective type.”

“Overprotective?” Aya frowns. “But he already knows you, so what is there to be fussy about? Would you be the same if Haruichi gets into a relationship?”

"I wonder. But it's not like that's on his mind right now, though."

"Yeah, because you could totally tell." And then she stops walking. “Wait, is this a new detour? I think this is the opposite way from my apartment.”

“Yeah, it is. I’m not taking you home yet.”

Aya gasps in fake horror. “Is this what Kazuya is protecting me from?”

Ryousuke chuckles before taking her hand as they round the corner. “If he doesn’t want you to be happy, then I guess it is.”

They stop in front of a café Aya had once mentioned wanting to visit.

Now, Aya gasps in actual shock. “Ryou…”

“It’s a weekday so I don’t want us to be out late, but we’ve been together for one month now. I at least want to celebrate that.”

She tears her gaze away from the establishment and up towards Ryousuke. “You remembered.”

“Of course I would.” He tucks a stray hair behind her ear. “Especially since you’ve been really pouty these past few days. Are you sure you still want to keep this a secret? Because this prevents you from spending all your free time with me, so now you’re missing me too much.”

Aya feels her cheeks warm up, though she’s not sure if it’s out of embarrassment for being too obvious, or because she suddenly finds that cockiness… attractive.

He gestures with his head towards the door. “Shall we?”

Aya nods. “O-okay.”

As Ryousuke leads them inside, only one thought crosses his mind. Now, please stop talking about other guys when we’re together.

Today is the last day of school for students without club activities this summer. It is also the day after Seidou had triumphed over Maimon West in their first qualifying match.

The sun shines bright through the windows, seemingly giving spotlight to the third-year starters - Yuuki Tetsuya, Masuko Tooru, Isashiki Jun, and Kominato Ryousuke - as they walk through the hallways. Their fellow third-years crowd around them, congratulating them and promising to watch the next games.

Aya smiles proudly. Aside from the resounding cheers from upstairs, she had also spotted freshmen cheerleaders peeking into Class 1-B earlier, most likely spying on the two of the three first-year players yesterday.

This game had not only showcased Seidou’s powerful batting lineup, but also officially debuted the first-year players - Furuya Satoru, Sawamura Eijun, and of course, Kominato Haruichi.

If they get fangirls, that would mean more commission requests, right?

But then she reaches a classroom that apparently has another kind of commotion.

Kuramochi is once again shouting at Miyuki's face as he holds the catcher by the collar, while Miyuki only laughs off everything the enraged boy says.

"They're fighting again?” a female classmate asks. “But they're always together."

"They don't have any friends," another replies.

"They have Makoto-san, though," a third classmate adds, following it with a giggle.

"I can hear you, you know," Aya says from the doorway.

"Oh!" the same classmate exclaims, and then smiles sheepishly. "Good morning, Makoto-san! Do you think you could break them up again?"

Aya sighs. This is certainly a sad reputation. She marches up to the two. "Hey, Mochi! I see you’re still overflowing with adrenaline from yesterday’s game."

The boys look at her in sync.

"But I need to take my seat now, so please…?"

"Tch." Kuramochi's frown stays, but he lets go and walks away without another word.

"What is it this time?" Aya asks, hanging her bag on the hook at her desk.

"It's nothing," Miyuki answers with a chuckle, fixing his uniform.

Aya sits down sideways and props an arm on her backrest to keep slightly facing him. "Sure it is. Good thing you have me, the saving grace of this trio of loners."

"I don't know, Aya." Miyuki props his chin on his hand as he leans forward on his desk. "Are you sure you're still one?"

Aya raises a brow. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Miyuki heaves a big sigh and sits back on his chair. "You're really gonna keep that act up, huh?"

“Oh, Kazuya. You’re just like me. You're in denial.”

“Of what?”

“Of being jealous of someone taking your cousin’s time away from you. Not like there’s much to begin with, though.”

“So you’re basically admitting.”

Aya shrugs. “No point in lying to you now, so you might as well come clean too.” She smirks.

Just then, the bell rings. The students start to move back to their desks.

Miyuki smirks back at her. “Whaaat? I can’t hear you over the bell!”

Aya rolls her eyes before sitting properly, just as the teacher enters the room.

Seidou plays against Murata East the next day, and it ends as another called game after Captain Yuuki hits a homerun.

Outside, Aya waits among the crowd to catch a glimpse of the team exiting the stadium.

“Miyuki-kun~!” a group of girls calls out when the famous catcher comes into view.

Aya does her best not to cringe. She understands why he has so many fangirls, but it just feels weird to hear people gush over someone she knows not just by looks, but as a person - insecurities, quirks, habits that may not be easily understood by others.

Is this what Kazuya feels now when he thinks about me and Ryou?

The coach walks over to the team to give them instructions before they watch the next game.

But since Aya did not buy tickets for that, she has to leave ahead of them. As soon as she starts to walk away, her phone vibrates, so she stops to pull it out of her uniform skirt's pocket.

It’s our second game already and I still don’t hear you calling out for me? Isn’t Aya supposed to be my biggest fan?

She looks back at the team to see Ryousuke staring at her from afar with an obvious smirk. She types back: Am I supposed to? It’s enough that I came to watch!

Ryousuke chuckles when he sees the message, and then looks back up to wave goodbye to her.

Of course, some of his teammates see that. But before they could spot her and connect the dots, Aya turns around and speed-walks toward the bus that would take her back to the school.

With classes finally out of the way, Aya now has more time to watch practices. But even if Seidou had two practice days before their match against Akikawa Academy, Aya could only watch on the second day, because the media had hounded Field A the day before to cover Seidou first.

However, instead of practicing, everyone is lining up in front of the coach.

Aya walks closer to the fence.

“To prepare for the game tomorrow,” Coach Kataoka says, “we’re wrapping up practice.”

Aya almost drops her sketchbook. So much for waking up early.

The coach finishes his instructions and dismisses the boys.

Aya remains standing there, her eyes trailing her boyfriend who is picking up his equipment from the dugout. Should I ask Ryou to eat lunch with me? But what if he has plans?

Ryousuke goes back out in the field, but stops a few ways away from his friends. “Haruichi.”

She gasps. Did he just…?

“Join me when I hit off the tee later,” Ryousuke continues.

The younger Kominato gasps.

Even his friends - Masuko, Yuuki, Isashiki, and Kuramochi - stop talking among themselves to watch them.

“Are you sure I’m good enough?” Haruichi asks.

Ryousuke chuckles. “What are you saying? You can hit, too. So, later!”

Now, if Ryousuke's friends are fondly dumbfounded, Aya squeals and jumps in giddiness. Now this makes it worth waking up early.

“You finally talked to him!”

“To who?”

“To Haruichi!”

“Of course I talk to him. He’s my brother.”

Aya nudges his arm. “You know what I mean! You talked to him in front of the others! It’s so cute.”

“Shut up.” Ryousuke takes another bite of his lunch.

Aya giggles. “I really like this shy side of yours, Ryou. It's so adorable.”

Ryousuke almost coughs up a lung.

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“Stop attacking me like that!” He coughs harder.

Aya hands him his water bottle, biting her lip to avoid laughing.

“You always do this," he says when he calms down. "Maybe you need to pay for it.”

“This better not be…”

Ryousuke smirks. “Cheer for me tomorrow.”

“Ryou!”

“Aren't you inspired by me? I apparently overcame my hypothetical shyness to talk to Haruichi in front of the team.”

"Nope." Aya purses her lips, and then instantly brightens up. “But I do know how to pay you back.”

“And how…” Ryousuke trails off as Aya suddenly moves closer to him.

She raises a hand to cup one side of his face. She leans in, making sure to lock eyes with him. Her thumb brushes his lower lip slowly... until she wipes off a stray rice grain. And then she merely pecks his cheek before moving away so fast.

Ryousuke’s mouth now hangs open.

“You had something on your face. I didn’t want you to go back to the field with it.”

“Why do you keep missing?” Ryousuke whispers, turning away to hide a smile.

Unlike in practice games, more and more people are now finding time in their summer schedule to attend the increasingly intense official games.

Bottom of the first inning, one out. With Kuramochi failing to get on base, Ryousuke steps up for his first at-bat against Akikawa’s clockwork pitcher, Shunshin You.

"Ryou-san!"

Unlike in practice games, Ryousuke's fangirls are now also here. Closer to Aya. Sitting around Aya.

She has always been aware of them, and it definitely isn’t her first time to hear them cheer him on. But why does it make her feel unpleasant now? Besides, it’s the team’s third game already, and Ryousuke has been playing very well. It’s understandable that he would gain more support.

"Ryousuke-san!"

Yet a little spark in her stomach starts up and threatens to grow.

"If you're so annoyed with it," her art club senior, who had come to watch the game too, leans on her shoulder to whisper, "why don't you just publicly lay your claim on him?"

Aya keeps her eyes on the field. "That's pretty vulgar, senpai." She clears her throat. "And I don't know what you're talking about."

"You're not his only fan, Makoto-chan. He's amazing, and girls in our batch have always known that." The third-year lightly pinches Aya's cheek to make the younger girl look at her. "You can't blame them for calling him appropriately."

Aya swats her hand away and sighs. "I'm going to get bullied for it."

"No way. You're the only masochist to develop romantic feelings for him."

"What?"

Her senior laughs. "Just go greet him outside. Today would be the best time, because we're finally out of our school uniforms. And nothing says 'cute girlfriend' than your look today."

Aya consciously touches her hair before looking down at her sleeveless yellow dress. Because the weather has reached 30° today, she had styled her hair into a braided ponytail and picked out the lightest dress she could find in her closet, not taking into account its knee-length frilly skirt. She shakes her head. "I just think it's unnecessary and childish…" she mutters, turning back to the game.

Ryousuke uses his signature strategy: rack up fouls to tire out the pitcher. The eighth pitch is thrown high, so Ryousuke does not swing anymore. Because surely it would be called a ball, which would give him a free pass to first base.

Except it isn't.

"Strike!" the umpire shouts just as the pink-haired batter steps forward.

“What?” Aya exclaims. "But how?"

"I think the umpire's impressed with the pitcher," her senior answers. "He does keep throwing into the catcher's mitt."

"No…" Aya frowns. "Is that why they call him 'clockwork?'"

Ryousuke remains standing there, disbelief clear in his stance.

“Hey, Makoto-chan.” Her senior pokes Aya's arm. “Is he seriously thinking of fighting the umpire?”

She gulps. “I – he can’t be, right?”

Alas, Ryousuke straightens up and walks back to the dugout.

To beat Akikawa's clockwork pitcher, Kuramochi's speed and Ryousuke's strategic batting would be keys to put pressure on him. But now it had failed right on the first try. And that unlucky streak only continues.

Isashiki got on base, and Yuuki was able to hit the baseball far. Their left fielder desperately goes after it, only to fall flat on his face… but the ball lands straight into his glove.

A miracle. Aya slumps her shoulders. If Akikawa continues to make lucky plays like this...

At the bottom of the third inning, the batting lineup goes back up to Kuramochi. But because Shunshin is also great at fielding, he prevents Kuramochi from even stepping on first base.

And now, Ryousuke is back in the batter's box. He does not swing at the first pitch, but…

"Strike!"

"Again?" Aya almost shouts. "But that was so close to outside!"

Shunshin throws the next pitch.

And apparently, it's a breaking ball that pushes Ryousuke to swing and hit the baseball… straight back to the pitcher. A deciding out to end the third inning.

Once again, Ryousuke remains standing in place. He now glares at Shunshin, who stares him back down.

“Makoto-chan,” her senior says, “your boyfriend’s seriously pissed today.”

Aya crosses her arms. “Well, who wouldn’t be? That clockwork pitcher has gotten the umpire on his side! Ryou can’t even bully him now!”

The third-year raises her eyebrow in amusement. "Wow, I guess that makes you compatible."

The gloom finally lifts at the fourth inning when Coach Kataoka switches Furuya with the southpaw first-year, Sawamura (though it had still caused quite a scene when Furuya refused to give him the ball at first), because his presence ignites a fire in the team. After he gets the last out of the inning, Seidou starts the fifth with the cleanup batters, where Miyuki takes Isashiki and Yuuki home and finally ties the game. Defense has become sharper too because he is pitching with confidence.

But the batting lineup goes back to Kuramochi, and he strikes out. Ryousuke hits the baseball, but it goes straight to a fielder's glove once more, ending the fifth inning.

“Mochi… Ryou… what’s happening?” Aya bites her nails in worry.

The game then enters a standstill as both teams keep failing to score a run that would break the tie. That is, until the bottom of the seventh inning.

"Seidou High School has called for a substitution," the announcer says.

Aya gasps as she spots the new jersey number in the on-deck circle.

"Replacing Number 8, Sakai-kun: pinch hitter, Kominato Haruichi-kun!"

Aya immediately stands in her seat and shouts, “Let’s go, Haruichi!”

Her senior pulls her to sit back down. “How could you be so enthusiastic over your boyfriend’s brother than for your boyfriend himself?”

“Are you kidding me? Ryou is most likely as proud as I am right now!” She points to the younger Kominato taking his position. “Just watch.”

The thing with Haruichi is that pitchers tend to get haughty when they see a small boy using a wooden bat and stepping over the plate. What they don't know is that they are walking right into the bait.

Like today, for example. To attempt to intimidate him, Shunshin throws an inside pitch to Haruichi’s knees.

And like usual, Haruichi steps in just as the ball is released. And then he expertly hits it far towards left field. Taking advantage of the fielders’ bewilderment, Haruichi reaches first base and raises his arm for a fist pump as a blush overtakes his cheeks.

Cue Haruichi’s fangirls screaming over it. Including a certain brunette.

Sawamura, who has a history of not hitting any pitch at all, loudly steps into the field next. But he silently and professionally bunts to advance Haruichi to second base. And the crowd gets amusingly amazed.

“Wow! Perfect!”

“Why is he only good at bunts?”

“Nice one, Bunt Master!”

And now, Kuramochi is back in the batter's box.

The atmosphere grows tense as the Seidou bleachers and dugout cheer him on.

Aya fidgets with her hands as she mutters, "Fourth chance, Mochi. Please don't get shut down again."

Shunshin throws the first pitch, and Kuramochi smashes it to the right. Without wasting any time, he uses his cheetah legs to take him to first base.

The Akikawa fielder snatches the ball from the ground and gets ready to throw to first base. But Akikawa has run out of miracle plays.

"Oh, his hand slipped!"

"Akikawa made an error!"

And Kuramochi steps on the white bag.

“Finally, Mochi!” Aya shouts along with the wild crowd. She then clutches her senior's arm. "We're on a roll! We totally shook Akikawa up!"

Her senior chuckles. "Yeah, and now—"

"And now Ryou's up to bat!" Aya interrupts with a giggle before looking back at the field, her eyes zooming in to her boyfriend.

Just then, even without a lead, Kuramochi takes off again. Haruichi runs too, and Seidou takes second and third base.

Aya suddenly pauses, her eyes flitting from Ryousuke standing readily in the batter's box to Haruichi crouching on third. She gasps. "Oh my god!"

"Yeah," her senior says, "Kuramochi's taking revenge!"

"The brothers!"

"What?"

"The brothers are playing in the same field! In an official game!" Aya inches forward right then, drowning out her senior’s response as she focuses back on the field.

As soon as Shunshin moves to pitch, Kuramochi starts to run again, and Ryousuke changes his grip on his bat for a squeeze play.

In that split second, the Clockwork pitcher throws the baseball outside the strike zone.

But at this point, Ryousuke has been backed into a corner by Shunshin and the umpire enough. He would not give this up now. In his race against the catcher to get to the ball first, Ryousuke lands on his side, but successfully taps the ball away from home plate. And in an instant, he is up and running towards first base.

And Haruichi is right behind him to score a run for Seidou!

The ball rolls toward the mound, and Shunshin quickly picks it up. He throws it to first base to stop the older Kominato, not noticing Kuramochi already on third base and sneakily racing towards home plate.

But it's too late. The ball is in the air just as Akikawa desperately shouts over each other.

The first baseman catches the ball and throws it to home just as Kuramochi slides in.

"Safe!" the umpire shouts.

The crowd goes wild.

"Wow, two runs!"

"That's some super fast sliding!"

"His speed is like cheating!"

Aya, meanwhile, covers her mouth as if she could be heard among the crowd. Because her heart continues to beat so fast as her eyes continue to follow Ryousuke still advancing in the field.

The first baseman recovers from the shock to call out to their catcher still holding the ball.

But Ryousuke already reaches second base.

"Nice run!"

“Nice run, Ryou!” Aya screams along in celebration, small tears of joy at the corners of her eyes.

The Kominato brothers and Kuramochi combo starts an onslaught. Since then, Seidou continues to shut Akikawa down, scoring 3 more runs in the inning. Kawakami gets sent out to close the last two innings, and he does not allow Akikawa any more runs.

With a score of 7-2, Seidou advances to the quarterfinal.

The sun is shining brighter now, bathing the field with more light and warmth as the day approaches noon. It boosts Aya's happiness as she walks out of the bleachers along with the rest of the crowd.

"Oh, I still can't stop thinking about earlier!" a girl walking in front of Aya says, nudging her companion.

For some reason, this catches Aya's attention. She recognizes the two girls as Seidou students.

"Do you mean the seventh inning?" the other girl asks with a big grin.

Say no.

"Yes!"

The two friends squeal together. "Ryousuke-kun!"

And just like that, the spark in Aya's stomach reappears.

The girl in front continues, "The little brother and Kuramochi may have scored those runs, but they wouldn't have done it without him!"

The spark grows and spreads throughout her whole body, warming her up. She steps out of the stadium and meets the bright sunlight, but she knows it's not just the reason her eyes are stinging.

Yellow.

Ryousuke wears it like a brand.

Kazuya's aura spikes up in it quite often now.

And it's what she's currently coated in.

Jealousy because of people, as Aya had found out from those two, is the kind that is most irrational and all-consuming.

The kind of jealousy she never thought she would experience.

"Makoto-chan!"

The sudden shake on her shoulder makes Aya jump.

"Are you okay?" her senior asks. "I've been talking to you for a while now."

"S-sorry."

"Are we going back to the bus or do you want to wait for the team to come out?"

Refocusing on her surroundings, Aya sees Miyuki's fangirls right outside the stadium. They are getting ready to shout his name in an attempt to get his attention. To lay their claim…

"Woah, Makoto-chan!" her senior exclaims.

Aya drags her to the front of the crowd, right next to the noisy bunch.

"So I guess this answers my question. But why here?"

"I uh, want to see him right away…"

Just then, the names of the coach and the players ring out above the cheers and applause.

The first set of players are exiting the stadium. Among them is Ryousuke, glowing with joy because of the victory. He is walking in between his friends, and as usual, is discreetly searching the crowd for her.

This is it. Aya's heart pounds. He would see me right away and I have to—

"MIYUKI-KUN!" One of the fangirls suddenly blocks her from view as their group starts to call out and wave frantically.

"Seriously?" Aya frowns as she watches Ryousuke pass by obliviously.

Her senior giggles. "Guess you don't have to try hard in hiding today… hey, where are you going?"

Aya weaves carefully, but with urgency, through the cheering crowd. Being short makes it hard for people to notice her – it’s good for moving about, but it puts her at risk of getting elbowed in the face. Alas, she finds a free space in front again.

Ryousuke finally spots her. He gives her a small smile before passing her by.

She suddenly hears giggles behind her, so she looks over her shoulder to find the two girls from earlier, as well as some schoolmates, looking at the players. This would be good. Aya takes a deep breath and calls out as loud as she could, "Ryou!"

The pink-haired third-year whirls around in shock.

Masuko, Isashiki, and even Yuuki who are walking with him also stop and turn, their eyes settling on the short brunette.

"Aya?" Ryousuke says cautiously.

She smiles brightly and waves.

His confused expression instantly turns into a happy grin. He then hurries back towards her.

His friends stand still in shock, especially the usually loud Isashiki who now stares with his jaw hanging open. Meanwhile, their teammates coming up from behind them give Ryousuke a curious look.

He finally stops in front of her. "Hey, Aya."

Seeing his excited smile, and the way he does not care at all about the people around them just to get to her, almost makes her swoon forward. She holds onto the long sleeve of his undershirt for balance. "I… I watched the game," she almost whispers.

Ryousuke chuckles. "Yes, I can see that."

She grins. "And I want to congratulate you! You were so amazing back there, especially when you caused the runs in the seventh inning!"

He chuckles again, now with a hint of embarrassment. "Don't say it like that. They got on base and I followed through."

"But still, you were very cool."

His grin grows wider. "Thank you, Aya." Then he drops his voice so that only the two of them can hear. "And it is a bit refreshing to be with you like this in public."

"Well…” She steps closer, enough to smell the mix of his natural scent and after-game sweat. She takes both of his hands in hers. "Maybe I don't want to keep it a secret anymore?"

"It's because she got jealous," someone suddenly comments beside her, breaking the moment.

They step away from each other, but do not drop their linked hands.

Recognizing Aya's club senior, Ryousuke asks, "What?"

"You've got fangirls, Kominato-kun."

"Ohhh."

Aya tugs at his hands to make him look back at her. "No, that's not it! Don't listen to her!"

"Of course, Aya!" Ryousuke lets go of one of her hands to pat her head. "I would only believe my girlfriend."

Her mouth hangs open.

Ryousuke now smirks, as if asking, Isn't that what you want to prove to them? "Anyway, I'll see you later. We have to watch the next game."

"Oh, right! Sorry."

"Don't mind that." He squeezes her hand. "This made my day better."

When Ryousuke finally reaches the bus, his fellow third-year teammates who are waiting for him outside greet him with teasing punches on the shoulder and pats on the back. Even Captain Yuuki gives him a thumbs-up sign. And Isashiki shouts in mock outrage when Ryousuke says something to him.

"Makoto-san, you're scary."

"I didn't know you had it in you!"

Aya turns around.

Ryousuke's fangirls are smiling at her.

"Congratulations! Though, everyone saw it coming."

"Yeah, it would have sucked if you two didn't end up together."

"And you two were not very good at hiding it, either!"

Aya is reeling from all the comments, but only manages to respond to the last one. "We aren't?"

Her senior pats her back. "What did I tell you?"

Aya sighs in relief. "Yeah, that felt good.” Her eyes then widen in realization, and she hides her face in her hands. "And embarrassing! I can't believe I just did that!"

The fangirls coo at her, and her senior had to lead her to the bus that would take them back to Seidou.

On their way, Aya finally recovers enough to glance at the team's bus… just in time to see Miyuki watching her with a non-amused expression.

Previous: Ryousuke and Aya

#ace of diamond fanfiction #diamond no ace fanfiction #kominato ryousuke x oc #nekumiko writes #kominato ryousuke #kominato haruichi #miyuki kazuya #diamond no ace #ace of diamond #daiya no ace

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incorrectprodigalsonquotes · 5 years ago

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Carved in the Cradle

Chapter 1

It wasn’t a pretty sight.

A young woman, couldn’t be older than thirty, had carvings cut onto her body in a most disturbing way. Hearts of all sizes sliced into her skin along with a large knife wound in her back. Her blue eyes wide, blank and lifeless.

“Victim’s name is Arianna Walters,” JT announced as Gil and Malcolm walked in.

“When was she found?” Gil asked.

“About three hours ago when a cleaning lady came into the apartment.” Dani explained

“What do we know about her?” Malcolm asked as he knelt to examine the body.

“She’s twenty-right. She worked as a fourth grade teacher at a nearby elementary school. Much like our last two victims, there’s no obvious connections as to why they would be targets.”

“Yet she has similar markings as the last two.” JT said with frustration.

“Not quite, this time, the markings are hearts, not stars. Clearly whoever did this…” Malcolm started as he stood up, “Clearly wanted to make it seem like she had been tortured.”

“Seem like?” Gil questioned.

“She was stabbed first. The knife wound clearly would have killed her within minutes and she wasn’t bound, nothing to suggest that she put up a fight. No, our killer wanted to cause her pain but didn’t want her to feel it.”

“Bright is right.” Edrisa said as she finished examining the body, “I don’t have exact time of death but she was killed sometime after midnight and cause of death was in fact a knife or some kind of blade with a similar shape.” She shook her head, “The carvings on her body were created post-mortem, unlike our first victims. She didn’t feel a thing.”

Malcolm raised an eyebrow, “As far as torture killings go… this was a merciful death, almost like he cared enough to make sure she was dead before creating these marks on her body.”

“But why would he make her death merciful?” Dani asked, shaking her head, “She’s not his first victim.”

“That…” He started before he stopped and turned his head in another direction, “I will have to get back to you on…” He started to go down the hallway.

“Bright?” Dani called out. She and Gil gave each other a look as they followed him, leaving JT and Edrisa with the body. They found him by a closed door, his ear against the wood. They both reached for their guns, “Bright, do you hear something?”

He nodded, “I don’t think you need your guns though.”

Gil furrowed his brows, “Malcolm, what you talking about?”

“Listen.” Malcolm advised. It was faint but there was something there. He grinned, “You hear that?”

Dani raised an eyebrow, “That can’t be-”

“I’m pretty sure it is.” He pushed the door opened and the three entered a nursery. Malcolm sighed, “Our victim was also a mother. That’s definitely different from our other two victims.”

The nursery wasn’t anything too special. It was of a white and pink theme. Malcolm’s eyes fell to the crib. He took a deep breath and hoped to God that he wasn’t about to find another victim. He walked over to give a sigh of relief when he saw a baby girl in the crib. She was wide awake and unharmed.

“She’s okay!” He called out as Dani and Gil ran over to the crib.

The baby looked up at him with big blue eyes and gave a giggle as she clapped her hands. “She’s definitely our victim’s daughter.” Gil said, noting the same blue eyes and dark curls the victim had. The little girl raised her arms towards Malcolm and started grabbing at the air, giving a slight whine. Gil chuckled, “Bright, I think the little lady wants you to pick her up.”

Malcolm gave a nervous chuckle, “I-I don’t know-”

“We have to get her out of here anyway.”

Malcolm takes a nervous breath, “Okay…” He gingerly took the baby in his arms as she gave a tiny squeal. She relaxed her head on his shoulder, her tiny hand grabbed onto the collar of his shirt and she tugged on it slightly. She seemed comfortable but Malcolm was just trying to remember not to drop her.

Gil chuckled at the anxious look on Malcolm’s face as he helped adjust the baby in his arms, “You should place your other hand by her head so she doesn’t hurt her neck.”

“Right, right…” Malcolm adjusted the way he held her. Dani couldn’t help but smile at the baby girl who giggled when she made eye contact with the detective. Malcolm cracked a tiny smile at the happy baby but his smile quickly faded. She clearly had no idea what was going on.

Dani noticed the change in Malcolm’s face, “Come on, let’s get her out of here.”

Malcolm looked up at the decorative letters above the crib, “Isabella…” He smiled down at the little girl, “Come on Isabella, you’re safe with us.” He picked up the blanket and plush that were in the crib and Isabella was quick to grab hold of the plush with a squeak. With Gil and Dani’s help, they wrapped the baby in the blanket so they could get her out without her seeing the bodies.

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Malcolm was walking back and forth, bouncing baby Isabella on his hip as she seemed content. After a much needed diaper change and getting fed, who wouldn’t be happy? “What do we know about Arianna and Isabella?”

“Arianna lived a relatively normal life. Went to college, got a job and just lived for herself.” Gil sighed, “Isabella was born eight months ago.” The woman never even got to see her child turn one.

“What about her parents?” Malcolm inquired, wondering if there was a family member to take care of the little girl.

“Arianna’s mother died in a car accident about twenty years ago and her father passed away from a heart attack three years ago.” Dani read off the file.

“Any siblings?”

She shook her head, “Arianna was an only child.”

“And Isabella’s father?”

“According to Isabella’s birth certificate, Arianna doesn’t know who the father is and if she did, she probably had no intention of sharing the information.”

Malcolm’s attention returned to the baby girl in his arms when she patting his face with her tiny hand. “Don’t worry; we’re going to find your family.” She patted his face again and gave a slight whine. He curiously raised an eyebrow and smirked, “What is it?” Her eyes started to collect water as cheeks puffed. Malcolm’s eyes went wide as his nervous energy returned, “Whoa, okay, seriously, what’s wrong?” Isabella just started crying and Malcolm was quick to hold her at arm’s length. He turned to Dani and Gil as his eyes were screaming with questions of what he should do.

“Hand her to me.” Dani said as she got up from her seat and took the baby from the profiler. Dani held Isabella close, letting the little girl cry as the detective started to gently pat her back and lovingly shush her. Slowly but surely, the eight-month-old started to calm down.

“That’s amazing.” Malcolm said in wonder.

Dani smirked, “Well, I grew up being one of the oldest cousins in my family so I was almost always given babysitting duties. Wasn’t so bad as it helped pay for my eyeliner addiction in middle school.”

“Still, you got her calmed down in less than a few minutes. You’re some kind of miracle worker!”

Dani smiled, “Or I’m just used to dealing with babies. You’re going to see why Isabella was upset in three… two…” Before Dani could finish, Isabella let out a very high-pitched burp. After her little release of gas, she started smiling and giggling again.

Malcolm, Gil and Dani all let out a chuckle. “So she was just gassy, not grumpy.” Gil joked. Isabella turned her head as her eyes landed on Malcolm once more and pointed at him.

She nearly lunged out of Dani’s arms wanting to go to him; luckily Dani was able to hold her back as Malcolm step forward to take her. “She’s clearly quite taken with you.”The detective smirked.

Malcolm chuckled as he adjusted the baby to sit comfortably in his arms and the little girl started attacking his shirt by tugging at it again, “I think she’s just fascinated by shirt collars.”

Just then JT walked in with a confused and slightly disturbed expression on his face. “JT?” Gil spoke up, snapping his detective out of it.

JT shook his head and looked to Malcolm, “Bright, some woman who looks way too young to be your mother is demanding to see you.”

As Isabella continued to tug on his shirt collar and gurgle, Malcolm’s face deflated into a look of pure exhausted frustration, “Oh God, no…”

Hey there! So this is not my first ever fanfiction that I’m writing but it is the first I’m writing for Prodigal Son, a show I honestly did not think I would like as much as I do. Hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter of ‘Carved in the Cradle’

Please let me know what you think, I’d love to hear some feedback and hopefully, I’ve done the show justice XD

#prodigal son #malcolm bright #dani powell #gil arroyo #jt tarmel #edrisa tanaka #brightwell #this will be a brightwell fic #but like #it's like a side story #the main story involves Malcolm and this baby #and I'm just gonna stop talking before I spoil anything #prodigal son fanfiction #carved in the cradle

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pickledbeefwastaken · 4 years ago

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The High School Dance Fic Nobody Asked For: Chapter Two

Well, I did it, I wrote a second chapter. I’ll write a third too, but I’m not sure where it’ll go from there! I’m so open to suggestions and ideas if anyone has something they want to see!

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“Would you want to get some air with me?” Klaus asked, lifting his head from Dave’s shoulder again.

Dave looked in Klaus’s eyes and saw something unsettled there. He registered then that Klaus seemed a little stiffer than before and his eyes shifted to Dave’s and then away, back and away. He was uncomfortable. Dave had a brief moment of panic, worrying that he’d done something wrong, that he was somehow at fault, but he swallowed down the lump in his throat and nodded. If he was uncomfortable with Dave, he would have made an excuse to leave alone, right? He wouldn’t have invited Dave.

“Sure, of course,” he agreed, releasing his hold on Klaus except for a hand at the small of his back, “Everything okay?”

Klaus nodded, giving Dave a smile, but it looked a little hollow and his eyes were looking through Dave more than they were looking at him. It freaked him out a little, but he didn’t let it show. He simply led Klaus through the crowd, letting Klaus lean into him, and ushered him outside.

As soon as the cool night air hit Klaus’s skin, he sighed. When Dave looked at him, he had his eyes closed and was covering his ears, rubbing his hands back and forth anxiously. Dave wasn’t sure what had changed in the last few minutes, but he knew something wasn’t right. He gently guided Klaus a few more steps forward to a bench outside the back doors and helped him sit down. Dave squatted down in front of him, trying to look up at his face with a hand on Klaus’s calf, thumb rubbing soothing circles against an exposed piece of skin where the lacing on his pants let skin show through.

“Klaus?” He called gently, relieved that Klaus opened his eyes, “What can I do?” He asked, wanting to know what was wrong, but wanting more to alleviate whatever was bothering Klaus.

Klaus’s expression looked scared, but he lowered his hands away from his ears, rubbing his palms back and forth against his thighs. Dave watched as he rolled his shoulders down away from his ears and smoothed his expression, all very practiced. His face shifted into a smile and he tried to wave it off.

“Nothing, sorry. I’m fine! Just needed some fresh air,” he commented breezily, patting first his pants pockets, then the breast pocket on his shirt, sighing with relief at whatever he found there.

Dave watched, hand still curled around Klaus’s calf. He could see through Klaus’s facade easily, clocking in on the trembling of his fingers as he fished something from his pocket. It was a beat or two before Dave registered what it was and by then, Klaus already had the joint between his lips and was sparking the lighter. It didn’t feel like it was Dave’s place to say anything about it, and even if it were, he wasn’t sure what he would say so instead of speaking, he just watched the orange glow illuminate Klaus’s features, for a few moments before blinking out, watched as Klaus pulled in a deep breath, making the ember at the end of the joint glow brighter, watched as he pulled it away from his lips, tilted his head back, and let a long cloud of smoke billow up above him.

It was beautiful in a strange way. Dave had never really thought of smoking as beautiful—sorta the opposite really—but somehow, it was beautiful when Klaus did it. Maybe it was just because the way he tilted his head up was so relaxed, exposing his throat, the way it disappeared behind the dip between his collarbones, continuing down into his shirt. Maybe it was the way the smoke curled and twisted in the air above him, like it was dancing as it dispersed. When Klaus sighed and lowered his head to look down at Dave, he seemed a little more relaxed.

“Want some?” He offered, holding the joint out between them.

Dave glanced at it, some part of him tempted by the idea of touching his lips to it after Klaus had, feeling the heavy rush of it, but he had to drive home later, so he shook his head.

“I’m okay, I drove here,” He said, letting go of Klaus’s leg now that he seemed a little more okay.

He rose to sit beside Klaus on the bench, glancing at him, watching as his face was faintly illuminated by the glow of the ember when Klaus took another drag, watching him light up in profile this time. He could smell the weed, and though the smell wasn’t pleasant, exactly, it wasn’t unpleasant either. It mostly smelled earthy, perhaps a little acrid, but the scent was making Dave feel a little less foggy from the alcohol he’d had earlier. Klaus blew another cloud of smoke, politely up and away from Dave’s face, before turning to look at him.

“Sorry about that. Got a little claustrophobic, that’s all.” He explained, ashing the joint over the side of the bench.

Dave nodded and swallowed. “It’s okay. I didn’t do anything to cause it, did I? I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable...” he said, trailing off when Klaus shook his head emphatically.

“No, no, no. Dave, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did everything right, actually. I wish I wouldn’t have needed to come outside. I wish I was still in there dancing with you,” he assured, babbling a little.

He nudged Dave’s shoulder with his own, a playful little gesture that made Dave smile. He returned the motion, bumping Klaus softly to let him know that he believed him, it was okay.

They were quiet then, Klaus taking a few more drags off his joint before he leaned forward and dropped it on the ground, grinding it beneath the toe of his shoe while Dave watched him, perhaps a bit too closely. He knew he should probably seem at least a little less interested, more lost in his own thoughts instead of watching Klaus like he was fascinating, like he was just waiting to speak to him again. He couldn’t help himself. It felt like the night was winding down towards an ending already and Dave wasn’t ready for that. Two dances and a few minutes outside weren’t enough for him, but in reality, he wasn’t sure anything ever would be enough.

“You said you had a car?” Klaus asked, turning his head to look at Dave, his posture a bit more relaxed now, movements more fluid.

Dave nodded, noting the way that Klaus’s eyelids drooped a bit more heavily, the redness in his eyes matching the redness that still colored the tips of his ears. He was still beautiful, loose and gooey, like he was melting in a good way. Dave didn’t even know what that meant—he just knew that it made him want to pull Klaus into his arms and snuggle with him. He wanted to feel the way he melted against Dave, maybe he’d help Dave melt too. He wasn’t sure if he’d always been this soft or if Klaus brought it out in him, but he also wasn’t sure that he cared.

It was still early—Dave couldn’t go home yet, not without questions from his parents, but if Klaus was about to ask for a ride, he’d oblige and then find something else to do for awhile, maybe read for awhile before driving home. It made his chest feel tight, the thought of the evening being over already—he’d started out the night regretting even coming but already, he was wishing it would never end. He was surprised by Klaus’s words though—asking for a ride, but not in the way Dave had been expecting.

“Would you want to go somewhere with me?” Klaus asked, turning towards Dave, pulling his leg up onto the bench so he could face him more fully.

Dave’s eyebrows quirked together for a moment, unsure of what Klaus meant exactly—it sounded mysterious, so Dave narrowed his eyes suspiciously, though his expression was still playful. Was this flirting? He wasn’t sure how to flirt if he was being honest, but this felt like flirting. All of his interactions with Klaus felt like flirting.

“Oh? And where would you take me, hm?” He asked, eyes shifting to Klaus’s hands, where he was running his fingers back and forth idly under the ankle of his pants, fiddling with the hem.

Klaus was looking at Dave when he returned his gaze to the other’s face, “Oh, I know of a place. You trust me?”

Dave held Klaus’s gaze, the challenge that was there and he didn’t even have to think about it. He was already nodding. Of course he trusted him. Maybe he shouldn’t trust him so easily, but he couldn’t help it. No matter where Klaus asked to take him, Dave would follow. He could ask him to hang out under a sketchy bridge or trespass somewhere unsafe or explore the sewers and Dave would probably agree to go. Okay, maybe not the sewers, that sounded gross, but still. Dave was saying yes to wherever Klaus was asking to go.

Klaus grinned and stood up, offering his hands palms up for Dave to use to stand as well. Dave didn’t need the help, but he took it anyway just so he could feel Klaus’s hands in his. They were warm and soft and once he was to his feet, he didn’t want to let go—he did anyway, but thankfully, the contact wasn’t over for long because Klaus was wrapping Dave’s wrist in his hand and began towing him toward the parking lot. Dave followed, not minding that Klaus seemed to like dragging Dave everywhere they went together—he was happy enough with the view and honestly, the enthusiasm was sort of endearing.

Klaus didn’t know what Dave’s truck looked like and while that thought had occurred to Dave pretty much immediately, it seemed to take much longer to register with Klaus, which was amusing. He wondered how far he’d make it into the lot before realizing he didn’t know where he was going, but to his surprise, that moment never came. They wandered a bit, heading down the wrong aisle for a little while before Klaus started to circle them back up the other side, and to Dave’s surprise, led them right to Dave’s truck when it came into view.

“How did you know what my truck looked like?” Dave asked dumbly, even more surprised because Klaus had asked for clarification that Dave did indeed even have a car.

Klaus’s expression was a little sheepish when he turned around, but he plastered on a grin like the was trying to hide it, still holding Dave’s wrist.

“I’ve seen you pulling out of the parking lot at school a few times. I’m more observant than you give me credit for,” he answered, tone teasing.

Dave wasn’t going to let him off that easily. “You noticed me pulling out of the parking lot and memorized what my truck looks like? I’m not the only person in school who drives a red truck.”

Klaus knew he’d been caught, but he handled it better than Dave would have. He just shrugged and shot Dave a wink before letting go of his wrist to walk to the passenger side, his gait light, nearly bouncing.

Dave’s face curled into a fond smile and he felt a little breathless—it was almost a confession of some sort, and Klaus hadn’t even said anything. It was impressive how easily Klaus could drive Dave crazy. He followed Klaus to the passenger side, nothing if not a gentleman. Klaus glanced at him with confusion on his expression as Dave pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the truck. He opened his mouth to say something, but Dave was nearly on top of him then, crowding him against the truck a bit and Klaus’s expression went all shocked and intense, gaze fixed on Dave’s.

Finally, Dave felt like he had the upper hand a little, he was the one making Klaus flustered. He reached past Klaus and popped open the passenger side door, watching Klaus swallow audibly as he did. Dave just smirked a little and took a step closer, making Klaus stumble a step back until they were in the space between the open cab and the door. Dave stopped and offered a hand to help Klaus climb up into the truck.

“Couldn’t let you get your own door, that’d be rude of me,” he said innocently, palm up between them.

Klaus’s eyes went wide before narrowing, clearly catching on to Dave’s little flirtation. There was a smile tugging on the edges of Klaus’s lips that he was clearly fighting. Instead of taking the offered palm, Klaus brought both of his hands up to the sides of Dave’s neck, ever so briefly as his hands traced down until they were planted on his shoulders.

“Oh, Dave. My feet are so tired from all the dancing,” Klaus lied with a smirk, “Would you be a doll and help me up?” He asked, his eyes challenging.

Dave’s breath hitched when Klaus’s fingertips brushed the skin of his neck and he rolled his eyes fondly, stepping in closer as his hands found Klaus’s hips. Now it was Klaus’s turn to lose his breath, biting his lip and Dave crowded closer and gathered his hips up easily, lifting him off his feet. He gasped, falling into Dave a little, arm wrapping around his neck quickly for support. It was only a moment though, and then Dave was pushing Klaus’s hips up onto the seat.

Klaus let go of him and looked at him with wild eyes, grinning and shaking his head. “You’re good, Katz,” He said, narrowing his eyes as he turned to arrange himself fully in his seat.

Dave just smiled and winked. “Buckle up,” he reminded him as he shut the door and walked around the truck to his own door, climbing up in one smooth motion. He glanced at Klaus who was just getting his seatbelt clicked into place while Dave put the key into the ignition, both of them bathed in the yellowed light from the overhead light for another second or two before it faded out as the engine started.

They both smiled and averted their eyes. Dave put his seatbelt on and put the car in reverse, putting a hand on the back of Klaus’s seat so he could turn and see behind him as he pulled the truck out of the parking spot with his other hand.

“Where to?” He asked, glancing at Klaus as he put the car in drive, one hand on the blinker, ready to indicate for whatever direction Klaus told him to go.

“Take a left,” Klaus instructed simply. Dave complied.

It went on like this, Klaus giving simple instructions as they came to the turns, never giving anything away, and Dave didn’t push. He was sort of enjoying the anticipation. Klaus directed him through downtown out towards one of the quieter parts of the city. Eventually, Dave was instructed to park, so he did, killing the ignition.

“Gonna open my door for me again, Katz?” Klaus asked teasingly, clearly enjoying the little game they had begun—flirting under the guise of manners.

Dave was more than happy to play along. “Of course, darling.” He said, exaggerating the word darling which made Klaus laugh and bite his lip.

Dave was pretty sure he was in love. He wasn’t sure where these bursts of confidence came from—they felt out of character for him, but with Klaus, it was somehow easy. It was easy to tease and play along and let go of his anxieties and just have fun. Klaus made him feel breathless and light and like his feet might just leave the ground at any moment. It was a whirlwind that had his heart beating hard and fast and Dave was quickly becoming addicted to it.

He got out of the truck and walked quickly around to the other side, popping open the passenger door. Klaus turned to face him again but before Dave could reach out to help him down, Klaus held his hand up, twirling his finger.

“Turn around,” he requested.

Dave looked confused, but obeyed, turning slowly, suspiciously. As soon as his back was turned, he felt arms slide around his neck and knees pushing into the space between his body and his arms and then Klaus was jumping down, clinging to Dave’s back with a laugh.

Dave let out an ‘oomph’ as the weight settled onto his back, but he was quick to curl his arms under Klaus’s knees to hold him up and once he was settled, he really wasn’t heavy at all. Dave laughed too and stepped away from the car, Klaus clung onto his back like a koala.

He closed the door and locked it and felt Klaus’s face come down, chin resting on his should, nuzzling his face gently against Dave’s neck, which made him drop his keys as his breath left him like it’d been punched out of him. Klaus just laughed and Dave rolled his eyes fondly, leaning forward to balance Klaus up on top of his back as he squatted down to retrieve them. When Klaus was pitched forward, he squealed and wrapped his arms and legs around him tighter.

“Dave! You’re gonna drop me!” He complained between laughter.

“Never, you have no faith,” Dave quipped back, tucking the keys in his pockets as he righted himself, tucking his arms under Klaus’s knees again. “Where to?”

Klaus pointed down the sidewalk and let his legs dangle in Dave’s hold, swinging softly at his side and Dave nodded once and began walking in the direction Klaus had indicated. He knew Klaus had jumped on his back to be playful, another flirty little challenge, but Dave honestly just loved the feeling of Klaus clinging to him, holding his weight so easily, feeling the warm line of Klaus’s body pressed to him. They only had to go about a half block before Klaus was wiggling and Dave let him down on his feet.

“This is the place!” He announced, making big jazz hands at the yellow storefront before them—a donut shop called Griddy’s.

Dave smiled. Was this a date? It felt like a date.

Also on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27389980/chapters/67036987#workskin

#the umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy #klave fic #klave #klaus hargreeves #dave katz #klaus x dave

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margridarnauds · 4 years ago

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002 orleans, 001 peyronan, lets GO

001 | Peyronan

when I started shipping it if I did: Funnily, it went under my radar for YEARS, because I. Did not care about Lazare at ALL. Did not even L I K E him. And the 1789 fandom, as a whole, was VERY anti-Ronan. You could not say ANYTHING positive about Ronan at that time. Then, during a stream of Zuka 1789 in June 2017 (THREE YEARS. WHAT THE FUCK? HOW HAVE THREE YEARS PAST?), I was like “Oh? O H? O H ?” and so It began. I started off with the idea of creating a contained series of drabbles, highlighting the two of them over the course of the musical. The idea was that it would essentially be PWP, disconnected, plotless, researchless, no feelings involved, no softening of Lazare, and would probably end at Ronan’s death. But, as I began working the concepts further, I realized that wouldn’t work, and within a few months of beginning the project, I started to call it “The Abomination”, due to it warping far, far out of my control. These days, a LOT of what I’ve written ties back to those original ideas for The Abomination, and a lot of the concepts used in Between the Waves started there (Printing Press being one of them.)

my thoughts: THE BOIS. THE B O I S. My favorite totally canon ship. The two of them really do balance one another out really well, they’re the classic fire and ice combo (though, underneath Lazare’s ice, there’s fire, and underneath Ronan’s fire, there’s ice.) Ronan’s character arc begins and ends with Lazare, and there’s SOMETHING about him going to Paris with this idea of “Okay, I’m going to kill the Comte, take back my lands, and dance on the ashes of the old world” and then meeting Lazare and being like “...okay, new plan: Save this fucking disaster from himself”. There’s something about his arc going from hatred to love. And could this be done with Olympe as well? Yes, it could be. But, for me, I like the full circle happening with Lazare, since he did start this. Both of them have a Hell of a lot to learn from one another, there’s going to be a lot of grappling when it comes to establishing equality, a lot of sniping back and forth, but I also do think, legitimately, they could make one another happy. (And, Hell, even if they didn’t, that doesn’t mean it can’t be a fun ride.)

What makes me happy about them: The general idea that the Comte de Peyrol, a cold-hearted, professional guard dog who probably never really even THOUGHT of love as something he could have, could melt for this revolutionary, no matter HOW slightly, enough to risk everything for a relationship. That, despite everything else, Ronan could love him back. That, even if only for a few months, they got to be HAPPY with one another.

What makes me sad about them: The ending. The things that were left unresolved. It’s doubly sad in, say, the PLP universe, where Lazare really DID love Ronan with his entire heart, but Ronan really died without KNOWING the extent that Lazare was invested. And that Lazare will have to live the rest of his life, HOWEVER long that will be, thinking of how he destroyed the one person who ever gave a damn about him outside of what he could do for them.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Given that the fandom mainly consists of me + the various friends I’ve kidnapped into the fandom, there really ISN’T all that much? Like, I feel like the 1789 fandom, as a whole, is a fairly chill space (knock on wood.)

things I look for in fanfic: Existing is a lovely start.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: I don’t MIND Camille/Ronan, Ronan/Olympe, or Olympe/Lazare. They aren’t FAVORITES in the same way, but I would probably read fanfic for it. And I have read fanfic for Ronan/Robespierre as well.

My happily ever after for them: Lazare chooses to leave the Army after realizing that it’s destroying him, the two of them escape the worst of the Revolution together and go away, either to London or America (I. Doubt. That someone as high profile as Lazare could slink away to the country like a ton of other aristocrats did.) They live together more or less openly, Lazare deciding against taking a wife for convenience’s sake, and society is left to deal. In theory, they keep two separate bedrooms, but in practice? Yeah, that peasant boy is spending all his time in Lazare’s bed, and Lazare has no complaints.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: See, I WANT to say “Lazare”. This has been my official stance for YEARS. That Ronan routinely cuddles up to Lazare (who had a very difficult time admitting that he, in fact, needs cuddles), and Lazare pulls his arm over him, protecting him, since we KNOW that Lazare tends to feel a deep sense of duty re: protecting the things most important to him, whether that’s the Crown or Ronan. BUT CONSIDER. BIG SPOON RONAN attacking from behind and Lazare getting to feel safe and secure for ONCE.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Ronan likes Lazare reading to him. Lazare has a very warm, smooth voice, when he isn’t barking out orders. Ronan loves getting to cuddle against his shoulder or on his lap, Lazare stroking his hair with one hand and holding the book in the other, letting his voice flow over him. Lazare will sometimes (gently) chastise him for not listening to a single word he says, but it’s worth it to see Ronan at peace (and, in the case of at least a few of the works, it isn’t a particularly great loss, anyway.)

002 | Orléans

How I feel about this character: Thotty, ambitious bastard who should NOT be this charismatic and yet somehow IS. Also right for a solid 60% of the musical. I’m trying to articulate all my thoughts but they are just variations on “SON” and “PROBLEMATIC”.

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Margrid Arnaud. Arnaud, Margrid. The sister of Marie Antoinette. Street Gremlin. I can KIND of see Antoinette, in a very, very odd way. Less “I love you so now I’m going to destroy you” like the Hungarian did, more “We were friends, there were Undercurrents to it, Things happened to make them have some mutually hurt feelings, and being stung like that set up this Mood for things later on.”

My non-romantic OTP for this character: I’m actually really interested in Louis & Orléans, as a relationship. Like, they were COUSINS. Something went deeply, deeply bad in their relationship at some point, and it totally ruined both of their lives. In another life, they might have been closer, but, with a throne between them....there was really no other way for it to end.

My unpopular opinion about this character: The LOVELY thing about a fandom that consists of, like, three people on a good day is that IT’S MY SANDBOX. But, one thing that I do think is that it wasn’t really a straightforward Mnaipulator-Manipulatee relationship with Margrid. She signed on knowing fully well that she would get her hands dirty, Orléans TOLD her as much, and she wanted it, at the time. It didn’t really benefit him to conceal what they would be doing. The two of them just happened to drift to two different places over time. I’ve seen a certain....tendency to baby Margrid over her choices, because she DOES have a traumatic backstory, but...she can still be rather reprehensible as a human being herself. In the early stages of the musical, HE’D be more likely to hold her back from doing something awful as opposed to vice versa. I also do think that...he didn’t GO OUT intending to supplant Antoinette. That was formed after years of seeing her bungle ruling the country. You can even see it in M cast when Antoinette turns down Rohan’s attempt to make nice, where he has this very distinct “Oh....she DIDN’T....she did” face. That isn’t the face of someone who’s THRILLED that things are going according to plan, that’s the face of someone who’s realizing that there’s only one way for this to happen and for France to remain in one piece, and it’s for him to take the throne.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: The problem with Orléans, as a character, is that at least in the Toho production, I DO think he’s fairly well done. It’s hard for me to REALLY see....what I wish could have happened. Because you kind of realize that there were only ever a few ways for this to end, and as the musical progresses, the available options just get narrower and narrower. It isn’t GOOD, but like....you UNDERSTAND how it happens. I do wish that he had more scenes with Margrid, obviously from a self-indulgent ship perspective. Not even in terms of “canonical makeout session” (since I almost feel like a canonical makeout session would ruin it), but in terms of him finding out that Marie was her sister and that THAT was where he went wrong, but also....I’m not sure how MUCH it would have ended, and there’s something to be said for the tragedy of him just never KNOWING why she betrayed him. That hurt, furious look on his face as he’s led away really is probably the best place to end their relationship on. I would have loved to have seen their second meeting, after Hébert convinced her to take the job, since it would have REALLY given a ton of groundwork for their working partnership and would have given them the chance to discuss their kind of disastrous first meeting. Obviously, I would hope that he gets his head screwed on properly and he runs off with Margrid to America, where they end up living peacefully for many years and having children who are spoiled absolutely rotten, along with his other, legitimate children, who also flee to America. Philippe, being himself, naturally ingratiates himself to the new country, becoming very active in politics, and upon his summoning of his dear friend the Chevalier de Saint-Georges to America, the cause of Abolitionism is given a massive head start. It isn’t entirely France....or London, where Philippe’s heart will always lie, but it’s a nice existence, and his ego is suitably stroked by the American fascination with royalty. (He and Laz still have at least one near-duel, which is halted by their respective significant others.)

my OTP: Morléans. Shockingly.

my cross over ship: Never 5get @lochley fucking selling me on Marie/Olympe/Orléans.

a headcanon fact: Part of why he has his ongoing snipefest with Fersen is that he’s bitter that Fersen was able to fight in the American Revolution while, in his case, after the Royal Family tossed him to the wolves after the Battle of Ushant, he was forced to remain in France and sit it out, and someone as active as Orléans could barely STAND it. (Also, along with Ronan, has SOME form of ADHD. He has a lot of plans, and one LARGER plan, but when it comes to things outside of that one larger plan? Yeah, he scurries around, chases after whatever seems good in the moment. It drives Margrid up a WALL.)

#1789 les amants de la bastille #marie antoinette das musical #a-promise-that-i-keep

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In the White Light - Prideshipping fic Chapter 16

Chapter 16 – Rival of the Pharaoh

The KC Grand Tournament that played out over the next several months featured some fascinating people. Not the least of which was a man with long, pink hair and many winged-beast-based cards. This man was no match for Yami Yugi, however, who unsurprisingly won top prize. The pharaoh’s finals match was so fun to watch that even the losers were thrilled.

All losers, that is, except for Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood. After a “valiant” effort to worm their way into the tournament, they still managed to lose in one turn to the pink-haired man. To add to their misfortunes, neither boy had been able to exact the revenge they badly wanted.

“We can’t even find Yugi and Joey!” Weevil sat on a nearby bench in a humble park.

“Haven’t you heard of this thing called ‘we can just duel them at school?’”

“Haven’t you heard of this thing called ‘we don’t even go to the same school as them, you nitwit?’”

“Yeah, kind of hard to do, when you think about it.” Rex took a seat next to Weevil. He pretended not to notice the bug duelist slightly turn away from him. “Especially for me. Your family’s almost as loaded as Kaiba, so you could probably move to Domino City whenever you want. But for us poor, average Joes, it’s not that easy. Hell, it took me most of my allowance money just to come here for the Egy- I mean, the cheese festival, as well as to the KC Grand Tournament.”

Weevil still didn’t have the heart to look at Rex and spoke to him while absentmindedly staring at pigeons eating off of the ground. He even fetched some of his own snacks from his handbag to feed to them, if only as a distraction. “I can understand why you wanted to come to the ‘cheese festival,’ but why the KC Grand Tournament? We didn’t even arrive in time to sign up.”

Rex scooted a bit closer to Weevil, hoping to the gods that the shorter duelist could see the couples walking by. “I mean, after all we’ve been through during the whole Orichalcos brouhaha, you still don’t know?”

“Know what?” The dinosaur duelist was so close that when Weevil subconsciously stuck out his hand, his fingers lightly brushed Rex’s.

“Ugh, you may be book smart, but you could stand to be a little more… well, other kinds of smart!” Rex couldn’t resist moving his hand on top of Weevil’s. “I… Weevil, I… I think… that I l-”

“W-Wait, do you hear something?” Weevil intentionally ruined the mood, in part because he was way too nervous, but also because he really could hear something. “That deep voice definitely sounds like the pharaoh’s. Why don’t we check it out, and maybe challenge him to a duel while we’re at it?”

“A… A duel.” With a frown on his face, Rex followed Weevil in the direction of the voice. “Yeah, whatever you say.”

Rex felt so downtrodden that he had nearly walked right into Yami Yugi’s line of sight, if not for Weevil pulling him from behind a bush and ordering, “Get down, you dimwit!”

“So.” Kaiba stood in a secluded part of the park, along with Yami Yugi, Joey, Tristan, Téa, and Mokuba. “Now that you’ve taken the KC Grand Tournament Crown, you plan to ride on that victory all the way to ancient Egypt. We’re going to save your other High Priests from dying. Do I have that right?”

“Yes. Now is the time. I will take my kingdom back and make things right!”

“Um, question…” Tristan weakly raised a hand. “How are we going to get there?”

“Ah, I must have forgotten to mention it. Well, you’ll find out soon enough.” Yami Yugi took a deep breath before starting the Incantation. “Ikustaka ukuyiras imay… Uomo irotih…”

“Hey, check it out, Weevil!” Fascinated by the rising water, Rex got out from behind the bush. “Yugi’s using some kind of weird magic.”

“You’re supposed to keep a low profile!” Weevil ran after Rex but could not catch up. “Get back here, dino brain! Wh-Whoaaaah!”

“Weevil!” Rex’s voice was barely audible in the deep water.

“Heeeelp!” Weevil quickly began to run out of air. “I can’t swim!”

Rex swam through the strong current to catch Weevil from falling any further. Hmm… So why are we struggling, yet Yugi and the others don’t seem to have a care in the world?

The ocean water soon receded. “That… was close…” Weevil breathed in a short-lived relief. “I think we’re out of the woods now.”

“Guess again, bug boy!” Rex held on even tighter to Weevil. The air grew thin for a spell before they began their rapid fall to the vast desert below. “Yaaaaaah! I can’t fly!”

“No shit, Sherlock! Who clued you in?” Weevil wasn’t scared, even in this situation, and quickly found one of his strongest cards. “Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth, come forth!”

Having landed gently on the sand dunes, Yami Yugi and his company remained unaware of their hitchhikers.

“Whoa, this place is… um…” Téa didn’t yet know what to make of her surroundings. There were only sand dunes and occasional wilted trees as far as the eye could see. “Neat, I guess?”

“Yeah, except it’s missing a few cars,” Joey spoke up.

“And burgers,” Yugi added.

“Where did you come from, Yug?” Joey had to do a double-take at Yugi and Yami Yugi. “I thought that the pharaoh’s spirit was inside you. You mean to tell me you now have separate bodies?”

“It… appears that way.” Yami Yugi was just as confused as everyone else.

“If you nimrods didn’t figure it out already, we’re in ancient Egypt.” Kaiba already wanted to half-shift and move away from the idiots surrounding him.

“Come on, rich boy, it was just a joke… Anyway, about saving those priests. I say we just go find the bad guys and give them what for!”

“Put your dueling arm down, dog.” Kaiba’s interjection didn’t calm Joey at all. “Then again, I’m not surprised your first thought is to fight and not strategize. Furthermore, do you even know where to find these ‘bad guys’ you speak of?”

“W-Well, no…”

“My love, please. If we are to fight, then let it not be amongst ourselves.” Yami Yugi spoke to Joey with a kinder tone. “I want to defeat the enemy too, but I want to keep the casualties to a minimum, unlike… last time.”

“I… I’m sorry, pharaoh. I should have thought first.”

“It’s okay. What matters now is that we go to the palace at once to see if the priests are all okay.” Yami Yugi took a few steps forward while everyone else followed. “However, I will have to ask you all to remain hidden. If we’re discovered, a time paradox might happen.”

“Oh!” Mokuba exclaimed. “You mean when you change something in the past, and it will dramatically change the future?”

“Hey, you’re pretty smart for a fifth-grader, Mokuba.” Tristan was impressed.

“Hehehe… Well, I am vice president of KaibaCorp.”

Just then, a shriek interrupted the pleasantries. “Waaaaaaaah!”

“I thought parachutes weren’t invented yet…” Joey took a look to the sky. “Wait a minute, those aren’t people in parachutes! It’s Rex Raptor and Weevil Underwood!”

“Oh my gods, they’re coming right for us!” Tristan yelled.

“Huh?”

Before Téa could get a handle on what was going on, the Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth barreled into the nearest sand dune. As Weevil got up, he started coughing vigorously to get the sand out of his throat. “Gaah! It’s too damn hot!”

“I’ll say!” Rex had to dig through the sand to recover his beanie. “And crash landing made me want to use the bathroom all of a sudden.”

Weevil got up, taking Rex with him by the shirt. “Is bathroom humour all you ever think about, dino brain?”

“You!” Joey and the gang had caught up with the misfit duo. “What are you two shrimps doing here?”

“Um… You see, what had happened was-”

Before Rex could make a fool of himself, Weevil cut in, “Isn’t it obvious? We came here to get revenge. As his greatest rival, I still have a score to settle with the pharaoh.”

Kaiba couldn’t believe what he had just heard. “I’m sorry, did you just say what I think you said? That an irrelevant worm like you is the greatest rival of the pharaoh?”

“Well, yeah! Haven’t you heard of Weevil Underwood, the regionals champion?”

“Okay, you worm. Let’s get a few things straight before we begin our mission – which, by the way, you and that pea brain should not be on. First of all, no. I am the pharaoh’s greatest rival. Secondly, show a bit more respect to him.”

“Um, don’t you mean ‘dino brain?’ Eh… Forget it.” Rex quickly realized his error and let Weevil do all the talking.

“I am an even better rival! My Perfectly Ultimate Great Moth can turn your Blue-Eyes into bug juice in no time!”

“And by ‘no time’ you mean the six turns it will take to summon it.”

“Um, Kaiba…?” Yugi showed concern. “We have more important things to worry about. Shouldn’t we get going?”

“Hmph.” Kaiba was so annoyed that he didn’t even want to hold hands with Yami Yugi during their walk to the palace – not that Rex and Weevil had any business knowing about his choice of partner, anyway.

“I suppose I’ll just have to prove to you that I’m the pharaoh’s true rival. Hehehe!”

“Maybe I can duel Kaiba myself! Of course, after I beat Joey.”

“Why are those two fucktards still with us?” Kaiba shook his head as the palace was finally within view. “I should have just buried them in a sand dune and put them out of their misery.”

“Hmm…” Yami Yugi looked back at Rex and Weevil again. “I don’t know why, but they look stronger than the last time I’ve dueled them. Perhaps they can be of some help to us.”

“Tch. Okay, but I’m only going to tolerate them because it’s you, pharaoh.” Kaiba allowed Yami Yugi to lead them to the end of a hallway, which housed a great balcony. “Maybe they’ll be good bait.”

“Oh!” Yami Yugi suddenly stopped and hid behind some crates, as did his companions. “There’s someone there!”

Joey squinted closer at the man who appeared to be speaking to the crowd below. “Hey… He looks just like the Dark Magician, Yug!”

“It’s…” Yami Yugi’s eyes widened in happiness. “Mahad! And Isis, Shada, and Karim, too! Thank Ra…”

“Babe…” Kaiba was more interested in what the High Priest Mahad had to say.

“Citizens of Egypt! I bring you most grave news…” Mahad paused as his expression became sorrowful. “I regret to inform you that His Majesty the pharaoh, as well as His Eminence Priest Seto, have just died.”

“It… It can’t be…” The crowd lamented.

Mahad allowed the people a few minutes to mourn their king and priest before continuing his address. “Exactly how they died, I know not. How we will choose a new pharaoh in this trying time, I know not yet. But this I know: Priest Aknadin has deceived us all! He is an accomplice to the evil sorcerer Anubis, and as such, I believe he is partly responsible for the pharaoh’s and the priest’s deaths! If anyone can give us, the council, information as to his whereabouts, you will be greatly rewarded. He who can give us his head will receive a greater reward still.”

“Ooh, I wonder what kind of reward?” Weevil cackled. “I don’t suppose that includes rare cards?”

“Or untold riches?” Rex surmised. “Ah…”

“And to think, all we have to do is- Rex?”

“Ah… Ah… ACHOO!” Rex’s sneeze was as loud as a locomotive, drawing attention from not only his companions, but also the High Priests.

“You idiot!” Joey chided. “Now there’s going to be a time para… uh…”

“‘Time paradox,’” Weevil finished the sentence, shrinking as Mahad approached them. “B-But… I think we have bigger things to worry about!”

Mahad scrutinized the intruders, and his gaze stopped on Yami Yugi and Kaiba. “Pharaoh? And… Priest Seto? You are… alive?”

“…” Yami Yugi didn’t try to hide his identity as he and Kaiba stood up. “…Mahad. My friend, it has been a while.”

“What’s going on?” The curious crowd wondered.

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Kaiba reluctantly followed Yami Yugi and Mahad to the balcony.

“My brothers and sisters! Osiris grants us fortune on this day! The souls of our pharaoh and Priest Seto have taken physical forms once again! Behold!” Mahad gestured towards the pair.

“Our king! He yet lives!” Overjoyed, the people fell to their knees, speaking a silent prayer to the gods.

“Huh.” Kaiba couldn’t decide if he was irked, or if he secretly enjoyed this attention.

“Mahad.” Yami Yugi looked to his faithful companion. “Allow me to address the people.”

“Of course, Your Majesty.” Mahad stepped aside.

“My friends… I don’t know who could still oppose us, even after the Dark One’s defeat. But I do know this: I promise with all that I have that I will protect you from whatever the darkness throws at us.” Yami Yugi reached backwards slightly, lacing his fingers with Kaiba’s. “I swear on my love for Kaiba.”

“Huh? Who’s this ‘Kaiba’ the pharaoh speaks of?” asked a young common woman.

“Must be Priest Seto’s new form… or whatever,” answered the woman’s brother.

“Now that you mention it, the pharaoh doesn’t look exactly the same, either,” added their younger brother. “Still, if His Eminence Mahad says it is them, then I will believe.”

“And I have another announcement to make.” Yami Yugi took a deep breath as he held Kaiba’s hand tighter and turned to him. “After all of this is over… After I’ve ensured that the dark forces are no more… You will have a new queen, and his name shall be Seto Kaiba.”

“Ph-Pharaoh!” Kaiba blushed deeply; he couldn’t look at Yami Yugi nor the even noisier crowd.

“That is, if my beloved wills it.” Yami Yugi kissed the back of Kaiba’s right hand.

“Let’s see. I can receive the royal title I’ve always deserved and become the husband of the man I love?” Kaiba stooped a bit lower. “And you honestly expected me to say no?”

Yami Yugi let out a small giggle before standing on his tiptoes to kiss Kaiba. To their joy, the people largely accepted their relationship.

“So… Yugi had a boyfriend all along.” Rex scrunched up his face. “If only I could be that bold.”

“Bold enough to do what, exactly?” Weevil asked.

“Er, nothing!” Having no desire to speak to Weevil, Rex got up to leave. “Just… uh… Bold enough to go find those enemies that pharaoh dude was talking about!”

Just then, Joey could hear the faint sound of evil cackling from the outside. “Well, Rex Raptor, you’re not going to have to look very far.”

It didn’t take long for Mahad to notice the noise, too. “Hey! Who goes there?”

Isis stepped forward. “It doesn’t matter who it is. In the name of the pharaoh, we priests will vanquish any enemy that comes before us!”

It was at that moment Weevil had an idea and whispered to Rex about it. “Hey, Rex. If there was any time to show off what great duelists we are, this is the time.”

“Huh?”

Rex didn’t have time to react as Weevil brought the both of them before Mahad. “Excuse me? Mr. Mahad… um… sir?”

“Pharaoh?” Mahad turned around. “Who are these two? Are they friends of yours?”

“You… could say that.”

“If you like, we can go defeat those enemies for you!”

“Yeah!” Rex spoke up. “You priests can just sit back and relax!”

“Is this what you mean by ‘being some help to us?’” Kaiba questioned.

“Mahad, let them go.” Yami Yugi gave the two short duelists a warm smile. “I have complete faith in them. In the meantime, we will need to study our enemy closely.”

“Th-Thank you, pharaoh, sir!” Weevil gave one last bow before heading out with Rex.

“Hehehe…” Rex laughed while rubbing his hands together. “Suckers! Now the reward is all ours!”

#yugioh #ygo #prideshipping #shrimpshipping #fanfiction

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peace-coast-island · 4 years ago

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Diary of a Junebug

Gyroids clad in plaid

It’s gyroid hunting time and we’ve got a busy week ahead! Emilie’s back at the camp with a familiar face - Kat - and two new faces - Amy and Natara. Dixie’s joining us too, though she won’t be here until the day after tomorrow.

It’s nice to see Emilie again, especially since we had so much fun at the last gyroid hunt. She’s doing a lot better as she extended her short break from work for a few months longer and time has been good for her. While she’s not working at her main job, Emilie’s been focusing on hobbies, self care, and the agency - her side gig. In fact, she’s been strongly thinking about leaving the bureau and transferring to Dixie’s agency as an agent.

Considering how stressful working in the FBI is and how it’s been burning her out, I think it’s a good idea for Emilie to step down. Also with people like Rocky, Lex, Kat, and Jamie on the team, I know she'll fit right in.

The thing is that it’s gig based so on one hand, you’re not working 40 + hours a week, but you might have times when you’re in the office for six months and then spend the next six months globe hopping. But it’s super flexible and since it’s not like a full time job, it leaves you with plenty of time to focus on other stuff when you’re not on a mission. So those kind of hours might appeal to some and detract others. In Emilie’s case, I think that’s a plus for her.

Even though she’s not doing field work, Emilie’s busy training two new recruits who were handpicked by Dixie - Natara Lakshmi and Amy Leang. Both are students at Spectrum University studying in psychology and computer science respectively. If Dixie chose you to join her team, then it’s a big deal.

Up until today, I never got to really know Natara and Amy that well. All I knew is that they’re friends of Jamie and Delanie so our circles kinda overlapped, but never really meeting up completely. I’m glad that after all these years, our paths finally crossed!

Natara’s an aspiring criminal profiler who not only has strong intuition, but she can also ready people like a book. She began taking an interest in criminology after she and her friends managed to thwart a crooked businessman’s attempt at taking over her father’s company. Although she saved her father’s name, Natara lost his respect as she disobeyed him and put herself in danger.

While her friends are happy that Dixie recruited her - a dream come true for Natara - her family’s not so keen on it. Growing up in a strict Asian family it sometimes feels like you’re twice as pressured to pursue your own ambitions and meet your parents’s expectations. If they contradict each other, you can’t help but blame yourself because you shouldn’t have to struggle so much to gain approval.

At least for Amy, her family’s a lot more supportive. But the pressure to succeed is just as high, as well as the pressure to excel. Her mom works as a data analyst, which is what Amy wants to do too, except instead of finances, she’s interested in law.

Amy’s also a self taught hacker and was notorious for clearing her school’s name when they were accused of leaking test answers. She also played a role in helping Natara take down her father’s rival and was partially responsible for taking down a criminal hacker group - both happened when she was in high school. In short, Amy’s got an interesting history as a vigilante hacker, which I’m pretty sure was what caught Dixie’s eye.

And there’s Kat, who’s been having a crazy year so far. From having to take her mother’s place as queen, becoming a prisoner in space, getting her friends out of trouble multiple times, ending a long war, and reuniting with her presumed dead father - it’s a lot for anyone to handle. Though compared to her father and brother - who never met each other until then - Kat feels like she’s the least disoriented out of the three.

Reuniting with someone you thought was dead for almost two decades is as jarring as it sounds. While things are a bit awkward as Kat’s dad still sees her as a little girl he’s slowly adjusting to having not only one but two almost grown kids. I still can’t get over the image of Micah - the kind of guy who runs headfirst into trouble - hiding behind his sister like a little kid after seeing his father for the first time.

The elder Micah’s adjusting well for someone who was thrown to the frontlines after a long absence - or at least that’s how he comes across to everyone. Now that things have settled down Kat thinks the full impact of everything that has happened is finally getting to him. Since then he’s been keeping himself busy by making up for lost time, which according to Kat’s aunt, is his way of avoiding dealing with his own problems.

After confirming that he’s in fact not okay, Kat, Micah, and their friends staged a coup by forcing him to do absolutely nothing for a month, which he wasn’t too keen on. So they threatened to lock him in his room and tie him down to the bed if they have to. In the end he gave in so now he’s trying to relax as well as make up for sixteen years worth of lost time with his son.

Kat would’ve invited her friends and family to join us for the gyroid hunt but they’re all obviously busy. Everything’s still a bit of a chaotic mess, but it's nothing that Kat and the others can’t handle.

So the theme for this event is a cozy plaid aesthetic, which is totally my thing! After the success of the matcha mint gyroids, Reese and Cyrus enlisted Daisy Jane to help design the furniture we’ll be building with the gyroids. Knowing Daisy Jane, this kind of aesthetic’s totally in her element!

First stop is Lost Lure Creek, where we took the time to catch some fish as my inventory was running low. We had a pretty early start so we’re in no rush to collect gyroids. Plus it’s nice to sit down and hang out with the campers. There were a lot of gyroids hanging from trees so Emilie and Kat had a lot of fun swinging branches as well as finding special fruit and bells hidden under the leaves.

Next stop was the Market Place, where we met up with Isabelle, Tommy, and Timmy. I don’t normally drop by there on a regular basis during my rounds but for gyroid events, it’s a must. It’s also a good thing that we did because Natara found a book that Pecan dropped yesterday. Sometimes there’s a lot of gyroids lying around and sometimes there’s none. We lucked out today!

Then we went to Sunburst Island, where we went bug catching with Bea. I might have gotten a bit distracted with the horned dynastids but I had to catch them in order to shake the trees to get the gyroids so either way I get both. Kat was fascinated by the butterflies, Amy helped Gulliver log in his inventory, and Daisy Jane taught Emilie and Natara how to make flower crowns.

At Saltwater Shores we collected shells, went fishing, and harvested coconuts. There weren’t a lot of gyroids hanging around so we went for a swim for about an hour. Daisy Jane almost went overboard after catching a king red snapper so it took me, Emilie, Kat, Natara, Amy, and Buck to keep her feet on the ground. Looks like we’ll be having a big campfire dinner tonight!

After taking our well deserved break and making a quick stop at the campsite to drop off the big catch, off we headed to Breezy Hollow. I normally stop here at the end so I can restock on fruit without having to go back and forth between hangout sites. Today not only happened to be full of gyroids, but perfect fruit as well! While the others went picking fruit and wildflowers, I restocked my marketplace with grapes and crafting materials. I also bought some lychee and lemons for tonight’s bonfire.

Last stop is OK Motors, a place that I don’t visit too often unless my RV needs tuning up, someone lost something over there, or if I just want to hang out with Beppe, Giovanni, and Carlo. Like the Market Place, gyroids sometimes pop up here and there. Emilie, Kat, Natara, and Amy took turns playing Brake Tapper - Natara won the most caps with Emilie coming in a close second. Amy did fairly well while Kat was all over the place.

Maybe one day I’ll finally have enough caps to trade them in for a t-shirt. But right now I’m more interested in collecting plaid gyroids. Gotta make some trips to Shovelstrike Quarry sometime this week - with a group as big as ours, it won’t take too long for us to get in.

Then it’s back to either the campsite or cabin where we just hang out for a couple hours before going back out to hunt for more gyroids. At the campsite Amy taught Daisy Jane the basics of building a website - which will be very useful for her in the future. Kat showed off some cool spells she learned from her dad, including a fireworks one that’s perfect for tonight. Natara made coconut mango lassi while Emilie baked brownies and I made a pasta salad.

We had a pretty good haul today - not enough to build furniture yet, but it’s a good start. It was a busy but also a kinda chill day. It’s nice seeing Emilie and Kat again and just having a great time with them.

At the bonfire Emilie and KK put together an impromptu show that was fun to watch. Celeste and Natara took turns looking for constellations and nebulas. Kat showed us how to manipulate fireworks into cool shapes (and accidentally caused a few small explosions here and there - nothing serious though, it’s just something that happens from time to time). Amy, Goldie, and Kitt went looking for shells, gyroids, and whatever treasures that were buried in the sand.

While sitting by the waves I can see Daisy Jane sitting by a coconut tree, both of us scribbling in our journals while the memories of today are still fresh in our minds. Book in lap, pages full of words and sketches, ink smudged hands with an uncapped pen, plaid gyroids lying in the sand or hanging from a branch above, all illuminated by the moonlight.

#animal crossing #animal crossing pocket camp #Diary of a Junebug #headcanon ramble

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infinitum-imaginaerum · 7 years ago

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Embers // Jung Jaehyun; One

When a scrapped government experiment leads two lost souls together, something changes in both of their lives. Jaehyun reveals the light that’s been hiding all along.

Embers One | Embers Two

They were laughing and fooling around like they always did, pushing and shoving as they headed home—a little noisy, but not too much to disturb anyone indoors. It was late afternoon; the sun was looking hesitantly at the horizon as it continued to approach. You were walking home from work, your car having been in the shop for a couple of days for some repairs when you heard them hooting and hollering. You smiled, not bothering to look over, knowing it was a group of boys just being boys.

The laughing paused, but still you didn’t look up. A sharp elbow hit Jaehyun’s side who was busy fixing the ball cap atop his head and grooming his hair a bit. He looked at the shorter male who’d administered the sharp pain before following his eyes out.

“Eye-candy or what?” Taeyong asked, glancing at his taller counterpart.

“Damn, she is pretty fine,” Jaehyun replied, getting a good look as you walked by not but fifteen meters away.

Taeyong whistled, loudly, and then dipped his head as he turned away, leaving Jaehyun out in the open as you turned to look, answering the cat-call. He watched your brows rise as you looked at him, pinning him for the offense. “That’s disgusting,” you called over.

Jaehyun swallowed, hard, and threw his elbow back into the ribs of the older male who’d just put him on the spot. “Didn’t mean any offense by it; just know a beauty when I see one,” Jaehyun tried to save while Taeyong clutched his ribs.

You turned to face him—typically men didn’t respond like that when you called them out for something like that. Your head tilted slightly as you eyed him up and down, following his legs a little longer than you thought, but you knew you were caught when he cleared his throat. “You obviously know there are better ways to compliment a woman,” you noted and your eyes met his after you took a few steps closer.

He looked at you, most cautiously now. “Tell your friend there that cat-calling is rude and distasteful and that he could take a few pointers from you,” you commented with a wink and turned on your heel to head back down the street.

“You hear that, Taeyong? You’re rude and distasteful,” Jaehyun muttered through his teeth as he continued to watch you go. In their business, it was easy to come across anyone that they probably shouldn’t, even girls—Jaehyun was cautious while Taeyong was reckless; it got them into a lot of trouble sometimes. “I thought you would have learned your lesson fucking around with girls the last time that happened and she gave you a titty-twister and kicked you down.”

“She did not kick me down!”

“He doesn’t even deny the titty-twister part,” another laughed.

“How could he, his nipple was purple for weeks.”

Jaehyun phased out of the conversation, looking into the distance to watch you go. He had a suspicious feeling about you, something was unsettling. Your hair whipped back and forth as you walked, and just the way you walked told him a lot about you.

“You good, Jaehyun?” a voice brought him back to earth.

“Y-yeah,” he stuttered, turning towards his friend that was now grabbing his arm while the others continued to tease Taeyong.

“What’s up?”

“It’s nothing; just a feeling I guess,” Jaehyun replied, turning back towards the group as the boys gathered to head the opposite direction. The boys were pushing each other around in front of Jaehyun as they walked, just general goofing around. Their dynamic was interesting; it was hard to tell when there was good time off or not.

NCT was what they were called. That was the code name given to them by a government experiment that soon fell off the map and was swept under the rug. They were all psychoanalyzed to find out how they would react to committing crimes—it was supposed to be a social experiment to survey crime in the city, to see how certain group would interact if they were threatened by another.

They all received proper training by the highest decorated operatives in not only martial arts and weapons training to make them lethal, but also intelligence, technology, basic skills such as lock picking, hacking, fingerprinting, sweeping… any skill they could possibly need to commit the most high profile crimes, they were trained in.

It just made it extra interesting that they were all young kids. Who would suspect them to do anything more heinous than corner store robberies? Well, that was the whole point of their unit.

Only, it spiraled out of control. Basic police couldn’t apprehend them and the government branch that brought NCT to light would never admit to being the culprits behind it—they were stuck between a rock and a hard place: give themselves up to get NCT off the streets, or sweep it under the rug as if it never happened to save their own asses.

In a corrupt government system that only cared about themselves, of course the only option was to sweep it under the rug.

The hard part for NCT was trying to live a normal life after that. They’d had no proper life skills, they’d all joined the program since being young kids, desperate parents to give their kids a better life while blindly throwing their lives away. Crime was all they knew before too long. Yuta was the only one who held a steady job for any amount of time longer than a year, but that wasn’t going to pay bills and put food on the table.

Most of them resorted to basic pickpocketing, going to the richest part of the city and use the tactics they’d learned. Stealing expensive watches, jewelry, car keys, wallets, identification and credit—anything they could get their hands on, that’s what put food on the table and paid their rent.

The hardest part about the whole thing was, once joining this government program; they were given new names with no actual record. Anything that hit a record concerning any of their names was automatically deleted. The whole point of using crime to survey crime was to ensure your operatives didn’t get caught. Their identifications didn’t show up on any database imaginable, no family records, no school records, no birth records. They were basically invisible people living in a real people’s world. Which is why it was so hard for any of them to get jobs—if they did, they’d have to be paid under the table.

Not to mention, because of their skills and resources, it wasn’t hard to forge identification and records which they all kept themselves. Some would say it was an impossible program, that there was no way a group of young boys could run an operation as smoothly as this, but that was the whole point of their training, right? Once everyone was convinced it was impossible, that’s when it all blew over. There were less search parties looking for people that no longer existed, all “evidence” was burned or erased.

But the crime continued. It was their only livelihood anymore.

All of this was spinning around in Jaehyun’s head while they walked. Something in him triggered that whole very, very recent past. It was swirling so hard and so fast that the only thing that seemed to bring Jaehyun back to earth was the sound of a blaring car horn and three or four different hands on him to pull him out of the way of oncoming traffic.

“Jaehyun! Are you good, bro?” a hand waved in front of his face.

“I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before,” he muttered, basically ignoring his friend, Johnny’s question.

“You need sleep, man,” Taeyong commented, taking a good hard look at Jaehyun’s face. Sure, he looked a little tired, they all did—it was part of the job.

“I don’t think I’m hallucinating, if that’s what you’re implying.”

“I wasn’t implying,” Taeyong laughed. “You’ve been pretty out of it all day. Maybe some food would do everyone good.”

Jaehyun and the rest of the group nodded. They headed out to the nearest restaurant, a lot of chatter focused around Jaehyun to keep his mind where it belonged; which was here and now. But even as the chatter continued, shifting away from Jaehyun, his focus shifted back out, drawing Yuta’s attention. He was Jaehyun’s partner—the ones who were always on the floor doing the recon and the distracting. They were the smooth talkers, so they were pretty close.

“Hey; seriously, are you okay? Even since you saw her, you’ve been out of it. What did you see?” Yuta muttered to him, trying to keep the conversation between the two of them as to not cause a fuss.

“Maybe I am just tired, I didn’t recognize her face but I’ve seen that walk before.”

“Are you sure you weren’t just fascinated by her backside?” Yuta joked but after earning a glaring look from Jaehyun turned it back serious. “I believe you, Jaehyun. But there are just so many people we see on a daily basis, plus I’m not really sure what its relevance is. Just chill, yeah?”

“Yeah…”

#jaehyun #nct #jaehyun scenarios #nct scenarios #jaehyun series #series: embers

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clickairadio · 3 years ago

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CAIR 42: Nutritional AI That YOU CAN EAT !!

In this episode, I have a guest who discusses nutritional AI that you can eat.

Grant Everybody, this is Grant Larsen. Welcome to another episode of ClickAI radio. Wow. Today I have in the house with me. Mr. Daniel DeMillard, he is the CTO of FoodSpace, and I am just honored for the opportunity to meet him and to get to hear his story and what he and his organization has been doing with AI. Alright, let's jump into this. Okay, so, Daniel, first of all, welcome.

Daniel Thanks for having me, Grant. Great to be here.

Grant It is, it is really great to have you here and to have another another patriots in AI, right things that you guys are doing, as I got to know you. And before we started this recording, I was fascinated with the kind of work that you guys are doing and where you focus your use and application of AI. But before we get too deep into that, would you step back in time and tell us? Who's Daniel, where do you come from? And what is it that's brought you to this point to be CTO applying AI in such a cool way?

Daniel Yep, so I actually studied economics and finance in school and came across an online class by Andrew Yang on Coursera. And at that point, I just absolutely fell in love with machine learning and artificial intelligence. And I was like, wow, this is absolutely what I'm wanting. Yeah, with my life. So, you know, started studying a lot. Got a job eventually at IBM Watson, and worked at a small company doing what type classification, then I was doing some consulting on the side, where I actually got connected with iosshare, Nike, the CEO of foods, but at the time, it was a lunchbox. And they were developing a consumer facing app that, you know, they were trying to pair people with recipes. And you could set up a diet profile for yourself, and instantly order things online through instacart, based on recipes that you find. And I initially got engaged with them, building a wine pairing recommendation application, where, given a certain recipe will automatically recommend a wine pairing that would go well, really well I

Grant ...need that certain kind of food, you're like, Hey, this is the right, right,

Daniel ...we're gonna wanna medium red wine with that right or a very sweet dessert wine.

Grant Until it this where lunchbox started, they were focusing on solving that problem.

Daniel They were focused on solving the one stop shop for keeping all of your recipes together, ordering food very easily. And then also being able to manage your diets, and allergens, and just make making sure all of that was really seamless. And they also had a great mission of trying to mitigate food waste, so that they could recommend given all of the stuff that you have in your fridge that would normally sit there and forget about they could recommend a recipe and for you to make of the things that you've already selected. And so

Grant all right, very good. All right. So so then you bumped into them, and you started to work with them. Tell us a little bit about the transition over to food space. How did the vision change?

Daniel Yeah, it was actually pretty serendipitous, and rather abrupt. So back in 2019, io was a part of grocery shop, which is a big conference in the CPG space and food industry. And he's trying to pitch this idea of lunchbox to brands and retailers to get them to sign up for it. And they all have basically kept telling them the same thing of like, hey, it's a great idea. It's super interesting. I would love to but what you're asking for with all of these like dietary profiles, and The information necessary to build these types of recommendation algorithms. It's we just don't have it, we don't have ingredients and digitized nutrition labels. And, you know, we have the very minimum. So given that that information is like, Okay, well, we've got to take a step back. So he calls me up. And he says, you know, hey, Daniel, would it be possible given a bunch of computer or a bunch of e commerce images, to extract the product information from there and actually read it from those images. And I had done a little bit of stuff with computer vision by that point, using, like pre trained, convolutional neural net models on image net, and then using transfer learning to identify key regions. And so I stopped and thought about it. And I was like, yeah, you know, I think the problem is tractable enough. And the technology's in such place, now that we can absolutely solve this problem. And so yeah, two years later, we now have a model that can classify things that matter of seconds. And we're gonna extract that product information and seconds with 99.7% accuracy 99.7. So if I bring I can assume to you, and you can see the label on it, you can figure out what this is, you can identify it. Exactly. So we'll extract things like brand name, product, name, net weight, the ingredients, the nutrition label, any certifications, such as whether or not it's recycled, kosher, non GMO, vegan, all of that awesome stuff, including marketing claims, like low sodium or, you know, contains less sugar, those those types of things, well, pull out all of the relevant information from the product label. And we'll read it in the same way that a person would read it. A lot of other products that do something similar or are entirely based on the universal Product Code code, the UPC barcode on the back, where they're basically just looking things up from a database, a database might have inaccurate information, it might be out of date, so might have been accurate at one point, it might have been transmis, transcribe with whoever transcribed it in the first place, we're gonna read that label and not image, the same way that a human would label it so that it's, we're going to the ground truth.

Grant So PC based, you're actually extracting the actual text, you're figuring out what this is, and then the semantics of it. What does that mean? Oh, it means this ingredient, this so much in the, you know, in terms of the amount of the ingredient, and so forth.

Daniel Exactly. And then we will also derive new information from that information that we've extracted, such as whether or not it's going to be had certain allergens. If it contains peanuts, we're going to let you know if it has a peanut allergy. We're also going to determine whether or not it conforms to different diets. So I'm a vegetarian. And I'm constantly reading labels for obscure things like whether or not my cheese contains rennet in it, which is a animal derived enzyme. So we will read all of that for you, and then derive whether or not it's going to correspond with with your diet.

Grant So can you talk about some of the use cases around this? So are you targeting b2b scenarios? Are you doing b2c? Is that something that I as an end consumer comes in interacts with it, let's say through through my cell phone? or How are you? How are people going to consume this this cool platform?

Daniel Yeah, absolutely. So right now, we are primarily focused on optimizing the e commerce experience. So if you're on Walmart, or Albertsons or target, and you are using your favorite grocery delivery app, or you're going in to do pickup, all of that purchasing decisions are happening upfront on the e commerce website. And at the very least, we want to make sure that that information is present and accurate so that you can make the decisions yourself whether or not at the very least, you can see that ingredients label and search to see if that rennet in gradient is there, or if you're trying to, you know bulk up make sure that it has enough protein or has low sugar, low fat, whatever your dietary needs are. We want to make sure that information is there. But we really want to enable a more optimized ecommerce experiences where you know in your little left side of the toolbar, you can select vegetarian or pescatarian or low sodium diet or a South Beach diet, or I'm allergic to shellfish, and automatically only be shown products that correspond to your dietary needs. So we really think that optimizing that e commerce experience and the search is where we can have the largest impact right away.

Grant So So some of the health profile of the person intersects with this, is it coming off? Like, I don't know, like, like the fitness app? Or is it coming off of other sort of apps? And then are capturing that health information? How do you integrate with that?

Daniel Yeah, absolutely. So right now, we are basically providing the data to the retailer so that they can make those optimizations. But certainly being able to integrate with, you know, My Fitness Pal, or Weight Watchers would help optimize these experiences. And we are in discussions with those types of companies as well to improve their databases. So that you aren't, you don't have to manually type in all of that information on your fitness app, you can basically just look it up in the database, and it's accurate and recent. One problem that we've seen is that 30% or so of data is of grocery products are updated every year. So anyone I think use one of these apps has the experience of typing in their information, finding out finding the correct product, but it's a little bit outdated, the calories are a little off the nutrient profiles a little bit off, we're gonna make sure that it's updated. And in the right place.

Grant That's interesting. So you talked about accuracy, the model accuracy for AI? And I think you should say 97%. Right. 99.7.

Daniel Yeah, we are absolutely religious about that is, wow, you know, that is the problem that we're trying to solve. Right now, if you look up any product, on, say, a large, very large e commerce website, like walmart.com, there is a somewhere between 40 and 70% chance that there is at least one mistake on that website, regarding just the ingredients and nutrition information. So if you're trying to base you know, your health profile on that, it's it's an inaccurate, so we are just absolutely religious about getting every single piece of information. Correct, at least as so far as it corresponds to the product images.

Grant So is this is this just for humans? Or is this also food for animals and pets? And how does this work?

Daniel Yep, so we've definitely just, we started with humans, we are expanding to pet food and being able to build attributes around that two things like wet versus dry pet food, whether it's for a large size dog, or a small size dog. And all of those attributes we're hoping will also assist in that product search and discoverability so that you're not being shown a dog food, that's, you know, too too big for your small small dogs. Right.

Grant Right. Right. Okay. All right, that makes sense. And then in terms of what we're talking about, who it's relevant to terms, your current market, so it's for humans, obviously, animals in the future. But as we think about the humans, this English base, is it other languages, Spanish or Mandarin or others? Where are you in terms of multilingual?

Daniel Yep. So, you know, food is, I think, sacred to everyone everywhere. And as we move from this, in store grocery experience, where you're, you have the product in front of you, you can pick it up, and you can read the label to an e commerce experience, where somebody might just be dropping that off to your doorstep, and you don't see the product until it's there. We really think it's important that we have as larger reach as possible. So we definitely are working on expanding our algorithms to apply to different regulatory regulatory environments. You know, Europe has, I think, 12 allergens, whereas the united states currently has nine, and they just added sesame, to their allergens. They also have different nutrition labels and different information that they require to be on those. And then in addition to that, the different languages that are actually present there, and all of that obviously presents different technological issues, custom models for each of those markets, but really what we've spent a lot of time Building and working on is creating models that can quickly adapt to these new domains and building a really robust training pipeline. So that basically all we have to do is collect more data, instill a little bit of domain expertise, where we have to learn a little bit about that new market or that language. But after that, we can adapt our models very quickly to that new.

Grant You know, I just have to ask, given that I love the AI piece of this, as well as just the benefit that you're bringing to human family. I mean, that's, that's huge. When I think about the AI portion of this, I think, how, how was building that model? I mean, how you have a lot of cans in your food storage now. I mean, how much? How many boxes of Cheerios did you buy? I mean, that's amazing. How did you get through all that? That's just that, right? There is a big challenge, right? To get through enough instances?

Daniel Yeah, um, I Oh, and Dan, my business partners, they spent a lot of time getting kicked out of grocery stores, because they kept picking out prod products and taking pictures with their phones. And so they were kicked out of a few grocery stores, I think they learned to, you know, explain what, what they were doing their first after a little bit, but certainly a lot of time, taking pictures of your entire pantry. Going around the grocery store, just pick it up as many random things as possible. That's creative.

Grant Yeah, that's, that's really great. If you have any particular challenges in terms of the kinds of food and other words, some things don't have labels, right. So certainly asparagus typically right or decent, things like that. So how do you deal with that?

Daniel Yeah, absolutely. So currently, we only support branded foods. So it does need to have that product label. But it's interesting that you should mention certain types of foods, we were doing a analysis an audit of our accuracy. And we were noticing that a certain product category, yogurt, in particular, was creating a lot of issues for us and was very low accuracy. And it turned out that the curvature of the yogurt container, and then the fact that it kind of tapers down, creating a lot of issues for OCR model, where the text is kind of getting bunched up at the edges of that, you know, yogurt container. So we actually had to like build a specific model just to handle those types of containers. So certainly, you know, a lot of our time and effort has been focused on the corner cases in those weird scenarios where that are particularly difficult. The like, very simple run of the mill cereal box, where it's a nice rectangular box and the nutrition labels very prominent. And it's a very usual format that's easier to solve that most of our time has been focused on these weird one offs, like these tobert, tapered yogurt containers.

Grant So so let me think about because I love the, again, this problem that you're solving and how it benefits people and their dietary needs. When I think about how people can consume this, what's the way that they will be able to interact with this standard? And what's the state of what space is doing today? Is it? Is it out there ready to be used? Or Where are you guys?

Daniel Yeah, we're currently working with brands to get their data to the retailers and some retailers are a little bit further along than others and optimizing the, you know, experience for you where you can set up those dietary profiles for yourself and only be shown the products that correspond to your values, or do you only want organic food or you have a gluten intolerance, only being charged on those foods that correspond with those values or dietary needs to just getting the product information out there to the retailers in the first place. We're also working with some initial engagements with smart appliance manufacturers, things like smart fridges and smart micro microwaves, where you can simply scan the product, either using the barcode or just the front of the product and instantly have your oven or your microwave set the time timer or the temperature for you to cook that product for you. Additionally, being able to do things like recipe planning based on the products that you have in your fridge, being able to order products from I'm a retailer directly using the feature on your fridge that is based on your dietary profiles and just you never needed to get on your computer. And you could just order, you know, your gluten free pizza directly from your smart fridge that is linked to a product database with information that we're providing, we really think that more and more people are going more and more of our purchasing Our food is going to happen in this virtual digitized space, whether that's through your computer, your smart fridge, and the more that information is available, the more that we can build a more customized experience, and really make shopping easier as well, so that you aren't ever being shown products that don't correspond to your dietary dietary needs or your values. You know, even being able to set timers and things for microwave, it might sound trivial, but it really should make the entire cooking, cooking experience that easier for you.

Grant You know, I certainly could benefit from walking up to the fridge and say, what are the possibilities of what I can create from what's in there, my wife will do that she's got that AI model already in her head, but I don't have that model, same set of food and go, there's nothing in there. And then she can craft you know, miracles out of it.

Daniel So yeah, I'm the exact same way. And, you know, you could you can set user profiles for everyone in your family and say, Hey, you know, I'm a pescetarian. And my daughter's gluten intolerant and my son really only it's organic food, and being able to mix and match all of those constraints, we can figure out what recipe and you know, what to eat for dinner, right?

Grant And so it sounds like, like, like, we've done that, that South Beach diet multiple times. Sounds like you know, you can literally walk up to your, to your fridge at some point and say, Hey, what is it that I can make that is in compliance with the South Beach diet?

Daniel Exactly. And then things like, you know, macros counting, like calorie counting, and counting how much protein that you're consuming, would be a lot easier using if all of this information is digitized, and you're interacting with it in a smart fridge type environment where it can track what you're picking up and making. So I think entering information into one of those calorie counting apps is often a pain and I think, a limitation for a lot of people. So anything that can mitigate some of that barrier to getting healthier and keeping track of what we're putting in our bodies, to me is very much welcome.

Grant So we've talked about the art of the possibilities around this right? What is it that this can bring the people that dramatically influences and impacts their health? What do you see in terms of the downsides? What hurdles or challenges? What could get in the way of either people adopting this or getting value from it? What what concerns or challenges do you see there?

Daniel Yeah, so some of the things that we've seen in the industry about the difficulty to use this type of data is, every retailer kind of has a different format for how they ask for data. Some retailers want the units and the nutrition and the value to be separate. So if you have seven grams for protein, sometimes they want us separate key for seven and a separate one for brands. They might call things different. Some people might think call things, UPC, other ones call it barcode. Other ones call it product ID. So that's some of the work in transit translating the data mapping or the data model to each of those retailers can be a major bottleneck for a brand say wants to get their data to Walmart to Albertsons to target. And they basically had to look at these like massive Excel spreadsheets, but like 70 columns or 150 columns, and manually copy that data over and it's a huge pain. And that that is one of the major reasons why only the largest of brands have the resources to get their data digitized in the first place. So what we do is, you know, we're going to first extract that information for you automatically from your images. You don't have to hire a team of people to do that extraction in the first place, where we've also built these mappings for the top 10 retailers where we can automatically syndicate and get the data in the format that they want to see. Whether that's directly through an API, and just automatically updating your information through an API, fortunately, some of the grocery industry isn't quite as forward thinking. So a lot of updates are just made through Excel spreadsheets. But we'll create that Excel spreadsheet for you. So that it's basically just a matter of sending that over an email. And I think that should mitigate a vast majority of the bottlenecks currently faced in the industry. Because some of the, I could just imagine being a brand manager and be like, Alright, well, here's my data mapping. But then there's these close lists for Walmart, where, you know, I'm supposed to put in a certain beef cut type for this product. And doing that, for every single one of my 150 500 products, that is going to be a huge ass.

Grant Yeah, it has said that. It's one of the things that drew me to this. And when you and I were first talking about this recently, which was, I feel like the work that you're doing is not only scales to the larger brands, but also it's pulling out all this information that makes it available, even the small to medium business space as well. And so feels very scalable, therefore approachable to benefit a lot of people, lots of different scenarios.

Daniel Yeah, absolutely. And we try to make things as easy as possible to get integrated with our system. So, you know, our simplest use case, if you already have data and a list of URLs for your product, you're going to send us over a CSV with your URL links and the product IDs associated with those. And we'll download those images for you and process them through the system. And now you can download it and whatever data format you want, you know, CSV or JSON, or an Excel or in target specific taxonomy format, or Walmart's or Albertsons. Or you can upload it through a, you know, drag and drop upload portal where you can just drop, drag a folder of your product images into that upload portal, interact with an API, or even give us access to your put them up on an FTP server and point us to it and we will download the images there. So it's really trying to make things as simple as possible. So that whatever your tech stack is, and whatever the size of your organization is, we can help you get up and running as quickly as possible.

Grant Lots of integration strategies for if that's powerful. That's awesome. Alright, so let me ask you, if the for the people that are listening to this, where are you going to direct them to what's what's, where are you going to invite and where do they go find out more about this?

Daniel Yep, so a FoodSpaceTech.com is the place to find all of the information.

Grant Okay, FoodSpaceTech.com; Awesome. That's great.

Daniel Okay, we actually just released a brand new website. So it looks great. And you can look at it now.

Grant It looks awesome. I've asked you a ton of questions. What questions Haven't I asked you? What would you like to share that I haven't prompted you?

Daniel Yeah. So I think that can be skepticism and the world of AI. And, you know, whether or not we can do what we say that we can do. And we are, again, just absolutely religious about product accuracy. And I think it's good for anyone who knows a lot about AI to know that AI can only take you so far and the machine learning is only going to get you so far. So we've spent a very large amount of our time building a very sophisticated human in the loop process, were really trying to figure out where the ML system is doing well and can be trusted, versus when a human needs to come in and take the reins and make a more educated more critical thinking decision about things with things like building known rules between the nutrition label. So calories is a very direct calculation from total carbohydrates and protein and total fat. So we can basically just cut check to see if that calculations done well. We can cross check our nutrition information against our ingredients where we've actually built models where we can predict certain nutrition elements based on the ingredients. You know, we know that a cookie were the first ingredient might be butter or sugar is going to have more fat content than something where the first ingredient is carrots. So if anything falls outside of those ranges, we can alert it and say, Hey, something's gone off the rails here, we should make sure if human takes a look at it. For certain container types, we know we are struggle a little bit more things like that yogurt container. So instead of relying on the ML models that work most of the time, but not all the time, we can just flag that certain product type for review by a human just to get another check on it. But we really think that the just to solve a problem, at least in the near term, using AI involves humans in that in the loop and being able to really distinguish that the easy cases, the happy path that I like to call from, hey, we've seen a new domain, you know, maybe it's a it, both English and Spanish is written on the back. So our models are getting a little bit confused. Let's flag that for review.

Grant Yep. Yeah, I really appreciate the qualification around AI. I tend to prefer to think of it as augmented intelligence than artificial intelligence, I feel Yeah, I feel like that's the state of where it really is. There's so many things out there, like, Oh, you know, ai robots and Terminator that give a real misperception. But, but today, this stuff around deep fake, right, is really starting to become, you know, a bit of a challenge, right, in terms of creating even less trust around this. So it's a real misuse, if you will, of that. So in this particular case, this is obviously real, honorable use of AI itself. But the whole if we can keep people's perceptions to this is to augment your thinking process, right? Your cognitive behavior. So even though it's coming to you and saying, This is what you could or should eat, or this is what makes sense, you know, from a nutritional value, you still own the responsibility yourself, right to end up saying, Yeah, this is something I'm gonna do, I'm not passing that off, you know, to the AI model and say, do all the thinking for me, right?

Daniel Oh, absolutely. And I could not agree more, you know, we are just providing the information to you. But it still requires that critical thinking and decision about your own values and your own goals to make the final decision about what you're going to put into your body. Right. We're just trying to make that easier. Make that whole decision process simpler. Yeah. Powerful.

Grant They're very cool. Okay. All right. Any last comments, before we wrap up here, Daniel? No, it was a great to be here at Brampton. Thank you very much for having me. Yeah. Thanks for taking the time and for sharing this cool platform that you've put together everyone, go take a look at food space tech.com. Thank you for joining and until next time, go get some nutrition.

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