#and thankie for the good day wish at the end there !!

[paraliveimaginesblog]

hey there, hope you're doing well! could you please do number 16 of the kiss prompts with allen? thankies, have a lovely day! ♡

Allen Sugasano:

16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.

When inspiration hit, Allen knew he had to ride the wave.

You weren’t hanging out exactly; you were moreso doing homework on his bed while he sat at his desk and wished he was sitting next to you. The distance between you, the obligation to finish a necessary daily task rather than indulge in something that’d make him far happier because of the consequences it would have on his future, had inspired him for a new set of lyrics which led him straight down the hip hop rabbit hole. You had watched him quietly from his bed for a few seconds, with Allen nearly able to hear the eyeroll when you noticed he’d switched from ‘work mode’ to ‘hip hop mode’. You expected it from him at this point, but it also meant he’d never finish his homework on time, and that you wouldn’t be able to cuddle with him before heading back to your own home.

“Allen~” You whined, looking at the back of his head expectantly. “Allen! I want attention!”

“Hold on, let me just…” When Allen trailed off you knew he’d re-entered the zone, letting out a deep sigh and giving him another ten minutes before you started bothering him again. He doesn’t seem to think that any time has passed at all, looking at you with a tilted head before his eyes lit up.

“You can help!” Allen stood up, stumbling over the chair leg in his haste to get to you, plopping himself on the bed briefly before standing up again and retrieving the pen and paper he’d forgotten at his desk. He flashed you a bright smile as he showed you the writings he’d been working on, a little difficult to understand but the love letters you received from him helped you figure out his handwriting a little more.

“But I want to cuddle.”

“We can do that too, after—”

“Allen~! There’s no after and you know it!” You thought you could win with a pout but Allen was too genuine for his own good, wiping the look off your face in a matter of seconds when he dipped down to kiss you excitedly.

“Sorry, you know I like looking back at the songs we wrote together,” Allen laughed a little, flipping through his notebook to show you pages that were messes of ink, “Ah, do you remember when we thought of a line at the same time? …That’s when I knew we had to be soulmates…”

Allen had wiped the pout off your face in seconds with a kiss, but the end of his sentence was sure to wipe it away for an eternity. You feel your heart pounding in your chest and although you’re dating this man, and knew that he loved you, it was always nice to hear. He was sincere with his emotions, direct, and you knew that he wasn’t just appealing to your emotions to stop you from being upset with him. The way he trailed off, with a flustered look on his face like he hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud, left you feeling even more in love than you had before.

“…I’ll help you out. But we are cuddling while we do it.” You tackled him, arms wrapped around his middle stubbornly as you knocked him back on the bed, knowing his grip on the notebook and pen were tried and true. You both fell back on his bed in a fit of giggles, your head resting above his heart as you listened to its steadying rhythm.

“I don’t know if I can write like this…” Allen mumbled, trying to keep one arm around you while positioning the notebook in a way he could write on it at the same time.

“You’ll figure it out.”

[ashipiko]

Uwah, hi! Sorry, why am I getting surprised? Um, happy birthday Ashi! I hope you had a great day so far! Ryoko couldn’t come with me, but she sends her wishes too.

I have no doubts that you got a lot of birthday wishes from people who care about you already. Celebrating birthdays are super important since it marks the end of your memories for that age. A perfect closure for your past self! But, obviously, I would never ask anyone to forget themselves. Keepsaking is extremely crucial!

That’s why I bought this photo album!

You might have some already, or are keeping any photos well in some other place, but I think organizing it like this might be helpful. Having a physical copy of memories is good, but properly arranging them is even better. I really like this company’s albums because it gives you a place to write dates and notes, and you can unravel the paper to make it longer, and— Oh, I mean, I bought some stickers to decorate it too. I put a receipt in there just in case you don’t like it and want to return it but I hope it serves you well! Happy birthday again!

now ooc: Happy birthday to the only girl ever!!! i have never sent in birthday asks before so who know if i’m doing this right but WHATEVS ASHI LOOKS SUPER CUTE GOOD FOR HER GOOD FOR HER!!! drew a quick lil thing because she’s silly!!!

Hope she gets whatever she wants!!

ASHI’S BIRTHDAY CAMPAIGN! 🌺

“Ki-yuun, this is so SUPER cute! Ehe, I send thankies and hugs to both you and Ryoko~” Taking the album from Kiyuu’s hands, she examines the array of stickers and cute, simplistic decor.

“The practicality of this gift is so appreciated… Like, FR! I’ve always wanted to try stuff like scrapbooking, so you’re basically my hero for gifting this to me.” The stars in the brunette’s eyes die down a little, now shining towards Kiyuu, “Thank you SO much, again!”

(ASHI REACTION UNDER CUT)

OK THIS IS KINDA RANDOM BUT IW ANNA START OFF BY SAYING YKU DREW THE BOW ON THE ALBUM SO NICE???? YOURE REALLY GOOD AT DRAWING BOWS. LIKE. I DYNNO!!! SUPER RANDOM BUT 😭😭. the stickers are so ashicore too……. the color…….. I HELLA APPRECIATE THE EFFORT EVEN JJST PUT INTO THIS ?? and we can NOT leave the commentary for the art left alone. YOUR RENDERINT IS SO FUNNN AND I LOVE THE COMPOSITION!!!! ASHI’S HAIR LOOKS SO POOFY AND FLUFFY…… THE ACE BLEP….. EATS THEM. I LOVE YOUR ART SO MUCH KRIS!!!!!!

[writer-and-artist27]

[Image Description: Four screenshots from Fate/Grand Order showing in order, (1) the Bond Level Up screen for Assassin Mata Hari, where her Bond Level has gone up from 9 to 10; (2) the “Craft Essence Extracted” screen that shows Mata Hari’s Max Bond Craft Essence of “Worthless Jewel”; (3) a screenshot of Mata Hari’s Servant card, with emphasis on all 10 of her bond diamonds in the level screen being filled and about to be enhanced to Bond 11; and (4) a “Bond Level Limit Released” screen that shows Mata Hari’s Bond Level limit being broken to reach Level 11. End Description.]

It's been a while since my last bond achievement (and this one happened on July 18, darn work fatigue), and to make a milestone like this with one of my first Servants after the tutorial (I checked, I summoned Mata Hari a week after starting the game), it feels more meaningful.

So, with yet another song in mind, here's a story for one of my first Assassins. Thankie, Margaretha.

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Mata Hari already knew she didn't have much compared to the other Servants in her class. Even for an Assassin, the distinct lack of Presence Concealment as a skill was one of many things that made her not even close to a good fighter, so why wouldn't she give up on her wish for the Holy Grail?

She never was able to achieve a happy family life when she was alive. Trying again as a Servant felt like a faraway pipe dream at best.

But when looking into the teary, star-filled eyes of the girl named Vy Duong, she started to reconsider.

Maybe it was the first few days Vy had come to Mata Hari in the middle of the night, scared from the occasional nightmare and wanting to talk about makeup and jewelry experience to fall back asleep. Maybe it was those moments in the early morning soon after, when Mata Hari would find the girl sleepy with unbrushed hair; how the simple act of easing tangles out of those brown strands started to become a comfort to her too. Or perhaps it was when Chaldea had tried to save Paul Bunyan, and even when facing that other Mata Hari, Vy had hugged her so much harder since. Or even in Salem, when Vy asked her oddly-timed questions and even cried over her faked death because Mata Hari meant something to her.

It felt like a glimmer of hope in the first time in forever.

It's why Mata Hari couldn't find herself doing anything but smiling shakily once a rainbow flame is being offered her way in the Enhancement Center of Novum Chaldea, the mana warm and soft just like the girl who summoned her. She should've known it was coming, but seeing it was different from imagining it.

"...You... you really are serious about this, hun?"

Even when a little taller, a little tougher, Vy's smile didn't change from their first meeting — appearing bright and happy as she held the Bond Chalice up to Mata Hari's eye level. "Aye. You've been with me for almost forever, Margaretha," was the warm response back, the words seemingly making the rainbow flame glow even brighter between them. "And I'd like you to stay with me. You're one of my honorary big sisters and I love you, Margaretha. Even if," a self-deprecating giggle left her lips, "I'm kinda out of Holy Grails right now to give to you at the moment, you're still on the top of the gifting list once we restock. Because it's you and I wanna thank you."

The jewels in Mata Hari's arms felt like nothing once the words registered in the back of her mind, and looking into those star-filled brown eyes had her own start to itch. "Honey..."

"Aye." Even when her own arms started to shake, Vy carefully put the Bond Chalice on one of the nearby tables to reach over and take Mata Hari's hands in hers to squeeze. "I hope it's not too much...? Because you really have helped me a lot, Margaretha. I feel like I couldn't have gotten through everything without you, so I couldn't help but love you. And I love you very very much."

It takes Mata Hari a moment to realize the worthless jewels in her arms are falling to the ground with loud clink clink noises akin to rain, her vision blurring as she tugged on her Master's hands. Because why would she need them now? Vy merely giggles once she's tucked into a hug, her nose resting against Mata Hari's neck in a clear sign of trust as the first sob leaves Magaretha's lips.

This is what I always wanted.

"I... I love you too, Vy. Honey. I love you too. Very very much."

"Aye!"

[sweetheartsaku]

SAKU 😳

BRO THIS IS LIKE A MONTH LATE BUT HAPPY SUPER DUPER MIND-BLOWINGLY LATE BIRTHDAY 🎉🎉🎉🎂🎂🎂🎈🎈🥳🥳😍😍🕺🕺🕺🕺

I SWORE I SAW YOU POST ABOUT IT AND THEN I WANTED TO WRITE A SWEET BIRTHDAY NOTE BUT NEVER ENDED UP FINISHING IT HELP T_T

But yk what, better late than never!! ^v^ *Pats your back aggressively but not too aggressively but like some aggression is still aggressioning* Saku, my dear all-rounder txt moot of absolute brilliance with the most aesthetic jaw-dropping eye-candy-licking-licious aesthetic themes known in the history of homo sapiens, I wish you well U_U you're the typa homie that, even if we haven't talked in a while, be it a week or a couple months, we still vibe with each other cuz that's what homies do *throws gang signs* (I swear I'm not a gen alphanian)

Also, I got some cool beomgyu pics I wanna show off for no particular reason, like, even if it wasn't your birthday, I still wanna show em to you :P

Majestic beomgyu goodness, mhm

Welp, this was a super goofy super late super ATE HAHA- *clears throat* birthday letter. I hope you feel happier, even by like 0.1% after reading this message, thankie :33

- Shewbers 🍑

OMEWJFERKNJEKBFDHWBQHEWHBHEBF. SHEWBI I LOYETRALLY KJFWHEDBEWVFJDFBD IWEGYFYGFUYVHFFHYVF YDGUGYDAWJDI I LOVE U SO MUCH??? /P UR SO?? DHWGDDFSJVGJSDV

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET WORDS AND SILLY OBSCURE GESTURES !!! I. LOVE. THEM!! AND DONT LET ANYONE TELL U OTHERWISE

u are the sillest goosie, seNDING ME PICS OF MY BF????? i died. me ded. thank you broski *bows down 783039 meteres down the earth*

AND YES I FEEL 934587594758% BETTER NOW THIS IS MY MOTIVATION OF THE DAY THANK YOU SHEWBI ROOCHIE WOOCHIE!!!!!!!

[lostacelonnie]

Totally understandable ive been dealin with long work & other stuff so i feel ya. My energy levels have been all over the place. Ooh have fun in alicante! Right? Like hey im here sorry ive just been havin a time. Love discord. Hell yeah good times with good friends is always phenomenal news. Oh? Kudos for that there should be a badge for not having gulls try to steal your food. Australian magpies are notoriously asshole birds there's a whole chunk of time called swooping season where they get so vicious that mail people have to wear thick helmets to protect their head. Theres like. So much to learn in history & having adhd makes it hard so i have to pair it with like. A podcast or something to focus but it has grown on me recently too. Wish i could say the same of geography. Cool teachers are the lifeblood of learning i had so many cool science teachers. Thanks! Wolfie & kafka are my other goals of characters to get where i dont have them. Ive just been trying to catch up on the story & finally finished the luofu story. Building characters for me is just yeah this works i dont focus so hard on it anymore. No time for all that. I used arctic fox purple dye which allowed me to not have to bleach my hair so maybe thats an option? Im so ready for furina i have like. 335 wishes ready. I like team building in star rail its more. Relaxed than in genshin it feels like. Pela stays because her debuff is so helpful especially on the luofu. Bye pesky mara struck revival buff. May the courage to wear your choker in public come to you. I have & get compliments when i do. & may the future bring still easy exams for you

thankies ajskdglskjf as you can see it happened Again. ahhhh. school. AND THANK YOU IT WAS EXTREMELY FUN!!!! much better than my first trip there. got to eat SO much spanish food and omg i love all of it. not a single dish i disliked. plus i got to get my needed dose of the sea again! much more than my needed dose, in fact. we went to the beach EVERY EVENING. ive never been by the sea at night b4 and its such an awesome experience...... esp with the besties........... BUT AHEM. ANYWAY. YEAH DISCORD REALLY IS GREAT IN THAT WAY. and thank you o7 i also managed to avoid being robbed by them this time, despite the fact i was literally eating a salami sandwich next to an entire SWARM. every day i thank my luck for that. AND OH GOOD LORD????? HELMETS????? friendliest australian animal i guess 😭😭and ahhhhhh i feel you on that. luckily being diagnosed with the 'tism makes it so that teachers are obligated to let me draw during lessons so at least thats nice. and tbh with geography its funny cos like. i dont really Care about it but 1. its probs one of the easiest extensions and 2. i have an epic prof so i ended up liking it quite a lot as well. AND FOR REALLLLL tha AMOUNT of subjects ive never had a solid opinion on bc of how dependent it is on the teacher. for example my current teacher somehow managed to make me like PE. which feels illegal and yet. anyway, moving on! GOOD LUCK ON GETTING THEMMMMM wolfie has never left my team since i got her. shes op. the luofu story was so good................ tbh i dont rlly know what going on in hsr rn since i for real havent logged in since the release of luofu's last act and am not really planning to but Oh Well. i treat building chars the same way tbh [other than in honkai where i Do actually try to get good gear], i usually dont bother doing anything with my chars if im not outright struggling. not worth my time. AND AHHHHH THATS SO EPIC....... im still hovering around 175 since i havent really played recently but ahhhhh im hyped. and yeah i agree, i feel like its. Easier. to get a good team in hsr than in genshin, not to mention building it. since in genshin a lot of teams are dependent on 5* like raiden for example. who i Do Not Have, by the way. maybe one day. yeah pela IS great omg. AND THANKIES!!!! THE MOMENT I GET EVEN MARGINALLY MORE CONFIDENT ITS OVER FOR EVERYONE. and, once again thx o7!! i managed to get 100% on a chemistry short test so im gonna treat that as a good sign

[fairybinie]

Hi so uh... I didn't managed to submit my audition on time 😀 ARRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHS all my phone storage for nothing but it okay it okay it okaaayyy not rlly but it fine, i don't rlly want to be pop girl group anyway, still bummed tho, but there always next time !!

- 🥞

I SAW THESE TOO DW !! my ask game has been non existent recently sorry for not answering these sooner :/

but i love your confidence omg please lend some over to me </3 and yeah i understand so much full body pictures are so hard to take and for what !! wish selfies got us through life <//3

omg i'm so sorry :( and this was for a girl group audition ?? tell me why i thought you meant like a school play or smth HELP that's amazing tho !! but i'm sorry you couldn't submit it in time, but i'm sure there will be other opportunities in the future! and i hope you achieve your dreams nonnie <3

[thestalwartheart]

How about Smoke for the writing prompt list?! :D

The Sunlight 00q ficling was really sweet too!Thankies!

Thank you for the writing prompt and for the lovely feedback on sunlight! This one was deeply cathartic to write, and I knew right away what the fill would be. The end product is a little morose, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

For anyone else reading this who might have sent in a prompt: Snacks, Absolve and Hum will be up soon. 💕

Under the cut for length, but you can also read on AO3.

smoke. 🚬

“Filthy habit,” remarks a deep, amused voice behind Q. It carries on the wind — a blustery gale on a cold December afternoon. Sleet batters Q’s face and threatens to make the cigarette between his fingers too soggy to smoke.

“Says the man whose favourite drink consists of four measures and a twist of lemon zest. I think I’ll take advice on filthy habits from elsewhere, thanks.”

“Your prerogative,” murmurs Bond, taking the habit from between Q’s fingers. He takes a drag and hums. Q expects a ribbing over the brand (pretentious and expensive, but he only smokes a few a year, so he’s entitled, yes?). Instead, Bond passes it back to Q without any comment. “Bad day?”

Q swallows around a lump in his throat. “A perennial, I’m afraid.”

“Ah. Father?”

“Mother.”

“I’m sorry,” says Bond, in that damnably soft voice Q wishes he could forget about.

“Yes, well. Me too,” mumbles Q. “Not all the time, mind you. She wasn’t a very good mother.”

Bond snorts, surprised and knowing. “But she was one.”

“Yes.”

Oh, and that deserves another smoke, thinks Q. On his own, he tries to limit himself to one, but being forced to talk about things usually ends in half a packet gone. Yet, before he can wrangle the lid open with his freezing, sodden fingers, Bond takes it from his hand and tucks it away in the inside pocket of his coat.

“Bond—”

“How about a drink? We can trade your vice for mine.”

Q shouldn’t. Drinking on a day like this has done him no favours in the past (and he should know — he’s been living through several of these abysmal days for nearly a decade). Yet, Bond’s face is kinder than Q’s ever seen it, his eyes softer, his expression more tired looking, and it strikes Q that if anyone were to know what it’s like to lose a mother, it’s Bond, who in his long, sad life has had the misfortune to lose more than one.

Q tries a smile. It’s probably more of a grimace.

“Make it somewhere that does a decent martini, then.”

Bond smiles, and for a single moment of his wretched day, Q forgets to be heartbroken.

[mishkakagehishka]

oooh redone pinned post. nice <3 i dig the new blog layout~

anyway hihi korka! how're you~? i know it's late for ya so i hope you're able to sleep well and have pleasant dreams when you finally go to bed~~

Ayy thankies! I didn't change it much, just added some more details and the link to the sideblog ^^ And as well for you, I know there's some time until you go to bed, but I'll wish you a good night in advance~ I'm doing pretty nicely, just chilling♡

How have you been? I hope you've had a good day today, and that the weekend will end up relaxing☆

[littlepadika]

Hi Padi! I hope you had a good day today and you were able to have a restful weekend! I wish you the bestest week with lots of sunshine and no stress! 💕☀️ (🧸 anon)

thankie for thinking of me 🧸 anon. It ended up being a good day today! clear skies... i got a lot done. Cleaned the 🚗 , did my flashcards ✅ , went for a walk 💕 . I hope you had a good weekend too!!!

[aomineavenue]

angel

Pairing: Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Genre: fluff (OH WOW?)

Summary: meeting each other for the first time.

Word Count: 3k+

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mia speaks: 

just a little piece for my little baby bo to make up for the angst one i made of him lmao and bcoz BIRTHDAY BOY

if it isn’t too much, please leave a little COMMENT on this piece or REBLOG if you like it! Thanky! 

“No, ah—ah, it’s okay!” you interrupt him through giggles, dropping your hands down to your sides as you let your laugher slip through your lips at how such a well-built man turned into an adorable spluttering mess. He surely was different from the typical men that you had encountered throughout your modeling career.

It was like a breath of fresh air.

And you wanted more.

You were all smiles today with the girls as you all excitedly entered backstage to get ready. The show was going to start in a few minutes and honestly, despite the waves of anxiety rocking you back and forth, you were still very much excited for today’s show. After all, it’s the big event that the majority of the world waited to see.

Runway shows have never been a problem for you, that’s for sure. You were confident with your walk, but unfortunately, when it came to the Victoria Secret Fashion Shows, you were completely, utterly, nervous. Not only were you walking down a runway with people watching, but other people would be able to view it at home once it’s edited and polished. People from around the world would be able to watch your performance and you knew the VS Fashion Show was the talk of the world when it was that time of the year. 

Flashing a cheeky grin towards Candice, she gives you one of her own with a wink as you both sat down on your respective prep chairs that had your names on it and waited patiently for your assigned makeup artists to get started. 

“You ready?” Candice asked from her seat next to you. All you could give her was a nod and an excited squeal, causing her to laugh. “Have you invited anyone today?" 

"Oh, yeah. I’ve invited my best friends from high school since we’re around their area but that doesn’t matter since none of them responded to me so they’re probably too busy,” you said with a frown. 

Candice reaches out towards you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Well then your best friends are obviously missing out." 

You couldn’t blame your friends for not being able to attend your shows, no matter how vocal they are when it came to supporting you through scheduled video calls. They were all equally busy with their lives unlike during high school where they could find the time and support the other whether it may be your small local fashion shows or their volleyball matches. 

You wouldn’t have been able to make your dreams fully come true without their help and support. You had always dreamed of becoming a model. You were good, everyone adored your signature catwalk more than anything. Though, for the first few years when you just began, it was a little tough and a lot of competition from other aspiring models. You started off in social media, showing off your looks and your best friends were the first ones to promote it, especially Shoyo, who even ran around the halls of Karasuno High School, waving his phone in front of the faces of students to show you off. And you even had Tsukki sharing your posts though, as usual, he acted as if he was being forced. Eventually, despite still being in high school, you were recruited by a small modeling agency and from there, everything changed. All thanks to your best friends, of course. 

They never stopped supporting you, always finding the time to support your shows and even having them as your own team and because of their hard work and your own, slowly but surely, as you reached your junior year in senior high, you eventually got a name for yourself after a while, but projects didn’t come as easy or often. 

Though, that changed as soon as you approached your senior year during an after party for one of your shows. As usual, you had your team (aka your group of best friends) present with you and all their praises towards your performance during the show gained a lot of attention from various popular brands that were present as well. If anything, you were completely embarrassed by their excessiveness as brand owners began approaching you, but you were more than grateful for that night, for them, because after that night, projects started pouring in.

It was all thanks to Shoyo’s contagious energy, bouncing from one guest to the other, asking them what they thought of you. Kageyema’s persistent pestering, telling brands that they would miss out if they didn’t give you a chance, and he didn’t give them a chance to decline, not that they could anyway with how determined he looked. Then there was Yamaguchi, dragging Tsukki along to talk to different brands regarding your work, the usual tag team when it came to helping you, it almost seemed like a bad cop and good cop scenario, the receiving end not being able to escape until the two were satisfied. Even Yachi had some connections due to her mother, and had introduced you to the people she knew. 

And since then, everything took off and after becoming a well-known model in Japan, you eventually gained the attention of a huge brand that offered projects around the world, and who were you to decline such an opportunity? So as your modeling career skyrocketed, you found yourself exploring the world right after you graduated from Karasuno.

Despite being busy with your career and the time differences, you made sure to keep in contact with the people who helped you reach your dreams and they did the same, none of you drifted apart, always updating the other when needed. Invitations to your shows were always sent to the group, always expressing one day that they would be able to attend your shows. Especially since you had been recruited to become an Angel two years prior, but with everyone’s busy schedule and not having the ability to afford plane tickets to wherever the VS Fashion was being hosted, you and your friends found the time when the show would be aired and face timed each other to watch. And of course, the overwhelming love and support spilled from their mouths. 

Still, a part of you wished they would be able to attend your show today since it’s being hosted in Tokyo. You wished they would be able to see your growth in person. 

A loud squeal breaks you from your train of thought. You glanced over to one of the new girls that have been casted to run this year’s walk. "Wonder what’s that about…” you heard Candice beside you. You simply shrugged. 

“There are some really hot guys!” she squealed excitedly, clapping along. “I was taking a peek outside and saw them! They’re seated front row! Those seats are usually for our personal guests, someone tell me right now whose guests are those and please introduce me at the after party!" 

You and Candice turned to look at each other and burst into a fit of giggles. 

It wasn’t uncommon for the new girls to look around the guests to drool over celebrities that were invited, like a predator looking for its prey. You weren’t going to deny, but you were one of those girls too during your first year as an Angel, and had shamelessly flirted with one of your favorite celebrities during the after party. Thinking about it now, maybe you’ll have some fun later and find your own person to flirt with later but for now, you’re just silently praying that you don’t trip on the runway.

"Okay, can I just say that I’m really nervous right now?” you squeaked, a shaky breath escaping your lips. Your makeup artist patting the liquid shiny highlighter along your cheekbones with her fingers as Candice laughs beside you. 

She counters, flashing you a reassuring smile through the reflection of the vanity mirror in front of you, “You’ll be fine. Just relax." 

"Thank you, Shelly.” you said to your makeup artist before she gives you a nod and walks off. You let out a whine and throw your head back, your eyelids fluttering shut. “Easy for you to say, I’m opening the show this year.”

Candice extends her arm out to reach for your hand and gives it a gentle squeeze, hoping to calm your nerves. “You’ll do good.” You could always count on Candice to soothe you. That’s what best friends were for. 

“Y/N! Hurry up over here, you need to get changed!" 

You snapped back to reality and immediately jumped off of your seat and headed over to wardrobe. The last thing you heard from Candice was a yell of ‘good luck!’ before everyone begins fussing over your outfit. 

Music now blaring, excitement all over the atmosphere as the crew prepares the cue to signal you in. You were opening the show this year. The first set, which was called 'Snow Angels’ and you had been given one of the privileges of having huge fluffy white angel wings. It was heavy but nothing you couldn’t manage due to your rigorous training to maintain your model physique. They were huge and even had a trail that led down to your feet, you were able to grasp on it, to make it flow and follow you along every step. You had decided to hold onto them as you walked, an idea popping into your head. Along with the wings, you were dressed in white lace lingerie that fit perfectly and gave some accent to your well toned body. The lingerie had been adorned beautifully with gems that gave them a boost, making it sparkle when lights shine towards your direction. Plus, the silver heels were to die for. You really did look like an angel.

Bobbing your head to the music, dancing along to calm your nerves. You keep your gaze locked up ahead, a small smile playing on your lips. This is what you enjoyed the most, despite the nervous feeling you felt, you loved the adrenaline that coursed through your body. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins whenever you walked, you enjoyed the catwalks the most in your line of work. 

Hearing your entrance nearing since there was a rehearsal beforehand, you already knew when to start walking despite being given the signal from the crew members that stood around you. Giving them your signature cheeky grin, they give you their thumbs up of good luck with a smile plastered on their faces.

Following the beat of the music blaring through the place, your feet carried you through it, going exactly at the pace of the beat. As you reached the middle of the stage, you started with your signature catwalk entrance that your fans adored, you had your back facing the crowd for a second before you heard your cue to spin around from the music. You flashed the crowd with a smile and this only caused them to erupt into cheers. You began your walk, your feet taking you along in sync with the beat, your hips swaying to the rhythm. Letting your wings go for a second, you encouraged the crowd to go louder with your hands as you walked along the path, the smile still on your face. 

In an instant, your eyes catch a glimpse of a familiar mop of bright orange hair and your eyes widen ever so slightly, not expecting to see your group of friends standing up clapping happily at the sight of you with the biggest smiles on their faces. Time seemed to slow down but you were able to see them clearly. 

Yachi waved happily towards you with tears in her eyes, Yamaguchi giving you a thumbs up and a wide smile while Tsukki just looked at you with that irritating smirk but he looked proud, nonetheless. Kageyama waving a little flag with your face printed, his usual sheepish smile that you were accustomed to nowhere to be found, replaced with a wide smile that could compete with Shoyo’s. Speaking of the ball of sunshine, there was Shoyo, gaining the attention of the camera crew, jumping around excitedly with one hand in the air and his phone in the other, most likely capturing your walk, all the while, shouting your name. 

However, that wasn’t what just had caught your eye but the familiar looking person next to Shoyo who was equally as energetic as he was and you couldn’t help but let the warmth rush to your cheeks at the way he was looking at you in awe. A sudden surge of happiness bubbles in your chest at the sight of the duo excitedly chanting your name over the loud music, you were sure that the editing team would use the footage for when the show airs all over the world.

Despite not fully recognizing who the person next to Shoyo was, you couldn’t help but feel the butterflies burst in your stomach as you caught his eye. You were used to this kind of energy being best friends with Shoyo but something about his whole aura wanted to make your heart burst from the excitement. Summoning the courage, you send a flying kiss and a wave towards his direction. A grin makes its way to your lips at his unexpected reaction. It was like the one in cliche romantic movies where the guy captures the flying kiss with his hand and presses it to his heart before sending one back. You were hooked.

As you reach the end, you give the crowd, especially looking at the camera, your signature pose before gripping onto the wings once more, swaying yourself to create a flow as your eyes focus on the camera capturing your movements as if to seduce your viewers. Breaking out into a breathtaking grin, you spun around to walk back. As your feet carried you, you couldn’t help but glance back at where your friends were seated, your grin never wavering at the sight of Shoyo waving like a maniac, pointing towards your direction as he began telling the people surrounding him that he was your best friend. 

Your eyes caught golden ones once more and your heart skips a beat at the evident adoration mixed in his orbs. You felt breathless and giddy, slightly flustered at the thought of this mysterious man that was seated next to your best friend. You mentally note to yourself to ask Shoyo about him later and silently hope you would see him at the after party before disappearing to the backstage to prepare for your next set.

You had 3 sets for the year, the first one with the 'Snow Angels’ and then a set during the middle of the show and then the last set for the evening. The second set involved you wearing a sort of witch costume. You wore deep purple lingerie with a tiny hat that was pinned comfortably at the side of your head. The purple heels weren’t just a finishing touch, but the witch broom too. And the final set you wore, black lingerie. It was more of a corset but the texture was wonderful, lace, with some parts see through. You felt confident, so beautiful. A skirt was paired up with it, a small trail following you at the back. 

And every single time you walked down that runway, you would glance over at your best friends and him, winking playfully or sending kisses, Shoyo thinking it was directed at him but little did he know that it was for the energetic man with spiky white-grey hair with black streaks that resembled a horned owl that was on the receiving end of your playful gestures. And the man himself knew it too, playfully sending it back that made your heart beat rapidly in its confinement. Your friends, well aside for Shoyo, probably noticed that everything was directed to him, but you couldn’t find yourself to care as your confidence was at full percentage with how sexy you were feeling wearing lingerie.

As the show ended and you stood there happily in a line with the rest of the girls, your bubbly self began to show as you began dancing along to the beat of the music. It was another successful year. 

Now, it was time for the after party. 

You barely had the time to search for your friends as you were always pulled by either your co-angels or people you had wanted to work with. It was so difficult to reach them as they were situated from across the room, having their own little party and not really wanting to leave each other’s side, but you really wanted to join them at the realization that the man that was seated next to Shoyo earlier at the show, who you had been practically flirting throughout your walk, was a part of their group and it wasn’t just a coincidence of them seating next to each other. Then again, something in the back of your head was nagging you that you knew him, something about his aura completely familiar. 

After what seemed like forever, you were finally able to slip away from the people who wanted your attention, having the chance to see your friends after so long. However, before you could approach them you were pulled back by your forearm and as you were about to reprimand the intruder, your plan of actions were put to a halt as your eyes met his golden orbs. 

“Hey, hey, hey?” he starts sheepishly, a small smile playing on his lips as he releases his grip. 

A giggle slips past your lips as your shoulders relax. “Hey, hey, hey,” you repeat his words teasingly with a playful grin, “And what can I help you with?” 

“This may seem really weird since we don’t know each other but can I ask you a question?” he asks, shifting his tone to a more serious one but with one look into his eyes, you can see them twinkling with playfulness and you couldn’t help but nod your head to his request. “Did it hurt?” 

Brows knitting together in confusion, you tilt your head to the side at his question. “Did what hurt?” 

In a second, his features shift from the serious one that he had to one where his lips twitched to a grin, “When you fell from heaven.”

You suppress the heat that wanted to rush up to your cheeks from his cheesy pick up line, completely flustered. You were used to guys flirting with you but how was he able to surprise you and made you want to squeal like a high school girl? However, despite being flustered by his flirting, you weren’t one to back down so easily. Blinking a couple of times, trying your best to not look fazed by his words. “Are you implying that I’m Satan?” you ask, folding your arms across your chest as you arch a brow at him. 

He doesn’t expect your answer and turns into a spluttering mess before you. “No, I—I just,” he stutters, brows furrowing in frustration thinking he had failed to woo you with his pick up line, he was going to reprimand Atsumu who had told him it would work. “You—you’re an angel, ah you know, a Victoria’s Secret Angel, and I—” 

You interrupt him through giggles, dropping your hands down to your sides as you let your laugher slip through your lips at how such a well-built man turned into an adorable spluttering mess. He surely was different from the typical men that you had encountered throughout your modeling career. 

It was like a breath of fresh air. 

And you wanted more. 

Just as he wanted more of you when he stops his explaining at the sight of you bursting into a fit of giggles and he couldn’t even find himself to be embarrassed anymore at the sight of in your bubble of happiness, the way your face were scrunched up from laughing or how the sound of your laughter was like music to his ears, a smile making its way to his lips as he watches you in amusement. Ah yes, you truly were an angel to him. 

“No, ah—ah, it’s okay!” you gasp out through your giggles, shaking your head slightly as you try to regain your composure by holding onto your sides, “I didn’t mean to ruin your attempt at flirting.” 

He tilts his head to the side, the smile on his lips widening. “Oya? Why’s that?”

“Well...” you trail off, a smile matching his as you relax from your outburst, “I wouldn’t oppose to such, if it’s from you, that is.” 

He’d have to thank Shoyo for bringing him along. Your mere smile from afar was already breathtaking but now that he was close, he wanted to see it every single day of his life. Extending his arm, he holds his hand out for you to shake, “The name’s Bokuto Koutarou.” 

Taking his hand in yours, your eyes widen slightly as his name slips out of his mouth, “The Bokuto? The one that Shoyo’s been gushing about during freshmen year? I knew you looked familiar!” 

“The one and only,” he chuckles as he shakes your hand, listening intently as you introduce yourself, not wanting to let go of your hand just yet. He lets your name roll off his tongue experimentally and you mentally note to yourself that you loved the way that it did. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” A Happy Birthday indeed.

[kanene-yaaay-o-retorno]

The boy on the farthest table

Kanene’s Notes:

So, I’ve been reading all the fluff content with Dadzawa I could find and I am very surprised I didn’t manage to stumble in a Dadzawa running a Cat Café so I thought ‘h e y’ why don’t I make it??? SO here we are!!

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* That fanfic has Dadzawa and Yamadad and their relatonship can be seen as romantic, if you wish.

* This happens in the same universe as This Fanfic Here and you can also find it on AO3.

* No warnings this time!! Only fluff and a bit of hurt/comfort.

* This characters do not belongs to me. They all belongs to the amazing the manga/anime Boku no Hero.

* Something around 2.500 words. -w-)b.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any advice is very very welcome!

* Tô com preguiça de postar a versão em português brasileiro aaaa! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Eat a delicious snack, sleep a bit, take care and drink water and sleep well! Byeioo!~

                         [~*~]

Aizawa doesn’t really care about his clients more than the strictly necessary amount. He arrived where he is because of the cats and the coffee. If people paid more because he decided to mix both together and open a business with that premise than better for him.

 So, yes. Aizawa doesn’t care at all about his clients. Neither held any favorites above the others, don’t matter what Yamada tried to imply with his ‘discrete’ smug eyes and knowing grin as, for the second time today, the black haired worker narrowed his eyes at the boy sitting on the farthest table, lost in his deep thoughts as he stared intently at his notebook just like he has been doing for the past two hours, lazy scribbles fulfilling the lines in a tired, yet determined attempt to keep going.

 The owner of the Cat Café didn’t really care about what his clients did as long it didn’t annoy his cats or him.

 However, that doesn’t mean he kept himself completely oblivious of what happened at his establishment nor the persons who attended there.

Perhaps he wasn’t the most enthusiastic worker there – that is why him and Hizashi had an unspoken agreement that he would stay firm on his place making drinks and serving pastries, sometimes scaring some insufferable clients away, while the louder, social friend would focus in talking and getting the orders, – but he knew enough to not be a bad one.

 He knew that the girl with yellow bright eyes and nuts and bolts shining in between her curls liked strawberry muffins, tended to not be able to stand still for much time, and visited on Fridays, so he always kept one baked sweet hidden for her on these days.

 Just like he always recognized that tall, skeleton-like adult as soon as his form crossed the door. A client who came especially for the cats and the Jasmin tea, although always sneaked a couple and more glares to the cat-themed cookies, so he made sure to “accidentally” drop one with the donuts he always asked to go for “- a friend! He loves them but is often very busied with work… So, I thought I could try and treat him a bit after everything he already did to me!” And also, who, in the next day, came back to attempt to pay for the free cookie but was, day after day, defeat by Hizashi’s stubbornness and convincing abilities, leading the loyal client to make sure to put a generous tip on the Tip Jar as a revenge, making sure to stare intently at the pouting worker during the whole process.

 Or the young girl with red eyes full of curiosity and a tongue full of questions which him and Yamada took turns to answer, eliciting shy smiles, bright excitement and a glare full of gratitude from her older brother, who used the free time to study while she ate and played with the kittens, sometimes even falling asleep when his two friends – an extremely quiet boy with a gigantic sweet tooth and an electric smiley girl who always convinced the younger one to help her to gather the biggest amount of sleepy cats to nap on the blond teen before he wakes up in the middle of purrs and laughter - accompanied them.

 That being said, Aizawa liked to be informed and, above everything else, was good at getting the information he needed. He mastered the skill of analyzing details and understanding situations others used to ignore, making connections and arriving to conclusions that seemed foreign to others, that is why he continued to cast quick frowns and glances to the boy, doesn’t liking at all how his brain continued to run and turn, seeking for any answer or hints of what happened to him, only to get at nowhere. He was, obviously, just trying to assert the situation, which had nothing to do with the fact that the boy – always shining, always with such a bright smile every time he ordered anything – was alone on this Saturday. A not so rare occasion, since even though the café was a common place for him and his friends to meet – an occurrence impossible to ignore due how full of energy and joy and chaos and energy they all were, - he also seemed very keen to spend hours writing and studying on his own.

 However, there was something different today. Something to do with how quiet, concentrated, calm, lethargic the teenager was acting the whole time, which worrie- no, intrigued him.

 Because Aizawa wasn’t worried. Of course not. That would be illogical and preposterous. He wasn’t anything to the child, not his family, not a friend, not a relative, just the guy who grunted a one-word answer every time the younger tried to make small talk and pretend to not notice him and Hizashi trading cute cat videos and pics during the blonde’s breaks.

 Hell, he didn’t even share more words than the necessary with the green haired boy. The longest interaction they ever had was when the younger one came to him on his first time visiting the place and asked for more cat toys, since all the available ones were already being used. Which maybe or maybe not led to Aizawa leaving his friend to deal alone with the orders while he took his time to show and explain the favorite toys of every cat the green boy pointed.

 Which was, sure, only a revenge on his boisterous coworker since the aforementioned interrupted his morning nap by tripping on him on his way to the kitchen (and yes, it was Yamada’s fault for not looking at where he’s going and obviously not Shouta’s because he decided to ‘JUST FREAKING PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR. HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO SEE IT?’) and, not content with his actions, decided to lock the other out of his own establishment,  only letting him come back after lunch and, consequently, at least five hours of sleep, leaving him on the care of Nemuri, who proceeded to tease him unmercifully for the whole length of yesterday.

 Consequently, it was only a payback, of course. The gleam on the smaller’s eyes as he took notes on a well worn out notebook and the fact that, on the next Saturday, the boy distributed all the correct toys between his friends and their favorite cats were two completely ignorable things and therefore unrelated with the quick, barely visible smile appearing on the corner of his mouth on the respective day and every time he remembered that occurrence.

 But, when a quiet sniff reached his ears, Aizawa almost felt his neck crack with how quickly he turned on the other’s direction, just in time to see the ending of the teenager’s action of wiping a few tears away. The one who definitely didn’t get enough sleep on his entire life to deal with it sensed his left eye twitch.

 That. Is. It.

 “Shouta…” Hizashi whispered behind the usual smile he plastered for the customer in front of him, nodding while writing down what she said and chipping excitedly for her to just wait a little bit to get her order, deviating his attention to his friend when she moved away to sit in one of the unoccupied tables, both taking the opportunity of having no more customers in the line to held some private words. “Do you want me to go there?” his voice was bathed in worry, because his coworker was emotional like that.

 “No.” And Aizawa didn’t know why he was so fast to answer, however he was already washing his hands, mind running, seeking to remember how other people - besides his friends, who were barely humans, - worked. “You know I hate being the cashier.”

 “Riight.” His way-too-smug-grin was fast to become a snicker when his friend aimed a kick on his shin, which he promptly dodged. “Hey! I didn’t even say anything!”

 “Your thoughts are loud. I will be right back.”

 His eyes were focused on the kid, who now was curled on his chair, chin resting on his knees as his arms firmly hugged his legs, making him look even smaller.

 Aizawa grunted, part of him feeling inclined to just drop an entire gallon of water on his head to successfully wash all his problems way, or maybe shake all the bad, lying thoughts taking over his mind and resulting in a few tears to escape what, on its turn, made a strong feeling of protectiveness, which was immediately ignored, shines on him. But Shouta knew he couldn’t act on any of those two options because it wasn’t “socially acceptable” – nor very useful, but he ignored that part, - and “problems” and “people” tended to be more complicated to help than that.

 The older sighed, kneeling on the spot before the front door where the sun passed through the window and made a perfect warm piece of floor for the big, - extremely big - messy pile of purple fluff lay and nap without a single worry in the world, not even stirring as the customers had to tiptoe around him to get in and out of the establishment.

 Shinsou hissed when Shouta first petted him, although was fast to purr louder than a machine as the human began to scratch behind his ears, going back to his peaceful sleep. He was the most calm, chill and snarky cat he has ever seen. His hobbies consisting on getting on the highest shelves to watch the entire place with a judging, tired glare and napping on people’s laps, especially when they were about to head out, which made his customers to order something else and stay for at least more fifteen minutes, not having the heart to interrupt the purple’s sleep.

 Needless to say, he and Aizawa got along just fine. Even with the animal’s habit of climbing him to nap on his shoulders and teaching the younger kittens to do the same thing, knowing very well the one with dark hair would never have the heart to put them away, the human knew he sustained a soft spot for him.

 Nemuri and Yamada liked to tease him, affirming that Shinsou was his cat form and Shouta would never admit he agreed with them.

 He also ignored the implications of that when he remembered Shinsou was one of the green haired bag of energy favorites.

 “I have a mission for you.” It was the only mumbled warning the cat had before being carefully scoped on the human’s arms, melting on the embrace, hissing, yawning and then proceeding to melt even further. Shouta huffed, amused.

 ‘Brat.’

 Another signal that the teenager was much more trapped in his mind than the normal was the fact he didn’t realize the adult coming closer, nearly jumping three feet in the air as Aizawa’s command hit him.

 “Sit correctly.”

 The teenager yelped, looking at him, at himself and then at him again, a strong shade of an ashamed red taking over his features. “O-o-of course, sir! I am sorry!” He bowed, putting his feet on the ground and straightening his back, a slight tremble on his movements making the adult frown.

 “Don’t think too much about this.” And before any protest could come out of the other’s mouth, Aizawa laid Shinsou on his legs, leading the boy to freeze completely, eyes locked on the cat, who just blinked lazily at him and started to knead his thighs, low, rumbling purrs escaping, demanding the new human as worthy.

 A barely suppressed squeal flew from the younger, who already seemed ready to cry again, although for different reasons.

 The cat café’s owner hid his amused smile by catching a kitten who approached with curiosity, petting him and proceeding to flop him on the soft, green curls. Ojiro meowed, purring and immediately attempting to eat his new environment.

 “I…” His wide, wobbly smile increased further as Shinsou butted his head on the teenager’s palm, his voice, a whisper, lapsing for a beat. “I love them.”

 There was no way for the adult to hide his snort at his words, but the Problem Child seemed unfazed with his reaction, turning to him with shiny eyes and smile.

 “Thank you so much, sir!”

 After a nod, Aizawa turned away and came back to his spot behind the counter. And if talking and taking orders when Hizashi uses part of his break to “discreetly” take a few pictures of a beaming boy smiling to the camera and pointing the cats on him to send to him later, is much more bearable than before? It has absolutely nothing to do with the young figure on the farthest table sporadically giggling as he plays with an Ojiro who is fiercely convinced he can win the battle against the red laser.

 […]

 “Excuse me, Yamada-san. I’m sorry, but my order was 476 yens and you only charged me 200.” Aizawa knew the boy was going to lose the fight the moment Hizashi only grinned and locked the cashier, completely ignoring the two pieces of paper on the other’s hand.

 “Don’t worry about it, little listener! Don’t worry! Take this as a thank you for letting Shinsou and Ojiro sleep on you for one hour, okay?”

 “B-but sir! It was no problem at all!” The way he moved to prove his point made Aizawa picture a small, energetic bunny. “I really like them and I was going to stay here longer anyway!”

 “Now, now, young boy.” Hizashi pointed a finger at him, trying and failing miserably to see or sound at least a tad chastising. “Refusing a ‘thank you’ is a serious offense, I wonder if I will need to give you a free blueberry muffin to go because of that…”

 “No!” Aizawa huffed, turning away from them and heading to the tables, taking the opportunity of how low the business was to clean and prepare them for the next customers, stopping right on his tracks, mid step as a wide, pleading glare found his. “Aizawa-san,” he shook the 276 yens at his direction, puppy eyes staring right on his soul, “please.”

 The dark-haired one scoffed, looking away from the powerful graze. “Don’t bring me into this. Fight your own battles, problem child.”

 Hizashi laughed at the pout he received in response, having pity on the loyal customer. “Okay, okay. I give. You can pay for this.” Aizawa glared at him, one eyebrow up in a non convinced expression. His friend winked, big grins as the younger turned to him, much more smiley. “With a hug.”

 Problem child seemed surprised, especially when the flamboyant employee jumped across the counter and stopped in front of him, arms open in an invitation. “Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” His voice was softer. “I can always accept 100 yens if you really want me to, little listener.”

 He didn’t understand the magic thing his friend always managed to do. The way he succeeded to dance around someone’s barriers, finding openings and walking through them, asking no permission to get closer yet always attentive when to stop and retreat or to talk about every or anything. The same magic he showed when they were teenagers.

 Tsuyu meowed and Aizawa kneeled down to give her attention for as long as the embrace lasted, pretending to not notice the two hugging behind him, the taller lightly swaying them while the younger relaxed, melting on the touch.

 A few seconds later the anxious bunny was bowing, thanking them and getting out with a gleam on his face, hugging happily the notebook next to his chest and petting Cloud before going away. Shouta came back to his spot, Yamada followed and the green hair disappeared on the corner.

 “We’re not adopting the Problem Child.”

 “But he already even has a nickname! Shoutaaa, it’s meant to be! And you’re already soft for him as well, don’t deny it.”

 He scoffed. “Shut up. You try to say no to those fucking puppy eyes next time.”

 “You fought well,” Hizashi patted his shoulder, his own gaze getting a dangerous, gleaming light. “Dadzawa.”

 The rarefied clients distributed across the café jumped when, between laughter and dramatics cries of pain, the blonde fell on the ground, a half pleased, half evil smile presenting itself on the shorter’s face in a flash before his impassive expression took over and he calmly continued with his usual chores, pointedly ignoring the ‘It was so worthy it’ snickered by his friend, still laid on the floor.

[elliewritessometimes]

So hey It's me, ari, back again—mainly to say hi (hello!) but also for the writing prompt ask game thing! Speaking of umm

39. leaning into the other's side - Cairo and Riley (needless to say but. Romantic please :D)

ari!!!! hi how are you i hope you're good thanky for the ask aaaa

this is in the same au as a wip im working on and you need to know that cairo can read minds and riley can manipulate metal and that it is a kind of dystopian fantasy :D

haha i said to myself that this wouldn't be hurt/comfort and yet here we are

tw: minor injury, mention of war and fighting and knives, swearing

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They're thirteen and their first war of many has just begun.

Children should not be fighting. They should not be risking their lives because of the mistakes of adults who should know better by now. Children should be using their powers for fun, causing giggles and eyes shiny with joy, not glimmering with exhausted tears.

Cairo dryly thinks how similar this battlefield looks to the one she read about in her fantasy novel this morning, barren and windswept. But, in the novels, the children always win and the adults always listen in the end and there is always a happy ending. Real wars aren't like the novels. These wars are designed for adults, fully trained and prepared, not children, thrust forwards because those who are meant to be responsible just don't have the energy to care anymore.

Cairo reaches the base, trainers slapping against the ground, mind whirring and alert, roaming the area for any thoughts of further attack. There's nothing. With a relieved sigh, she ducks inside the tent.

"Riley!" She drops to her knees. The redhead is curled in a corner, nursing her scraped fingertips. She looks up dazedly as Cairo enters.

"Cairo- they- I had to, I had to pull knives from rocks, I couldn't bend their swords fast enough, I had to make my own but it hurt so bad, Cai, my hands-" Riley's pleading, shivering from her seat, so weak from having to use her manipulative powers so intensely. Cairo hushes her softly, gathering both of her hands in one of hers. The younger girl's nails are bleeding, chips of summoned metal embedded underneath them.

"Oh, Riley, I'm so sorry." She tests the warmth of the other girl's forehead and frowns at its feverishness. "Fuck, Rye, I should have stayed." Cairo fumbles for her first aid kit with her free hand, snapping it open to reach for antiseptic and plasters.

Riley shudders as Cairo dabs cotton buds onto the injuries on her fingers, tears pooling beneath her eyes. "Yeah." She gasps for breath a little. "You- you should have stayed and you didn't but I'm okay. Luckily." Her voice cracks, but the sharp hurt is still there.

Guilt spreads like a disease through Cairo's consciousness. Her mind itches to delve into Riley's thoughts but she carefully suppresses it. "I'm sorry." She tucks the last plaster around Riley's left thumb, before neatly putting the kit away. The apology hangs heavy in the air, Riley's breathing echoing around the small space. Cairo shuffles around, precariously leaning back against one of the tent poles. She wishes she could do something to apologise properly to Riley - words can't really emphasise the damage enough.

Riley stares at the ground. Her whole body shakes with fever and exhaustion. Cairo tuts. "Don't."

"I didn't do anything!"

"You tutted. I'm fine. I would be even more fine if you hadn't left me to fight alone."

Cairo sighs. Rubs her eyes. Regrets things that no thirteen year old should be regretting.

Riley huffs and leans into Cairo's side. "I was alone."

Something shifts in the air and anger surges inside Cairo at how pathetically weak her girlfriend is. She wishes that the world was stronger. Instead of pushing Riley away, instead she pulls her closer, holding the younger girl safe. "I can't always be there to look after you. I was attacked as well."

"That doesn't mean you should abandon me! It hurt, Cairo."

"I couldn't do anything about it! I can't save you every time!" This time the silence buzzes, breathing fast and tightly wound. Cairo, as usual, gives in first. "Sorry."

"Sorry." Riley releases a breath, pressing her warm face into Cairo's battered shoulder. "God, I want to go home."

"I know, Rye, I know. We'll make it back one day, I promise." And, with a kiss to the top of Riley's head, she closes her eyes.

[writer-and-artist27]

003 for robin and musashi !

Hi Lu (=ﾟ▽ﾟ)/ Thankie for the ask! And... Big Robin and Shii-chan? Oh goodness.

(￣▽￣)ゞ Here we go then!

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

Robin Hood (Fate)

How I feel about this character: I love him. I really really really love him. He's Big Robin - the Archer who helped me through the beginnings of FGO for me and more, not to mention the main catalyst for me to get more seriously into FGO to begin with through my writing. Not to mention his episodes in Last Encore had me tempted to cry with how he was trying to stay loyal to Dan's spirit. Add in his sarcasm, poison-use (that is SO cool to me, along with his archery skills) and Heart of Gold throughout Summer 3, SERAPH, and Salem? I couldn't help but love him more, especially since he reminds me of my boyfriend <3

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: If not counting Mastersona Vy/Vy Duong who I write for in Passing Days? Um. Maybe Female Hakuno if she ever summoned him in Extra? Just because I've seen plenty of fanart of them together in Pixiv and that's the only ship I'm okay with.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Billy the Kid, Geronimo, and EMIYA. Just because all three bring out different sides of banter with him and it's really fun to see. An honorable mention to Mata Hari too, since he calls her "sis" in the Salem manga and I find his deferring to her and respecting her prowess really cute.

My unpopular opinion about this character: He really shouldn't be shoe-horned into being the lackey for very despicable characters. Big Robin deserves better than being a fucking lackey. Heck, I loved seeing his dynamic with Dan - the devs taking it out in CCC and putting in BB and his own (forced, by the way) abuse of Passionlip was not fun. Only reason I'm okay with Ibaraki and Melt in FGO canon is how Ibaraki and Melt are both shown later on to have their good sides, compared to BB who I still want to punt off the moon and into the dead of space to suffocate on her own data.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I wish we could see him try to apologize and reconcile with Passionlip. Because from what little I've read of CCC, in any other circumstance, he would've never acted the way he did towards her. Not to mention I want to see him kick BB's ass and succeed, because BB is a bitch and Passionlip deserves better.

Favorite friendship for this character: Billy the Kid. No doubt about that.

My crossover ship: Hm. I'd be tempted to try seeing how Yukiko from Persona 4 would react to him, but I still need to finish Persona 4's anime to gauge that.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

Miyamoto Musashi (Fate)

How I feel about this character: Shii-chan... I wasn't expecting to love her the way I did, but let it be said by the time I was at the end of Shimosa, I was tempted to scream at the same time as Guda and begging her not to go. Olympus didn't help. At all.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: Probably Guda? That's the only one I can think of right now.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Mash and Holmes! Because I love how she helped both of them out with their confidence and fighting prowess in Olympus. Also Muramasa, because of how she calls him "Gramps." :>

My unpopular opinion about this character: She did not deserve to go out in a Deux Ex Machina boss fight to Chaos. Chaos was contrived, pointless, and unneeded. She was confidently bi and I WANTED TO KEEP HER, DAMMIT.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: DATA LOST MY ASS, I wanted to see Guda be successful in resummoning her in canon, goddammit. It's why I wrote things the way I did in Passing Days, because I'm so fucking tired of fake gods taking friends away like they're dominos on a board.

Favorite friendship for this character: Katou Danzo, Kotarou, Guda, Mash, the list goes on. :>

My crossover ship: Hm. Not sure on this one.

Thankie again, Lu <3 I needed to write all that out.

[kanene-yaaay]

What’s the matter, Giggly Storm?

Kanene’s note: HAAAAAPPYYYY DAAAAAY DEAR @lazytickles!!!! I know, I know, I am VEEERY late buuuuut I still wish you a wonderful and magnificent non-birthday day!! Gooooosh!!!! You’re amazing, fun, adorable and I’m really glad to be your friend! >w<

Okay, I got a little carried away, again sdfghjkedfrtgyuj. Enjoy your gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle teasy fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* This is most like a teasy post with Ler!Roman and implied Lee!Virgil

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops!

[~*~]

“Ticklish? Oh, no, no. The big, bad, Virgil can not be something so cute and sweet as ticklish, right? Hm? What did you say? For me, the most incredible and stunning prince of the entire world to shut up? But I’m agreeing with you, Stormcloud! I’m just saying that it doesn’t matter how much I scribble on your neck, being careful to go veeeeery slowly up up up to behind your red little ears and then going calmly dooown to your collarbones only to repeat the process again and again and again, or if I swirl my nails on your armpits, scratching and encircling that exactly spot on the middle just to go lightly  t i c k l i n g all the way up to your elbows and repeating the cycle so you can never, ever, ever, predict when I decide to finally strike, digging in that lovely pits of yours!

But, of course! What am I saying? Doing all of this and more will result in nothing at all because you claimed to me you’re not ticklish. Not even a little. An itsy bitsy tickly ticklish. So it will probably be so easy for you to keep your arms nice and up for me, right? Doesn’t it sound fun?! What? Now, now, my citric friend, you really need to speak out loud if you want me to understand you! Honestly! 

Okay, okay! I need to ask- stop bating my hands away, geez! They’re just tired and attempting to rest a bit here on your sides, and if they end up poking and prodding a bit your sensitive ribs? They’re just accommodating themselves, be a little patience would ya? – Anyway, as I was saying before being so rudely interrupted, seeing you shaking and hiding that beautiful and now completely red face of yours behind your hands, refusing to talk to me more than one or two adorable squeaks makes me feel like you’re trying to hide something here. What thing you may ask? Look, I really, reaaaally don’t know- Hey hey! What did I just say about trying to pry my hands away? They’re just walking around, man! Scratching, poking, drawing forms and giving a special attention to every inch of every single rib? Yeah! But they’re bored! In case you didn’t notice I’m doing my best efforts trying to engage a conversation here but you’re just too much occupied being a wiggle wiggley worm to answer me so, for real, you’re the one to blame.

ANYWAY! What were I talking about? Oh, yes! You wouldn’t be so malefic to hide something from you best, most stunning and handsome friend Roman, would you, Virgey?  Something like… a melodious laughter, amazing giggly giggles or adorable snorts… No? What do you mean by ‘nohohoho’? Are you denying my compliments? Now that won’t do! No, no, don’t you try to squirm and escape from the squeezes I’m so dearly gifting to your sides! Also, squeeze is such a good sounding word, don’t you think? I mean, look!

Did-

Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeezesqueezesqueezesqueeze! THERE IS! That precious, beautiful laughter I’m talking about!!! See, I told you it was melodious! Such a fabulous song! All the high pitched squeaks, the sweet yelps and great squeals… It’s really inspiring, my wiggley, cutie little worm. I even thought in a song we could both sing together!! What? No, no! No hiding your adorable face again! Here, let me- stop squirming, I’m trying to help you! Oh, keep that death treats for yourself, we both know you’re loving this just was much as I am!

Now there we go! I will keep those hands aaaaall the way up here so they don’t get on our way, okay? Don’t give me that pout! You’re very wrong if you think I will not ticke tickle tickle tickle that sensitive hips of yours just to put that shiny smile again in your face!! 

Did you-

Did you just scoff? At my very own handsome face?? Are you doubting my tickly skills? Oh, you better get ready because YOU asked for this! 

Hm? Why am I lowering my head? No reason! No reason at all! ‘Don’t’? Dohohohon’t, what, dear Giggly Storm? I’m doing nothing! Just getting a little closer and closer and cloooser and- Oops, my fingers slipped! Well, don’t be that surprised! You were all squirmy and arching your back! Honestly, it was like you’re begging for me to tickle, drum my fingers all over your ticklish, oh, sorry, I mean sensitive spine. 

Now, hypothetical question, if you could have all the raspberries, and I mean AAAAAAAALL the raspberries on you quivering belly, your ticklish ribs, your blushy neck and on every single tickle spot you would dare to ever imagine how much of them would you want? 

And after that? Oh, don’t worry, adorable lee, I am full of ideas already!

[lostacelonnie]

Gotta keep that hope around for sure i will keep my fingers crossed for you. Oh that is a win win i gotta remember that, i say as if adhd wont make me forget. I usually just look for em to see like. What kinds are around. Whole ones. Broken ones. Weird shapes. Its interesting. Dont take any with me though. That. Makes me wonder how they teach english over there. Honestly yeah i look for a name in the bio or just. Shorthand the username somehow because i gotta have some way to refer to people. I havent used a bio in years so people use my username all the time. Oooh norway i have always wanted to go there. I dont camp as much as id like to but i should more tbh. I have seen her stacks & i gotta say. Clara is wild cant believe i let her sit unused. I dunno how much ill get but im gonna for sure be savin as i can. I think that one is last yeah. I am always interested at the start but fade by the end because the new stuff always slows down. Same ive been playing indies more like gris & obra dinn. To try & branch out. Good story annoying exploration is chasm in a nutshell yeah. True big cities be like that. I live in a smaller one now so very little happens. Mine hold dye decently well which i appreciate. Just wish we had true permanent dye. Maybe one day. Thats how i am with nail polish i always get it on the sides & mess up but ive gotta just. Be patient & let myself learn. Happy 1.2 star rail update

sorry for the late reply shfjglk i truly have no excuse other than "i was holed up in my room in an attempt to avoid interaction with my grandma but i accidentally also avoided interaction with Everyone Else" so im. So sorry ab that. COMING BACK hehe thankies!! if things go wrong i guess ill just move out for a while and then come back Suspiciously A Different Gender. nobodys gonna know. but yeah good luck on remembering that shdjfk!! and ahh thats fair i just usually visit pretty big beaches so theres not many around by the time i get there. english is taught just so you know the language but following the education system without external classes will get you a2 knowledge At Best and its getting worse with each year so. lol. and yeah frfr i use usernames as names alllll the time...... norway is very fun i recommend it!! esp if you prefer colder climates like i do. ahhh understandable!! i dont actually. own a tent but as i said, maybe one day. id rather go with friends tho which is a problem in on itself cos i dont have that many friends that actually know each other. unless i go with my photo camp friends. thats an Idea actually. YEAH CLARA IS GREAT.... i unfortunately dont have her quite built [terrible relic luck...... plus ive been more focused on trying to prepare for kafka recently] but seeing as shes my main [despite having jing yuan] i Will get her better stuff someday. i have 140 pulls rn so im equally nervous as i am excited. yeah it really Is like that bc im always paranoid ab spoilers so i always do at least the new story as fast as i can. except for right now as i still havent played the new honkai chapter [but tbf my game only managed to download the update yesterday, 3 days after the launch of 6.8] and i honestly dont have the energy to do it today so maybe tomorrow. ah that sounds fun!! i came back to minecraft recently idk why but ive been having a Great time. after 130 in-game days i am finally no longer homeless. and oh when i get older id like to move to a smaller city [since i like having things close but dont like having drama all the time] but im still thinking ab where. ah thats cool...... i tried looking for the dye that i used on camp but couldnt find it. rip. and yeah same tbh thats why i never paint my nails. and yeah happy star rail 1.2 o)-( i like the double planar ornament event since thats the only thing im missing for kafkas things......

[mintchocolatechipnut]

icarus | takami keigo

Note: I first posted this on Ao3, you can find it here. Hawks seems a little OOC here and I Regret That as I reread it but I still liked how it turned out overall. Hope you enjoy!

Tags: ‘Hawks has a crush!’ drabble, reader works at the same agency, possibly OOC Hawks, slow burn, fluff galore, overly generous use of italics

Word count: 2.4k

It’s just moments before he has to leave for patrol, but as Hawks hangs around in the lobby of his agency that fact momentarily leaves his mind when he catches sight of you, with your perpetual smile. You’re at the reception desk, back ramrod straight, fashion impeccable as you greet clients, your eyes lighting up as they regale you with their latest anecdote. Hawks could have been fooled, if he hadn’t known you since the three years he and you began working here, him nineteen and you looking a little older. Perhaps twenty? Twenty-one?

He knows what you look like on a cloudy Monday morning running late for work, your hair in a frizz due to the humidity in the air and the slightly crumpled hem of your dress shirt peeking coyly atop the waistband of your skirt. He remembers the cup of coffee from the cafe down the block that you clutch in the palm of your hand precariously as you shuffle into the building, bidding a hasty ‘good morning’ and letting a look of pure relief grace your face when you spy the clock ticking three minutes to eight.

The you that he sees that’s not for customers is, sadly, also seen by most of his colleagues. They know you’re the entertainment fairy of the agency; despite your calm and collected looks, you’re really the life of the party at functions, always ready to go ham on the karaoke machine and take the dance floor with some killer moves. It’s led to a lot of love for you as one of the youngest in the agency, aside from him, and how the atmosphere becomes a little lighter the moment you step into a room.

He’s not going to lie, those three years with you really did a number on him. He’s a willing contractor of your contagious cheer, his heart lifting when the sight of you greets him after a harrowing day of taking down villains. The job’s not always difficult, he admits, but it’s exhausting nonetheless. Sometimes, if you’re not busy, you’d glance up from your seat, your eyes peeking over the edge of the counter, and disarm him with your gaze. Then a smile, and a wave, and you’re back to work. Little do you know those gestures have carved a nice little space for themselves in his mind, but not his heart.

He’s asked himself the question many times, but he’s been warned many times more. About how it is when you give your heart away to someone who might never understand the workings of a pro hero, or to someone who understands because of their own experiences, but in return you’re never fully guaranteed of their safety out in the field. He definitely has hero acquaintances who’re happily married, with kids and fur-kids, but the stories that echo in his brain whenever he looks at you are those of broken bonds, severed ties and loved ones lost. And then he remembers how pretty you look with that smile on your face, and knows he wouldn’t want anything to ever risk its existence.

But is it too much to hope that he might be, at some point of time, the cause of that smile?

He’s shaken out of his reverie when his sidekick calls out to him, having just stepped out of the elevator in time for their patrol. Unconsciously, he takes one last look at your form, now turned away from him as you stand before the photocopier, and his chest vibrates with the murmurs of his heart’s wish for you to turn back for one last glance.

But you don’t, instead your head turning sideways to return a conversation with a coworker, and Hawks finally looks away. The automatic glass doors open up before him as he steps out into the city for another day of work, and the last thought he has before switching into professionalism is how you greet him in a way these glass doors never could.

Hawks has always been one to be in tune with his emotions, but just because he acknowledges them doesn’t mean he needs to act on them, or give in to them.

But as he sits alone in his office, hands tightly balled atop his knees as he heaves through his mouth, he’s tempted to let go. The words Dabi uttered to him feel like they were from eons ago, yet they’re floating afresh in his mind, bouncing off the confines of his brain like echoes as he strains for his own voice to be heard above the din. He’s shaken, no doubt, but heaven forbid that he’s so shaken he loses his balance in the air.

He’s known as the man who goes too fast, but never as the man who flies too high or too low. He’s comfortable where he is, his technique immaculate as he keeps himself airborne. But the drawbacks of being too fast is that without near perfect control you’re prone to crash and burn, and Hawks surmises that he’s close to that end when he’s never once slowed down enough to confront the feelings collecting dust and despair inside his heart. The mental strain the undercover mission has on him weighs on his conscience like gravity, and suddenly he’s falling, and his wings don’t open up fast enough, he’s not fast enough—

And then the sound of his name in your voice envelopes him like a safety net and grounds him gently, instead of the splat to the earth that he’d seen as imminent just seconds ago. He looks up from where he’s sitting to see your eyes scan over his hunched figure, and he prays you can’t see the sweat beading the sides of his neck or the whiteness of his knuckles in his lap. He watches as your brows knit together, your stare once sweet now laced with worry, and he curses internally that he’s not able to put you at ease in his condition. Smiles come as easy to him as they do you, so why is it so hard to muster one now?

He barely hears the click-clack of your heels as you make your way over to him. All at once his brain is firing off warning signals, his head is ringing with alarms. No, don’t come near, don’t get near me, the sirens blare, don’t see me like this—

A carton of juice is placed on the glass tabletop before him, and his gaze slowly traces up your fingers to your face. He wants to remove his gold-tinted glasses to convince himself you’re not as perfect as he perceived, but at the same time your light is so blinding he’s afraid that if he sees you in your full glory he’ll burn.

But you’re still perfect in his vision, though the edges of your mouth don’t quite reach your cheeks as you put on your trademark smile, and are you faltering? It’s the first time he’s ever seen it, and yet you look prettier still. Hawks wonders if you're not accustomed to sadness, you with your eternal grin. Wonders if, for all the cheering up you do, you lack in comforting and sympathizing, but then he realizes that's such a rude thing to assume.

“It’s been a long day, huh?” He spies the stray strands of hair plastered against your damp forehead, as you walk away from him towards the windows, where you start to draw the blinds. “You can stay here if you want, but I’d really like to lock up soon.” When you turn to him again, your smile no longer wavers. Your gaze does, though, and it's enough to prove his earlier theory wrong. "I also think you should get some rest."

That precarious position he holds while airborne is threatened immediately by the sun in your smile, your laugh, your heart, and he finds himself falling to the sea below, instantly relishing the feeling of air through his feathers and the coolness the water’s about to grant to his scorching skin. But oh no, oh dear— the sea is also you, the deep expanse of your arms and chest welcoming like that of a siren's song, while your eyes threaten to rob him of the lift in his wings.

He knows the League of Villains was a force to be reckoned with, but you are a whole new danger altogether.

It’s the first and last time Hawks would ever let you see him as… well, ‘vulnerable’ is what most people like to call it. ‘Less than best’ is what he tells himself instead.

He couldn’t call your relationship that of friends, since you’ve never had to speak to him more than the occasional small talk and necessary work matters. However, he couldn’t call you an acquaintance either, when he bumps into you in a convenience store one weekend and immediately watches your countenance brighten.

You greet him first with a sunny smile on your face, but he’s delighted to see that it came with a messy bun and sweatpants that signal you were in your most comfortable state. As he stands behind you in line as to not obscure your view of the signs overhead, displaying the prices for an ice cream cone, he’s locked onto the sight of your frame, the loose baby hairs sweeping across your nape, and he wonders how it’d feel to envelop that frame with his own, to let his own hair tickle that nape—

His silent beration of himself for having these thoughts come to a standstill when you move out of the periphery of his vision to let him make his purchases. Instantly, regret washes over him that you have to leave so soon, that the one time he’s managed to see you out of work you’re gone so quickly. So imagine his shock when he finds you waiting near the doors, your purchases in a bag on your arm while you hold two ice cream cones in hand.

He doesn’t know what good deeds he’d done to bring this on, but he’s not questioning this: walking side by side with you, ice cream cone in hand as you both make your way down the street towards the station. You apologize that you’d been presumptuous in getting him ice cream, and he’s taken with how the corners of your eyes crinkle in mirth when he dismisses it with a laugh. He's enjoying the ride home, even misses his own stop under the pretense of ensuring safe passage home to a well-meaning civilian. And when you reach the front door of your apartment, ice cream gone from your hand a long time ago, he wonders if you'll ask him to stay.

But you don't, instead thanking him and telling him to rest well and have a good evening, Hawks. And before he can stop himself, he utters, "Keigo. Keigo is fine."

A beat, then another. They're loud and thundering before he realizes that they're echoing through his eardrums. Gritting his teeth, he forces himself to look up.

"Okay." Your voice lilts from the doorway, and—he really wants to know where you get all these dazzling grins from, so that he can bottle some up for a rainy day. "Have a good evening, Keigo."

Suits don’t suit him. Obviously they hinder his wings, but the stuffiness of wearing them often makes him wish he was on patrol instead, soaring through the sky while feeling the wind whip his clothes.

But here he is, in a tailored suit where the starch of his collar digs into his neck hard enough for him to consider laying off the chicken nuggets this month. Besides the stuffiness of the suit itself, the air where he’s at is downright suffocating, though the ceilings are high and the chandeliers glisten in magnificence above his head. He can feel the thin film of sweat forming across the skin beneath his tight, layered clothing, and he wonders how he hasn’t gotten used to this, after all the charity balls and hero galas he’s had to attend.

Perhaps today will be different, he thinks. Today is his agency’s tenth anniversary, and there’d been a function thrown together for it. Of course today is different, he realizes—you’ll be here. That fact is enough for him to inhale deeply and step into the grand ballroom, and really, it’s not hard to spot you.

There you are in the middle of the room next to the refreshments, a vision in your dress as you hold a flute of champagne between your fingers. It’s a stark contrast from how you hold your coffee cup on work mornings, and all of a sudden he realizes he’s been holding his breath. You’re talking wistfully to a bunch of colleagues at work, and your polished appearance makes him forget how much more frazzled you’ve looked the past few days while planning for this occasion with the rest of the events team. Where strands of your hair would have been sticking up in all directions sits an elegant braid pinned to your head, while the rest of your hair cascades past your bare shoulders like shimmering waterfalls. The demure smile on your face belies the pallor of your complexion where lack of sleep is evident, but you’re beautiful, even if in a vampire sort of way. Hell, you’re beautiful no matter what.

You’re absolutely magnetic, and he’s drawn into the whirlpool that is your presence as he takes a shaky step across the floor towards you. He’s all too aware of the rapidly pulsing heart inside his too-tight chest, the heart that holds a million wishes just for you.

But he's done wishing and wondering. He's done hearing the voices that tell him he's too fast, or not fast enough, or that he's in trouble. Your name leaves his lips like a prayer, a desire given form and shape for just having been spoken, and Hawks watches as you turn. He feels your face brighten before he sees it.

His heart alights when your mouth moves in tandem with the letters in his name, his first name, and he shifts his gaze to eyes that disarm him once more. Instantly he knows those eyes will disarm him as long as he lets them (as long as it’s you).

He’s falling, but god, has he ever felt so free—