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milaisreading · 11 months ago

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hHello how have you been? I hope it's ok

mI really like your writing, can you see how Blue Lock reacts to a transvesti Y/n who seems to be dating someone, but it turns out that he is just her best friend?Preferably, each team reacts separately, with their respective coaches

YI hope you can do it, if not, nothing happens

🌱🩷: Sure! I am guessing u mean like trans!Reader here (M to F), since we use a similar word in Bosnian to the one u wrote me. Hope u like it!

Warnings: In this case reader uses she/her, since it is a M to F version. Requests are open.

⚽️Blue lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura ⚽️

BM:

Kaiser: Who was that guy? Hmm hmm?

Ness: I want his address, full name, and phone number, now.

Yn, blinks in confusion at the omniscient aura around Kaiser and Ness: What guy? And what do you need that all for, Ness?

Isagi: The dude you were at the mall with! Kurona and I saw you!

Kurona aggressively nodded his head as Kunigami cracked his knuckles. He looked more solemnly than usual.

Yukimiya, smiling menacingly: Just tell us who it is.

Hiori: We just want to talk to him :3

Gagamaru: The world is a dangerous place, and we just want to make sure you are safe.

The girl blinked a few times when it finally hit her who they were talking about.

Yn: That is my-

Noa, trying to be calm: Listen, child, I know you are young and probably want a boyfriend, which is fine-

The rest: No, it's not!

Noa, ignores them: But, it's also very dangerous for you, so we need to make sure you are safe-

Yn: That wasn't my boyfriend. That was my best friend you saw me with, he always helped me pick out dresses and skirts that suit me.

Ness: Best friend or not, we still-

Yn: And he has a boyfriend.

The team grew silent for a moment, then their faces flustered from the embarrassment.

Kaiser: We knew that.

Isagi: Yeah, we were just joking.

Kurona: Thank God, I still have a chance

Yukimiya as he nudges Kurona: You mean I do.

Hiori:Dream of it, I am the perfect candidate

Kunigami: I can protect her better, though

Ness and Gagamaru: We can do the same!

Noa, starts shielding the concerned Yn from them: Stay back. All of you.

PXG:

Yn: Why do Shidou, Rin, and Charles look like they want to murder someone?

Loki, not even paying attention to the trio: Yn, I need his name and phone number. We need to make sure that we do a good background check on him.

Yn in major confusion: On who?

Karasu: Listen up, we saw you two, there is no need to pretend he doesn't exist. We just wan to... talk

Yn: Who?!

Tokimitsu: That boyfriend of yours. We saw you 2 shopping the other day

After a minute of thinking, it finally clicks in her head.

Yn: You mean my best friend?! We were shopping for his boyfriend's birthday present!

After a good 2-3 minutes of silence Loki spoke up, clearly embarrassed by this misunderstanding

Loki: Oh... that's good then

Charles: Still, stay away from guys who aren't from this facility

Shidou, puts an arm around her shoulder: Preferably stay around just me

Rin: You stay away from her!!

Karasu: Get off, Shidou

Tokimitsu: Don't scare her!

Manshine City:

Chris: Yn, you are like daughter to me, ok?

Yn, unsure where this is going: Ok?

Chris:That's why it's my job to intimidate every guy who approaches you wrong

Yn: Aha...

Chigiri: I just have one question. Why him? What does he have that I don't?

Yn: That's 2 questions. And who are you talking about?

Reo: We know about your boyfriend! Do you know how heartbroken I feel right now?

Yn: Boyfriend?

Nagi: I saw you with him at the convenience store the other day. You should be prof that I didn't punch his teeth out then and there.

Yn:???

Chris: Just tell us who he us, we won't do anything

The trio: Yes we will!

Yn: That... that was my best friend... he already has a boyfriend...

Chris: Oh...

Chigiri, falls to his knees: Thank God!

Reo, embarrassed by this: We knew that! Hahaha this was just a prank!

Nagi: Thank God you didn't lose your taste in men yet

Yn: -_-'

Ubers:

Yn: Can Sendo and Aiku stop blocking the exit? And why are you two so mad? *looks over at a glaring Barou and Lorenzo*

Yn: Never mind, why is Lorenzo mad? Barou is usually like this.

Barou: Don't change the subject!

Snuffy: Barou is right. Aryu told us he saw you with a guy the other day. What's that about?

Lorenzo: Whoever he is, he is a no good. I can already tell

Yn:??? What guy?

Aryu, looking offended: The guy who picked your hair care and skin care products. Why pick him when you have me?

Niko: That's not the point now. Just tell us his name.

Yn is silent for a moment.

Yn: That was my best friend you saw. We were buying a care set for his boyfriend.

Aiku:... Oh, thank you God it was nothing serious then.

Sendou: Should have told us so earlier. I was about to punch someone

Snuffy, pats her head: Well, that's a relief little lady. Stay away from the guys we don't know

Lorenzo nods in agreement, relieved by the information

Barou: You worried me sick, you idiot!

Yn: How is it my fault you all jumped to conclusions

Niko: You are looking too much into it now

Aryu, flips his hair dramatically: I was about to make a presentation why I would be a better shopping buddy... and boyfriend

The rest: Absolutely not!

Yn: Calm down....

Barcha:

Yn, flinching as Bachira's hug grew tighter: I... what is going on?

Bachira: I just missed ya!

Otoya, trying to pull him off: Don't change the subject now. Tell us who he is.

Lavinho, looking serious for once: Otoya is right, little lady. We won't hurt anyone, we just want to talk to him

Bachira: Speak for yourself!

Yn: Who?

Oroya: The guy I saw you with the other day. You two looked really close.

Yn: That... that is my best friend, Otoya. And he has a boyfriend...

Lavinho: ... Well then, good to hear that. So I don't have to scare anyone?

Yn: What?

Otoya: And I don't have to stalk anyone down?

Yn: What?!

Bachira: So, I also don't have to let my monster know about this? He can be quite bloodthirsty

Yn: WHAT?!

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fanficfanatic000 · 8 months ago

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(Handmade for me) E.M.5

Eddie Munson x best friend plus sized

reader 18+ don't read if a minor

Trigger warning ( read if you dare )

Summary(Reader is a plus sized young adult female Who lived in Hawkins her whole life was a outcast in school only has three friends Robin. Steve and eddie. But your best friend is eddie munson. Just your friend right???...You work at a bar as a bartender usually serving drinks from rugged bikers to just turned twenty one first drinkers... until that night.... when it all when wrong......)

He held the doors for you And you were inside he sat you in the front row and he went to the back preparing for the show and you saw her walk in wearing a tiny black skirt with a pink top damn you forgot all about that.... your gut wrenched and heavy it feels like you're burning alive5 minutes have gone by and they finally are called to the stage ",now ladies and gentlemen welcome the corroded coffen!!!!" Your stomach in knots Then they walked out the spot lights making Eddie's hair shine and his veins popping from holding the guitar he grabs the microphone with his left hand they played two songs one about how band life is the other about living life but there's one left eddie looks around in the crowd and says "this one goes out for a very special lady of mine"....They started to play but all you could focus on was Eddie's vocals "I wanna be your vacuum cleaner breath in your dust.

He was talking about her that's why he told her about tonight.. the air sucked from your lungs. Tears began to fall so you ran the fuck out that door. You sat on the sidewalk trying to stop but it just wouldn't..You lean against the brick wall it was cold really cold and you were wearing a tank topA breeze blew through your hair and you stopped crying and you were ready to go back inside you walk in and you see him talking to her close to the stage but his eyes fell on you from across the room the girl facing him then he started walking towards you hastily.. the girl left there.. "Soo Uh what did ya think??" He said his eyes on the floor. His hands playing with his rings.. "you guys rocked like always!."You say enthusiastically like you werent just crying.. he looks up and tilted his headHe smirked awkwardly "no i mean..... what did you think about the.... song??" You searched him for what he meant. Reading his body language nervous. His face Slightly red. His pupils blown out "oh the song... it was great.... she probably loved it..." his eyes go wide and his blushing replaced with confusion "wait what are you talking about... she probably loved it?? " you're so much more confused now.. you gesture your hand to her "eddie im not stupid.. you invited her.. and i heard her talking about you at my work.... its great for you edds.. shes pretty and im happy for you." You fake a smile at him. But his face didn't reply.. it looked kinda upset but also embarrassed.. he put his hand on your hand. His hand warm and she feeling "that wasnt meant for her..."He gulps "it was meant for you..." his eyes dropped to the floor and his face fell even more.. he wrote that for you not her....."I know we are friends but i just wanted to tell you for so long even when you dont feel the same...." You Not Feel The Same?Yeah right... "Eddie i-i do feel that way.. you've been driving me fucking craz–"He grabbed you by the hips and pulled you against him facing you. His eyes on your lips "can i kiss you?" You crashed your lips to his. His taste intoxicating and sweet You pull back realizing he smells like weed "whats wrong y/n?" He looks for an answer "eddie are you high?" His blown pupils looking at you "No‐" he says no but all signs pointing to yes makes you think otherwise "i should get home..." You run from his grasp but he followed you and wouldn't leave.. "i-mm not high princess!" He pleaded you stop and give him the all knowing look "really you eddie not high at all.." "no not a bit not at all"You still can't believe him not when he has a girl like her to like him..

Part 6 out now or soon

#fandom #eddie munson #eddie x fem!reader #eddie x you #eddie munson lives #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie #fanfic #stranger things 4 #eddie munson x plus size reader #Handmade for me em #Spotify

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bunnymermaidsblog · 1 year ago

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Hi @writerfae ! If you accidentally saw this for 0.1 seconds because tumblr was mean to me, no you didn't! Remember when we talked about Aiden babysitting Ákos and him going blank? Remember how I said how much I loved it? Guess what I wrote!

Aiden, Henry, Kara, Talon, Hela, Maya and Callan (hope that's all of them) belong to @writerfae . If you want me to take this down for any reason, just tell me, and I will, since they are your characters.

Ákos, Adél and Endre belong to me.

Sulking after babysitting

Summary: After his day with Ákos didn't go quite well, Aiden is sulking in the garden. Why does Henry always feel the need to get involved when he's upset?

Shaded blue clouds slithered across the orange sky like little snails. There was no wind, just a breeze. It bearly made the grass move while Aiden lie in it, Kara hopping in circles next to him.

"Can I join you?"

Aiden sighed as his brother sat, even before getting the question out.

Henry blinked, trying to catch the kid's eye. He instead caught sight of the sharp jawline of a young man as Aiden turned his head away. That was fine. He'd always be a kid to Henry.

"Ákos is okay. You know that, right?"

"I do" he answered nonchalantly.

"Then why are you sulking out here?"

"I am not-!" Aiden began, but stopped himself mid-shout.

His brother smiled a little. He just confirmed his suspicion.

Aiden flipped onto his stomach, burying his face in the grass. The ground smelled fresh and earthy, ants and worms working tirelessly underneath.

Henry hummed trying to decide what to say next. Kara flew over and booped him on the forehead, glad that someone was finally talking to her hatchling, and got she a head scratch as a symbol of gratitude.

"What... happened exactly?"

"He told you guys, actually" Aiden said to the dirt, voice muffled.

The tips of the grass were tinted orange in this light.

Henry shook his head:

"All he said, all any of you said is that he forgot he wasn't in the Black swamp, and he froze. I get that Adél and Endre knew what that meant, but I can only speculate"

He put a hand on Aiden's back, right under his shoulder blade, the lulling sensation of the tuch spreading warm, slow and sweet as honey. His little brother finally turned his head to look at him. He looked horrible, like he hadn't slept in days, which Henry knew wasn't true.

"Nothing happened really...he just... We were out, playing in the woods, seeing who could find the longest stick"

Ákos kept jumping arund, picking up all sorts of branches, pointing at all the trees asking what kind they were. Aiden happily hopped alog, finding sticks of his own, while answering: that's an oak tree, that's walnut, that's another oak... that is also an oak. They were both having fun! Then...

"Ákos found a stick. A long one! Like, twice his height!" Aiden said, strething his arm forward to showcase the size, smilig, as if he was the kid they were talking about.

Henry leaned back on his hands, sighing contently at the image, even when he knew what was coming.

"He must have been excited"

"He was!" Aiden beamed... then the smile went away again "But when he was waving it around he must have dislodged a branch that was caught up in the leaves and it slapped him on the chest. Not even that hard! It didn't leave a mark, or anything! I checked!"

Under any other curcumstance Aiden would have snorted below the leaves that let through the light of the morning sun, thinking nothing of the little brach smacking the kid. He would have waved at Ákos to folow him and continued walking. Except, he inexplicably felt his throat tighten just a little, the bitter taste of an unripe apple appearing in his mouth.

He was struck with the urge to take a better look at the child, so he did, his cape twisting around his body at his quick turn-around, panick building up in his stomach. Right then Ákos sat down on the ground like the lid of a chest falling closed.

The little boy's big, brown eyes, shiny acorns drilled into a skull that normally wouldn't stop moving around lest they miss something interesting were familiarly unseeing.

Aiden felt like his heart was being cut through with string.

"He wouldn't answer to anything I said or did" he told Henry.

Ákos looked so much like Aiden's father in that moment. Aiden called out his name again and again at different volumes. Slowly, like the air was made of mud he put his hand on the small, rund face, all the while narrating exactly what he was doing.

"So, I took him back home"

Ákos was limp when Aiden picked him up, like he was no more than the fabric of his clothes. He didn't tighten his hold on his neck the slightest, when Aden helped his arms over his own shoulders, even though that would have been the natural reaction. To hold onto something when your legs are hanging off the ground like swings. It was almost like Ákos' soul left his body.

Aiden still kept talking to him.

He was quick to realize the why of the reaction. Even if every single one of them was too occupied with the exciting discovery of the existence of other worlds (for example one where they worshiped doves) they still got the basics of echothers' stories. Their new friends knew how Aiden and the others beat the Knights of the Alder, like Aiden and his friends knew how their old friend betrayed them, and almost killed Ákos by pushing him down into what was the most horrific place on the other world.

"I...I couldn't come up with anything better, so I just took him home, and set him on your old bed and held his hand and talked and waited!"

The boy's skin was soft like newly grown leaves. Aiden ran his thumb over his knuckles in a cirkle again and again, to let him know that he was there.

Even getting no answers he still kept talking. About anything. He told Ákos about the neighbour's cat and her kitten from his childhood, about how he got his eyebrow scar and Henry still laughs about it, so to retaliate Aiden mocks his cooking in return.

He talked about his mom and her apple tree.

He told the kid that he could stay wherever he was in the forest of his thoughts as long as he needed to, but to know that when he wanted to come out he'd be safe to do so.

That he was literally a world away from that horrible place and that horrible girl... and even if he wasn't Aiden wouldn't let anything happen to him.

He kept talking and holding his hand. Ákos remained still throughout it all, blinks way too slow.

They sat like that for hours.

Henry smoothed down the grass under his palm.

"But he came out eventually, no?"

Aiden tiltied his head on the green pillow of nature, signaling "yes."

It was afternoon by the time that happened. Aiden had moved onto reading stories from Henry's old book, because he ran out of things to talk about, and he was halfway through the thing.

He was starting to get worried, because it was one thing (still a horrible, gut-wrenching thing) for his father, a grown man to not eat for a whole day, but Aiden had not the slightest idea what that might do to a child's health.

Then Ákos started tilting his head around.

Aiden froze. Once again moving both slowly and quietly as a falling feather he placed the book down and grasped the tiny hands with his own.

The boy's eyes were moving too, just bearly, but Aiden saw, and he was getting so hopeful, so happy. Still, he knew from experience to stay calm. That Ákos wasn't fully in control yet. The kid blinked, going cross-eyed for a moment then blinked again, trying to focus on Aiden, who kept talking.

"That's it! Just look at me! I'm right here! You're doing great! Good job!" He applauded when the kid finally managed to look at him, still tired, still as if a strong gust of wind could blow him back to where he came from. It took him a minute to become fully alert.

Aiden snorted, nearly inhaling the grass in front of his nose.

"The first thing he asked me was "I am not in the Black swamp anymore, right?" Can you believe that? What was that place like, for him to still have to be reassured that he's not there? He's 10!"

Henry drew his knees up to his chest and hugged them like a stuffed toy. 'Poor kid.'

"Then what did you do?" He asked, keeping his voice calm, soft like a spiders do with their beautiful webs.

Aiden thought about it.

"Talked more"

First, he asked Ákos if this has happened before. He did not expect to be drowned in apologies and reassurances that "It's fine! It just happenes sometimes! I am really sorry I scared you and ruined our day!" Aiden had to stop him by the end, because:

1. He was getting worked up, and Aiden didn't want Ákos to cry.

And:

2. As Aiden told him "Don't apologize! It's okay, even if I was scared for a while. But it's normal! And in no way your fault"

After that he could see that Ákos was uncomfortable. But it was still so sweet! Tha kid was constantly trying to make Aiden feel better! To be happy for him. He would have even gone on another walk in the woods if his favorite babysitter asked, but to Aiden it was pretty clear that he didn't really want to do that just yet.

Being the great caretaker he was, he also knew very well that (ordinarily) if Ákos gets left without entertainment for long things just weren't going to work out.

Conclusion?

Do things in the house!

What did they do?

Aiden honestly wasn't sure this was going to work. Still he came up with a game where Ákos had to tell him, if he was a seer what would his visions be?

Ákos was all over this.

He touched a chair and said he saw the family of the tree it was carved from being burned down.

Aiden didn't know that Ákos could have a morbid imagination when he wanted to but he honestly didn't mind.

The child patted Kara's small, feathery skull. When Aiden asked if he got any interesting visons from that the answer was:

"No. She's just a sweet bird mom!"

Aiden had blinked for a moment before remembering that they were just playing and Kara wasn't going to actually lay eggs.

"Then by the time that evening came he calmed down, so we went to meet up with you guys. That was it"

Aiden sighed, finishing the tale.

A leaf got blown off a tree and glided towards them, doing cartwheels as it did so before landing on the younger's brow, concealing his vision like an amature eyelid.

"Well, then!" Henry clapped, palms scratching against each other "Ákos is okay, and it sounds like your day at least didn't end terribly, and I just saw him inside, deafening Talon with his unending questions! Bless that child! So, the only question remaining is" He leaned above Aiden, spying the curly locks of brown hair intently, before removing the leaf from his eyes, throwing it elsewhere"Why are you sad?"

"I am not sad"

"Aiden!" Henry said, voice hard like the strongest wood.

"Okay, fine! The moment after I saw him fall onto his butt...Just for a second, then I realized how dumb I was being, and I actually started helping the kid! But maybe for just a second I thought..."

A bug merrily climed from the grass onto Aiden's finger.

He bit his lip, hard, not wanting to let out the words from their teethy prison.

"First dad, now Ákos, who next? When will you all start dropping like fruit-flies?"

His breath came out harsh at that moment, like an oncoming storm. It scared the little bug so bad, it scurried back to where he came from.

Henry almost started ripping out the grass himself, their mother's words to be kind to nature being the only thing stopping him, until his little brother took a deep, long breath.

Aiden propped himself up with one arm, getting into a sitting position, blades of grass falling off of him like rain.

"But it was just for a second, and I know how silly that is. That would never happen, so there's no need for you to look at me with the "worried big brother" face!"

Henry quickly changed his teary-eyed expression as Aiden dropped back onto his stomach.

The grass underneath them was soft, but spiky in certain arias. The younger one hoped they weren't sitting on an anthill.

Henry looked forward for a minute, away from Aiden. The trees in the distance looked black, painted with ink, scratching the watercolors of the sky.

"Ákos isn't going to get swallowed by his pain as father did. None of us are going to let that happen, least of all him" Henry said finally. Then, he smirked "I mean, who do you think asked me "Could you make sure that Aiden isn't too sad? I know he said he wasn't... but maybe he is, and I don't want him to be"?" Henry asked mimicking the ten year old's way of speaking, strething the words as long as he could, like he was still processing something compelling while he talked.

His brother lifted his head for one second. Looked at him. Turned it back toward the grass, then banged it against the ground wishing it weren't that soft:

"I told him not to worry!" He cried.

"Congratulations! You have younger siblings!" Henry sang.

Aiden groaned, but it wasn't funny this time, because bearly noticeably at the end the sound spilled into a sad, hurt wine.

Henry played with the martial of his brown pants, scratching at the texture, pulling at it for a minute. After tapping it a final time he reached for the other boy.

"Come here" he said, pulling his little brother from the ground, then sitting him into his lap as much as he could fit. Kara started flying above them in circles, her road different each time.

Aiden gave a single shuddering breath, pressing his eyes against the older's shoulder. They were just a tiny bit wet, like morning dew.

"We won't all suddenly get permenantly locked into our minds and leave you alone to pick up the pices"

To Aiden Henry's shirt seemed to smell of leaves and Callan's honey soap.

"You. Don't. Know. That" he forced out the admission, like he was trying to hack up a boulder.

Alongside each word he pulled on Henry's shirt then hit him on shoulder. The older gladly took it. It bearly even hurt.

He glanced back at the castle, where inside their friends were probably wondering where they had gone off to. He gripped Aiden tighter.

"Just... think about it" he smiled for him, just like when they were kids "Just... look, when we were children it was just us two. Sure there was Hazel and her mom and I'm grateful for them, but aside from that it was just us"

The wind finally picked up petting their hair lightly. Henry followed it's example with Aiden. His brother hummed.

"But now you have so many more people you can rely on! Hela most certainly isn't depressed!" Aiden snorted in his arms "Callan is doing great, and he loves you! Not to mention Maya and Talon! And, of course, we mustn't forget our inter-dimensional friends and honorary family!" Henry glaced at the last gold line on the sky, and he swallowed, making sure his voice wouldn't break on the next person "And... I am not going away again either"

Aiden let go of his shirt and let his hands down, his arms limp like leaves of willow. Finally, the only color that was left for the sky from the sun was a pink bouquet of roses.

"I wonder..." Henry perked up when he noticed that his brother's voice was back to being cheerful "How hard was it for you to include Talon in that lineup?"

Henry pushed him back onto the grass.

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I really enjoyed writing this, and for that I have your wonderful story to thank, as well as our conversations about our ocs that are very dear to me.

I hope everyone is in character. I wasn't sure whether Aiden would be this openly upset, but he had a stressful day, so who knows? Also, i think when he's talking about how Ákos is far away from the swamp and that he wouldn't let anything happen to him, Aiden actually just told me to write that.

Please tell me what you think!

#my ocs #not my oc #writing #crossover

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quietbluejay · 24 days ago

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Flight of the Eisenstein 5

okay this is cool

under the cut because it's a bit gross

spooky~ and then Garro snaps back to reality

and it gets into the compartment with the dead bodies the guys who got killed by the life eater virus and the zombies somehow get through the steel walls and into the rest of the ship…

apparently, somehow, some of them were slurry and some weren't oh hey plague marine grulgor

grulgor: don't you think im pretty meanwhile Garro is screaming internally because WHAT is going on here Garro to himself: fight now, existential crisis (part 3) later

when I did Vengeful Spirit I made the joke about Grulgor grulging over everything I guess it's happening again anyways i know Grulgor was basically created for readers to hate him so I'm liking him out of spite justice4grulgor

honestly it'd be pretty hard to set up a rival to Captain Cardboard that I didn't root for Nooooooo Decius is dead :(

har har har lmao the sword gets stuck in grulgor

wait Ignatius Barbarus has become Catholic

and that's when the gellar field starts failing I'm kind of ??? because if it wasn't before then how'd these guys get onboard okay whatever Garro orders for them to immediately get out of the warp even though they don't know where they are

and they come out in the middle of empty space

Voyen (the apothecary) is especially bothered by things and the navigator died of shock

lol lmao

OH DECIUS IS STILL HANGING ONTO LIFE everyone else who fought the zombies is dead Voyen: it might be better to put Decius out of his misery Garro blows up at Voyen and accuses him of just wanting to brush the whole incident under the rug and get rid of everything, which genuinely hurts Voyen

Voyen storms off

anyways Qruze is here with a list they got about 60 astartes on board if i'm reading this right Garro insists on putting Decius on the list even though he's in a coma after all they said HE wasn't combat ready and look at him now they depressingly think on everyone who must be dead by now on isstvan qruze and garro have a dick measuring contest about who is the older one then they start commiserating with each other blah blah it's the fault of blind obedience again also whyy would horus defy his father qruze also found out that there's a group of emperor worshippers on the ship and tells garro to join them oh hey Sindermann POV he narrates about what mersadie is up to and uh, why aren't we seeing this from Mersadie's POV anyways she's now documenting the lectitio groups

i realize this is a bit nitpicky but i've definitely been picking up on some vibes to how Swallow writes women that I'm not a fan of damsels in distress, they're all uniformly beautiful in a delicate feminine way we don't actually get their POVs i'm also recalling how the SoS were written in The Buried Dagger i may also be biased because i've heard some bad stuff about how Swallow wrote the SoB books it is secondhand tbf and from an unhinged biased source but he did provide direct quotes

TemplarWarden: I mean I was going say perhaps he just can't write women… but why would he be the one to write sob books then… me: you think BL would care if a writer could write women before assigning them to write SoB book?

LoreLover: I'm just imagining the Emperor hearing about this later and just dead panning, "You say I did what?"

yay like okay i know it's not to my personal taste whatever but why do we need so much about the emperor worship that's just retreads also uh "gone was the defiant but directionless young woman" keeler seemed to have some pretty good direction before like you don't git gud enough as a photographer to become an official remembrancer without some serious direction

no that sounds like you have a crush

anyways i guess the cult of terra as it's now called has been growing exponentially because it was really easy for them to find this group

you know i'd say you're not the Emperor's type but I think Sindermann might actually be the Emperor's type then garro shows up and everyone gets nervous

time for them to finally talk

again i get the feeling that the writer REALLY wanted to do a romance

keeler: you've always been the Emperor's will made flesh uwu back up on deck, Voyen made inventory and they have about 5 months of food and it's maybe 7 months to anywhere

so Garro wants to go, put up all their shields to max, and then jettison and blow up their warp drive which will set out a huge signal to anyone in the area

in both the materium and immaterium i am but a humble reader i shall refrain from commenting on whether this makes sense or not

voyen takes out his gun

i wish he'd shot him urrgh voyen is a much better character than garro and i have a feeling he won't survive this

and then we get a swallow classic 4 pages of spaceship doing something description man this guy loves his ships

OwO what's this so the mysterious mind is plotting a route to get there back on the Eisenstein, various systems are failing and everything is now cold and covered in frost Garro writes out a chronicle of everything that happened until now also more and more people are attending keeler's sermons including some astartes

TemplarWarden: The 60 astartes, that for some reasons aren't traitor astartes despite all the loyalist astartes being sent to Istaavan

yeah those astartes i guess Garro is just that speshul

qruze doesn't approve idolatry isn't the imperial way~ qruze also gets on his case about letting voyen survive that confrontation garro doesn't want any more of his brothers to die

big oof SEVENTY FIVE PERCENT garro is still upset about voyen's actions and is avoiding him they've rerouted a lot of the remaining power so that the infirmary remains at 100% Garro hazmat gears his armour and heads in to see Decius Decius is awake and managing to speak and all he can say is sth depressing

he tells Decius he has to have faith and not listen to Grulgor decius: how do we know we weren't lost in the warp for ten thousand years

after garro decontaminates, sendek (the nerd) comes running up i also want sendek to survive they've detected ships!!! and now they're surrounded by a lot of large ships… so they get ready to fight if necessary garro apologizes to the captain for the mess he's made of his ship the captain is like "yeah i'm used to you astartes by now lol"

ohhh Garro really doesn't like that thought ope teleport signature detected and then a bunch of astartes teleport in

shouldn't garro…immediately recognize the legion based on the armour?

they all pause and lower their guns lol

yeah, it's Dorn

TemplarWarden:

Also, no communications, just straight teleporting Dorn onto the bridge?

tbf maybe the eisenstein's comms are out or something but honestly this whole things feels way more drawn out for cheap drama than it should have LoreLover: This feels on par with Calgar solo marching into a Warp rift to punch a Thousand Sons sorcerer in the face with no back-up in SM2.

the next chapter starts with a cheap trick which is showing Dorn's ship blowing up the Eisenstein and then it immediately cuts to Garro feeling a bit sad about it okay so Dorn is :/ because they're already delayed getting back to Terra due to the warpstorms

Dorn is explaining things to Garro and mentions how he left Horus Garro once again screaming internally anyways Dorn's ship saw the flare from theirs Dorn: bold risk Garro: I had faith Dorn:… Dorn: moving on so the shockwave actually cleared the immaterium in the area which allowed their navigators to actually chart a course so they owe him lol now dorn wants an explanation for what's up with them

typo man imagine if it'd have fully typoed curze's name also i guess there's seventy of them

LoreLover: I guess there must have been a massive muscle scene with Dorn and Garro that the editors were too busy blotting out to realise these gaffs.

i may have just misread because there were a bunch in the infirmary except it was also like "everyone who took part in the confrontation died" anyways idk

LoreLover: Nah, it's the editors and the muscle scene. Only explanation for the misspelling and the numbers being wonky.

suddenly, curze was there imagine what if qruze and curze were the same guy the whole time

#horus heresy #bluejay reads warhammer #warhammer 40k #bluejay slanders swallow

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misireads · 6 months ago

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Män som hatar kvinnor ("Men who hate women") by Stieg Larsson

[ audiobook, listened in finnish ]

an investigative journalist and the head of a magazine named millennium is convicted of publishing a fradulent article defaming some billionaire guy and decides to step down from his position. he's then hired by an elderly former CEO of a powerful family enterprise to travel to some tiny ass town in the middle of nowhere to investigate what happened to this old man's great niece who disappeared 40 years ago. mikael the journalist accepts the assignment, not expecting to find anything new at this point, but is drawn in deep into the vanger family's troubling history and broken relationships with each other. his research is eventually joined by a very weird young woman named lisbeth who turns out to be one hell of a hacker, and together they not only solve the lost niece's case but also reveal how that billionaire that mikael originally wrote about is even shadier than expected.

➕ this is really three stories in one: the story of mikael and millennium and the wennerström guy he wrote the article about; the story of the vanger family and the mystery of harriet's disappearance; and the story of lisbeth, her past and present, a total deep dive into what made her the kind of person she now is and how she operates. and i looove that, i really enjoy layered storytelling. when you go in, you don't know what to expect and there's the intrigue about mikael's sentencing, then you're thrown a curveball about this really complicated family, all while lisbeth's story kinda plays in the background seemingly unrelated. this captured my attention wholly and completely.

➕ i adore lisbeth's character. she's implied to be neurodivergent, a total bad bitch who doesn't take shit from anyone, defies all expectations, is independent and resourceful despite nobody having any faith in her. she gets back at her tormentors in the most satisfying way.

➕ the vanger family deserves its own plus point because i just love stories about weird families with internal conflict and tons of skeletons in the closet and the protag has to kind of dig it all out because nobody is willing to speak but it's obvious there's something very wrong about these people. though the truth about them turned out to be so gross instead of just weird, it's really off-putting but

➕ i liked that this was a mystery solved by a journalist and a… well whatever lisbeth is, because i'm not really a fan of police or detective novels. i mean i've read some good ones but i dunno, i always prefer stories about laypeople solving mysteries and crime.

➕ this is soooo swedish.

➖ could have been a bit shorter, some parts kinda dragged on. although i liked the ending, there were like 3 hours left of the audiobook by the time the harriet mystery had been solved which made me kinda… okay time to speed the audio up to 1.25x because this is gonna drag the fuck oooon.

➖ content-wise this gets really really gruesome. it was almost a bit much even for me.

➖ not a minus about the book itself but i find it in such poor taste that the english translation is titled "the girl with the dragon tattoo" which is a reference to a very minor detail about lisbeth and it just does nothing for this novel or anything in general. i can understand maybe they didn't want to call this "men who hate women" (which is the literal translation they kept for the finnish title) for international marketing purposes because it would deter so much of the male target audience lmao (i don't think it does in sweden and finland??? just saying). but the original title packs way more of a punch because that's exactly what this book is about, it's about misogynism. and that title is so self aware. but no, instead you make it "the girl with the dragon tattoo" and lisbeth isn't even the main character. she's a secondary one, a sidekick to mikael. this book isn't about her per se and most definitely not about her tattoos. what a stupid choice. i don't want to watch the film versions because i worry they made this way more about her than it should be.

⭐ score: 4- -- one of the better mysteries i've read in a long time for sure. i don't think i'll go for the sequels though, i had my share of mikael and lisbeth already. the audiobook was like 18 hours long.

#author: stieg larsson #genre: swedish lit #genre: mystery #genre: thriller #genre: crime #score: 4 #read in: 2024

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obsessive-bear-walking · 1 year ago

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This is probably a weird thing to say, but like. I was thinking about it today for some reason.

I was pro-life in middle school. Like genuinely could not fathom why the baby couldn't be carried to term and put up for adoption. My views shifted in later middle school/high school as I became more educated.

Then it was "abortion is fine, but people who use it as their main form of birth control suck." Which was an opinion born of me being really fucking tired of my friends (yes multiple of them) not caring about sexual health because "abortion is legal" and getting annoyed when I explained condoms prevented more than pregnancy. I was parentified in a lot of ways, including by my older friends. One of my boyfriends in high school was three years older than me, and I had to teach him to use condoms. I had friends who honestly thought you pissed from your cervix, I had friends who believed tasting your own jizz made you sterial, that pulling out worked, or that you can get pregnant toilet seats, or that didn't know sperm could live in your vagina for a while. I often had to educate people several years my senior on how their bodies worked when I was as young as eleven and it's something I still often have to do because sex Ed in America is so fucked. But I also had to walk them through their life choices on other matters, only for them to blame me when they went AGAINST my advice and things went wrong. Some of them even insisted I was lying for no reason, and some of them even got pregnant, and they still insisted I was wrong. So my "people who use abortion as their only form of birth control annoy me" was a personal problem born of my parentification and being fucking tired of being a 15 year old telling 21 year olds to make good choices and being laughed at/talked down to.

By the time I was like, even just 20 or so I had a much better understanding of what it meant to be pro-choice and have been ever since and my view became "It's none of my buisness."

This post wasn't going anywhere. I just randomly remembered I was prolife in middle school because I wrote a paper on it because I had been introduced to "partial-birth abortion" via a pro-life fear mongering article because no one taught me how to check source validity and then literally everyone in my life from age 11-21 sucked ass. Like, who goes to a 13 year old for advice when you're 20+? I wish you all a very "hope you peaked in high school."

Except for that one gay guy on MSN messenger who let me use his gay song in a cringe progay video. He was perfect.

#sparo talks life #aka times when literally every adult failed me #tw abortion #tw abuse

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themightyhumanbroom · 1 year ago

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This was originally posted on the discord of the Pokemon Showdown League I'm a part of but I'm weirdly proud of what I wrote so I'm posting it here

ITS YA BOI BENRY THE SKELETON!!!!!!!!!

Sorry I couldn’t make it to Finals night, but I was BONE tired from working overtime. Coach is super busy in the Summer and I had to pick up the slack. I just wanna give a shout out to everyone on our team for a great season!

Mega-Mawile AKA Large Marge: This bruiser was brought on after hearing glowing reviews of its performance in Season 2. She was brought on to hit really hard and holy shit she did that well. She also told great stories, like how she miraculously survived a truck accident and met a nice young man in a bowtie. Weirdly enough she told me to say this just before she left HQ;

Large Marge sent me!

Staraptor AKA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!: What else can be said about this guy that hasn't been said? The strategy with this one was as subtle as a flashbang during Easter Mass. Point at a target, say you no longer wanted to see it, and they got rid of it. High chance we will see them again next season.

Slither Wing AKA Ripped Mothra: I once told them, “gal, if you were just a little faster, you would be 20 points if not completely banned.” They then punched me apart. Spent the rest of the day putting myself back together. I deserved it though seeing how I misgendered them. They were a crucial part of the team. Could give big hits and take them as well. They are one to watch I tell you.

Tangrowth AKA Scott Smith: This guys great. Hell of a tank and he always smelled like freshly baked bread. An amazing ventriloquist as well. Before they were brought on we heard some unsavory rumors about him. That he murdered a bunch of tourists in the jungles of Mexico, on a pyramid of all things. The coach and I ignored this because we’ve been wanting him on our team for a few seasons. Hmmmm……we never did see Iron Thorns and Incineroar leave the building though…..

Slowking-Galar AKA Cool Hat: When I heard that Slowking had a bizarro version of himself, I jumped at the chance to get him on our team. Great move pool, tanky, Regenerator, could hit real hard, and had great synergy with Cetitan. Guy had a really fucked sense of humor though. How bad you say? We didn't have an HR department before he came on. Now we do.

Cetitan AKA Da Boi: Cetitan didn’t get to do much this season admittedly. Great synergy with Cool Hat, Belly Drum, and Ice Spinner are great but too much set up was needed for it to work. They were an absolute joy to be around though. Also he sounds like a groaning abandoned derelict ship trapped in the ice, Which according to the Coach, is “rad as shit”.

Starmie AKA R’yleh: They are undoubtedly a forward scout that transmits indecipherable radio messages for some unfathomable alien horror that seeks to wither all life and love. But we needed a fast special sweeper and they had Rapid Spin so we brought them on.

Cobalion AKA (Insert the last thing Coach ate): After the first week we discovered we were in dire need of someone who could set up stealth rocks and Cobalion was brought on to fix that. An amazing utility pokemon that went above and beyond what we expected from them. Unfortunately they won’t return our calls due to us calling him Soup one too many times.

Rotom-H AKA Meatball Maker: Coach met this guy at an Italian deli that sells imported stuff from Italy. Boss has been trying to get better at cooking and Rotom-H offered to come over and teach him some cooking tricks. Next thing you know they’re on the team as an all star pivot and an amazing cook! Never been more upset that I don't have taste buds or a stomach.

THIS HAS BEEN YA BOI BENRY THE SKELETON!!!!!!!! SEE YA NEXT SEASON!!!!!!!!!!

#pokemon #pokemon showdown #writing #Benry is the captain of the team #competitive pokemon

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creepypastasomethingsomething · 2 years ago

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No Escape

I was pretty bored, so I wrote this little one-shot for you all. If anyone has a request, you can just send them in. Also, 123 followers?! What the fudge?! Thanks to everyone who enjoys the stuff I make, I really appreciate it a lot :3 I'm actually thinking of making a second part of this.

TW: Swearing, Blood, Violence, Death, Decapitation

Ticci Toby X NB! Reader

*1,964 words*

The October night was cold and busy, trick or treaters scattered around the neighborhood wearing various kinds of costumes. Most of them were children with their family, some were teenagers, and others were adults going to parties. Police were in some places, watching and making sure everything was alright and no one was in trouble. The night was fun and happy, as usual. Nothing really bad happened in this neighborhood, it seemed. There hasn't been a murder, or attempted murder, in over fifty years, which was good.

The edge of the forest was full of life as a party was taking place. It was rather large as a family was hosting it; they invited friends and some brought their family and pets. There were many different games and the family that was hosting the party made sure that it was child friendly, as many children were there. At a table, a group of young adults from college were sitting and eating and drinking as they chatted. They were all in costumes and looked as happy as can be, a few on their phones.

"Hey guys." a tall girl their age wearing a pirate costume with a few objects in her hands walked to the table, a concerned expression on her face.

"Oh, hey Leana. You and (Y/N) enjoying the party?" A guy with freckles asked as he tapped his Ghost face mask on the table.

"Yeah, that's the thing, Jarred. I haven't been able to find them. Have, uh, have any of you seen them?"

"No." Jarred replied as he frowned.

"Do you know where they might have been?" Another guy with a Scream costume asked. Him and the other one were probably going as Billy and Stu from the famous slasher movie.

"They said they were going to go get their cousin Annie who wandered into the forest. Annie came back, but (Y/N) didn't."

"Maybe they're just lost or taking pictures of the forest?" A girl dressed as a cat hypothesizes as she fixed her cat ears.

"I-I don't know." Leana sounded worried and showed something that was in her hand. "The thing is... I found their phone and it now has a crack in it."

"What in the?" Another girl who was dressed as a clown looked at the phone. "I- Did you look for them?"

"Yes, yes I did but couldn't find anything else but their cane, lantern and mask. But I left those where I found them."

"Did you tell their parents about this?" Jarred looked at your cracked phone, and took his mask, and clutched in tightly.

"No. But I was hoping you all could go get the police while I tell their parents."

"Of course we will!" the cat girl shot up, "Right guys?" she looked towards everyone else at the table who nodded.

"Yeah, (Y/N) might be in some trouble." the second guy with the Ghost face mask shot up as well. "And I'll come with you to tell their parents."

"Thanks Xander." Leana started to look even more worried and concerned for you.

"Me, Brittney, and Saffron will go get the cops, while you and Xander will go tell (Y/N)'s parents about their disappearance.

Everyone nodded and left to go do what they were told.

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You ran as fast as you could through the forest, careful not to trip over your dress. This Halloween, you custom made your own plague doctor costume with your close friend Leana. You had a full on mask, hat, and clothing, along with a lantern and cane, but you lost those with your phone. Your four year old cousin Annie wandered into the forest and you went to fetch her and bring her back. When she was safe you went to retrieve your cane and lantern (and mask), which you dropped when you noticed Annie was gone.

But, before you could get those, a gloved hand, cold and tasted like dirtied leather, was put roughly against your mouth. You screamed and scratched at the arm that pulled you away from the scene, but it was no use. No amount of screaming or moving around would let your capture let go of you, even if you did hit him, it had no effect. Finally, when the two of you were deep enough in the forest, your capture roughly tossed you on the grassed ground.

The fear when you looked up at the man who was now chasing you was nearly indescribable. The man had to be at least six foot and four inches, his dark hair disheveled with pale skin, and clean looking orange goggles over his eyes. He had on a dark colored coat with dark pants and a pair of sneakers; a belt was around his hips with two hatchets attached, the metal part gleaming in the moonlight. That was scary, the hatchets, but possibly the most terrifying thing about him was probably his face. On his left cheek, there seemed to be a large open gap; it showed his pink flesh and gums and his teeth.

You've seen photos and heard about a guy who had some sort of piercing in his face, showing off his teeth. You thought that was cool, a little strange, but cool. But this man, this man was not doing that. The open wound did look healed, but it was obviously a wound that was left by some sort of accident, or the man did that to himself. He quietly looked down at you, shivering and crying, and you just looked at him, too scared to get up and run.

"Not runnin', huh?" He asked you.

Hearing his deep voice made you gulp, and you swore he had some sort of accent. German, maybe. After a few seconds he reached down to a hatchet and you gasped. You got up hastily and started to run. You knew that this wasn't the way back to the party, but you ran anyways, not wanting to risk running around him. You looked behind you and saw that he was chasing after you, making you run even faster.

Toby chuckled and gripped his hatchet harshly in his hand. He thought it was funny that you thought you were getting out of this forest and live your life. Of course, he had strict instructions from his Master to kill you. You were doing a report of people who went missing in this forest around fifty years ago for school, and the survivors talked about a Slender Man who nearly killed them. You were getting close to knowing the truth, weird as the news reports were all destroyed. How did you get access to them? To Toby, The Slender Man was known as The Operator, his boss and the eldritch-like creature who would torture him if he didn't kill you.

Toby raised his hatchet, getting ready to toss it at you. He looked around at your body for a perfect place to strike you with it.... a couple seconds passed.... and a few more... and then he tossed it! The hatchet flew over to you and hit you in the back. You screamed in pain and fell over, tears falling down your face as you sobbed. You couldn't get up and the hatchet was lodged in your back, up a bit, and it definitely cut through your clothing. Warm blood seeped out from the wound and began to stain your clothing. You shook and Toby walked over to you; he took the old hatchet's handle and put a foot on your back, and then pulled the hatchet out, blood pouring out of the wound like a waterfall.

You screamed louder at the pain, and gripped the grass in your gloved hands. You bit your lip as you tasted your salty tears and tried to fight the pain. Maybe you would get out alive somehow? No. You were going to die. You were going to die alone in this forest by the hands of a fucking maniac and your body was most likely never going to be found. Your friends would be devastated at your loss and the town would most likely go into a panic as a crime like this wasn't committed since the early seventies.

Toby leaned down and took your shoulder in his iron grip and turned you over. You held in a scream from this; your back was bleeding, your spine most likely severely damaged, and it was touching the gross ground of the forest. Toby stomped a foot on your chest and you closed your eyes, whimpered, and gripped the grass so hard that under your gloves, your hands were probably going white.

This is it, you thought, shaking and biting your lip so hard that it started to bleed, I'm going to die in the hand of this asshole. Fuck.

Toby smiled down at you, your eyes closed and blood running down your mouth to your chin and to your neck. He raised his hatchet, and like an executioner, swung it, almost decapitating you. Your head was still on your shoulders, but it was almost off. You were still aware of what was happening. Crying harder, you tried to take a breath, but started to choke at the blood. Toby groaned and raised the hatchet and cut your head off completely.

He watched as the blood pooled around you and squirted out from your neck. You opened your eyes and looked around. What the hell. Weren't you just decapitated? Wait.... You have heard of people's heads, like Ann Boleyn, being conscious for about 4-30 seconds after being separated from the body. Your head, still half conscious, looked up at the sky and the man who did this to you loomed down, a devilish smile on his face. You frowned and tried to speak, but your eyes lidded and you started to black out.

You were dead.

Toby was told by the Operator to leave your body where it was after killing you, so he didn't do anything. He put his hatchet back where it was and looked at your body. It was too bad you died. You were young and quite the attractive person in his eyes. But oh well, he had orders to do.

Toby cracked his neck and walked away, leaving his work to rot.

The next day, a whole entire search party went out looking for you. Your friends were part of it and everyone was quite shaken up when they didn't find you. The search lasted a few months until you were found by a police officer, who almost threw up at the sight of you. You were in the same position, but bugs flew around your decomposing corpse and you had worms and maggots in your neck. When the town found out you were dead, your prediction was right. Everyone panicked.

Your family and friends held a funeral for you and had you cremated. Your body was far too decomposed to be in a casket or coffin. People thought that you being dead was connected to the mysterious murders and missing people fifty years earlier while other thought that your murder was just some sick bastard. The whole town mourned you, as you were quite popular, and they all said "They're in Heaven, flying with angels."

Little did they know that you weren't in Heaven, nor were you in Hell. You became a ghost. A headless ghost. You wander the forest, lost and scared, your head under your arm as you walk. You never saw anyone else besides the cop who found your body at your death place, so you became lonely. You were dead, angry, scared, and lost.

You knew you couldn't escape this monster named Toby the moment you laid eyes on him.

#CreepyPasta #Creepypasta X Reader #X Reader #Ticci Toby #Ticci Toby X Reader #Toby Rogers #Toby Rogers X Reader #one-shot #Halloween

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hogarthwrites · 2 years ago

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home run

pairing: samuel drake/femme!reader (m/f)

genre: smut, alternate universe - baseball

words: 2,778

summary:

Alternate universe where Sam is a professional baseball player and the reader is a well known celebrity in a secret love affair. Mostly self indulgent smut.

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I didn't specify what team Sam is on, so I'll leave it up to you the reader to decide what team you'd want him to be on. When I wrote this, I had the Red Sox in mind and the stadium is at Fenway Park. Also, baseball AU because have you seen how baseball players? Knew I had to mix Sam into the fantasy.

You walked out onto the baseball field, crowds cheering as you waved. They knew you not as a player, but as a popular celebrity guest who was there to throw the first pitch.

As you reached the front of the mound, you watched as a player who was all too familiar to you walked to the batter’s box.

Samuel Drake took position in front of you, grinning like the devil under his cap as you gave him a cheeky smirk. No one else in the stadium knew.

It was a few days ago when you landed in the city and the first thing you wanted to do was see Sam. Of course, it was a secret, though; you were both too high profile to be caught together.

“Why would a young actress be with an older man like Sam Drake?” Was what they’d say. Not that you personally cared, but Sam didn't want people to think of your relationship that way.

And so you waited until it was late at night to walk to the hotel Sam was staying at, not realising it would suddenly rain that much.

You were soaking wet when you got to Sam’s door and you knew he would still be up because of his insomnia.

“Hi,” you said as he opened the door, surprised to see you.

“Hi,” he gave you a lopsided grin as he looked at you. He was just in his boxers.

Sam quickly pulled you in, kissing you hard as he closed the door and pushed you against it.

“What are you doing here?” He asked breathlessly between kisses.

“I missed you,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I needed to see you.”

Sam’s lips moved down to your neck, leaving soft kisses on that part he knew you loved. A soft moan left your lips and he pulled away.

“You're all wet,” he said, looking at your soaked clothes.

“Oh, yeah, I am,” you pulled him in to kiss him again.

“Babe,” he pulled away. “You should get dried up and warm. You'll catch a cold like that.”

“I know how you can warm me up,” you bit your lip.

Sam gave you a soft kiss. “Oh, I know, gorgeous. But I really don't want you getting sick.”

You pouted as he pulled away and handed you a bathrobe.

“You can hang your wet clothes in the bathroom. I'll wait for you here.”

Sam winked as you took the bathrobe and stuck your tongue out at him.

“You better not sleep.”

“You better hurry up, then.”

You made your way to the bathroom and peeled off your wet clothes, hanging them on the shower rod and drying yourself off with the hotel towel. As you put the bathrobe on, you noticed Sam’s jersey neatly hanging on the door.

You put the top on, smiling as you turned around in front of the mirror and saw “DRAKE” and “71” in large numbers on the back. At that moment, you really felt like you were his and only his.

Sam was standing by the window with a glass of whiskey in his hand when you came out of the bathroom. At first he was surprised to see you wearing his uniform, but he smiled at how baggy it looked on you.

“I just got that ironed, you know.”

You played with the buttons on the front as you walked to him, putting on his cap that was on his bed.

“You can get it ironed again,” you kissed him, tasting the whiskey on his lips. “Are you supposed to be drinking before the game in a few days?”

Sam shrugged as he placed the glass on the table, his hands resting on your hips.

“I shouldn't be having sex with well-known actresses that’s for sure. What's a pretty lady like you doing with a guy like me?”

“Well,” you kissed his neck as you slowly began to unbutton the shirt. “Firstly, you're the sweetest guy I've ever met.”

“Hmm,” Sam’s hands moved down to your ass, squeezing it. “You're lying.”

“Second,” you began pushing him to the bed and he sat on it, watching you. “No other man can make me feel as good as you do.”

You had fully unbuttoned the shirt as you stood in front of him. There was a wild look in Sam’s eyes as he pulled you in, his lips on your nipple.

You gave a satisfied hum as you felt him flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His hands were at your ass again, squeezing and pulling you in as close as he can, taking in your scent and burying his face between your breasts.

“Is there a third reason?” He mumbled.

You giggled as you ran your hand through his hair. He looked up at you and you kissed him.

“Well,” you got down on your knees and stroked his muscular legs, feeling them get tense as you slid your hands up closer to his crotch. “You're a sexy baseball player. Is that reason enough?”

Sam chuckled, leaning down to kiss you as you pulled his underwear off.

You took his cock in your hand, running your thumb over the head to see how Sam would react. His bottom lip was pinned between his teeth and that satisfied you. He took the cap off you and put it on his own head as he waited for more.

You licked his cock from the base all the way to the tip, slowly and deliberately as you looked up at Sam. You did it again, enjoying as his cheeks turned red and he leaned his head back as he groaned a little.

“You like that?” You asked as you kissed the tip of his cock.

“Do you even need to ask?”

You smiled before taking him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head up and down as Sam’s hand grabbed at your hair. You loved how he tasted and how it felt to have him in your mouth.

Sam’s hips bucked and he groaned as you took him in further, grabbing onto his leg as he began thrusting into your mouth. One hand held your hair up, while the other one intertwined with your free hand. You looked up at him through teary eyes, enjoying how Sam’s mouth hung open in mindless pleasure.

He gave one last, deep thrust, making you gag a little before he gently pulled you up to kiss you. He didn’t mind tasting himself on your lips and your tongue as you straddled his lap.

“I missed you,” he sighed between kisses. “When was the last time we had sex?”

“Hmm,” you thought as you knocked the hat off his head and pushed him down on the bed. “A month? Before you came back here, that is.”

“It’s been way too long,” he muttered as he pulled you up so you were hovering above his face.

He gave a knowing hum as you lowered yourself down on his lips.

“Oh, Sam,” you softly moaned as he gently began licking your clit. The familiar tingle that you’ve missed for a month soon came back and you felt like you were going to melt as Sam expertly manoeuvred his tongue and his lips on your pussy.

With your fingers intertwined with his again, you began craving for more, and you felt Sam chuckle before you started grinding against his mouth. He groaned against your pussy, letting go of your hand so he could jerk himself off as you rode him. You moaned his name again as you grabbed onto his hair, moving your hips faster against his tongue.

It felt good to have Sam under you like that again. You had spent so many nights dreaming about his lips, his fingers, his cock, and the thought of what else he was going to do to you that night made you cum. Your toes had curled as you doubled over, pushing against the mattress so you wouldn’t fall on Sam and hurt him. He didn’t mind, though.

He had a smile on his face as you climbed off, wearily laying down on the bed.

“Had enough, beautiful?” Sam gave you a soft kiss as he rolled on top of you.

“No,” you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Never enough.”

You felt his cock against your clit as the kiss got deeper.

“Please, Sam.”

“Please, what?” He pulled away a little, giving you a cocky grin. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“How?” His lips were on your neck now, leaving soft kisses that drove you insane. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

Your mind raced, thinking of the hottest sex you’ve had with him. There were plenty.

“Like…” You gasped as Sam’s fingers began massaging your clit slowly and gently. “Oh, god. Like that time on that empty beach…”

“That one?” He smiled up at you before kissing your neck again. “Tell me about it again.”

“When you had me on all fours with my face against that bouquet of flowers you gave me. You were so deep inside me, going so slow and softly at first, then so, so rough. I loved it.”

Sam laughed. “Oh, I remember that night.”

“The smell of sweet peas still turn me on, if you must know.”

“Just made a mental note to give you sweet peas every time now,” he kissed you again. “Now, why don’t you show me how I fucked you?”

You gave him a cheeky smile as you got on all fours, wriggling your ass at him. Sam loved the view of his jersey on you like this and he gave your ass a smack.

“Ready?” He asked.

“Please,” you almost begged, grabbing onto the pillows in front of you.

Sam was slow and gentle as he entered you, making sure you got used to him again. “Is this okay?”

“Mmhmm,” was all you could reply as you were lost in the sensation of Sam being inside you again.

He began thrusting in you, his hands grabbing at your ass. His thrusts were mostly shallow, making enough friction to give you that warm feeling inside.

“More,” you mumbled. “Deeper.”

Sam smiled, smacking your ass as he gave more forceful thrusts. As he got deeper, you collapsed on the pillow in front of you, moaning out his name as he fucked you.

You were so sure other people, other players on the floor could hear you, but you didn't care. Everytime Sam hit that sweet spot, you moaned louder and he’d groan in return.

“Come here, baby,” Sam said as he pulled you up against his chest, one hand around your waist to hold you up, while the other one pinned your arms behind your back. He kissed your neck, hips slowing down.

“Sam,” was all you could muster before he began moving his hips faster.

His mouth was against your ear and he gave out the most delicious grunts and moans. He held you tight as he fucked you almost desperately, like he was making up for the past few weeks.

Sam moaned loudly, trying not to finish just yet. He wanted to pleasure you as long as he could.

You whimpered when Sam suddenly pulled out, but he kissed you hard before you could say anything else. He had you on your back now, making sure you were supported by pillows.

He didn't say anything as he continued to kiss you, his hands roaming your body under his. His lips made their way down your neck and your chest, leaving soft kisses and licks on your nipple, making you sigh as he moved further down.

Sam gave you a lopsided grin as he hoisted your legs up over his shoulders. You smiled back at him, admiring how cute he looked amidst the intimacy.

“I wanna make up for the month,” he said.

“I can tell… oh!” You grabbed his hair as he licked your clit, slowly and deliberately.

He ate you out the way he knew you liked, making gentle strokes, alternating between his tongue and his lips. It was enough to make you a writhing mess, squeezing his head between your legs as you rode out your orgasm.

Sam was on top of you again, kissing you hard and pinning your arms up above your head.

“I'm gonna make you feel so good, baby,” he said between passionate kisses. “I'm not gonna stop until you're screaming my name.”

“Yes, please,” you moaned as he slid inside you again.

This time, Sam kept a steady, shallow pace. He kept eye contact with you, watching how you reacted to his every move. Whenever he pushed in deeper, hitting that spot, your eyes rolled back and you moaned louder.

“Faster, baby,” you commanded.

“Okay,” Sam breathed as he held onto your hips and began pounding into you.

Your moans got louder as his fingers dug into your soft skin. The sound alone was enough to make him want to cum, but he held it in, kissing you instead.

“So good, baby,” you whispered. “Pound me, Sam. Please.”

He nodded, head rolling back as his thrusts got deeper, more forceful. He knew he was going to bust any minute, but he wanted you to finish first.

“Keep going, keep going,” you breathed.

“I…” Sam whispered, feeling like he was going to burst. “Baby, I can't.”

“Please.”

He looked down at you, your face flushed and your eyes screwed shut while you softly said his name over and over.

“Look at me,” he said, cupping your cheek.

You met Sam’s gorgeous hazel eyes, the euphoric pressure at the pit of your stomach rising.

“I love you,” he said, his eyebrows knitting together as he thrust into you deep.

It was enough to make you cum, your world narrowing to just Sam and the feelings he gave you. At that moment, it was a mixture of lust, passion, and most importantly, love. He loved you.

Sam let out a deep, guttural growl as he came, leaving finger marks on your hips. He didn't expect to tell you he loved you then, but he couldn't help it. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this way about anyone.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, and you turned to give him tired kisses.

“I love you,” you said breathlessly as Sam wrapped his arms around your waist. “I do.”

“Come here,” Sam kissed you softly.

“Does this mean we're official?”

“What are you talking about? We've always been official. There's nobody else but you, baby.”

“Yeah, but can't we tell other people now?” You pouted as he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I don't think it's the best time.”

“I just don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you.”

Sam looked at you, a little confused. “You'll be keeping me no matter what, baby. Let's just give it time. I promise one day we can let the world know.”

“You promise?” You touched the hair on his chest with the tip of your finger, tracing the tattoo he had.

“I promise.”

The crowds cheered on, waiting on you to throw the ball.

You looked at Sam, patiently waiting to catch the ball, and your heart melted at the sight of him.

“You got this, baby,” he mouthed.

You nodded and took a deep breath, bringing the ball back to wind up, remembering what Sam had told you. You threw the ball at him with a lot more force than you expected, but he had caught it in his glove with a surprised look on his face.

“And that's a strike out!” You heard the announcer say. “And there’s the first pitch!”

The crowds drowned out your thoughts as you walked to Sam, expecting him to give you a high five. Instead, he pulled you in for a kiss. It was something he's done a thousand times before, so you automatically kissed him back. It was only after he'd pulled away that you realised he kissed you in front of hundreds, maybe thousands of people.

Sam didn't know what had gotten into him. Maybe it was the thrill of the start of the games, or seeing you in a replica of his jersey on the field of the sport that he loved most, but as you walked to him, he couldn't help but kiss you.

“Sam…” You gasped. “Are you sure?”

“I made a promise, didn't I?” He smiled.

“You sure did.”

Sam leaned in to kiss you again. Damn what people were going to say. All he knew was that you made him happy.

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where-theres-smoak-2 · 3 years ago

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Also considering how Alina seems being this saviour of Ravka as a burden(though that doesn’t equate hating being Grisha or her powers because that’s not the case!)you would think she would listen more to Aleksander’s POV and decide that keeping the Fold isn’t a bad solution. She can still destroy the Volcra but the Fold as whole could serve as a threat to other countries and could actually leads to the end of the war. At the end she did much worse to Ravka than Aleksander yet he’s the one getting vilified while she gets to reap the benefits of the system that’s abusing her people. What a nice message there,B*rdugo and how convenient that she ends the series(for now)with Zoya being a queen even though she has neither the training nor ability to be a good leader and we have no idea what type of queen she would be.

(Book Spoilers particularly from ROW)

This may be a controversial statement I don't know, and to be completely transparent I am saying this having not read the duology but I honestly think LB made a mistake in going back to the original trilogy characters in the duology. I feel like she should have just left it alone. I mean she had a good thing going with the six of crows characters, from what I can tell people really liked those books and those characters. I can get what she was trying to do, she was a young writer when she wrote the original trilogy and she made some mistakes and wanted to fix them. However from what I've seen of people's reactions to the duology it seems like her trying to fix the mistakes just made those mistakes more obvious and caused alot of contradictions. People expressed their anger at how Alina was stripped of her powers and that this didn't exactly scream female empowerment and so she tried to fix it by making Zoya overpowered but this just highlighted how tragic Alina's fate was. People were upset that there wasn't a grisha on the throne and that it was a Lantsov who even though he was a nice guy was still part of the royal family that had kept the grisha in subjugation, who got the throne. She tried to fix this by putting Zoya on the throne but this didn't make sense because just like how Alina didn't have the training or experience to be general of the second army in S&S Zoya doesn't have the training or experience to be queen. Also I think alot of people felt like it should have been the conclusion of Alina's story, that she should have been that grisha queen and so seeing it go to Zoya, a character that had been mean and unpleasant towards Alina, left a bitter taste in alot of fans mouths. Again it also highlighted just how bad Alina's ending was. The other thing alot of people had an issue with was the darkling's death. So she brings him back and tries to give him a redemption arc. I also find it funny when antis argue that the darkling shouldn't get a redemption arc in the show because he's evil and not every villain should get a redemption. I also find it funny that LB said in an interview that she thinks the darkling is beyond redemption because she literally gave him a redemption arc in ROW! Like correct me if I am wrong because this is based off what others have told me but he sacrifices himself to save everyone else. He went from being someone who the narrative tells us is selfish and power hungry, to someone who makes the ultimate sacrifice in order to spare others lives and save the world, what is that if not a redemption? The definition of a redemption arc is when a antagonist does something to make up for their past sins and mistakes. I feel like suffering through eternal torture to save the world covers that personally. However again this is a fix that doesn't completely satisfy because whilst yes the darkling becomes the self sacrificing hero it is written in a way that, one still serves as more of a punishment and two is begrudgingly given, I mean there's a scene where the 'heroes' debate whether or not they should let him play the part of the hero. To be honest when I read that extract I actually found it really uncomfortable and well icky. I mean it was these same people that had caused the problem in the first place by not listening to the darkling when he said they should destroy the fold they should use it as a tool and weapon against their enemies, now they are mocking the darkling's solution because heaven forbid they let him be seen as a hero for making a sacrifice that will cause him an eternity of endless suffering. I mean when you think about what the darkling was going to have to go through in order to save them all its really appalling to see these supposed heroes talking so callously and with so little empathy about it. It was actually that extract that made me finally decide that I definitely wasn't going to waste my time reading the whole duology. But I really do think it would have been better if she had just left those characters as they were and either focussed on the six of crows or

created a whole new world with new characters. But as always that's just my opinion.

#aleksander morozova #the darkling #rule of wolves spoilers #answered #anti leigh bardugo

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aestheticallyholland · 3 years ago

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NEVER NOT | JUST PRETENDING . . .

❃ PAIRING tom holland x fem!reader

❃ DISCLAIMER i do not own the artists (and the reader) that are going to portray the characters, but i do own some of the their names. the plot of the story is inspired to the book and movie 'to all the boys i've loved before' but with changes. the gifs and photos used in this series are edited by me but i get credits to the originals. also, this series is first posted in wattpad by me. PLEASE DO NOT REPOST IT SOMEWHERE ELSE !

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NEVER NOT MASTERLIST | LEI'S LIBRARY

"It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party." — Nick Hornby, High Fidelity

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

THE NEXT DAY, Y/N COULD STILL NOT BELIEVE that they were doing this.

Everything felt like slow motion the moment she and Tom went inside the cafeteria of the school. His hand was in her back pocket and both of them walked together.

Just like in the Sixteen Candles. Y/N thought.

People were looking at them with trays on their hands and all you had to do was smile. It was definitely working. As they got into the middle of the cafeteria, he spun her around while his hand was still in her pocket until her body faced his.

Y/N giggled at his action and Tom looked down at her, their foreheads almost touching and their body close to each other.

"What are you doing?" Y/N asked while giggling.

Tom reached out to his pocket and got the small note he wrote for Y/N and gave it to her.

"This one is for you," Tom said and Y/N could just smile and received the handwritten note. Even though they were just pretending, she could feel her stomach flutter as she received the note.

"Thank you."

Tom smiled at Y/N but he could see a glimpse of his ex-girlfriend, Camille across where they are and he saw her face stern the moment he gave the note to Y/N.

It's working.

Tom tucked a strand of hair to Y/N 's ear and whispered to it. "Good job."

Y/N looked up to him with a smile on her face.

"I'll see you in a bit, okay?" Tom said.

"Okay," Y/N answer and pecked on his cheek before walking away from the center of the cafeteria. She could see the look on people's faces but she couldn't care less about their reaction.

After all, this is all just pretend.

"Hey, Y/N!" An arm suddenly wrapped around her shoulders and Y/N jumped a little.

"Erika!"

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Holland are a thing now? How long have you been keeping this from me?" Erika asked as they went out of the cafeteria.

"You should've seen the look on my cousin's face. I could just imagine it all day and make fun of it." Erika said and Y/N slapped her arm playfully. "Hey! What's that for?"

"Still can't believe you say such things to your cousin like that," Y/N said and chuckled.

"Couldn't care more," Erika said. "So tell me. How did things between you and Holland go? How? When? Why? Where—"

"Okay, you gotta stop asking a lot of questions. I am going to answer them." Y/N said.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

"So you guys are not official yet?" Erika asked as she munched onto her burger.

"Nope. Hopefully, we will be." Y/N answered.

"Weird enough that he could move on from Camille because they have been together for a long time now," Erika said.

"I know. He even promised me that he will give me small notes every day and he never did that to her." Y/N said.

Keep acting. You can do this.

"Is this like a competition now?" Erika chuckled.

"I mean, she's the one who broke up with him," Y/N said.

"What about Aiden?" Erika suddenly asked and that made Y/N almost stop moving.

"W-what about him?" Y/N tried her best to not crack her voice. She could still feel her heart beating fast.

"Weren't you all over him days ago?" Erika asked.

Y/N sighed and placed down her soda on the table before speaking. "I just realized that he was just that typical crush that we all have."

Lies.

Erika just raised one of her brows before she replied. That judgmental look she gives you.

"Well, you seemed happy with Holland. Just hoping that he won't break your heart or else." She stopped to drink her soda. "Or else he'll have a taste of my fist." Erika formed a fist with her free hand and Y/N just laughed.

"He won't. He promised." Y/N said, trying not to cringe at what she said.

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Y/N was, as usual, walking towards her locker and placed her things inside. It was a Friday and thank God she could have rest.

As soon as she closed her locker and turned away from it, Aiden suddenly walked towards her. She could feel her heart beating fast as he was approaching her.

No. No. No.

"Hey Y/N," Aiden said.

"Hey, Aiden," Y/N replied with a small smile on her lips.

"So, you and Tom? You finally had the courage to confess to him ever since you had a crush on him during middle school." Aiden said.

"I-it stopped for a while but then it came back after a while. We aren't officially together—" Y/N was interrupted by a familiar British voice. An arm was wrapped around her shoulders that made her startle.

"Yet," Tom said. He turned to her and gave kissed her head. She giggled and playfully slapped Tom on his chest. She wrapped a hand to his and looked at him. "I'll walk you home?" He asked.

Y/N nodded and looked at Aiden again. "I'm going to walk with Tom now. I'm sorry, Aiden."

"Oh, I-I don't mind, Y/N. I have song practice anyway." Aiden said and scratched the back of his neck. "Take care." He said.

Y/N gave a smile. "You too." Tom and she walked away towards the crowd. A lot of people were still staring at them and she could hear people murmuring but she didn't mind that.

Several minutes later, both she and Tom walked together on the sidewalk. His hands were on the pocket of his jacket and his eyes just looking everywhere. They were already in Y/N's neighborhood and he wanted to be familiar with the place. If he would always walk her home then might as well be familiar with the place.

"Your place is peaceful." Tom suddenly spoke up and broke the silence.

"One of the reasons why I love to live here," Y/N answered.

"At least it's close to school. I don't have to drive you anymore." Tom said.

"You're lucky it's just near. I know you're not that walking-your-girlfriend-home type of a guy." Y/N said and she could just hear him chuckle.

They finally reached her house and they stopped at the doorstep.

"Thank you for walking with me," Y/N said.

"Great job today," Tom said and Y/N could just roll her eyes.

"I tried not to cringe for the whole time. It worked though." Y/N said.

"How about a kiss?" Tom joked and she punched his arm. "Ow!"

"No kissing, you dork," Y/N said. "We're alone now, we don't have to pretend."

The door suddenly opened revealing Y/N's dad with an apron around his waist.

"Thought I heard talking." He said. "Your home, sweetheart." Her dad gave Y/N a peck on her head and turned his head to Tom. "Who is this young man?"

"He's Tom. Tom Holland, dad. My-"

"Her boyfriend, Sir." Tom blurted out and shook hands with her dad. Y/N glared at Tom for what he said.

"How come you never told me about him, Y/N? I could've made more pasta." Her dad said.

"No. It's okay, Sir. I'm just here to drop Y/N. Didn't want her to be alone." Tom said with a smile.

"He's a good kid" Her dad whispered to Y/N and she just looked at him. "Dad." She heard Tom chuckle at her dad's actions.

"I'll get going now, Sir," Tom said.

"I'll leave you two love birds alone for a while." Her dad said. "It's nice to see you, Tom. Don't go breaking my girl's heart, okay?" Her dad said.

"I won't, Sir," Tom assured with a smile and that made her dad finally go back to the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about my dad. He's just like that." Y/N said.

"He seemed chill," Tom said.

"He is. Very." Y/N answered. "So, I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Of course. I don't wanna miss my girlfriend at school." Tom said before walking away to go home.

"Take care, Holland," Y/N said and Tom looked back at her with a smile and his hands on his pockets again and walked away.

Y/N leaned against the wall and watch him walk away until he couldn't be seen anymore. She remembered the note that Tom gave her in the morning and got it out of her pocket. She opened it and read it:

thank you for accepting this, y/n. can't wait to be your boyfriend. - T.H

A smile formed on her lips as she read the note and at the thought of Tom and the pretend they just did.

That wasn't so bad after all.

❃ TAGLIST @allthisfortommy @kait4073 @lovebittenbyevans @l0ve-0f-my-life @spiitfiires

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joezworld · 4 years ago

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Toby - Rap God

Guys I was making myself laugh when I wrote this - I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

Based entirely on one line from this.

2019

There are many engines on the Island of Sodor, and like many people, music is often part of their lives.

Some engines, like Percy and Duck, have no interest in the subject, having never been exposed to it in a real manner.

Others, like Gordon and Henry, have extremely well-defined music tastes. (Unfortunately for those around them, they do not like the same music, and arguments often ensue.)

James, being extremely vain, enjoys the songs written about him for the children's television show based on the writings of The Thin Clergyman.

And then there’s Toby...

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Toby is a small brown steam tram. He has spent almost all of his life on Sodor on Thomas' branch line, where he and his coach Henrietta trundle up and down the valley at the top of the line - providing a valuable commuter service from the branch line terminus to the stone mines at Anopha.

Toby likes music, as does Henrietta; they like it so much that in 1989 the workmen installed a radio in Henrietta so that the two could listen to music on it as they worked.

This was very thoughtful gift, but there was a small problem:

The hills outside of the quarry meant that many radio stations couldn't reach the small antenna on Henrietta's roof.

Fortunately, a few did, mostly overpowered stations on the Isle of Man. These stations were designed to reach boats far out at sea, and mainly played uninteresting things like the Shipping Forecast.

There was, however, one station that did come come through loud and clear no matter where you were...

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You're listening to ManxPirate - the Barely-Seaworthy voice of the Sudrian Sea. I’m your sea-going Deejay - or Sea-Jay - Musik Mike! Up next is our most popular block of the day - that’s right, the JAMS are LOUD and we're all gonna get DEF!

"Oh Henrietta! It's starting!"

"Just be ready on the choruses Toby"

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The sounds of music echoed off of the Els river valley as Toby and Henrietta trundled towards Elsbridge.

Aside from their Quarry duties, Toby and Henrietta also worked 'the school bus', a daily train that carried schoolchildren from the remote farmhouses between Elsbridge and Hackenbeck to the Saint Pedroc's school in Elsbridge.

Toby loved this route - many of the children had been taking 'the bus' since Grade 1, and he felt privileged to have seen them grow up into fine young adults.

As he pulled into the platform at Elsbridge station, he saw those young adults crowded around each other.

'"Peep Peep! Let's go, everyone!" he called to the teens.

"Just a minute Tobes!" Called back Sera, one of the teenagers, before she turned back to her friends, who were filming her with their 'smart-phones'.

"Whatever could they be doing?" He asked Henrietta as Sera and her friend Phoebe bounced up and down in unison while waving their arms around.

"Undoubtedly something for the internet," the coach mused. "But I have no idea what - trends change so fast now".

"Internet?" Toby was puzzled. "Don't they need a computer for that?"

"Toby. Smartphones have been around for over ten years. How do you not know about this?"

"I'm sorry that I'm not as technologically advanced as you - but at least I know what steam is!"

"Oh my goodness, it's also a video game company now. You've heard those jokes before!"

Toby and Henrietta likely would have gone on like that until the guard blew his whistle, but Phoebe broke away from the group of teens, her phone in her hand.

"Toby?" She asked, clearly trying not laugh. "Do you know what Vossi Bop is?"

Toby was taken aback. "Of course I do. Vossi Bop isn't my favourite, but that's just because I don't like Stormzy that much - I'm not one for Grime."

Phoebe blinked like she'd been poleaxed. "What?"

"It's a Stormzy song, isn't it?"

"Toby," Henrietta sighed. "She was asking because she thought you didn't know. Was this going to be some kind of thing where you show rap music to the elderly and laugh at them being shocked?" She asked Phoebe, who nodded slowly.

"Well, you're going to have to better than that young lady," The coach smirked. "We've been listening to ManxPirate since before you were born!"

"Really?" The blonde asked slowly.

"Oh yes!" Henrietta boasted. "Eazy-E was still alive when we first tuned in!"

"Oh, em, gee!" The girl said, before turning and shouting down the platform. "Guys! They do know!"

The excited teenagers crowded around Toby and Henrietta as they quizzed the tram on rap music. Any thought of leaving on time was totally forgotten about as Toby's extensive knowledge of gangsta rap was laid out for them.

"Mate, mate," said John, one of the boys. "You gotta do The Challenge if you know all this!"

"What challenge?" Toby asked.

The teens clamored over each other, before they all stopped to let someone speak intelligibly.

Rachel Kyndley eventually spoke up: "It's a thing that ManxPirate is doing on TikTok. You sing along to a rap song and whoever does it the best gets to record a charity single with Stormzy!"

The teens again spoke over each other, all claiming that Toby and Henrietta should sing for the challenge.

Toby had to blow his whistle to calm them down. "I suppose there's nothing to lose by it," He said after a moment. "But I should say that my flow isn’t that good."

"Mate, I am amazed that you know what that means,” Said John. “But you just need to sing along to somethin’ that’s already out there.”

“Oh.” Toby looked back at Henrietta. “Well that shouldn’t be too hard. Do you have any N.W.A we could sing along to?”

As he had the only ‘eye-phone pro’, Simon the student newspaper editor was volunteered as cameraperson, while Rachel set a small ‘blue tooth speaker’ on Toby’s bufferbeam so that he could hear the music.

The remaining teenagers pulled out their phones as well - whatever happened next was going to be un-fucking-believable.

The music began with record scratching. The kids looked at each other in shock. There was no way that Rachel had picked this.

"Right about now NWA court is in full effect” Henrietta sang.

Rachel had. The teens could barely contain themselves.

“Judge Dre presiding in the case of NWA versus the police department.

Prosecuting attourneys are MC Ren, Ice Cube and Eazy motherfuckin' E”

Hearing Henrietta say ‘fuck’, was an astonishing experience for the unprepared teenagers.

“Order, order, order, Ice Cube take the motherfuckin' stand

Do you swear to tell the truth the whole truth

And nothin' but the truth so help your black ass?”

“You goddamn right” Toby responded. Rachel Kyndley barely could hold back a shout of astonishment. I hope there’s no book written about this! She thought.

“Well, won't you tell everybody what the fuck you gotta say?"

Then there was a record scratching sound.

The teens knew what came next. They hoped that they were prepared to hear this song come out of Toby.

"Fuck the police comin' straight from the underground!"

Toby and Henrietta not only sang this lyric, they sang it in harmony.

The teenagers thought that they had been prepared.

They were not prepared.

Most of the next few verses were lost underneath the clamor of twelve teenagers losing their goddamn minds.

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A few days later

Toby was resting in his shed when a little car came tearing into the station parking lot. More girls than should have been possible to fit in it came tumbling out and made a beeline for his shed, Rachel Kyndley in the lead.

“Toby! Toby! Toby! You won! You won!” She shouted as she skidded over the gravel.

“Won what?”

“The Contest!” She shrieked. “Your video went viral and you won The Contest! Stormzy said on Instagram that he was excited to meet you!”

She and her friends dissolved into happy squealing, preventing any further speech.

“What’s Instagram?” Toby asked Henrietta.

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The Next Week

Stephen Hatt was enjoying his tea and tolerating his toast and marmalade, when his son Richard burst into his office, waving his phone around like a sword.

“Were you just not going to tell me that you let Stormzy visit the engines? Or was I just supposed to figure this out when Kieran and Micah tore my ear off for not letting them meet him?!”

“I have a phone, you know. And a receptionist.” Stephen said as he cleaned tea off of his desk. Fortunately, most of it had gone onto the marmalade covered toast, which he unceremoniously dumped into the trash. “And who have I let meet the engines?”

“Stormzy? The rapper? He headlined at Glastonbury last bloody month?”

“I don’t follow.”

“He’s a musician, and you let him record an album with Toby!”

“He recorded music? With Toby? Our Toby?”

“Yes! It was supposed to be a single, but now it’s an album! It hit number one! And it’s been out for three hours!”

“You’re saying this as if I have the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”

“Just read the article!” Richard shoved the phone into his hand. The website for BBC Sodor and Man was open.

STORMZY DROPS SURPRISE ALBUM WITH SURPRISE COSTARS

ELSBRIDGE - Music fans across the world were surprised this morning when Stormzy unexpectedly announced via Instagram the release of his newest album, Back in Their Day - featuring two of the realest OGs I’ve ever seen.

Residents of Sodor were especially surprised to discover who those “two real OGs” were: Toby and Henrietta, an engine and coach on the Ffarquhar Branch Line.

This unexpected collaboration began several weeks ago when a viral video on TikTok featuring the pair attracted the attention of the rapper...

Stephen skimmed the rest of the article, not quite believing what he was reading. “I didn’t authorize any of this.” He said at last.

“Really?” Richard said, not quite believing him. “Because that’s what the staff on the Branch told me too.”

“I swear to you I didn’t do anything.”

“Then what, did the biggest star in the country just go to Ffarquhar and record an album with Toby? With nobody’s permission?”

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[TWO YEARS LATER]

--CHANNEL 4 INTERNAL TRANSCRIPT: THE LAST LEG 2021 CHRISTMAS SPECIAL--

ADAM HILLS - So we’ve had a lot of questions, about, the last album you dropped-

[AUDIENCE LAUGHTER]

AH - The one with the train engine - I think his name is Toby?

STORMZY - And Henrietta. Can’t forget her.

AH - Of course not.

S - What do you wanna know?

[MORE LAUGHTER]

AH - Well, I don’t have any questions - and when I say we, I don’t mean Alex or our viewers -

[PROLONGED LAUGHTER]

AH - I mean Josh.

JOSH WIDDICOMBE - [TO ADAM] You’re an Arse. [To STORMZY] - Um, I just wanted to know how you did it really. Is it, is it true that you snuck in and did it all in one night?

S - Oh yeah! Absolutely. ‘Cause, I thought that it was gonna be a one and done, like just a single y’know? So I just went there and was gonna do it and go. But as we kept talkin’ I realized that, that, I just had to make more, and then it became the album and we shot a music video for ‘scrapp’ on the same night and then I did some sound work and then it went up.

AH - Just like that?

S - Just like that.

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justcafewriter · 4 years ago

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Bittersweet

pairing : Oda Sakunosuke x Reader

genre : a mix of fluff and angst (only a little bit of angst i guess ^^;)

warning : contain death

prompt : roasting sweet potato

summary : a bittersweet memory always find its way to you whenever winter come

word count : 2.4K

a/n : another story from a different prompt for the 12 days of cheer collab. the general idea was to have Makoto as the main character and fluff as the genre but I recently have Oda brainrot thanks to my dear friend, Clio :') so here we go.

The sound of your kitchen timer ringed loudly, making you swiftly walk to the kitchen and stop where the oven is and turn it off before you put on your kitchen gloves and open the oven's lid. The smell of roasted sweet potato filled your nostrils, a satisfactory smile appeared on your face as you're checking if it's properly roasted and it did. You look at the clock, it's now 9am and you just need to change your clothes before you're finally ready to go. 15 minutes later, you're already in your bestest outfit, a necklace with a home-shaped pendant decorating your outfit nicely, you're wearing a bit of makeup and let your hair loose. You look at your reflection, smiling as you think that you look the way someone you'll meet like.

After you put on your shoes, you're ready to go with a box of roasted potato in one hand and a bouquet of flowers that you've already arranged yourself in another. A mix of Pink Camelia, Pink Carnation, Red Chrysanthemum and Forget-Me-Not. You look at the bouquet in your hand before your eyes drift to the frames that's standing on the table not too far from the entrance of your apartment.

One of the frames contained a photo of a young man with reddish-brown hair, his azure eyes seemed so gentle as he was smiling happily. Another frame contained a photo of you and that young man, there's a little scribble on that photo saying "first date with Oda ♡". You smile upon seeing those photos, a warm feeling crept inside your heart as you see the smiles both of you wore in that sacred moment.

With a heavy sigh you finally get out from your apartment. The weather is not that nice but you can say that it's not bad either, especially since it's December now. As you're walking, you see a lot of people around, some busying themselves buying gifts for Christmas and you're giving note to yourself to not forget searching for one.

It doesn't take long until you finally arrive at your destination. You're walking toward a big tree and lay a small blanket before you sit on it. You're smiling as you see the one who you want to see resting there.

"I'm here, Oda." You whispered as a gentle smile appeared on your beautiful face. "And I bring roasted potatoes too!"

Suddenly, your mind traced on the first day he finally has courage to talk to you.

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7 years ago

You were eating your favorite curry at your favorite small shop like you usually do when suddenly a tall man with stubble came and asking for 'usual'. You look at his figure before you try to continue eating your food. Yes, try. Because the man who just came was also the reason why you keep coming back to the shop. He gave you this mysterious aura which told you to not get too close to him but also at the same time you drew to him and your eyes landed on nothing but him.

Silent filled the room, only the sound of the chef (also the owner) cooking could be heard when suddenly the man beside you asked, "How's the kids?" which was answered with, "Like usual." By the chef.

Again, silence filled the room. You try to continue to eat when suddenly the man beside you said, "Do you like sweet potatoes?" You paid him no mind since you thought that he was probably talking to the chef again but then you felt a pair of eyes looking at you, so you were looking at your right only to be watched by a pair of beautiful azure eyes. You tried your best to not spit on your food because you swear that the curry seems like entering the wrong hole.You tried to gulp down that damn curry before you sipped the cold water beside your plates.

"You're asking me?" You asked, looking at him with your doe eyes, you saw a tint of pink appear on his cheeks.

"Ah, sorry if I'm being rude and yes I was asking you." He said as he rubbed his hair.

"I.. I like sweet potatoes." You said again, you weren't lying, it's not like you love them by lots but you enjoy eating them.

"Good. So you wouldn't mind to join us later? If you have time of course." A sheepishly smile appeared on his face.

Your face brightened at the invitation, not gonna lie, you were so interested at this man so having him inviting you was something that you'd like to have.

"Well, what time is later?" You asked, no matter how happy you feel you need to play it cool.

"Uhm.. later as in after we finished our meal." He answered. "I heard a saying that said, 'women have another stomach for dessert'."

"Well it's very much true and I feel like I need to accept your invitation, especially if it's coming from a gentleman like you." You said and the moment you said it, that man knew that you were a very special person and he knew that you would change him in any way possible.

"My name is Oda Sakunosuke." That man said while stretching out his hand.

"My name is Y/N." You said, while gripping that man's hand. The moment his large hand wrapping yours, you knew that you couldn't escape to fall for him more deeply.

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"Y/N-san! Odasaku! come here, come here. Sakura has practiced her singing skill and she will sing for us!" Kousuke, the oldest kid of orphaned children who Oda adopted said as he was welcoming you and Oda. It has been a year since you were dating Oda and you've met the kids countless times so they already welcomed you like you're always belonged there. Oda never knew why he introduced the kids to you and told you that he adopted them all. Well, he knew why. He wanted to know how your reaction would be. He was glad when he saw that you were very much okay with him having kids despite he was only 21 years old at that time.

"Oh, Y/N-san! You brought a lot of sweet potatoes!" Another child named Katsumi said after he appeared from nowhere.

"Yes, I'm gonna make roasted sweet potatoes because Odasaku said that you guys like them and we couldn't enjoy them that much last year."

"Your roasted potatoes taste so delicious." The youngest kid, Sakura, said as she approached you. The rest of two kids also joined you and Oda while they were agreeing to what Sakura said.

"Okay, okay. Odasaku and I will clean the sweet potatoes before we roast them so you all can prepare things in the living room and clean it up a bit. You say you will help uncle right?" You said and all the kids accepting your guidance before they stormed into the living room.

"How can they listen to you so well?" Oda said once the kids left the kitchen as he approached you. He wrapped his hands around your waist before he inhaled your scent and put his lip close to your jawline before he kissed it, that gesture made you turn around so you were facing him and process to kiss his lips before saying, "It's a secret."

A laugh erupted from both of you. Oda then pulled you closer to him before he planted a kiss on your lips, a passionate one if you could tell. The kiss made your feet feel like jelly and your lips burned in sensation of his sweet, honey taste lips. His stubble roughly rubbed the skin around your mouth but it didn't give you any effect to pull away.

"Uhm!!" You heard someone try to disturb the moment you have with Oda so you broke the kiss only to find the oldest kid, Kousuke gave you a 'what-the-hell-are-you-doing' look. "Sorry to interrupt but the potatoes won't roast themselves aren't they?" He snickered.

You and Oda were stuttering as you both tried to reasoning your action. Fast forward, all the seven of you were already in the living room with a warm roasted potato on the table and warm green tea accompanied it.

You were listening to Sakura singing a Christmas song then after that you were just listening to the kids rumbling about their days before finally the show that the kid wanted to watch has started. It was suddenly quiet, you were sitting in the back with Oda sitting beside you and his hand was around your waist. You put your head on his shoulder as you also lingered your hands around his torso. Both of you sit there in silence, watching the kids immersed in the movie that they watched.

After the movie finished, you saw the kids were all sleeping. Oda then moved them one by one to their bedroom with you helping him by preparing their bed and tucked them once Oda put them on their bed. After you tucked the last kid, both of you look at the sight of five angelic kids sleeping figures and you couldn't help but feel the warmness inside your heart and you knew Oda felt the same because you felt a pair of strong arms lingering around your waist as he hugged you from behind.

"One day… One day we will move from this town, we'll move to another place near the beach, where the kids can run as far as possible, where the kids can enjoy much sunshine while they're playing outside, where they will have baby siblings and play with them and teach them one thing or two. I, I'm sorry for being so selfish but please bear with me a little more. I promise you everything will be better." You heard Oda say those words before he kissed your crown. You, on the other side felt your tears run down to your cheeks.You knew about his occupation yet you still accept him and love him with all your might. Mafia who doesn't kill. That was what his colleagues called him. And you knew the reason why, he told you about it, about his dream, about how he wanted to be a writer, how he wanted to have a house with a window facing the ocean as he wrote the continuation of his favorite book. He shared his dream with you, shared his obsession and you were very much so supporting to his idea.

"I will wait as much as possible if it's come to you. To the kids that I thought of my own. That's how much I love you, Oda." You whispered but it was loud enough for Oda to hear.

You felt Oda broke the hug before he asked you to close your eyes and you did. Suddenly you felt a cold metal at the crook of your neck, then he told you to open your eyes. The first thing you did was to look down and there you saw a necklace with a house-shaped pendant. You ask him what it was about and he told you that it was a token, a token to what he promised to you; the next stage of relationship.

You couldn't help but crying at his explanation, he was so shocked because that wasn't the reaction that he expected.

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It was less than a year when you heard news from Oda's friend, Dazai, that Oda was seriously injured. Your head was spinning like crazy and your heart was beating so fast it felt like it'd burst out from your body anytime. The time when you come to where Dazai told you, Oda was long gone, his body already cold and lifeless. That was when your world sinked into hell, when your heart broke into pieces it couldn't be repaired, when you couldn't even scream in pain as you saw a lifeless body that belonged to a man who you loved dearly.

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A single tear escapes from your eyes as you reminisce the memory of your now deceased fiance. You saw his name engraved on the tombstone in front of you before you put the bouquet that you bring on top of his grave. It has been 4 years since Oda left you, and you also learnt about the kids he adopted, that they were also already dead because they caught up in Oda's last mission. Another tears escapes and run down to your cheeks, you try to hold it because you already swore to only show Oda your happy side, to not make him worry when he's watching you from heaven above.

"It's okay to cry." You hear a familiar voice of Oda's friend, Dazai. "I bet that's what Oda would say to you." He says again as he's walking towards your direction.

You saw him holding a small bouquet of flowers.

"Zinnia. Thoughts of absent friends." You say as you look at the flower.

"Longing for you, I'll never forget you, I love you and True love memories." Dazai says after he placed his bouquet next to yours. "Odasaku was so lucky to meet you." He says again.

"Both of us are lucky to meet each other, but not lucky enough to be together in this life." You smile bitterly as you spit on your last words. The words are surely hurt and the reality you're facing now is surely cruel and Dazai knew what kind of hell you've been through after you learnt a sadistic truth 4 years ago, after you learnt the fact that you lost the most important person in your life.

"I still feel thankful that you live your life to your best, that you carry out Oda's dream and even you're doing more than he can do. You build an orphanage, you're taking care of unfortunate children and I'm sure Oda is gonna be proud of you." Dazai says as he pat your head, like a big bro he is.

"That's the only thing I can do." You say.

"It's getting cold now, let me take you home." Dazai offers and you decide that it's the time you need to go.

"Till then, Oda." You says before you rub his tombstone and accepting Dazai's offer to take your hand and walk with him, leaving a bittersweet memory behind you as you leave the cemeteries.

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villainess-noble-girl · 4 years ago

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Title: Second-Year Valentine's Day

Author: meiberry

Link: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/12852677/1/Second-Year-Valentine-s-Day

Fandom: Kenkyo Kenjitsu

Pairing: EnjouXReika

Photo: https://www.pixiv.net/en/artworks/67148847

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"No. I'm not going to take it. It's going to make me sleepy. Plus it tastes like soap."

The muffled voice of Yukino came from beneath the covers. The IV drip tube poked out from the ball of sheets in the hospital bed.

Shuusuke sighed at his little brother's stubborn actions. Good thing he came prepared for this. "Yukino. Kisshouin-san wrote you a letter."

The ball of sheets shifted, and Yukino's head popped out from beneath the covers, his doe peering up at Enjou in surprise. "...Reika-oneesama?"

Shuusuke held up a small pink envelope with "Yukino-kun" written in neat handwriting in the center. Yukino reached for it when Shuusuke swept it back out of reach with a gentle smile.

"..." Sullenly, Yukino obediently drank the medicine. Watching as he finished it, Shuusuke patted his head and handed him a glass of water with a piece of candy to take care of the medicine's bitter aftertaste. Yukino popped the candy in his mouth with one hand and eagerly held out the other, looking up at Shuusuke expectantly. Shuusuke handed him the letter and watched as his little brother opened it earnestly.

In the beginning, Shuusuke was pretty surprised to see him get along so well with an older girl. Usually, Yukino was not so nice. He was a really smart kid for his young age, and many older girls had been trapped by his soft, harmless facade only to be humiliated and insulted beyond repair. But recently, Shuusuke found that with Kisshouin, Yukino seemed to genuinely act like his appearance.

Shuusuke could see why. Kisshouin clearly didn't have any ulterior motives when speaking to Yukino. Older girls usually saw Yukino as a means to an end. If they weren't patronizing then they were obsequious, obviously trying to use the younger brother to get to the older one. But when it came to Kisshouin… if anything, it was as if her treatment of the two brothers was reversed. In the ten years of knowing her, the very first time that Kisshouin started a one-on-one conversation with Shuusuke that lasted longer than one minute happened to be because Yukino. It was a dreadfully humbling experience. Yukino has sure put up with a lot these past few years.

In any case, no matter how devilish he was to other people, in the end, Yukino really was still a little boy, and Shuusuke was simply grateful that he was able to be just a normal, cute kid with someone, even if it was a girl who clearly didn't put Shuusuke in her eyes.

He watched peacefully as his little brother's eyes happily flew across the letter.

"Kisshouin-san really cares about Yukino."

Yukino shot a glance over at him, "What? Is oniisama jealous?" And then he continued reading his letter.

"And don't think that I don't realize you told her to write this to make me obediently stay in the hospital."

Shuusuke smiled wryly. When he could tell Yukino was finished reading, he continued, "Well, Yukino seems to really like Kisshouin-san. I thought maybe you would listen if she asked you personally."

Yukino smiled, happy from finishing Kisshouin's letter. "Yeah, I do like her. Reika-oneesama is really nice and she's not just pretending. Do you want to read it, oniisama? I'll let you read it, since you asked her to write this for me. I'm going to the bathroom."

Yukino handed the letter to Shuusuke as he climbed out of bed and grabbed at his drip stand to roll it into the bathroom in the room.

Shuusuke blinked at the letter in his hands. Although he didn't ask to read it, he was honestly pretty curious. What did she say to Yukino to cheer him up, anyways?

The letter was not very long, and it fit neatly on the cute stationary decorated with little birds and vines.

Yukino-kun,

Enjou-sama told me that you are admitted to the hospital. I am worried for your health. Your family must be even more worried than me. I hope you take care of your body because many people care about you very much, and we want for you to quickly become well again. With that said, I hope you listen to the doctor so that you can leave the hospital soon. I know that sometimes it is really hard to do something you don't like. But experts have their reasons for their advice.

Recently I have been learning to make desserts from a friend. To be honest, my dessert-making skill is much farther behind my cooking. I think I know what to do when I try to be creative and individual with my own ideas, but actually, my friend tells me that the greatest mistake in baking is not following from the recipe. This is completely different from cooking, where not following the recipe is not that big of a deal. When I listened to my friend, I made a dessert more delicious than anything I'd ever made in my life! I realized at that moment, ah, so that is the difference between a normal person and an expert. With that said, I hope you understand the importance of listening to experts such as your doctor.

When you come back, you'll be able to see your other friends and me in the Petite Pivoine salon again.

Wishing you a quick recovery,

Kisshouin Reika

By the time Yukino returned from the bathroom, Shuusuke had already finished reading the letter and had set it on the tray over the foot of Yukino's bed.

"So, what did you think of Kisshouin-san's letter? Are you going to listen to her when she asks to you listen to to doctor's advice?"

"I guess." Yukino sat at the foot of the bed and picked up the letter again, folding it and carefully putting it back in its envelope before he flopped back into bed, pulling the covers over himself. "The way she asks me to listen to the doctor is just less irritating than when you ask me to listen to the doctor."

Shuusuke helped put the covers over Yukino.

"I wonder why Reika-oneesama is learning to make desserts." Yukino looked at Shuusuke, his eyes widening. "Valentine's Day is coming up, isn't it? I wonder what Reika-oneesama is making…"

"Hmm. Who knows."

"I wonder if she's learning to bake something for the person she likes..."

"Hmm. Who knows."

Yukino's eyes widened like big dark marbles as he looked at Shuusuke.

"You're curious, too, aren't you oniisama? Ne, ne, what kinds of sweets has oniisama received from Reika-oneesama on Valentine's day?"

"Actually, I've never received anything from Kisshouin-san on Valentine's Day."

"Ehhhhh!"

Shuusuke thought about how in the ten years since he's known Kisshouin Reika, she has never given anyone Valentine's chocolates. Year after year, the whole school secretly held its breath in wonder at who the Goddess Kali of Suiran would afflict with her attentions. And year after year the answer was an anti-climatic… nobody.

Kisshouin Reika never gave anybody at Suiran chocolates for Valentine's day. Him and Masaya were not excluded.

Ah, wait, that's not right. Last year she gave courtesy chocolates to the student council president. In fact, Shuusuke was the one who pointed this out to Masaya... Even though she had done it in secret, for Kisshouin Reika to give chocolates to a guy at Suiran was no small matter and in the end the word leaked anyways. Because she had done it pretty secretively, there were no massive rumours, but the thing about secrets was that they always spread. Shuusuke heard about it from the more low-key sources.

Back then, he had remembered how she seemed to have had a crush on the same student council president back in middle school, but nothing had happened even after all these years. For nothing to have happened all this time, what other conclusion was it other than unrequited love? He hinted at this story of camaraderie to Masaya in hopes of inspiring him to move on with his life. Unrequited love was not the end of the world. Just look at Kisshouin-san.

Who knew that the whole thing would have worked out so beautifully at graduation. Tomoe Senju actually had a girlfriend! And he called Kisshouin Reika a sister in front of everybody. Masaya was so moved by Kisshouin's composure and courage. Shuusuke felt like he was watching Masaya watch a romance movie. Out of all the times that he's taken advantage of Kisshouin, Shuusuke felt most proud about the way that one turned out. Witnessing the way Kisshouin "handled" the student council president's "public rejection" totally inspired Masaya and brought him back from depression. He completely recovered from Yurie's rejection after that.

Yukino's marble eyes seemed to glitter in wonder as he looked up at the handsome young man sitting beside the bed.

"Wow, even though every year it seems like you get chocolates from every single girl we know, there is actually one girl who has never given you any chocolates… not even once! Hehhh..."

Yukino did not look or sound sympathetic at all with the the corner of his lips twitching upwards.

"That reminds me... when we first met and I introduced myself, Reika-oneesama made a 'geh!' face when she heard my name, like she was really saddened to hear that Oniisama was my oniisama... I thought that maybe she hated you!"

"Hmm. I sure hope Kisshouin-san doesn't hate me. But if she does hate me, then that's unfortunate."

"No, no. I don't think Reika-oneesama hates you, Oniisama! She probably doesn't even think about you at all."

"..." Shuusuke's expression remained serene as he stayed silent.

Yukino looked at his face and suddenly giggled. Shuusuke joined in with a few chuckles. For a short moment, they laughed together.

"Ahahaha…"

"Hahaha…"

"..."

Yukino turned over in bed. "Don't worry, oniisama. Maybe one day Reika-oneesama will also remember to give you chocolates, too."

"..."

"Oh yeah, oniisama, could you find me something to write with? I want to write Reika-oneesama a reply."

"...Alright. I'll go find you some paper."

The next morning, Shuusuke thanked Kisshouin for her letter to Yukino. She looked really happy that it helped. Yeah, it was really useful. She was pretty humble.

"Yukino said that it was fun to read about making sweets."

"I could only think of unimportant things to say… well..."

Hm, there it was. Shuusuke could always hear the instant whenever it sounded like Kisshouin was trying to wrap up a conversation and escape. Usually, he'd just let her go. But for some reason, he didn't feel like it this time. The words Yukino said yesterday skipped around his mind, reviving an old and annoying itch.

"So Kisshouin-san is making sweets. Could it be that on Valentine's day..."

"Umm…" He watched as Kisshouin's eyes lowered, her cheeks blushing very lightly. He could imagine her cheeks must have been warm to the touch now. "Yes..."

"Hn."

It'd be a lie to say that he never expected any chocolates from Kisshouin Reika. It wasn't to say that he wanted her chocolates or anything like that. In fact, the idea of actually eating Kisshouin Reika's handmade sweets seemed like something that belonged to the realms of extreme adventures and chemically dangerous thrill-seeking. Although, whether or not Reika's chocolates are edible, Shuusuke wouldn't want to eat them anyways, as he didn't have a sweet tooth, but...

...He still expected to get them.

It was about logic. If a girl knew Enjou Shuusuke, then she would give him chocolates on Valentine's day. (The same applied to Kaburagi Masaya.) Three of five of chocolates would be honmei. That was the rule. He knew it was a very unique and extraordinary rule. Certainly not every boy in the world had the ridiculous privilege of receiving a mountain of chocolates and sweets from all the girls he knew. But, that was his experience.

In accordance with his life experience, it was natural to expect chocolates from a girl he knew when he's always received chocolates from every girl he knew. With no exceptions.

Except this one.

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