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Alice: Juicy Romance Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Dating is Hard..

Alice’s dating profile went up the day after she’d given birth. She’d given herself a few weeks of recover, but soon she found herself a match. Juicing herself, she’d gone out to get herself a few different dresses and outfits, and she’d found a lot she was happy with. She was going out on her first date with one of the men she’d matched with, helped into a cute red dress by Melissa.

“You look amazing Mom. Call if anything goes wrong, but you have fun.” Alice sniffled, hugging her daughter. “You and your brother will be alright on your own for the night? I’ll be back around eleven at the latest but-“ Melissa stopped her mother, holding her shoulders. “Mom, we’re grown up, we can do this, we’ve had sleepovers, we’re independent. Go on, go.”

Alice knew they’d be alright, approaching the door. “Don’t kill each other!” She joked, before heading out.

Keeping her phone in her purse, she caught a taxi into the city. She knew her blue skin was weird, and it naturally attracted people’s eyes to her with her condition, but she was a private person, so the stares made her uncomfortable.

She walked into a fancy restaurant, immediately feeling out of place. This place was definitely out of her price range. “Alice? I’m Harry!” The man was done up in a full tuxedo, hair slicked back and what looked like an expensive watch on his wrist. “Charmed, please, sit down.” He gestured. Alice blushed, taking her seat.

“Thank you! So, um, what attracted you to me?” She asked.

She ended up leaving upset that night. The rich douchebag had explained that, as a berrygirl she was exceptionally fertile, and that he was looking exclusively for a relationship where she was his pet to be dressed up and used as a breeder exclusively. She would have been adorned in jewelry and riches for socialites to look at and mock her with.

He had even called her exotic, asking if she’d be willing to abandon her kids so that she could give him heirs and start a new family with him. She’d wobbled her way up, about a hundred pounds heavier and slapped him. “Don’t you dare ever suggest abandoning my children! You’re an arrogant, sexist pervert and I can’t believe people like you exist!” She scolded, waddling away as her pendulous belly wobbled and sloshed.

She caught a taxi home, pumping out some excess juice before she got in, taking out her phone. “Mom?” Melissa’s voice came through the other end. Alice sniffled. “He was a douchebag.” She said. “He wanted me to abandon you to become his immobile berry cow!” She couldn’t imagine a scenario where that was ever possible, crossing her arms over her fat belly.

“Oh Mama. Come home, we have pizza from takeaway, we got you some in case it didn’t pan out.” She heard a scuffle from the other end and gasped. “Adam!” She heard Melissa’s voice. “No you can’t kill him, calm down, he’s just an ass-!” Alice suddenly realised just what it was that was happening. “Mel, hand the phone to Adam.” She ordered resolutely.

She heard Adam muttering before he spoke. “Mom, he did fucking what to you?” Alice wasn’t a fan of the swearing. “Adam, I am fine. I am unharmed, he was just a dick.” She calmed her son. “I know you’re hot-headed, I know you’re passionate baby, but you gotta remember to be objective.” She soothed. She heard Adam grumbling over the phone. “But you’re my mom.. you.. and Mel, I guess… are the only things I have.”

Alice sniffled. “I know baby, but whatever happens, I will never abandon either of you. You understand?” She couldn’t see Adam nod, but she practically felt it over the line. “Good boy. I’m just outside now, can you let me in?”

Her children let her back into the house, and as her hips wedged in the door, she sighed. She tried pushing herself through, stuck. “Oh for God’s-!” She whimpered, then RRIIIPPP!

Her dress tore from her body, and she sighed. “Great. Just great.” She muttered. Melissa and Adam helped her through, and Alice popped through, jiggling and sloshing incessantly. She flopped to the floor, laying on her gigantic belly as juice burbled and churned inside her. “That sucked.” She muttered, feeling the statement was justly apt. “I mean, always more fish in the sea, right?”

The next couple of dates were just as bad, and both a mix of men and women were equally as incompatible for her. Some of them were really nice, some of them were good people, but she just couldn’t see a future with any of them. She was getting really sick of the modern dating sphere nowadays.

The more Alice thought about it, she realised that they were just seeing the permaberry version of Alice, some heavily pornographic, swollen breeder of a blueberry woman, not Alice herself, hard working mom of two kids, top nurse and self-sufficient business woman Alice. She had several degrees for God’s sake, and all people wanted to talk about was how much juice she leaked from her tits a day!

She sat out in the backyard, fully swollen and resting on her crotch. She wasn’t pregnant again yet, and she worried it would soon be time for another berry pregnancy. It could happen at any time, and while she wasn’t opposed to the possibility, Alice’s baby fever was in full swing. She wanted new babies badly, and couldn’t understand just why she wasn’t matching with someone.

“I’m sorry, I just don’t see it.” She said, waiting for her date’s reply before she hung up the phone. She was a tall butch woman about her age who also wanted kids, but the dealbreaker was that the butch didn’t want to actually live with Alice or get into a serious relationship. While Alice could respect that, Alice wanted to be loved by someone who’d give her the big family she’d dreamed of.

She sighed, wiping her eyes. “Fuck.” She laid back on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling. “What’s it gonna take?” She muttered sadly. There was such a small amount of people that wanted to date an inflatable whale like her, and that number was decreasing faster than ever. She opened her calendar, wondering when she could fit her next date in. One date however was highlighted a bright red on her list.

‘Parent-teacher meeting, 4pm,’ She was to meet with the twins’ English teacher on Thursday, and while she knew it had to be done, having to waddle herself to their college was a pain in the ass, especially when she was as fat as she was now, and definitely worse when she was at full capacity. She thumbed at her phone idly, her limbs sloshing as she tried to get into a more comfortable position. “Well.. what could go wrong, right?” She reasoned to herself.

Thursday, 4:30pm.

Alice huffed as she waddled uphill. She was at least juiced, so it was somewhat easier for her to get up the hill, but lugging a slowly swelling beer belly was always heavy. She passed by parents and other children on their way home, getting yet more stares from the parents who didn’t already know her.

She entered the reception entrance, incredibly aware of her increasing diameter in accordance to the rather small, stuffy box. “Mrs Jameson?” The receptionist greeted her, recognising the blue skin, and from the other embarrassing ‘incident’ during the graduation ceremony. Her cheeks heated up again and Alice nodded shyly. “Mr Marks is waiting for you in his office. Down the hall, up the stairs and to the left.”

“Thank you!” She called, forcing her way through the door. Her ass had gotten thicker since her last pregnancy, making her positively pear shaped naturally, and it made her gain some rather impressive thunder thighs as well. Still, it was a struggle heaving herself up the stairs. “Oh, Mrs Jameson! Please, may I help you up?” Mr Marks stood at the top of the stairs, a rather built man in his early forties, and very handsome despite his age.

“Please? I’m so sorry, I’m just going to get bigger-“ Alice found herself apologising yet again, before being cut off. “Hey, don’t worry about it! Anything for my favourite kids’ mother!” Before he realised what he’d said, Alice gasped and her eyes watered. They were his favourites? She didn’t know if it was the hormones or the pride, but she began sobbing in earnest.

“Whoa, wait, wait, I’m sorry!” Mr Marks began to apologise before Alice waved him off. “No, no, these are happy tears, i promise, I’m just- just hormonal, postpartum is a bitch.” She explained, sniffling. Mr Marks brightened up. “Oh yeah, they told me about your berry pregnancies! Are you sure you should be here so soon after giving birth?” Alice liked his concern, but dismissed them quickly.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m fine, I’m actually all healed up!” She explained. “Birth isn’t that painful for me and I don’t tear, so there’s not much that hurts me.” Mr Marks was impressed, guiding her into the office. “Do you want to sit or would you be more comfortable doing something else? I can sit on the floor if that’s good for you? I’m just not sure-“

“Oh, I can just lay on my belly,” Alice said, flopping onto the bulging balloon that was her belly, perfectly at desk height across from him. “Well that’s alright then! So to start, Mel and Adam are great students. Their first year in my class has made them, as I said, my favourites, Melissa has a great grasp of the classics and their themes, while Adam seems to like more modern literature and other interpretations of classics gone modern.” He explained.

Alice brightened up. “Really? That makes so much sense for both of them! Back when they were in high school it was all platitudes and bullshit we could both see through, but they seem to really shine with you!” She complimented. Mr Marks laughed. “Well in a way they’re like the kids I never had!” He explained, which made Alice’s heart skip a beat. No way! She thought to herself, swallowing as she began to broach the topic.

“H-how so?” She asked gently. Mr Marks’s complexion went pink and his ears turned a rosy red. With the slight grey in his hair, it looked cute on him. “I never had kids,” he admitted. “I always wanted them but at first I was in the Army, and I was deployed all around. Girlfriends didn’t like that so I basically decided to just stay single. Then about seven years ago I got sick of the Army, and decided to get my teaching degree. And now I’m a teacher!”

Alice beamed. “That’s really cool Mr Marks! I love my kids but I had them single, as they may have told you. Um, they may not have told you this though, but, um, I’ve been venturing back into the dating world lately, and I haven’t been having much success.” She thought back to all her bad experiences. She hadn’t meant for this meeting to have gotten so off track, but her heart was racing and, dare she admit it to herself, her nethers were burning with lust.

“Oh? If I can ask, how so?” Mr Marks asked carefully. Alice sighed, regaling him with her tales. “And he wanted me to abandon Mel and Adam to be his breeding bitch, can you believe that?” She exclaimed. She was getting bigger, and she hadn’t even realised in the time she’d been talking to him. Her back was rounding out and the blouse she was wearing had busted several buttons by now, down to her last three just barely covering swollen, engorged boobs.

“No, seriously? What a prick!” Mr Marks exclaimed, Alice agreeing fervently. “Honestly, I couldn’t imagine a worse father for my next babies!” Mr Marks looked down at her belly, bright red. “You’re looking to get pregnant again?” He asked softly. Alice swallowed nervously, confirming it. “Yeah, I am.” Mr Marks slowly got up, walking around the desk to her front, sitting down on the desk. She was starting to round out now, she idly noted.

“I’m aware that this may violate several boundaries, but Mrs Jameson.. would I be able to invite you out on a date?” Alice gasped, despite having sensed what this was building up to. “O-of course, u-um, call me Alice.” She offered. She watched as his eyes lit up with happiness, beaming from ear to ear. “Then call me Warren.” They stared into each others eyes. Alice so badly wanted him to take her right there, but they were both adults, and they had restraint. Just barely.

“Not now,, but later,” Warren promised gently. “Want me to roll you out of the building? Melissa should be waiting for you about now.” Alice wanted him to very badly. She was fully round now, and totally naked in front of him. She was afraid she’d ruined the carpet in his office though. “U-um.. be gentle..” She asked softly. Warren smiled. “I will be, promise.”

He wandered round her side, and gently began to push her out of his office. It was a struggle, but eventually, one destroyed door and some moaning on her end later, she was out. He rolled her down the stairs gingerly and out of the reception area. Rolling her onto her feet, she waddled around to face him.

“Does, um, next Tuesday at Pepperoni Palace sound okay?” She invited. Warren chuckled. “Pizza? Hell yeah, I’m always down.” She bit her lip, then blew him a shy kiss, then waddled away before she could glimpse his reaction. She met up with Melissa in the parking lot, an eyebrow raising from Melinda at the silly smile plastered on Alice’s face.

“What’s gotten into you?” Melissa questioned. Alice blushed. This was a question best left for later with both her kids together. “I’ll tell you when we get home.” She promised.

Returning home with Melissa, she could barely keep the smile off of her face. Melissa unlatched the straps from Alice’s body, rolling her back into the house. “You’re leaking more than usual, what the hell?” Melissa questioned. “Are you feeling alright Mama?”

Alice purred contentedly. “I feel fine Mel, more than fine in fact.”

Adam was in the living room watching TV when Alice waddled in, followed by Melissa. “Okay guys, eyes on me for a moment?” Alice requested. “So, I had your parent-teacher meeting today, and you guys’ grades were amazing. Mr Marks was gushing about you, and apparently you’re his favourite students!” She was so proud of them, and couldn’t wait to tell them the next part.

“Oh Mr Marks is great, hell yeah!” Adam agreed. Alice flapped her hands excitedly. “And uh, we got to talking and well, he asked me out on a date!” At that, Adam and Melissa exploded with noise. “No way! Congrats Mama!” “Holy shit, really, holy fuck, why is that so weird? Why is that so cool?” Alice giggled at their reactions, Adam stuttering. “Wh- how did that even happen?”

“Oh, he told me you were like the kids he never had,” Alice murmured softly. “What I am about to say does not leave this family, but he told me that he never had kids, and you guys feel like the closest to that for him. Now usually, I would be concerned,” She continued on, making sure they remained focused. “But we talked a lot about what we wanted in a family, and if all goes well, I see a permanent relationship with your teacher and I. I don’t want to make either of you uncomfortable, so if you have any concerns please say so.”

“I mean, it’s a little weird.” Adam volunteered. “I mean, we’d have to go in every day and know that he’s.. you know.. doing stuff with you.” Alice could see how that could complicate things, thinking it through. “Look, you guys never really had a positive male figure growing up, and.. I share some of the blame for that, I feel.” She admitted guiltily. “I never had a good relationship with your grandparents, never had siblings, and most male friends I had when I was younger only wanted to fuck me, pardon my French, but… I should have at least made the effort to have some around to help give you an example to look up to.”

“That’s not your fault Mom.” Adam soothed her. “After the whole Discord thing- by the way, they have a new rule in the server now, ‘Please do not give birth in the live voice chat server,’ - but anyway yea, after that whole thing, I did some reading up on stuff.” Melissa gazed at her brother as if he’d been replaced by a stranger, mouthing ‘what the fuck?’ “Fuck you too Mel, anyway, I found some, like, feminist ladies, and a lot of the shit I’ve been per.. perpetuating? I think that’s how you say that, was really toxic bullshit, and I should have known better.”

Melissa’s eyebrows had practically disappeared into her hairline. “Sometimes I forget you can actually read, little brother-“ Alice giggled as Adam leapt at Melissa playfully. “You’re a minute older you pipsqueak-“ Yeah, they were all gonna be fine. “So uh,” Alice interrupted, a fond grin on her face as her kids turned their attention towards her, “Anything else, or are we all good on that front?”

Her kids turned to her. “Yeah, we’re all good Mama!” Melissa replied, before leaping at Adam again. Alice chuckled, waddling off to order in. ��Next question, should I go juiced or big?” She asked. Melissa and Adam stopped fighting, and she saw them thinking in tandem. It was weird how they could just sync up like that, but she’d stopped thinking about that ages ago.

“Big.” Melissa and Adam decided together. “All your dates with the pigs, they treated you like shit when you were juiced, you didn’t even get the chance to be big around them, right?” Adam reasoned. “And you said Mr Marks was completely respectful with you when you were big. I think go big with him, and we’ll see if we can trust him.” Alice knew her son was smart, but being this emotionally intelligent made her proud. Sniffling, she waddled up to him, belly bumping his cheek.

“How lucky did I get with you both?” She wondered to herself, her kids converging in for a hug.

That Tuesday afternoon, Alice had forgone juicing for the day. It was a mid-day pizza parlour date, there was no need for anything fancy. She’d asked if she could get a handler from the hospital to roll her over, and thankfully her midwife had been available for the day. “I’m really happy for you Alice.” Kiera murmured to her softly, rolling Alice towards the parlour.

Alice paid no mind to the people taking photographs of her, used to it thanks to her condition. “Thanks Kiera. It’s been a long time since I dated,” She peered up at Kiera as her face came rolling around again. “What about you and Vic? How have you guys been?”

Kiera’s face flushed.”Well, you may have inspired a bit of baby fever and.. I am officially halfway into my first trimester with our fourth!” Alice gasped, cooing as Kiera patted her belly. “Oh my God Kiera, congratulations! Make sure to send me the ultrasound photos when you can, I wanna see my latest honorary nibling!” Kiera chuckled. “You be careful when rolling me upright, do not overexert yourself.” Alice cautioned gently.

Kiera took her words in stride, gently levering Alice back onto her feet. Alice was surprised the skirt she was wearing had managed to stay on, valiantly earning its keep as the sole garment she wore. “You gonna be good from here on out?” Kiera made sure Alice was alright being left on her own for now. Alice confirmed. “I have my earpiece and if you just give me my bag?”

Kiera slung the purse over Alice’s head, nestling it in her divot and securing it. “You have fun now, yeah?” Alice was excited, waddling on the spot towards the parlour. Belly-bumping open the doors, she huffed and waddled towards the counter. “Oh my- hello miss!” The woman at the doors stammered. “Do you have a reservation or is this a sit down type of visit?”

Alice’s cheeks went hot. “Um, I’m waiting on my date? Guy with the last name Marks, I don’t know if he’s here already-“

“Alice? Over here!” She saw Warren waving to her from a stall, and she beamed. He looked amazing even in just a t-shirt and jeans, and she started waddling over. “Hey! How do I look?” She asked jokingly, her breasts wobbling as they leaked milk. Warren chuckled. “Well you’re naked for one. Do you need anything?” He asked gently, prepared for her answer.

“Can you roll me onto my belly opposite you? I’d tip over but I hate the lack of control,” she admitted. Warren got up from his seat. “I’m gonna go behind you now, is that okay?” Alice had never been asked if she was okay with it before by a date. Breathing in deep, she was careful not to let him see her watering eyes. “Yes please.” She agreed. She felt his hands trail around her and felt herself rolling onto her belly.

He made sure she was settled before sitting back down. “You’re not, y’know, weirded out?” She asked. “Or like, a creep, or anything?” Warren chuckled, shaking his head. “Alice, as far as I’m concerned, you just have a strange disability. I worked with guys and gals in the military who had prosthetics and were neurodivergent, and some of my buddies lost their legs. They’re still people, and so are you.”

Alice began to sob quietly. “Th-thank you! S-so many people just saw me as fetish bait and wanted me to be some- some breeding cow!” She sniffled, Warren leaning over to dry her tears and comfort her. “I’m so sorry Alice, you didn’t deserve their behaviour. People suck sometimes, right?” Alice agreed with that sentiment very much. Once Alice was calm, they got to ordering.

“So, are you a spice girl, or more of a fun-girl?” Warren joked. Alice snorted, flapping her hands. “Wh-what?” She laughed. “Fun girl? Like, fungi but-“ Alice full on belly laughed, her body jiggling and sloshing as she did so. “I know that, I just didn’t think you were the joker type!” She’d pegged him as a quiet artist type, and she found his humour cute.

“Whaaat? Have Adam and Mel never told you about my infamous dad jokes? Hell, I still make Chuck Norris jokes!”

“What do you mean, still make Chuck Norris jokes? It hasn’t been that long has it?” Alice asked, and Warren shared a serious look with her. “Fifteen years Allie. We’re old.” Alice’s jaw dropped, horrified. “No, really?” Warren nodded. “Yup. The next generation has left us behind,” He put his hand to his forehead. “Oh woe is us to the old-timers, you know?”

Alice found herself enjoying Warren’s company very much.

“Well, to answer your questions, I’m more of a spice girl myself, and don’t tell me anything else that’ll make me feel like a rotting fruit.” She joked back. Warren clapped his hands together. “Shall we go pepperoni? We can have a large, I don’t want to assume but you probably need quite a lot of calories, right?” He was correct in his assumption, while Alice was huge as she was now, she actually required a ton of calories for her juice output.

“Yep, that’s right. Can’t really go to the gym to work off juice, right?” She joked. Warren laughed at her joke. “One day I’ll send you a video of me working out just to make you jealous.” Alice’s mouth went dry and her cheeks became warmer than the world’s hottest volcanoes, stuttering. “I, um, I don’t think that would make me jealous, per se…” She murmured. Warren shifted in his seat, careful to keep his blood from rushing south too much.

They ordered their pizza with some sides and Alice struck up more conversation. “So, how long were you with the military? You said you got your degree seven years ago, so that would make it.. eleven years?” Warren was impressed she managed to remember that. “More like ten years, but yeah. I regret the military if I’m honest, I would have gotten started on a family much earlier if not for that.”

Alice gave a soft smile. “I can believe that. It was rough with the twins when I was younger though.” She admitted. “I still feel like a fuck-up with them some days.” Warren leaned over, patting her breast gently. “You’ve done eons better than every other parent I’ve had to meet with over the past seven years, they’re fantastic Alice, really. You did a smashing job even single.”

Alice was glad, it made her feel better massively. “I’m just glad they weren’t only siblings, even if raising them was hard. I think I would have felt guilty if I’d just had either one of them.” Warren sympathised, thinking it through. “How do they feel about us?” He broached carefully.

Alice beamed. “We have their full blessings. They adore you, Warren. They never like the men I got close to, but you’re getting full marks off the bat.”

“Well I better make sure to ace the exam then.” He stated. Alice grinned, he was committed then. If that was the case, then so was she. “So, we’re both looking to start a family, yeah? Or expand mine, in my case.” She brought up the topic. Time for the hard conversations. “Have you.. got a budget planned out?” She’d always had a fund she’d never used just in case, but she needed to know if Warren was responsible.

“After the army I had my pension fund turned into a savings account if anything was needed. I think there’s about 15 thousand in there right now?” Alice approved, and as their pizza arrived, Warren moved his seat so he could feed her. “I have twenty squared away as an emergency fund.” She told him. “It’s part of the bursary I got when I joined the hospital and I was allowed to keep it as insurance.”

“That’s good.” Warren fed her the first slice. “MMnnnnnn…” Alice moaned. : I think thish might be the besht pizza I’ve ever had.” Maybe it was who she was sharing it with, but she was very much enjoying being fed. “Yeah? I’ll give the cooks my compliments then.” Warren decided. Alice continued with her train of thought. “If we do have kids together.. if we separate, if that ever happens, we’ll need to be good co-parents, good partners.”

Warren agreed with her. “Of course, but I really, really like you Alice. I don’t want to screw this up, even if we’ve only just started.” He promised, meaning it. Alice was the only woman who made him as devoted to such a feral level as he was. Alice’s eyes watered again and he took a bite of his own pizza. “That’s good, that’s good. What about marriage, what do you look for in a wife?”

Warren thought about it. “I haven’t really thought about marriage. As a concept I honestly never really needed that as a requirement if you know what I mean?” Alice cocked her head, prompting him to go on. “Of course I want to be eternally bonded to the one I love, but that is something deep in my soul that a ring can signify yes, but it could never show just how deeply I could love that person. You get me?”

Alice understood intimately, and suddenly she understood Warren on a much deeper level. “I do actually!” She was fed her next slice of pizza, Warren wiping away some of the tomato sauce that fell down her chin. “So marriage is shall we say third priority in all of this?” Warren agreed with that.

Eventually they’d finished their pizza. Alice felt stuffed to the brim, she let out a little burp.

“Oh, excuse me, that was slobbish of me!” She squeaked. Warren laughed, then let out a burp of his own. Alice giggled at that and Warren got up. “Shall I pay the tab?” Alice flapped her hands. “I have my card if you can-“

“No, no, my treat, promise.”

Warren paid for their meal, and helped Alice roll outside. Standing out in the parking lot, they stood awkwardly.

“I really enjoyed that.” Alice murmured softly. Warren grinned, satisfied. “i did too Allie. Hey, I should get going, but uh, wanna pick the place for next time?” Alice thought about it for a minute, before settling confidently. “My place, you’re free Friday?” Warren let out a gasp. She really trusted him with that so soon? “Are you sure?” He questioned gently. Alice flapped her hands, nodding. “I’m a hundred percent certain Warren. Friday then?”

“Friday.” Warren agreed, kissing her cheek before walking away. Alice whistled, turning on her earpiece. “Call Melissa.” As she prepared to go home, a song was playing on the radio nearby.

“Raindrops are falling on my head…”

Alice: Juicy Romance

Alice bustled about her kitchen, getting ready for her shift. Being a nurse was hard work, but she loved it. Even if she was a permaberry. Her belly hit the countertop and she winced, arching her back. “Jeez little ones,” She chided the large, basketball-sized blueberries inside her womb, three of them taking up a massive amount of space inside her. This was the second berry pregnancy she’d gone through since Melissa’s graduation, and she was seven months in.

“You wanna take it easy Mom?” Melissa helped her mother into her chair, rubbing her belly as juice swished and sloshed inside her. “You’ve got stretch marks and all, you need to be more careful with your body.” Alice knew Melissa was right, but she didn’t like to admit it. “The hospital already has me on clerical work Mel, what else can I do?”

Melissa shrugged. “I’m not sure Mom. You’re sure this week is your last before maternity leave?” Alice nodded, hand on her back as she rubbed her belly. She was huge, and even her nursing bra was taut and creaking, her boob-flesh bulging over the cups.

“I’m sure,” Alice replied, trying again to get up. She managed, but only with Melissa’s help.

“Hey, Mom, I was thinking,” Melissa began. Alice turned to her, curious. “Back when you gave birth back at the barbecue last year, you said you were curious about dating again.” Melissa bit her lip, and Alice’s heart beat a little faster in her chest.

“Can I sign you up for a dating profile?”

Alice’s cheeks went warm. “Oh, Mel! U-um, well..” She wasn’t sure about this, but she had been single for so long… “Okay then Mel, just help me do it when I get home yeah?” Melissa beamed. “Oh, and Mom?” Alice turned back to her daughter. “I hope I get some new siblings out of this!”

Alice’s cheeks were aflame, and she squeaked. That was a conversation for later.

“Tell your brother to take breaks from his revision.” She told Melissa, before waddling off towards the subway.

Living in a small town meant having to catch the train to the hospital she worked at. Her blue scrubs barely fit her belly, her underbelly fully on display, and her baggy trousers tight around her fat, mom ass. She kept her hands on her belly, rubbing wide, slow circles as she approached her line. She was getting stares from everybody, but she was trying her best to pay them no mind, even as more threads on her nurse garb popped open.

“Here, have my seat,” A young man offered as soon as she’d waddled on, her belly creaking and groaning. “Nnnfff…. Thank you..” She moaned, sitting herself down. Her belly reached far beyond her lap, and she couldn’t reach her belly-button from here. She rubbed and rubbed, feeling the sensation of the juice packing her hips. Her body was slowly starting to take up more space on the train by the minute.

She got out of the train less than twenty minutes later, heaving herself up as best she could. The young man from before grabbed her arms. “Let me help,” He offered. Alice let him, getting up. She could see him eyeing her tits, and she huffed. “Hey, can you not young man?” If the fact that she was pregnant hadn’t put him off, what would. The man raised his hands in surrender. “You got it ma’am, sorry.” He shuffled off and Alice put her hand on the small of her back.

“Holy shit you’re huge.” Another pregnant woman gaped at her, and Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you, but I’m well aware…” Alice murmured, huffing and panting. The other woman only simply stared at her. “How far along are you?” The woman asked. Finally, a question. “I-I’m about a month away from due.. please, I’m going to be late to work?” She requested, trying to waddle past the woman.

“O-oh I’m sorry, I’ve just never seen anyone as big as you are! And your skin, are you a permaberry?!” Alice growled. “Ma’am, please just MOVE!” She begged, waddling around the woman and towards the hospital. She was getting rounder by the minute. She thanked the gods for double doors as she entered, immediately noting a couple patients in the hallway. “Nngh.. oh God… s-sorry! S-‘scuse me!” She apologised as she heaved herself past them, her asscheeks clapping as she did so, to her mortification.

She eventually made it to the reception desk. She thought about sitting down on the chair, but with her current weight, at a few hundred pounds of juice that was out of the question. She had to stand there and wait. She could feel people staring at her even as she sidled her way into the reception area. “Rough commute?” Mikayla, the young intern asked sympathetically. The goth girl spun in her chair, watching as Alice’s breasts tore through her dress.

“Ugggh!!” Alice groaned, watching as threads popped one by one, her gargantuan belly ripping through her attire, popped navel bulging forwards angrily, like a thumb sized nub marking her as grotesquely pregnant. “I really gotta pump.” She huffed, deciding that that was answer enough for Mikayla.

“Want some help? I know for a fact you don’t have a pump on hand.” That was true, since she’d gotten pregnant again she hadn’t been carrying anything over a hundred kilograms in case she damaged the fruit or pulp in any way. The farmer’s market wanted pristine produce.

“Would you? I know it’s probably really gross and sucky for you but- nnnf!” Alice moaned, feeling Mikayla’s hands squeezing her breasts into the buckets the office had designated for her collection. “Relax, Alice, you taught me all the shit I know, I’m not gonna not help you when big mama needs a release, huh?” Alice knew she was being incredibly lewd, but the blueberry milk pumping from her tits felt exquisite, and her crotch throbbed with need.

“Th-th-thank youu…” She whined, flapping her hands. At least some of the pressure was off. Her limbs were so thick and full she could no longer move them, and she was left in just her panties, the waistband of which was very quickly outgrowing her fat asscheeks.

“Damn, almost there Alice. Want help?” The offer from Mikayla was kind, but Alice’s panties were so tight that if Mikayla dared put her fingers in there, they’d be crushed.

CREEAAAAAK, GROOOOAAAAAN…

BANG!

Her panties shattered in scraps and torn sheets of fabric, ruined by the blueberry juice gushing from Alice’s nethers, her limbs becoming swallowed by her enormity, flapping hands and feet settling inside her divots, her growth swelling to a crescendo as her ass ballooned one more time, leaving her a weighty, heavy orb of a momma berry, rocking on her crotch. “Nnnooooohhh fuuuuu…” Alice whined, panting and huffing.

Mikayla chuckled. “Whoa there Allie, wait until your break before you get all this out, huh?” Alice whined. “Come on Mikayla, I have needs, I’m pregnant…” She complained. Mikayla shrugged. “You wanted to get off, you should have taken early maternity leave. You could leave right now and no-one would blame you.” Alice mulled that over. She had of course considered it, but she had her kids to think about.

“But I’m needed here, aren’t I?” She asked. Mikayla turned to her. “This hospital has run without you before you came here and it’ll still be running when you’re back from maternity leave.” Mikayla said. Alice sighed, flapping her hands in her divots. She really wasn’t getting much work done like this, she would admit that much. “Okay, I guess I’ll go and tell Lisa.”

She huffed and panted as she waddled towards the partition in the reception desk.

“She’s so big, you think she’s a beached whale?”

“Poor woman, dealing with a condition like that. I wouldn’t ever want to be that fat.”

Alice didn’t like the comments per se, but it certainly didn’t help the building arousal in her nethers. SHHHK. “Shit!” She cursed, hoping there weren’t any children around. “Here Allie, lemme help.” Mikayla shoved on Alice’s fat asscheeks, heaving and pushing her through the partition bit by bit. Finally, Alice popped through with a yelp. She thankfully landed on her lower belly, cushioning her fall, but also just about allowing her to teeter back onto her feet.

The waddle of shame to Lisa’s office had Alice’s cheeks burning with want the entire time, the idle sloshes and churns of her juice, the weight in her crotch making her want to cum right then and there. She waddled into the doorframe, bumping the door with her belly. Lisa opened it, eyebrows shooting up. “Alice, I thought you were on leave!” She was evidently horrified Alice was even working at her stage in pregnancy, making Alice feel even worse. “I’m sorry Lisa, I came to tell you I’m taking my leave now. I know I’ve just left you understaffed, I feel really bad-“

“Don’t! HR shouldn’t even have rota-ed you, what were they thinking? I’ll get Evan to cover, go Alice, c’mon, you’re like an inch away from popping those berries out.” Alice nodded, waddling back towards the entrance of the hospital. She sighed, she was going to have to call Melissa. She flapped her hands, waddling up to one of the residents. “I’m sorry, can I borrow your phone for a minute? I need to call my daughter to pick me up-“

“Holy shit! U-um, of course!” The resident brought out her phone, moving to hand it to her, then evidently thinking better of it. “Uh, what’s her number?” Alice recited it off by hand. Usually she had a Bluetooth earpiece she could use, but she’d forgotten it at home. The resident held the phone to Alice’s ear. “Mom?” Came Melissa’s voice from the phone. “Hey honey, can you uh, bring the truck? I got sent home on maternity leave.”

“Finally! Of course Mama, I’m coming. Just stay out there and I’ll come get you.” Alice truly did love her children. “Thank you honey, see you soon.” As the resident hung up the phone, she examined Alice. “Y-you’re that nurse! The one from the college video?” Alice cringed, too many people had seen that. “Y-yeah, I am.”

“And you’re pregnant too? Even like that? Wow, who’s the lucky guy?”

Alice blushed, looking off to the side. “It’s not like that, I-I’m pregnant with blueberries!” She explained. “They’re baby sized, that’s all.” The resident gaped at her exposed belly. “How many?” Alice sighed. “Three… I’m eight and a half months pregnant.” The resident crossed her arms. “That’s so dangerous! You should be at home, resting up!” Alice had had enough of everyone pitying her. “I’m not gonna be lectured by someone the same age as my daughter, please, I’ve gotten enough of that today!”

The resident calmed down. “Sorry. I’m Jessie.” The punk looking resident introduced herself. “For what it’s worth, I think you’re pretty cool.” Alice felt her cheeks go warm. “Thank you sweetie. I’m Alice.” While they waited for Melissa, Alice noted the flickered glances Jessie kept giving to Alice’s belly.

“Wanna rub it?” Alice invited warmly. “They’re moving.”

“They can move?” Jessie asked, Alice nodded. “Yeah, it’s weird, they’re fruit but they move. Guess I’m just that big.” Jessie giggled, noting the huge form of one of the berries pressing against her palm. “That’s super freaky, and super cool.” Jessie softened up. “Would you ever have more kids one day?” Alice stopped short. “H-huh?” She took a moment to think about it.

“I don’t know.. I mean, I AM hyperfertile, and permanently fertile, b-but I’m single, who would-“ Now it was Jessie’s time to cringe. “Oh shit, I’m sorry, I thought-“

“No, no, it’s okay-“

“It’s really not-“

“Oh my God, I want more kids.” Alice realised. That revelation was cut short by Melissa’s arrival. Jessie whistled. “Hey Alice? Mind if I get your daughter’s number? She’s really cute.” Alice glanced at Jessie. “You’re asking my permission? You don’t need it sweetie, go ahead.”

Melissa approached the duo, apologising profusely to Jessie. “Hey, thank you so much and sorry Mom had to borrow your phone, I’ve been begging her to take her leave for ages and-“

“Nah, it’s fine, your mom is cool! I mean, if you wanted to repay me, you could buy me a coffee next Tuesday if you’re free?” Alice watched as Melissa’s cheeks turned bright red, beaming from ear to ear. “Okay, you’re on!” Melissa watched as Jessie rushed off, Alice belly bumping her daughter. “Shall we head home honey?” She asked lightly. Melissa focused back in. “Oh, yes, of course Mama!” She agreed.

Gently tipping Alice onto her back, Melissa rolled her mother into the back of the truck. Securing her with the ropes, Melissa made sure they weren’t too tight. “Have you gotten heavier?” Melissa asked absent-mindedly. Alice wasn’t offended by the question though. “The berries probably went through a growth spurt again.”

Melissa agreed with that. “They were eight pounds last we checked, right?” Alice confirmed that with a nod.

Alice and Melissa returned home, and Melissa rolled Alice inside. “Hey Adam, we’re home!” Melissa called. “Come out of your room dumbass, Mom’s home!” Adam soon came down the stairs. “Dude, seriously?” He addressed Melissa, then Alice. “Hey Mom, I’ll put some food on. Craving anything specific?” Alice pondered for a moment, then replied. “Burgers? With some pickles and barbecue if you can?” Adam nodded and got to work.

“Hey guys?” Alice murmured as she finished eating. “If I said I wanted to have more kids, give you guys siblings… what would you say?” Adam and Melissa stopped what they were doing, focused fully on their mother. “I.. Wouldn’t that be weird?” Adam asked. “Like, we’re in college and we’ll be a full generation or two older than them.” Alice knew that, but thought about it anyway. “I know, but eventually you two will be out of the house, and I’m thirty-eight. I still have a lot left in me, and to be honest.. I always wanted a big family.”

Melissa squealed, hugging her mom. “Oooh Mom, I get to make you a dating profile then?” Alice giggled. “Sure honey, just let me have input on it.” Melissa was enthusiastic and immediately pulled out her phone. “Let’s get you bred, Mama!”

Melissa rolled Alice into the living room, settling her on her belly. Opening a dating website, Melissa turned to Alice. “Smile for the camera Mom!” Alice gave a soft smile, flapping her hands.

“Are you sure people will want to date a fat blueberry like me?” Melissa gave her a deadpan stare. “Mom, Mom. You’re hot, face it. Even as round as you are, you’re super attractive, and that’s coming from me.” Alice’s cheeks ran hot and she rested her chin in her divot. “Thanks honey.” Melissa sat down between Alice’s breasts, typing away.

“O-oh, what about aspiring breeder to be?” Melissa suggested. Alice squeaked. “Mel! I[I uh, are you sure? Wouldn’t it send the wrong impression?”

Melissa shrugged. “It’s the right sentiment, right? It works.” Before Alice could reject it, Melissa typed it in. Eventually they had her entire profile built, and Alice looked it over. “I guess that works.. and there aren’t any like, extra things you’ve put in there?”

Melissa shook her head. “No, apart from stating you’re a single mom of us, nothing else you didn’t want.” She rubbed Alice’s breast. “You’re gonna do great Mom.”

Alice didn’t officially want to start dating until she’d given birth, so she’d had Melissa save the account in her drafts until she was ready. A week and a half later, Alice was waddling around, nesting. Adam was nearby on Discord with his friends, and Melissa was out with her new girlfriend. Alice folded another t-shirt, putting it on the couch. She breathed heavily, her pregnant belly overloaded with the now eight pound berries, having practically ballooned in weight over the past three days.

She’d been feeling off all day, and she groaned, rubbing her belly. Wearing just a bra and boxer shorts, she was too hot for anything else. “Ooohh.. pressure..” She whined, a hand on the small of her back as a feeling like a bowling ball sitting on her spine welled up in her pelvis.

Adam looked over from the computer. “You good Mom?” He asked cautiously. A bead of blueberry sweat dripped down Alice’s brow, and she groaned again.

“A-Adam… can you call your sister?” She gasped out slowly. “The berries are on their way.”

Adam paled, then nodded, grabbing his phone, Discord call forgotten for the moment. Alice sat down on the couch, a finger sliding down her panties, checking her dilation. “Nngghhh.. not even a centimetre?” She whined, hitting the couch with frustration. She focused on her breathing, flushed violet as the contractions rolled through her body. It didn’t hurt, it was actually incredibly arousing, the weight on her crotch making her womanhood hot and throbbing.

Adam returned soon after, kneeling by her. “Jessie and Melissa are on their way, are you good?” Alice breathed, gripping the couch. “For now, yeah, u-um.. I’m not progressing too fast so you can keep going with your call if you like.” Adam was conflicted, leaving her in pain was never something he wanted to do, but his mother knew her body intimately, and he trusted her. “Okay, but the second you’re in pain I’m helping.” He compromised.

Alice waved him away, waiting as she dilated. Her belly grew bigger, filling her lap as juice sloshed and churned inside her. “Mmmnnnn…. C’mon little guys, out you get.” She coaxed, spreading her legs. Her breasts were overfilling her bra cups, stained and wet with milk. She was about a centimetre or two dilated by now. “Nggh… juice sac, right there…” She murmured to herself, feeling the balloon of amniotic fluid resting in her birth canal.

Melissa and Jessie appeared soonish, and Alice found she couldn’t reach her panties to take them off. “H-hey girls.. c-can you.. take off my panties? I gotta get this juice sac to break.” Jessie kneeled down. “I’m a resident in obstetrics, do you trust me?” She asked Alice. Alice bit her lip, nodding. “I’ve been to three other births before, with this midwife named Sara, she’s been teaching me everything I know, but this is.. unique.”

Jessie and Melissa peeled Alice out of her panties, and with a BANG, her boobs tore through her bra cups, snapping the elastic band as the garment fell haphazardly to the floor with a wet slap. “Okay Alice, how are we feeling?” Jessie asked. Alice whimpered in response. “I think I need to stand up. I need- need help.” Obediently, Melissa and Jessie grabbed one of Alice’s chubby arms each. “Pull!” Melissa ordered, and the two girls heaved Alice onto her feet.

“Whoaaaa!” Alice squeaked, stumbling before she was caught by Melissa and Jessie. “Jesus, she’s heavy-!” Jessie groaned. “H-hey!” Alice supposed that was fair but it was still a little embarrassing. “Sorry Alice.” Alice began slowly waddling around the room. her chunky, juice filled thighs sloshed as she did so, slow circles helping as the pressure amped up-

SPLASH!

“Nnnaaaaahhh!” Alice moaned as her juice broke, losing her plug as she bent over a slight bit. She was surprised she was still able to do so. Alice shuddered as another contraction made her cum, splashing on the rug. She could feel herself getting bigger, wider as the berries made their way down into the world, bulging her birth canal. “Ooooh…” She whined.

“Alice?” Jessie announced softly. “I’m gonna check you now, okay?” She felt Jessie’s shoulders brush her thighs and gasped, glad they were so fat she could no longer clench them, then the sensation of Jessie’s warm, slender fingers checking her womanhood drawing another long whine from her. “H-how far?” She asked uncertainly. Jessie hummed beneath her, listening to the burbling and sloshing from Alice’s burgeoning body. “About five centimetres. You’re doing superb Alice.” Jessie encouraged.

“Mel? Could you go grab the ice chips?” Melissa heeded her mother, heading into the kitchen as Jessie resurfaced, hands feeling around Alice’s expanding diameter, the boulder-like belly so heavy Alice just dropped onto it, laying on it as her limbs became stiffer and fatter. “You’re progressing fast now, you feel about ready to push yet? You’re not dilated yet, so if you need to, it should just be small, practiced breathing, yeah?” Jessie coached.

Alice heeded Jessie’s words, bearing down just a little. She felt some of the pressure abate and sighed happily. “That feel better?” Alice felt a lot better actually. “Y-yeah.. last time I wasn’t coached through this.. it was uh, at a family barbecue.” Jessie raised an eyebrow. Alice giggled, she couldn’t quite believe it herself, but it had happened. “I had hoped I wouldn’t go into labour that day, but my juice broke while I was serving and I had to push out three other blueberries in front of everyone.”

Jessie laughed, patting the turgid tummy in front of her. Alice’s limbs were starting to sink into her body, and Melissa returned with the ice chips as Jessie inspected Alice’s diameter. Adam was now fully focused on his mother as well, Discord call remaining open. “C’mon bro, hold the fucking point!” Alice heard from one of Adam’s friends, to which he lashed back.

“Dude, fuck the game right now, my mom is literally giving birth!” He retorted, and she heard calls of ‘holy shit’ and ‘dude, no way!’ From the call. “Nah bro, pics or it didn’t happen.” She heard. Adam gaped. “Dude, shut the fuck up, please? Imma go help her, y’all just talk amongst yourselves.” He got up from his chair, approaching Alice. “Sorry about them,” he apologised.

“You really need better friends baby.” Alice groaned, her limbs sinking in and leaving her a full, ripe blueberry, Jessie checking her once again. “Okay Alice, listen carefully. You’re ten centimetres now, so we’re gonna get this show on the road. When you feel ready to push, push, yeah?” Jessie ordered firmly. Alice whimpered. She was nervous, but she knew she could do this. She’d done this once before, this was just practice for the future.

“Nnnngaaaahhh!” She bore down. She felt the first berry shifting into place, starting to descend out of her. She let go of the contraction, breathing deeply, in and out rhythmically. “That’s it Mama, come on.” Melissa encouraged. Urged on by the love of her children, Alice groaned, bearing down again.

She felt powerful. This primal, ancient sensation settled in her chest, and as the weight in her underside increased, so did the pressure. “C’mon, c’mon, I got this, I got this,” She murmured to herself. Another push had her vagina begin to ache, the first berry crowning. “Okay, here it is mama, you ready?” Jessie asked. Alice’s feet shook with the effort, nestled in their divots as she pushed again.

“Grraaaaagghh!” She growled, the first berry popping out of her with a gush of liquid and a cheer from Adam and Melissa. “One down Mom!” Adam cheered, rubbing her taut side. “Ready for the others?” Alice panted and huffed. “Give me.. give me a minute guys.. need a moment…” She gathered her strength. Every inch of her was electric, and she bit her lip.

This sensation… it was amazing. She was operating on pure maternal instinct now, elevated to her highest peak as she began working the second berry out. “One, two, threee..” She mooed, slow, steady minuscule pushes inching the second berry further out of her womb. As Alice eased the berry downwards, she leaned into the sensation of the ache as her labia lips bulged, groaning and hissing in arousal as she pushed.

“Doing so well Alice, so close.” Jessie encouraged. Alice was sweating from the exertion, her cheeks purple. Melissa grabbed an ice chip, holding it to Alice’s lips. Alice swallowed it gratefully, holding it on her tongue for a moment before she did. Her body quaked and shuddered with every push she gave, and as she pushed again, she felt it fully crown. “Come on, come on, come ON!” She cried out, and with another wet POP! The second berry was out, falling to the floor ceremoniously.

“Last one now Mama, home stretch.” Melissa encouraged. Adam, who had been mostly silent and focused on massaging Alice’s taut, tense spots agreed with her. “You’re amazing Mom, you got this.” Spurred on by her family’s love, Alice breathed in. “Okay guys, let’s get this big blueberry out of mama berry.” She started pushing low, powerful pushes that rocked her belly.

“Slow and steady wins the race now Alice, careful.” Jessie advised. Alice was on autopilot now though, pushing and pushing with careful precision, every note her body hit was pitch perfect, and before too long, the last berry was right at her entrance. “Here it comes Jessie, catch it, catch it, catch it!” She exclaimed. And catch it Jessie did as the last berry exploded from Alice’s womb, finally empty of all the blueberries.

“You did it!” Melinda crowed happily. “Fuck yeah Mama, there you go!” As the family celebrated, Jessie cleaned up all three gigantic blueberries, weighing eight pounds each. “Now what do we do with them?” Melissa looked them over. “Well, now that we got them cleaned up, we get them tested and get them sold on the farmer’s market.”

Alice let out a chuckle. Then a giggle. Then a full blown belly laugh. Eventually the others joined in, and Alice proposed something.

“Wanna take a selfie together and post it to the girls at the ward?” She suggested. At that, everybody agreed. Adam, Melissa and Jessie each grabbed a berry, nestling it in their arms as Jessie held her phone above her head. “Say blueberry!” She snapped the photo, and they all giggled again.

Alice was happy. Now she could recover, and prepare to begin dating again.

Because a convo with Mrs P reminded me I hadn’t uploaded all chapters on here yet.

#blueberryinko #blueberry momma #blueberry kink #blueberryinflation #blueberry expansion #blueberry inflation #so pregnant #spherepreg #multiples #pregnancy kink #older pregnancy #barefoot and pregnant #oc: alice

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thotsforvillainrights · 2 years ago

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If It's still ok to ask, headcannons for Grian whom's s/o who's often is flirted with but is oblivious to it?

(Yes! I actually just did one like this for some of the others haha. Love to add Giran to the list!)

~Giran’s Oblivious S/O~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

“Hurry up yknow we aint got all day and those reservations are tight.” He called you from his position near the front door. He didn’t like to rush you very often but this time you both had to really get on it. A new restaurant opened up in town and it was booked from now until 3 months out with reservations. Giran snagged reservations for you two at 4:00 p.m. and it was already 3:21 p.m. He sighed and decided to pull out a cigarette. If you were going to take any longer then he likely would’ve lit it up for a quick puff. Luckily you emerged from the bathroom fully dressed and ready to go. He chuckled and put the cigarette away, tucked back carefully into his pocket. “Sorry for rushing ya. We’ve agreed to walk there instead of drive and we’re running low on time. But hey, it’s worth it when you look that damn good.” You rolled your eyes at his flirting. “Thank you. You’re handsome yourself yknow.” You quipped back. He smirked and lifted his arm for you to wrap yours around it.

“Look!” On the walk to the restaurant you viewed a scruffy cat in the alleyway nearby. Giran sighed and tried to keep leading you away but he knew it wasn’t going to work in the least bit. He stopped and looked down at you. You’re eyes wide and seemingly hurting at the thought of the poor animal. He sighed once more and reached into his pocket to hand you some cash. “Convenience store is across the street right there. I’ll wait for you to get back.” You nodded at him with determination clear on your face before jetting across the street and into the store. He smiled when you finally came back out with some cat food, small bowls, bottled water, and a throw blanket. He watched you quickly work at the dry spot of the alley. You lay the blanket down and fill the bowls with water and food. To your surprise you watch the larger cat emerge from a hiding spot with kittens. You sniffle and watch the mama cat and her babies eat graciously from your gift. Giran smiled warmly at the sight. That was one of the things he loved most about you. Your kindness was above all was something he tended to lack in his everyday life. Then again, being a broker on the dark end of business didn’t call for someone so nice. He had to be tough in his line of work. He supposes that’s why it’s so nice coming home to someone the opposite of him. The only issue with this was that sometimes you remained oblivious to those around you. This was especially true when it came to flirting. Unfortunately you failed to notice when someone was flirting with you. To you it was all friendly banter/conversation, compliments and whatnot. It all flew over your head. He began to wonder if you could even tell when he was flirting with you himself. It was endearing to a degree but more annoying than all else. Like right now...

Giran stared in annoyance at the sight in front of him. The waiter/waitress/server was boldly flirting with you in front of his face. Directly in front of his face as if he weren’t sitting right fucking here! “You’ve got some pretty eyes, yknow that?” You gasped and smiled. “Oh thanks! Yeah I’ve been told that a few times before. It’s such a well received compliment haha!” Giran rolled his eyes at your words. Could you really not see what was happening right now? “I like your outfit. Looks good on you. More than most other people I know.” The server smirked at you. “Oh really! I was worried when I purchased that it wasn’t a good fit for me. The line was too long for me to return it though. I think maybe next time I’ll go for a different style yknow? That’s just how the cookie crumbles!” Giran was annoyed yes, but still thought to himself how funny it was to see the server try so hard and continuously fail. Instead of hopping into things Giran just sat and watched until the server desperately gave up. “Whoa that person was way too talkative am I right?” You spoke to Giran and he chuckled. “Sure was.” Sure you weren’t all to wise to others advances but Giran ultimately decided you didn’t need any help when it came to this. No need to worry about you straying from him in any way. Anyone advancing on you would give up likely before he needed to get involved.

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #Giran #kagero okuta #scenario

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dreamkidddream · 4 years ago

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I absolutely loved the doll! mc one with the brothers and diavolo. Could I ask for the same idea with the rest of the undateables and luke? If it isn't too much though. Thank you very much, don't forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated!

I’m glad you enjoyed the first part!! I hope you’re staying safe through this pandemic and that you’re drinking plenty of water. I’m so happy that people liked the Doll!MC scenario so much (it even became one of my top posts and I was NEVER expecting that to happen 😳 click here to read it with the Bros and Diavolo). I got an UR card for Barbatos today and immediately thought back to this scenario cause I was just imagining the different situations with Doll!MC. Hope you enjoy!

Also, Luke’s part is strictly platonic, just FYI!

The Undateables (Minus Diavolo) with Doll!MC

Barbatos

Let me just say, you make this man’s day so much better

Your presence is just so calming for him. You could just be standing there (which is heavily enforced in the kitchen), not doing anything, and he would still be fully relaxed

Definitely loves you being in the kitchen with him, and will find ways to invite you so that you guys can spend time together

“MC, the young master has a tea party planned for this afternoon, and I’m afraid I may need your assistance to help prepare.”

“But Barb, I thought you didn’t want me touching anything-”

“I don’t want you touching anything that can cause you harm. I can easily handle the labor, but I do have a task for you...”

Cue to you sitting perfectly still and taste testing his sweets

“Barb, are you sure that I’m helping you like this? I don’t want to be useless to you!”

“Nonsense, MC. This is perfect. I needed someone with an exceptional palette, and you’re just the right person for me.”

Just you and him, and his sweet creations. What more could he ask for?

Maybe being in a relationship with you, but he is very sure that it’s going to be happening in the near future...and he didn’t even have to use his powers to know that

He stares at you a lot. He can’t help it, he loves to just admire you!

Barbatos is the type of guy where he doesn’t have to rely on words to express his love. His love language is acts of service: packing you lunch and extra sweets every week, giving you recipes that he wouldn’t even share with Luke, and gifting you mini accessories that you can wear with your outfits!

He gave you this adorable three-legged crow holding a cupcake hairpin and you’ve been wearing it ever since

He tries to hide his blush everytime he sees you and now he has to work even harder because of the pin lmao

HAVING YOUR OWN TEA PARTIES WEEKLY

You both have a designated day and time where you don’t plan anything in order to have your own tea parties

No Diavolo, no noisy demon brothers, no other exchange students (sorry Luke). Just you and him, enjoying each other’s company and him basking in your glow

If someone did try to harm you, he would already know of it and properly disposes of the problem. Lord Diavolo can’t afford to have any issues interfering with the exchange program, and he can’t afford to have anything happen to you so...no harm no foul, right?

Please continue to do what you’re doing MC. Stare at him with your bright, doe eyes and give him that lively smile everytime. It makes his day go by much easier, especially since he knows that you’ll still be there, waiting for him with your own desserts and that smile reserved just for him

Simeon

Was convinced that you were an angel

Lowkey still convinced that you’re an angel

Really, you just look so...angelic

Wasn’t upset when you revealed that you were in fact human; he was happy because this meant that he could show you around the Celestial Realm!

Speaking of Celestial Realm, be prepared for Simeon to be your very own personal tour guide everytime. This could be your 50th time up there and he’ll still try to point new things out

“And over here is-”

“Michael’s favorite resting place, since the lilies always seem to bloom whenever he’s around,” you giggled. “I remember Simeon, you tell me this everytime we visit!”

He’s a tad embarrassed

“Forgive me, MC. It seems that I get so elated over the fact that you’re here with me, I tend to repeat some things over.”

“That’s okay! I still have fun with you everytime!”

Oh MC, you’re too adorable!

Which causes him to worry over you. While he knows that the brothers and Diavolo (along with Barbatos) wouldn’t dare cause you any distress, the same couldn’t be said for the other demons lurking around, both in and out of RAD

But not to fear, Simeon your friendly guardian angel is here!

I am so sorry for the rhyme lmao

He may not have been personally assigned to you, but that doesn’t mean he can just let anything happen to you! He’s only doing his heavenly duties in protecting you! He’s also being a good friend by watching over you too, his little lamb

He wouldn’t attack anyone, but if he made a complaint or a very serious concern to the right person (Lucifer or Diavolo), consider the problem handled

You have your own tea time as well, and Luke would join you sometimes. But, every now and then, Luke would have to finish some homework or study, or Barbatos would miraculously call for him at the castle, or if it was just too late and Luke just had to go to sleep, then it would just be you two. Sitting by the fireplace, discussing matters ranging from RAD to your life in the human world, drinking tea that you would take turns preparing

Not to mention the downright dainty little cakes you would bring. One time you brought him angel cakes and he found so lighthearted and precious that he requested you bring them everytime, just for him

May or may not base a character in his new story around you

Simeon wants to shield you from the horrors that are surrounding you both. You’re so pure, he just wants you safe. From the way that you would dress to the way that your eyes would just look so amazed and innocent at him, he just knows that he needs to watch over you, always. The brothers do get a little wary when they see how much time you do spend at Purgatory Hall, but they know that Simeon couldn’t possibly have feelings for you, and you were always so giddy after leaving there, they couldn’t bring themselves to say anything

And Simeon knew that he was starting to feel more than he should. He couldn’t profess his love for you now in risk of falling, but he can wait until you get your wings. Just imagining you in your cute little Ceslestial Realm outfit (which he hopes still mimicked your current style) with your very own beaming halo was enough to keep him waiting and to make sure that you stayed on the right path

He deemed that you were worth the wait

Luke

BFFs! BFFs!

When he first saw you he could just cry

Someone innocent like you got sent down here with these monsters?! He had to keep you safe!!!

Simeon thought you were angel and then realized that you were not; Luke thought you were an angel and refused to believe that you weren’t

You didn’t have it in you to burst his bubble so soon, so you just let him run with it until Simon broke the news

It was like telling a kid that Santa Claus wasn’t real; you can only imagine how Luke took the revelation

Not well from what Solomon told you. Simeon kept saying he just needs some time to process things, and you just felt so awful about the whole thing

Which lead to you bringing him so much sweets that it made Beel jealous and very upset

But we all know how Beel can be around food, so it wasn’t a huge surprise. He chased you around all day and you had to use your pact to get him to stop!

And you promised to make him double the sweets in he forgave you so all is well

Luke was still obviously sad, but he wasn’t going to stay sad forever. Especially not after you brought this many sweets just for him!

Lucifer was not a happy demon when Simeon arrived at the HoL’s doorstep with you groaning and clutching your stomach. And Solomon took so many pictures of Luke while he passed out from his sugar high that he dedicated a whole album in his phone to it

Favorite activity to do together: Baking! (Obviously)

Trading recipes, shopping for ingredients together, baking things for each other to try (where really it was just to have double the desserts)

When you two are in the kitchen together, no one else is allowed (except for Simeon, but only if he’s looking and not touching). It’s now MC and Luke time, everybody else is gonna have to wait!

Luke only wants you to do the the activities that he sees as harmless: which is everything that doesn’t include sharp items and anything else that can hurt you

“MC get away from that! That can seriously hurt you! Let me get it for you instead!

“Luke, honey, it’s just an oven it’s not my first time using one-”

Too late, he already took it out of your hands into his own, mitts already on

Speaking of oven mitts

You guys have matching aprons and mitts!!

Barbatos may be a little bit jealous, but he likes the bond that you two have. And he knows that Luke won’t be a romantic rival so he’s alright lol

Luke is your deemed protector/bodyguard, and he proudly wears the title since no one bothers you because of him (or so he thinks). Everyone makes fun of him calling him a chihuahua, but jokes on him, when Luke complains, he complains

Won’t take long for Simeon or even one of the brothers to pick up on his whines complaints if he thinks someone is bothering you

Luke believes that while he’s small, he can protect you and try to keep you free from danger. He may be young, but he sees himself as the older brother out of you both (even though it’s really you being the older sibling and him being the baby). Always looking out for you especially since you’re too fragile to be left alone!

You’re one of the only people that genuinely likes him and don’t make fun of him. You’re dear to him MC, please don’t ever change!

Also, he definitely talks to Michael about you all the time so excitedly and sends him sweets that you both made together. Michael is a proud dad at this point

Solomon

Knew you wasn’t a doll but loved to tease you about being one anyway

Was there a spell that can really turn you into a doll? You wouldn’t mind if he tried it out on you, right MC?

Don’t tempt him please because he WILL do it

“Tell me, MC. Hypothetically speaking, if I were to purchase-”

“No Solomon, you can’t shrink me down to fit me into a dollhouse, no matter how nice it sounds. Besides, I can’t bake in a dollhouse, the oven wouldn’t work!”

“I can fix that.”

You’re very amusing to him for some reason. Was it because of how doll-like you are? The fairytale way that you dressed? How you were still human and was able to live with seven of the most powerful demons and not die? Maybe it’s the way that you still radiated such positivity despite being in literal Hell?

Honestly all of the above

TEACHING HIM HOW TO COOK/BAKE

Poor Solomon doesn’t realize that his cooking isn’t...the best

And you took the best approach in helping him atleast cook something that looks edible

You didn’t say his cooking was disgusting like some people (literally everyone else), so he took that you giving him lessons was a date of sorts

He wasn’t complaining. Your time spent in the kitchen was scenes straight of a romcom (no matter how cheesy it sounds); his arms wrapped around your waist and dotting icing on your pretty nose

May or may not have licked some icing off of you at one point, will definitely do it again

Solomon is a very confident man, borderline arrogant (Oh who am I kidding he IS arrogant). So yes, while people may see you as an easy target, he’s here to remind them that you’re not. And that if they want to try, chances are they won’t be walking away in one piece

He’s powerful, too powerful in fact. He may not be the strongest physically, but if even the entire student council recognizes his knowledge and what he’s capable of, no one should be dumb enough to test him (keyword: try)

But he wouldn’t mind showing off if it’s for you

You’re one of the only beings to ever peak Solomon’s interest genuinely. Yes, he loved to tease and bug you whenever he pleased, but you also made him want to come around you more and more. He was drawn to you, and that doesn’t happen a lot with him (at least without ulterior motives)

*coughcough* making pacts *coughcough*

You were the only thing that made Solomon feel weak, but that wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. Don’t get him wrong, he’s still The Greatest Sorcerer, but he couldn’t help but feel himself get weak in the knees when you gazed at him with so much sincerity. He loves it and loves you

Once your back in the human world, he’s going to be so selfish with you. I mean, he already kinda was now, but this time there won’t be any interruptions or distractions around to take your attention

Us humans have to stick together, and what better way to stick together than to be together, wouldn’t you say MC?

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me undateables #undateables x reader #obey me #obey me swd #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #barbatos x reader #barbatos x mc #obey me barbatos #obey me solomon #solomon x reader #solomon x mc #simeon x reader #simeon x mc #obey me simeon #obey me luke #luke is baby

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justwritedreams · 2 years ago

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She glanced up at her bare legs and was surprised at the outfit she wore, not only because it was extremely short, it didn’t cover half her thighs. But because the dress, which looked more like a nightgown, light pink was transparent on both sides from the hem to the height of her rib and the top was lace, the sleeve was so thin that it didn’t even seem to exist and maybe that explained why she wore a robe of the same color and length.

maaaarrrriiiii do you have a pic inspo for this, or the inspo for any outfit in this chapter? i imagined them to be so beautiful ㅠㅠㅠㅠ your descriptions are A+++++ 😭😭💗💗💗💗💗 —— i like the fantasy theme going on!!! 😋😋😋 i seldom read fantasy (bc my mind isn't imaginative enough 😭) but yours got me hooked ㅠㅠ the header that you chose for this chapter definitely helped a lot ♡♡♡ btw which part of the chapter was your dream? the princess's fantasy dream? 😍 ——

Y/N felt Jeno take his hand from her back and turned at the same moment he took a step inside, so that the bodies wouldn’t collide, the princess widened her eyes and took a step back, looking at Jeno confused. “What are you doing?” “I’ll show you the room.”🤣🤣

jeno was so touchy touchy that day!!!!!! 🥰🥰😍😍🙈💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗💗 also, the way he kept calling her "princess" while she kept maintaining her distance by calling him "Lee" 😭😭 aigoo girllllllll 💓💓💓💓💓 —— AND THE MAID RETURNSSSSSS AHHHHHHHHHH HER PRESENCE IS LIKE THAT JINX FROM WELCOME TO THE KINGDOMMMMMMM ALSO, WHY DID JENO BITE HIS LIPSSS WHEN THE MAID WAS TALKING TO HIM ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ was he being seduced by her? or was he nervous and he wanted to get out of that situation asap? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ but im team princess all the way!!!!! if he wants infidelity, i will retaliate!!!! 😤😤😤😤😤😤😤 ——

Y/N kept her eyes locked on Mark’s and her body reacted before her mind, on an impulse, she brought her hands up to either side of his face and held before sealing their lips.

😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 jeno must feel so sad 😭😭 she never initiated any kisses with him 😭😭😭😭 SHE EVEN FRENCH-KISSED MARK 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 —— this has gotta be the most dramatic chapter so far 😭😭😭 reading it was like a rollercoaster ride 😭😭 just when you thought things were looking up, all the good things can be shattered in mere seconds 😭😭😭 ive always thought that i could predict writers' plot but no, im always proven wrong 😭 i DIDN'T SEE THIRDWHEELER WHO IS MARK COMINGGGGGGG THE PRINCESS HAPPENED TO BE THE ONE WHO KISSED HIM TOO 😭😭😭😭😭 you completely blew my mind 😭😭😭 was it just heat of the moment kinda thing? the princess only wanted to find out for her younger self as to what kissing mark felt like, and nothing more, right? ㅠㅠ (+pay back to jeno lee for being a playboy before!!😔)

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yoooo maari if mark didn't have to enlist, he'd had been the first choice of man for this arranged marriage, right…? 😞 he's just older than jeno by a few months 😔 gosh..that fact changes the lives of these three omg…. and i respect mark for not taking advantage of the princess' sudden action initially, like he didn't move his lips omg ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ will this love triangle continue…? mark, and also the princess don't have crushes-kind of feelings for each other anymore, right? ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ

poor jeno….ㅠ

I do!!!

Oh thank yooou 🥺 I don't know if I managed to do justice to this nightgown in the chapter, I thought it was so beautiful! I'm so glad to read that! The kiss scene was my dream 🤭 It's been a while since I dreamed and I tried to write down the main points but it went like that, except for the part of the discussion with Jeno.

i love it when he calls her princess all the time i want to scream. He was trying to get away! 🤣🤣🤣 but he noticed someone was looking at him so he was trying to contain his smile 😏 Tbh I didn't intend to put a love triangle in this series, I wanted to do it different from Kings, but I love drama and after I dreamed about the kiss scenario it was a little difficult. My fingers practically wrote themselves lol

Yes, exactly. To calm the hearts of readers, it was just that 🤣🤣🤣 after all the conversations with her cousin and the fact of seeing Mark again after so long, the crush she had for him "came back" so for her to understand her own feelings it was necessary to do what she always imagined when she was younger. So yep, it is a payback! Right, if the whole story of the princess kingdom uprising didn't involve the military, even the fact that Mark enlisted wouldn't be a weight for the marriage. Their lives could be very different, but there's no way you can fight with fate. Mark it's a gentleman in all my imagines because I can't picture him different!!! he was with his childhood crush and yet he didn't reciprocate the way he could because he knew it was wrong 😭 I think the spoiler I can give is that things will be less fervent after their wedding and Mark's absence will be the crucial point for the princess to understand more of her own feelings while living with Jeno.

#talkin about: welcome to the kingdom

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latimeria-fell-from-heaven · 3 years ago

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Since you said about disembodied reader.

I like to thought of how player just mocking them and talk badly of how bad they're (those who hurt Nikki) whilst the player compliment the others but still saying "I still don't trust you tho" and Nikki having hard time to ignore her "ghost-friend" since they're talking so loudly (as if they're in the loud party) but no one can see them.

Little did the player know, they(characters) heard it.

I imagine that once they see her and even can interact with her, then they add "You know I know of how you thought to us" then other things she said, and made the player shock about that...

Prayed that Nikki will come and find them since they left without notice.

—°u°

hi hi °u°!

ooh this actually probably would've happened, especially with the ones who have betrayed/hurt nikki and those who have helped her. but since our input as the player about any of the characters in pretty limited in general, we actually have no idea what they think or how they talk about said characters, other than what we talk about in nikki's home. but yes, i do like to think of this ghost that follows nikki around that smack talks literally everyone and curses them out and roasts them and poor nikki is trying to keep a straight face bc we're practically cursing up a storm and very loudly might i add.

just the mental image of ghost player ready to throw hands is so fucking funny man,,,

lil scenario up ahead !

you've always been the type to be a bit more abrasive when it comes to how you speak and think, regardless of your appearance. that's the difference between you and nikki; she's far sweeter and trusting around others, and she always tries to see the good in everything. so of course she couldn't even say anything bad about anyone, especially cursing them out. you, on the other hand, couldn't really care less and you tend to be blunt about nearly everything. poor nikki had always panicked when you would bluntly say the words she couldn't say and would tryーkey word is tryーto wave it off.

so it's no real surprise that you become much looser once you've come to the realization that no one can see nor hear you. only nikki can hear the words you sayーnot that you mind. but it makes everything interesting, because you can say the words you could never say, and no one can do anything. it's practically paradise for you. of course, you give nikki any of your advice should the situation call for it, such as trying to pick out certain outfits from helz's store, picking out the best discounts at the store, and which new anime to cry over, but you digress.

but your status as nikki's "companion ghost," as you kindly put it, also let you practically say anything about the many diverse people that nikki had met in her travels. of course, many themselves were good people whom had aided nikki in her journey, such as the ever cute helz ( who you really want to smother by the way ), the mysterious yexiao, who had been the first other than nikki to finally see you, the charming lover boy loen ( you debated on insulting or complimenting him, so you chose both ), and the bold and fierce zoey ( whom you would very much like to step on you ).

but there's an invisible boundary between you since you know that truly involving yourselves with them could bring potential harm, and after seeing what your precious nikki had gone through, you didn't need to see it once more. they had helped you - nikki - but they still held brewing emotions and secrets and motivations underneath those faces that you couldn't even begin to say, much less get yourself involved in. it stings, especially knowing that both you and nikki do want to befriend others, but then you remind her of kimi, of orlando, of bobo, and tearfully, of lunar, and she agrees, a sad smile across her thin lips.

" think of them nikki, we'll see them again, okay?" you whisper, embracing her tightly though she cannot feel it too much, she still brings a hand where your forearm should be. " i know, i know," she whispers back, voice cracking as she holds back the emotions from remembering her times with said companions. you smile gently, but she can't see it. so you settle for combing your fingers through her pink locks, and she sighs, before taking a breath, having her resolve firmed out.

and then, there are those whom you hold with utter disgust and hatred in your heart, such as mercury, qin yi, and nightbane themselves. you can feel your blood utterly boil each time someone even so much as mentions them. you hate them, very much so. if it weren't for your current situation with you being invisible and all, you'd have strangled them long ago.

you hate them for the pain they put nikki through, you hate them for how utterly despicable they are, and you hate them for just existing in the first place. a part of you almost feels sorry for them, for the pain they went through and what it shaped them into. but as you had stared down at nikki's tear-stained face as she felt the utter guilt for something that wasn't even her fault, the burning hatred rises up again and whatever pity - sympathy you suppose, has rotted and crumbled away.

" he's a weirdo nikki," you nonchalantly say like you've just told her the weather," he looks like a playboy that didn't get lucky," you snicker at that last part. said girl looks ready to curl up on the spot, although she's doing her best to not look bothered by your words. you don't mind loen too much, but he reeks of lover boy vibes-

and he seems fun to bully.

" i've seen frat boys cuter than him nikki," you lean on the tavern counter as you stare right at the blonde who's busy staring down poor nikki. you snicker once more, before your smile fades and you lean close to her ear. " don't trust him too much, he could betray us y'know," you wrap your arms around her neck and hold her close, staring down loen.

before you speak once more -

" if he tries to flirt with you, i'll kick him in the dick." her grip on her dress tightens as the profanity is said right into her ear.

his grin falters and he blinks.

haha.

qin yi.

you hate him. you fucking hate him with every fiber in your being. his very presence gives you chills and makes you want to throw up. something felt so inherently wrong about him, and it near claws at you from the inside, eating you away -

" you disgusting son of a bitch-!!" you hiss at him from behind nikki, unintentionally digging your nails into her shoulder but she doesn't even feel it. she slightly flinches at your words, face grimacing as she tries to keep a straight face.

" nikki, don't trust him, please..." you plead, something akin to dread crawling about in the pit of your stomach. she only gives you an apologetic look, as if wanting you to stop being so crude and trust someone for once.

but you can't.

just the very sight of qin yi makes you recoil and want to claw at your own eyes to remove the image of him from your vision.

just hearing his silky smooth voice makes you gag and want to stab away at your eardrums until you can hear nothing but the stinging ringing within your head.

" please-"

but she turns away, only giving you one last lookover trying to soothe your growing unease. you sigh, silently standing as she follows qin yi alongside joy. you grit your teeth, before jumping to the pinkette's side-

and turning your head to face the two-faced bastard.

" i'll fucking kill you."

his silver hues shift, until they bore into you - nikki is right next to you. he's observing.

but it didn't change your words one bit.

" i hate you."

ǎ̶̞͈͕͎̟̮̥̰̠̫̖͈͋͜

̸̃̃̉̾͋̑��̗̠̘̦͖͔̙̣͕̪͕̫͋́̚͘͜͝ ̸̥̖̿̍ ̵̲͖͓̟͉͓̭̳͓̿͗͌̒͊͌ ̷̲̺͈͉̘̘͇̈͒̿͆͋̔̍͘͘à̷̡̧̤͙̻͔̿̄̅̈́́̊̽̓̐͋͠

̴̨̢̰̤̦̘̳̽̾͋͜ ̸̙͙̿̐̒͒̾̇̕ ̶̢̧̙͈̘̙͓̱̮͉̜̝̜̎͐́͒͝ ̷̡̨̡͓̫͙̜̩͈̺̤̘̦̗̽͛͌̎̄̊̊̾̏̒͠ͅ ̵̫̼̘̗̮̓̒̓͊̿̅͐̚͘͝ ̶̪̙̙̹̠̩̹̖̩̹̮͐̉̃̑̆̚͜ ̶͇̤̩̜̻̺̮̥͖͉͈̞̗̈a̴̛̫̞̪̻͈̍͗͑̌̈́̔͘͝

̶̧̗̱͎͚͍̂̀̑́̓̿̓̊͜͜͝ ̵̛͍́̈́͐̾͒̃̀͆̕͝ ̷̧͇̩͖̯̞͔͗ ̶̨̭͖̼̥̻͔͔̳͔̹̙̫̦͒̄̊̋̑́̋͛́̒͂̾̂ ̸̨̛͍̠̲̦͙͔̘̩̝̪̜̄͊̆͂̈́͒͌͋̈́͂͌͐͝ ̸̢̨̣̺͖̝͚̭̩̬̯͖̜̠͈̔͑̃͗̏͊͋̚͘͠ ̵̡̤͉͎͖̠̪̰̖̹̜̟͍͔̰͑̈̇̓̅ ̷̥̪̥̹̖̬͈̟̦̤͇̘̩̥̅̉͒̑͌͂̉͌̿̽͑̔̀̕ ̵̢̨̘̣̘̩͍̳̠̝̱͉̺̱͑͑̓̋̀̏͠ ̴̫͖̻̼̟̝͉̤̮̼̰̗͕̎̒͂̇́ͅá̴̛͈̘̪͚̲̬͗̆̎̇̊̋̓̿͌̀

̶̦̉́͆͐̐͌̇̓̿̒̽͝ ̵̘̠̪̥̫͈̩̖̺́̅̂͝ ̵͕̅́̐͛̏̈́͒̑̓͊̕̕̚͝ ̴̮͈̏̑̾͘ ̶̩̺̓̿̾̏̂̂̂͌͘ ̶̨̢̙̳͍̣͕̪͈̗̼̾́͋ͅ ̸͉̳̩́́ ̵̼̖̟̹̜̣̹͐̈́̍͆͋̄̐͐̑̅̓̾̅̚͠ ̶̨̪̤͍̖͈͖͉̎͐̈́̎̍̀̓̊̾̑̀͒̚ ̷̤̀͌̕̕ ̴̡̢̧̫͎̫̣̪̮̱̭͓̗͙̏̀̒͑̇̆̐͝ ̵̢̇̉̓́́̀̚a̶̟̯͔̍̂͑̀̉ͅ

nikki lets out hiccuped sobs, once lively amber eyes now puffy and reddened with hours of wails and sobs wracking her body. she looks damn ready to scream, but it can only come out forced and choked while the tears continue to fall. her thin arms are wrapped around her chest, her desperate attempt to comfort herself through the pain. she does not give the usual "you were right" cry, she only drowns in her guilt for poor joy and her stupid and blind trust in something so disgusting.

but you do not blame her, you do not begrudge her for being so naïve, you do not smugly hold it over her.

you gently hush her, embracing her as tightly as you could, although she couldn't feel it. but you stroke her pink locks, patting her shuddering head and whispering sweet nothings.

" it's not your fault nikki," you say, voice soft and somber as you continue to hold her close to you. you don't stop her sobs, since you know she needs to get the sorrow and tears out of her system before she can be talked down again.

that fucking bastard-

you can feel your gaze sharpen as pure rage fills your every vein, and you pull one hand away - she doesn't notice - to dig your nails into the skin of your palm. your teeth grit so hard you can almost feel your jaw lock in place.

qin yi.

the name feels like poison on your tongue. you near gag, but hold it in for nikki's sake. but you know that if given the chance-

you'd fucking kill him.

i̶̢̨͈͉͈͉͍̟͍͉̝̱͓̠̼͇̔̂̿̕̕ ̵̡̢̺̠̫͈̜̬̗̬̹̤̠͑̄͑̒͐͑̌̕͝ͅh̶̡̢͍͓̖̗̰̬̥̹̝̪͚̦̟͈̘͈̘̃͗́̀̆̍̔͆̾̅͝ą̴̡̢̟̦̖̩̜̠̦͓̥̩̩͉̜̌̄̍̌̿̀̇̂̓͂̊̿̿̇̈́̆͜͝t̴̯̱̹̥̖̳͐e̶͙̠̥̰̣̜̤͓͎̲͋͗̉̿̏̈̾͝͠͝ ̷̢̗̰̰̳̱̠̫̳̱͖̭́̾̓̎̌́̊͜y̴̡͎̝͕͕̲̞̥̣̻̗̟̣̯̓̈̇͐̊̐͆̐̊͊̉̅̃̚̕ͅơ̸̢̰̹̜̞͙͙̠̏̂̄̈́́́͒̽̊̔͒̀̿̍́̕͘u̴̡̧͈̹͚̩̙̪̱̦̻̗͓͈͍̭̐̍̒̃͆͛͌͗́͛͜ ̸̲̠͖͇̝͉̩̬̠͔̯̬̜̱̣̘̣̄̉ͅî̷̮̟͐̅̈́̂̅̍̅̾̑͒̅̊̚ ̷̨̰̞̺̬̩̔̂̈́̒̔́͆͒͠͝͝ĥ̷̙̝̳̪̝̩̜̝̥͍̗͌͠ͅą̸̢̞̰̭̩̥̪͇̬̼̻̯̤̩̝͓̍̾̍̾̆̈̀͜ṭ̴̨̨̱͕̞̺̙̞͇̜̞̫͙̦̗̲̖̊̍̂̃̀̒͂̄̃̐ḙ̵̡̤̬̭̺̖̙̹͎͉̮̖̝͚̥̂͒̈́̾̌̃̂̕͠ ̷̮̰̯͑̋̂̽̑̑͋͆̏͋̅̏͗̄̍͘͝͠y̴̨̫͙͆̾̾̇̈̂̀̑̕͝o̶̧̨͖͓̤͓̗͚̗̠̼̖̙͔̞̘̦͑͆̒̀̽̎̈́̋͑̂͜͝u̴͕̼̙͖̲͕̤̮͙̔̆̎͗͊̂̃̋͋́̿͘̚͝͝ ̸̹̯̱̰̘͚͖̲̙̫̮͕̀i̴̪̼͚̊͆͋̄ ̵̢͓͇͓͍̣͓̩͆̇ͅh̵̩̮͒̀a̴̢̪͔̪̱̣͇͖̮͊́͆͗̀̌̽ͅť̵̢͉̥̹͉̺̻̜̂͗͜ḙ̶̪̬͇͎̯̹͉̬̣̯̆̈̂̄̎͝ ̸̧̨̡̡̗̺̯̬͖͚̖̻̞̣̫͉͍̈́̍̐̏̔̓̌͒̚ͅy̵͉̻̩̠̩̗͎͖͙̼̠̮͐̈̾͐o̸̧͋ŭ̶͍̬̗͓͓̺̲̖͉̰̝̯̜̳̖̟͍ ̵̛̼̣̃͐̈́͋͂̕͝ị̵̺̣͎̭̼̻͍̤̞̹͕̲̰̆͋̈͛̀͂͑̒̉͐̽̀̓͛͌̒̚ ̵̧̧̜͈̙̼͇̟̰͎͐̇̿̉̂̀̅͛́͗͒̆̚͜h̷̢̡̭͎̮͕͕͉͈̣̯̜̒͑̒͒̇͌̓̓̅̓̅͒̐͠͝ä̸̧̡̢͉̠͚̯̭̯͚̠̞̒̿̈́̃̓̅̓͂̇̃͌̑̐͘͘͝t̷̟̟̙̭̗̤̲͍̣̬̭̳̮̏́̅̏̃͂̐̂̿̄̌͑̉͠ͅȩ̵̡̧̡̛̥͈͉̺̘̮̩͎̦͇̖̯̑͛̅̍͛̍͐͒̋̅͌͘ ̶͎͇̻̪̀̊̐̿͂̈́͐̊̓̒͋̽͋̄͜͠͝ÿ̵̭́ở̵̗̩̻̐u̵͇̬̬̗̤͗̒͑ ̷͖̺͖̦̩͓̖̠̜͎̞́̓̌̚̚̕͠͠ȉ̸̢̪̼͈̗̼̼͙̇̈̒̈̈́̎̋͒̃̀̀̾̇̈͜͝ͅ ̴̙̱̠̹͈͎̲͓̻̫̮̗͚͈̲̹̫̻̈̄͂͆̑̋̽̿͛̀̂͜͠͝h̸̢̯̟͇̘͈̙̠̬̹̟̮̿͐͐͋͝a̸̛͛̈́̈́̃̓̚͝��̢̡̢̫̺͉͇̦̲͔̞̝̻͈̜̥̥̺ͅt̵̲̥̞̖͖̭͖͑̇̍͋̍̅̆̾͒̚ͅe̴̪͕̬͎̠̣̬̯̥̩̮̲̥̎̓̊͋ͅ ̵͓̜͚̦̟̝͇̙̭̮̟̰̔͒̅͊̄̃̃̓͆̚͝͠y̴̪̩͚̦̪͋͊̈́̄́̽̔͗̑͒ó̵̧̡̧͈̗̱͕̐͐͂̓͆̏̇͂͝ư̴͙̽̈́̈̀̈́̑͆̄͒̇̀͂͑̆ ̸̨̢̧̛̛̛͓̜̪̼̜͖͈͔̗̦̖͎̒̄̒́͒͛͋̚͜ï̶͈̰̦̥̩͎̦̞̬̲̰͑͆̃̍̒ ̷̨̨̨̰̩͎̲̯̹̥̞̫̝̃̇̓̔̀̿̐̍̉̈̕͜͜͝͠h̷̢̛̙̹̻͎̓͐͂̑̎͊̂͊̆͛̆̚̚ä̷̻̮̼́̃̂́͛͋̆̒̚͝t̵̨̙̥̠̥͔͍̩̝̬̻̝̻̱̪͎̐̊̑̾̑́̔̉̿̽͊͜ë̴̢̛̯̤̹̰̳̯͇̜̳͖̣́͗̊̍̋́͂̔̑̕͜͝͝ ̸̡̢̙̣̱̫̞̭͕̭̱̦̰̹̞̌͂̇̈́̅́̍͆̃̾̑͠ͅẙ̶̘̜̎̅͊̆̓́̓̈͋̽̅͂͗͘͜͝o̶̡̼͕̣͕̠͐͒̃̇͑͑̈́͊̀̆̔́͋̈̿̑̍͜͝ú̸̡̡̦̪͓̫̲̝̩̖̰̰͕̘̥̹̝͉̐̇̈͗̌̌̃͊͋͋̎͋̈́̓͜͠ ̵̛̛͈̼̀̾̑͒̑̃̎́̄͌̚͘i̵̧̨͙͇̳̪̮̼̣̖̥̖͓͚̞̘͍͙̋̆͋̆ ̷̡̛̝̝̥̟̓͋́͗͊̎̓̎̋̓͗̓͂̈́̐͝͝h̴̛͕̱̙̺̊̓̿̋̌͛̈́̈́͗͑̉͗̀̓̚͜a̵͇͕̟̯̗̥̪̪̜̤̞̬̽̈́̀̑̉͐͘̕͜͠ț̶̡̨̛͓͙̳͚̘̫̹̰̭̩̣̻͔͕̰̭̐͗̾͋̑́̉̽̇̚ẽ̶̛͉̼̮̰͕͉̗̟̱͉̫͛̔̆͆̈̍̾̌ ̸̢̛̣̖͓̯̠̗̓̂͠͝ͅỵ̴̡̨̧̢̼͈͕̞͕̳̩̬̼͔̥̈̒͘ͅͅő̸̡̨̢̪͉̩̦͕͍̦͉̯̺̩͉̝͕̝͍͂̀̂̐͊̍͌͐̏́͝ǘ̸̢̠͚̗̣̙͕̺͈͉͒͐̊̓̔̈́͘͝ ̴̡̪̟̟̬̖͕̰̮̗̘̳̰̥̭͇͕͖̊̕i̶̡͙̦̗̼̞̗̙͙̐̈́̀̿̀̂͂͛̐̿͐̈́͌͘̚ͅͅ ̶̡̱̰̬̭͈̻̱̭͔̮͕̬̻͔̟̀͜͜h̵̡̢̛͚̜͇̤̳̦̯̮̻̟̬͉͈͑͗́̐̂͑̽͌̾̑͗͠a̷̡̢̝̪̖̪̗̩̦͙̻̠̯͙̻͕̺̜͖͆̓̿̓͊̉̚͠͠t̶̛̫͍͉̥̣̼̑͗̐͊̄̈̀̍͊̈́̎͒è̷͓͔̞̯̺̠͈̱̝̣͚̭̋̍͌̌̋̈́͒̓͛͒͘ͅ ̷̧̲̫̺͇̩̬̯̑̀̀̆͊͋̕̕͘͝ȳ̵̧̫̹̞͉̘͉̬̰͇̰̦̃̔̃̔̽̉̎̿̓̔͐̑̾̿̚͜͝͠͠ő̷̠ǔ̸̢̢͎̠̻̹̺̣̝́̀̃̇́̔̆͊̚̚ ̴̛͙̬͍̳̭̈͑͐́̔̓̋͘͠͝i̵̩͇̻̤͖͍̖̭͘ ̴̡̡̯̩̫̱̣̠̮̰͍̬͍̼̥̖̐͗̋̅̓͜ḩ̷̱̙̮̪̹̖̽̐͊a̴̛̪̝̔̈́̓̔̓̾̊̾͊͛͊̚t̵͙̱͎̦̱̜̺̃͒ͅe̸̺̙̗̥̹̹̜̤͎̩̘̣̠͎͕͛̽̽̓͛͊̽̊̈́͋́̅̕̕͘͝͝ ̸̛̛̦̗̭̲̉̐̑̒̑̀̿̄́̿̏̈́̒̕y̶͕̤͓̼̭͔͓͍̟͒̑̌̃̽̔̾̽̃̑́̒͂̈́̈́̔͠͝ơ̸̢͓͎̹͎̣͈̲̠̩̩̪̳̤̲͚͕͇̊͊̔̆͛͗̎̆̉̅̂͛̚ų̶̡̣͈̫̲̳̗͌̂̃̐̿͂ ̴̢̲͔̣̝̮̺̝͐̍̔͘ȋ̵̪̫̬̐̅̉̏̃̀͊͒̉ ̵̧̢̨̩͈͈͎̲͖̜̫̻̫̖̽͜ḩ̸͚̼̮̺͎̳̬̫͂̊̇̏̓̄̓̒ạ̶̢̣̠͈̖̙͌̃̈́̐̏̓͝ţ̸̺͚̝̰̗̝̺͉̫̻̬̣͍͖̑͗̎̌͜ͅę̷̡̛̠͕̹̺̜͙̣͎͈̯̜͍͔̩̀̈́͛̿͑̑͗̅̒̑̓̚ ̸̡̲̗̯͔͖͎͓̤̹̬̪̜͈̠͚̥͊͒̍̊͆̓͠ỳ̸��́̋́̈́̆̔̇̆̏̓̾̈́͌̚̚ͅơ̸̬̣̝̦͔̟̖̖̩̲̟̪̺͎͕̹͐̅̈́̊͊̃ͅư̴̢̨̙͍͉̣̩̱̼̪̟̠̜̺̝͖̄̆̈́͛̊͊̎͂͒̂̏̅̐̃̈͘ ̶͙͖̘͙͉̻͇̲̐̓̈́̈̈́͗̆͐͐͊̌̀͝i̸̧̝̘̤̩͍͇̙̭̪̯̘͓̞̤̜͖͈̊̋̀̔̋̈̓̆̊̀̎̋ͅ ̷̬͇̥̘̓́̏̆́͐̔͝ḥ̶̢̪̝̲̜͍̥̣̬͉̤͎̞̺̭̙̎́͂̐̀̀̃͝a̸̮͙̹̰͙̮̳̾̌̎̒͆͊͊̀̊̇̑̕̕͝t̸̡̧̬̠̱̥̦͖̜̤̪͓͉̲̤̙̞͎̽̀̑̎̇è̸̼̻̂̎̃̌̆̏̓͛́́͊͝ ̷̛̛͉͓̜͖̭͚̯̜̻̪̠̟̈́̀͌̐̅͘͠͝y̸̨̛̜͚̭̹̩̤͎̮͍̫͔̫̝͖̽̀͌̈́̈̐̽̚̕o̴̳̠͙̞͈̫͕͈̭͠u̶̱̰̪̻̭͖̩̜͎͋͛̅̅̄́̀͊͂̃͑̚͘ ̵̧̻̬̥͖̻̃̌̇͘ĩ̷̢̜̼̬̻͙̙̤̗̟̳̯̬̙̳̜͇̆̔̀̆͜ ̶̨̛̮̙̜̹̮̘̳̼̗̋̓͌̓̌̽̓̔̃̿̐̈́̎͐̚͠͝ͅh̴̩͙̣̟̍͂͗͌̈́́̓̽ä̸̢̩͙̪̗̤̦̻̫̠̖͔́͌͒͒́͛́̄̕͘̕͜͠ţ̵̱̗͇̯̗̹̼̦̩̮̟̼͈̬̊̀̃̈́̃͊͜͠ę̸̦̹̲̞͖̘͈̺̠̠͓̀̈́̒͒͋͒̋̃̿̀̋̉͛͘ ̷̼̭̲̮͔̹̝̖̩̤͓͚͍̾̃̊̐̍̀̓͝͠͠y̷̨̫̹͐̑̒͋̎͒͐͆̑̿̅̈͂̚͝͠o̵̧̡̨̧̘̰̱̲͓͈̮͚͓̦͚̥͂̑̌̀ũ̸̧̧̝̱̥̹̙̱̦͉͇̈́̚ ̶̨͚̙͕̜̻̇̑̏̄͊̉̏î̸̛̻͎̪̬̀͊̄̐̀̑ ̵̻̼̹̣̤̫͖̜̪̥̬͚̗̼̰̝͙͍͒̑̿̒̔̆͐̏͐͌͛͜h̷̢̠͎̭̱͙̣̠̺̻͎̭̠͉̥̝͙̤̀͌͂̃̈́͆̇̂͂̀̽͛̈́̚͜͠ả̴̧̧̫̤̫̻̘̞͇̙̩͖͍̅̃͆̃̌̀͛͋̕͜͠ͅͅt̸̞̪̪̣͈̙̯͇͒̒̃̉͋͗͊̕͜͝ę̶̣̫̮͈̥̯̱͉̖̥͗̑͆͊̾̈́͌̈́̿͐͊͂͋̅͐̕͜͜͠ ̸̜̜̻͆͐̎̏̆̀̕ÿ̸̛͇͓̊͊̈́̑̆̃̊͛͘̚͠͝͝͝͝ǫ̶̰̼̟̙̳̮̘̊́͛u̸̹̜̦̼͙͉̜͔̟̮̙̯͛̈́͋͂̒͋͐̇͆̏̈̋̚͝ ̴̭̞̫̭̔̈́̋̈́̾͛͒̾̿͛͒̍͌͐̈͛̃͝͠ī̶͖̰̼̥̭͉̤̘̲̣̥̬̪͇͓̋̊̓͜͠ ̴̨̨̬̺̗̙̮̻͔̭͕͐̄̍̏͆̊͋̈́̓͗͊̎͐̔͘͝͝h̶̞̽͛͊̈̽̑́́͐̊͋̈̄̿́͂̎͊͘ą̴̯̖͖͈͍͈̟̻̔͆͐͆͆̎͗̆́̈́̎̀́̋̀͛̐͜͝͝ţ̶̛̫͉͚̫̩̝͉̘̝͓̬̮̞͑̽̈́̈́͋͑̂̏͝ͅe̷̼̭̮̻̝̔̋̃͂̑͜͝ ̷̨̛̛͓̟̪̞̤̯̙͌̿̍̓̀́̑͆̀̿̓̾͠ẙ̵͔̪͖̳̹͇̰͔̖̜͔͕͙͛̀̑ǫ̷̹̲̼͓̤͖̦̥̝̭̲̳͇̟̪̱͖̙̊̏̂̀̂̀͋̉͂̀̉͋͊̐͐͘̚͘ũ̴̡̢̳͖̪̭͈̯̫̙̺͖̳͇̖̟̍́̂ ̸̡̘̞̭̣̦̜̬̳͎̠͕͇͉̰̭̳̿́̄̃͋̇į̷̨̖͓͚͔̻̼̮̱̇̍̓̽̓̔̕ ̵̢̧̨̹͎̤̣͖͈͑̎̿̐̃̏̔͛̕͜h̶̨̠̥̹͈̠̣͉̭̞̲̩̰̳͍͕̽͌̾̾͋͑͋͋́͗̾͂̃̾̏͝ͅa̵̡͓̳̎́̈́̿̎̔̀́̈́̽͊̕͜͠ͅț̵̨̨͓͔̹̼̺͉͓̣̟̦̗̣̣̥̄̈́̊̽̿̈́e̴̡̟̗̮̩̝̟̘̦̪̒̈͛̽͠ ̷̧̧̥͍̯̣̩̞̀̒̂̀̌́̀̔́̇̓͝ẏ̷̻̻̭̙̳̥͙̰̼͙͇̺̫̭̱̆̐̊̉̂͆ǫ̶̧̝̮̖̺̠̲̣̩̰̖̬̞͍͇͎͊͗͛̔̄̔̎͊͑̈́̕ȗ̴̢̗͕̺̰͎̺̬̫̼̣̺̯̹͚͈̈́̍̂́̓̈́͂̈́̐͛̈́̈̿̏͘̕͜͜ ̴̧̨̰̮̣͎͍͇͉̗͓͓͑͆̈̃̏̆̿̐̽̋͆̌͆̿͑̔̒̅͠ȉ̶̝̰͍̖͚̬̺̼̥͍̲͇̳͖͚͓̳̞͊̽͆́͝ ̵̺̤̖̣̬̬̲̜̍͐̿h̴̦̲̝͇̖̠̣͍̭̳̻̓̊̀̾̽̇̋̓̑͆̏͜ȧ̷̛͇͚̲̹̘̻̪̹̻̞̼̬̱͓̞t̴̨̢͔̞͖̲̠̭̺̙̗̯͎͐̂͑̊̀́̃͌͑͜é̴̢͙̲̻̟̟͇̍̀ ̷̧̦̞͕͚̱̫̫͓̦̎y̴̹̥̠͕͚̭̖̝̲̪͇̙̤̰͖̬̯̝̮̎͐̽̄ơ̴̤͈̬̜̙̎̀̓̏͌̈u̴͈͍͙͓̬͙̬̻̔ ̸͔̰͚̳̦̞̺̜͖͈͓͉̱̟̳̮̈́͑͜ͅi̶̹̩͇̥̥͆̉̽̈́̅

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zoey.

you were rather intimidated by her, but then again, who wouldn't be? her gaze was sharp, she was the type of beauty that could whip a knife at your neck with only a smirk and you'd be dead. you gulp, feeling the nervousness for nikki arise to a near tenfold, and you whisper many " good luck" to her each time she is to approach zoey.

but she isn't that bad, far from it. she seems to see nikki in just as a precious way as you do, and you are ever so grateful she can also see that herself. but neither does she coddle her or try to sugarcoat anything that is expected of her. you can at least appreciate that of zoey.

but you still cannot trust her. she is involved with the shady underbelly. her very work itself put nikki in hot water and in a life or death situation where she near gave into desire itself. that in itself painted a target on nikki's back and you had to deal with the aftereffects and panics of nikki thereafter. so you cannot help but warn her to keep her distance and to stay safe around the sharp-eyed zoey. this time, she agrees, maintaining a friendly smile while still remaining distant.

" she's pretty but-"

you pause, taking a glance at zoey who calmly sits, sipping away at a drink whose name you've forgotten. your nose scrunches up at the stench of alcohol - you've never really liked it. it burned your throat.

and it didn't have a good place in your memories.

" stay away from her."

zoey pauses, her eyes shifting until they land on nikki. a smile - it looks odd on someone as stoic and sharp as her - is spread on her deep-red lips. you shudder, almost feeling her gaze burn over you, but she goes back to sipping at the glistening glass, burning alcohol swishing inside.

you lean your head on nikki's shoulder and sigh. you want to go home already.

" i'd let her step on me thou-"

nikki chokes, coughing as her face heats up. zoey looks over, concern splashed across her features as the pinkette tries to deflect any worry from her. you snicker; teasing her is much too fun.

but you weren't lying about the whole thing.

mercury.

the man behind it all. the one who was the criminal mastermind. the one who had it all.

you hated him. you nearly hated him just as much as you did qin yi. you wished to pulverize him and grind up what was left of him and scatter it all over.

that way he'd never hurt nikki or anyone again.

" nikki...c'mon...let's go-" you shakily say, trying to reach her with your voice, anything. she doesn't budge, her amber eyes locked onto his. you whimper, wanting to leave as soon as possible.

she has a gun.

' shit shit shit shit shit shit '

you mentally panic, trying to find any way to get nikki to snap out of it before shit really hits the fan. you can feel your breath growing faster, fear and panic spreading through your body. but you try and grip yourself down, desperate to have the nikki you love by your side.

not this cold-hearted woman whose gaze turns your blood to ice.

mercury.

you turn your head to meet his gaze. he's still staring at nikki, eyes unblinking and face as solid as stone. you grit your teeth, eyes glaring as hard as they can. " you fucking son of a bitch," you hiss through clenched teeth. " i hope you fucking die," you swear you can feel a vein burst somewhere, but you're too full of exhausting and mixed emotions to even truly care.

when nikki collapses, you whirl around, rushing to her side and calling out her name. your gut horribly twists from panic. she looks scared, uncertain, and-

she looks ready to cry.

when the police invade the area with their presence, you lose nikki in their swarm. you can feel her, but you can't see her. you can only see a familiar shade of dirty blonde hair and-

the disgusting shade of silvery hair the stirs in the air. you damn near snarl, so close to mercury you're practically gagging. " if anything happens to her-"

he blinks, gaze shifting off to the side - where you stand.

" i'll fucking kill you."

you can see a disgusting smile spread across his thin lips. it was an attractive smile, but it made you sick and pissed.

you see the familiar smile of loen, and your mood almost instantaneously brightens. you sigh a breath of relief, happy to see the goober of a mercenary. you can at least tolerate his presence. he leads nikki out the engraved doors, into the city, and away from the prison-like building. you follow, before turning back to where mercury stands, still watching like a sick predator.

" this isn't over you bastard," you spit, before running after where loen and nikki stand.

he smiles.

"...what...?"

your lips tremble as you stare into their eyes, your body seizing up as panic ensues. they either don't notice or they simply find it amusing. you feel horrible all over, this can't be happening right? this is just a dream. yeah, it's a dream. they can't see you, it's impossibl-

" so did you mean it?"

" huh...?" your voice cracks - you feel so many emotions all at once.

" did you mean all those you said about me before?" they question, not loosening their grip on your arm one bit.

fuck.

now you remember what you said.

every. single. word.

and every. single. emotion.

" i-i...you.." you want to punch yourself for losing your composure and sounding like a weak child. but who could blame you? you'd had no one but nikki and momo to rely upon and converse with all this time. now suddenly they could see, touch and hear you.

nikki...where's nikki?

you glance around the corners out of your eyes, trying to find that familiar shade of pink through everything. you pray to whatever for nikki to come for you, to come and find the voice of her companion before this can escalate any further.

" she's not here," they simply say, nonchalantly like you had just asked them for the weather. you can feel your heart shrivel up and die. nononono, she should be here right now, you really need her for fuck's sake!

" you didn't answer my question y'know," they hum, gently smiling like they'd just received a compliment. they continue," i didn't know you thought of me in such a way," they chuckle," and who knew you had such a," they pause, eyes drifting up as they try to come up with their next words. "...colorful mouth. haha, who knew."

you tug at your arm, now at least having the sense to try and run away, but they only merely smile, pulling back as a silent warning - or threat, you can't tell anymore with them.

"...let go..." your murmur, looking down at your feet - anywhere other than them. they go silent, before answering. " now why would i do that? this is such an occasion," they let out a breath," and you said many wonderful things about me."

you feel like screaming.

they stand up straight, before gesturing behind them.

" let us discuss this over some food, shall we?"

you can feel your sanity break right there and then.

#lati speaks #°u° anon #this hurt to write holy crap #shining nikki

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masterhandss · 4 years ago

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HameFura Manga V6 Bonus SS (translated)

It says “Magical Girl Flag Breakers” and “Our Enemies: The Ruin Four”

Volume 6 Bonus SS - “Magical★Girl Flag Breakers”

Hello! So I snagged a raw copy of Manga Volume 6 on the internet because I was really excited for the bonus story ever since I got raws of Volume 5. For those who don’t know, typically a copy of the manga comes with an extra chapter with Katarina having a dream about different scenarios (V1 was Fortune Lover, V2 is a Highschool AU, V3 is a Fantasy RPG AU, V4 is a Genderbend AU and V5 is a Kindergarten AU), and alongside the chapter of the volume is a image preview of the next story in the next volume.

I couldn't wait to read this one-shot so with the power of google translate, I’ve decided to translate it myself! Please read this one, it’s a very fun one-shot, so much so that I want more of this story XDD (also because it took me half a day to translate this from pictures qwq)

Please do remember to read this one-shot once an official English Release of Manga Volume 6 comes out, and please forgive me for any mistake I made while translating this story to English.

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It was a sunny morning that day. I, Katarina Claes, an ordinary high school student, overslept that day and was late for school. While I was dashing to school with a fresh cucumber in my mouth from our fridge instead of my breakfast, was suddenly struck with something hard on the head. I was surprised! I rubbed my head and looked around, but I saw nothing.

I was about to start running again because I assumed that I just imagined, until I heard a voice. "Ouch, I'm sorry I bumped into you", the voice said as I looked up to follow it. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH~~~~" I screamed instinctively as I looked at what looks like a small little doll.

There was a small boy with wings. The boy covered his ears and frowned at my loud outcry. "Oh, I'm sorry" I apologized, also instinctively, but this is turning out to be a really weird situation. What even is this small little boy? It's a really well-made toy or something like that. "I'm not a toy", eh did I say that out loud?

I was surprised to hear a reply, so I asked "Are you a dwarf then?"

"No, I'm a spirit" he said with a matter-of-fact tone. 'Oh, so he's a spirit~' is what I would have said........

"Wait, what do you mean a spirit?" I wasn't convinced at all. What do you mean it's a spirit? The little spirit boy begins to explain to me, who was still surprised and flustered, while pointing with his tiny finger.

Well, it turned out to be quite the serious discussion. While a story about an evil organization, the most worrisome part to me was, "So, if the 'planet' dies, what will happen?" I could predict what his answer would be, but it still scared me to hear what the answer was. "If the planet dies, all living creatures here will die" The little spirit replied with an expected answer. When he said that all living creatures will die, does that mean everyone?!

"We will fight and defeat the evil organization with the power we receive from the planet," the spirit declared so bravely. He may look cute like a doll, but he was very cool. I instinctively made a guts pose, "In behalf of everyone, I thank you. Good luck on your fight". "Thank you, but the one who will be fighting is not me--. The spirit boy was interrupted by a loud explosion nearby, where I heard a loud scream saying "Ah! It's a monster!".

When I ran over there to check it out, for some reason, there was something big rampaging in a park just further away. Wait, what? There was a giant bear that appeared out of nowhere?! Around these parts, there could be monkeys showing up, but not bears.

Next to me, the spirit boy was visibly upset. "Oh no, They've already started to appear. I haven't even formed a contract with anyone yet" the spirit boy whispered. What does he mean by a contract? No, its not the time for such questions when something serious is happening in front of us.

"Um, Spirit boy, lets run away, the situation over there looks dangerous". I called out to him, but the spirit boy didn't answer with his eyes growing bigger. "And you, can you help me with my work?" He said as if there wasn't anything happening in front of us. What does he mean help with his work? What is he saying in such a dangerous time like this.

"The Evil Organization".

"?!"

"What happening right now, it's involving the things I've told you about. I need your help, please". "Wait, even if you say it so suddenly like this...." I'm already really late for school, and at this point getting in would be really difficult. I'm in deep trouble. "Please, I can only ask you." I was being stared with such a desperate face and moist eyes, making it really hard to refuse. Aside from that, the noise in the park is getting louder, and I feel like it's really dangerous to stay here.

For now, its best to run away for the time being and listen to him when we get to somewhere safer. I thought and said, "I understand. I'll help you, so lets run away from here first." My words did not even finish until the end. Before I finished, the spirit boy grinned and said, "Okay, then lets form the contract."

The moment I saw his grinning smile, I knew something was weird, but before I could say anything, the spirit boy pulled something that looked like a stick with a flag and asked, "What is your name?" "Katarina Claes". For some reason, my mouth started to move on my own and said my name. Eh, what's going on?

"Then, Katarina Claes, I will appoint you as a magical girl who will help protect this planet". When I shook the flag that the spirit boy had, my body was wrapped in light, and my school uniform changed into a cute and frilly costume.

"What's this?!" "It's a magical girl costume. Now you have the power to do more than what a hundred normal persons can do".

"Wearing this frilly outfit can make me do that?!" "Yes, that costume has that kind of power. With this, you can defeat the enemy as a magical girl". "Wait, what's a magical girl? and by enemy you mean--" "Ah, it's already here"

As soon as the spirit boy interrupted my words with his own, a giant pink bear doll came out from the entrance of the park.

"What's that?" "That's our enemy. Now, let's defeat it with the power of a magical girl." "Even if you tell me to defeat it--?!"

What should I do? The bear started to launch itself towards us while I was trying to figure out what to do. While it is a stuffed toy bear, it was very big so it's power was quite impressive.

It’ll be bad if I get hit, so I jumped really high unexpectedly in order to avoid it. Wow, the bear looked really surprised by my movements, which are a hundred times faster and stronger than a normal person, and it made the bear look like fool as he gave his all into that attack. What a terrifying bear. That bear tried to attack with a punch again. The bear is very quick for its size. Thanks to this outfit, I can easily avoid his punches, but this can’t keep going on like this.

“Hey spirit, how I can I defeat this bear?”. While trying to avoid the bear’s attacks, I asked the spirit who was watching me jump above. “Oh, that’s right. Point the bracelet at the bear and say ‘Flag Break’. If you do that, you can defeat it”. He seems to have forgotten to tell me this earlier.

I wondered if that was enough, but I did as I was told, pointing my bracelet at the bear and shouted “Flag Break”, and a ray of light appeared from the bracelet. When the light hits and wraps the bear in its entirety, it disappeared after the light.

I coughed while staring at the spot where the bear disappeared, and the spirit who was now next to me said, “Thank you, Katarina. Thank you for your continued support. My name is Raphael”, he said as I held his outreached hand.

This how I, Katarina Claes, became a magical girl who fights against evil organizations.

And, through this event, I learned that I should not accept unclear requests so easily. I became a magical girl by being convinced in a shocked state by Raphael, and in the months since I became a magical girl, my number of friends seemed to have increased. After several months, I realized that there are more magical girls in my school, such as Maria who was part of the student council and the school’s cooking club, Mary from the gardening club, and Sophia from the literature club. Strangely, all of them are smart and beautiful students. Not only that, they were all scouted by a female spirit named Anne as magical girls. I was only scouted in the heat of the moment, but everyone else are so good at their job, and eventually we all began to get along as friends. Until then, I usually go to school late because I always get lost, but now we all go to school together every day.

“Yes, I tried to turn the flowers in the gardening club as a bookmark, Katarina. If you’d like, please use it”. “Wow. it’s so cute, thank you. Mary has good taste” “Katarina, I’ve brought a book I want to recommend” “You did? I’m looking forward to it. Thank you, Sophia” “Katarina, I brought some sweets I made in the cooking club, please eat some if you’d like” “Oh! Thank you Maria. I love your sweets so much because they are just so delicious”

Just like that, we continue to have fun chatting to each other, when suddenly there was a figure ahead of us. “Hello, Katarina and co.”

A beautiful young man with blonde hair and blue eyes appeared before me. “Wow, you’re here again Geordo” I frowned, but Geordo returned it with a smile. “Today, I will defeat you and make you mine”, that’s when he suddenly changed into a black cloak with a mask; the uniform of the evil organization.

Yes, this handsome young man is named Geordo, he might look like a prince, but he is actually one of the Four Kings of Ruin, part of the enemy organization that we, magical girls, need to defeat. I met Geordo after I had become a magical girl, during my third battle. It was Geordo who summoned enemies like the giant stuffed toy bear and released it onto the city. Since then, I had fought him multiple times as enemies, where he continuously says things like “You’ve piqued my interest. Would you become mine?” whenever he approaches me. Is this a new form of attack? When I reply to him with an attack, he would reply with “One day, I will beat you and make you mine”.

I don’t know if this is a new kind of attack, but Geordo would typically show up every three days, and now that its the third day, it probably means I need to transform into a magical girl again.

“I hate you” “Yeah, please stop disturbing our good time” “Please pack it up”

Mary, Sophia and Maria all said, as they transformed into magical girls too. “You girls are interrupting the moment between me and Katarina. You girls are in my way” Geordo said, as he raised his hand to the sky. Then, a black circle appeared, with people falling out from it.

“Ouch! Geordo, do you know how many time you’ve been calling out to us recently? I was gonna take a nap”, that was Geordo’s twin brother who scratched his head, the snobby Alan who is also part of the Four Kings. “That’s right, I was on a date with a girl” said Keith, the playboy from the Four Kings of Ruin, who frowned and brushed his bangs. The last one was expressionless, but was looking at the pasta who had fallen onto the ground with a sad face. He is Nicol, the final member of the four who has a magical and mysterious charm to him.

“Everyone, don’t be so lazy. Let’s work together and defeat the magical girls once and for all” Geordo said to them, and they all turned to me in a daze. There’s something he didn’t know about his allies when he called them out.

“Yo, it’s been a long time, Katarina. You’re still playing magical girl?” Alan said. Perhaps he was embarrassed that he had just declared that he would take a nap, because his face was flushed red. I met him during one of my battles.

“Katarina Claes, you’re always so free. It’s so lonely to think that you don’t have anyone to date yet,” Keith said. Perhaps he was shy or was embarrassed by the girl he was just on a date with, because his face was also quite red. I also met him during one of my battles so I’m acquainted with him.

Maybe he was called from a place where he was eating his pasta, and now it had fallen to the ground and splattered, because Nicol had a very sad expression. ”................” “Would you like some of these sweets so compensate for your food?” I offered to him. He gave me such a happy and devilish smile, saying “thank you” as he reached out for one of the sweets. I staggered a bit at the sight. I also met Nicol during one of my battles.

“What are you guys talking about so happily with my Katarina? I called you guys here to deal with the other three magical girls who are trying to get in between us” Geordo said. “What are you taking about? You’re the ones who are in the way of our good time,” Mary lifted her eyebrows and snapped at Geordo, who simply replied to her accusation with a dark smile. “That’s my line. You high school girls who just talk about crap without any meaning”.

“That’s rude, it’s not meaningless” Sophia said angrily. Well this is the kind of thing that Geordo definitely won’t understand. He doesn’t seem to have a prejudice against high school girls... wait a minute, shouldn’t we be fighting? Geordo, Mary and Sophia are quarrelling, Alan and Keith are summoned but have flushed cheeks and are looking away, Maria is sharing handmade sweets to Nicol who lost his pasta.

Recently, every time we confront the Four Kings of Ruin, we more frequently fight like this, without throwing any hands. I even started to wonder if I was still a magical girl, so I tried to look around for our two spirits, before I was interrupted by Maria who offered sweets to me. It was so good that I lost all my will for battle.

“Lady Katarina, Lady Katarina, please get up. It’s time for you to go to school”

What happened to the battle? “Battle? Katarina, you’re sleeping. We need to get you ready for school”, Anne said, bringing out my clothes. “Oh I had a very strange dream. I was transformed into a magical girl. Not only that, the enemies were Geordo and the others. What a strange dream”.

“What’s a magical girl?” Anne gave me a suspicious look while the adjusting my clock. “Ah, um, a magical girl fights against an evil organization--”

“Katarina, I’m grateful for your explanations but we don’t time for that right now, so I’ll ask about it later after we finish your preparations”. Ann told me, and when I looked at the clock, I knew that it was almost time for class and that I was about to be late. I hurriedly cooperated with Anne and started preparing myself for school. My usual day begins as from that point.

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That’s it! It’s a very cute one-shot, and I hope after I post this, maybe it inspires people to write stories based on this au qwq. Volume 7′s oneshot is “Detective?! Katarina’s Office” (Tantei?! Katarina Jimusho) so if thats interesting then i’ll translate that too.

Some unnecessary notes from me if you’re interested in reading:

Since Katarina is the hero and Miri is the leader of the evil organization, I guess if this really was a story then the plot twist is that Katarina is her daughter. I can imagine maybe this story takes place in her old world with her old family (mom, dad, grandma, two brothers) but the difference here is that Katarina is adopted or something like that.

It’s interesting that Raphael is Katarina’s fairy partner instead of Ann. It works since both Kat and Raph use Dark Magic in canon lol haha also because it shows how competent Ann is haha

It’s also cool to see the playboy version of Keith liking Katarina.

Sophia and Nicol don’t seem to be related at all in this version of the story, which I’m cool with. They could also have a Hawkmoth-Chat Noir situation where they aren’t aware of each other’s secret identities (though I doubt it myself since they all transformed in front of the boys, but hey i’m just throwing it out there).

Omg rip Nicol’s pasta. Press f to pay respects

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mc-lukanette · 4 years ago

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- Luka sees the bees coming and warns Marinette. Marinette pushes him, demanding that he get on his bike and go. Luka hesitates because she's basically asking him to leave her, but Marinette asks, "Do you trust me?" which Luka does and bikes away while she runs in the opposite direction.

- Meanwhile, Adrien and Kagami's kiss goes through. They both see the bees and, similar to Luka and Marinette, head off in different directions.

- Both Aqua Ladybug and Aqua Chat Noir re-find Luka and Kagami, then bring them into the water/have them jump in and give them the breathing apparatuses.

- They go to the battle taking place with Miracle Queen. The only difference in the Miracle Queen scene is that Luka and Kagami aren't there and Nino also looked up at Master Fu when he was told to get his miraculous, making his identity as Carapace obvious (that was always weird to me in the episode how Nino didn’t really do that).

- Ladybug still feels like this is all her fault. Luka and Kagami can't offer verbal help, but Chat helps and Luka+Kagami place reassuring hands on each of her shoulders.

- Ladybug devises a strategy. She pulls out the dragon, asking Kagami to help one more time because she has an idea.

- Cut to Miracle Queen. Out of nowhere, they hear, "WIND DRAGON!" and the bees are thrown a massive distance away. Miracle Queen clutches the Miracle Box for protection and we see the snake disappear from its slot. When everyone starts looking around, Miracle Queen notices that Max isn't Pegase anymore.

- Hawk Moth is shocked, then hears a sound coming from inside Fu's Shell-ter. Aqua Horse-Chat pokes his head through with a Cheshire grin. "Don't mind me. I'm just here to pick up my grandfather." Fu grabs Chat's hand and Chat pulls him inside.

- With everyone still in the water (Fu holding his breath), Ladybug gives Fu a hug and explains that they'll need Shell-ter since Ryu Kenshi (the new Ryuko, decked out in a new outfit to protect her identity: "kenshi" is the word for a practicer of kendo but it can also mean "swordsman"/”swordswoman”) can't use Wind Dragon again. However, Fu slips off the turtle bracelet and hands it over to Ladybug, metaphorically symbolizing the future transfer of guardianship.

- Everyone leaps out of the water, Chat carrying Fu. The aqua transformations drop. Luka transforms into Viperion. Ladybug feeds Wayzz with a macaron and has him unify with Tikki.

- They land on the battlefield. The bees charge forward and the butterfly sentimonster gets into the fray (due to no longer having Fu's shield to break into). Turtle Bug (that's apparently the naming theme so why should I bother? :P) smirks at Hawk Moth, then uses a combination of Shell-ter and ladybug to make a large pink shield that seems to have the spinning effect that the yoyo shield does, making it hard to peer inside.

- Hawk Moth shouts to get the guardian, Miracle Queen chiming in with, "YEAH, WHAT HE SAID."

- Fight ensues. It's Rena Rouge, Roi Singe, and the butterfly sentimonster (technically Nino and Max too but--well--you can imagine how useful that is) against Turtle Bug, Chat Noir, Viperion, and Ryu Kenshi. Fu is a distraction of sorts since the mind-controlled heroes want to get the guardian.

- It’s also the most even team Chat Noir will ever be on since he knows both Kagami and Luka’s hero identities, which is a nice bonus for him.

- Similar scenario happens to before (the set-up using Roi Singe), but there's more tension because one single part of the shield can't be opened like in the original. The shield is dropped, the bees charge forward, but Chat gets Roi Singe to throw the power-disruptor at Miracle Queen (who's been comically circling the shield this whole time, trying to figure out what's going on). The bees explode into confetti, Turtle Bug pulls Miracle Queen in, and Chat Cataclysms her object.

- (note that Miracle Queen could also have been participating in the fight provided that she can't summon her bee minions)

- Since she's already used Shell-ter and doesn't need it anymore, Turtle Bug dismisses Wayzz. Same happens as in the episode where Ladybug tries to convince Queen Bee not to be on Hawk Moth's side and Queen Bee, in response, starts throwing on miraculouses. Fu shouts at her not to do that, but she's not listening. The butterfly sentimonster (worn down from the fight but still able to move) tries to attack again, but Ladybug ties it up with her yoyo.

- Hawk Moth is confident with Queen Bee throwing on the miraculouses, but same thing happens where the kwami won't transform Chloe since she doesn't know their names. Fu makes a speech about how you can't get a miraculous you feel entitled to. Hawk Moth comments on how he's still going to win and force Fu to tell him the heroes' identities.

- Ladybug smiles, pointing up at him. "Really? Because Ryu Kenshi looks ready to fight you up there."

- Hawk Moth and Mayura turn around to see Ryu Kenshi (yeah, really should’ve thought about the whole “being on an unprotected roof when the superheroes can jump” thing), who's grinning at them. They pale and Ryu Kenshi uses Lightning Dragon to zap them, knocking them off the rooftop. The butterfly sentimonster reacts and frees itself from Ladybug's yoyo, catching the two and immediately flying off. Ryu Kenshi, angered by the retreat, starts to shout for Wind Dragon before remembering that she's already used it. She and Chat go off to see if they can catch the villains.

- Queen Bee tries to escape with the Miracle Box. Ladybug gets her with her yoyo and Queen Bee falls over, dropping the box. Master Fu walks over and picks it up gently, giving Queen Bee a critical look as Queen Bee rants about how the miraculouses are rightfully hers.

- "I'M Queen Bee, I'M the rightful owner of that box, and I--" Suddenly, the de-transformation light washes over her. She turns around, seeing Viperion holding the bee miraculous with a Did you seriously forget I was here? expression.

- Chloe is enraged, flipping out as she removes all the miraculouses and tosses them to the ground since she's surrounded now. Viperion and Fu are in the process of picking them up (absolutely ignoring her like this is just a typical Monday) while Chloe rants to Ladybug about how she betrayed her.

- Chloe leaves in a huff. Ryu Kenshi and Chat Noir return, disappointed that they couldn't catch Hawk Moth or Mayura. Ladybug uses Lucky Charm to prepare to use Miraculous Ladybug, summoning the key ring that she does in the original. Fu recognizes it and admits that, even though she may have made a mistake, she couldn’t have predicted Hawk Moth following her and he would've seen her identity had she gone to de-transform. He adds that this is also partly on him as well; he took far too long to start training "his protege" (being vague about who that is because the other heroes are here) and he clung to the Miracle Box because of it. Though, he adds solemnly that Hawk Moth has the tablet with the translated grimoire. Ladybug gasps, but Fu assures her that he still has his phone (the thing he used to take pictures of the grimoire pages in "The Collector"), and he can easily translate the pages over again since he's already done it once.

- Ladybug uses Miraculous Ladybug and everyone parts after Viperion and Ryu Kenshi give back the miraculouses. Fu stops Ladybug from leaving and simply states that it's time he pass on the guardianship to her. He hesitantly goes to recite the phrase, but Ladybug stops him and reminds him that he already changed the "dumb guardian rules" in order to teach her, so why can't they do that here? They then smile at each other and Fu hands over the box, promising to send Ladybug the translated grimoire over text.

- Fu still goes off with Marianne, the two promising to go back into hiding together just in case Hawk Moth thinks to go after them. Marinette is a little sad to see them go, but Fu assures her that she can call him if she needs anything. He also gives her the non-Lucky Charm version of the key, assuring her that everything she needs (like the thing he used to hide the Miracle Box in, though Marinette would repurpose/repaint it to fit her room and look stylish) is in the locker that the key fits into.

- Same scene with the ice cream happens, but while Luka still plays his song, Marinette is considering the stuff Fu wrote in the letter in the locker (it's still all philosophical and stuff even though no memory wipe ended up being needed) and Fu had noted that the burden Marinette carries is heavier than ever now and she shouldn't be afraid to rely on others should she need it (you know, like he should’ve).

- Finally, Marinette looks over to Luka and says, "Luka, do you remember what you said to me when you were--" She blushes lightly at the memory of them hugging. "--you know?" He nods, and she pauses before adding, "I do actually have something to tell you."

- The next scene is Marinette taking Luka into her room and revealing the location of the new Miracle Box, signifying that Luka is essentially Marinette's confidant now.

- Cut to Gabriel with the fixed peacock miraculous for tension and the episode ends.

#type: ideas #Flower Arrangement Shipping #episode: Miracle Queen #Pro LukaMari #Lukanette

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mrsgiovanna · 4 years ago

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Redemption (Don Giorno x Fem! reader)

For all intents and purposes this was meant to be sad and angsty, but my basic bish ass couldn't, so here we are ❤️💭🥺

I listened to this song while thinking this scenario up, it somehow just added gravity to my thoughts.

Word count: 2865

“Finally” you mused to yourself as you peeked outside from your apartment window. The sun was out in all its golden splendor after days and days of dreary, rainy grey skies. You could appreciate chilly, stormy weather but even you had a limit, and it was awfully cold and lonely when all you had hold on to was a spare pillow. No. No more wallowing, the sun was out and you’d be late for work if you didn’t get on the go. So you put on your prettiest little sundress and walked to your office, a day like this couldn’t be wasted.

Smiling into the sky, absorbing all the sunshine you could, you made a mental to-do list for your day. Life was slowly starting to look up for you, you landed a new job that you loved, you finally went back to studying towards your passion, and you finally started feeling like yourself again. The sparkle had returned to your eyes, and that gentle smile had found your face again. To everyone around you, you were positively radiant. Little did you know, that your glow was also being observed by someone you locked away carefully in the dark recesses of your past…

Giorno wasn’t intentionally watching you, he just happened to be sitting at the Café you both usually went to on your way back from your morning run. You always fussed that you wouldn’t lose any weight if you immediately ate the calories you exercised away, to which he always responded that you were perfect, earning a shy smile from you. A winsome expression occupied his handsome face as he recalled the memories of you… he had to remind himself that they were just memories though, and that chapter of his life had ended, rather softly, just over a year ago. However, the ripples of that awful conversation still remained with him, disturbing the still waters of his heart.

He looked at you until you disappeared around the corner, contemplating if it would be wise to go after you, ultimately deciding against it. If fate would afford him another opportunity to see you, then he would act on that, knowing full well that you were well within your rights to never want to see him again… but so much has changed since then, if you could just give him another chance, he would prove that he’s become the man you deserve.

“Giogio, sorry I’m late, oh I thought Mista would be here already… why are we here anyway?” asked Fugo as he rushed in in a huff.

“Oh good morning, Fugo, Mista is otherwise engaged, he won’t be joining us. There’s no particular reason, its just a beautiful day, I thought a change of scenery would be nice, the coffee is delicious here as well,”

“And you just might run into her again…” interrupted Fugo, “it’s been, what? A year now? Don’t you feel it’s time to move on? I’m sure she’s moved on by now as well,”

“She hasn’t, I know she hasn’t just yet I’m sure of it. Look, I’ve tried, it’s not going to be fair to anyone involved if I just go off with a random person again, I’ll always be looking for her, it’s not fair to them or myself,” replied Giorno, his tone being slightly harsher than he intended.

Fugo grimaced at the bite in Giorno’s voice, “I’m just looking out for you,”

“I know, I’m sorry, I saw her this morning, she looked well. I’ve decided I’m not going to pursue anyone else now, I want her back, so that’s what I’m going to do. Anyway, I just wanted to touch bases since I haven’t seen anyone since flying back. Everything is still under control I presume?” asked Giorno, wanting to change the subject.

“Just think about this carefully Giorno, it’s your decision at the end of day. Well, everything is fine here, everyone is behaving as they should. Your hard work over the years is paying off now,”

“Good, if we can maintain this, then it would have all been worth it, we’ve sacrificed so much to get this far,” there was an edge to Giorno’s voice, a sliver of the resolve he displayed years ago when he was still a soldato, peeking through. There was very little, if anything at all, that Giorno couldn’t get if he set his mind to it.

Your work day was going well, you were busy from the time you set foot in the office, so you were thankful to step out of the office for an hour when your lunch break rolled around. Deciding you weren’t really hungry, you just ordered your favorite mocha frappe and decided to use the time to catch up on your reading for class.

It was still sunny and warm outside, so you decided to sit at a park bench and take advantage of the lovely atmosphere. You took in your surroundings for a few minutes before whipping out your tablet and finding the journal articles you wanted to go over.

Giorno had just ended off his last appointment and was being driven home when he saw you sitting on the bench, quietly drinking your frappe, absorbed by whatever it was you were reading. Asking the driver to pull over, he took a few moments to gaze at you, you were just so beautiful, even more so now. It was his moment, taking a deep breath and smoothing out the invisible wrinkles in his clothes, he made his way towards you, summoning up his confidence with each step he took.

“Is this seat taken?”

“No, would you….” You had to look twice to make sure that your eyes weren’t playing tricks on you.

“Are you well, cara? It’s been so long,” Giorno cringed at his choice of words but there was no going back now.

“Giorno… hi… wait, what are you doing here?” There was so much more you wanted to ask him, but those were the only words you managed to string together.

“I was on my way home when I saw you here, I just wanted to say hello. It’s been an eternity since I’ve seen you. It’s entirely up to you if you want to talk, or if you want me to leave now, I can, I just couldn’t ignore you after seeing you,” Giorno explained, thinking about how awkward he sounded. He played this moment out in his mind a thousand times, never once imagining that he would come off sounding so inept.

The nervous giggle you spoke through as you answered him further eroded away at his makeshift confidence. Who was he trying to fool, he thought to himself. He still adored you, clearly you still held all the power in this situation, but you were too virtuous to realise it.

That was one of your best traits, but also your worst, you were an idealist, often becoming disenchanted when things didn’t work out the way you planned. Giorno on the other hand was a realist, yes, he had many dreams, but he held no illusions about how to reach them or the sacrifices that would ultimately need to be made. This difference in world views resulted in many an argument, until finally you decided that you couldn’t keep fighting with this man, who only seemed to drift further and further away from you despite how much you loved him. To him you came off as arrogant and ungrateful, unwilling to see how certain decisions, however impossible, had to be made and it filled him with misery to do so, and to you, he came off as cold and unforgiving, willing to cast away precious bits of his humanity, and for what? He never explained anything to you.

Feeling uncomfortable with the silence after you spoke, Giorno tried to keep the conversation going.

“Your hair, you’ve let it grow out, it’s beautiful…” he said gazing dreamily at you.

“Oh, yeah, it’s due mostly to laziness, but it worked, so I just went with it, but thank you, you look very good too, life’s been treating you well,” you said with a bright smile. In your heart of hearts you knew a part of you would always love Giorno and would want him to be happy, even if it wasn’t with you. You were trying not to stare at him too much, but it was incredibly difficult not to, with his long golden curls and chiseled, handsome face that smiled so softly, you really couldn’t look away for very long.

“I’d really like to continue this catch up, I can tell you have somewhere else to be though… would you like to meet me for dinner tonight? Nothing fancy, just a couple of friends catching up,” he asked earnestly, his eyes searching your face for any hint of what might be going on in your mind.

Your heart fluttered against your will, you wanted to decline his offer but against your better judgment you agreed. It was just one dinner, a catchup between friends, could you even call each other that though? No matter, numbers had been exchanged and you had to dash back to your office to carry on with your work. No sooner had you sat down at your desk, did Giorno text you the time and place to meet him.

The rest of your day flew by, although you wished it would have dragged, and before you knew it, it was time for you to go home and freshen up before meeting Giorno. Staring at your reflection in what must have been your fourth outfit change, you scolded yourself for over thinking everything. You hurriedly retouched your hair and makeup and left for the restaurant, knowing you were running a bit late. Walking up the stairs to reach the entrance brought back a rush of memories with each step you took. Recollections of fun dates, precious friends and balmy nights like this bombarded your senses, almost as if you were transported to that very time. You walked in and saw the place empty, except for a table near the balcony. Some things never changed you mused… although you couldn’t blame this on Giorno’s tendency to go over the top this time, booking out entire establishments was less about asserting his clout or showing off, but more about protecting himself from potential threats.

The clicking of your heels on the expensive tiles caught Giorno’s attention, and his senses feasted on the way you were illuminated by the muted lighting, the soft lilt of your voice as you greeted him with a smile and the pretty floral scent you wore- his favorite scent on you.

Giorno stood up to greet you, pulling out your chair for you with all the grace of a nobleman. You noticed he was a lot more relaxed, even abandoning his open chested suits for more casual attire, and wearing his hair completely unbound. He politely waited for you to adjust yourself in your seat before taking his own again. His manners were always impeccable, you thought, even when he fought with you, he was never disrespectful, choosing rather to rely on other means to get his point across.

“Thanks once again for joining me cara, I appreciate you sacrificing your time for me, I hope you don’t mind, I’ve already picked out the wine and appetizers for us. Forgive me but I’m starving,”

“It’s okay, I should be the one to apologize, I arrived late, I’m sorry,” you offer with a sheepish smile.

“It’s alright Bella, it’s a small price to pay for such lovely company,”

Giorno’s words caught you off guard, roping you in with the silken threads of his voice.

“Giorno, what’s going on? Out of nowhere we find ourselves here, in this romantic setting, behaving like a couple. Earlier on you said we’re meeting as friends, although I doubt you dole out such complements to Fugo and Mista,”

“I could, you don’t know that…”

You burst out laughing, perhaps a bit too loudly, at his remark, which earned a soft chuckle from him as well.

“I’m sorry, I guess the mafia has really changed you.”

“Well maybe, but also not that much. In quiet, private moments like these, I’ll always be Gio, your Gio. Well I’m lying there, I guess when I’m with you, I’m just Haruno. You’re the only one who knows me, the real me… I miss this, I miss us,” mumbled Giorno as he spoke in the middle of a kiss to the inside of your wrist.

Something about how sad his voice sounded combined with that chaste kiss, picked open a wound you didn’t even know you had, sending to the surface everything you buried deep within your soul, for fear of hurting this man whom you loved so deeply.

“You have no right to look that way, to so unashamedly say these things without thinking about what those words and actions do to me. For years all I’ve ever been doing is running after you, staring at your back, wondering if you’ll ever turn around and truly see me for who I am. When we were in school you just disappeared one day and returned as… this mafia boss. Still, I accepted everything and wanted to build your dream alongside you but again, you never allowed me to stand beside you, and I overlooked that, and so many other things to try and make you happy. And now, after a year, you waltz back into my life as if you were just on vacation. Don’t think I don’t know about the numerous escapades you’ve had, I’m not upset though, you’re a free man, and I’m the one who ended things after all… its just… I don’t even know what I’m doing here, this was a mistake, please excuse me” You stood up to leave when Giorno blocked your way, gripping your wrist tightly enough to restrain you, but not enough to hurt you.

“Please… I’d like for us to talk, there’s so much I need to say. I know I’m being selfish, but please, humor me one last time. If by the end of this evening you want me to leave and never cross your path again, I’ll abide by those wishes” implored Giorno.

Reluctantly, you retake your seat, noticing that even the staff had become invisible.

You looked at the man sitting opposite you , encouraging him to speak.

“Cara, I… I’ve done some questionable things. Many of which I’m not proud of at all. I’ve hurt people, I’ve tried to manipulate you into coming back to me, all of which backfired ending up in me hurting myself and the people around me. But you just kept thriving, I couldn’t stand it. I still can’t stand it. The ugly truth is that you don’t need me, but I need you… you’re my one constant. Make no mistake, amore, you don’t have to do anything to make me happy, you just do, and for that reason I didn’t want to involve you in anything that posed a danger to you. I know it’s not ideal , but I don’t know how else to be,”

Silence cloaked the room after Giorno spoke, you searched his face for the slightest hint that he could be lying, but found none. Unable to hold your gaze any longer, he looked away dejectedly. It’s been years since you’ve seen him expose so much of himself, and it hurt you to know he was still silently fighting his personal battles.

“Thank you Gio, that couldn’t have been easy to say, so I appreciate your candor. You know a large part of me will always love you,”

“but” he interjected, sadness dripping from his voice.

“but getting over you was the most difficult thing I’ve ever had to do. I can’t do that again,”

Taking a lock of your hair in his hand, enjoying the intimacy of the act, he replies “what if you didn’t have to do that again? I’m determined to make this work. If you give us another chance, I’ll do things differently. You’ll come to realize that I’ve changed,”

You were scared of going down that path again, but, there was something different in his demeanor this time, something you felt you could trust, so you went with your gut instinct and wordlessly decided you’d give this one last chance, gently grasping the hand that Giorno held your hair with.

“We’ll take things slow bella, from the beginning, I want you to get to know me as I am right now,”

“I’d like that Gio,” you say with a kind smile.

The rest of the long evening was spent wining and dining and engaging in silly conversations about a multitude of things. When it came time for you both to go home, Giorno insisted on taking you home and making sure you were safely inside your apartment before heading home himself. You were hopeful for what the future might hold. That night you fell asleep with a smile after reading the sweet goodnight message from Giorno, thinking that finally the sun came out to shine on you again.

#giorno giovanna #giorno #giorno giovanna x reader #don giorno #don giovanna #giogio #jjba giorno giovanna #jjba #vento aureo #jjba x reader #giorno x reader #post breakup #Spotify

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childishfluff · 4 years ago

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(im gonna be sending a few seperate asks since theyre seperate thoughts/ideas, sorry for any sort of inbox spam!!) ur pet regressor tommy fic led me into a whole wormhole of many different ideas.. esp abt who else is a pet regressor!!

- wilbur (cat regressor!! also very relaxed, he *will* just sleep on phil or techno's lap for hours on end. mostly nonverbal, but will meow every now nd again. mostly communicates through actions. he can purr. doesn't drop often, but when he does, it's due to extreme stress- meaning he can be pretty sensitive while he's in catspace.)

- tubbo (puppy regressor, but definitely more of a relaxed dog aside from the amnt he communicates, especially through barking, whimpering, and soft "awooo!!"'s. loves snuggles. sometimes, he's scared to come of as annoying, so he's hesitant to slip into pupspace, normally needing someone to help him along and tell him that it's ok for him to be a puppy, nd that he's a very very good boy.)

- karl (kitten regressor!!!! he's either really sleepy or really playful/energetic, and he has no in between on that. he meows.. so much.. all he kno is meow meow!! *very* sensitive while dropped, and as such, he needs a lot of validation and love. will get extremely upset with himself if he notices that anyone is even *slightly* mad/irritated by him.)

- nick (sapnap) (PUPPY REGRESSOR 100000%!!! he's very very loud and extremely playful!!! he can be entertained for *hours* w literally anything, especially toys like chew bones. doesn't really drop too often, but when he does, he drops very very far. something that can trigger his drops is when people compare his traits/actions to those of a dog because he just goes yes!! yes me!!!! dog!!! me!!!! also he loves karl *so* much because karl absolutely spoils him rotten when he's in pupspace.)

- ranboo (kitty regressor!! similar to karl, he can be really sensitive while he's dropped. entirely nonverbal, opting for actions instead. he's a mix of both playful and sleepy. when he sleeps, he curls his entire body up into a circle nd kneads at whatever he's sleeping on until he falls asleep.)

- dream (cat regressor!! sleeps a lot when he's dropped, hes just vv tired. mimics patches, and loves to follow her around/act like she does. even bases his catgear around patches, with tabby-colored cat ears and an outfit based off of similar colors. drops very easily, mostly voluntarily.)

those r the ones i can think of now.. id love to know ypur opinions/interpretations of them!! -🌻

OKAY I’M GONNA GO THROUGH THESE ONE BY ONE, AND SHARE MY THOUGHTS+OTHER POSSIBLE HCS/FIC SCENARIOS, SO LONG POST WARNING Y’ALL

1. Cat Regressor! Wilbur

yes yes yes, I wouldn’t of thought of it myself but the idea is absolutely adorable! I’d totally write that, with like handler/cg!niki in addition to those you listed. And the idea of him using it for stress and therefore being sensitive in catspace? like, that’s amazing.

I could imagine a fic where someone pushes him to regress for fun for once, but he feels like it’s stupid to purposely act like a cat when he doesn’t need it? They don’t pressure him, or anything, but he ends up slipping because he feels safe. and he realizes not only does it help with stress, but it just makes him more happy!

also imagine him slipping around tommy for whatever reason, and just wanting to sleep while Tommy’s trying to do something fun. So he’s dragging around a sleepy kitten and waking him up every two seconds, and it’s really soft and adorable and ends up with Wilbur sleeping somewhat on Tommy so that he can’t get up and he’s like ‘you’re so lucky I love you, dude.’ awww I need to write a fic- no promises but y’know

2.Puppy Regressor!Tubbo

someone actually requested a puppy regressors!tubbo and tommy fic that I’m having trouble writing, like it sounds cute but it’s kinda hard bc I’ve never written puppyspace before. I actually decided to start over but I’ma keep trying on that.

anyways, imagine like, Ranboo or Tommy helping him slip over a discord call! Needing help to regress is something that I understand (I age regress, but I haven’t in a while due to this issue), so I could probably write Tubbo in that position well. Needing to be coaxed and told that it’s okay to be a cute lil puppy, like that’s adorable!

3. Kitten Regressor!Karl

tbh I tried to write kitten!karl but I was half asleep and gave up, I need to get back to that hjsiksja. Like I specialize in writing sensitive regressors w/anxiety over someone being mad at them, so I could definitely pull this off.

and the idea of him being a talkative kitty is sooo cute! Like I can imagine something along the lines of this conversation between him and a handler/cg:

“What do you want?”

“Meowww”

“I don’t know what that means!”

“Meow?” (little head tilt and innocent cute eyes)

“Do you want cuddles?”

*excited meows! and he goes and cuddles up in their lap bc yay, they understood him!*

and imagine kitten!karl playing w/Quackity! very very adorable concept

4. Puppy Regressor! Sapnap

okay okay so I don’t watch sapnap really but this is still adorable! Like the whole ‘me, puppy? yes.’ thing is soooo cute! Imagine George or Dream just forgetting that’s a trigger and making a joke about how one of his mannerisms reminds them of a puppy and suddenly! There’s a puppy to take care of!

and karl spoiling him sounds like something he’d do hjsiksjsa. I can’t really add much on here bc idk much about him/his content past the smp but this is so cute! Maybe I’ll watch a few of his videos and attempt writing him bc I keep getting requests for him

5. Kitten Regressor! Ranboo

yes, I was already thinking about this tbh! Like I’ve written him as a little and it’s kinda similar, he’s sensitive, and he’s less verbal the littler he gets. As a kitten, I can easily picture him just being quiet.

I imagine that he’s really pouty because of this, because he doesn’t know how to communicate otherwise, so this might confuse anyone who may take care of him.

“Why are you pouting? Do you want cuddles? Food? Do you wanna play?”

and he just doesn’t reply bc he’s a kitten and he can’t talk so it’s an endless cycle of guess and check until they reach the right answer, and it’s really funny to watch. I can also imagine that he giggles a lot. Like he’s not verbal or anything, and he doesn’t giggle a lot but sometimes it happens! and if you make him giggle while in kittenspace then you did something right!

it makes everyone happy when he giggles and it’s really soft and cute! I definitely think I’ll write a fic with kitten!ranboo in it, at some point eventually, I think!

6. Cat Regressor! Dream

awwwww- I didn’t even consider the possibility of this but awwww. Imagine Wilbur and Dream in catspace together, just sleeping and cuddling while basically all the other kittens are playing and being hyper. And everyone’s trying to get them to play but they’re sleepy! (ofc they end up playing anyways bc their friends are adorable and convincing but y’know)

and I really like the idea of him mimicking patches! I’ve seen a few pet regresors say that they mimick/copy their pets so it kinda feels realistic and likely! and plus, it’s really cute.

and since his regression is voluntary, I can imagine him like one minute, just chillin w/george and sapnap and going ‘what if- what if I just went *cat mode*’ and he tries to hint to his friends that he wants to slip but they’re not getting it so it’s kinda frustrating for him but funny for the readers to see play out bc George and Sapnap are being completely oblivious to everything. Hjsiksja that’d be funny

Thank you for sending this it, like seriously! It was really fun to go through and talk about these, I might make additional headcannon lists once I’m actually awake tomorrow bc I shouldn’t be up rn but yeah, I just wanted to go through and respond to this! <3

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everafterkeiji · 4 years ago

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Song: Getting Over You by Lauv

Summary: Unexpected things happen all the time but meeting him was one of the best parts of it.

Pairings: Atsumu Miya x gn!reader

Word count: 7.1k

Tags, Genre: implied enemies to semi lovers! trope, slight angst, curse words, timeskip! Atsumu

A/N: pls i didn't intend to change it last minute but pls let me know if u liked it cuz im still having second thoughts <3

“No- I’m sorry.” Atsumu says as you felt your heart snap and break into two distant pieces. You already limited your expectations but there was a miniature amount of hope that you held onto and that was when you should’ve lost your grip.

“It’s fine, ‘Tsumu.”

It obviously wasn’t. No matter how loud the cries of your heart were, what mattered to you in this moment was to forget it ever happened- to run away and never face another failed trial of love. Atsumu can see past your smile and he hated the way it had to end in a way he avoided. There would be a time where his feelings would be up to confrontation but when it finally happened, he’d became a coward.

He was late to realize what the outcomes could lead to. How certain was he that your paths would meet again? How was he sure that he can revert this scenario in a better way that he wanted when you were losing your hold onto him?

“I have to go but it was nice knowing you, Miya.” Your lips were tugged in a weak smile while he questions why his body lacked the power to move but what resumes to play in his mind was the way his name escaped your lips like it was a curse to say it.

Turning your heel, there was an ache in Atsumu’s head. Was it regret? His decisions tied in knots? His emotions unable to declutter themselves? Hesitantly, he reaches for you. His hand wrapped around yours as you glanced down on his soft skin you used to despise to get near to.

His eyes told you stories that were hard to decipher all at once. His stories didn’t start with a setting, it started and ended with you, not a single page where you weren’t there but it seems like the chapters you had in your own story were being torn off to erase the traces of false hope.

“Y/N, I'm so sorry.” He whispers while you felt his hand tighten to make sure that you could stay- even if it lasted for a minute because he wasn’t sure fate could spare you two another moment.

But then, you softly removed his hold on you while the cold sweat runs down his forehead.

“It’s okay, ‘Tsumu. We were just never meant for each other.”

We could’ve been.

“Thank you for your time.” You bid the player as both bow each other as a way of manner. You gathered your bag as the athlete turns to you with a kind smile.

“I enjoyed the interview. I’m impressed at how prepared and professional you are. How long have you been doing this?” He asks, adjusting his outfit while you toss your bag on your shoulder with your camera slung around your neck.

“There was a journalism club back in my high school and I joined in ever since I was a first year.”

“You’re in college now?”

“Yes, sir.” He chuckles at your formality while he gives a pat to your shoulder.

“That’s good to hear. Goodluck with everything- I believe that you’ve got bright things ahead of you.” Your heart fluttered at the compliment while you bid your goodbyes. You step out of the hotel feeling the satisfaction hit you like a prize. The report can finally be simplified into a few more subtle fixes and maybe by 1am, you’d be able to present it to your professor without doubting your work.

Sighing happily, you decided to reward yourself to a lovely lunch with a view you often visited due to a reminiscent feeling that bubbles in your system. After ordering, you sat outside admiring the way the sun sets and leaves a lasting beauty before the moon shows.

The stress was fading from you. You had expected that the project would’ve taken weeks for you to finish knowing that some retired athletes usually avoid questions to why they left the sport they used to love. You had called a few, a struck of confidence was enough to make you do so but they often cancel your request because they either paid attention to your young age or because they weren’t ready to be asked such personal questions about them. You were lucky to score and interview with a well-known athlete whose had his fair share of the spotlight during his early 20’s. Sadly, his retirement was due to an accident and his weak body levels couldn’t bare the adrenaline of the sport. He was kind, patient, and understanding. Ever since he agreed, your attention was on the questions you’d lay upon him seeing that this was an opportunity you can’t waste. After gathering some of his past glories, you narrowed down your interrogation on what remains important to benefit the topic of your project. You were more than proud because of the compliment he had given you and the fact that you might be able to catch a break after a hectic week.

Opening your camera and flicking through the photos to decide on which you were going to use. Suddenly, a photo meets your sight. The peak of blonde and gray hair with a uniform that you missed.

The Inarizaki Volleyball Team.

Most especially, him.

A few years has passed since you’ve seen him and his brother. Osamu’s last interaction with you was filled with nothing but sweet memories and a hug that you could never forget the warmth of, while Atsumu’s last memory with you remained bittersweet- like a sour flavor in his tongue that never left. You tried too hard to forget fragments of your time with him but because of how much work you put yourself through, you lost time to reflect on the moments that didn’t hurt.

Half of your high school life was compressed into confusing parts of your story.

But the chapter that seems to be the most influential part of it, was where you got to meet the blonde who has stomped on your heart.

It was funny to be remembered as a person who had the guts to sneeze during the great Miya setters serve.

“Achoo!”

You immediately cover your face with your handkerchief as your sneeze echoed through the gym making Atsumu’s hand lose its power because he was stunned by the sound, the ball hitting the net instead as he almost hits Aran who was wide eyed that ball went his way. The team could hear Osamu’s ‘uh-oh’ and it was enough for them to know what the setter feels after the unfortunate event.

Atsumu grits his teeth as the other team cheers knowing they got the score while his head jolts to the crowd, aggressively searching for the one who messed up his serve. Even eyeing his fans who got scared by the way he turned his head in their direction.

Meanwhile, you’ve got glares surrounding you as your friend nudges you, letting out an exhale of disbelief that you’ve got death stares.

“We’ll get the next point ‘Tsumu, don’t worry.” Osamu says landing a hand to his brothers' shoulder while Atsumu readies himself for the serve of the opposite team.

“Whatever.”

After that certain match, Atsumu was more than determined to hunt down whoever caused the flunk of his serve. Silly as it is, he’s never heard someone dare to speak during his serve. He’d always let out a hand signal for them to be quiet- let it be known that if someone spoke, he’d be fine with it but a whole sneeze? He’d never let it go, especially when it resonated in his ears.

So, imagine the look on his face when he hears the exact same sound when he was just stopping by his locker.

“Fucking dust.” You said sniffling as you closed the door to your locker, and you were face to face with a wide-eyed Miya Atsumu holding out his finger and pointing it to you, as if he was accusing you of murder.

“It’s you!” He shouts making you raise your eyebrow at him, but the raise of his voice had intimidated you.

“What?” You asked him, not finding a single clue on whatever he was pertaining to.

“You messed up my serve by sneezing.” He says in the tone of ‘as-a-matter-of-fact’ making you lick your lips, a hand to your hip as you looked at him.

“I’m not apologizing for something I can’t control.” You were completely baffled by this man. Sure, you were his classmate, but this was your first year and you barely cared to take notice of all of them, only focusing on your school group that had you busy.

“You could’ve held it for like 2 more seconds at least.” You blinked before letting out a tired exhale as you eye him up and down. The setter of the school's volleyball team, you were aware of that because of how many matches you’ve been dragged to, but he’s never come up to you before.

This was a whole other introduction.

“Miya, right?” You asked him as he steps forward, looking down on you with a sly smirk.

“I guess I’m sorry.”

Atsumu stays silent for a few seconds but returns to his angry pout as he continues to stare at you.

“What’s your name?” Atsumu asks, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Y/N.”

From thereon, it looked like your life’s plot had spiked up. Atsumu was- you could call it as a miscalculation. Someone so loud and had his ego constantly fed was not someone you would stick around due to your strict schedule of balancing schoolwork and papers from your club. It was like a bump in the road wherein the objects in your car would’ve been juggled around because of the impact- that's what it felt like. Thinking that two years would’ve passed by like a breeze, time slowed down with him. The constant bickering and arguments were embedded in you like a tattoo. The way his cackle would echo through your ears when he’d struck a nerve to you, the way he’d purposely call you nicknames you swore you hated, to the same jokes can be dragged on for hours, and how every fiber of your body promised you’d leave when you’ve had enough.

But promises were always broken.

You stuck around and he did too. Atsumu provided you with his trust and company whenever you needed it. It’s a pleasant experience but it surely wasn’t at its best. What comes with it were headaches and harsh words but having a person who knew you until graduation and stayed was a different reason. He was a familiar, a person who isn’t a call away when you needed it but being in their presence would give you a pinch of comfort.

Maybe the only thing you can thank Atsumu for is getting to know his twin brother.

You accidentally sent a text to Osamu about you panicking about a missing file to be passed the following day and Osamu was up and ready to help you locate it. After finding it, you decided to treat him for being a life saver and he of course, was having the time of his life for the free food- it was also his favorite restaurant at that moment. During this time, you’ve got to talk more about each other. Months pass now Osamu and you were way better friends than you and his brother.

You and Osamus’ bond were the type that was just so serene, hardly any type of judgement when you’d bring up a problem, and all secrets were kept tight.

Osamu was the shoulder you can lean on, while Atsumu’s would shove your head away when you do so.

Your friendship drifted away when Atsumu stabbed your heart with the words “No.” and “I’m sorry.” You hesitated that day, to dial Osamu’s phone the way you used to, but it never happened. Your sobs muffled your voice and if you called him, he’d never understand a word that you’d say.

The opposite is that Osamu would understand everything.

Because you and Atsumu mirrored the same amount of pain.

He’d never seen his brother so- ruined. Atsumu’s thin walls didn’t shield his shouts of sorrow while Osamu withstood every bit of the torture show his brother had. Checking him on the next day, the setter was fast asleep with bags under his eyes and a red nose, clutching onto his pillow so tightly.

Osamu knew that day that the damage has been done and not a single band aid would mend the two shattered hearts.

Atsumu strolls to the around looking for a restaurant along with his teammates. The sun has fully set making the streets of Japan light up with how busy and crowded they were. Bokuto and Hinata were busy pointing at stands that had their favorite slabs of meat while Sakusa trails behind them with a mask, wanting to be removed from the push of people. As the eyes of the blonde land on a certain stand with multiple notes stuck onto a board, he smiles fondly. He then sees two kids running with smiles on their lips as they held each other's hand, obviously excited to explore the night.

“Come on, don’t be a wuss.” Atsumu says as you rolled your eyes and thought hard about his hand that was held out in front of you. Atsumu grunts before taking your hand in his before you could even decide properly. You followed his lead as he walked you through the sea of people. You were nervous that he had left practice to accompany you. Observing you from afar, you looked devastated, but you continued the rest of the day with a smile like nothing happened. Seeing that you looked dull talking to Karou, he pulled you away from whatever void of sadness you surrounded yourself in.

“Atsumu shouldn’t you be at practice?” You asked sighing, still with his hand in yours as you stopped by a stand.

“I should be but whatever that Karou did is obviously hurting you, you idiot.” Your eyes widened at his statement and this reaction confirmed his suspicions as anger forms inside of him. What could that boy have done to get you this upset? Did he physically hurt you? Atsumu hated how he cared- it wasn’t his business to meddle with but the frown on your lips was something he wanted to remove from you.

“Thank you.” You muttered as he buys you the same thing he ordered. He sees how you weren’t as colorless as before. The lights of the night brought saturation to your features as his eyes adored every feature of yours.

“It’s nothing.”

“Atsumu-san?” Hinata asks, tapping the boy on the shoulder while the blonde awakens from his escape.

Atsumu looks around once more, seeing that there wasn’t a trace of you, he moves on.

Like he was supposed to do in the first place.

“For our new assignment, why don’t we take the vice versa of your last project. Retirement is inescapable but why not find the reason they’d got into the sport. What makes it so exhilarating and unforgettable? That will be our topic this week. I’m giving you a week for interviews, photos, and articles. Video format is more suited for this task. Is that clear?” You all nodded as you wrote down the list of possible athletes to meet, jotting down an outline of some key points to remember.

“A tip for you all: look for the younger generations. It doesn’t matter to me what status the athlete stands in right now, it could be a friend or even a child. What I’m looking for the depths of the details in your research.” The professor stands making all of you bid him goodbye as he walks out of the room. You gathered your notebooks, sighing that you won’t have the time to properly rest- an exam was near right at the submission of your new task. You realized that you needed to sort out the things you were required to do before everything would pile up and get tangled in the short amount of time.

Who should I interview? God, everyone is so busy at this season. You thought. It’s true- you realized that matches were always lined up by this month. You also had classes to attend to and your mind could collapse at any given moment. You were more than worried about organizing your time properly but the feeling that you’d have several sleepless nights haunts you. You wished he could have extended the submission- though it didn’t get any better since after exams you tended to be drained from studying all night.

Going back to your apartment, you decided to put sticky notes all over your wall to help you sort out your priorities. Tomorrow would be Saturday meaning that you’ve done all the works to be passed on Monday and that you had zero meetings or classes. Saturday and Sunday would be divided to work parts, by Monday you should be up and running to work again.

You couldn’t let go of this group. It had given you countless of opportunities- even an offering to be an editor at a well-known magazine agency. You were in queue for the letter, so you decided to continue with the tasks of the group. You were thankful that you got used to the craziness of it all. The ability to multitask, to put the phone down once in a while, managing your time, those were just one of the benefits of getting used to it. The things you hated was that you barely had time for yourself. To lounge and just do nothing never met with what you were doing. You envied how some people from your group would plan some hang outs during a busy week and you always questioned how they managed to do it all without panicking.

You yawned as you felt your stomach growl at the scent of the delicious street food. Seeing that you fell short on money because the amount that was in your wallet was enough for your way home, it meant you’d have to wait to eat dinner until you came home. Letting out a groan you decided to walk your way even if you get shoved. God, you were starving and exhausted. The emotions were starting to fill you the more you moved. It didn’t help that everyone was so loud. You could hear the sound of the cackles from the drunken men in the corner, the cries of the baby that brought irritation to your eardrums and even the off-key singing of a (possibly) drunk girl at karaoke. You just wanted to cover your ears and crawl back to your bed not caring if you’d only be able to get 2 or 3 hours of sleep.

As you walked, you felt a boiling pile of liquid drip to your stomach making you let out a yelp as your clothes were drenched in the coffee stain that you despised. The liquid got to your skin making you wince at just how it impacted on your skin. You felt your eyes water as the woman tried to pat away the drink but instead made it worse because you wanted the fabric to be away from you as possible- which was the opposite of what she was doing.

“Oh my god- I'm so sorry.” She kept saying while patting your abdomen while you tried to wave her off, but she kept going making the tears flow from your eyes as you chose to walk away, covering your face at how humiliated you were. You sobbed in your hands as you bumped into someone before removing them from your face to find a bench to sit on but seeing that people were already turning their heads to look at you, you’ve had enough already.

Finally finding your bus stop, you sat down burying your face in the palm of your hands sobbing as your mind replays how you’ve made a fool out of yourself for the last time. Everything was going terribly and you didn’t know how to control it without losing your cool. Sure, you’ve managed to escape the people but the feeling is still badly glued to you.

“Is everything okay?”

Someone asks but the voice became a blur to you because you were so focused on your sobs and the unstable breathing.

“Go away.” You whispered but there was a weight added to your left side as you kept your face hidden behind your hands.

“I shouldn’t have asked.” The man says looking down before standing up to leave the bench, making you intake in a sharp exhale, relieved he left.

“Why does everything have to be so fucking difficult? How am I gonna interview a volleyball player at this state?” You rambled on thinking that guy has exited your business and was free from companion.

“I mean- we’re not close- but I’m a volleyball player?”

You wiped your eyes as your heart started to run a mile now that you’ve familiarized yourself with his voice.

Lifting your head, there in front of you was the one thing that your heart had wished to see.

“Atsumu?”

His eyes widen as his chest expands, his heart growing ten times bigger than it was while it beats like a drum on heavy metal song.

“Y/N- I didn’t know- wow.” Breathless, speechless, weak- those were the words that defined your emotions. You wanted to pass out- to act like you just mistaken him for a person but he was real and you had a hard time believing it.

“Atsumu?" God, he missed it. The way his name would fall of those taunting lips of yours. The tone in your voice leading him back to the memories that he couldn’t push away.

You had to believe it. There was no other way that your starvation can make you this delusional. You called his name like you were unsure that he was ever real- like a character your brain had developed to cope with your sorrows. You dared to touch him, maybe if you did it would be a wisp of air but you were scared that if you reached out to him, you could feel his skin and remember how you wanted it to be within your grasp all the time.

Perhaps it’s a dream but this time you’d never want to wake up if this was the only way you can be together.

“Y/N..I- how are you?” How could he manage to act so civil? Your presence shocked him like electricity in his veins, pumping his heart at an unusual speed. His voice was unsteady and low, experiencing the same thoughts like you.

It’s like he was dragged back to your last encounter. Seeing your eyes filled with so much agony and how you looked so torn from his rejection, it’s the same look that you had now. It’s like his eyes were playing a risky game with him but he couldn’t complain since he’s been wanting to see you ever since you let go.

“Well, I’m burned-out that’s for sure.” You said with a light chuckle as he sits back down, wondering if it’d be alright to be close to you.

“What’s this interview about?” He asks, fiddling with the strings of his jacket while you tore your eyes away from him because you knew the admiration for him would erupt anytime soon.

“What got athletes into the sport in the first place.” Atsumu places his finger under his chin, thinking deeply about what offer he just made.

It’d mean that he could be in the same room with you for more than the hours he spent crying to himself but why waste the chance? You needed it- heck you wouldn’t be this distraught if you weren’t so affected by it. There was a never-ending list of things to do but meeting with Atsumu wasn’t even in your list of expectations because you were over with hoping into something that takes a miracle.

But he is the miracle.

“Atsumu..I don’t want you to see me like this.” You said, looking down on your hands that were on your lap, letting your hair fall in front of you to avoid his concerned gaze.

“What do you mean?”

“I haven’t seen you in years, this is not what I planned to look like when I first see you.” Atsumu feels his heart frown at how low you spoke of yourself, but he understood. If you saw him in the state that you were in right now, he too would feel like he could’ve done or look better, even at least handle the situation without crumbling apart.

He knew you were in a troubled place of your mind but he just wonders where you could talk about why everything fell apart.

He missed the way it was casual to talk to you. Maybe an insult as a greeting, or a flick to the arm but he never expected to talk to you with his heart dropping in your hands. He just couldn’t forget the way you’d let him go that day during graduation, it’s almost like the sensation was still lingering around his palm even if he held a ball.

He just wished he said yes, only then, you’d be meant for each other.

“Do you mean it?” You asked sighing, not baring the weight of his silence. The pace of his heart quickens as he starts to worry if this was the confrontation that he held back all these years.

“The interview.” He was more than glad to do it. He was thankful that you weren’t talking about the bad memories or the circle of tension you two were in.

He looks at you while another strike was given to his heart seeing you this way. He’d do everything to bring back the color in your features.

“Of course.”

You smiled at his words as you both stand up but you felt conscious about the stain that was still stuck to your shirt making you desperately try to hide it by pulling your bag to the messed up section. Atsumu didn’t know that the person he had followed was the same person that got coffee dipped down on them. He didn’t recognize you at first because you had your hands covering your cries. He was worried for you when you ran off but when he knew it was you, he couldn’t believe if it was luck or a granted wish.

“Just wear this.” He says, handing you placing his jacket on your shoulders as your heart flutters at how he looked at you, completely filled with sincerity and the way his hand stayed on your shoulder.

“What the fuck do you want?” He asks you with a knife-like stare, purposely bumping harshly into you.

“Wow Miya, I was just walking.” You said returning the same fuel that he had.

“Then get out of my way then.”

“Thank you.” You said smiling lightly. He catches a glimpse of your smile and he feels his world light up at the sight of it.

I missed you.

“So where to?” He asks as you walk beside him just like old times. His height still intimidating you but it was still difficult to believe that this was the same Atsumu you had fallen for in high school.

“My apartment. We missed the bus so I hope it’s okay for you to wait.”

“I can always drive us there.” You’ve never whipped your head faster than this moment. You always trusted Osamu when he said that Atsumu couldn’t be a better driver than his own brother because Atsumu liked to rev up the engine like one of those scenes in a movie.

With the thought in your mind, you laughed.

Atsumu stops walking as he lets himself dwell at the sound of it.

Then there was a smile that he couldn’t contain.

“Sorry for laughing, ‘Tsumu. Never pictured you to have a car earlier than ‘Samu that’s all.” You explained as he chuckles, continuing to be beside you, a place that he finds himself to be the happiest.

“Yeah yeah I get it- I’m a little careless but not all the time y’know?” He says while he leads the way. The breeze felt comfortable now, it had a tweak of coldness but maybe it was just the atmosphere of you two.

When you walked to his car and told him your address, there was another silence but you tried to tell yourself that this was just Atsumu. Nothing to be worried about because you’ve known him for too long to act like all distant.

This is Atsumu- that's every reason that there is to feel nervous around him.

“How long have you been living there?” He asks while you started to feel just how badly you wanted to give in to sleepiness. You shifted once in a while to control yourself from falling asleep in his damn car. Every urge to just lay quiet for a while but you knew this would lead to a deep slumber.

“Ever since graduation.” You answered, annoyed that his jacket was inviting you to lay there and sleep away your stress though you were scared that once you wake up- Atsumu would be gone again.

“And you didn’t call to tell me about it?” He jokes but the chuckle that he expected never came because he knew just how awkward it’d be if you actually called just for that sole reason. Atsumu bites his lip at his failed attempt to drag the conversation on.

Then you giggled.

“I wanted to but I wouldn’t wanna bother the famous MSBY player.” You said smiling at him, proud that he continued on. You knew from Osamu of course, a single update when he had mentioned how well his restaurant had become, you also saw them in a poster once, even recognizing a few of his past opponents.

“Well, it would be a shame.”

There you are.

You finally arrived at your apartment and again you felt the slice of satisfaction as you removed your shoes and placed them on the table. You were partly thankful that your apartment was clean since you never have the time to spend a whole day in it only coming home late at night. Atsumu looks around as you prepare him a drink and a few snacks-it'd be rude not to.

Atsumu sees the photos where you won several awards for your loyalty and hardwork at your club. He sees how time passes and you grew into a version of you that he finds even more flawless then before. Your equipment and how everything was organized on your desk, he knew how much things changed because he used to see you doubt yourself every time you’d finish a paper but now you won awards because of them.

“Atsumu, is it alright if I shower real fast?” You asked while he raises a brow at you confused that you had to ask for his permission.

“Of course, Y/N- you didn’t have to ask.” He said chuckling while he sits on the couch, letting his eyes wonder around.

“I promise I’ll be back.”

“Please don’t rush yourself. Take yer time. “ He says while you smile at him before dashing to your room to gather new clothes, feeling like you’ve won a lottery with how happy you were to remove the coffee drenched top, tossing it to your laundry bin while you step into the shower enjoying the way the water decorated your skin, cleansing it from all the worries. While Atsumu scrolls on his phone to ease himself from the anxiousness. His finger would casually glide over Osamu’s phone number, to ask him what to do.

After a few minutes, you stepped out of the shower like a whole new person. You saw the way Atsumu’s eyes lit up when you walked in but you pushed the thought away. He pats the seat next to him while you grabbed your notebook and pen, ready to scribble down the questions.

“Are there any uncomfortable questions you’d want to avoid?” You asked him while he shakes his head while you took note of the possible questions.

“Is it okay for the interview to be filmed?” He nodded while you leaned onto the pillow, sighing happily at how you’ve managed to calm down from the pile of embarrassment earlier.

“Thank you for doing this, ‘Tsumu- really you don’t know how much I appreciate you for this.” You said leaning your cheek on the side of the couch as Atsumu copies your actions staring at you lovingly.

“You’re welcome, Y/N.” He says smiling while you returned to write a list of questions for him. With every time you look down on your notebook, Atsumu’s eyes never left you while his mind recalls every moment where he msised the opportunity to tell you just how beautiful you were.

Soon, you’ve fallen asleep while he lets the feeling sink in.

I’ve never wanted to hold you more than I do now.

He sighs before placing the blanket on your body while he kneels down and tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, his finger tracing your cheek.

“You’ll never know how much I missed you.” He whispers while you shifted in your sleep meeting his face. Before he stands up, he feels you reach for him while he’s left surprise at your touch.

“Stay please.” You whispered while he smiles weakly, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I always will.”

The morning comes and you felt the blush creep on your cheeks remembering how easily you felt asleep. You wondered if Atsumu stayed, if he left- you couldn’t really blame him. So yawning and stretching when you woke up, you certainly didn’t expect to see Atsumu cooking you some breakfast. You couldn’t even move your legs, every part of you has gone stiff just admiring the way he moves.

“Hey, good morning.” He greets with a wave, a spatula in his hand, a bright smile tugged on his lips.

“Atsumu- oh god I’m so sorry.” You said as you went to him. You caught a whiff of what he was cooking and you swore you could’ve drooled knowing you didn’t even got the chance to eat dinner. Atsumu knew that of course so he called Osamu up in the morning to serve you the best breakfast he could ever make. He was initially supposed to make you dinner but you fell asleep before he could do it so this was his rebound.

“Idiot, it’s fine. Just sit down on the table and I’ll prepare the food.”

“Atsumu-“

“Just go, Y/N. I promise it’s okay- you deserve to rest before you work again.” You couldn’t even think properly with his words. It was so minimum but it was something you’d forget to do- rest. Hearing him remind you that sets a new feeling in your system. You did obey him though, you sat on the table as he even handed you coffee for him and you, placing the breakfast on the table. God, he was everything. You thought that after a few years, you two would completely drift apart but it seems like you were wrong for the hundredth time.

“Please don’t even think about ways to thank me, it’s nothing to me. “ He says taking the seat next to you while you place the food on his plate. You couldn’t even utter a word at how grateful you were for him and he’d be happy to get used to seeing you first thing in the morning.

“Atsumu, after breakfast can we have a run down of the questions first?” You asked him, growing more comfortable.

“Yeah sure.”

You sat on the couch, placing your camera on the table aligning it to the best possible angle as Atsumu sits down in front of you. You had your notebook on your lap as he praises how you looked so professional even if it was just a practice.

“Ready?” You asked while he nods with a smile as you pressed the camera to shoot so you could keep your composure, even if you struggled to.

“What does the sport mean to you?” You asked him, your eyes glimmering with the suns rays hitting it perfectly, while the words were removed from Atsumus mind. Seeing his hesitation, you decided to reassure him.

“It’s fine if you can’t answer straight away. I can always change the question if you like.” You commented, smiling at him to make sure he doesn’t feel rushed to answer. He nods, still not finding the exact same words to describe what he wanted to say.

“I’ll change the question for now.” You said while he let’s out a sigh before listening to you once again.

“What was the biggest struggle in your career?” He sends you a worried stare but his mind nearly bursts at his answer.

“Getting over you.”

You dropped your pen on the couch as Atsumu continued to speak since this was the answer his heart was sure of responding to.

“I tried to forget- I did. For every year that passes, the more fucking harder it gets to act like I didn’t love you back when you walked away.”

“Atsumu-“

“I know I said no- I was too late to realize how stupid I was to be scared of falling for you. I couldn’t let myself be the man who could love you when all this time I tried to hate you because I knew I would hurt you- and I already did.”

We get hurt a lot but it doesn’t mean I won’t come back to you.

Love grew and died during your second year at Inarizaki.

Before Atsumu, you found Karou. A boy who was a new recruit to your group whose helped you multiple times and has shared a conversation with you about your similar likes. There was this strange infatuation with him that even Osamu had to question how deep was the bite of love on you. You’ve fallen, of course. Occasionally leaving notes on his desk to just let him know how he made your day but it never worked. He would only paste the note on another persons desk like it was nothing. Not even getting the reaction you wanted, it felt too normal when it shouldn’t be. Realizing how this was just rejection in the shadows, you gave up. Obviously heart broken at the mere thought of how your chances were blown away. When Atsumu saw how gloomy you were that day, he had to show you how much you didn’t need Karou and there grew a different bond between the both of you.

And with a bond like that, you became attached to him.

It was all becoming clearer and clearer as you realized that you fell for the wrong person first.

“You’re too stupid to fall for a douche like him. “ He says kicking the rock that was in front of him.

“You’re lucky with that admirer of yours, Miya. I’ve never seen someone stick around you for so long.” You teased. It’s true the half of the twin hearthrob has gotten himself a sincere admire. It wasn’t one of his crazy fans- this was a person who genuinely cared for him and the words on every note he received would make the poor boy blush uncontrollably and you envied how he’s yet to realize that he too was falling for this unknown person.

While you two were oblivious to the slip up of the universe, it took a toll on you.

Because the notes you’d leave on Karous desk, always ended up on Atsumu’s instead.

“I wanna meet them so bad. Just to see if they actually care and it’s not a prank. They haven’t given me a note and it’s been what a month? I doubt it was ever real.”

“With the amount of effort they gave, I’m sure it was real.”

It’s real for me even if it shouldn’t be.

There wasn’t any other way then to accept the feelings that stayed on your skin. The moments where you thought that being around Atsumu would bring you stressful banters and more, it turned into butterflies that surrounded your room. You chose to deny it at first but remembering that graduation and good-byes were near, you had to tell him at some point.

And when you did, you poured your heart out and not even a single drop was caught.

“Last words before I forget your dumbass?” He taunts while you felt your sweat drip down the side of your forehead as you couldn’t control it anymore. You wondered if there was a simple word to describe just how much you adored him without turning it into a whole speech. This was it- you had to do it or else you’d end up being stuck on the feeling of loving him.

“I..like you Atsumu and I can’t say good-bye without telling you.”

Then there was the awful silence that he gave making you clutch onto your shirt, preparing you for the worst.

But by the way he looked so terrified and frozen, you knew.

“Atsumu?”

“No- I’m sorry.”

“And I don’t know what I’d do if I let you leave again.” He whispers as he leans closer to you, taking your hands in his while your ability to speak has been taken away by how gentle he was as his thumb caresses your hand and a look that looked so fragile.

He takes his hand and cups your cheek, pulling you close to him as his vulnerability increases.

“Do you feel the same too?” He was being so careful because a wrong choice of a word could make it all fall apart again and you could feel how tense he was but he holds you like a gem- something so beautiful that it’d cost him his life if he ever dropped you.

Your hand lands on the same hand that was on your cheek while Atsumu’s eyes widen remembering how you neglected to hold his hand before.

But it stayed.

Closing your eyes and melting in his touch, you spoke.

“I never stopped loving you, Atsumu.”

He lets his forehead rest on yours, a smile on his lips, who was soon to be on yours.

“Then be mine all over again.”

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x reader #hq atsumu #msby atsumu #atsumu imagines #miya osamu #inarizaki

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blackberry-gingham · 4 years ago

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This was kinda inspired by the previous anons request but could you write headcannons/imagines (whichever you think fits best) about being an actress and meeting their lad on the set of one of their movies/a movie

(Ok ik I have other requests waiting looong behind this one, but it's going to bug me if I don't do this first, so I'll post my next chronological request tomorrow instead of my usual every other dayish schedule! Thanks guys ❤️)

Honestly, the absolute MOOD™ of this gif has been on my mind for like all of the following imagines. Like the on periodt FLAVOR that actress is rocking, all done up and everything ?? John or [insert one of the other three] ob-sessed with you ?? Literally yes. So yeah, there's my overview lol, the rest is up to your imagination!

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy! 😌

George

You meet George on your way to grab a little refreshment before your scene in between takes

You've got a nice little flute of wine, to calm the nerves of course, when suddenly you get bumped rather harshly from behind!

Luckily your drink spilled on the floor and not your nice costume, but still, you're about to give whomever it is a piece of your mind!!

You turn on a dime and come face to face with... Oh

There, only inches away, stands the George Harrison, with a mouthful of food, a wrapped up snack for later, and eyes wide as saucers

It's a race to see who can apologise first

While you over come your shock at nearly cursing out one of the stars of the show, he hurriedly chews and swallows the last of his snack

"I'm so sor-" "-eg your pardon!"

You overlap each other with your apologies, causing a similar scenario again as you both accept the other's apology

The two of you chuckle a bit at that

At this point, George feels like he's just now getting a good look at you

He wonders if you're a recent hire, bc otherwise he certainly would've noticed the most beautiful woman in the building before now

Suddenly a touch self conscious, he wipes the crumbs from the corners of his mouth and scrambles for a way to make small talk

It's not really his forte, you see

Luckily, you come in to save him

You cock your head to look at his napkin of snacks

"What have you got there?"

"Oh these? N-nothing, just some scones or something like that"

He crosses his arms behind his back, like he's embarrassed to be caught smuggling snacks

"Oh! Have you tried the cream cheese and raspberry ones? They're to die for!"

George loosens up a bit. He wouldn't have guessed you were something of a food fan too...

He brings around his napkin of goodies and unwraps it a bit for you to see

"I have actually, would you like one?"

You thank him and take one, savouring the flavor while he pops another into his mouth as well

"See, quite good! Although, I'd dare say mine are better"

You laugh, but George simply stares

"You bake?" He says through a mouthful of scone, eyes alight

Of course you confirm that you do indeed, and your cooking is fantastic too, thank you very much!

The two of you talk about some of your favorite treats to make and from there... Well, George is pretty sure he's met his soul mate

John

Now when you meet John, I think you approach him!

He's backstage taking a smoke

You'd think he's just having a quick break to relax before filming starts, but the way he's looking around, shifting his weight, and fiddling with his outfit says it all

Classic stage fright

You remember those days, but as a seasoned, successful actress, you've learned a few tips and tricks you think might help!

For one thing, getting to know more then just your co-stars is a bit of a relief

Plus, I mean... It's John Lennon! And have I mentioned you're a bit of a fan?

So you approach, completely unfazed, and poor old Lennon does a double take

Out of gentlemanly habit, he immediately puts out his dart when he sees you coming

You come right up and introduce yourself with a "how do you do"

Now at this point, normally he'd respond with a witty but dirty pick up line, but...

He can't tell if he's just not in the mood from his nerves or what, but he just can't bring himself to do it

Or maybe... Maybe there's just something about you?

It's not every day such a fetching woman approaches him without screaming her head off and begging for an autograph in the process

Besides, there's just this air of confidence about you that puts him at ease

You make it look so effortless too!

He wishes he could be like that...

John nods respectfully with a quiet "just fine thanks"

He doesn't bother to introduce himself, he simply assumes everyone here knows who he is

You tilt your head and smile invitingly

"Are you sure? Excuse me for saying so, but you seem a bit nervous"

Well, regarding the filming coming up, he was a bit, but standing here, talking with you?

He certainly is now!

"It's fine, just thinking about my lines and such"

You can tell he's lying, but you let the matter go to switch up tactics

"Well I'm sure you'll be just fine out ther- Oh? Hold on..."

You casually saunter up to him as though you've known him for years to straighten his tie and smooth down his lapels

Despite your boldness, John puts up no resistance. In fact, he finds he rather enjoys your touch

He's so use to a more... different sort of touch when it comes to women, to the point that he's nearly forgotten just how fulfilling soft and gentle contact like this can be

Forgetting himself, John leans into your palms a bit as you finish petting them across the chest of his suit

You definitely notice, but decide to have mercy and say nothing about it

"Just remember, if you need a little stage advice out there, I'll be around"

You wink at him and walk off to your dressing room

John waits a moment until your out of sight, weighing what just happened in his mind

You know what?

He smiles to himself and jogs after you

Maybe he does want some advice...

Paul

Now Paul I think is the one guy of the four to seek you out!

You're relaxing in your dressing room adding just a few small touch ups to your lipstick and so on until you're on

When the gentle knock comes to your door, you assume it's your assistant come to fetch you

You check the time and then hurry over to answer the door

"Yes yes, I-"

Paul is standing with his hands clasped behind his back, a respectful distance from your door

When he'd heard you were the leading lady of this film, he knew he simply had to see you in person

He's a bit of a fan himself you see, and he can tell you right now, the camera doesn't do you half justice

Paul's mouth forms a little "O" as he looks you up and down so quick, it's almost subtle

Not at all impressed, you look at him expectantly, but try to hold back any attitude

"Can I help you, Mr. McCartney?"

He snaps out of his daydream and at last looks at you with the respect you deserve

"Oh, my apologies love, I just wanted to greet my co-star!"

Paul gingerly takes your hand and kisses your knuckles

Alright, maybe you're a little impressed

"I've heard so much about you, I couldn't believe it when they told me you were going to be a part of our little film"

He laughs, and then clears his throat awkwardly

"Sorry, I guess I'm just something of a fan"

You're a bit taken aback to see Paul, the ladies man himself, McCartney acting flustered, but what a compliment for one of the Beatles to be a fan of you

Needless to say, you're nice about his being awkward and hang around for a little conversation

He tells you about all the movies he's seen you in and how wonderful a job he thought you did

You're really enjoying the moment, after all, what a rare one it is! Until your assistant comes to fetch you and Paul for filming

"Oh yes, we'll be right along!"

Paul calls after your assistant and more or less shoos them away

Once you two are alone again, Paul fidgets a moment fishing around in his pockets

"Now I know you get this a lot-"

He pulls out a newspaper article and a pen, then holds them out to you

Upon closer inspection, it's the headline from when you were recognized for your first acting award

"But could I please get your autograph?"

Then he leans in and whispers, "and please don't tell the lads..."

You laugh and assure him his secret is safe as you sign your name in flowing script before handing him his prize

Paul looks like a child in a candy shop, he's so excited

You smile sweetly and begin heading towards the filming site

Before you know it Paul trots up beside you, following close

He looks from you to his newspaper clipping once and then twice before his eyes linger on you

"You know, I have a record from one of your plays back at the hotel... Could you-?"

At first you shoot him a look, but the puppy eyes he's giving you assures you he means no funny business, so you promise him ❤️

Ringo

You meet Ringo backstage in between sets, right before your scene

And when I tell you the first time Ringo sees you, he immediately knows he would die for you...

!!! RINGO. IS. STAR STRUCK !!!

You're already gorgeous as is, so when his first time seeing you is all done up with your hair, outfit, and makeup for the movie he's just BLOWN AWAY

And as he should be 💅🏻

There's still a decent bit of time before he needs to take his place or anything like that, which is good bc his brain is in a whole other dimension rn

You're absolutely magnetic and all he can think to do is approach

"Oh, hello Mr. Starr! Can I help you?"

"hi"

You blink at him for a moment, not quite sure what's happening

But when it hits you, you quickly cover your mouth with a gloved hand, trying your very best not to laugh at the poor guy

Ringo however, is completely under your spell at the moment

"I uuuuh, I'm Ringo"

His big droopy eyes are absolutely transfixed in a dreamlike haze on your beautiful face, and he offers you his hand to shake

Now you're REALLY trying not to laugh

You give his hand a shake, brushing off any awkward feelings, and introduce yourself

Ringo repeats your name aloud, looking now as though he's been transported into a dream

That's your name? He loves that name! How did you know!

After a moment of awkward silence while you let him process, he thankfully seems to return to reality

"Ahem, sorry, I didn't mean to bother you"

He looks away quickly, now starting to realize he's made himself out to be quite the fool

"Well I feel rather silly, uh"

He scratches his neck and sneaks a glance up at you

Thankfully, you're very understanding! You have a lot of fans, and his behavior isn't quite unheard of in your experience

"Oh, no no! It's no trouble at all!"

You give a genuine laugh and tell him you're always glad to meet a fan

Ringo responds with a little humor to relieve any last traces of tension or awkwardness and then laughs his deep, goofy laugh

You contemplate what a strange but wonderful sound it is

And you know? wouldn't mind sticking around to hear it again...

Besides, he's clearly already very interested in you

That, and it's nice to meet a gentle soul amongst your fan base, rather then the clamoring men and women you're used to

Ringo smiles at you with pure admiration, before picking up some easy small talk with you, just as though you're anyone else

It's at that moment you officially fall for him

#the Beatles #beatles imagines #beatles x reader #paul mccartney x reader #ringo starr x reader #john lennon x reader #george harrison x reader

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skylarmoon71 · 4 years ago

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Hero Killer (Stain) Oneshot

"How about we have some fun."

You glared at the drunk male standing in front of you. You just finished a shift from your job. All you really wanted was a bath and some food. That was until this drunk got in your way. With all the heroes running around the city you would think one of them would have the decency to be present when it really counted. You didn't have time for this and you really didn't feel like getting your hands dirty.

"Beat it."

You barked not even glancing up at him as you walked past the intoxicated idiot. He yelled after you, clearly not taking your words seriously. Before you could react he was floored. In front of you was a man in a spandex suit. He wasn't a well known hero, but you could tell from the arrogant look on his face he was probably one of those cocky types. "You're safe now." He assured. You didn't really need it, but decided not to be rude. "Thanks." you mumbled turning to leave. He grabbed your hand.

"Come on, I just saved your life, surely you can do something for me to return the favor." Your gaze hardened at what he was suggesting. He licked his lips moving closer. You were completely oblivious to the villain above you on the building, watching the scene unravel. Maybe if you'd known he was there you would have not acted because the notorious villain stopped when you spun around delivering a vicious punch to the hero's jaw. Said hero catapulted into a nearby building, going right through the wall. You rubbed your wrist where he held you with a grumble. "Dumbass."

Stain could hardly believe what he saw, he was so sure you'd been a normal civilian. It was clear that wasn't the case. "Then she must be a hero."

The thought irked him. He was about to deal with the one that obviously had less than pure intentions with you, but you'd handled it quite well. He settled for following you down the road. When you turned, he made himself known. "You're strong." your eyes lifted at the voice. There was a man you perched up on the building. The torn red cloth he had around his neck was blowing with the wind, along with the bandages on various areas of his body.

Your eyes opened a little wider. Now you were on guard. You knew exactly who this was.

"What do you want!" you demanded clenching your fist. "Damn it, all I wanted was a nice bath and some food. Is that too much to ask for." Your perfectly planned night was slowly going down the drain. He jumped down, standing before you with his katana drawn. He was crouched slightly, marking you like an animal.

From all the rumors you heard, you had to admit he was different from what you imagined.

Some said he had sharp razor teeth, others commented he had a morphed face. It was weird, he looked so...human. Not the monster your mind conjured. Then again, was he really a monster? He took out corrupted heroes. Ones who used their powers to exploit others. So who was the real the villain in this scenario.

Right now you really didn't give a shit, you just hoped he didn't think you were his next target.

"You're not a hero." it didn't sound like a question. His red eyes were moving as if trying to place you.

You gave a dry laugh. "I don't give a crap about that shit. Like hell am I a hero. In this corrupted society the name doesn't have any appeal to me." you commented.

You didn't really care what was going on, the battle between heroes and villains wasn't a concern to you. You just wanted to be left alone. "That being said, I have no problem beating any worthless piece of scum that tries anything." you lifted your hands, preparing for a fight.

His gait changed completely, he raised, sheathing his weapon.

"Then I have no business with you." And just like that he turned, walking off. You stood there for a while, wondering if this was some trick he was using to make you lower your guard. It wasn't, in a matter of seconds he was gone, disappearing into the night.

"That was...strange.." you thought for sure he would attack. Despite your very short meeting, you sort of wanted to see him again. Something about him had you intrigued, especially since he was nothing like the stories circulating around the city.

~~~~

The next time you met, he was bleeding out in the back off an alley. At first you didn't know it was him. You were taking a shortcut to get to your apartment. When you got to the corner you saw him, leaned against the wall clutching his stomach. He probably assumed he could move around freely since it was so late. He'd never move so freely around the city otherwise, especially with the bounty out on him. Hundreds of heroes wanted his head on a pike.

"It's you again, Stain." you called. His head turned sharply and he flung a smaller blade in your direction. You moved to the side easily, causing it to dig into the wall behind.

His eyes narrowed. "What do you want, woman." You stepped closer. You knew it wasn't exactly a smart idea. Even injured you were positive he could win a battle. He wouldn't have survived so long if one wound was all it took to incapacitate him.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a bind. " he straightened his form, hand going back to his blade that hung off his waist. "Calm down there, I'm not looking for a fight. " He didn't draw his sword, but his eyes were still fixed on you. "That doesn't look very good, maybe I can help." you were startled by your own words.

Why the hell you were assisting a killer, you had no idea. Yet, you'd never been someone to walk away from a person in need of help. Even though you resented the thought of being a hero, you knew when the moment called for it you'd never just leave if someone was in danger. Of course that logic didn't apply to villains, but Stain wasn't like any of the villains you met. Not that you made a habit of encountering dangerous people.

He didn't speak, so you weren't sure if that was an invitation to help or not. Since he didn't look like he was going to skewer you with his sword, you just took it as a yes. You were just a few feet away from him now. You could clearly see the gaping hole in his abdomen. You were surprised he was still standing. Through the entire ordeal his eyes never left you. You could see the blood running down his body, staining his outfit.

You looked down at your hand, raising your finger to your mouth. You bit your thumb, drawing blood. "What are you doing." came his gruff voice. The sound made you flinch. "U-Uhh.. It's a bit hard to explain. Just bare with me." You opened your other hand, smearing the blood into your palm.

When it was covered in a thin layer of blood you turned to him. You gestured to him, indicating that you needed to make contact. If he thought for a second you were trying to harm him he would kill you in an instant, so all your movements were slow. You stepped closer and against your will your hand shook as you pressed it to his stomach. You held it there for a few seconds. For a while nothing happened, then he felt a burn. He pulled back, clenching his teeth.

His hand moved back to its spot to pull out his sword. Before he could, he looked down when he felt the pain in his stomach subsiding. The injury was closing all on its own. He was stunned.

"My blood doesn't just give me strength, I can transfer that strength to anyone I choose. "

You informed. It didn't take long for the wound to heal itself. When it did you stepped back.

"Well, that's it. Good luck with your future endeavours." you called turning your back as you waved at him like nothing happened. He sweatdropped. "This woman.." he couldn't for the life of him understand you. This never happened before. People always ran from him in fear, for good reason of course. But you just helped him, as if he were a neighbor or a friend. He needed answers.

"Wait." the firm tone caused you to halt. "Why help me, what do you get out of it?" You placed your finger under your chin thinking.

"Umm, well just think of it as a thank you for not killing me last time." you spoke nonchalantly. You gave him a small smile. "See ya later Stain." he watched you wearily, taking a step back as he jumped into the sky, scaling up the nearest building.

"It makes no sense." Stain was left with nothing but his jumbling thoughts. He didn't like the feeling that rose in his chest when you smiled. He was a killer for goodness sake. Whatever it was he wanted it to pass, quickly. If only it was that simple.

~~~

"You really shouldn't be on the streets all hours of the night (Y/N)-chan!" your friend lectured from the other side of the phone. You whined. "But I'm hungry!" you complained. You knew you shouldn't be out 3am in the morning but you were starving, and there wasn't any food in your apartment. You still hadn't made groceries for the month, so you were left with nothing but your growling stomach.

So you left to get something to help your hunger. After furiously assuring her that you were okay, you kept on your journey. You went into a store just grabbing as many snacks as you could, and a couple packets of ramen noodles. "This should do it." you paid at the counter, walking out with a huge smile. You walked through the streets, munching on a pocky stick.

"Yummy, yummy yum~" you sang taking stick after stick. You froze when a shadow casted over you. Your head lifted at the man standing on the building just above. "Ah, Stain. You're alright." although you knew your quirk healed his wound last time, he left in such a hurry you couldn't tell if he'd fully recovered. "Why do you look so relieved, are you that naive." you frowned at his statement.

"I just wasn't sure if it worked all the way since you ran off like a scared little kitten last time. " you snapped. You knew what you said would tick him off. What you didn't anticipate was his reaction to said words. In a matter of seconds you were pressed to the wall, your bag of treats forgotten on the floor. He'd lifted one of his blades, pressing it into the side of the wall, right next to your face. His free arm formed a barrier on the other side.

Your eyes widened when he leaned in, a scowl on his lips. "What are your intentions, you said you hated heroes, yet you do an awful lot of heroic deeds." you stiffened when you realized he had to have been following for a while you to know that. Yes, you did hate heroes, but only the corrupted ones. That didn't mean you'd just let bad things happen to innocent people. "Maybe you're just another one of those false heroes, hiding in this broken society." You gritted your teeth, getting into his face.

"I'm not!" you were fuming, and it took you awhile to realize just how close you were to him. You blushed, trying but failing to control it. The close proximity was doing unusual things to your body. If you were honest, since the first time you meant you couldn't stop thinking about him. If you told any of your friends that they would have looked at you like you were a crazy person.

"W-What the hell is wrong with me he's a villain I can't be attracted to him, stop hammering stupid heart!" Something changed in his eyes. His blade faltered and he was staring at you in what appeared to be shock. The weapon clattered to the floor, and something seemed to dawn on you. "Did I...say that out loud.." he didn't answer, just stepped back.

You stayed pressed to the wall, unsure what to say or do.

It couldn't be, this was a trick, it had to be, an illusion. Maybe a side effect of metabolizing your blood. The flustered look on your face assured him that it was reality, not some delusion.

"Fuck." he thought bringing a hand up to the side of his face. The way you were staring at him now made him uneasy. There was too much fondness in your gaze, he couldn't understand it. Couldn't process it. So he did the only logical thing, he took off. You were rooted in your spot. You could have been wrong, but maybe just maybe, he felt just a little of what you did for him. You sighed. Now you would never know, because he'd probably never appear in front of you again.

You busied yourself with chores around the house. You'd finally made your monthly groceries. You were packing your foods and drinks away happily. Relieved that you now had food to get you through the days to come. You pulled out a box, and your eyes lingered on the snack for a while.

"Pocky sticks.." the little treat brought back memories of that night. You hadn't seen him since then. You should have been ecstatic, nothing good could come of getting involved with him. If only you could convince your heart of that. "G-Gyah! What the hell am I moping about? He isn't even that cute! T-Those dumb ruby eyes, and stupid muscled biceps, soft looking lips.." Somehow your cons list turned into a pros list. You face palmed.

"Who am I kidding, the guy is a freaking god in my eyes." you sulked, pissed at your contradicting brain. A knock at your window brought you out of your inner turmoil. You tilted your head, assuming maybe some small animal just accidentally knocked into it. You pulled the curtain aside to investigate, not expecting the man who was on the other side of your window.

"Y-You came back.." well, this was a surprise. You lifted it, cold air greeting you. Your curtains swayed with the blow of the wind, and Stain entered, eyes still studying you. You turned as he now stood in your kitchen. You shifted on your feet. If someone told you before you'd be in such a situation you would have laughed in their face.

"Listen I-" he stopped you, moving into your personal space. Your back ended up hitting the fridge.

He pressed himself to your body and you shivered, not predicting this at all. Both hands had you trapped to the appliance. You closed your eyes. As strong as you were, that one action of his turned your body into putty. You let out a staggering breath. "Go on, scream." Your eyes sprung open and you could see the conflict in his eyes.

He was thoroughly convinced that you felt nothing for him, so he came to prove it. He was..testing you. "He doesn't think that he..deserves it.." maybe he was right. He killed for a living. In no world could that have been okay. But maybe, maybe you could change that. Maybe he just needed someone to guide him down the right track. Someone to let him know that he was more than a ruthless murderer, because when you looked at him that wasn't what you saw.

Your body moved on instinct, leaning into him. In a matter of seconds your lips were firmly pressed to his. Stain all but shut down. For the first time in his life he was paralyzed. His lack of response didn't even phase you. You leaned on your toes, gripping into the clothing on his chest as you kissed him insistently.

He backpedaled, almost crashing into your table. When he regained his footing he groaned. You were still kissing him as if it were the very air you needed to breathe. When he could no longer fight against your advances he returned the kiss. You moaned in the back of your throat, begging for entrance into his mouth. He complied, his tongue meeting your own. You whimpered when he took control of your mouth easily. His tongue rivaling yours. You pulled back, sucking in mouthfuls of air.

A small trail of saliva ran down your chin, and the desperate look on your face to taste him again must have been obvious. He was still catching his breath. "M-More please.." you couldn't believe this. You were begging him. You didn't recognize your own voice. Your hands reached up and instead of asking you just took what you needed the most. Your lips rejoined, groping at his muscled body. All his weapons were in the way. You reached around, unlatching the strap that kept them up.

They fell to the ground with a thud and you were grateful, now you could feel him. He growled at you probing fingers, he pushed you unto the table, luckily there was nothing on it. You stared up, his body hovering over you. Neither of you spoke, just gazed at each other. For a full minute it was like that. You couldn't take it, his stare, it was making heat gather between your legs. You pressed them together, hoping he didn't figure out what just his eyes were doing to you.

"You're mine now, there's no escaping."

You should have been terrified that he was making a claim on you. This entire situation was crazy if you thought about it. Yet you couldn't bring yourself to be afraid. How could you when he was looking at you with so much longing in his eyes. He wasn't the heartless killer everyone thought, and you would make everyone see that.

Right after you kissed him like there was no tomorrow.

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years ago

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Chizuru Town (Part 1)

In the game you wake up on the beach in Chizuru with NO IDEA how you got there.

I have a little fun with it. Enjoy!

“MC!”

The children’s voices were happy and oddly squeaky. They draw you out of unconsciousness. Your body feels a bit cold, and you shiver.

“MC!” They keep calling you. You’re lying face up but their hands are pressed against your back. They keep pushing you from below.

You take a breath and feel the cold shock of water up your nose. The choking sensation makes you want to bolt upright but something is holding you up on the surface of the water. You catch a glimpse of silver grey, rubbery skin. A thin slit in that skin opens and sprays a mist with a sharp whoosh. The children’s voices are replaced by the squealing and whistling of dolphins.

Dolphins! Their sharp pointed fins are cutting through the water. You can see their bright eyes turn to look up at you. The way their mouths curve in their snouts gives them a smile. But they were powerful, insistent creatures. The moment you tried to swim on your own, they pushed you out of the water again.

The salt water in your mouth, the frigid breeze against your sun warmed skin told you this wasn’t a dream. You’d heard stories of dolphins rescuing people before, but you’d never actually thought you’d get to experience being carried on these muscular bodies.

There were more surrounding you. Their sparkling backs broke the surface, no doubt watching. One eventually peeled off and another replaced them and you realized they were taking turns carrying you along. The sun was about halfway across the sky now and you could see the sparkling white sand of a small beach. The beach was only a few yards wide before it hit the seawall. You could climb up the seawall by what looked like stairs that led to a main street.

You gather your arms about yourself. What little clothing had survived the ghost tooth dragon vipers was torn away by the water and water-born debris. You were completely naked. You already were in the country illegally. You couldn’t imagine what would happen if you just showed up completely exposed like this. But how would you get any clothing?

The dolphins didn’t care about this at all. They pressed forward. If they knew anything about humans, it was that humans belonged on land and, for whatever reason, they had made it their mission to get you to the land as soon as possible. They pushed you with their snouts so hard you thought you might bruise and swam so quickly, you formed a wake in the water. You were already weak from fatigue and dehydration. There was no way you could fight them.

So you are pushed like a buoy towards the shore. When the water got too shallow the dolphins were forced to turn back or risk beaching themselves. Still, they swam a close distance away. Your body was shaking at a steady constant rate and the warm sand was irresistible. You lay down and sigh.

After a bit of rest, you pick a shadier spot against the wall, out of the sun and hopefully out of the prying eyes of people walking by. The dolphins follow you, spy hopping and watching. This was all so surreal.

You were supposed to be dead.

Again.

When you were younger, you read a book about a world where there was almost no difference between heaven, hell, and the living world. People died and woke up again to a place they found familiar and only vaguely strange. The book was deliberately unsettling, meant to blur the line between reality and dreams. The protagonist wasn’t sure if he was still alive, in heaven, or in hell, and the reader was not to know either until the end.

You’re feeling this way now. You thought you had died in the Arctic ocean, only to be thrown into a chaotic dragonslaying academy. Now you thought you died, only to wake up to a school of dolphins after nearly getting eaten by a dragon.

How are you alive after all that has happened? Maybe you weren’t alive. Maybe this was hell and you were suffering multiple deaths. The dolphins chattered brightly ahead of you, but now their sounds seemed more like they were mocking you, naked, on the sand alone, alive again with no friends.

There was no sign of Lu Mingfei, Chu Zihang or Caesar Gattuso. Were they saved by dolphins too? Or left to drown and be eaten? Was God only with you and not with them? Your mind starts to form an idea. You can test out this theory. Worst case scenario was that you died for real and you’d long since gotten over that fear.

You stand up and brush the sand off your bare bottom. You would take your time to rest and hide out until night fell and then use the dark to your advantage.

Fatigue made you sleep longer than you wanted. Darkness has truly fallen when you wake up, stiff and achy. A greyish mat of sand has stuck to your whole body. You look back towards the ocean, but the dolphins are gone. You waddle out on wobbly legs and wash the sand away. After so much time in the water, the feel of it on your skin was suddenly abhorrent and you would be happy if you never spent another day in the ocean as long as you lived.

The theory that you’re actually dead and none of this was real was again challenged by how hard it was to make it up the stairs. You were so exhausted, starving and dehydrated that you swayed. You’d give anything for a bowl of hot ramen, served up fresh with a bit of egg floating on top.

You heard a voice cry out. A young couple was out for a stroll and had spotted you. You must look like a monster, hair long and matted and no clothes at all. Sure enough, they back away moaning with trembling voices before turning to run off, screaming something you can’t understand. Further up towards the street, you see bright lights. The smell of vendors cooking street food makes your stomach rumble. You couldn’t be out in the open, but maybe if you got close enough, you could dumpster dive and find some clothes. You sneak behind the back of the nearest building, a stucco box with a small front yard. The young man of the couple returns with a few other people. He’s speaking breathlessly, pointing towards the ocean. Poor guy. No doubt he thought he’d seen some ghost girl come from the ocean. This is probably something that would traumatize him for life.

You hear a small noise next to you. A little black cat is pawing at you. You could barely see it in the shadows. It didn’t care that you weren’t wearing clothes. Its fur was soft and warm and its purrs were comforting. You run your hand over its head and ears and it crawls into your lap. You would have liked to own a cat someday. You always liked them. They were funny and cute and very affectionate like this one. When you raise your eyes, your heart leaps. There are clothes hanging on a clothesline from a house not too far away!

You scramble quickly towards it, careful not to step on anything that might make noise. You check every gap to make sure that no one can see you. Then as soon as you reach the clothing, you carefully yank it off the line. It was just one of the local school uniforms. The white button down top was a bit small, but the wine-colored skirt fits you just fine around the waist. You were only a bit older than Renata when she died so this was probably the outfit of a highschool student.

Your eyes fall on the back door of the house. That’s right, Japanese don’t wear shoes in the house. These shoes were laid out neatly on the rack. You glance around and carefully approach, snatching what you hope will fit you. They’re just the right size, much to your shock. This surprise is enough to send a jolt of happiness through you. Now clothed, you return to the cat and pick it up in your arms and walk out on the street. The first thing you saw was a sign that said, Chizuru.

Before arriving in Japan, Norma, the school AI had told you about a place called Chizuru being a safe haven and to find an Internet Cafe there if you ever got into trouble. The hairs rose on the back of your arms. How could this be possible that dolphins not only save your life, but take you directly to the place that you needed to be? You sang the song that said ‘God is with you’ but it was supposed to be a metaphor right?

You approach a man on the street who looks at you with a stunned expression. “I… excuse…”

Before you can ask anything, he shakes his head again and again and flees from you. “Wait! I need…”

You try again, this time of one of the vendors, an old craggy-faced man who stares at you with a black expression until you give up.

Burned, you just decide to wander around until you see something that looks like an internet cafe. It wouldn’t be in a neighborhood. More likely closer to the city center, on a main street. You head that way, away from the beach and the houses. The city center seems much quieter than you would expect it to be. You stop.

A group of people are standing on the street, five men in black leather jackets displaying flaming Oni masks. One had a wild looking tall mohawk dyed red. His black jeans reached down to black leather boots studded with silver spikes. It was as if the black dragon that tried to eat you had turned human and walked on land.

He turned his head and spotted you. It was too late to hide. His eyes ran up and down the length of you and he grinned, and made a slow whistling noise. You may have been raised in an orphanage but you weren’t that naive to not know what that smile meant. You’d seen it before on some of the staff who liked to take advantage of the older girls there.

So you didn’t need to know the vulgar words coming out of their mouth. You set the kitten down on a nearby trash can and pat it on the head, quietly telling it to stay in Russian. The cat obliged, and started to clean its paws.

In the orphanage, you were taught hand to hand basics until you were strong enough to actually use it in a fight. The trainings were very light against each other and you weren’t allowed to cause injury, but there was no gender splitting. You were only hybrids. Whether you were male or female, it didn’t matter so long as you had dragonblood in your veins.

Because of your background, you didn’t show the same innocent fear that these men may have been accustomed to from someone your age, in that clothing. You stared them straight in the eyes, your arms at your side, not moving forward or back. This nonchalant attitude made them stand there in brief bewilderment. The one with the mohawk was clearly the bolder of the five and he shouted something at you that you don’t understand. You just shake your head.

“I need to find the Internet Café…” You make a gesture with your hands to pantomime typing at a computer. They started to laugh, elbowing each other and nodding. You sigh. You’re so tired and it showed on your face.

Your lack of Japanese and your weary expression was an invitation to attack and they approached you now.

In the orphanage, no one would approach you like this in such a joking manner. Especially not on the training grounds. The Mohawk’s hands were relaxed. He was confident. He wasn’t watching your hands ball into fists as tight as stones and he wasn’t watching the sudden shift in your feet as you moved into a sturdy stance. He reached out with his hand to your elbow. So he was unable to block or dodge your fist that struck him like lightning.

He didn’t just feel pain or stagger back. The man felt flat to his side, straight to the pavement, and he didn’t get up. The eyes of his four friends followed him down with a stunned feeling. You knew that feeling. Like they suddenly found themselves in a fantasy world where a high school girl in a school uniform could knock out a gangster with a single hit?

Maybe this was a fantasy world and you were a fantasy high schooler. After all, you were carrying a cat!

They all turned to you in unison and you attacked the next one, levering back on one leg and slamming him with a kick to the solar plexus. He staggered back, wheezing, curling in on himself, once or twice..

The next one now had the wherewithal to produce a switchblade. He swung it wildly at where your heart should have been, but the blouse was a bit open where it was too tight and he caught a glimpse of the fact that you’re not wearing anything underneath. Your hand caught his wrist and you pulled hard, driving your knee directly into his crotch.

His grip on the knife released as he slowly sank to the ground and you swiped it easily. You give it a toss and catch it by the handle. Now the smile is on your face and there’s no pleasure in it as you stare down the final two gangsters.

One gives up and turns to run, arms pinwheeling comically as his oni mask jacket flapped in the breeze created by his own flight.

The last one was backing away, stumbling over his feet, crawling back upright. And when he does get up, you see something in his hand, shiny and black.

A gun. You hadn’t seen one in a while and you stopped. You couldn’t do anything about this. He just needed to pull the trigger and you were gone. But this was a world where you couldn’t die… right?

A man in a white shirt and black slacks leaped out from behind a car and a bright metal arc gave off sparks as it neatly cut the gun in half. Chu Zihang’s sword then rested its edge on the man’s throat

The man stared at his severed gun in silence a moment before he noticed the blade.

“Senpai!” You joyfully run forward and wrap your arms around Zihang.

Zihang looks bewildered, unsure of what to do. His free hand hovers over your shoulder… head… and then he settles on patting you on the back.

The man at his mercy is trembling in terror at the discovery that this warrior girl in a school uniform somehow has a ‘Senpai’ at all. His companions are already staggering away, one of them limping and bowlegged as he flees.

Chu Zihang raised his hand and rubbed his thumb and fingers together in the universal sign for ‘money’. You stick his tongue out at him.

The man was quick to oblige, tossing him his wallet. Chu Zihang lowered his sword. After examining the contents, he picked out a few bills and handed the man his wallet back but he was already running away.

“Were you just going to let him shoot you?” He asked.

You opened your mouth. “Yes… but!” You raise a finger to halt objections. “I knew something would happen to keep me from dying!”

Chu Zihang shook his head slowly. “Where’s Lu Mingfei and Caesar?”

Your expression sobers. “I don’t know. I was looking for the Internet Cafe…”

He walks over to a vending machine and puts in the money to buy you something to eat. You return to where the cat is resting on the trash can. “What a good kitty!” You whisper, ,gathering it up in your arms.

“You shouldn’t keep that.” The Machine is pouring out noodles with soup broth base. Your stomach rumbles and the cat meows.

“Is there something for Kitty?” You ask.

Chu Zihang sighs again. The man gave the whole wallet, after all. Chu Zihang orders some dried squid for the cat.

In a few moments both you and Kitty are sitting against the building. You’re so hungry that you scald your mouth on the soup, but you don't care. Chu Zihang is silent, still standing guard and watching. With your hunger sated, you look up at him. “You’re the team lead right?”

“Only if I find out Caesar is dead.”

“You think he’s alive? Do you want me to call you boss?”

“No.”

“Okay boss.”

You look up at him and he’s scowling at you, not in the mood for your jokes, or your kitten. “How did you survive?”

“You’re not going to believe this. A pod of dolphins brought me all the way here.”

Much to your surprise he believes you. “That’s true. The dolphins here are very friendly to the locals. In fact there was a story I read about that...”

There was a sudden cacophony of roaring engines. Chu Zihang grabs you and together you duck behind the parked cars. Motorcycles, dozens of them, are all roaring off in one direction, their lights streaming towards a single destination. Among them were vans filled with people with automatic weapons. Right after that, all the lights go out in Chizuru. From the tallest building, to the smallest house, even the lights illuminating the advertisements go dark.

Chu Zihang sighed deep in his chest. “I have a bad feeling Caesar is that way.”

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Fairytale Complex - [Undertale | Sans x Reader]

[Gender Neutral, Frisk's Parent Reader | Slow Burn]

Chapter Seven | Dogsong (Part 1 of 2)

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A strong and persistent, ticklish feeling on your nose wakes you up with a sneeze.

Albeit, your face is far too puffy now for you to even see what's going on, not including the fact that you're not wearing either contacts or glasses presently -- and not that you even remember where your glasses ended up on after you passed out yesterday. It's all one big blur both in terms of your eyesight and your mind. The only few things you remember after waking up in a hospital bed was Sans at the very beginning of it all, along with your aunt arriving with some fresh clothes plus basic toiletries for you to use and change into after a shower. The rest of your memories are muddled to a point where you can't even remember where your belongings are, how long you've slept, or what hour it is.

The pressure you feel on your chest paired up with a few energetic woofs and a lick at your face let you know who's the product of your allergy. Thankfully though, the dog understands when you tell him you have to stand up. He barks again and jumps off of you, giving you freedom to move and try to feel around for your phone.

Doubt hits you when you find it, and you start to wonder if calling anyone's even necessary, keeping in mind that your emergency's mostly a puffy face and an itchy nose, coupled with blurry eyesight.

Surely, you could find your medicine just as you did with your phone, and worst case scenario, you could wait until a nurse or a doctor came around; your allergy wasn't that bad, anyway.

You try to search for the medicine all on your own first, though it results in you having to question the very same root of your problem for help. "Could you help me find my bag?" you ask, facing down with a smile at where you assume the dog's at. How he got inside a hospital room's left unknown to you, but now's not the time to be worrying about that. "It should be around-"

Before you can even finish your sentence, the dog barks once and runs off, becoming an even fainter, white blur as he leaves your side. Soon enough though, he returns with what you assume are your belongings, based on the colour of the bag's material alone, its dark brown contrasting with his white fur. "Thank you," you say, taking the bag from his mouth. You then sit down in bed and rummage through your belongings until you find some allergy pills and a half-drunken, lukewarm, bottled water, plus the new bottle your aunt had brought you. Compared to the one you packed up for yesterday, it's still ice-cold to the touch, and it's twice the size as a regular one.

A yawn, a headache, and a painful stretch intervene with your mission, so you decide to wash up first before taking any medicine. Countless hours of sleep meant lethargy was just around the corner were you to be tempted to lay down again, so you stumble your way to the bathroom and freshen yourself up, a daily routine adjusted to go by quicker when you hear the door of your room open and the dog bark at the new visitor. Happy woofs inform you you're not in any sort of danger, though you could still use whatever company there's waiting for you with how long it feels since you've last had a talk with someone unrelated to how your health was doing and what happened back at the bus.

"Hey, bud. What're ya doing 'ere? You know (Y/N)'s allergic to you."

"Woof-woof!"

The exchange between the new voice and the dog are the first few words you can hear while you wrap things up, though the dog runs back to your side as soon as you open the door and return to your bed.

"Don't," the visitor warns, whistling for the dog to approach him and chuckling when he runs off to his side. "You're gonna get 'em hospitalized again if you keep doin' this."

The dog distracts himself with the visitor while you take your pills and down them with some water. All that's left is to find your glasses while your face recovers, though as much as you try searching for them or your other alternative, you can't find them among all the other items scattered inside. Most first aid items are felt tampered with, bringing forth the unwanted memory of what you'd been through yesterday and how you were still well under recovery.

"Good mornin', (L/N). Dunno how that doggo got here, but I'll make sure he doesn't break in again."

Another recognizable blur -- made up mostly of blue, black, and white smudges -- shows up in front of you and crouches to meet with your face. Weren't he so used to wearing such similar colours and casual outfits all the time, you would have a harder time distinguishing him beyond that of his low voice and New York accent. He scoots a bit closer and reaches out for your face, hands brushing with your ears as he slips on your glasses for you. It's as clear as day he's already regretting what he's done, judging by the way his gaze averts from yours when you're able to see clearly again.

"You alright? Your allergy's lookin' worse than yesterday's." While it's initially unclear as to why he hesitated after putting on your glasses for you, just one closer look through all the puffiness of your face lets you see a faint, microscopical hint of red on his cheekbones. "...Sorry 'bout touchin' you like that, by the way. Dunno what got into me, but, uh-"

"You mean you putting on my glasses for me?"

"Yeah -- That was way outta hand of me. Sorry if that made you uncomfortable."

You take a second to think over what he means with that -- mind still processing everything as quickly as an old desk computer -- until you remember how his brother tried to set you both up a while back.

If that was enough to get the one being set up all worked up around you even for the most trifling matters, you can't imagine how the monster's feeling now that he's taken such an intimate initiative with you, considering he could've simply offered you the glasses rather than slip them on for you. "That's okay." You snicker, dismissing his worry with a smile. "It's no big deal, really."

"Still, that was wrong of me." He smiles back at you, though that expression soon fades as he dwells deeper and longer into what's happened. "I did that without your knowledge, and we're not even friends yet. I took that, uh, incident back at the park too close to heart, so I'm not really sure what to do anymore or how close I should act with you." Sans takes a hand to the back of his neck, sighs, and rubs at it, inadvertently sitting next to you in bed as he contemplates the situation while facing the floor. "I need to tell Paps to stop settin' us up anymore in the future. Not only is it unfair for you with all the stuff you have goin' on. But well... I'm not too sure about what being in a relationship entails, either. I mean, seriously -- Being set up like this's really not my thing. Maybe it's different for others, but I just can't date a person or go out with 'em unless I'm real close to 'em." His shoulders stiffen, and he looks up at you with widened irises and a meek grin. "God, I'm… I'm not even sure why I'm tellin' you all this, though. It's-"

Remembering Papyrus's request, you intervene with, "Can I kiss your cheek, uh… bone? Maybe you could sort out your feelings a bit more if you try it."

Seemingly at a loss for words, the skeleton nods as a response.

You move a bit closer to him and press a quick kiss on his cheekbone, keeping all other limbs aside to prevent touching him anywhere else. His face turns a bit hotter now, similar though not as noticeable as when humans blush, so you assume he's going through the same thing despite those subtle differences. He looks away when you move back, though he faces you again when you ask, "How did that feel?"

There's a long beat of silence between you, until he eventually breaks it with, "It felt nice."

"Like in a platonic sort of sense, or otherwise?"

"...I'm not sure."

You hum and lose yourself in your thoughts, motivated by the kiss and his reaction to it. His body language is either good enough to mask any further embarrassment; that, or he just really didn't feel anything out of the ordinary when being kissed on the cheekbone. You try to think back on past experiences and remember how Jerry was a lot shyer than you when it came to being upfront and honest about your feelings with each other. Both your appearances deceived in that aspect, as your roles in twelve grade were like those of a high school movie clique: Jerry was a popular soccer athlete back then, while you were the quiet and lonesome nerd in charge of the library. You kissed him first though, and you were the first to admit your feelings for him after you discovered you liked both boys and girls alike.

"Well, how about this," you speak up, gaining his attention again. "Could you imagine yourself doing anything romantic with any of your past crushes, like kissing, hugging, or just… full-on making out?"

"Hard pass on the last one. Don't think I can imagine myself doing somethin' like that with someone -- unless I'm maybe really, really close to 'em. Other than that, well… I guess I wouldn't mind doin' all that other stuff."

"So if we both had a crush on each other, would you see yourself on a date with me? If you can't use me as an example, imagine someone else you're more comfortable with."

He looks away again. Still, he nods. "Just with none of that steamier stuff. I've heard some of my co-workers up here say they're all about this and that, and how often they do stuff like that with their partner, but I just can't really see myself in a situation like that one -- Or just… Not yet, at least."

"That's normal, then. Intimate stuff like that isn't for everyone." Your smile grows at the feeling that you're making progress with Papyrus's request. "Some are just fine with what you said, and others don't even have a need for romance in their lives. Just like marriage and children aren't for everyone, romance and sexual intimacy aren't, either."

"Thanks," he says, meeting your eyes with a less tense gaze of his own. "How did ya learn 'bout this kinda stuff, by the way? I think maybe Alphys and Undyne know a bit about this themselves, but, uh… I never had the guts to talk to 'em."

You grin. "So you ask a complete stranger about it?"

Thankfully, he knows you're joking and follows up to it by jabbing your side with his elbow. "You caught me in a vulnerable state."

"How so?" you ask, scooting closer on instinct.

"Things are different here at the Surface," he replies, suddenly wistful. "When you passed out yesterday, that reality hit me, and so I kinda just… froze at the thought of losing you."

"How's it different down there? Does… Does that mean if I were there, I wouldn't die as easily as I would here?"

"Not exactly. There's just a different system down there, and it helps strong-willed humans have a second chance and more at life."

"But strong-willed could mean both good people and not, right? How would you deal with bad ones, if it came to it?"

"That's where the whole situation with your kid takes place. It's not that we wanted to hurt 'em, but that there were plenty of factors that made us view humans as a threat back then. It was them who taught us there's another way around it. But then again, I think those points you've made're important, and that you really shouldn't just forgive us outta-"

"Time's up, mister Serif. The patient has other people who want to see them."

Nearly disheartened by how time runs short, you end it on that and make a (metaphorically) telepathic note to continue with the conversation during your tour, something you both agree on with a nod. There would be plenty of time to talk about that there, though that's not to say you don't want to have all that information discussed right here and now. "I don't think I've said this before, so… Thank you for all your help. I'm not sure I'd even be here if you hadn't been there at the bus for me." You pause and smile. "Friendly hug?"

Sans chuckles and sits down again. "Friendly hug." He takes up your offer faster than the first two times since you first met him. It feels far more natural now, almost as if the previous two had been reciprocated to, but with that doubt still on his mind, weighing him down. "This's probably really damn weird, but you're kinda… comfortable to hug."

"Okay, yeah. That's kinda weird." You laugh. "Comfortable as in soft or warm or-"

"Comfortable as in I could easily fall asleep on you if you keep huggin' me like this. But yeah -- That's probably the reason why."

"So you'd say you like cuddling, then?"

"Definitely better than all that other stuff."

"See that?" You let go of him and let your smile grow. "You're understanding yourself more already. That's good!"

"Is it? I thought I was too old for that."

"Oh, come on." You judge him. "You're a science wiz, aren't you? People all experience things differently and at different stages. You're being rude to yourself. Just give yourself a chance to grow and understand yourself a little more!"

"I'd hate to break you two up, but people are waiting outside."

You both freeze at the sound of the nurse's voice being so close now. She's standing nearby now rather than simply waiting by the doorway, an observation that makes you question just when she'd come closer and how much she'd heard you talk as a result. Still, she doesn't appear fazed nor bothered by anything, so you take it she'd either just arrived at your side or had found a way not to overhear while she waited.

"The doctor should be here soon, so we have to cut your visits short."

In compliance to her words, you wrap your conversation up with the skeleton and tell him you'll message him over your next tour date. You would need a little more time to recover now, so it would only be common sense to check through your schedule, sort things out with your job, and manage how you would deal with Frisk's school days and homework. The monsters were already doing you plenty of favours, and yet you only knew two of them in person, three if you counted how often you talked with Toriel through phone and video calls despite not visiting her home to this day. Asking them for any more help than what they were already giving was out of the question.

Even if such fantasy-like beings existed, that didn't mean they were as magically potent as most books made them out to be. At the end of the day, they were living, breathing beings just like you, with lives of their very own and troubles just like any other human being you knew. What made you different were your appearances and customs, and even then that was something that could be overlooked with due time and mutual understanding, as it isn't as important as who they are and what they do to live each day like you did with your own.

"Let me know if ya need help with Frisk's school," Sans says, already standing near the doorway. "You can't recover if you don't look for help."

And with that, he leaves.

Whether you were an open book or he a mind reader, you can't tell for certain, but if there's one thing you could use presently, it's words like those.

You barely have a chance to say thank you as other visitors step inside, some familiar and some not.

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